#Dance to the Beat Of Your Heart l Music

[morgansmornings]

Sitting on the bench... A lonely leaf sits right next to me...

#Dance to the Beat Of Your Heart l Music

[thef1diary]

Sweet Relief | L. Norris

Request: “i'm obsessed with sweet relief by madison beer so that one with lando and angst or smut maybe”

Summary: You were at a nightclub, enjoying your night out until you spotted Lando, or perhaps the night just got better when you saw him.

Warnings: 18+ smut, semi public sex (club bathroom), unprotected sex, slight degradation, jealous Lando, choking, fingering, angst if you squint

Pairing: lando x fem!reader

wc: 2.8k

You were enjoying the night out with a few of your close friends. The loud music pumped through the speakers, forcing you to yell to speak to the person next to you.

You had a smile on your face as you let yourself be consumed in the nightlife. Bringing your drink to your lips, your eyes caught another pair looking straight at you. When you met his eyes, he had a small smirk growing on his face before roaming down the rest of your body.

Looking away from the person, you tried to hide your smile playing on your lips with your glass. Slightly swaying to the beat that thumped faster than your heart, your eyes roamed the crowd hoping to find that person again.

Please leave, Godspeed

"Looking for someone?" You turned your head to the side, expecting to meet the person that had caught your eye but you didn't. "Not you," you bitterly replied, your smile faltering once you saw Lando.

He signalled for the bartender before leaning in closer to speak to you, "such a shame, you should be."

"Why are you here?" You asked, ignoring his burning gaze on the side of your face as you watched the bartender approach.

Lando didn't give you an answer, instead he ordered his drink before looking at you. He opened his mouth briefly but then deciding to turn back to the bartender and ordered your drink as well.

You didn't let your mind wander on the fact he knew your drink order perfectly. He knew what you liked and disliked, after all he was a friend of a friend so you knew each other.

I can't be around you right now, don't speak

After he handed you the drink, you nodded your head appreciatively before turning to walk away. He leaned against the bar, quickly downing his drink so he doesn't taste the liquor as much.

Lando watched you walk away, pushing past people with no mercy as you found your friends. He didn't stop you because he knew that you'd end up right by his side again. Even though you'd never admit it.

His eyes tracked your movements even though he willed himself to look away. One of his friends smacked his arm to regain his attention and that's when he realized that your little black dress would cause a lot of problems for him tonight.

It's a problem, it's addictive, I need

Turns out, you found the guy you were looking for earlier before Lando interrupted, and made your way in between all the sweaty bodies dancing without a care in the world.

You could feel the ridges of his abs through his shirt as you ran your hand down his chest. However, as you looked into his brown eyes, you thought of the lighter coloured ones that were becoming too familiar lately.

You shook your head slightly and smiled, resting one of your hands on the nape of his neck. You felt his hands roam your back, feeling the heat of his palm as your dress was backless.

You to listen to me, baby, listen to me

You couldn't seem to look in his eyes without comparing them to Lando's so you avoided eye contact until your mind stopped playing tricks on you. You turned around pressing your back to his chest as you danced to the beat.

His hands trailed down to your hips, pulling you closer as his head dipped down to your shoulder.

Take me high, lay me down

Unfortunately, turning around didn't help you in any way, in fact it made matters worse as you locked eyes with Lando. He watched you with a lazy smirk on his face for a brief moment before turning to speak to his friend.

For some reason, it bothered you that he could ruin your night with a brief conversation while you couldn't get any sort of reaction out of him. Most of all, you couldn't believe your mind was stuck on Lando when there were so many other guys you could be focusing on.

Even though he looked away, your gaze lingered on him. You trailed your eyes over his body in a very shameless manner and you were glad he wasn't looking at you.

It's so reckless of me but this feeling is deeply profound

You noticed that his curls were actually styled properly today, though a little messy from running his hands through it multiple times.

Before you could trail your eyes further down once again, Lando was looking right at you, but this time there wasn't a smile or smirk gracing his lips.

Furrowing your brows, you were confused as to why he wasn't smiling anymore, but before your thoughts could linger, you found the answer. A brief breath fanned your ear, bringing your full attention back to the man standing behind you. He whispered a compliment, making you smile as you turned around in his grasp to face him.

Doing so, you missed as Lando's jaw ticked, clenching it further before nonchalantly sipping his drink—which he switched out for water earlier.

It's just something only we know

Without needing to look behind, you knew Lando was still watching you. You could almost feel his gaze wander up and down your body, and you couldn't help but smile in satisfaction.

A few moments went by and the man, who you still didn't know the name of yet, stepped away from you to order another drink. You took that moment to head to the bathroom to retouch up your makeup.

Your watchful eyes wandered throughout the crowd hoping to find Lando but you couldn't spot him. You would've thought that you might've imagined his presence if it wasn't for his friends standing on the opposite end of the club.

Baby, I can't help myself

You entered the bathroom that was surprisingly quite empty except for a few other women that looked like they were about to leave. Standing in front of the sink, you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You ran your hands through your hair before fixing a few flyaways.

After you were satisfied with your hair, you noticed that your lipstick needed to be reapplied. As you looked down and shuffled through your small purse for the tube of lipstick, the door opened but you didn't give it much attention as you thought it was just another woman entering.

I'm seeing you everywhere I go

However, once you got the tube open and looked at your reflection to apply it, you spotted Lando's reflection staring at you. You raised your eyebrows in surprise and suppressed a smile that wanted to grace your lips.

"You shouldn't be in here," you spoke to him through the reflection. Fortunately, you were the only one in the restroom before Lando graced you with his presence.

As you lifted your hand to reapply the lipstick, Lando walked towards you. "What's the point of reapplying it when it's going to be smeared away soon enough?"

You shook your head before continuing your task, "and who will be the one smearing it away?"

He waited til the darker shade covered your lips before grabbing your free hand to turn you around. His other hand was pressed on your back, slowly dipping dangerously low but he paused right where your dress covered your ass.

He dropped your hand and brought his thumb closer to your lips, "definitely not the guy you were dancing with,"

Pressing his thumb against your bottom lip, he dragged it down, successfully smearing some of the lipstick you just applied.

I don't dream of anyone else

"Lando," you whispered, not needing to speak any louder with the small distance between you two. He hummed in response, but his attention was on the way your lips moved to say his name.

Once he was satisfied with the work of art he created using your lipstick, he simultaneously pushed you closer using his hand on your back while tangling his other hand up in your hair, tilting your face up to meet his eyes.

Your lips parted slightly at the action, and his eyes were instantly drawn towards them. His restraint snapped once your lips mouthed his name again, covering your sweet as sin lips with his own.

All I need, sweet relief

Your hands found their place in his curls that you have been itching to hold on to. Lando didn't start off slow, no, he was going to have what was his; you.

The two of you moved back until your hips collided with the countertop behind you. Even when he parted away to catch his breath, his hands continued to roam your body, teasing at the two strings on your shoulders that held your dress up.

He muttered your name before his lips touched the spot on your shoulder where the other guy rested his chin. Lando parted his lips, sucking on the spot before tracing mindless shapes with his tongue then scraping his teeth against it. After placing a small kiss to replace the pain with pleasure, he looked at you.

It's just something only we know

You smiled, knowing exactly why Lando wanted to leave a mark there, but you didn't bring it up. The other guy was long forgotten from your mind, the only person you thought of now was Lando.

He grabbed your hips before lifting you and placing you on the countertop next to the sink. You spread your legs without hesitation, welcoming him closer. Lando's hands inched up your thighs, caressing the newly discovered naked skin as your dress hitched up once you spread your legs.

His fingers were so close to your pussy, but he skimmed over it, and placed his hand on your hip before claiming your lips with his. Little did he know, your dress was the only piece of clothing covering your almost naked body.

Your hands travelled down his covered abdomen before landing on his belt. You had just managed to unbuckle it when Lando's fingers found their way underneath the hem of your dress.

Something only we know

Can't eat, can't sleep

Before he could hitch up your dress further while his lips were still on yours, you placed your hands on his chest and parted away to speak. "What if someone comes?"

You could still hear the music, though less deafening, but it still brought you back to your senses where you realized that you and Lando were still in a public place.

He smirked against your skin as he continued kissing down your neck, and paused for a moment to whisper in your ear. "Then we better be quick."

You watched the door for a moment, waiting for someone to potentially walk in, and Lando just smiled while watching you, also patiently waiting.

No, you're not making this easy on me

But then, you turned to him with a seductive glint in your eyes as you brought his lips closer to yours. You stepped down from the sink, arching into him as his hands palmed your ass.

Lando continued pushing the hem of your dress further up until it was scrunched up on your waist. But when he returned his hands back to your ass, he felt your bare skin, surprised by the lack of material making him part away from you.

"Fuck me," Lando groaned, seeing your lower half completely bare. "Easy access," you told him, using his own words against him from the last time you two were in this position.

"Easy fuckin' access," Lando agreed, a slap on your ass punctuating each word.

It's a problem that we're choosing to be

Since he couldn't get enough of you, his hands rounded to the front of your body and pulled down the dress to display your tits to him.

While one of his hands cupped one, his mouth latched on to the other, slightly grazing the nipple with his teeth. Your head tilted back in pleasure, but you whined for more.

"Lando, please," you gasped, a hand tangling in his hair to keep him close. He peppered kisses all over your chest, before glancing up at you as he pinched your nipple between his fingers.

He stood up straight, placing a lingering kiss on your lips before turning you around to face the mirror. Your eyes met his lustful ones in the reflection as his hand pushed you to bend over.

No, we won't let 'em see

"Look at that, fucking soaking for me," the corners of his lips turned upwards as he kicked your legs apart.

You moaned when his fingers came in contact with your clit, slowly rubbing small circles. You dropped your head lower while arching your back into him. "Please, I need you Lando,"

"Where are these manners coming from? Is it to make up for your slutty outfit?" He asked, lightly slapping his palm on your clit making you flinch as you clench on nothing but air.

Take me high

You couldn't form a word let alone a sentence as Lando finally inserted a finger, finally giving you something to clench on.

He practically draped his body over yours, lips almost touching your ear as he continued whispering filthy words. "Such a short dress with no panties, it's like you wanted someone to see your bare, wet, pussy every time you bend over."

You moaned again, this time louder and you weren't sure if it was because of his words or the fact he inserted two more fingers.

Lay me down

"Maybe that's what you want no? Anyone to bend you over and finger this wet cunt,"

You shook your head attempting to tell him that you don't want anyone except him but a cry left your lips as he curled his fingers in the right direction. "Please," you tried again, needing more.

Either he finally took pity on you or he realized how bad it would be if you two were caught, but his fingers left your cunt, however before you could complain, you heard him unzip his pants.

Lando lifted your right leg and guided you to place it on the countertop, making your pussy stretched out and ready for him.

It's so reckless of me but this feeling is deeply profound

"Look in the mirror as I fuck you," Lando instructed before entering you in one swift motion. Your hands grabbed onto the edge of the counter to ground yourself as he thrusted in and out of you.

Your eyes threatened to roll back but you willed your gaze towards Lando, watching his own mouth open in a silent moan as he set the pace.

One of his hands left your hips and trailed upwards, rolling your nipple in between his fingers. "Lan," you breathed his name.

His fingers left your chest and moved upward to wrap around your neck. He pulled you closer to him, trailing kisses under your jaw.

It's just something only we know

"Fuck, I missed this" Lando groaned, but you weren't sure if he was speaking about you, or your pussy.

His grip on your neck tightened for a moment, and you watched him in the reflection as he restricted your breath. And since he loved taking your breath away, his other hand trailed down to your clit creating small quick circles, making your mind spin with the pleasure surrounding you.

Baby, I can't help myself

I'm seeing you everywhere I go

You tried to warn him that you were so close to your release but your words turned into whines and moans. “C’mon sweetheart, let go.” Lando muttered in your ear, fortunately understanding the sweet sounds coming out of your mouth.

He thrusted two more times before the pleasure became too much to hold back, releasing all over his cock. Lando groaned as your orgasm triggered his, emptying himself inside you.

Once he released the grip on your throat, you rested your head back against his shoulder. Lando’s hands grasped your hips as you brought your foot back down on the floor and almost tripped as your legs were too weak to stand on your own.

I don't dream of anyone else

Lando watched as you adjusted your dress back in its spot, but you clenched your thighs together as you felt both yours and Lando’s cum dripping down your leg. “Remember that the next time you think of going out without panties,” he muttered, watching your eyes widen in the reflection.

You turned around in his grasp, looking at his small smirk as he noticed your lips. He wouldn’t tell you, but your smeared lipstick caused by him was definitely one of his favourite sights.

All I need, sweet relief

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[twobluejeans]

HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 10: xoxo, barbie series masterlist

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 10! i recommend listening to marjorie by taylor swift to this chapter so u feel the vibe.

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yourinstagram just wrapped up the european leg of the Eras Tour, and my heart is bursting with gratitude and emotion. this journey has been an extraordinary one, and i couldn't have asked for a more incredible audience to share it with. 

last night, we closed out this chapter in the city where my mother was born, and i have no words to express how special it was. the energy, the love, and the connection we shared in that moment made it the best show of my life.

to everyone who came out to the shows, sang along, danced, and created memories with us, thank you from the bottom of my heart. your passion and support have been the driving force behind every performance, and i’m endlessly grateful for the moments we've shared together. 

this tour has been a journey of self-rediscovery and growth, and i’m so lucky to have such an amazing team by my side. the dedication, creativity, and hard work they've poured into every detail have made this experience truly magical. 

as we move forward to the next leg of the tour, i carry with me the love and warmth of each city we've visited. your energy and enthusiasm have fueled my spirit, and i can't wait to see where the Eras Tour takes us next. 

from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being a part of this adventure. let’s continue to make memories, share moments, and celebrate the magic of music together. here's to the journey ahead! 🦋🫧

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enews click link in bio to read everything we know so far about the controversy that is y/n l/n’s and charles leclerc’s breakup.

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leclerc16ferrari i love charles but to say this isn’t well deserved would be lying 💀

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yourinstagram happy birthday to my guardian angel! today, as i celebrate another year of life, i can't help but remember the incredible woman who brought me into this world. we share the same birthday, and though you're not physically here with me, i feel your presence in every beat of my heart.it’s been 15 years since you left us, but your love, guidance, and beautiful spirit have never faded from my life. you were not just my mom; you were my best friend, my confidante, and my rock. losing you at the age of 12 was the most challenging thing i’ve ever faced, but i’ve carried your strength and love with me every step of the way.you were there for all my firsts - my first day of school, my first dance recital, my first guitar lesson. you taught me kindness, compassion, and the importance of staying true to myself. your unwavering support and belief in me still resonates deeply, even when life feels overwhelming. i often find myself looking up at the night sky, knowing that you're shining down as one of the brightest stars. your light continues to guide me, reminding me that no matter how tough life gets, i have your love to carry me through.so, here's to you, mom - the strongest, most beautiful soul i’ve ever known. thank you for being my guardian angel and for making every birthday feel like a celebration of your love and spirit.

wishing i could hug u one last time,

your y/n/n. 🤍

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fernandoalonso she’s watching over you and she’s so proud of how far you come. she’s by your side always, front row at all of your concerts. forever with you wherever you go, your guardian angel

bellahadid she’s so proud of u, babe. we all are 🖤

sabrinacarpenter happy birthday 💗

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yourinstagram oh god, i’ve cried at least 3 times trying to type this so hopefully fourth times the charm.

as i take a moment to reflect on my unforgettable journey on the set of Barbie, my heart is overflowing with emotions. i can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible opportunity i was given and the remarkable people who made it all possible. 

to the extraordinary visionary, greta gerwing, thank you for trusting me with the role of Barbie and for guiding me through this artistic voyage. barbie played a big role in my life as a little girl, i adored every barbie film series and for you to chose me as you barbie is something i will always be in debt to you for. your passion and creativity was infectious, and i’m forever grateful for the chance to collaborate with such a talented director. the experience has left an indelible mark on my soul. 

and to my lovely cast-mates, fellow Barbies, and Kens, you are the heart and soul of this film. each one of you brought a unique and irreplaceable energy to the set, and i in awe of your dedication and talent. together, we laughed, cried, and supported one another, creating a bond that will last a lifetime. thank you for being my rock on-screen and off-screen. you are my true stars. ⭐️

 the memories we've made during the filming process will forever be etched in my heart. from the exhilarating moments of shooting magical scenes to the heartwarming conversations behind the scenes, every single second has been a treasure. the friendships that blossomed during this journey are the kind that go beyond the silver screen, and i feel incredibly blessed to have shared this chapter with each one of you. 

i can't help but be proud of what we've created together. the love, effort, and dedication poured into Barbie shine through every frame. it’s my hope that this film will not only entertain but also inspire and touch the hearts of all who watch it. i want each person to experience the same excitement and joy that filled my heart while bringing Barbie to life.

thank you to the entire production team, crew members, and everyone behind the scenes for your tireless efforts in making this dream come true. your passion and commitment to the project have been awe-inspiring, and i’m forever grateful for your hard work and dedication. 🙏

so here's to Barbie and to all of you who made it an unforgettable adventure. let’s spread its magic far and wide, and may it bring joy and wonder to audiences around the world. thank you, from the depths of my heart, for being a part of this incredible journey. i love you all! 

