#xreaderfic

~ Like a moth to a flame ~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ anton!riize x goth f!reader ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

synopsis: you never expected that a guy like that would be into a girl like you.

warnings (to be added): reader is afab, mentions of alcohol and loud music

wc: 1.4k (counting)

enjoy! :)

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  It was a friday night like any other. Your phone blowing up with messages from your friends practically begging you to go out and you, laying on the comfortable and soft couch with your already-finished skincare drying.

  «Please, y/n. Just for a few hours! It’ll be fun!!» Yunjin says.

  «You literally never leave the house.» Says Yeji.

  «I’ll bring some other friends, maybe you’ll even meet a cute guy!!» Liz’s message reads.

A cute guy? You say in your head. That’s the last thing I would want right now.

  But now, fast forward to the present, here you are, your friends squealing of happiness around you in the spacious uber as you’re being driven to the club.

  «I can’t believe we actually convinced you. Yunjin, you have some mad persuading skills» - Yeji says, turning to the ginger sitting in the backseat.

  Yunjin flips her hair dramatically in response, letting a laugh escape her lips right after that making us all chuckle. 

  The girls all looked so pretty. High heels, little tiny, bright-colored dresses, sparkly makeup and there you were, your black eyeliner and black, bell sleeved dress paired with your black hair with bangs and black platform boots on your feet making you look like a misplaced vampire in a romcom movie for teenage girls.

  Your friends always reassured you, though. They would shower you with praises and compliments, pointing out and admiring your creative and alternative outfits every time you went out and saying how «stunning» you looked. Nonetheless, the problem wasn’t with how you viewed yourself. To put it lightly, your friends were the hot girls, the ones who would get hit on at every bar or even complimented by random men on the street, and you were the one that stayed in the corner watching as a creepy old guy with an «e-girl» fetish and wearing an anime’s waifu t-shirt would stare at you from a short and noticeable distance.

  You had had relationships in the past, but luck wasn’t on your side, as they would always end with you getting cheated on or the guy being a freak that collected your used underwear (something that, if you had a nickel for everytime it had happened, well, you would have more than one)

  But tonight wasn’t about boys. It was about getting drunk, dancing till your feet hurt and maybe kiss a medium-cute guy you saw without hesitating too much.

  «Apparently the guys are already there, so we’ll meet up with them» - Liz says after quickly checking her phone for new messages.

  «Who did you invite anyway?» - You say, looking over to Liz.

  «Is Heeseung coming?» - Yunjin asks without letting Liz respond, looking over her shoulder.

  Liz rolls her eyes, the almost routine-like question being repeated by the ginger like in every other hangout where she invited people.

  «Yes, he is. But no funny business! Apparently he’s going out with some girl on campus» - Liz warns Yunjin with a serious look on her eyes, knowing how she gets when the boy is around.

  Yunjin’s expression visibly stiffens, the information making her surprised but the hint of unfaze never leaving her gaze.

  «Whatever. We’ll probably make out in some bathroom anyway.» - She says.

 We all «Ew» loudly and scream at her remark between giggles and playful hits on her shoulder, although knowing that in her words there was a probable truth.

  «This other guy is also coming» - Liz says, breaking the chaos, raising her voice ever so slightly - «Jake’s bringin’ him. I think his name is ‘Anthony’ or something?» - The girl says, questioning the accuracy of her statement. 

  The rest of the girls look amongst themselves, exchanging clueless looks and raised shoulders at the unknown name. But even though none of us knew him, the fact that he was friends with Jake already made an unspoken idea of what he might be like (considering that Jake was also friends with Heeseung).

  We finally arrive at the destination, a big club with bright-purple strobe lights that danced around the unlit area of pavement’s street beneath it. The music blasts from the inside, making your heartbeat drum and getting your mood slightly more parallel to the idea of having fun tonight.

  You guys enter the club, already spotting Heeseung’s lanky and tall figure a few feet away, his arm raising in the air as he calls all of you over to his side where the other men stood.

  After a few bumps and many «sorry’s», you get through the crowd, making your way to a slightly more quiet and breathable area of the space. 

