#However I am still a bit bothered from a night or two ago.

[theemporium]

3 with james potter pretty please <333

3. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again.”

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James Potter fucked up. 

He wasn’t exactly sure how he had fucked up, but he knew he fucked up monumentally when you came down for breakfast, slumped down a few seats away from him and totally blanked him.

He played it off as a rough morning at first. After all, you were never a morning person and you seemed pleased enough with him last night when you sat curled under a blanket with him as your friends laughed and joked around you into the early hours of the morning. 

He was clearly just overreacting. 

But then your shared potions class after lunch came around and you still weren’t talking to him. You weren’t talking to anyone. 

“You must’ve done something to piss her off,” Sirius said to him, watching as his best friend slumped back against the grass as he glared above at the cloudless sky.

“No shit,” James grumbled.

“Have you tried talking to her?” Remus asked, propped on his elbows with the book he was previously reading abandoned to the side.

“Well…no,” James murmured, clearing his throat a little when Sirius snorted. “But she won’t even look at me!”

“And how will poor Prongs ever live on when his little girlfriend won’t even smile at him,” Sirius teased, reaching over to poke his cheek only for James to bat his hand away.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” the boy whined helplessly, though both boys sitting next to him knew well enough how much James wished that weren’t true. He just hadn’t quite gained the courage to ask you out yet—how truly Gryffindor of him.

“Just ask her, mate,” Remus suggested with a shrug. “What’s the worst that can happen?” 

James established that there were at least three outcomes that could come from asking you, and each was just as bad as the last. One: you wouldn’t even acknowledge his question. Two: you would hex him and then go back to pretending he didn’t exist. Three: you would laugh at the fact he even cared to ask, hex him and then go back to pretending he didn’t exist. 

Each left James completely unsatisfied with your sudden distance and a bitter taste in his mouth at the mere idea he may lose you. And despite all these outcomes racing through his head, James still found himself standing outside your dorm, muttering to himself before he bit the bullet and knocked. 

It took thirty seconds for you to open the door and they had to be the longest thirty seconds of his life. However, when you did open the door, James barely gave you a chance to properly take in who was even standing across from you before he began rambling. 

“Listen, I totally get that you might hate my guts right now and that maybe you wanna hex me but I just need to say this before I lose the chance because it would kill me if you didn’t know that I am so sorry for whatever I have done to make you try avoid me or whatever else it is—”

“James.”

“—but I really like you and this is totally not the time to say it, like at all even and I just—”

“James.” 

“—I really wanted you to know that if there is any chance you could forgive me or even tell me what I did so I can rectify it—” 

“JAMES!” 

The boy stopped suddenly, his cheeks burning red as he took in your expression for the first time and held back his wince. “Tell me to leave and I’ll never bother you again. I promise.”

“What are you going on about?” you asked, still feeling bleary and fuzzy from the nap you were taking minutes ago, and not finding much help in the annoyingly bright torches in the corridor. 

“I–” James cleared his throat. “You were angry with me today and I just wanna tell you I’m sorry for whatever I’ve done.” 

Your brows furrowed together. “James, I’m not angry with you.”

He blinked. “You’re not?”

“No, I’m not,” you sighed.

“But…you ignored me all day,” he murmured, looking a bit like a kicked puppy with his pouted lips.

“I didn’t mean to,” you explained, feeling your face softening and your annoyance from him waking you up quickly melting away. “I just…I woke up with a migraine and it wasn’t getting any better no matter what I did. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, James.”

His lips parted with a soft ‘oh’.

“If it’s any consolation, I was ignoring everyone,” you offered with a weak smile.

“That’s good,” James nodded, eyes widening when he realised what he said and quickly scrambled to take back his word. “Not about the migraine! Not that at all! I just meant….fuck, love, I meant about you not being angry at me—”

“James,” you called softly, a hint of a smile on your lips.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” James asked helplessly.

“Cuddle with me?” you asked in a sweet voice that he could never say no to. “I was trying to take a nap but it would help if I had a wizard who’s always ridiculously hot laying beside me.” 

James grinned. “You think I’m hot, love?”

“I take it back. I can nap myself.”

“No take-backs, sweetheart. Now budge over, I’m gonna cuddle the shit out of you.”

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[kvtie444]

✧.* HABITS .1

Summary: Chris, your best friend's brother, is in a relationship. Despite that, the two of you began a discreet fwb relationship that initially felt enjoyable. However, as time goes on, you find yourself unable to resist developing deeper feelings for him.

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I take a deep breath, casting my gaze over at the peacefully sleeping body next to me. Chris's features are like a canvas before me – his brown hair, now tousled and covering his eyes, freckles emerging as the weather warms, his pink lips slightly parted, and his chest rising rhythmically with every breath. My attention shifts to both our phones resting on the nightstand. In my effort to check the time without disturbing his slumber, I grab the first phone I can reach, unwittingly selecting Chris's

7:28 am

Missed call from Anna 🤍

Anna 🤍: Baby, I miss you.

Anna 🤍: Call me later, ily x.

I sigh and power off my phone, tracing my fingers over the edge of his phone case.

I'm know what you're thinking – I'm a horrible person. Fucking with someone in a relationship is undeniably a shitty thing to do. I don't argue with that. Chris and I started seeing eachother three months ago, while he's been dating Anna for two. It started at some after party, one thing lead to another and all I knew was that it felt good and I didn’t want to stop. But when he started getting serious with Anna, I attempted to end it with him, but when his lips find your neck, creating a symphony of kisses and heavy breaths while his fingers deliver everything you crave and more, it's impossible to say no.

The real predicament, however, is his brother, Nick. Nick is my best friend, and I love him more than myself. I wasn't particularly close to Matt, but Nick and I were platonic soulmates. He had no clue about Chris and me. In fact, he hasn't even seen us having more than three conversations together. The main source of my guilt was Nick, not Anna – who, to be honest, was kind of a bitch.

I sigh and turn my attention back to Chris, gently shaking him awake. He groans, his hand finding its way to my waist. "Chris, wake up. You need to go," I whisper softly, nudging him awake for school. He grumbles a bit more before sitting up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Grabbing his shirt from the edge of the bed, he throws it on, standing up to put on his shoes – a routine we've established by now.

I rise from my bed, dressed in shorts and a long-sleeve top, and head to my closet to pick out an outfit for school. A presence leans down beside me, a hand on my waist, prompting me to turn around. Chris smiles down at me, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "I'll see you at school later, yeah?" he practically whispers, leaning toward me. "Mhm," I hum, nodding. He smiles, presses a soft kiss to my lips, then pulls away, leaving my room, followed by the sound of my front door shutting.

I turn to look at myself in the mirror, taking back breath, alone again.

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"They're just driving me crazy," Nick vents as we walk down the hallway. He's caught up in a massive argument with Matt and Chris, and he's been on tangent about it all morning. Leaning against the wall further down the hall, I spot Chris with his girlfriend and their friends. Our eyes lock, and as I approach down his side of the hallway, Anna grabs his face, pulling him into a kiss. I avert my gaze, walking on with Nick, attempting to push aside the twinge of jealousy.

"Y/n?" Nick interrupts my thoughts as we reach our classroom. "You okay?" he asks, holding the door open for us. "Yeah, just didn't sleep well last night," I reply, a half-truth.

"Alright, you still coming to the lacrosse game tonight?" Nick questions as we take our seats. I reach into my bag for my books. "Yeah, of course, I'll be there," I reply with a smile. Nick hated attending the games but had to as the photographer. He'd always pick me up and drop me off after the game, so it didn't bother me much. "I heard Nate's looking forward to seeing you there," Nick smirks, teasing me about Nate's crush. My cheeks tint red, but I manage a smile. Nate had had a thing for me for a while, and the idea wasn't unappealing. I wasn't blind - he was a good looking and nice guy.

I push my hair behind my ear, and my attention is drawn to the door. Chris walks in with his friends, including Nate. Speak of the devil. I lock eyes with Nate, and he smiles, taking a seat in front of me, with Chris to his right. I find myself staring at the back of Chris's head, contemplating that with school ending this year, I've got nothing left to lose.