BARBIE is out now in theaters everywhere. 💕

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dualipa 🎀💞

fernandoalonso_offical Felicidades cariño, estoy increíblemente orgullosa de ti. Te extraño

sabrinacarpenter i’m sick of kens i need an alan

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gretagerwing Fourth pic 🥹 my babies!! Love you Guys!!

americaferrira obsessed with you and your performance! can’t wait for everyone to see it

florencepugh IVE RETURNED A CHANGED WOMAN AFTER WATCHING BARBIE

y/nsreputation she’s in her barbie era

lolaransdell_fan33 am i the only one who thought ryan gosling was kinda too old to play ken? like the age difference between y/n and him is weird too💀

yourinstagram lolaransdell_fan33 he was and is kenough.

robertdowneyjr Proud of you, kiddo. Anyways, go watch Oppenheimer in theaters today 🖤💣

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[dreamauri]

platonic! f1 grid x gen z! driver! reader who just got into f1 but they win a pole position on their debut race and everyones freaking out bcs she won a pole position and maybe the crowd is super pissed even tho she rly deserved it and theyre all mocking / booing her angst to comfort ⁉️

♪ — 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗨𝗣 f1 grid [platonic] x gen z! fem! driver! reader (comfort) “. . . you score high on your debut but fans don't like winners”

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"Let's groove tonight! Share the spice of life. Baby slice it right. We're gonna groove tonightttttttttttt." You sang happily through the radio as you completed your cool down lap. After learning the way of the car in FP1 and FP2 and studying the track through FP3, you were able to make it to Q3 where you claimed Pole Position.

"And that is, f3 and f2 champion, L/N on pole for her debut race." You heard through the stadium speakers, headbanging and dancing slightly in your seat to the music playing in your head. "Let this groove, light up your fuse, it's alright, alright, alright, oh wowe! Let this groove set in your shoes, so stand up, alright, aaaaaaalright."

You got out of the car, dancing with yourself out of excitement. As you gently took your helmet and balaclava off, a hoard of loud distasteful noises came into contact with your ears once you took off the ear buds. Your excitement died down as you looked at the stadium and the crowds confused.

In the the corner of your eyes you saw Max Verstappen shake his finger and head no. "Who are they- ?" Your question was cut off with the answer. "Fuck you, Y/N." The crowed said infusion making you feel your heart drop between feet. Your face fell from one of happiness, confidence, and excitement to one of fear.

"Don't let them get to your head." Lewis Hamilton wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you away from the masses. This was nowhere near what you expected. They sang insults strung to your name and you could only plug your ears, the name your parents gave you felt tainted and stained.

Despite being pulled away, you looked back watching the source of hate with an expression of hurt. "Hey!" You averted your head to the four time world champion. "That was amazing driving over there." Sebastian Vettel ( your hero ) patted your back comfortingly. "Ignore them, your performance is too good for them and they're scared from you." You could only nod.

You sat in a chair outside your garage, watching as your team worked on the car for tomorrow. "Hey kid." Charles crouched down beside you, giving you his famous kind and warm smile. "You doing alright?" "Mhm." You nodded in reply returning his smile. Although still suffering from shock, Lewis and Seb had comforted you and shouted insults back for you ( finding you too innocent and small to swear ).

"I'm ready to go to war." Carlos came up from behind you, his hands on his hips with a frustrated look on his face. "You can't take all of them on, mate." Charles shook his head, sighing. "Watch me. Lets go, Y/N." Carlos rolled up his sleeves, dragging you along.

"Not without me." Max caught up to the trio. He was on his way to offer you a talk over a can of red bull, but the Ferrari boys beat you to him. "Cheers." He clinked his can with yours when he was finally able to give it to you.

The four of you were standing in front of the stadium of haters from the track. Carlos took your free hand 'teaching' you how to flip them off. Charles only watched interested, drinking from his water bottle alongside the red bull driver. "You think PR is going to have a hard time cleaning this mess up." Max looked at you, who was slowly gaining your confidence back with each insult you should in return.

"They're going to have a field day, mate." Charles sighed, watching you and Carlos dance together. Although this was your first time spending time with this certain collection of drivers, this was already your favourite group, one where you could feel comfortable being yourself.

Sitting in between Kimi Raikkonen and Fernando Alonso in the post qualifying press conference, you felt a little tense being one of the only women in the room and the only one with all the attention. "What do you think about the fans' reaction about Y/N getting pole."

"I think it's stupid." Kimi replied bluntly, shrugging. "I think they're scared." Fernando affirmed chuckling. "They are, they wouldn't be booing her otherwise." Kimi agreed nodding. "Y/N has a lot of potential as a driver. They know what she's capable of, and that's- that's very scary." Ferando completed laughing.

You were sitting in between the two men, a blush and a happy smile covering your face as you looked at down at your fiddling fingers. "Y/N are you looking forward to starting the race tomorrow from P1?"

"Who- Me? Uhhh . . . to be honestly, I want to put up a fight against someone, you know. I've always dreamt about winning a battle for P1." You nodded, your pink happy face grinning widely.

Maybe you should've held back a little because you were feeling pressured by all the drivers behind you. Sitting in your car at the starting grid, you felt like a goat that is going to be chased by wolves. "Relax kid, you'll be ok." Looking up from inside your car, you saw Lando who had stopped by to wish you luck.

"I'll be seeing you on the Podium, Y/N. Have a safe race." Pierre cheered as he passed by, giving you a wide smile and a wave. To say you were feeling giddy was fair, you sang songs with your team members while you waited for the race prep. "It's fun to stay at the-" "Y - M - C - A." You heard someone singing with you, your turned around in your car looking at the source of noise.

"Young man young man, are you listening to- oh sorry, Y/N." Yuki apologized once he realized you stopped singing and were looking at him. You could only laugh continuing to sing with him.

And when the time came, you were smiling as you watched the masses boo you. Throwing them the middle finger in return, the eternity of the grid copying you.

"It's lights out, and away we go!"

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[chuunai]

Can we get Dazai, Chuya and Fyodor with scenario 19 and prompt 13? (drabbles)

hey did you know I LOVE Chuuya Nakahara?

✧˚ · . drunken confessions - dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya, fyodor dostoevsky

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, SFW. also clingy insecure chuuya. fyodor also kinda takes advantage of you mentally/emotionally while drunk

Dazai Osamu

He somewhat planned it all out. The invitation sent to you to watch movies with him at his dorm, right next to yours. The drinks, too. Cheap cans of beer and sake that are lazily passed to you. The futon too that you two are situated on is more neat and tidy than usual with no forgotten crab legs or alcohol stains in sight. It’d be easier to confess if he had liquid courage, right? Dazai didn’t want to fuck it all up.

When he confesses this way, it’s because he can’t think of anything better. Dinner at a restaurant is nice and dandy, sure, but it’s not quite intimate enough. A letter doesn’t express the tone of how serious he is with his love for you. You’ve been with him since his days in the Mafia. You saw him at his worst, and so he wishes to give you the best.

So when you’re both slightly tipsy and giggly at the sights on the TV, he tugged at your clothes and brought you in closer, pretending to shiver and whine about the cold. Unsurprisingly, you had snuggled into him back—such an affectionate drunkard. What Dazai did next was probably purely driven by intoxication and the need to confess. Jokingly (not really), he asked if you could be with him every night to warm him up just like you did already with his heart.

Dazai nearly had a heart attack when you took so long to ultimately respond with a yes. He doesn’t waste time, already carefully maneuvering you on top of him as a pretty body pillow while he sleepily mumbled that he loved his pillow. Loves you. Sure, it was all planned out, but it worked. He’d keep you forever by his side.

Nakahara Chuuya

It’s such a total fucking accident. The whole thing was never intended to happen when Chuuya took you out for a drink after a successful mission. You were his subordinate—albeit a close one of his—and it’d be wrong to act on his feelings for you. Death is a common and accepted daily occurrence of the Port Mafia, and he doesn’t want to accidentally get you hurt or even killed because you were his partner. Even if it hurts, he doesn’t want to confess. For your safety.

Although two glasses of wine later and a guy hitting on you stirs jealousy in his mind, and the fact that you seem uncomfortable increases it by tenfold. He didn’t hesitate to walk over with a thin smile on his face, wrapping an arm around your waist and cooing in your ear that he missed his baby and if you could please dance with him—your fake boyfriend. That’s how he ended up dancing with you to the beat of the music. His eyes were glued to your lips, admiring the shape as he wished they’d cover his body in rouge lipstick.

But Chuuya Nakahara lost everyone he ever cared about. Kouyou was still here, but he doubted the world would let her stay by his side for long. The drunken urge to kiss you was pushed back by the logical side of his mind, screaming out the fact that he’d be a creep if he did that. And he didn’t want you to think he was a sleazy guy. You were his muse from afar, and he wouldn’t dare do anything to hurt you.

So instead the wine in his veins opts to merely drop his head onto your shoulder and hesitantly intertwine his fingers with you. Next? He mumbles in your neck that he loves you. Loves you to the point where he’d kill everyone in the world if they dared to cross you—his heart. All he wanted was your heart, your undying love. But at the end of the day, you’re too good for him. He’s not even human, after all.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

He wasn’t drunk whatsoever and capitalized on your inebriation. Fyodor was a smart man, able to read moves of his opponents and acquaintances alike. This included you, of course. He knew absolutely everything about his little mouse, from your family to your darkest secrets. It was no surprise that he discovered your deep admiration of him as well.

What was supposed to be a meeting between the two of you discussing the DoA’s plans, instead ended up into him gently coaxing you to sip at the wine he had given you. He didn’t drink himself—a man as great as himself would not taint his mind with such a poison—but merely watched as your cheeks flushed with the telltale sign of tipsiness. The scenario would’ve been baffling for any outsider. Two terrorists in a room that both have a crush on each other. How utterly perplexing and unsettling!

Once he was certain you were to be easily manipulated to whatever he wanted, he began asking more personal questions and other matters. Coyly asking if you needed to visit a doctor with how red your face was whenever you two spoke. Or when he began to poke fun at your habit of stammering when he’d appear behind you and give your head that small condescending tap. Poor, poor you who didn’t stand a chance. You were so easy to crack. The seed at the middle of it all was your confession and the way he invited you onto his lap and began stroking your hair like one might do with a beloved pet.

While he’s not entirely sure what love truly is other than the definition, Fyodor felt a deep sense of affection and responsibility for you. Nearly every ruler in history had a beloved at their side to witness the fruits of their goals, so naturally he should as well. It wasn’t like you’d leave either. He’d make sure of it and keep you with him forever until he decided to end it.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

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[writtenfangirl]

Dancing

A short one this time! I just wanted to write a really fluffy piece without drama although, yes there is a very small conflict if you squint hard enough. I wanted to write another fic that made me feel good just cause life's been extra hard lately.

Although I have a ton of ideas for this one so a sequel if people really enjoy this. I briefly wondered making Y/N be Lady Whistledown and pairing her up with my favorite Bridgerton brother to see what would happen.

TW: People being mean. Gossiping mamas. Cressida Cowper mention.

The ball, as most balls tended to be as the night waned, had grown stale and boring. The dancing had ceased despite the wonderful string quartet that played their music and people had broken off to their own parties. As the guests become accustomed to the taste of alcohol, words began to flow with reckless abandon. 

“Did you hear? Viscount Dotsfield has a bastard with a scullery maid!”

“The Earl of Blackfield is said to engage in… relationships with Sir Lockling.”

“There are rumors going around that one of the Colton daughters has a French paramour whose name is Ravilli. An ambassador of sorts…”

Gossip is what fueled the ton, the very lifeblood that had men and women of varying ages coming to these balls in the first place. No one in the ton wanted to be caught unaware and one could never be too careful of the rumors that could be fabricated about you. According to Y/N’s mama, the only people who didn’t come to balls and to the gatherings hosted by members of the ton were those of them whose reputations were in ruins. You were either gossiping or you were the one being gossiped about. 

So she came and endured even if she was bored out of her mind. 

It wasn’t anything she wasn’t use to anyway. She was a woman and women were seen and not heard. Not only that, but she was a wallflower. Wallflowers were hardly seen at all.

“Lady Y/L/N.”

She knew that familiar voice, smooth and deep yet somehow still bright. If sunsets could speak, Y/N imagined they would have his voice.

“Mister Bridgerton,” Y/N said as she spun around, hiding her smile behind her bejeweled fan. “I half expected you to have taken your leave by now.”

“Under usual circumstances, I might have. But I have yet to dance with the most beautiful girl in the room.” Benedict said with a crooked smile. “And my mother has always told me that dancing is one of men’s greatest assets to encourage affection.”

“There’s hardly anyone dancing,” Y/N said bashfully.

“All the better reason to do so.”

Y/N wasn’t naive. She knew Benedict was only speaking to her because his mother asked him too. She’d always rather liked Lady Bridgerton and she had a penchant for forcing her sons to dance with the wallflowers. At every ball Y/N attends, her dance card, though usually empty, always had three names: Anthony Bridgerton. Benedict Bridgerton. Colin Bridgerton. 

And there was no man who made he heart beat faster than Benedict Bridgerton himself. Because it was Benedict who offered to fill up all of the other spaces in her dance cards even though he didn’t have to.

All the Bridgerton brothers were kind to her but Benedict was more than that. Anthony and Colin were polite but Benedict laughed with her and conversation flowed between them like water from a fountain. And though she knew Benedict was unlikely to return her feelings, she occasionally let her delusions run wild. She often spent her days imagining what their future would look like. Would their children have his eyes or hers? Their hair would probably be different too. And their noses—

“Y/N?”

Blast! What a bloody idiot! She shouldn’t have let her mind wander like that! And now Benedict was looking at her expectantly with those luminous blue eyes and she couldn’t focus her mind to remember what it is he’d asked of her.

“Yes?” She asked, fighting to stop herself from sounding so breathy.

“Excellent,” Benedict grinned with an outstretched hand. 

The dance. She’d forgotten about the dance!

She briefly wondered if she could find a way out of it. Getting on that dance floor would shift everyone’s focus on to them and she already knew what people would say. 

“The Bridgerton charity case.”

“Of all of the young ladies, he chose her?”

“He deserves better.”

She glanced around nervously. Everyone else was too engrossed in their own conversations to pay them any heed but those conversations would instantly stop the moment she and Benedict stepped on the dance floor alone. 

And she knew that if she were to reject Benedict’s advances, her mother would kill her. Though Anthony was but a Viscount, his fortune was considerable large. His father before him had managed their estate well and Anthony was known to make cunning investments that grew their already large fortune, a fortune that would also provide cushy lives for the rest of his brothers. Perhaps not the large estate of a Duke but certainly nothing to scoff at. And Y/N didn’t doubt for one second that the rest of the Bridgerton brothers weren’t as smart as Anthony was when it came to their finances. 

It’s why Y/N had constantly heard her mother’s say, “you will marry a Duke or a Bridgerton. Anything less is unacceptable.”

Luckily for Y/N, her mother wasn’t around to see her reject Benedict. 

Still, with the way Benedict looked at her, it was hard to say no. 

“Just one dance,” Y/N ceded with a sigh, slipping her gloved hand onto his. 

His smile widened considerably. “You mustn’t be nervous.”

“Easy for you to say,” Y/N huffed. “You look perfect everywhere you go.”

“Oh?”

Damn. Damn damn damn. Damn the world. Damn herself. And damn Benedict Bridgerton. 

“You think I look perfect?” He asked, cocking a brow in question. 

“U-uh, I m-mean, that is to say, I don’t—“

“You truly must calm your nerves, my lady,” Benedict said with a chuckle as he pulled her to her feet and led her to the dance floor. “I am only teasing.” 

Y/N could hear the stream of gossip stop as members of the ton watched them. There was a pregnant pause and then the chatter began once again. She couldn’t hear the full conversations but she heard enough. 