  Heeseung greets everyone with a hug (as he always did) and compliments all of you (as he, also, always did). Yes, he was a frat boy, a fuck boy, by all means, but that didn’t take away from his undeniable charisma and obvious good looks. Next to him stood a slightly shorter but equally handsome boy with a red cup in his big hand, Jake. He greeted everyone nicely, very clearly affected by the alcohol contained in his system even though the night had just started.

  Lastly, someone appeared from behind Jake, almost hiding despite being much taller, with a soft smile and a quick look around the group. Jake wrapped his arm around his shoulders with an energetic happiness that almost made the boy stumble, laughing.

  «Sorry everyone, I forgot to introduce this guy. This is Anton, we go to Chem together» - the hyper boy says as Anton blurts an almost inaudible «Hi» from his mouth.

  His gaze suddenly lingers on you, making his presence known. The feeling of his eyes makes your own swift to him, resulting in eye contact that lasts longer than you had both expected. As the friend group chats amongst themselves, he breaks the lingering look by looking towards the floor as an almost undetectable smile appears on his face and a whisper of rosy pink covers his cheeks. The action makes you laugh to yourself, wondering how someone so tall and intimidating could be surprisingly so…. adorable. But, why was he looking at you anyways? Was there something on your teeth? Did your bangs get messed up with the sweat of a stranger's elbow? Did your-

  «Alright, who wants to dance?» - says Heeseung, breaking the loudness of your own mind.

  «ME!» - Yunjin exclaims, almost too thrilled. She clears her throat. «I could dance…» - She says now, too nonchalantly. 

  The remaining girls and you look at eachother with the «knew it» look, making you giggle silently enough so Yunjin couldn’t hear.

  Heeseung takes his hand out elegantly towards Yunjin, walking her to the packed dance floor as she takes it with no hesitation.

  And as if it was a unanimous decision, almost the entirety of the group steps onto the dance floor, leaving only you and Anton behind.

  The upbeat music blasts throughout the area, making your eardrums pulse in an almost unpleasant way. You look over to your left to see Anton’s figure lightly lit by a purple hue likely coming from the LED lights above the two of you. You had never noticed him hanging out with either Heeseung nor Jake, which was surprising since he was tall and handsome. Your train of thought is interrupted, not by the music but by his voice, making you realize you’ve been staring for a while.

  «You okay? You seem bored.» - he says with genuine curiosity.

  I wake up from my trance, blinking rapidly as my eyes readjust to the fact he had caught me.

  «Yeah, I’m not really into parties like that, you know?» - you say, thanking god for making him not mention your piercing eyes into his soul just a few seconds before.

  «Me neither, actually. But why did you come anyways?» - the boy asks.

  «You know, make the girls company, even though they don’t notice my presence, like, ninety percent of the time» - you sigh, looking away from him for a moment and towards the dance floor, where all the girls smiled and giggled while singing and dancing to whatever song was playing. - «Why did you come anyways?» - You reask the question, turning back to him as you take a sip of a liquid with muddy tones and a strange scent.

  «Same as you, I guess. The guys are always dragging me out of the dorms, saying I ‘don’t ever go out with them’. But the thing is, I just genuinely don’t like things like this. Loud music, sweaty people, alcohol… I mean, I’m drinking a root beer, for Christ’ sake.» - he exclaims, making you both chuckle and making you suddenly feel gross about the concoction you have been sipping on.

  He looks at you with a fond smile «Sorry, I forgot to ask your name.»

  «It’s y/n» - you reply.

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fic by bella :) @jeonjungkookrealaccount

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 921 Summary: Eddie loves taking you to rock concerts, sharing his passion for music, and showing you off as his cool partner. Warnings: Loud music, crowded spaces, physical contact, possessive behavior, flashing/strobe lights, strong emotional intensity, implied PDA

It's a Saturday night, and the air hums, thick with anticipation, as bodies press together, a restless energy rippling through the crowd. The faint smell of beer and sweat lingers, mixing with the metallic tang of the amps warming up. You’re right at the edge of the pit, the boundary where chaos is about to erupt, Eddie’s arm draped over your shoulders, solid and familiar. The flicker of dim lights catches the sheen of spilled drinks on the floor, the shadows stretching and shrinking like they’re alive. The bass thuds low and steady, rattling through your chest, each pulse syncing with your heartbeat.