Suddenly, Nate turns around, catching me off guard. "Do you have a spare pen?" he smiles at me. I momentarily freeze before handing him a spare pen. "Yeah," I reply. As I pass it over, our fingers brush. "Thanks. Am I gonna see you tonight at the game?" He smirks, propping his arm on the back of his chair. I smile, looking at him, when I notice Chris's eyes turning cold, glancing over at us without turning his head. I refocus on Nate, "Yeah, I'll see you there," I reply, leaning forward slightly. I hear Chris kiss his teeth, prompting both Nate and me to glance over. Nate smirks at me, his eyes flickering over my lips and back to my eyes before turning back around.

I know this will rile Chris up, tension building. It's unfair; he could be with other girls, but if I even talk to another guy, he acts possessive. I brace myself, knowing he'd run it up on me tonight; I'm in for it now.

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[gogobootz1]

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Eddie Roundtree x Reader

Summary: Stress is starting to interfere with your sleep schedule. But a late-night encounter with a fellow member of The Six might just help you out.

A/N: It really bothers me that the show changed his last name, but I love this man so here you go

Word Count: 1k

The one thing you really couldn’t find yourself getting used to in LA was the heat. Dry, stifling, and never-ending, it made you miserable. After spending nearly your whole life in cold, dreary Pittsburgh, you were more than struggling to make the adjustment.

The cheap ass house Billy had rented didn’t help things, either. Among its flaws, the lack of air conditioning is at the top of your list. And it’s why you can’t seem to stop tossing and turning. No matter which limbs you stick out from under your blankets, it’s not enough to cool you down. The windows you opened two hours ago aren’t helping either. Growing tired of trying to sleep, you throw the covers off of yourself and sit up.

At the very least, some water should be able to help.

You huff and make your way downstairs, paying no mind to the time. Grabbing a glass from the kitchen cabinet, you let the door swing shut. Once you’ve sipped on your tap water for a bit, you decide a snack might help too.

Still holding your cup in one hand, you start rummaging through the fridge with the other.

Leftovers were clearly out. As delicious as Camila’s lasagna was two nights ago, you didn’t want to bother heating anything up. Not to mention that Warren would probably want it for breakfast. Billy specifically said that the apples he bought were off-limits, but you aren’t necessarily opposed to pissing him off. You are, however, concerned about his taste. He probably got red delicious or Jonathan or something equally as gross, so you can't have that. Finally, you strike gold. The deli drawer. At least one Dunne brother has your back. Graham made a B-line for the deli counter on your grocery trip the other day.

You snag two slices of cheese out of the packet and start eating them while looking to see if the fridge has anything else to offer.

"Are you eating deli meat straight from the fridge at 2 AM?"

You whip around to find Eddie staring at you expectantly. For a second, you're like a deer in headlights. Caught red-handed, standing by the evidence. You swallow the final bite of cheese you were working on.

"No."

He makes a face that tells you he is not at all buying it.

"It was cheese," you mumble. Quietly, you continue, "why are you in here anyway, Edward?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe to see who was making all that noise?" He shrugs angrily. For the first time, you take note of his pajamas. The blue and green plaid really compliments the white Rolling Stones shirt he's got on. His hair's all tussled, probably because he was just sleeping.

"Shit, I woke you up, didn't I?" You whisper, internally kicking yourself. The fridge closes behind you as you take a seat at the kitchen table. You rest your head in your hands. "I'm really sorry, Eddie."

The sincerity in your voice takes him off guard. Typically your relationship is characterized by bickering and teasing and sticking your tongues out at each other like when you were little. This is a rare moment of vulnerability for you.

Eddie takes the seat across from you at the table. "What are you doing up in the first place?" He asks gently.

"I'm too hot," you complain.

"Sure are," he nods, and you kick him. "OW! Jesus, I was joking."

You sigh again, guiltily, "sorry."

"Cranky much," he rubs at his knee, "did you get any sleep at all?"

"No," you say miserably.

"Wait, are you serious?" Eddie asks, and you nod. "We were in the studio all day, and you stayed late to record the extra trombone part. Aren't you exhausted?" You nod once again. He lets out a sigh, "what's keeping you up then?"

"I already told you, Billy needs to fix the damn air conditioning," you grumble.

"And that's all?" Eddie sounds skeptical.

You sigh, "I don't know. It's just- a lot." He gives an encouraging nod, and you continue, "we're not in Pittsburgh anymore, and everything's new and different, and this is our shot, and if I blow it-"

"Woah there," Eddie stops you. "First of all, if anyone blows it, it'll be Graham for spilling something on someone important." That pulls a laugh out of you, and he smiles. "And I know things are different, but it's exciting too. If you ever feel homesick, though, we'll just drive around until we find someplace that reminds us of Eat'n Park. Okay?"

You nod softly at his words, and he stands up. You send him a questioning look.

"Come on," he says, "you've gotta get some sleep."

"Eddie, I've tried," you insist. He rolls his eyes at you.

"Then at least come sit on the couch," he pleads. You reluctantly follow him into the living room and plop yourself down on the sofa. "Close your eyes too. If they get any more bloodshot, people will think we're high all the time."

"Aren't we?" You ask, throwing your arm over your face. You don't see him shake his head at you while he grabs his guitar.

"Since you woke me up, you get to hear what I've been working on," Eddie says. He pushes your legs over so that he has room to sit.

"Lucky me," your voice drips with sarcasm. Eddie flicks your leg, and you flinch away. "Hey!"

"Watch it, sleeping beauty," he says.

"Or what?" You taunt.

"I'll tell Billy you broke the garbage disposal," he smirks. You bolt upright at his words.

"You wouldn't!"

"Wouldn't I?"

"How was I supposed to know I had to turn the water to use it?!"

Eddie stares at you, unimpressed.

"Never mind, Mozart, play on," you nod at him. Eddie starts strumming the guitar, and you sigh, laying back down.

The melody is slow and sweet, mesmerizing too. Your intentions of listening closely to offer feedback quickly slip out the window. Especially when he starts humming along. You don't even feel yourself starting to drift off. Your acute awareness of the temperature in the house, your dry mouth, or any residual hunger that haunted you earlier slips away.

Eddie goes on playing for a bit before he looks to you for your thoughts on it. When he finds you fast asleep, he sighs, "that good, huh?" He shakes his head with a smile on his face. Eddie stands and hangs the guitar back on the wall, retiring to his own room. He'll make you listen to it again in the morning.

#eddie roundtree x reader #daisy jones fanfic #daisy jones and the six #eddie loving #eddie loving x reader

[deja-yu]

Co-workers - Choi San Chapter 1/3

Genre: Fluff (for now :])

2.7K

Synopsis: San quickly becomes your work bestie but neither of you want to end up as 'just friends' -> Ch 2

Your steps feel heavy as you follow your new manager down past a couple rows of desks before she stops and points at an empty desk at the end of a row. Window on the right and 4 more desks to the left, exchanging awkward hell’s with the people on your row and the one that sat on the other side of the row. Once at your desk your manager told you to settle while she went to fetch you some documents. A deep sigh leaves you and you hear someone chuckle in front of you. Leaning towards the window to look past your desktop you meet the eyes of a man your age who is doing the same. Resting his head on his hand with a grin, “First day’s are always rough huh?” you nod and he perks up, reaching his hand over in the gap for you to shake. “I’m San, I started here two weeks ago. At least now I am not the only newbie" he says it in a teasing tone but the smile he sends you helps take some of the weight from your shoulders. The return of your manager makes you wave him a little goodbye which makes him laugh, trying to ignore the embarrassment from not having said a single word to him in return you try to focus on the manager info dumping your new tasks. 

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You spend the next two weeks trying to find your way around the office, and your co-workers. Everyone was nice enough but they didn’t seem too bothered about the steep prices of the restaurants around the building, whereas you went back to eating home packed lunches after joining them for lunch once. Wondering if they were really making that much more money or just insane to pay 20 for a glorified salad. That is however why you and San started eating lunch together, who had previously been eating alone. You spot him when you enter the cafeteria of the building. It was shared between all departments so it was a bit more populated. Having already accepted to sit alone and on your phone, you were surprised when you spotted San. Equally alone on his phone in an empty corner. You took a deep breath and walked over. “Hi, is it okay if I sit with you?” he glances from his phone with surprised eyes, “Oh! Newbie. Yes of course” grinning as he waves to the seat across from him, “the expensive lunches not your thing?” you snort “you and me both I assume” he chuckles in response and confirms with a nod. “So what did you bring?” putting his phone down to give you his full attention. Cheeks heating up as you pull out last night's left-overs. "It looked better last night I swear” defending yourself preemptively he chuckles “Didn’t say nothin”. As your cheeks seem to flush even more, a small smirk tugs at his lips before he pulls his lunch box and shows you his own meal, left overs from last night.