“…fat…”

“…ugly…undeserving…”

“…he is too kind…”

It made Y/N want to curl up into a ball so that the earth may open up and swallow her whole. 

“Pay them no heed,” Benedict muttered as he pulled her close, his hand resting on the small of her back as his other hand found hers. “Focus only on us. And tonight, you look beautiful.”

“Only tonight?” Y/N joked in a bid to ease the coil of tension tightening around her core. 

“Every night.” Benedict’s tone was too serious to be called teasing. 

Soon the new music started, washing away the ton’s horrible words. She could still feel their watchful eyes on her skin, felt the way they judged her. 

“Focus on me,” Benedict muttered before he began their dance by swaying them back and fort.

She let the music fill her, weaving through the muscles in her body. Their dance was a complicated one and though she wasn’t an accomplished dancer by any sense of the word, with Benedict leading it was hard to fail. 

In and out, push and pull, with complicated lifts and turns yet somehow always finding their way back to each other. It was as if their bodies were magnetized, attracted only to the other. As the music swelled, she forgot all about the gossiping ton and their prying eyes. Instead she only felt Benedict’s body heat, the hard chords of muscles hidden beneath his jacket, his hands steady around her waist. 

His gaze on her felt soft, like staring at the afterglow of of dusk. She was never much of a drinker but Benedict always had the ability to make her feel drunk, as though each of her inhibitions left her the moment his luminous blue eyes landed on her. 

When the last notes of the song echoed between them and Y/N and Benedict detached from each other to curtsy and bow at one another, the entire ballroom erupted into applause. 

A soft gasp left Y/N’s lips. She’d completely forgotten about the ton watching them with Benedict commanding all of her attention. 

She raised her head, meeting Benedict’s eyes once more. 

“You were marvelous,” Benedict muttered with a grin as he took her hand and placed a chaste kiss against it before leading her out of dance floor. The ton’s eyes had grown less hostile and more appreciative on and, for the first time in a long time, Y/N felt exhilarated. 

“I would like to call on you tomorrow, Ms. Y/L/N.” Benedict said, letting his voice be carried throughout the ballroom. His words brought on another wave of whispers. “If you would let me?”

Y/N was absolutely sure she would be the center of gossip tomorrow. Perhaps until the end of the season if Benedict’s intentions are what she thought them to be. 

To call on her would mean Benedict would like to get to know her better, to suss out if she would make a good wife or not. And with him a Bridgerton and her a lowly Y/L/N, they would make waves with the ton. She could practically feel Cressida Cowper glaring daggers at her back.

But she didn’t care about that right now. She was still riding the high of their beautiful dance. She was no great beauty, that much was true. But with Benedict, she felt beautiful. And his opinion mattered to her more than the Queen’s and the whole ton’s combined.

“Of course you may call on me, Mr. Bridgerton,” she said graciously, ignoring her fast beating heart. “I’ll have the cook prepare that raspberry marmalade you enjoy so much.”

Benedict grinned. “I am much obliged. I shall see you tomorrow. I hope you have a good evening.” He took her hand again, placing another gentle kiss on her knuckles before he straightened and walked away.

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

Too Close For Comfort: The Night Before

--genre + trope: collegeAU!, SMUT, fluff, nsfw (not safe for work)

--pairing: tasm!peter parker x afab!reader

--word count: 2.6k

--warnings: P in V, nsfw, fluff/smut, cunnilingus, fingering, peter is a munch, peter's ambidextrous, unprotected sex (don't do this), and SO MUCH LOVE.

--gif credits: @peachyspaceslvt

Monday, October 18

The smell of garlic with hints of basil lingers throughout the halls of your shared apartment, along with the sounds of the city echoing in the kitchen. Wearing Peter’s shirt and a pair of pajama shorts, you nod your head to the beat as light jazz fills the air with a sort of warmth, it feels like home. Yet something was missing, a certain presence. 

As if putting it into existence, the familiar creak of the wooden door makes you stand up a bit straighter, your head turning towards the hallway. “There he is, the man of the hour,” you joke. An unknown force seems to pull you to him, forgetting the meal entirely.

A familiar smirk etches its way onto the man’s face, “Were you thinking about me, sweetheart?” 

That’s a stupid question, “Maybe I was, Maybe I wasn’t,” You tease, shrugging your shoulders theatrically. “Guess you’ll never know,” You walk back over to the food on the stove. 

Knowing he was going to follow you, you refuse to give him the satisfaction of your attention. The recognizable feeling of his arms wrapping around you sends a warm feeling through your body, his head falling into the crook of your neck. His warm breath fanning the sensitive skin on your neck sends a welcoming shiver down your spine. While swaying back and forth to the music you previously put on, you bask in this moment together. A grin makes its way to your face. 

“What do you think you're doing?” A pocket of peace that comes rarely to both of you, makes everything worth it. Every late night, every missed text, and every moment of worry makes this single moment worth it. 

He feels you slightly move in his arms, and loosens his hold just enough for you to turn around and face him. You come face to face with a cheeky smirk written on his face. He’s blissed out, too consumed by the mere presence of you to think about anything else. You envelop every single thought in his mind at this very moment. There is no mid-term he needs to study for, there are no bills to take care of, and there is no Spider-Man. Just (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Peter Parker. 

Too overwhelmed with his thoughts, his eyes flick between your eyes and your slightly pursed lips. “Are you going to kiss me, Parker?” He creeps closer to you, your back hitting the counter behind you. 

“And what if I did, (Y/L/N)?” He asked teasingly. 

A breathy laugh makes its way from your lips, “Then do it.” 

The boy pulled you in and then he kissed you. You felt as if your heart exploded a thousand times over in your chest. He held you close and drew you in as if he’s been yearning for you for years, but it's just been a few hours. You feel one of his arms unravel from around your waist, you hear the flame of the stove flick off. 

He brings that same hand up to cradle your face in his palm. He cranes your neck upward deepening the kiss, his hand moves to the nape of your neck, tangling in your hair. His weight pushes you deeper into the counter, making you gasp at the feeling of it digging into your skin. There is no more space between Peter’s body and the surface behind you, only making it harder for you to kiss back.  

He breaks away from the kiss, noticing your discomfort, but you try to brush it off and kiss him again. He removes his hand from your now raveled hair, placing both hands on your thighs as he lifts you up onto the counter. His eyes dance across your face in his lust-filled trance. He brings both hands up to your face and quickly brings his lips back to yours before you can get another thought out. 

A moment passes when all you can do is pull back and look at each other, wondering where this energy came from. Before either of you can say anything Peter hoists you over his shoulder and starts walking to your shared bedroom. All you can do is laugh at how eager he is to take you to bed. While he is about to reach the door, a playful look arises to your face. You reach both hands down and give a hefty squeeze to his cheeks, giggling loudly while doing it. 

Out of surprise, he looks down at you, still walking, “Whoa there,” he laughs. 

Another chuckle leaves your lips, “I’m sorry! I had to, I was right there-”. He cuts you off with a quick motion to place you on your bed. 

“You want to be funny so bad,” He teases, dragging himself from the foot of the bed to meet you face to face. 

“You don’t think I’m funny-” You begin to say before he plants his lips firmly back onto yours. He sets both elbows beside your head to hold himself up as he manages to set his body in between your legs. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t move from beneath him. You manage to take a deep breath in, only for him to steal it back from you again as he kisses the sensitive spot on your neck. He knows exactly what he’s doing, A soft hum leaves your mouth followed by a low whimper. Peter’s heightened senses pick up on all of your noises and movements, and you know this too. His right-hand moves from beside your head to move under your shirt, his shirt actually, and slowly glides to your left breast. 

He circles a finger around your nipple as you whimper again, a little louder this time. He begins to place sloppy kisses along your jawline and then down your neck, only adding to your arousal. He decides to ditch the shirt altogether, quickly pulling it off of you. Taking a second to admire you under him, he smiles to himself, completely in love with you and the idea that he is able to be in your life. “What’s wrong?” a pang of worry clouds through her mind. 

He smiles, “Nothing. You’re beautiful.” 

He takes off his shirt following his remark. You can’t help your wandering eyes as they trace every inch of his torso. You notice that familiar outline in his jeans, not too obvious, but definitely there. He reaches down slightly to pick up your hand, and without another second passing by he brings your knuckles to your lips and gives it the most delicate kiss. Tilting his head down, he cascades his way down your arm, pouring every ounce of love he has for you in each kiss until he meets your shoulder. Still holding your hand, he pulls you up to meet each other in a lustful gaze. 

Your legs slide out from under his and you both are kneeling in front of each other. Your hand leaves his and you place it on the button of his jeans, never breaking each other's gaze. You attach your lips to the base of his throat while your hand works to unbutton his pants. He groans in your ear as his forehead falls onto your shoulder. Carefully and slowly you tease the waistband of his briefs, not yet dipping under the material. His breath coming out unevenly as you tease him. 

You take your other hand and place it along his jaw forcing his gaze to meet yours before you fervently attach your lips to his. Your other hand still teasing the sensitive area of skin. He groans into your mouth as you dip your hand further down. You remove his lips from yours and quickly reattach them to the skin below his ear. His hands grabbed at her hips, not matching her handwork and teasing the waistband of her shorts. She began to suck on the skin of his collarbone, causing him to curse under his breath. 

“Fuck, I love you,” He mumbles into your ear. He’s no longer able to take the teasing and sits up on his knees allowing you full access to pulling his jeans and briefs down his legs. 

Carefully he places his hands on both sides of your head, on the pillow, before pushing you onto your back. With a sudden haste, Peter lowers his hands to the edge of your shorts, hooking his fingers under your underwear as well. You pick up on his actions and lift your butt off of the bed to give him easier access. The moment your clothes are off your body, they are quickly and mindlessly discard them on the floor somewhere in the room. 

You bend your knees to allow him to slide his arms under your legs while opening them as he makes his way up to your center. He makes himself comfortable and pulls you by your thighs, allowing him to be closer to your core, causing you to gasp in surprise. There is no hesitation for him to put his mouth where you need him most. He’s been waiting all night for this exact moment. Hours could have gone by, and Peter wouldn’t have noticed. All he needed was you, in your rawest form, writhing in pleasure. He focuses his attention on the collection of nerves first, then works his way down to lap at your juices that coat his tongue so perfectly. There was not a moment where he didn’t savor this moment, not a moan unheard, and not a reaction ignored. 

When he feels you’re ready, he slips his middle finger in. His digit is soaked by the time his knuckles reach your entrance. Pumping in and out, he searches for the gummy area that you love so much. He feels you tense as his finger curls inside of you, “Is that my spot?” he mutters, as you begin to whine in anticipation, “Oh yeah, that’s my spot.” Once he’s found it, there’s no end until he pulls out an orgasm from you. You know that, and he definitely knows that. 

He latches his mouth back on you, and along with his finger, it doesn’t take much longer for you to reach that high that you craved. Your back arches and you reach for anything you could hold onto. He notices this as you clench his middle finger. He pries his other hand off your thigh to hold yours. Your brain is empty, and all you can think about is Peter. You squeeze his hand so tight that he has to pause his mouth and finger to look up at you, wanting to witness what he thinks is the most beautiful part of you. He slips his finger out and raises his head to lay on your thigh, still holding your hand. He begins to rub his thumb on the back of your hand. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” He speaks softly, as if not to pull you out of this lustful trance. His eyes never leave your panting figure. 

Breathlessly you reply with a sly grin, “Never better.”. You begin to sit up, taking a second before Peter follows your lead and sits up as well. Mindlessly reaching down to his cock to reciprocate his actions, he catches your wrist before you can do anything else. 

You quickly meet his gaze in confusion, “Sweetheart, you don’t need to do that. I’m alright, but there is something you can do to help.” You look down to see him fully erect. 

Oh. Oh. Her eyes widen in shock, still dazed from the events prior. 

He gently lays her down back on the bed, eyes no longer overflowing with lust. His gaze carries something more. He leans down and kisses her cheek with a grin, “I love you,” He whispers to her. 

“I know, Parker. I love you too.” 

Lining himself up to you, he cradles your face as he enters you slowly. As many times as you guys have done this in the past, he will always start slow, to partly savor in the moment but to also give you time to feel as comfortable as possible. You both gasp as the familiar feeling of being full regains your senses. He won’t move till you say so, but he wouldn’t want to move anyway. The first thrust almost overwhelms him, he feels good, almost too good. 

Once you give him the nod to start moving, he starts to rock back and forth, still cradling your face. He looks down at you to see your nose scrunch and then fall. Your eyebrows are raised in pleasure and your mouth slightly agape. He takes a mental note of this sight and stores it in the back of his mind. You look back up at him to see him already staring at you. There’s nothing but pure adoration between you too, and it makes your heart skip a beat. You love this man so much, there’s no other way of phrasing it. 

He bottoms out, and that’s when your body forces you to make a sound so heavenly, Peter could have come right then and there. He hit that spot again, and with his senses, he knows that too. The relentless stimulation takes you right to the edge and keeps you there for quite a while. 

There’s a moment where he thrusts into you, and that’s when you know he was close. Your previous orgasm was a stepping point to this moment. You don’t know how you’ve been able to hold off this long, and looking up at Peter, whose eyes are closed and the softest moans coming out of his mouth didn’t help. 

A spur of confidence enters your system, “You're going to cum, aren't you?” He’s so close you can feel it.

“Fuck- yes,” He groans, his head falling into the crook of your neck. You wrap your legs tightly around him, only pulling him in deeper. You feel him twitch inside you as he cums, his heavy breathing becoming apparent, only then sending you completely over. The clenching of your walls suddenly becomes too much for him, as he is overstimulated, sending a wave of whimpers out of his mouth. 

As he pulls out, the mixture of both of your climaxes begin to smear across your thighs. Although overstimulated, Peter takes no hesitation to run to the bathroom to grab a towel as you’re too blissed out to notice. With no second thought, he cleans you up, so you can be comfortable. You’re riding on a wave of adrenaline, your head is up in the clouds and the only thing that pulls you back down is the hand softly coming up to your cheek. 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” He teases. Your head turns to look at the clock placed on your bedside table. 

‘2:34 AM’, it reads. 

You just roll your eyes as Peter discards the towel and climbs back into bed with you pulling the covers up in the process. He pulls her close, wrapping his arms protectively around her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. 

“I know I’ve said it a lot tonight but I love you (Y/N),” Peter whispers, combing his hand through your tangled hair delicately. 

You smile at him, your eyes filled with nothing but love, “I love you just the same.” 

Peter continues running his hand softly through your hair, making sure to untangle the knots that were formed earlier. You can’t help but sigh with pleasure at the intimate act. Despite everything you had just done, this felt better. Just laying here with him, skin to skin. Vulnerable. 

--author's note: WOAH HELLO! steamy asf, but very soft as well. if there are any grammatical errors, please forgive me. i wrote this in one sitting and I'm posting it at 1:15 AM. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog:)

#peter parker #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x reader #college au #peter parker smut #tasm!peter x you #marvel #peter parker x reader #fluff #afab reader #andrew garfield peter parker #andrew garfield #andrew garfield spiderman #spiderman #spiderman x reader #smut #tasm!peter parker

[twogyuu]

an unfinished tale [teaser]

Pairing: Wonwoo x fem!reader

Synopsis: In an age absent of DMs and dating apps, a year you're not supposed to exist in, you defy all odds and manage to fall in love with the neighbor down the hall from your uncle's dorm. Part of you wishes he feels the same, part of you hopes he doesn't - for the sake of your heart and his.

Genre: Fluff, crack, smidgen of angst, first/last loves, time travel!au, 90s!au, college!au, uncle/roommate!chan, chan has a twin brother who is reader's dad LMAO, fairy godmother!seokmin; featuring friends!seungkwan, vernon, and jihoon too 💙

Warnings: PG-13 - profanity in this, they make out (?)

teaser wc: ~1.4k

A/N: One last run before I close this chapter of my writing blog . . .? Pouring all my feels into this one and learning how to be patient with writing and myself 💙 Who would've thunk it would be a Wonwoo series lol - I had the hardest time writing for him early on . . . Pls send an ask if you want to stick around for this one - probably a very long ride lol! Thanks for reading always, even if you never comment 🫶🏻

Adapted from this idea (sorry vernon 😅🙃) and revamp of wish you were here. Inspired by Wendy's Better Judgement.

start date: mid to end of march/early april

"You have to tell me!" Chan begs as you turn and make your way to the other side of the room - not that it was very far. The course from his desk to the bunk beds were less then twelve steps. "You're doing a huge disservice to my bloodline!"

