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What story should I make next? Should it be Paul dano or cillian Murphy?? What would you guys love for me to make?!

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Linger | Young Cillian Murphy X GN! Reader

(Linger - The cranberries)

Summary: Ever since you met cillian you always new you could get away with one another “play the game of love” but who knew it would cut you so much when he was beyond sweet

Warning: angst, unrequited love, fluff?, suggestive connotations

(This is one of the very first “big” stories I’ve ever tried to write on here my apologies if it’s bad, please let me know if so I’m trying! Thank you!)

Angel eyes

Crystal blue, blue so clear you could swim in them

“It’s me tearing me apart Is ruining everything I swore, I swore I would be true and honey, so did you So why are you holding her hand?”

Those same eyes you always knew you could get lost in. The same ones he’d look at you with when he’d hold you late at night, after your almost nightly sessions. Wrapped around in satin sheets, naked under those dim lights that filled him room. Breathing in his heavenly scent. Only was it behind closed doors when cillian would get soft with you, touch and caress you, that loving and gentle expression he’d always give you when he’d kiss you goodbye.

“Is that the way we stand? We’re you lying all this time? Was it just a game to you”

The same expression he’s giving her. You swore you’d let him go this time, let him walk away this time, no questions asked “I can’t stay” he stated. You told yourself his words didn’t hurt, they never did you said. If that was the case then why was it killing you when you saw him touching her. Brushing her hair away from her face, going in for a kiss , hold her hand. You didn’t mean to follow him out it was a “simple mistake” you said. When your legs carried you trailing behind him on his way to a date like his pet, the one thing you hated being. It was no more then 9:00pm early enough to still be in his sheets the one place you longed to be at this very moment. Not the dimly lit restaurant you found yourself standing in watching him enjoy himself. Longing for you to be sat opposite him. Cillian always held you so tight yet tenderly, you always secretly knew it meant nothing just something friends-with-Benefits did. That’s what the rules were from day one. At least that’s what he told you.

“But Im in so deep you know, I’m such a fool for you, you got me wrapped around your finger”

Since the very first day you met cillian it was love at first sight . The year was 2001 you remember it clear as day, you worked at a small bookstore just outside of the big bustling city. The weather turning brisk trees varying in shades of orange, yellow, and red. His clear blue eyes, warm, fluffy brown hair, pink plump lips , large hands. The same hands that left marks on your hips after every session. You’d never forget the look on his face when he walked in and first saw you, you could’ve sworn it was love. for you, it was no doubt that what you felt for him was more then love. The magnitude of his being pulling you in, no matter how far you went from him. Cillian always pulled you back. It all started with a “Hello” as it always seemed to go with his type, followed by a simple ‘dinner’ back at his place . Who could’ve ever predicted the mess you’d become, coming back the next day for more of him.

“Do you have to let it linger?, do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”

Like clockwork you always showed up at his doorstep. Promising to yourself it would never happen again, that you’d just go away and never see his face again. The very same face you swore that you ‘hated’. It never helped when he’d open the door with that tender smile that always made you weak at the knees. Or when he held your hand as he guided you into his apartment, sitting you on the couch for a quick ‘chat’, nudging his face into your neck as you spoke about your day hoping he’d at least bother to care about what you had to say as much as you cared what he had to say. It always ended the same way in his bed wrapped in his sheets cuddled up with him. Long before he’d kick you out leaving you to walk in shame just like yesterday and the day before that..…..

“Oh, I thought the world of you I thought nothing could go wrong but I was wrong, I was wrong if you, if you could get by trying not to lie things wouldn’t be so confused and I wouldn’t feel so used but you always really knew I just want to be with you”

Looking back on that day when you first met cillian you’d always wished it would’ve turned out differently , You’d always wish he was sweeter then what he let on to be, maybe from the beginning he always saw you as an easy target. Someone he’d always know he could call if he ever needed some easy and fast enjoyment, it was no secret despite how much you tried to shove your feelings for him down you ended up falling for him. you wish you could say it, confess to him in hopes he’d reciprocate instead of lying to you pulling on your rope always bringing you closer to him. You’d never wish to leave his grip even if he knew you loved him he’d always hold you painfully close enough to always let his fingers Linger…

(Hello reader thank you for taking the time to read it all through! Im trying and hope you enjoy this story! It’s late and I know my writing to be better but if you have any suggestions or want to read more please let me know!)

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This is my first ever post that involves something im very passionate about. And that would be writing ive always loved to creat and from all sorts of ideas and fantasies. To bring them to life and hopefully share them with all of you! This is a little piece of my story if you like it please let me know if i should do more or who i should base this story around of if you'd want me to add or take away from the story please let me know as well! thank you reader i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day and or night!

The perfect fantasy

You know how they say if you wish on something long enough it comes true? Well what if that something is someone, someone who isn't real , someone who doesn't exist, who will never exist. Then what? do creat them ? Loose all hope? Theres no real answer we all wish to be with someone , whether they be real or not. But the love of someone perfect created in our mind coming into existence is just perfect. It creates the greatest fantasies almost too erotic to be true, to think about them , to almost feel them , to want them. Wanting to work out all the possibilities out with them , they almost seem endless. Its almost, just almost close enough for you to feel them , there finger tips lightly grazing over you , touching , squeezing evey inch of you in the most loving and almost animalistic of ways. To almost see them and their warm smile in the early mornings just peering over you, the brightest smile you've ever seen. So close you can almost hear it, their voice just the way you like it. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear only a lover can say. Filling your heart with contentment so warm the feeling of them so close their words seemly grazing you once more , their smell filling all your scenes, reminding you of home , all the best memories you've had. The perfect fantasy if only it were real then you'd be complete.