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“San?” you whisper while leaning over towards his desk, he pokes his head to the side with a smile. “Yes?” you give him your best puppy eyes, “Can you get my stuff from the printer?”. Smile quickly turning into a glare he sighs, “Is he still trying to get a date with you?” you pout and nod. Another sigh before he gets up and you watch him pass Ben’s desk, the latter's head pops up and quickly starts a conversation with San. You giggle when San sends you a glare. As he returns you send him a big smile, “thank you, thank you” you tell him as he hands you the documents over the desktops before sitting down. With a smile you retrieve a candy from your bag and put it on San’s desk, rolling it over and he grabs it just before it rolls off the desk. Smiling to yourself before going back to work. San’s smile was a little bigger as he enjoyed the sweet taste of the candy, but that wasn’t the main reason for his smile. 

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It was only you and San left in the office, being assigned to a project together. It was your second month with the company now but besides San you haven’t really made friends with other co-workers. Ben wants to hang out, but you don’t want to hang out with Ben. You were going through documents together on San’s computer but your brain was fried. San bumps into your shoulder, “what?” you question. He chuckles, his eyes scrunching as he smiles. Finding you adorable enough to ignore how he had been working solo for the last half hour. “Do you want to call it quits? I can finish on my own?” straightening up you shake your head. “No, no I am here. Sorry, what do we still need to do?” His smile is still bright enough even this late into the day to bring some energy back to your body. San points out some items that need improvement before you can send it in, working together you manage to finish the document within another hour.

In the elevator down you check the bus times before sighing, the buses no longer running as much this late in the evening, the next one coming in 45 minutes. “You need a ride? My flatmate is picking me up, they won’t mind dropping you off” you consider it for a second, but just as you are about to reject not wanting to be an inconvenience, San cuts you off “It might start raining again” he smiles at the way your mouth closes as you rethink the offer for a moment, “Alright, but only if your friend agrees” “he will” San persists.

The two of you are waiting for about 3 minutes but you shiver from the cold breeze, summer slowly coming to an end. Without a word San drapes his blazer over your shoulders, it blocks out the cold air, an instant relief, your tense shoulder dropping making him smile. “Better?” you nod and thank him, you put your hands through the armholes to wear it properly, wrapping the blazer tighter around yourself.  You could smell his perfume and you get lost in thought, earlier tonight as you leaned in close the same smell greeted you. You wondered how he managed to still smell so nice after such a long day. A car pulls up with a honk and San waves, “That’s them” you follow his steps. The window is rolling down in the meantime and a guy around yours and Sans age pokes his head out. “OHHHH!! Is that the famous Y/N?!” His hair is half blonde, half black like an oreo. And you can’t help but laugh when San starts whacking him through the window. The driver easily dodges and rolls the window back up till San retreats his hands, “Open my car Wooyoung”. You watch Wooyoung stick his tongue out before he looks at you, “You should let them get in first!! Where are your manners? After talking about them so much”. San seems to give up with a sigh and steps aside so you come a bit closer and greet oreo boy. “San said you wouldn’t mind dropping me off but I can still take the bus if it’s an issue” the boy immediately protests with many no’s and tells you to get in the car. The loud click letting you know he unlocked the doors. You go to open the backdoor, “What are you doing? Sit next to me, am I scary?” you get taken aback, “oh! No, I just thought San would sit in the front” Wooyoung scoffs, “Don’t worry about him”. You look at San who lets out another sigh, you silently ask him for permission and he gives you a pouty face when he notices, “We won’t get home if we go against him, he is very persistent”. 

Wooyoung is tapping the steering wheel excitingly while San opens the passenger door for you. Getting into the seat you spot another guy in the back who gives you an awkward wave. San has barely closed the door behind you before Wooyoung excitingly leans close “That’s Yeosang, but tell me Y/N. Has our Sannie been treating you well?” you giggle but tell him yes, fortunately so. Hearing the back door close you go to buckle up “Just bring them home Wooyoung, they’re tired… I’m tired” San says while sticking his face between the front seats. “Alright, alright! Here but in your address” Wooyoung hands you his phone and bickers with San while you put in your address. You snort at the back and forth between the two, when you hand Wooyoung back his phone he immediately turns his full attention back to you. “Why are you here?” San asks Yeosang, “He promised me mcdonalds” Another question asking as to why he is in the backseat and not the front, “Because I always sit in the back”.

Wooyoung waits all but 2 minutes (the time he needed to merge back into traffic) before asking you questions again. San told me you were new in town, San told me you like going on hikes, San told me about Ben, are you into Ben? You face scrunches in disgust making wooyoung chuckle as he catches it in the corner of his eye. “No, he is a little too weird for me. He has asked me out I think like six times by now” now Wooyoung's face scrunches in disgust. “Do you have a partner?” you shake your head “Just tell him you do have a partner” you sigh “I did! After the third confession”. San grumbles in the backseat, “You told me he stopped asking after that” you turn in your seat to look at him pouting. “Well, I just started to get good at avoiding him, but when you called in sick last week he asked me out on both days when I had to go to the printer myself” He rolls his eyes. “Just say you’re dating San” Yeosang jumps in, causing there to be a small pause in the car before Wooyoung starts laughing. San tells him to shut up and gives him a small shove, Yeosang seems offended but you turn back to the road with red cheeks. “Why not? Is he not your type?” Wooyoung jokes, “If not, I am single and ready to pick you up tomorrow” San snorts behind him “In my car?” Wooyoung ignores his friend. “San told me you guys live together?” Wooyoung chuckles at your quick attempt to change subject but lets you, talking about how he and Yeosang met in college doing the same program, they met San later when they all ended up getting hired at the same domino’s. “Oh so pizza nights at your place must be great” they all laugh, “We got fired after a month” Yeosang says before giggling. “Only because the kitchen caught fire” Wooyoung says, which makes your eyebrows shoot up, he notices and laughs trying to backtrack. “It wasn’t our fault!! It was a really disgusting place and we didn’t even cause the fire. They just blamed it on us because it happened after we closed”, “I think it was the rats” San adds from the backseat making you laugh. 

“Let me walk you to the door” San says as he gets out with you, making you turn from saying your goodbyes to the other two with a small jump. “Oh no… It’s alright” But he doesn’t budge just giving you a smile, you’ve gotten to know him well enough while working with him that this is his ‘You better do what I say’ smile. Rolling your eyes you shut the door and start walking towards the building in front of you. “You’re really annoying sometimes you know that” he chuckles, “Just want to make sure you get in safe”. Which is just great, it’s not like you lied to the car of strange men to take you to a building 2 streets from yours. Panic building as you get closer and closer you don’t even hear what San is asking till he tugs you to a halt by grabbing your wrist. “You okay?” glancing between him and the door you unconsciously bite your lip. But you see the elevator door open in the lobby, brushing San off you give him a big smile “I’ll see you tomorrow!” rushing to enter after the person exits the building. Alright, now you just get in the elevator and take the stairs back down. Too caught up in the stress of playing off lying to your work bestie you don’t look back to see San laughing, hand coming to cover his mouth before he turns back. You also miss how Yeosang jogs up to him while holding your phone. 

By the time you make it down the stairs from the third floor you freeze, San outside going over the names on the mailboxes. “What are you doing?” it comes out harsh and it makes him straighten up stuttering while his cheeks redden. “You… you forgot your phone” your face relaxing as an oh slips from you followed with an apology. San is rubbing his neck “It’s alright, I couldn’t call you” motioning towards your phone as explanation “and you didn’t tell me what number you lived on so this was the fastest way… but I kinda look like a stalker” he breathes out with a laugh. Embarrassed by the situation he lowers his head but soon enough realisation dawns on him and his head lifts with a questioning look, “but why did you come back down? Did you notice it was missing?” pausing you feel your face heat up, avoiding his eyes before you murmur out your answer. “Sorry what?” you glance at him quickly before looking away again “This isn’t my building” San looks up at the building “oh”. Wanting to disappear you groan “I just… It’s a habit when I don’t know the person” clutching his heart he lets out a small ouch. “No! Like it’s just with taxis and stuff… It’s not like we’re..” he cuts you off with a laugh. Embarrassment floods your veins and you cover your face with a sigh. “Hey! No worries. I tell my sister to do the same. I’ll just assume with people you don’t know you meant those two dipshits” a chuckle comes from you and it makes him smile, but you're still covering your face so he covers your hands with his to pull them from your face. Heart doing a somersault when your eyes meet his which crinkle as he smiles. He lets go of your hands but you grab back onto one of them “You want to walk me home?” his smile turns into a grin as he nods. Walking past the car Wooyoung is hanging out the window “What the hell are you two doing?” you jump a little, too caught up to remember they were waiting. As a result you try to remove your hand from Sans but he squeezes your hand slightly before loosening his grip, giving you a questioning look. You stare into his eyes a moment before tugging your hand away again, this time he lets you but his smile does seem to drop slightly. He hides it by turning back to Wooyoung “You drove to the wrong street! I will be right back” you can hear Wooyoung complain about how he didn’t but San just waves him off. 