"If I tell you, it's going to disrupt the time and space continuum, and you're whole future is going to be out of wack - I'm doing you a favor," you protest. It's followed by a small snort as you grab onto the ladder and position yourself to hoist up your body. What you thought was a quiet mutter to yourself than him, you add, "As if you'd have a bloodline."

Uncle Chan? Married? Bold of him to assume he could whisk away Sunnie.

His footsteps behind you suddenly come to a halt and the room grows quiet - only the sound of Vernon and his drums next door rattling away revibrate through the thin walls.

"I-I don't?" Chan asks pitifully.

"Fuck," you say under your breath. You make note to to filter that mouth of yours in the near future, especially around Chan and when it comes to his future. You loved your uncle and he was cool - ish, in the present. You didn't realize what a pain in the ass he actually was in his youth. Maybe that's why your father was so put off by him because you too are annoyed.

Making your way down again, you turn to find him pouting, gaze glued to the mysterious purple stain in once cream colored carpet - he claimed it was from when Vernon spilled the EZ Squirt purple ketchup, but something about the shade of it didn't have you convinced. You note how Chan blinks rapidly to will away his tears, an occasional sniffle cutting in.

"Look," you clamp your hands down on his shoulder, but he only hangs his head lower. "I'm sorry."

"I'm a loner hermit in the year 2000," he mumbles.

"Y-you're not!" you argue.

"I'm not?" Chan looks back up at you hopefully.

It's quite unfortunate you inherited the Lee trait of not being able to hold a poker face. The lie is evident in the distress in your eyes and slightest clench of your jaw.

"Seungkwan was right," he wails, slipping past you and flopping onto the bottom bunk, "I'm going to be living in Seungeung's basement and taking care of his kid!"

"You're not a loser, okay?" you exclaim, you rack your mind for some fibs, "Y-you're a music producer? a rapper? and you dance! Kind of."

"I'm dying alone!"

"I mean," you turn to look at his collapsed body, sprawled on the worn plaid comforter, "Y-you're not lonely? That kid Seungkwan is teasing you about is me."

Chan whines even louder, "That doesn't make it any better!"

You roll your eyes, shoulders slumping forward in defeat. Just as you were about to chastise him for self-pitying, there's a knock at the door - three firm, rhythmic beats. In sync, you and Chan lift your heads towards the door. It stops and a half-sheet of blue-lined notebook paper slips through the bottom crack of the door. You'd half expect to hear the footsteps of the perpetrator clambering down the halls, but their steps move at an easy pace and padded.

Chan gets up and follows you as you walk over to the note, carefully unfolding it. Black ink bleeds through - you're able to make out some letters from behind. The corners of the 'r' are darkened, the middle of the 't' sits like a target waiting to be shot at.

rooftop? after curfew :) - ww

As Chan gasps scandalously, your cheeks immediately heat up and you crumple the note into a ball in your fist in hopes that you're uncle didn't read it in full. Wonwoo's handwriting is messy and connected -something between chicken scratch and cursive. It's hardly legible most days. Nonetheless, the hope is weak, knowing the message was short and Chan was breathing down your neck as well.

"After curfew!?" Chan repeats, exaggerated, his existential crisis moments earlier forgotten. "What are you all going to do after curfew?"

You can hardly care for his judgement right now though - all you can hear is the blood rushing through your ears and the jumbled thoughts. Shoving the crumpled note into your pocket, you take off, swinging open the door and eyes darting up and down the hallway, looking for him.

It's almost as if Wonwoo didn't want to go unseen - as if he was waiting for you to come out. He's by the door of his dorm room, one hand rest on the stainless steel handle as his gaze are trained on you. When your eyes lock, the corners of his lips curl up the slightest bit - if you didn't already know him so well, you wouldn't have known he was smiling either. His lips were stretched thin, but pressing together firmly as he tries to hide his nerve and excitement. You curse yourself for letting it affect you so much too, your heart fluttering at the sight.

His composure breaks, the toothless smile, turning into a grin as he breaks eye contact with you and turns his attention to his door, shoving the key into the lock. With a flick of his wrist it opens with a click that echoes down the hall. Wonwoo's eyes flicker once more in your direction before he enters and shuts you out of his world again, and it makes you scoff.

He amuses you, frankly - puzzles you, even.

You wonder how someone like him, seemingly so subtle and so calm, could root himself into your life in the short time you've been here, and paint it with loud colors and cause more turbulence than the waves of the oceans during a full moon.

Bonus because I'm excited 😭:

It was quick, lips wavering and barely brushing against your own before he retreats.

"Oh," is all you're able to say, albeit, it's barely above a whisper. Unconsciously, your fingers fly to your lips, pressing gently at the ghost of his touch.

"Sorry," he mutters.

"Um," you clear your throat, shaking your head, "Y-you don't have to be - you shouldn't."

"I-I . . . I just . . . that was my first time," he confesses.

"I could do better," he declares, a little more confidently. It quickly dissipates however. Wonwoo nervously adds, "Only i-if you want to, of course-"

"Y-your first kiss?" you clarify, asking a little louder - you're taken aback. Wonwoo wasn't ugly and he was a senior - you expected him to collect several first kisses by this point, not be giving away his own.

You crane your neck more to get a better look at him, though it's hard without the lights on in Seungkwan's room. The crescent moon offers a little help, slipping through the opaque curtains and casting a sliver of white across his darkened features, though it reflects off the lens of his glasses, blinding you each time you try to look in his direction.

"You should then," you interject hastily without much thought before he gets any other ideas. Unconsciously, you find yourself leaning in, shifting your seat on the bed closer to him.

He looks up at you this time, lips fallen agape though no words escape.

Only now are you realizing your words sounded weird - desperate almost, and you didn't like it. This is not a proper way to court your crush! Let alone in the 90s! You didn't want to give him the wrong idea.

Letting out a soft sigh, you shift back, pulling your lips in between your teeth in embarrassment. You repeat his last words to you - or at least you try.

"Only if you want -"

Within seconds, His hand reach up to caress your cheek, the other coming to hold your waist as he leans in. His lips are pressed against yours again, but firmer this time. There's certainty in his kiss, a sense of reassurance that this was right.

The first thing to fade are your nerves - gone with the hesitancy, gone with the pounding of your heart, gone with the intricate dance you had perfect when it came to him. You're quick to fall into rhythm with him, his touch brings you relief - comfort even.

The second thing to fade are your surroundings. Seungkwan's room melts away, the muffled beat that Vernon played for the crowd below grows quiet. Only the quiet gasps and twee chortles between kisses fill the room.

"Chan is going to murder me," Wonwoo mutters breathlessly as he rests his forehead against yours. As if to tell him otherwise, you tilt your head up and peck his lips once more, eliciting another chuckle from him.

He feels right in this moment and nothing else mattered.

It's 1993, but for once, time doesn't matter.

#wonwoo x reader #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo angst #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios

[harrysarchive]

just the two of us; h.s.

pairing:

dormmate!harry x dormmate!reader

summary:

"you look good [y/l/n], is it a crime to speak my mind?" i muse a smirk crawling its way onto my lips.

"yes! yes it is a crime. you-you cant say that!"

"says who?"

"says every rule of being best friends!"

warnings:

smut 18+⚠️

loud rap music blares through the crowd, the smell of weed and sweet alcohol hangs in the air as i stare at [y/n] from across the crowed house a tug in my gut and a green monster clouding my vision. i watch as he runs his hands down the side of her body, she throws her head back with laughter grabbing ahold of his bicep.

"woah styles, loosen the grip. in a second your drink will be on the floor." louis snickers giving me a nudge, i roll my eyes. "[y/n] would never go for him, if you're curious:"

my head snaps to him, "what? -erm i mean- why would i care?"

louis snorts shaking his head, "maybe you dont, maybe you do." he smirks walking away.

i shake my head before my gaze makes its way back in the direction where [y/n] should be. but isnt. my heart starts beating out of my chest, blood rushing to my ears as my eyes scan the crowd. i spot her rolling her hips against her friends crotch before bending at the hips and slowly rolling them. my bottom lip catches between my teeth as my jeans grow tighter against my crotch. my view gets disturbed as the previous man she was laughing with grabs ahold of her bicep, she looks at him before shaking her head no and pointing to her friend. before i can stop myself, my feet carries my weight over to her direction, i softly grab [y/n's] hand giving it a yank to hide her behind me.

"we got a problem?" i ask lowly looking at the man.

"yeah, the problem is you taking what was rightfully mine." he sneers causing my eyebrows to shoot up.

"bunny, you belong to this man?" i ask with humor behind my voice.

she looks at him with eyebrows furrowed, eyes blazing with anger, "no! we talked for about two minutes. i do not know you nor do i want to get to know you." she snakes an arm through my arm yanking me away from the man. "men are pigs! i swear it." she murmurs under her breath, a chuckle escaping my lips.

she leads me outside were theres a small group of people blocking the doorway, some smoking others drinking. i grab ahold of her hand and yank her in front of me before narrowing my eyes, all of the sudden the nasty green monster swivels in my chest again.

"why the fuck were you talking to him?" i demand crossing my arms in front of my chest, he eyes also narrow into slits, her nose flaring at my tone.

"why are you speaking to me with that tone?! i was talking to him because he came with some of my friends and i thought he would be a friend, but he started touching on me. i got uncomfortable and left to dance. the end." she states sternly before turning and walking in the direction of the dorms murmuring 'so overprotective'.

"dont walk away from me [y/n], we arent done talking!"

she ignores me and keeps walking, her shoulders hunched over, nose deep in her phone. letting out a groan i follow behind. "you look hot." i blurt out, my hand quickly slapping over my mouth shocked that i actually had the nerve to say it out loud. she's wearing a short skin tight black one piece that sticks to her skin like honey, nipples peaking through and the swell of her ass peaking out. she stops walking before straightening up and turning to look at me, her ears are burning a nice red shade at the tip of them.

"what did you say?" she asks in a whisper eyes wide like i had said the most obscured thing ever.

"you look good [y/l/n], is it a crime to speak my mind?" i muse a smirk crawling its way onto my lips.

"yes! yes it is a crime. you-you cant say that!"

"says who?"

"says every rule of being best friends!"

"i'm not a stickler for rules." i hum grabbing her waist and pulling her towards me. her face has the lightest dusting of red probably from the drinks she's had, but i'd like to think it's partly because of me.

"har." she muses eyes dazing over. "we-we cant!" her dazed eyes suddenly open to their full capacity pushing herself out of my arms.

"god you're insufferable woman i swear it!" i groan closing my eyes and rubbing my palms over them.

"harry our friendship is very valuable to me! i cant lose it because we decided to -well what would happen tonight if i told you i also think you look good? hmm?"

"i dont know probably ask you on a date then." i shrug my shoulders, my heart pumping as she frowns at me.

"what if we don't click as well as we think we would? i value our friendship more than wanting to test out a theory that would not work out." she sighs her eyes glazing over with tears.

"bunny," i sigh grabbing ahold of her hands, "what would change? absolutely nothing- well okay maybe if we did go out the only thing that would change would be us holding hands, kissing and what not but we do everything else the same. shit people always ask if we're dating if it's their first time meeting us. but to hell with all that, i cant help how i feel for you bun. i've always been attracted to you from the day you opened the dorm room and probably till the foreseeable future. you may not want me to feel this way but you don't dictate my feelings."

i watch as a tear falls down her beautiful face, a frown tugs on my lips. she quickly wraps her arms around my neck before placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "you make it so hard not to feel the same way." she chuckles while pulling away and looking me in the eye.

my heart soars at her words, a smile breaks out on my face as well as hers and before i can stop myself i press my lips against hers. feeling to jittery to hold back, "let's go to our room bunny." i sigh as i pull away.

"not so fast styles, i do believe you're supposed to take me out on a date before taking me to bed." she teases booping my nose.

"of course bunny, we'll go on a date." i hum grabbing ahold of her hand and tugging her along with me, "hm lets see the only place open at three in the morning would have to be waffle house." i tease as she scrunches her nose.

"hell no." she shakes her head tugging me in the direction of our dorms, "you can just take me to brunch tomorrow."

"oh fuck," i groan as my vision blurs, i drop my head to the crease of her neck and let out a moan

i grasp [y/n's] plushy hips and thrust deeply into her. i furrow my brows as i move back and forth slowly, receiving a few gasp and moans - here and there - they're breathy and light. i grab her face placing my lips on hers swallowing her whines.

"oh harry!" she moans sinking her nails into my back, her back arching off the bed.

"you're fucking beautiful." i groan as i take a moment to study her. her eyes rolling back in pleasure, nose flaring up slightly, mouth agape as small whimpers and moans escape her mouth.

my eyes trail down to the movement of my hips, pushing into her. i love watching myself thrusting my cock in and out, the view turning me on too no end. "god bunny," i moaned as i brought my lips to her neck. one of my arms wrap around her waist, bringing her closer to me, needing to feel her closer. my hand trailing down her body, i rub tight circles around her clit.

"oh my god bunny, you're so intoxicating." i moan loudly as she whimpers, "oh bun, i'm almost there." i mumbled to her, before sucking lightly on the column of her neck, my grunts and the sound of our skin slapping fills the small room. [y/n] lets out a string of profanities, her lips pressed against my ear.

"oh fuck," was all that escapes my lips before i find my release, i dont stop moving in and out of her. "cmon love, cum for me, need you to cum" i gasp at the feeling of being overstimulated, i watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head and mouth gasps wide open. feeling her clench around me she lets out a broken sob before we both turn to mush.

collapsing on-top of her i take one last look at her, hair disheveled, red cheeks, some dry tears down her face, lips plump, and glowing like the goddamn goddess she is.

"you gonna be my girlfriend bunny?" i ask and she looks at me with a wide smile slowly nodding.

"yeah har." she giggles placing a kiss on my cheek. "cant wait to rub the fact that i have a boyfriend - that i got on my own might i add - in my mothers face."

"it'll just be the two of us." i smile at her, she gleams up at me nodding.

"yeah, just the two of us."

another dorm mate story💗💗

-all the love

em

xo🐝

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[mrs-weasley-reid]

One Dance

Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader

Summary: One dance, that's all it took for Aaron Hotchner to lose control.

Warning: smut, unprotected (piv), curse word(s), use of y/n and l/n, first person pov, a bit of betrayal? (not serious), tell me if I missed anything

A/N: not my gif, ctto! This is one of my hidden drafts that was originally for a different character, but YOLO.

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A smile ran over my lips as my hips swayed at the heart-pounding beat of the music. My hands slid down my figure slowly as I let my eyes close to devour the rhythm.

Nothing ever beats Friday nights after a long grueling case. Especially when Penelope and Emily force the entire BAU team for a night out.

"Y/N, let me get us drinks! I'm going to pass out! I'll tell Spencer to keep an eye on you!" Emily shouted through the music with a chuckle as her support on my sides retracted.

I hummed softly, nodded without the care of opening my eyes, letting the rhythm take over my entire body on such a daze that I loved.

My body swayed and rolled, all while my hands traced my curves in a sensual and seductive way. I was not aiming for anything. I just really loved letting my body get lost in the melody.

Different sets of hands lay atop mine, keeping the grip on my waist as it hit the beat from side to side. I smiled as our bodies clashed with a type of warmth I so loved, friction sparking as my back kissed their chest.

It tasted so lustrously devouring. The way every movement felt so close, so passionate. Whatever drink Spencer — I assumed — had, I would love to get a sip. It seemed to give him a lot more energy to match my rhythm.

"Freaking finally, Spence! Get those sneakers moving!" I shouted in a teasing tone. "Admit it! You love dancing too!" I laughed, running my hands up to my chest, past my shoulders, and on his — toned? — pectorals, aiming farther to slide up on his neck.

Spencer wasn't this toned from what I remembered, but I had no complaints. I loved the way he moved on my lead, and he has never done such a thing, especially with me. I wanted to savor the moment and question it later.

He traced my figure, giving me chills and little temptation to gasp. And so I did. My head was thrown back on his chest. Spencer was my best friend. I'm very comfortable with whatever we do together. Besides, I had already tried playfully seducing him once, never worked. I wasn't his type, and nor was he mine.

I felt him squeeze my flesh sensually, "I don't know, sweetheart. Shall I?" He whispered hoarsely close to my ear. My eyes darted open, and my body froze.

My hands that traveled up his neck passed through the line where I usually felt Spencer's long curly hair intertwine with my fingers. Instead, I felt short soft strands stubbornly escape my grip.

I turned around too swiftly that the man behind me placed a hand on the small of my back for me not to fall, my hands landing on his chest.