Eddie bobs his head to the pre-show riffs spilling from the speakers, his curls bouncing, untamed as ever. He doesn’t just hear the music; it moves through him, lighting him up like a live wire. You glance sideways, catching his grin—a wicked curve of his lips that dares the night to get better. His dark eyes lock on you, and for a second, everything else fades: the crowd, the noise, even the stage. His gaze isn’t just looking at you; it’s pulling you in like you’re the reason he’s here.

He leans in close, his breath brushing your ear as he murmurs, “Ready for this, babe?” His voice is low, rough, and tinged with the kind of excitement that bubbles just before the drop. You nod, though your pulse isn’t quickening from the music. It’s him—Eddie, alive and electric in his element, his passion practically spilling out of him. The way he glows when he talks about music, like it’s a religion and you’re his favorite convert, sends a thrill through you.

A sharp guitar chord splits the air, and the lights dim to black. The crowd explodes, a wave of voices surging forward, pressing closer. Eddie laughs, wild and unrestrained, grabbing your hand as the pit heaves around you. He dives in without hesitation, dragging you along, his fingers warm and solid in yours. His movements are raw, untamed, all sharp angles and unfiltered energy, his hair whipping as he headbangs like he was born for this. But when his hand squeezes yours, there’s a gentleness beneath the chaos, an anchor holding you steady even as the world tilts.

You catch him shooting a smirk at a couple of guys sneaking glances your way, their lingering looks barely subtle beneath the shifting lights. Eddie’s grin stretches wider, wicked and triumphant, as if he’s just scored the winning hand in a high-stakes game. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you flush against him with an effortless possessiveness that sends a thrill racing through you. There’s no tension in his hold, only the playful confidence of someone who knows exactly what he has and isn’t afraid to show it. “Look at her!” he shouts, voice cracking with unrestrained joy, loud enough to cut through the pounding music and the din of the crowd.

Heads turn at his declaration, but Eddie doesn’t care. His pride radiates, bold and unapologetic, woven into the way his eyes never leave yours, his expression practically glowing. He beams at you, his smile wide and unguarded, like the thought of you standing here with him is enough to make his entire night. You feel heat rush to your face, the tips of your ears burning under the strobe lights. But there’s no teasing in his gaze, no smugness in his voice—just pure, unfiltered pride. It’s written all over him, in the tilt of his head and the way his fingers splay across your hip, like he’s daring anyone to doubt that you belong here, with him, in this moment.

The music crashes around you, the relentless rhythm pounding like a second heartbeat, shaking the air and rattling your ribs. You tilt your head back, your eyes drawn to Eddie under the chaotic swirl of strobe lights. He looks untouchable, like something out of a dream. His wild curls bounce with every movement, catching flashes of light that dance across his sharp jaw and high cheekbones. The leather jacket clings to his frame, worn and rugged, the perfect complement to the ink that snakes across his forearms, momentarily illuminated by the erratic bursts of light. The way he moves—fluid yet wild, entirely unrestrained—makes it easy to imagine him onstage instead of in the crowd, commanding an audience with nothing but his presence.

But then he looks at you, and it’s like the whole world tilts. The music, the lights, the bodies pressing in around you—it all fades into the background. His dark eyes lock on yours, and they’re soft now, stripped of the playful arrogance he flashes at the crowd. They hold you in place, like an invisible tether drawing you closer, the rest of the world forgotten. His gaze says everything he doesn’t need to put into words: You’re it. You’re the reason I’m here. The reason I’m alive in this moment.

It’s not just pride anymore; it’s devotion, raw and unguarded, that takes your breath away. The pounding music becomes nothing more than a dull thrum, the flashing lights just a faint flicker at the edge of your awareness. He looks at you like you’re the star of the show, like you’re the reason the crowd cheers and the band plays. Every crashing chord, every screaming lyric, every flicker of light—it all feels like it exists for you, because of you.

And for one perfect, electric moment, you believe him. You believe that, in Eddie’s eyes, you are the center of the universe.

It took me a while to think of something to write so I apologize. I also have to warn you I never read the book or any of ASOIAF so I will invent my own plot. Also blood and cheese doesn't happen here.

Thank you for reminding me and due to a few requests, I'm introducing you part 3 of the series!

Aemond Targaryen X reader!

imagine being Aemond's enemy yet his biggest obsession part 3!