“So… you sure this is the right building?” he teases while you search for your keys in your bag. “Ha ha ha yes this is the right one” sending him a glare as you finally fish out your keys. “You will be at the company outing tomorrow right?” As you ask him you give him puppy eyes in case his answer is no. “Oh yea, it’s not really optional. But don’t worry it’s dinner and by the time you’ve finished your plate everyone will be too drunk to notice if you leave” watching his shoulder tense a little the dread you’ve had about this twist a tad tighter. “I need to get back to the car” right, his friends were waiting. “Sorry for tonight… thanks again for everything” ensuring it was no problem he finishes his goodbye with a small wink “I will see you tomorrow evening”. It’s not till you're in the elevator with red cheeks that you notice his blazer still keeping you warm. 

#ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #choi san x reader #san x reader #ateez #ateez x y/n #san x y/n #san fluff #i have 3 things i am working on an i am stuck on all of them including this <3

[pascallatte]

Precious Gem

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!reader

Summary: It’s Pedro’s day, so why not post something for your man

Date: April 2019

Warnings: none really.

Taglist: @benonlinear, @t-stark35, @heyitsme-2, @elleeeee21, @holmesstrange, @tagakalat, @flyestvenustrap, @oldermenaremyreligion, @cherryred444, @avengersheart, @guacala, @pukka-latte, @hobiismyhopeu, @lilvampirina

A/n: This is in honour of Pedro’s 48th birthday, which I wasn’t able to celebrate. So here is a very late sweet fic for our precious Pedro!!! also some snippets of their everyday shenanigans. Surprise surprise. I also didn't want to keep this for too long so here you are. Will still be posting on schedule, don't worry. Happy reading everyone!!!

Dedicating a photo or video for your loved one’s birthday isn’t new for you. And now that you were free to post whatever since your secret went out a year ago, nothing’s holding you back from letting the world know how much you appreciate your man.

Like your other posts, this one started with a photo. Something quite close to your heart because of the memories you made, along this trip, just after three years since you started dating. This is just you and him on your third trip to the Amalfi Coast, the place that started your story.

The photo was a two-part collage. Your camera was set on a timer on a tripod near the bed, as Pedro stood waiting near the door of the room’s balcony. You were wearing a matching set; a white dress for you and a button-up for him. Adjusting the settings a little, you quickly pulled Pedro to you. 

“Come on, it’s on a timer now,” you said quickly holding onto him as you both smile for the camera, he placed his hand on your lower back when you leaned your head on his chest. However, you stood in this position for far too long than expected, which made you tilt your head, eyebrow-raising as the both of you lean into the camera. And just as quickly, the camera flashed on your faces capturing your reactions. Your faces near the camera, confusion and a hint of annoyance in your expression, as you failed to take a proper on for the nth time. You looked funny if that would make the mood brighten up.

Staring at each other for a good minute, Pedro shakes his head as he pats your cheeks kissing your forehead— before going back to his original position near the balcony’s door. “Let’s just try again, hopefully, we can get this right. We’ve been at this for half an hour,” he said leaning on the door and watching your every move.

“Yeah well, I know you love it.”

Shrugging his shoulders, “Ha no I don’t, I love you though,” he said nonchalantly making you look at him. Chuckling softly, face warming a bit, “Smooth one Pedro, smooth one,” you said flattening your dress as you walk towards his waiting arms. 

Hugging him, you look up at him before pecking the tip of his nose, whispering a small “love you too.” Your smile was reciprocated just in time for the camera’s timer to end. Capturing a very candid photo of the two of you just looking at each other with the fondest looks on your faces.

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Now the video. The video is a goofy yet wholesome one. It was late at night when you decided to declutter some things from your vanity. And there in the deepest ends of your top drawer was an untouched box of fake lashes. So with both just not having anything to do, you decided to do what you normally do on this type of night… bother him.

It started with an “oof” coming from you as the phone face-planted to the carpet of your room. Setting it up, Pedro was seen sitting on the bed, being as patient as he can while he was laughing his ass off. A noticeable thing though was the lash already sticking to his left eye. 

Once the phone was steady, you turned back to your chuckling self, sitting in front of him as you glued up the next lash. Pedro placed his hands on your thighs as he laughed about having huge-ass caterpillars on his face.

“For some reason, I am loving your caterpillar things, it would make a good moustache don’t you think?” His laughs shook the bed making you hold unto his shoulder to steady him.

“Amor, just hold still for a second,” you said, trying to hold in your laughter as you slowly stick the other lash on him. Tilting his head up a bit to fix it, his hands moved from your thighs to your waist fisting the jacket you're wearing, to keep himself steady. 

He looks at you the best he can, “Will I look sexy, when you finish putting that on?” His genuine question made you burst out in laughter and you thank the gods that you’d finished putting the lashes on since you practically fell on him, hand placed on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. 

Calming yourself down a bit, you turned to look at him taking his jaws in your hands to make him look at you. “You’re already sexy, the lashes just added some oomph to you,” you joked before laughing again, this time falling on your back. He just stared at your laid out form on the bed, before saying that he wanted to see how he looks.

He takes the phone you’ve set up and focuses it on his face. “Damn,” he laughs,” don’t I look good, ducky.”

“These caterpillars do know how to make themselves known,” fluttering his eyelashes as he made kissy faces for the video. Your laughing in the background only heightened at his skit. 

“What?” He teased you, “ what’s so funny? I thought I was sexy?” Walking back to the bed, throwing himself on top of your form, which was now out of breath, hand holding your stomach to ease the pain caused by your intense laughter.

“I haven’t seen you wearing this though?”

Looking at him, still letting out small laughs, “It’s because I don’t wear it, it was given as a gift and yeah.”

“Yeah well, it’s mine now. Thank you very much,” making his iconic eyebrows raise look as he moved the camera closer to his face.

You just stayed silent watching as he blabbered on things bout how it wasn’t that heavy and how he doesn’t get why people would wear caterpillars on their eyes. Explaining it to him was not easy for a person as curious as Pedro, so you just told him it was for when you wanted to look more fashionable but it depended on the event.

“I see, well now that I’m fashionable. It’s time to-” He rests his head on your stomach as the video blacks out, giggling still heard.

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The post and the short caption that came with it is something that really made people, mostly those not-so-fans of yours, see how genuine your relationship is to him and not a fad like how some would describe it. This is sort of a slap on the bum to those who had doubted you guys in the first place, Something that made the longtime fans' strengthen their support and made the not-so's have second thoughts.

“Hello Pedro, shocking to see that it’s already been a year since we last did this, time really does fly when you’re having fun. You have been a very important person in my life for the past years now and I hope to give back every piece of the best memories you’ve given me so far. And to not make this too complicated, I just want to wish you the Happiest Birthday again, and that you achieve everything you want and need in the years to come. Read my surprise for the rest.😉

Once again, Happiest Birthday mi Pedrito, my precious gem and amor. Mi cielo te amo!! xxx”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x actress!reader #jose pedro balmaceda pascal

[freyanistics]

Fiery flames 🔥 (part 1)

Wally (human) x dragon!reader

Part two here

Thousands of years ago dragons ruled the skies. With their terrible fiery breaths and intelligence they were seen as the biggest threat to mankind. But as the years pass and the world changed dragons started to disappear one by one from the war between them and humans. Nowadays they are simply deemed a fantasy in storybooks. But you are still alive. Sure you might have to stick to your human form and adapt to modern life but the large scaly beast was still active inside of you, waiting to break free.