My heart skipped a beat as I met Aaron eye to eye. A sly smirk covered his handsome face: sharp jaw, pointy nose, earthy eyes, and pinkish lips.

Brows furrowing, "What are you doing?" I asked, pushing a gap between us. I was very much flustered at the fact that it was Aaron all along. And more so that he was my boss.

Aaron kept me close with his strong, rough hands wrapped around my waist. They were so big that it felt like he could hold me like a sandwich if he wanted. "Dancing," He answered nonchalantly, beginning to sway my body once more on his lead.

"Yeah, I know, but you can't dance with me," I said, slowly retracting my hands at such a pace that made me feel the structure of his body.

"And why is that?" He curiously asked, an eyebrow raised in so much interest. "You seem fine rolling your body on Prentiss and Reid. How am I any different?" Aaron squeezed my sides again, earning a satisfying small gasp from me.

My eyes widened. Oh no. I couldn't possibly tell Aaron that I couldn't be seen this close and intimate with him because one of my best friends had a big fat crush on him, and I didn't want to ruin my friendship with Emily.

I looked down, changing my line of sight on his chest. "Fine," I said in full confidence. "One dance." I added sternly.

He gently pinched my chin with his index and thumb and tilted my head up to meet his gaze one more time. "Deal, but you have to actually dance." Aaron had a mischievous grin.

I have to admit how handsome he was, especially with the lights flickering in so much pace. It highlighted the sharpness of his beautiful visage.

But I couldn't be attracted. Emily liked him. I couldn't do that to my best friend.

Aaron raised an eyebrow. He squeezed my waist to snap me out of my trance. I jumped a little, and I glared at him. "Stop doing that." I subtly pouted, a habit I always had and hated at the moment.

He let out a very seductive chuckle, leaning close to me. "Then dance, L/N. Grind that body on me again." Aaron's voice was utterly electrifying. So authoritative and gently alluring.

I felt a shiver shot down my spine to my cunt, and I had to shut my thighs together. My body began to sway again, but not much of the friction I emitted minutes ago.

It was so awkward. So fucking awkward that I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. Aaron made me tense. Us being breathlessly close made my body stiff.

And then the music began to switch, the fade of the last song filled with hundred beats that synced with my heart.

I raised my head to listen to the song in awe. I could feel my blood pump ten times faster. "Oh my gosh!" I looked at Aaron with sparkly eyes. "I love this song!" I exclaimed, and as soon as the beat dropped, my body took over.

I was jumping, swaying, tracing my own body. I did that. I always always loved feeling myself in a way that was both appropriate in public and lustrous enough to satisfy my building desire.

Lights flashed, flickering neon colors. I wrapped an arm on Aaron—not caring that he was my boss anymore—and ground my body, whipping my head as my other arm pumped up.

I was biting my bottom lip. And then I felt Aaron hold my raised hand and turn me around without his other hand leaving my waist.

Aaron's hold went lower, now aligned under the small of my back, getting a little feel of my ass cheeks. His grip got tighter when I ran my palms on his chest down. "You know that's a dangerous game you're playing, L/N." He whispered close. His breath was ragged, probably from dancing.

I laughed hysterically, "Dangerous? Well, isn't that your forte," I fluttered my lashes as I looked up at him. "Hotchner?" I challenged, giving an emphasis to his last name.

Tongue pushed the inner side of his cheek. Lips were slightly parted as he looked at me amusedly. I stumbled when he pulled me closer, eyes widened when I felt something hard poke just above where my abdomen.

Was I dreaming? What type of fuckery was this?

Aaron trailed his hand to my back and down to my ass, giving it a tight squeeze. My face heated up, no doubt turning red. My throat felt blocked, a lump forming quickly inside.

The song finished, transitioning to another. I was more than happy to push away, but Aaron never gave me the chance to. "I said just one dance." I pointed out, struggling to get out of his grip.

"Oh, but we're playing a game now." Aaron rubbed circles on my ass, and all I could think was how his huge handprint would look good tattooed on my skin.

He pulled me tighter. Now I was certain that it was a bulge that I had felt earlier as it pressed on my body. I gulped at the throb of my now wetting cunt.

I opened my mouth, blinking at the difficulty of my situation. "I-I can't." I stammered, panicking about how to get out of his touch without crumbling and hoping that Emily hadn't seen us.

His eyebrows narrowed, jaw clenching. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the dancing sea to a more quiet part of the club.

Aaron led us into the alleyway behind the building, and stopped next to the huge trash bin. I was like a lasso flicked once when he made me turn to face him. His hand still gripped my thin boned wrist, and it felt like it would snap any moment.

"Why the hell not?" Aaron growled. Such tension vibrated down my wet folds. He was heaving, eyes roaming up and down my body.

I still wore my work clothes, except I didn't have my blazer and just left my white buttoned-up long-sleeved shirt with a few buttons off.

I bit my lower lip, looking straight on his chest to avoid his blazing eyes. It felt like I was to melt. "Stop it." My eyes went back up on him.

My brows now creased. Stop what? I wasn't doing anything. I kept my words silent. This man is delusional. I swore to every psych test we had to take.

As if I was thinking out loud, Aaron cupped my chin, and the base of his wrist wrapped around my neck. "Stop that." He demanded, pulping my cheeks together and my bitten bottom lip set free.

I was blinking hard, trying to process the tension inside of me that swiftly craved for him and more of his throat lumping touch.

"You didn't answer me, L/N. I'm still waiting."

My chest heaved, and I only looked at him, his dark, messy hair that made my cunt drool. I only noticed the silver chain on his neck that looked so tempting to brush over my skin while he feasted on my breasts.

I knew Aaron knew how my mind ran, and I wanted him to. I wanted him to know how tempted I was to get him to use me as his little toy for the rest of the night. But I wasn't allowed to drill first.

I didn't realize how hard my free hand was gripping the arm he stretched to squeeze my pipe or when I did that, but I saw how his eyes darkened.

So quick. It was so quick I didn't have time to react. Aaron pulled my face up to meet him. Our lips crashed, following the beat that pounded inside the wall that grazed my back.

His kisses were rough, searing, yet caressed. I moaned when he let go of my wrist and gripped my waist.

It only encouraged him more, trailing down my jaw and under my ear. "Hotch," I rasped, and I was irritated when he pulled away. My mouth flung open, "Why'd you stop?" I entreated breathlessly.

As if my uncoordinated gasps weren't enough proof of lack of air in my lungs, Aaron knocked my breath away by swooping me off the ground.

He connected our lips again, craving for more as he walked us to his SUV. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep him as close as possible.

My legs dangled over his grip, toes curling inside my shoes. I loved how he tasted. How bitter yet so sweet his lips tasted.

Aaron opened the door to the backseat, setting me down carefully. Although the gentleness subsided quickly, he pinned me on the door across, making my back arch from the uneven surface.

"Fuck, you looked so hot." He went down on my jaw again, fiddling with my buttons until it was all unhooked. Aaron paused, eyes filled with adoration as he moved back to get a look at me. He bit his lower lip in hunger, shaking his head with a grin. "You look so much hotter now." He exclaimed and feasted on me again.

I tilted my head to give him more access to my neck. The sting of sucked blood left remarkable hues on my skin. "On top of me," He rasped, lifting me up by the waist in one grip.

I did as I was told, straddling his hips. His face now aligned with my breasts, my bra not so useful as it let my mountains spill, which Aaron didn't seem to mind.

He dove into the middle of my cleavage, licking it with a searing tongue. Biting, nibbling, sucking, he adored me with so much lust. Like my fantasy, his necklace brushed on my skin with cold tickles.

Below my waist was a lot more intimate, a hand squeezing and supporting my ass, and the other snaked up under my pencil skirt, giving my cunt the attention it craved. I yelped at the coldness I felt from one of his fingers, I didn't even know he wore rings for fun, nor did I see what color it was.

I moaned aloud when he began to circle my clit, throwing my head back in pleasure. My hands, contrary, unbuttoned his shirt with no problem. And when I reached his waistline, I unbuckled his belt with eagerness.

Aaron pinned me down on his suffocated bulge. He maneuvered to pull down his dress pants and boxers. His cock sprung free, the tip kissing the thin fabric on my wet cunt.

"Hotch," I moaned, asking for more friction. I needed him inside of me. I wouldn't last any longer. I wanted him to break me.

He hummed on my collarbone, the vibrations spreading all over my body, throbbing my cunt to more wetness I've ever felt.

My eyes shut tight when he set my underwear aside and pushed his tip in. "No one can find out," I whispered. My lips parted as vapor of searing air escaped me.

Aaron groaned in pleasure as he inched deeper, my walls tightening around his throbbing cock. It was so good. He felt so good inside of me.

"Oh, I do love the thrill," He said lovingly. "Don't worry. I'll keep it to myself as long as you're just mine."

My hips jolted, and I moaned at his promise. Aaron kissed my jaw gently, "They'll never know I'm the reason you won't be walking properly to work tomorrow." He mumbled with heat.

He placed a kiss on my lips, "No one would know who gave you all these brands." Aaron looked at me, wrapping a hand on my neck with the finger that had a ring, the cold causing a vein of mine to tremble. "As long as you promise only to be mine, I'll keep my word." He added and let go of my neck to give me attention elsewhere.

I heaved, "Move. Fast. Break me, please." I begged in broken words. My lips quivered in so much need.

Then he snapped. He pounded on me relentlessly, pupils dilated, eyes raven-ly dark. He pressed our bodies closer, the heat burning my skin in such pleasure.

"Mmm," I hummed breathlessly. I was digging my nails down his muscular biceps. He was so good. "Faster, Aaron." His name slipped out of my lips.

It seemed to fuel his lust even more as he thrust a lot faster than what I asked, but exactly what I needed. "Fuck, I'm not going to last longer with you feeling this good around my cock." Aaron growled, biting on my skin to emit a loud cry from me.

And he got what he wanted. I screamed his name, each clashing of our hips. My hands deeply tangled with his dark hair. He filled me to the hilt, filled my hunger so well.

I felt my high approach. I knew he felt it, too, by the way he mumbled my name like a prayer. I tugged his hair for his head to pull away from my hued skin and smashed our lips to heighten the intimacy I've felt.

Not long when my body tightened even more, "I'm going to cum—fuck," I shuddered, pulling on his roots even harder.

"Cum for me then, Y/N. Do it." Aaron rested his forehead on mine, watching how his cock disappeared in me.

His words were sacred, like a rule I was set to abide by. I crumbled in a pleasurable cry for his name. Hammered down my zenith as my essence spilled all over him.

"Fuck—" Aaron groaned, burying his face in my nook. I felt his thrusts turn sappy, cock twitched inside of me in such painful stimulation. He came in me with a cunt throbbing growl.

We stayed in the same position, panting. Only then did I notice the fog that masked the windows.

I looked at his blissed face. I didn't know when he started to adore me. I didn't care whether the alcohol was the only proof of his feelings for me, either. It was the most amazing minutes of my life. I wasn't willing to change any of it.

And speaking of care. Hell to Emily —bless her heart and our friendship— but I'd love to own the man who fucked me this good.

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[yellow-berrys]

honey | sirius black x reader

summary: you and sirius black are pining over each other. the story of it.

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SPINNING IN THE SWIRLS OF PEONY DRESSES AND SILK GOWNS, you revel as you dance. Not perfectly, but joyfully. The way you twirl is a little messy, whilst the punch hasn’t been spiked you still feel endlessly happy. You’re tossed from one person to another in a fast-paced rhythm, from the pretty Queen of Hufflepuff to a boy you’ve never seen before to James Potter to Lucius Malfoy. 

“Hi, Y/n!” Lily cries over the music, “Having fun?”

You grin, dizzying yourself under her arm. “Lots! How are you?”

“I’m amazing! This is wonderful!”

You don’t have time to reply before she’s swung away into a stranger’s arms and you look up with curiosity to see grey eyes grinning furiously at you. 

You return the smile, “Hey Sirius!”

He’s beautiful in this glossy gold lighting, light curving out his high cheekbones, lips curved a little in greeting. His eyes are a shade of warm grey in this room compared to their usual metal. But you can’t give yourself away, so you’ll look anywhere but his face, scolding yourself for being so obvious. After all, there’s a reason he didn’t ask you to the dance. 

“Hey,” he says, maybe a little out of breath. “Hey,” he repeats. 

You shake your head, feet tapping at the floor, “You OK?” 

“I’m fine!” He says loudly over the song, “Better than ever really,” is hidden by the loud beat of the music.

You feel satisfied in your dreamy dress with a lovely smile growing at your lips. You miss what he says next whilst wishing this would be forever.

“Pardon?” You ask.

“Huh?”

“You said something’s beautiful. My dress is rather nice, isn’t it?” 

“Gorgeous,” he flatters you and you chuckle. 

“Just pulling your leg. No need to sweet-talk me,” you smile up at him as you're transferred into the arms of a Ravenclaw. 

And he’s left blushing away, the girl who has replaced you thinking she’s the one who makes him flustered. You think she probably has, and wink at her. You turn to your partner.

“No date, L/n?” he sneers and you raise your eyebrows mid dance. 

“I don’t think that’s your business, Corey.”

“You look very pathetic,” he grins maliciously, “Dressing up just for no one to admire.”

“What about you, Corey? Who’s your date?”

“Heron Bridger.”

“You mean the same Heron who’s currently...snogging Severus? Gee, she’d really rather be with Snape than you!”

“Just you wait, I will...”

But he’s yanked by a stranger to their dance, and you meet eyes with Jane Pickett.

“Honestly,” she says, “I can’t even imagine dressing up.”

You’re silent. 

“I would come in converse and leggings if I could,” she drawls out, “I would still get asked out, unlike you,” she sneered. 

Your good mood was starting to fade. A girl from the girls, who were usually so supportive and comforting, was criticising you. It must’ve meant you actually had problems.

“That dress doesn’t even sit right on you.” 

And as the song ends just like the last strands of hope that maybe someone will call you gorgeous, you slip out of the Great Hall so subtly, your footsteps adjacent with the ringing of the 10 o’clock bells for bedtime.

Back in your dorm room, it’s quiet and empty. You climb into the shower and wash your hair and chuck your dress into the laundry, watching it spin. You pull on comfortable pyjamas and sigh, looking into the mirror. 

“I shouldn’t be overreacting,” you hiss to no one in particular, “Am I really that insecure?”

You settle down next to the fire crackling. The heat feels unbearable. 

“Heavens. I am pathetic.”

Suddenly; a voice. “Wonderful self affirmation practices you’ve got going on there, sweetheart. Can I come in?”

You let out a muffled noise of affirmation. Sirius saunters in. 

You don’t know whether his air of cologne and confidence will be any good for your poor heart, but when he grins at you with words of “Want a hug?” you want to sob all over again. 

You crawl into his lap, and he pulls his arms over you. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear as you cry. Things that make you laugh, too, because he knows how to cheer you up. 

“And Lily was about to take off her massive earrings to throw hands at Corey.”

“Really?”

“No. Those huge things cost money.”

You let out a wet giggle. 

“What did he say to you?”

“Just a load about how I had no one to admire me and so I was pathetic. And that no one wanted to ask me out.”

“That’s not true.”

You raised your eyebrows, “It is, Sirius, but it hurt.”

“It’s not true,” he affirms, “I can think of at least one guy who wanted to ask you out.”

“Well, they didn’t, that’s what matters,” you frown, “It’s okay, Sirius, I’m fine. I don’t need a man to admire me.”

“I know you don’t need a man, sweet thing, men need you.”

You snort. “Please, men evade me like bees to...not honey.”

He laughs and he sounds beautiful when he does it. It makes you hate yourself even more. Nothing you could ever do would be as pretty as him. As you look up to him and smile back, he looks a little out of his depth.

You didn’t know what comes over you, but you regret saying, “You’re beautiful, you know?”

“Oh?” his eyes widen and his cheeks tinge pink, “No one’s ever really told me that before.”

“Mm?”

“Yeah. They always say I’m hot or cute or handsome, but never beautiful.” 

“Well you deserve to be called beautiful.”

“Tell me more about it?”

You inch closer to him, reaching a hand out to brush his raven hair out of his eyes. 

“I like your hair. I like the way that your eyes go from grey to blue in sunlight and how they are so warm now.”

“Oh?” Sirius smirks at you now.

“Yeah, and I like how your nose slants so delicately. And your eyelashes are so long,” you run a finger over them and he closes his eyes.

“It sounds like you must like me a lot.” You ignore him.

“I like how you always are so sweet to everyone, including me. I like how your cold front melts into honey. Now someone’s told you it.”

He opens his mouth, then clamps it shut. “Sounds like someone has a little crush,” he finally says. 

“I don’t,” you smile. 

“Mm? Really?”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re ugly.”

“...”

“Thought we were just lying now.”

And now he’s got you all flustered, as you shake your head and get up, leaving the room with a soft “we’re done”. 

“This is your room!” he calls. 

“I know!” you yell back. 

---

Winter has passed and spring arrives to Hogwarts now, the snows fleeting away from sight and blue skies and sunny eyes replacing foggy weather. It’s a joy to behold, and the Black Lake shimmers with cerulean. 

Somehow the Marauders have convinced everyone else that a giant squid lives under the water, and that they are the only brave ones that might dare to swim with it. 

“Can we go down to the lake?” Lily asks as you both come out of a dreary Potions lesson, “Slughorn was dreadful.”

“Sure,” you smirk, “Let’s attribute the sudden need to go to the lake with Slughorn and not James Potter.”

She blushes, “For the last time, I don’t like Potter!”

“Let’s just skip the chance to see him shirtless, then, hey?” you nudge her and laugh, heading to the lake all the same. 

Remus lounges underneath a big shady tree, reading a book, as Sirius, James and Peter splash around carelessly. As James sees Lily, he gathers himself, walking out of the water very smoothly. Lily turns bright red and squeaks to you, “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.”

You grin at her, opening up your Arithmancy Advanced homework booklet as you sit down on a bench with a pen, “Sure, sure.”

Sirius meets Remus’ eye, which turns towards you. He wades out of the water carefully. He realises he’s going to need to do more as you don’t even glance at him, choosing to be entirely absorbed in your homework. 

“Moony, what do I do?” he whispers and Remus shrugs, “I dunno, catch her attention?”

Sirius calls your voice softly and you turn your head to him, eyes still on the paper and scrawling away. 

“Can you help me with one of the questions?” Sirius asks as he dries himself off with a towel, “Well, a few.” 

Your eyes snap to him, and widen as you see that not only James is shirtless, but he is too. You avert your gaze. He’s very pretty like this, skin backlit by the afternoon sun, muscles lovely and defined. He looks so sweet right now and you just wish he would be sweet on you. You must be exploiting his good looks. 

“Sure. First put on a shirt please,” you smile politely at him.

“Nah, I’m more comfortable like this,” he snarks. 

You couldn’t argue with that, and so you shifted a little to let him sit down. He’s warm with exercise and sits close to you. You shift away, red with the fact that he is so, so, close. 

He frowns, and gives you a little space. But as he sees your blushing face, he smirks. 

“So,” he locks eyes with you intensely, and you’re the one who looks away first, “Question 3?”

“Right. Do you understand the basic concepts of…”

Sirius is a wonderful student, easy on the eyes, but also highly intelligent, even in his banter. 

You can’t pick up on it, but he borderline dotes on you. “You’re such a nerd, you know that?” he says adoringly. 

“I do, in fact. Now can you tell me, what’s the next part to this question? We’re on Question 5.”

“Not sure. I’m ‘fraid you’re going to have to explain it to me.”

Your eyes flit to his as if to say again?

“Again,” he confirms sweetly and you pull out your notes again without complaining. You don’t know if Sirius is playing along or not, but he’s so lovely you don’t say anything. 

Sirius’ handwriting is unsteady as he writes his own answers. “Homeostasis,” he says grimly as he notices that you notice and you laugh. 

“You’re being weird,” you say, “Are you okay?”

“Well not particularly, homogeneous equations are not serotonin-inducing.”

You laugh and turn your gaze towards Lily, who is walking back towards you. She looks very happy and very in love, so you scoop up all your homework and smile at Sirius. 

“I’ve got to go. Return the pen to me in class, won’t you?” you speak and scurry off.

He watches your receding figure like he’s lost something. Remus chuckles from behind him, “C’mon loverboy, you can catch her later. Let’s go. Prongs? Wormtail?”

“Comin’!”

“So then he said to me, ‘Merlin, you’re beautiful.’ Beautiful- not pretty or hot or cute, beautiful!” Lily gushes to you and you grin, yawning as you finish your Transfiguration homework. 

“Tell me more, then?”

She squeals. 

–

One thing about Sirius Black was that he was never one to give up, nor one to know when to either. So he persisted, even though there was nothing to persist for. You were already more than his. But when you came sniffling to Lily, sobbing about something, he felt something genuine, more genuine than he had ever felt for anybody before. 

“Lily, they mark so inconsistently,” you cried, “I worked so hard on this and I only got 90%! What sort of utter absurdity is this!?”

“Why don’t you take a nice relaxing shower and we’ll have a girls’ night, eh?” Lily smiled tenderly at you. 

“The first part is okay,” you sighed, “But all I want is to mope.”

Lily grins suddenly, “Okay, you do that.” 

You hear murmuring as you finish up your shower feeling much more relaxed. 

Then, there isn’t a sisterly presence in the room but one that is very familiar.

“Deja vu, isn’t it?” he strides in confidently. 

You sigh, “I’m sorry, you really don’t need to be here. I know Lils conscripted you but even I know that it’s terribly unpleasant to deal with a grieving girl.”

“Not if it’s you, love,” he says so genuinely. 

“Stop, Sirius,” you whispered softly. 

“Stop what?” he looked at you worriedly.

“Stop being so nice to me,” you tear up, “You can’t be serious about it.”

“Oh darling–”

“And stop calling me that,” you mumble, “It’s making me feel worse.”

“I can’t help it, they slip through.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, I’m a mess right now.” 

“Hey, gorgeous, it’s okay.” 

He lingers awkwardly. 

“You can sit,” you pat a spot next to you.

“Thanks,” he says as the bed dips, “I really do enjoy soft things, but I was sinking in your floor.”

You laugh.

He just stares inquisitively at you- perhaps a little different to the way you’ve noticed him glance at anybody before. You stare at him back, imitating the intensity of the looks he always gave you, and everyone else too. He turns really, really red. All Sirius wants is to hold you, you look so soft right now. 

You both talk for a little bit, and he’s charming. He’s very smooth and half of his remarks either sound too flirtatious or too genuine. It’s hard to tell with him. 

You glance at the clock ticking away.

“It’s getting late,” you start, “You should probably turn in for the night.”

Sirius is beaming at you, but never stops, “Mm?”

“I don’t know about you but I feel awful when I don’t get enough sleep.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. You can stay here if you want, but if I drift off or Lily comes in snogging James, it isn’t my problem.”

“Okay. Did you hear about how the…”

Your eyelids begin to flutter shut, the day’s troubles forgotten as you fall asleep. 

After he’s sure that you’re sleeping, Sirius smiles softly, heaping the covers over your body and shutting off the lights. 

He leaves soon enough, and is met with a grateful Lily, who pats him on the back and hands him a chocolate frog. He unwraps it quickly and groans. 

“Awh, Dumbledore again!?”

--

“So Sirius flies down to the third gauge of the pitch, allowing Finlay to break free from opp. Marlene you trick your way into second, and Keys, you’re going to be hovering just before left hoop.”

“That’s Set 8. I’ll hold up fingers to indicate which one. We need to randomise them. Everyone got it?”

Murmurs of “Got it,” echo around the room. 

“Training dismissed. Thanks team, see you Friday on the pitch for training.”

Sirius waits for James as he shoves water bottles, red tape, blue tape, green tape, sunscreen into his kit bag. He lugs his own bag over his shoulder, nodding to Madam Hooch as she locks up the pitch. In the distance, he can hear two female voices.

“Ladies,” Hooch calls, “It’s past 11.”

“Sorry ma’am,” he hears your voice, “We were studying at the library. It ran over time.”

“Of course. Run along, wouldn’t want a prefect to find you.”

Snickering. 

“Girls?”

“Right, sorry ma’am,” your voice again, “We’re on our way.”

James gives Sirius a pointed look. Sirius scowls back. 

“Potter, Black, you too.”

“Potter?” you tease Lily, loud enough to be heard.

“Shut up, stupid,” Lily nudges you and you giggle. 

“Thank merlin that I took a shower. Do I look alright, mate?” James offers Sirius the question.

“I can’t see anything, Prongs.”

“Imagine.”

Sirius makes a retching noise and James flips him off. “You’re insufferable.”

“Hey, you’re picking up on her vocab too!” 

“Evans!” he jogs towards her and seeing her books clutched in her hand he offers his arm, “May I?”

You know when you’re not welcome in a situation and are chatting Madam Hooch’s ear off.

“And I told him, I’m no Quidditch player-”

“Oh really,” Hooch jokes, “Who would’ve thought?”

“Ma’am, have you seen these guns?”

“Says the Cannons supporter.”

“What, you go for, what, the Appleby Apples?”

“Arrows.”

“Appleby.”

“You’re infuriating, but you’re cute,” Hooch smiles coyly.

“Gee, thanks ma’am, you think I can pop in for a cookie next time? I heard yours are real good.”

“‘Course. Now goodnight.”

“Night!”

You walk fast through the castle. It’s cold, daunting and very dark. With the steep light of your wand and the candles from the Great Hall, it’s eerie, even. You shiver and quicken your pace, pulling your jumper closer to your body. 

“Hey sweet thing, you okay?” Sirius saunters to you and you wrinkle your nose at him. Darn him, he has long legs. And a whole quidditch bag full of heavy things he can use as his arsenal. And his hair is pulled back into a bun, strands falling out of place, quidditch jumper on. He looks very soft gazing at you like this, brows furrowed in concern. 

“It’s a treacherous world out there,” you smile. 

He smiles back, very comfortingly, “It is, isn’t it? If I didn’t have this bag of spiky beater equipment I’d be knocking on Minnie’s door. I’ll take your books. And be your personal bodyguard.”

“Thanks Sirius.”

“Anything for you.”

To his surprise, you slip a hand through his arm and curl it around his bicep. He’s a goner, he’s crimson but he’s lucky you don’t seem to notice. “You dote on all your girls?”

He just smiles to himself, shaking his head, “I don’t have as many ‘girls’ as you think.” 

“That means you dote on all of them,” you grin.

“I only have one.”

“Oh? You’ve settled?” You removed your hand so as to not cause trouble. 

“Not yet,” he says as you reach the common room and climb in,“C’ya beautiful!” He walks away to the Gryffindor quidditch team’s bathroom. 

You sit flusteredly down at a table, even though Sirius hasn’t done anything in particular, covering your warm face with your hands. 

–

Very few plates are clinking and no cutlery is being dropped onto the table with a dull thud at breakfast, given it is early. You slide in next to Dorcas at the Slytherin table. “Morning!” you greet as she gives you a smile. 

“Where’s everyone else?” you ask, and before she can answer you smirk, “Oh I forgot, it’s 6am and only the young rise so late!” 

You both beam at each other and giggle. 

“What’s got you looking very fine in a princess dress?” you ask Dorcas and she grins. 

“Marlene’s taking me out tonight. Wanna do my hair later?”

“Obviously. After prefect duty.”

“You got it, boss.”

You clatter down your cutlery, contemplating Sirius Black. Knocking on the door, you shake your head. Boys are just boys. You shouldn’t think about them.

“Deep in thought, sweetie?” Pomfrey bustles as she tends to patients. 

“Hi ma’am!” You jolt out of your thoughts and quickly tie on an apron, “What’s it today? Hey Charlie!”

Charlie waves at you, busy with making sandwiches, “Sleep well?”

“Yup, you?”

“Excellent.”

Pomfrey handed you some ointment, “Show Charlotte Cooper how to put this on, will you? She’s got a burn. Black, don’t you dare move! You’re troubling me enough!” 

You swivel around and meet eyes with Sirius. He’s got the tiniest cut on his face, just grazing his temple, and is clutching a bruise on his hand. 

“Bludger clipped me,” he laments. 

“Tough one,” Charlie sympathises, “Mate, you gotta try this topical cream for those cuts, I always use them for when the bludger isn’t treating me well.”

“Really, bro, I don’t usually fraternise with the enemy,” you scoff as you help a first-year lay on a thick layer of ointment, “But yeah sure mate.”

“Here, let me get it for you.” Charlie digs around in his pocket and pulls out a tiny little jar, “Catch, dude.”

“Thanks my guy. Love you.”

“Is this how they act all the time?” The first-year whispers to you. 

You laugh, “Lottie, this is just guys.”

“Are they in love?”

“Very much so.”

“Are you jelly?” 

“How could I be?”

“You like Siri!”

“I do not, Lottie.”

“Charles!” Pomfrey yells, “You’re distracting my patient. Make your sandwiches! Oh my Merlin, Zabini!”

Noel Zabini was on fire as he yelped. “The charm hasn’t worn off yet!” 

Pomfrey points at you whilst frantically putting out the fire, “Patch him up!”

Charlotte giggles, “Ooooh…”

You clamp her mouth shut before she starts singing, washing your hands. You size Sirius up whilst drying them. He laughs heartily. 

“Now don’t patronise the poor girl or I’ll make Charles do it.”

Sirius shuts up. You dip a cotton swab into iodine solution, turning to him. He’s quite tall, not Remus tall but still quite a height away from you. 

“Please take a seat,” you smile at him.

He shakes his head. 

“Take a seat, mate, it shows off your eyes,” Charlie calls as he washes up plates. 

Sirius sits, “Mate, I’d totally marry you.”

“Pfft, dude, I would too but have you seen my girlfriend? She’s to die for.”

“True. I mean, I don’t mean your girlfriend, but uh-”

“Oh my gosh, be quiet,” you shut his mouth for him, “Now stay still, ‘kay?”

You dab carefully at his cut. “Good news, it’s clotting and it’ll probably heal in 3 days. I’ll put a bandaid on it and it’s all good.”

Madam Pomfrey gives you an amused look as he looks up at you from where he sits. 

“It’ll heal better if it gets kissed.”

You snicker, “You’re right. Charlie?”

“Not him,” Sirius grimaced.

“I may truly adore Sirius but I refuse.” 

You smile, “Then, you’ll have to go without, Sirius. Knuckles now.”

He pushes his hand out and you inspect them and wince. “That must hurt.”

You dab a little soothing cream on them and band aid them up. Then you hand him a mirror. He’s got a nice invisible bandaid on his face and princess ones on his knuckles. 

“At least you could’ve gotten me the horse from Tangled.”

“You’re all good to go, Sirius.”

“No pain meds?”

You sigh, “Nope, now off you go.”

“Thanks, lovely girl.”

You’re already onto patching Lucius Malfoy up, as a concerned Narcissa sits by.

“He’s going to be okay, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? He copped a pretty big knock.”

“I’ll clean up his wounds and we’ll see what we can do about that concussion, okay?”

–

“Thanks for the rounds, Charlie,” you part ways with him on the way to your common rooms.

“Charlie!” His girlfriend calls, “Hey babe!” she says to you. 

“Hey Val!”

After exchanging some friendly words, you scramble to find Dorcas, Marlene, Lily, James, Remus, Remus’ friend Gertrude, Peter, Mary, Alice, Frank, Sirius crammed into your dorm room, bustling and getting ready for Hogsmeade. 

“Oh thank Merlin.” A curling iron is handed to you. 

“What do we need this for?” 

James gestures to Lily. 

“Okay.”

You quickly curl Lily’s hair for her, straighten Marlene’s, twist Dorcas’ braids into a ponytail with a white ribbon, braid Alice’s hair, help Gertrude pick out a dress and put faux freckles on Mary plus choose a lipstick shade for her. Then you straighten James’ hair, laugh for a good ten minutes and curl it back because there’s nothing like a traumatised Lily Evans. 

You finally sit down and-

“My cut hurts, gorgeous,” Sirius mutters to you. 

You rub your eyes, “Okay.”

“Please?”

You don’t act as though you’ve given in, but you kiss his temple very lightly. 

“Happy?”

Sirius shakes his head stubbornly, pushing out his knuckles. You kiss them too. He’s suddenly overcome with affection for you and surges forward, wrapping his arms around you. He’s warm and kind and smells nice too. The jumper he’s wearing is soft. 

“You really didn’t have to,” he mutters into your hair, “But thank you, love.”

“What’s got you so soft?” You grin at him. 

“Yeah, what’s got you so soft?” James calls.

“Oh come on boys, let’s go to Hogsmeade!” Lily links arms with you and pulls you up. In the flurry that follows you don’t have enough time to put your coat back on. 

“Well darn aren’t you cold?” Lily asks as you shiver. 

“Yeah, forgot to bring a jumper,” you frown, “It’s okay, I’ve been meaning to get a new sweater anyway.” Lily gives a very intentional glance towards Sirius, who is currently laughing with Mary. 