You lived in an apartment complex in the lesser side of the city, where crime was a bit more prominent, your typical robbers and car jackers. No one dared to bother you so you were never worried of waking up with your stuff stolen or getting mugged off the street. The reason you moved here was because it was much more interesting than surrounding yourself around pompous idiots in the white collar district. You also had made a couple of friends in the complex including a young mother with two young children that you babysit every Friday night and an widow who always told nice stories.

It took awhile to adjust to your new mundane life. You missed the times when you were a large liege seizing havoc upon knights and hoarding your prized possessions but that didn’t mean you couldn’t entertain yourself. At night you would fly through the dark skies over the city looking down at the light up buildings just like the old times.

This particular morning you woke up around six am getting up and ready for work at your new job. You was a camera person for this live set children’s show called ‘Welcome Home’. If you had to pick it reminded you a bit of Mister Rogers and Sesame Street. There were live actors that would dress up as these characters and do your typical lessons like being kind to one another and how to count to ten. You didn’t have no opinion on it since you wasn’t the targeted audience. After getting dress and shoving a toast in your mouth you rush out of the building to the train station taking the D train to the uptown area. While riding the train you looked down at your phone scrolling through your feed not paying anyone no mind, even when someone was singing loudly drunk.

After getting to the studio and clocking in you immediately got to work setting up the cameras. The other workers rushed around preparing to record a few episodes while the actors got ready. You’ve met all of them finding them kinda quirky but friendly folks, but your least favorite of them all was Wally. He was a weirdo to say the least. The ‘star’ of the show most would say and for good reason; he was funny, charming, and pretty outgoing to everyone who met him. A lot of the people around here and his fanbase found him attractive as well with his cocoa brown skin and dark blue dyed hair that was always put up in a pompodor. You however didn’t see the hype but then again humans didn’t really get you going, you only dated a handful in the past. On top of all of this he just had a weird vibe that you couldn’t exactly place, maybe because he had a bit of a staring problem that people overlooked.

After thirty minutes everything was put in place as you started to record. You sat there with the other camera people as the actors performed on the set. This particular episode featured Wally, Barnaby, and Howdy teaching kids about counting and adding. Wally was explaining how adding works while looking straight at your camera, but it felt like he was staring at you. There goes that weird feeling again but you quickly shook it off. Afterwards the break bell rings and you all stepped away to eat lunch. You pick up your subway sandwich sitting down between Poppy and Frank diving in hungrily, scarfing it down in less than ten minutes.

“Geez Y/N, you sure can eat!” Barnaby says teasingly from across the table. “That wasn’t even five minutes!”

“What can I say? I’m a growing person.” You respond patting your stomach causing the others to laugh.

“How about about an eating contest?” He challenge raising an eyebrow.

“You’re on big guy.” You smirk as Julie jumps up clapping her hands. “Me and Frank can be the judge!” Frank cuts his eyes over at the rest of you while holding up a book. “Why me? They’re going to just get themselves sick.” He shakes his head.

“Come on Frank, it’ll be fun.” Julie pleads as he sighs putting a bookmark in his book before closing it.

“Can I also judge?” A voice calls as all of you turn to the star of the show himself, Wally. While everyone lights up you couldn’t help a frown appearing. Great. Mister big shot was here.

“Sure Wally!” Julie was saying excitedly as she starts listing stuff they would need. You could feel his eyes boring into the side of your face as you tried not to look over at the blue haired man. Don’t make eye contact to give him any ideas. The bell rings signaling that lunch was over. As everyone disperse to go back to their places you felt a hand on your shoulder looking over to see it was Wally. He was staring at you so intensely that it felt like he was looking into your soul.

“Hello Y/N, how have you been?” He asks in that sickly sweet voice you loathed.

“I’ve been alright Wally.” You said putting your hands on your pockets. You both stared at one another in some type of staring contest. He was shorter than you, probably just above 5’1, so he was looking up at you. You wasn’t intimidated by this kid, in fact you was more annoyed by him than ever. What did he want? You couldn’t help but feel like he was hiding something.

“So did you needed something or did you just wanted to stare at my pretty face?” You said chuckling trying to break the tension. At your comment Wally grins flashing all of his teeth and you could have sworn his pupils got larger.

“I don’t mind either.” He said in a flirtatious tone causing you to double take. Was he…flirting with you? Just as you was about to say something he turns and strolls off casually, hands behind his back as he hummed the Welcome Home theme song.

God he was weird.

(This is a test to see if I can write Wally well! I know it says part one but I’m not sure if I’ll continue, if y’all like it and want more let me know!)

#wally darling x y/n #welcome home wally #wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home #black reader #no proofreading for this chapter

[sugarbag]

✰﹣𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿

hockeyplayer!abby anderson x black!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀. you didn't even want to go to this stupid party. but abby would be there, so its a good enough reason to change your mind right?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. underage drinking, bad writing, swearing, owen ( yes i am putting him in this category ) LOTS of clichés, like, an insane amount

FLUFF.

set in a 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻!𝗮𝘂 and 𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲!𝗮𝗯𝗯𝘆 because i said so

lowercase intended, also reader as braids in this, i kinda imagined this kind

proofread : meh

𝗮𝗻. hi!! this is my first time writing/posting ever so yea, there will be mistakes and stuff but my obsession with abby took over:) i started this during lesbian visibility week, i HAD to finish it for pride month!!! i'll make two parts for this :)

this is LARGELY inspired by wish you were sober by conan gray and english is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes i'll make, anyways, hope you'll enjoy and if you do let me know<3

it was still pretty early when you decided you had to leave owen's house. she's not even here, you thought, even after being there for an hour and a half, though it felt like an eternity.

the wolves of seattle, or your highschool's hockey team, had won the biggest game of the season, and owen, a blond football player with an ego the size of the moon, had invited pretty much everyone to his house to celebrate. now normally, you'd decline politely, not being really fond of parties or owen or getting drunk or owen but your friend dina insisted.

oh c'mon, free booze, free food- do i really need to extand the list of reasons we should go?

ok, you said two things, that's not a list dee, you replied.

well, a little birdie told me that abby would be there, you know, considering she's the captain of the team and all. not that you would care, obviously...

needless to say, you never ran so fast to your closet. you had had the biggest crush on abby anderson for what felt like forever but you only found out about her existence two years ago, in tenth grade. she was already popular due to the fact that she played hockey, but that only increased with time. now, at the end of highschool, your crush grew as you and abby did, and even though you thought that you would have enough time to confess, in a few months, you'd be off to college, lips sealed and secret unrevealed.

as you got ready, the only thing that was on your mind was abby's blonde hair, her freckled skin and her large shoulders, which you'd only admire from your seat behind her in english class. the only way you'd ever indulge in your crush was from afar, scared of rejection.

and now, 2 hours later, your green top felt rough against your skin, you had to take you jacket off because it was so hot in there and your braids seemed to pull on your scalp in a much tighter way due to your annoyance. you were in the corner of owen's living room, next to the couch on which dina was seated. she's been drinking, whining about another one of your friend not being here, ellie. dina tried to convince the young girl to come to the party but ellie and abby weren't exactly on good terms after a golfing incident that ellie didn't talk about much. just as you were wondering about the feud between the two, you recognised a blonde braid flowing a few feet away. you had spent enough time analysing every inch of her to feel tingles on every bit of your body when she turned around to look right at you.

her piercing glance met your own eyes and you couldn't help but scurry away from her blue gaze by crouching directly behind the couch.

"what.. the fuck" dina sighs. she sounded dazed, undoubtedly from the shots she's been downing. jesse didn't even bother to look your way, doing heart eyes to a random girl, his infatuation for the night. however, dina had her eyes trained on you and as she quickly scanned the room, you swiftly let out :

"abby's here! oh my god, sh's actually here! dina she looked right at me!"

"well, that's why we're here right? so that you can confess your undying love for her and become her housewife"

you let out an annoyed huff, but the idea made its way into your brain and you imagined living with abby, being able to kiss her every morning and see her with her hair undone from that eternal braid of hers. you'd run your fingers through her blonde locks, untagling the occasional knots and god, you were being delusional.

"ya know, if you don't tell her, you'll never have her babies"

"you're so drunk, shut up!" you manifested your annoyance by slapping the back of her head slightly, raising your hand from your hiding spot.