He sobers up, making an “i’m in trouble” face at Mary. 

“Are you sure?” Lily says loudly, “I mean it’s really cold and you haven’t got anything on. I’m sure one of us could give you a layer. Here,” she shrugs out of her jacket, and glares at Sirius. 

Sirius intervenes, “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Lily, you keep that on.”

He places his jacket on your shoulders, takes off his scarf and drapes it around your neck. 

“There. Perfect.” He looks at you right in your eyes. You blink.

“Thanks, Sirius.”

“Let’s go to The Three Broomsticks!” James shouts. 

The bell tinkles as you enter. The group sits down, bustling with joy. 

“12 Butterbeers please, ma’am,” James orders as you lean into Lily, chatting merrily with her, stealing glances at Sirius, who never seems to return them. 

But when things between Lily and James become very romantic, you turn to Sirius, who’s next to James, Butterbeer untouched.

“You okay there?” 

He smiles, “Yeah.”

“Well what are you thinking about?”

“How screwed I am.”

“For what?” 

“Can you come with me?” 

He’s urgent in his tone and you immediately pop up. You’re about to dig into your pockets to find your wallet but he stops you. “No need.” He puts three galleons on the table. 

The wind bites at your face outside, and you question the need for such a location to talk. It’s cold and the wind blows at your face at an ungodly angle and you know you look absurd in a jacket falling past your thighs, scarf oversized too but wrapped too many times around your neck and hair. Snow falls onto your eyelashes. It’s all a magnificent juxtaposition to Sirius, warmly smiling at you, grey eyes a shade more gold. 

“I swear if you brought me out here in the freezing cold just to tell me that the earth is round I will personally-”

“Please tell me you like me like I like you. Everyone else says you do but I don’t know,” he rambles. 

“How’d you like me?”

“More than anyone and differently to everyone.”

“You like me?”

He nods slowly. He’s huddled with you under blinding snow, his back intentionally shielding you from the direction of the harsh sleet and hands on the sides of your hips. 

You reach your arms to hang clumsily around his neck. He swallows. 

“Do you reciprocate my feelings?” he asks tenderly. 

You laugh lightly. “You really would think that I don’t?” You tippytoe, barely reaching his lips. You see a little uncertainty flicker in his eyes. You soften, relaxing. “Of course I do.” You nestle your head in the crook of his neck. There’s a gentle fragrance you find there. Maybe it could be your boyfriend’s cologne. “Can we be dating then?” you glance hopefully at him. 

A look of shock escapes onto his face, “You want to be dating me?”

“Please?” 

“Oh sweetheart, of course we can be.”

“So will you be my boyfriend?”

A sweet smile found its way onto Sirius’ lips. “Yeah. That would be nice.”

“I’ve been meaning to go to Brook’s. Will you come with me?” Brook’s was a lovely girly spot with clothes and beverages and books and sometimes other girls you could talk to. 

Sirius stares off for a bit. No one’s ever asked him to accompany them to Brook’s, as simple as it sounds and there’s a pang of fondness for you. It’s said so undemandingly too.

“I know it’s a lot of pink and frills and stuff, so it’s okay-”

“I’ll go. I don’t mind girly.” 

You beam at him, “Really?”

“I’d go anywhere for you, sweet thing.”

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[swan-of-sunrise]

His Girl Friday

Summary: At Tony Stark's forty-fourth birthday party, the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist and his longtime personal assistant finally address what's remained unspoken but secretly acknowledged between them for many, many years.

Pairings: Tony Stark X F!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first time writing a Tony-centric fic and I had a lot of fun with it, so thank you for reading and I hope you all enjoy!

His Girl Friday May 29th, 2014 Avengers Tower, New York City (Fanfiction Masterlist)

Being employed as Anthony Edward Stark’s personal assistant was a challenging and often times perilous job, and that was before he’d announced himself to the world as Iron Man. But (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was no ordinary personal assistant; she stood by the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist when he vowed to stop producing weapons at Stark Industries after being imprisoned by terrorists for three long months, she stuck with him when his secret illness and subsequent erratic behavior drove nearly everyone else away, and she flat-out refused to believe he’d been killed at the hands of the Mandarin. It was evident that Tony Stark was the closest thing she had to a best friend. Lately, however, she’d begun to notice a significant shift in her feelings towards her employer, feelings that definitely went beyond friendship and feelings that she suspected he was feeling as well; she tried her best to keep them at bay, fearful of ruining such a meaningful friendship and throwing away the only job she’d ever truly enjoyed on a baseless suspicion, and thankfully, there were always plenty of distractions to keep herself preoccupied with in her unique line of work.

From her place at the back of the room, (Y/N) scanned over the enormous checklist in her hands to see if she’d missed anything important; the guests were chatting, dancing and taking full advantage of the open bar while the DJ was playing all of Tony’s favorite songs in honor of his forty-forth birthday. All in all, not one of the worst birthday parties I’ve ever planned for him, she thought to herself, a reluctant smile playing on her lips as she recalled the disastrous thirty-ninth birthday party that resulted in the Malibu mansion’s near destruction at the hands of Tony and Rhodey. That particular birthday party was the reason why she’d initially been a little nervous at the prospect of the Avengers attending the soiree, but it only took a brief glance around the bustling common room to see that they were the perfect guests; Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson played pool with Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, while Bruce Banner hovered near the back of the enamored crowd of people that surrounded a slightly-inebriated Thor and listened to his enthusiastic re-tellings of the adventures he’d had on Asgard. Pepper and Dr. Helen Cho were seated at the bar and chatted over glasses of Chardonnay while Happy was hyper-focused on his phone, no doubt catching up on an episode of Downton Abbey. With an inward chuckle, the personal assistant returned her attention to her lengthy list of tasks as the classic rock music continued to play.

“Hey beautiful, how ‘bout a dance?”

“Sorry, but I’m worki-” (Y/N) looked up to see Tony Stark himself standing before her, looking as handsome as ever in his expertly tailored black tuxedo and flashing her his signature grin that never failed to make her heart skip a beat. “Hey, you. How’re you enjoying your birthday party?”

Tony tucked his hands into his pockets and shrugged noncommittally. “It’s one of your better-executed extravaganzas, I will say, but it would absolutely skyrocket to the top if I could spend the rest of the evening with my favorite personal assistant.”

(Y/N) arched a skeptical eyebrow. “Tony, I’m your only personal assistant.”

“Exactly, which meant you get the title by default. Yay you!” The billionaire gave her a small applause and she simply heaved an exasperated but fond sigh at his typical theatrics. “C’mon, Girl Friday, you’ve been working your ass off all night and the Birthday Boy says that you should take a well-deserved break.” As his trademark smirk softened into a gentle smile, Tony took his hand out of his pocket and offered it to her in a clear invitation to join him. “Please?”

Although her heart was screaming at her to take his hand and allow him to whisk her into an evening of laughter and coy flirtations, the rational part of her knew that she had a job to complete and that anything more than a friendly conversation could jeopardize their platonic relationship. Masking her disappointment with a shrug and apologetic smile, (Y/N) shook her head and held up her checklist for him to see. “I’m sorry, Tony, but I still have so much to do; I’ve gotta do another check-in with Maria and the security team downstairs, make sure that the pastry chef brings out the cake on time, that the waiters serve the guests champagne at the right tempera-Tony!” She exclaimed when Tony’s hand shot out and snatched the checklist out of her grasp. “Anthony Edward Stark, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting rid of an obstacle,” Tony easily replied, holding the checklist above his head and snickering when she unsuccessfully attempted to snatch it back. “Seriously, Girl Friday, just one dance and I’ll let you get back to your boring planning. I’ll even avoid bugging you the rest of the night if it means I can spend a little time with one of my best friends.”

Tony’s rare sincerity softened (Y/N)’s heart, and she felt her resolve crumble as she stared into his gleaming brown eyes. “All right, one dance. Do you ever get tired with always getting your way?”

“Nope!” Tony happily popped the ‘p’ and tucked the checklist into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket before offering her his hand once again, and (Y/N) smiled to herself as the billionaire escorted her to the edge of the dance floor and whisked her into a slow dance to Bon Jovi’s ‘Bed of Roses.’ The warmth of his hand on the curve of her waist combined with the feel of his body brushing up against hers caused her heartbeat to quicken its pace, and she silently prayed that he wouldn’t notice the effect he had on her. “You know, I was being serious before. You’ve truly outdone yourself tonight, (Y/N), and can I just say that you look amazing?” Tony’s eyes briefly glanced down at her red chiffon evening gown and he gave her an appreciative nod. “Mm-hmm, hot-rod red is definitely your color. So, what’s your secret? How is it you can organize and schedule a genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist’s entire life and look drop-dead gorgeous while doing it?”

(Y/N) chuckled in amusement, the skirt of her gown swirling around her legs as he twirled her in a circle. “We all have our own superpowers; you fight aliens and terrorists in a red and gold Nitinol suit, and I oversee the hectic life of the man inside the suit to the best of my abilities.”

“Not sure which is the more dangerous job, to be honest.” Tony smirked, expertly guiding her back into his arms and holding her slightly closer than he had before. “But if I could do that death-glare that you’ve perfected over the years, then that would sure make my job a helluva lot easier and people would think twice before messing with Iron Man.” (Y/N) arched a brow and in response, Tony snickered. “Yep, there’s the death-glare!”

“I hate to burst your bubble, but this death-glare is tailor-made for Tony Stark and Tony Stark alone,” (Y/N) replied with a wry smile, and the billionaire’s grin widened as she looked into his sparkling brown eyes. They danced together in a comfortable yet expectant silence, almost as if one was waiting for the other to speak first, but both remained quiet while the 80’s power ballad continued to play; it wasn’t until she noticed the way he was biting his lower lip – one of the few tell-tale signs that there was something weighing heavy on the billionaire’s mind – that (Y/N) finally mustered her courage to address him. “You got a lot of cool presents this year, not to mention hundreds of thousands of dollars in charitable donations gifted in your name. Not too shabby, huh?”

Tony shrugged and replied, “I’m a sucker for gifts and I’m beyond stoked that we’ve raised so much in donations, but…” His eyes briefly flicked downwards to focus on the fluttering movement of her chiffon skirt, suddenly appearing as anxious as (Y/N) felt. “Can we play a quick round of Hypothetical Hold’em?”

A nostalgic feeling washed over (Y/N) at the mention of their old game. Back in the more impulsive and less responsible days of Tony Stark, it had been an effective form of decision-making created out of the billionaire’s respect for her opinions and general advice; they hadn’t played very many rounds in the years since he announced to the world that he was Iron Man and while she was happy that he’d grown and matured so much over the years, a small part of her missed their little game. “I’m a little rusty but I think I’ve still got it. Shoot.”

“A guy I know, Walter, he’s got just about everything he could possibly want in life, except the only thing he really wants is something he can’t have. You see,” Tony expertly dipped her and her breath hitched at the sudden movement, their eyes connecting as he continued. “There’s this woman – let’s call her Hildy – and he’s been in love with her for a while. And Hildy, she’s goddamn fantastic: smart, kind, funny, gorgeous, the whole enchilada.”

Heart sinking into her stomach, (Y/N) mustered up a small smile to hide her pain while he slowly righted her. “Hildy sounds wonderful. So, what’s stopping this Walter guy from telling her how he feels?”

“A couple of things, actually.” He took a deep breath. “She’s not just one of his best friends, but…you see, she’s also his personal assistant.”

The din of the party faded away as (Y/N)’s eyes widened in shock at the billionaire’s candid words; if not for the seriousness written across Tony’s face and the longing gleam that had formed in his brown eyes while he stared into hers, she would’ve assumed that he was pulling her leg. But she knew him, knew him far better than almost anyone else in the world, and it was clear as day that he was speaking directly from the heart. “…Oh.”

Tony nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a tried and true attempt to hide behind a more lighthearted façade. “She’s taken such good care of him. He was a loose cannon for a long time…still is, in a way, but she’s gotten him through all the tough spots. He’s good friends with some ex-assassins, a super-soldier and a literal god, but she’s the strongest person he’s ever met and the only person he could ever imagine giving his heart to. But as much as he loves her, he’s not willing to roll the dice and risk losing her from his life forever; that’s why he…” Tony cast his gaze downwards and his hand gripped hers tight. “That’s why I never said anything before.”

“So, what changed?” She whispered as she slowly moved the hand that had been resting on his shoulder to press against the spot where his arc reactor once resided, feeling his rapid heartbeat and silently marveling at how perfectly it matched her own.

“Looking across the room and seeing you with your checklist; you’ve planned over a dozen successful birthday parties for me, but that didn’t stop you from treating tonight as if it was the first. It’s one of the thousand ways you show how much you care about me, and that’s what gave me the courage to walk to the back of the room and finally ask you for a dance.”

The booming opening chords of AC/DC’s ‘You Shook Me All Night Long’ filled the room and while more guests took to the dance floor for the lively song, (Y/N) grabbed Tony’s hand and practically dragged him away from the crowd, not stopping until they were tucked away from any prying eyes in Captain Rogers’ nearby office. When she closed the door behind them and turned around, she was met with an apprehensive-looking Tony and her subtle smile grew into an all-out grin as her eyes filled with happy tears. “You love me?”

“I love you,” Tony replied, his voice growing steady and his eyes filling with confidence at her obvious happiness. “C’mon, Girl Friday, you’re killing me here. Do you love me or what?”

Beaming with joy, (Y/N) brought her hands up to cup his face between them and nodded. “You’re such an asshat, but I love you with all my heart.” Tony’s grin grew to match her own and he leaned forward to kiss her, but was halted by her fingers covering his eager lips. “And in the spirit of covering both our asses, I’d like to take this moment to formally tenure my resignation, Mr. Stark.”

“Duly noted, Miss (Y/L/N). And since I’m such a good ex-boss, I’ll send your resume and a letter of recommendation to a certain defrosted super-soldier who could use all the assistance he can get.”

“Becoming Captain America’s personal assistant? It’ll be a cake-walk, but at least I’ll have my favorite hot mess to come home to.”

(Y/N) moved her hand and giggled at how quickly Tony’s arms wrapped around her waist to tug her closer, but her amusement soon gave way to passion as their lips finally met in a long overdue kiss.

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A/N: I figured that we all could use a little fluff, and what better way to deliver it than in a friends-to-lovers trope-fest? Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, and I hope that you have a wonderful holiday season!

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A Season for Lovers (part 1)- S.R.

Doctor Spencer Reid returns after two years away, joining the social season with eyes only for one young lady.

Spencer Reid x reader

Part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here

Warnings: eventual smut but not in this part, mutual pining, brothers best friend trope, i think that's about it

Word count: ~2800

Spencer’s heart nearly hammers out of his chest as he draws near to you. He’d decided the first second he saw you that you were the loveliest thing he had ever laid eyes upon and tonight only reinforced his conviction. The pale blue of your gown glimmers in the dim candlelight, and your smile is bright as day when you notice him. His heart threatens to leap from his chest, hammering wildly at his ribcage. Two years since he’d seen you last, and you had only managed to nestle yourself further into his heart.

“Doctor Reid, I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't join us tonight.” He prays that the low light conceals the flush rising across his cheeks. Offering a shallow bow, he somehow manages to keep his voice from shaking.

“Miss y/l/n, I wouldn't miss it for the world. May I?” He gestures to your dance card, hanging about your wrist from a delicate violet cord. With another smile, you offer it to him and his heart soars when he sees the space for the next dance is blank.

“Seeing that this dance is not spoken for, would you be so kind as to accompany me to the floor?” You take his proffered hand and your touch, even through gloves, sends a thrill up his spine. As the music starts and you begin the practiced, measured steps, his mind wanders to the day you’d met.

“Thomas!” You’d come from the house in a hurry, the ringlets of your hair fluttering in the breeze as you threw your arms about your brother. “You’re early!” Yours was the sweetest voice, Spencer thought as he stood slightly dumbfounded behind his friend. 

“We made good time, thanks to my friend here. Speaking of Mr. Reid, allow me to introduce you to my sister, y/n y/l/n. Y/n, Spencer Reid.” The soft smile you offered him then sent his hand shaking as he removed his hat as gracefully as he could.

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Reid.” His hat held over his heart, Spencer bowed.

“The pleasure is mine, Miss y/l/n.”

“Have you heard from my brother at all?” You pull him from his reverie, sending a fresh rush of heat to his face.

“Y-yes, yes, some.” He clears his throat. “I hear he is doing well in London.” Your eyes sparkle as you let out a quiet laugh.