"seems like i'm not the only one, look at lovergirl over there," dina slurred.

you got up and slowly, sat down next to the black-haired girl and immediately fixed your eyes on abby. she did look a bit off, you thought. some strands from her braid were framing her flushed face and her loud laugh could be heard throughout the entire living room. the room was pretty large, you and dina being on one of the many little couches that were littered accross the room. you were practically in the very back, and on the other end of the room, was standing abby in all of her glory, surrounded by her friends and being cheered on by several people in the crowd around them.

it felt like a bad movie. admiring your highschool crush from afar at a party you didn't even want to be at in someone else's house. but still, you allowed yourself to take the blonde girl in as you sighed. oh, how beautiful she was. her strong jaw was on display, allowing you to take a good look at her sharp profile and the way her broad shoulders stretched her tight shirt. you admired the way her muscles flexed with every one of her moves and how she exuded confidence and calm. you wanted to be hers so bad.

"stop drooling, go over there!"

"yeah right, i'm just gonna go over there and ask her to be my girlfriend, even tough she doesn't even know me, in front of all her friends; i'm sure that'll go well!" you sarcastically said.

"yeah i know right? that's why i suggested it silly!" dina yelped in a high pitched voice.

she looked around a bit and started tugging at your hair a little. she was intoxicated, it was obvious so you gently got up to get her water. you took the bottle of alcohol away from the table in front of the three of you, eliciting a little whine from dina. you turned towards your friend.

"i'm gonna get you some water ok? you do not move, i'll be back right away. jesse will keep an eye on you, right jess?"

"what? noooo, last time she bit me!" the boy complained loudly.

"don't get your dirty fingers close to my mouth, imbecile."

you could still hear the two of them arguing as you hurried towards the kitchen you saw on your way in. you pushed through the crowd to get to the sink, set the bottle down and it's only then that you realized that you didn't have a glass. you looked around a bit and started opening different cupboards in vain. just as you were about to give up, you felt a heavy hand graze your shoulder, followed by a voice you knew all too well, despite never talking directly to the speaker.

"are you looking for this?"

you froze.

abby anderson was standing right behind you, beer and glass in the same hand, you knew that because in addition to her voice and other hand, that was now fully on you shoulder, you could suddenly feel her warmth in your back. realising that the amount of time you spent with your back turned was becoming awkward, you suddenly spun around to face abby, and you almost stopped breathing.

from across the room, you couldn't observe her all that well but up close, you could have counted the freckles displayed on her slightly crooked nose. you could have pushed the strand of hair that was getting close to her eyelashes but the sight of her blue eyes made you feel like any movement would cause you to break. the dimly lit kitchen created a golden haze that surrounded abby, made her skin glow and brought out her freckles and in that very moment, you swore you got into heaven. she adorned a band tee that was just a little tight on her but the short sleeves allowed you to see her arm muscles flex as she moved.

she looked at you groggily, with a dazed look and a glass in her hand. she almost nudged it into you chest, which made you want to scream, but you happily took the glass.

"um, th-thank you!" you managed to mumble two words and regretted it instantly.

"you're welcome, pretty!" abby replied.

and you froze again. you were about to fill the glass with water but as those words left abby's mouth, you felt all your limbs transforming into jello.

"what did you say?" you asked in disbelief.

abby's eyes were still boring into yours, her mouth slightly agaped and you swore you could cry as she retorted :

"i called you pretty! because you are"

your eyes must have opened wide because abby suddenly looked a bit panicked.

"i'm sorry, does it bother you? i won't do it again, sorry" she scratched the back of her head.

"no!" you practically shouted. "it's ..um i mean it's completely fine"

you paused a little before adding :

"you.. well, i- i think you're really pretty too!"

you could have sighed at your fumbling but the girl's grin got bigger at your words.

"thank you! i'm abby by the way! nice to meet you __" when she said your name, you could've fainted. so many thoughts came to mind but you only managed to blink until your vision got blurry.

"i know who you are, how do you know my name?"

you didn't mean to sound rude, that probably came out the wrong way, but what the actual fuck?

"oh well, we have a few classes together. english, physics, french and-"

"maths, i know. you're two seats away from me"

oops. hope she didn't catch that.

she didn't seem to, or maybe she didn't care enough because her smile grew even more, if that was even possible. a small grin started forming on your lips but it was interrupted by a man's shadow on the two of you. owen had inserted himself close to abby, closer than you were, so much so that you felt like you could vomit just from the sight. his arm was around her shoulders and you saw her form slightly crisp for a second then slowly relax.

"hey, we missed you for a second back there! whatcha' doing here?" his loud voice made you cringe, and when he looked at you, you couldn't help but furrow your brows. you lived a few houses down, so owen was sort of your neighbor, which was appreciated when abby came over to his house and you saw her on her way. dina called it creepy stalking. she wasn't totally wrong.

"yo, __, right? having fun?"

the sound of your name in his mouth sent a new wave of nausea through your body but you decided to behave. after all, it was his house, his party, his friend.

"uh yeah sure, it's a great party owen. i came with a few friends and- oh shit!" you exclaimed.

dina was still waiting for her much needed glass of water, all alone, with drunk jesse as her only companion. fuck.

you quickly turned around to fill the long forgotten glass of water and excused yourself to the pair.

"i'm sorry, i have to give this to my friend, was nice though, bye abby!"

"bye pretty!" the girl replied as she waved her hand at you.

the nickname made you weak on your knees, which was not ideal when you had to push through a crowd of drunk people. you looked back at the kitchen, seeing abby get owen's arm away from her shoulders. you grinned before continuing your trip over to dina. you were relieved once you heard the bickering of your two friends again, assuming they probably argued the whole time you were with abby. oh god, you actually talked to abby.

"that was definitely not right back by the way, i think i had time to sober up completely" dina sluggishly stated. just as she said this, she knocked over a couple plastic cups on the table. she slowly looked up at you, accepted the glass of water you inched towards her and drank it as she looked away.

"i called an uber, its a few minutes away" jesse, who was still sat next to dina, handed you his phone for you to note the car's travel.

"great, awesome let's um, let's get out of here"

dina quickly finished her cup, and got up, you immediately went to slip your shoulder under her own, carrying a part of her body weight to keep her from stumbling all over the sticky floor. jesse gathered everyone's belongings and followed after the two of you and being less intoxicated than dina, his step was much firmer.

"you're such a lightweight dee," the boy snorted.

the black haired girl flipped him off as she looked his way, and chuckled before standing straighter, pushing through the crowd with more confidence.

"i'm not even drunk, you di- oh shit, sorry!"

"no, no don't worry that's my bad"

it's like you summoned her. technically, dina was the one who bumped into abby but still, the blonde girl was looking at you, right now. she waved again, despite the fact that you were a few feet away from her. you waved back and as you did so, you could feel dina's confused look going between the two of you, before locking her squinted eyes on you.

"oh you two already know each other?" she asked, in disbelief. you opened wide eyes in her direction at the question but rapidly looked back at abby.

"yeah, um, i mean we talked a little in the kitchen like 5 minutes ago"

"mhm and she called me pretty" abby added in a high pitched voice.

sudenly both dina and jesse were looking at you with wide eyes and sligthly open mouths. dina was the first one to tease.

"is that so?" she emphasised every word with a big smile plastered on her face. she was proud of you, truly but the fact that she was drunk altered her reactions.

"ooh so that is what took you so long. you were getting to know each other" jesse agitated finger guns in your side as you tried to keep eye contact with abby. as difficult as it already was, her dopey smile made you feel dizzy in the best way possible and you knew you'd get teased afterwards when abby talked again

"yeah i'd really like to do that. get to know you, i mean"

she said that so casually you almost had topinch yourself to believe it wasn't a dream. once again your eyes got a little wider, which didn't go unnoticed by dine, who snorted quietly. it felt so sweet that you almost forgot you were at a crowed party, close to the door and the stairs in one of the most packed areas of the house, and your carelessness was rewarded by having a drink spilt all over your shirt as some guy bumped into you. the green top you adorned turned dark and the strong smell of alcohol made you scrunch your nose in disgust.

"hey, watch where you're going man!" dina's brows furrowed as she got in between the two of you. the drunk guy mumbled an apology but he rapidly faded in the crowd and disappeared as quickly as he entered the frame. the humid feeling on your chest, however, was still very present and you peeled your wet top off your body with a worried expression.

"fuck" the smell of alcohol clung to your skin and made it's way to your nostrils, causing you to scrunch your face in disgust. abby let out a light chuckle at the sight of your grimace and when you heard her, you didn't care about your wet shirt or the music that was blasting in your ears or the fact that a few minutes ago, you felt as if you were about to burst because of overstimulation.

abby's laugh fixed it.

you were down monstrously bad.

"i um, i have a shirt in my car if you want. wet fabric is the worst feeling ever."

"uhh i don't know, i should go with dina, she's a bit drunk and-" you were interrupted by your friend.

"nahh me? i'm as sober as a judge" loudly declared the black haired girl. as she did so, she let go of jesse's arm and managed to walk a few meters in an approximatively straight line before turning back to your group with a large smile on her face and her arms in the hair, demonstrating her exploit.

"take the shirt, get some time to chat amongst yourselves and jesse and i, we'll be on our merry way" she gripped the boy by the arm she was previously holding onto, and walked to the door with her back turned to it, facing you and abby.

you hurried to her side to whisper scream in her ear "what are you doing? are you really gonna leave me alone? with abby?!"

"hey calm down yeah? just take the shirt and her number, emphasis on number. because stalking her instagram without even following her is not gonna get you anywhere."

"yea i know but-"

"no buts. you go get that shirt and her number. if you don't, i'll be under your bed tonight"

"how old are you?"

"stop being a coward. text me when you get home okay? i want details."

dina kissed your cheek and gave you aa encouraging look before glancing over at jesse, who had a dopey smile plastered on his face. she let out a little sigh before moving her head towards the entrance. he followed her after giving you a little hug and soon enough, they were walking out the door after giving you a little wave.

you caught a glimpse of them bickering in the uber and as the car drove away, you realized abby was still standing a few meters away from you. you turned around to find her in the same spot, right behind you with a light smile and rosy cheeks. she rummaged trough the pocket of her black jeans to get her car keys out of it.

"if you still want that shirt.."

"sure! is your car close?"

"yeah, it's just in front"

the two of you walked to the door, pushing people away a few times, and as soon as you got out of the house, the cold wind hit your face with force. the refreshing feeling made you inhale and fill your lungs with oxygen, savoring the new sensation. you closed your eyes and for a second, the only other existing being was abby. she stood right next to you and if you weren't so engulfed by the fresh air on your face, maybe you could've noticed the way she looked at you.

maybe you'd have noticed how she always blushed when you looked her way or how she was shaking before every single french class because that's when you're the closest to her, just one seat away. and technically, abby could move closer to you but she didn't want to risk passing off as a creep. so she just kept her eyes trained on your silouhette, your hair, your hands whe she'd get glimpses of them from behind you. abby was beginning to get lost in her thoughts of you, so much so that she almost forgot why the two of you were outside, together. as if you could hear her thoughts, you reminded her.

"which one's your car?"

you obviously knew what car abby drove, it was the same one you'd look for every morning in the parking lot and when you saw the grey range rover, your heart lept out of your chest for a second. but abby couldn't know that. she led you to her car and you were perplexe when she followed you to the passenger side, only for her to open the car door for you. you blinked a few times before processing what she did, and the whole time she just stared at you, giving you a little nod to encourage you to get in.

you sat in the passenger seat, abby closed the door and went to the trunk of her car. she retrieved a black muscle tee from it, got in the car and froze. you were in her car. so close she could smell your perfume. you smelled like jasmin and, was that vanilla? abby could never tell. not even after she looked down at the shirt in her hands and turned her head to you, handing you the item. this time, you noticed the slight shaking of her hands and as you took the shirt, your hads brushed. the contact felt like touching an exposed wire, fire pouring into your veins and at this very moment,

you were so glad you went to this party.

an. okkk so this might be a bit short but i really wanted to at least share one part!!

LOTS of incoherence and clichés but i mean.. anything for abby am i right?? i don't know if i hate it or love it but its still my first child

tell me if you like it <3

✰﹣𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔤

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #the last of us #abby anderson x black!reader #black reader #tlou2 #wlw #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson fanfic #abby anderson the last of us #lesbian #lesbian pride #abby anderson x female reader

[evermore-fashion]

Met Gala 2022 Thoughts

Am I really talking about the 2022 Met Gala already? It still feels like a few weeks ago we were all rolling our eyes at how badly the fashion was because attendee’s either couldn’t be bothered or didn’t understand the theme. Overall it was so underwhelming that I had no idea this year’s gala was back to it’s usual May slot and less than six months after the borefest of 2021. Anyway here we are judging everyone who was lucky enough to attend the prestigious gala. This year’s theme was “Gilded Glamour” which in my opinion is one of the easiest themes to ever be announced by the Met Gala. It’s also about The Gilded Age which was the period of history between 1870 and 1900 when the United States saw massive economic growth and rapid industrialisation. So did I see many gold or gowns that were inspired by this period in history? No. Was the fashion better than 2021? Absolutely. 

Here are my favourites that I felt followed the theme as closely as possible and just looked amazing and made up for the shitshow of 2021.

Blake Lively (look one & look 2) Once again Blake came to the Met Gala and she slayed it at the Met Gala with one of the most eye catching and gorgeous gowns of the entire night. It was by Versace (again) and was apparently inspired by the skyscrapers of New York City and the Statue of Liberty. Also what better way for Blake to make her grand return to the Met Gala with a two in one gown, all in all this look was EVERYTHING! 😍 Kim Kardashian I know this look gained a lot of online controversy because she wore an original Marilyn Monroe gown that many believed she had no right to wear etc. However I thought she looked gorgeous in it, it was simple but still elegant and let’s face Marilyn Monroe was a fashion icon for her time and that should be celebrated. Plus it was nice to see that Kim had broken the curse of her dementor look from 2021 and decided to wear something a bit more normal in terms of high end fashion.

Billie Eilish  This look really surprised me as I’m not a fan of Billie Eilish and her fashion choices at all, plus I didn’t like the nude gown she wore at the 2021 Met Gala (it clashed with her skin tone and made her look ill). But if anyone understood the theme this year it was Billie and she looked amazing in her custom Gucci gown. She really looked like she had stepped out of a painting from the Gilded Age, I don’t think I have anything more to say other than bravo Billie, bravo! 👏🏻 Katy Perry Hallelujah! Katy didn't dress as either chandelier or a cheeseburger at this year’s Met and instead went for a classic Oscar de la Renta gown instead. What I loved about this gown is that Katy Perry posted a photo on Instagram of a classic oil painting that was clearly the inspiration behind her look. Also the back of the gown embodied the gilded age with a black silk taffeta skirt that ruffled up around the derrière. 

Laura Harrier This might be my second favourite gown (after Blake) because I love black, I love silver and I love sparkle which was all rolled into one in Lauren’s H&M custom gown. Also I loved the subtle damask pattern on the gown to give it that deep rich look that just made it feel that bit more of a period piece but with a modern twist to it. It was understated but it was beautiful and huge props to Laura for going with H&M instead of haute couture designer.

Cardi B I can’t believe I’m actually mentioning Cardi B as just like Billie Eilish I’m not a fan of her whatsoever, but she did wear a stunning Atelier Versace gown that I can’t take my eyes off anytime I see it online. It gave me elegant steam punk vibes which I love outside of high end fashion and the fact that she understood the gilded portion of the theme was enough for me to fall in love with her look. 

Sarah Jessica Parker She plays a style icon and she slays as a style icon once again the Met Gala. I loved this gown by Christopher John Rogers because it was so unusual yet so fitting for the theme all at the same time. It won me over just for being unique. According to Vogue Sarah paid homage to Elizabeth Hobbs Keckley, who made history as the first Black female fashion designer in the White House. You can read more about Sarah’s gorgeous look and the inspiration behind it here. Anitta I don’t know much if anything about Anitta but her look caught my instantly this morning whilst I was browsing the Met Gala hashtag on Twitter. I thought she looked breathtaking in the deep purple duchess satin Moschino gown. Everything about the gown was both stunning and elegant and I loved the pearls that really finished off the look and just screamed royalty in the gilded age. 💜 So yeah thats my favourite looks from this years Met Gala, it was definitely fun to look through them all this morning in comparison to last year. Heck even some of the male attendee’s went all out this year even if some didn’t follow theme (like Sebastian Stan wearing Valentino 😍). Like I said before though clearly some attendee’s understood this years theme (and knocked it out the park) whilst others ignored it in favour of their own taste in high end fashion instead. Personally I think those that attend the Met Gala and ignore the theme entirely should be banned from attending future events. 

Anyway feel free to leave a comment or drop me a message letting me know your thoughts on this year’s Met Gala. Did you have a favourite look? Was the theme better than 2021 and do you think it’s okay for attendee’s to ignore the theme entirely?