“Indeed he is, we expect he’ll be announcing an engagement by the end of the season.” 

“When he does, please give him my congratulations.” His hand rests at your waist and you are tantalizingly close, close enough that he could almost imagine bridging the gap, letting his lips meet yours. But he won’t, he can’t. 

“I will.” A few moments pass before you speak again. “In the vein of due congratulations, I hear you have completed another doctorate.” You had been listening for him, he thinks with a joyful leap of his heart, or at least cared enough to remember what you’d heard.

“Two, actually.” Your eyebrows raise in surprise.

“At this rate, Doctor, you seem to be after every degree they offer.” He can’t help but laugh with you, shaking his head lightly at the lightly teasing tone of your voice.

“Something along those lines, yes.” 

Talking with you has always been easy, natural, like he didn’t need to put on any mask or pretense, like he can simply speak and be understood. As you continue the dance, he allows himself to bask in your presence, just as smitten as he had been two years earlier. 

He guides you gently through a turn, allowing a small smile to creep across his face as you duck gracefully under his arm. The dance is coming to a close, much to Spencer’s dismay. With one final chord, the room comes to a standstill. 

Your eyes seem to see straight to his soul as you hold his gaze, the breathless moment of silence stretching on as his heart beats furiously in his throat. 

When he told Gideon that he was coming here for the summer he had asked him why. Spencer hadn’t been able to give him much of an answer, mumbling something about old friends and invitations. But now, looking down at the woman before him, he knew the answer and it was you. 

Then the moment passes. The world spins back into motion, the chatter of the crowd flooding in once more. He gives you a low bow as you dip into a curtsy, offering you his hand once more to escort you off of the floor. As he walks with you on his arm, he almost dares to hope that you might feel the same for him as he does for you. He’d convinced himself of your feelings a million times, first that you shared his, then that you did not, back and forth until his head spun. He wondered if you smiled at everyone the way you smiled at him, or if that glitter in your eye was reserved for him alone. He prays that it is as they approach your chaperone, an aunt, if Spencer remembers correctly from his brief introduction to the extended family two summers before. 

“Aunt Lucy, you do remember Doctor Reid? He’s a friend of Thomas’.” The kindly woman to whom you speak offers him a smile.

“Yes of course, so good to have you back in town for the season.” Spencer bows to her, now remembering her name.

“It’s my pleasure, Mrs Michaels.” Your hand slips from his and his heart sinks. The older woman sits back in her chair, studying him head to toe.

“Tell me, young Doctor, who is it that you’re staying with while you’re here?” Without your hand in his, he doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands, so he clasps them loosely behind his back as he replies.

“The Beaumont family, ma’am. They’re friends of my mother’s.” His gut twists painfully at the mention of his mother, but he keeps the emotions from showing on his face.

“Oh yes, I am well acquainted with the Beaumonts, lovely hosts aren’t they?” He nods in agreement and is about to respond when a man with dark brown hair and a slightly pinched expression appears at his shoulder, offering the women a small bow and him a curt nod.

“Pardon the interruption, Mrs Michaels, Miss y/l/n, Mr?” He cocks his head questioningly at Spencer, his hand offered to shake.

“Doctor. Reid.” Spencer knows with a sinking feeling in his gut that you are about to be swept away and his time with you would likely be over for the evening as he shakes the proffered hand.

“Alexander Fields.” It seemed his interest in Spencer only extended as far as his name, the man already turning to you and offering another bow while extending his hand.

“Miss y/l/n, may I have this dance?” Spencer hopes he isn’t making things up when your eyes flicker to his for a split second over the other man’s head, but it’s so fast it could be his eyes playing tricks on him. You offer the newcomer a smile and a small nod.

“Of course, Mr Fields, allow me first to bid my goodnight to Dr Reid.” His heart once again flutters as you turn back to him.

“It is a pleasure to have you back, Dr Reid, you must call on us soon.” It’s his turn to bow, hoping again that it hid the flush on his cheeks. 

“I will.”

-

Mr Fields sits across from you, droning on and on about building projects and land agreements. He’d asked you maybe one question in the half hour he’d been there. Your mind wanders, as always, to amber eyes and unruly curls, soft smiles and fleeting words.

You take the corner a little too fast, your eyes trained on the carpet under your slippers as you hurry back to your room, the letter to your best friend already half composed in your mind. Suddenly your shoulder clips something solid and you stumble, grasping at the first thing you can as you let out a surprised squeak. It takes a moment once you've steadied yourself to register what exactly you're supporting myself against. Your hand rests in his, almost tiny by comparison as he holds you up. Blood rushes to your face as his skin burns against yours, your knees going wobbly and your heart fluttering wildly. Ever so slowly you manage to raise your gaze and find yourself looking straight into the eyes of Spencer Reid. You can’t breathe, frozen to the spot for what felt like an eternity. A door slams deep in the house, causing you to jolt back, dropping his hand. He blinks at you, then clears his throat.

“Are you alright?” Your brain won’t form words, so you just nod and give him a small, tight smile. He returns the gesture, stepping to the side so you can pass. A heavy tightness settles in your chest as you walk past him, the ghost of his touch lingering on your skin and making it difficult to walk away. You want to take his hand in yours and never let go, to learn every curve and plane by heart, to memorize their touch. 

You are jolted back to the present as Mr Fields stands, clearly moving to be on his way. You stand as well, nodding with a polite smile as he bids his goodbye, first to you, then to your mother before making his way out of the drawing room. As the door shuts you let your shoulders slump with a sigh, rolling your eyes in exasperation.

“A fine young man, Mr Fields.” She comments, giving you a pointed look to which you respond with a bored glare.

“Only if you never have to speak to him.” Before she can chide you for your rudeness, there is a soft knock at the door and Michael, your footman, appears shortly after. 

“Mrs y/l/n, Miss y/n, there is a Doctor Reid here to see you.” You feel rooted to the spot even as your mother stands, your blood rushing in your ears just as it had at the ball, when you’d seen him approach through the dim candlelight. It had been like a fresh breath after two long years without air. And now he was stepping through the door of the drawing room as he had done dozens of times, greeting your mother as if he wasn’t making your head spin just by being there.

“Dr Reid! How wonderful of you to call on us.” Your mother’s voice sounds distant to you as she exchanges pleasantries with your guest, casting you a quick look when you don’t join in, still dumbstruck. “Mr y/l/n is in his study, I would be happy to show you the way.” She begins to move but he stays, speaking with a soft smile.

“Thank you, Mrs y/l/n, but I cannot stay long.” His eyes drift across to find yours and you feel a warm flush rise in your face. “I was actually calling to see if yourself and Miss Y/n might be joining us for the Beaumont’s picnic tomorrow.” This shakes you from your stupor, butterflies exploding in your stomach as you smile brightly back at him as your mother answers.

“It would be our pleasure, Dr Reid.”

-

The picnic was a stunning success with dozens of bright little camps scattered about the sprawling lawns of the impressive Beaumont estate, presided over by a brilliant blue sky. Families gathered on chairs and blankets or meandered slowly along the paths, groups forming and disbanding in an ever changing current. At your family’s camp, your mother and aunt lounge in chairs under the white awning while a small ways away you and Spencer share a picnic blanket as you both read your respective books. Or rather he reads and you daydream, your mind wandering through twisting plotlines and wonder filled adventures.

“I think that if it were not so improper, I’d be an actress.” You declare, tossing a ringlet out of your eyes as you lean back on one arm, the other holding your parasol upright. Spencer tilts his head to look at you from where he’s laying facing you on the far edge of the large blanket, one elbow holding him up as he reads from the worn book before him. A smile plays on his face as he squints at you against the sun.

“Would you?” You nod back to him, sure and confident. 

“Yes, I think that storytelling is one of the most honorable of human pursuits and I would like to be a part of it beyond reading from a book.” You catch his eye, quickly amending your words. “Not to say that reading isn’t a most enjoyable pastime, of course.” His look and tone turn teasing as he repeats.

“Of course.” You narrow your eyes warningly at him before returning to your own book. “I think you would be wonderful.” His voice brings your gaze flying back to meet his, a cool breeze picking up as smiles spread across your faces. The eye contact makes you blush and eventually you need to look away. To your slight confusion, the sight that greets you is a Beaumont footman making his way to your family’s camp. 

“Doctor Reid, a letter for you.” Abandoning his book and sitting up, Spencer accepts the small envelope with a thank you and a nod. Your heart sinks as you watch him open it, a small furrow forming between his brows as he reads. When he finishes he lowers the letter to his lap, looking over at you sadly.

“My apologies, Miss Y/n, I’m afraid I must return to Washington.” You climb to your feet as he does the same, holding your book in front of you as you try to hide how deep your disappointment at his departure runs. 

“I understand, Dr Reid, duty calls.” Something you say gives him pause, a bare hint of a smile in his eyes as he looks down at you. 

“Please, Miss Y/n, call me Spencer.” Your heart jumps again at the tenderness in his tone and you find yourself smiling again, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Very well, Spencer.” He looks at you for a moment, then begins to turn away.

“Spencer?” Immediately he turns back to you and his bright gaze makes you blush and falter, your eyes darting down to the grass then back to him. “Uhm, will you be returning?” Your heart flutters as his smile widens, his eyes soft.

“As soon as I can, Miss Y/n.” With that he’s off, pausing to bid goodbye to your family, then he’s making his way across the lawn, eventually getting lost in the crowd. 

“I think if she gets her way, he’ll return with a ring.” Your aunt teases loudly, causing you to turn and stick out your tongue at her, earning you a laugh from her and a scolding look from your mother. You stoop to retrieve your book, depositing it on the small table under the awning and setting off on a mission to find your best friend amid the crowd.

“Amelia!” You call out when at last you find her, the two of you reuniting with a hug and quiet squealing.

“How was New York?” You ask, excited to hear about the months she’d spent away, looping your arm in hers as you stroll along the path that runs along the border between the Beaumont estate and your family’s property, the trees forming a green tunnel in the sun and casting dappled shadows along the ground.

“Oh it was simply wonderful!” She fills you in on the workings of the city, the people she’d met, and the young man who was currently on his way from New York to ask her father for her hand. 

“But enough about me,” she breezes, squeezing your arm. “I hear that a certain young doctor is back in town.” You feel yourself flush, knowing that Amelia knows the depths of your affection for Spencer.

“He actually was called away on business earlier.” You feel her waiting for you to continue, but you let the silence sit until she can’t contain herself.

“Well? You’re courting aren’t you?” She demands, shaking your arm. 

“Maybe!” You don’t know for sure, you’d shared only one dance and his visit the day before could hardly be called much of a visit, but he’d sat the whole morning and into the afternoon on that blanket with you, and asked you to use his first name, certainly not things a young man does with a simple acquaintance. “I’m not sure yet.” She scoffs, earning her a raised eyebrow.

“From what I understand he’s danced with no one but you, called on no young women but you, and don’t think I didn’t see him carrying your picnic blanket this morning.” 

“You were here this morning?” She ignores your indignant interruption, barreling forward as if you hadn’t spoken.

“If that doesn’t make his affections abundantly clear, I’m afraid I must inform you that you are blind. That man is head over heels, my dear.”

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Hi! Idk know how that works but i have a request for a fanfic! Or just an ideia :D

I wanted to read an story were you were a university student whos major is in photograph or something like that and lee minho is a dancer. You were a very shy student and yoir photos didn't have movement sooo your teacher assigned you to do a project with a dancer (Lee know) to help you develop your technique. The teacher also wanted that lee know helped you be a little less shy.

He helped you take photos of yourself and be more confident with who you are.

I was thinking that for a while but i didnt know how to write that

(English is not my first language, so i am sorry for any mistake)

Hi, sorry for the delay, I hope you like it, and your English was perfect, don't worry about it!

Art is movement • Lee Minho

Tw: none I think, let me know if I should add something, not proofread as always

“All right class, don't forget about your project with the dance majors. I chose personally the pairings and they cannot be changed or switched in any circumstances,” announced your professor, she looked unenthusiastic as always as she let her eyes roam the classroom.

Your fellow students started muttering, annoyed at her behavior. Everybody wanted to choose their friend, but you didn't mind as you didn't have many friends so you stayed silent and looked around you.

The professor regained silence after a sharp ‘shh’ and a look of pure rage. Each student stood up from their seat and made their way to the board to take down the name of the student theyr were supposed to pair up with and the practice room aside to them.

When it was your turn, you took a deep breath and with a shaky finger tried to search through the miriad of names.

Y/N L/N - Lee Minho room 0325

Lee Minho. You knew virtually nothing about him. You knew he was friends with a very very popular guy on campus, a music major called Chris, you knew he was really passionate about dancing and you knew from your roommate that he was rather cold with strangers. That was it. That was your knowledge of Lee Minho.

God please don't let this be too awkward, you thought.

Room 0325. You were stuck, your feet felt glued to the ground and your breath heavy. Your nails sunk into your palm, the sting shocking you back into reality. A shuddering breath escaped your lips.

The room inside was simple, it had wooden floors and mirrors covered one side of the walls. A very handsome young man was stretching, he had on a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, a cap covered part of his face.

How can he look like a model while dresses like that, you thought subconsciously smoothing the fabric of your skirt. 

The moment you stepped into the room his eyes fixed on you. He was intimidating. Hot.

“Are you Lee Minho? I am Y/N L/N, we are supposed to do a project together,” you felt your face get hot and your heart skip a beat.

“You are the photography major?” 

“Yes,” his eyes on you made you feel way too hot, your skin tingly.

She's cute, Minho thought as he felt his ears get warm.

“Do you have anything in mind?”

Your eyes went wide at his bluntness, you didn't expect him to get straight to business, most people liked to exchange small talk.

“Yes,” you blurted out too fast, “ I would like to get some shots of you while you dance.”

“No.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise.

No?

“I don't like to be on camera,” he quickly explained seeing your baffled look in the mirror.

“You should dance,” he added.

Your eyes, wide open from before, now threatened to almost pop out of your head.

“I will teach you,” Minho quickly replied.

And teach you he did, or at least he tried to teach you. He was a great teacher, everything he said was clear and he knew exactly how to break down the steps to make the simple even for the absolute beginners, but you were embarrassingly bad at dancing and everything that included moving to some kind of rhythm.

You looked through the pictures, they were terrible, well the subject was. Too stiff, too awkward. Tears started to fill up your eyes.

This is a disaster.

Minho looked at you from a distance, he could see the tears glisten in your eyes.

“What if we danced together?” 

“You said you didn't want to be on camera,” you blinked trying to suppress the tears.

“You could blur our face with some cool effect,” he mumbled with his cheeks pink.

Minho took you in his arms and started dancing. Your bodies gracefully swayed to the rhythm, you waltzed around the room with ease. You feel light and happy. Minho’s cheeks were brighter than ever and your heart was beating furiously. You could get used to this.

The line to your professor’s desk kept moving and moving, the pictures held tightly in your hands. Minho was at your right, he looked at you with little stars in his eyes.

“The pictures are beautiful,” he simply said. Those four words did wonders for your confidence and you straightened your back.

“Miss Y/N, your project please.” 

Your newfound confidence was quickly destroyed by your professor that was looking at you with an annoyed and tired expression. You handed her the pictures. Her eyes carefully examined everyone of the portraits.

“Good work.”

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[leo-interactive-fiction]

Hi Leo do you have any soundtrack or music for the ROs of Triaina Academy? I did find this song An Unhealthy ObsessionSong by Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra that yould totally fit Raven though

haha, indeed I do, and I'm familiar with that song as well! I think I had it in one of my older music related posts. I'll see what songs I have on my playlist for my writing now.

E: Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield, Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood.

R: Losing My Religion by R.E.M. , Ghost by Badflower, Gossip by Maneskin, Words as Weapons by Seether.

L: Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce, Alone Pt. II by Alan Walker.

V: Hollow Vessels by Lifewalker, Wings of a Butterfly by HIM, Everlong by Foo Fighters, Castle of Glass by Linkin Park.

P: Head Up by The Score, Rise by State of Mine, Purpose by NEFFEX, Echo by Autumn Kings.

M: Smooth by Santana, Bang Bang by K'NAAN, She Bangs by Ricky Martin.

K: Exploding by mehro, Spillways by Ghost, Hysteria by Muse, Mitternacht by Enomine.

S: 1000hp by Godsmack, When Your Heart Stops Beating by +44, Kick by Saint Chaos.

F: Dance Macabre by Ghost, Devil Doesn't Bargain by Alec Banjamin, My Masquerade by Delain, Whisper by Burn The Ballroom.

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