#Personal #Met Gala 2022 #Blake Lively #Kim Kardashian #Billie Eilish #Katy Perry #Laura Harrier #Cardi B #Sarah Jessica Parker #Anitta

[deathbxnny]

When he is away. (Ayato x Reader)

Content: fluff at the end, some angst perhaps?, spoiler to some Archon quests, spoiler to Ayato’s/Ayaka’s backstory, very small hint at nsfw content if u squint

Words count: 1.7K

((Not really proofread sorry!!))

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The birds were singing their songs, when you woke up late in the morning hours. The sun had already shone through the windows, daring to peek at your form by kissing your skin with it’s warmth. Groaning, you turned away from it to get a couple more moments of sleep in. 

It was another sleepless night without your lover. After many years of being together with him, you’ve forgotten how to sleep in a bed without him. With Inazuma’s borders opening and the Vision hunt decree finally abolished, your lover was busier than usual, often having to take long trips that lasted for weeks on end. And whilst you understood why, you still couldn’t help but feel a little selfish and wish he was there with you at home more often. Your silver ring softly glinted in the sun light. You had married him many years ago, yet a warm feeling filled you, whenever you remembered your marriage to the handsome man.

Kamisato Ayato. The Yashiro commissioner. A man who defined perfection to you. 

You often wondered, how you came about to marry him. Yet it was no surprise either. Having grown up with him all your life, you weren’t too shocked to hear that you were betrothed to him eventually. Neither of you were. So, when Ayato’s parents tragically died, he swore on his knees to you that he’d bring the Kamisato name glory and that he’d do everything to be a husband you could be proud of. But he didn’t need to. You were always proud of him. 

“Mrs. Kamisato? Are you awake?” The soft voice of one of your handmaids interrupted your sleepy daydreams, making you sigh. “Yes, I am, Yuri. Please come in.” You said, as you sat up and watched her give you a small smile, when she entered the room with a blue kimono. “Then let’s start the day, my lady.” “Very well.”

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Cupping the hot tea in your hands, you allowed your gaze to travel across the Inazuman ocean, as you relaxed in the Kamisato estates garden. Your hand softly reached to play with your ring absently, wondering when your husband would finally come back. The letter on the small table in front of you detailed his soon arrival, a date still unknown because of the harsh weather conditions of the sea. 

Letting out a sigh, you slowly turned your head back to the letter. His handwriting filled the emptiness in your heart for just a moment, yet you yearned more for his touch. You dreamed of finally being able to fall into his arms again- “Ehm, hello?” a small voice asked, interrupting your thoughts once more. 

Your head turned to the source of the voice, until you peered at a young blond boy and a small, floating child. “Sorry to bother you, but we were wondering if Ayaka was home?” the child asked, making the blond nod along. “Ayaka…? Ah, I’m afraid she’s entertaining some guests at the moment.” You said, making the flying child sigh in disappointment. Just as they were about to turn away to leave, you spoke once more. “However, if you’d like to stay and wait, you are more than welcome. Are you perhaps friends of hers?” At your words, the boy and the child smiled and nodded, as they took a seat opposite you. A little bit of company would do some good, especially if they were your dear Ayaka’s friends. 

“Yes, we are! My name is Paimon, and this over here is Aether!” Paimon said, as she pointed towards the boy. He bowed his head respectfully in response, as he gave you a small smile. You chuckled, as you hid your face behind your fan. “I see. I’m glad Ayaka has found some good friends. I’m Kamisato (Y/N). It’s very nice to meet you.” You said, as you raised your fan more towards your face, watching, with slight sadistic glee, the faces of the two companions unfold into shock and confusion. 

“W-wait! Ayaka has another sibling?!” Paimon squeaked, making you laugh softly. “Oh dear… you’re quite adorable… I’m Lord Ayato’s wife.-” “-His wife?!” Paimon held her head in her hands, obviously getting a headache from the sudden revelation. “My lady! Please, don’t give our guest a heart attack haha…” Thoma let out a nervous chuckle, as he quickly approached you three in panic. 

If there was one thing you and your husband had in common, then it was the slight mischief you two hid behind an elegant and composed mask. You both enjoyed making people squirm and watch them crumble under your fingers. Ayato especially would make the world burn, if it brought you happiness. Anything for you and Ayaka.

“Ah, Thoma… I was just telling them of my status, nothing more.” You simply said, as you faked innocence and made Thoma smile nervously. “Ofcourse, my lady. I apologize for not educating them on you sooner.” He said, as he bowed apologetically. A soft chuckle fell from your lips, as you watched him with glinting eyes. He was Ayato’s most loyal servant, which made him yours as well. You trusted him with your life, just as Ayato and Ayaka did. You remembered the day you took him in. You had pled with Ayato to spare him and to take him in as a servant. You were all much younger then and you had taken deep pity to the young man from Mondstadt, as he spoke about his tragic story over the sea to Inazuma. And since Ayato can’t refuse you a single thing, he took him in. 

“Lady Ayaka will be ready to see you two now.” Thoma said, as he straightened up again. The traveler and Paimon respectfully bowed to you- well only Aether could really do so- before they left after Thoma. A deep sigh left you, as you looked out towards the ocean again. “Where are you, dear…?” you whispered to yourself, as you took a sip from your now cold tea.

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You hummed to yourself, as you swayed in the empty garden. You enjoyed dancing in the absence of others. Only Ayaka or Ayato were allowed to see you dance, with Thoma being another rare exception, if he was around to see. Closing your eyes, you slowly raised your fan to the rhythm and moved with the melody that played in your mind.  

You had taught Ayaka how to dance when she was younger, you remembered. She was watching you preform one night and had begged you to teach her with bright eyes. And how could you ever deny her anything? So, two days after, you began to teach her how to dance. And ever so brilliant, she took after you immediately in elegance and beauty. Though, you noted, her confidence lacked, when it came to her dances. But you didn’t care for perfection, if she kept beaming with pride, whenever she fullended another difficult turn or move with her fan. Another wide move with your hand, as the melody picked up and the fast part of the dance came along. 

Ayato especially enjoyed watching you dance, you remembered once more. He often would watch you through thick blue lashes, eyes glinting with a secret hunger only you could understand. Your heart burned at the memory of his dark eyes; breath heavy as his face flushed red above you-

You opened your eyes, as you pursed your lips, a soft blush filling your face. No time to think about that now. And yet, you couldn’t help but stop your movements, as your skin burned for him. Closing your fan in defeat, you went back into the estate, the melody in your mind unraveling into deafening silence.

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It was much darker now outside, you noted, as you looked out of the window. You gripped the brush in your hand, as you returned to writing the letter. You had written many of them. Yet most never reached his mischievous, glinting eyes. You wrote about your loneliness without him and how you prayed every night for his safe return. To whom, you didn’t truly know. Perhaps to any archon who would care to listen.

Just when you were about to put down another stroke, Thoma’s loud voice cut through your busy mind. Your head turned to the shogi door in interest, when you suddenly heard the familiar voice of your husband respond back to the blond housekeeper. A sudden energy came over you, as you stumbled out of your seat to the door. Your legs moved faster than your mind, as you slammed the door open and ran right into your husbands’ arms. 

Ayato didn’t expect his cute wife to literally throw herself at him and stumbled down to the floor with her. A surprised laugh left him, as he held onto your waist. “Ayato! Ayato, my darling, you’re home!” you cried out, as you held onto his white jacket and buried your face in his chest tearfully. Thoma smiled softly, as he quickly left to leave the two lovers alone. 

Ayato relaxed at the prescence of just you and him. The moon shone down on you, when you raised your head to look him in the eyes. For a moment, Ayato could’ve sworn that you were an angel, for he felt heaven in you. And perhaps you were just that. An angel, who came to help a sinner like him find salvation. “I apologize for leaving you alone for so long, my love… but my duty called me oversees.” He softly whispered, as he brushed through your hair mindlessly, utterly hypnotized by your unmatched beauty. What had he done in his past life, to deserve something as perfect as you, he would often wonder. 

“It’s alright. You do the most for us, my dear. I can’t be mad at that… despite the pain I feel in my heart, whenever you aren’t next to me.” You dramatically sighed, making him chuckle. He missed you so much, he realized. Looking out the open shogi door, he peered at the bright moon and stars above you. An overwhelming feeling of pride and happiness filled his heart, as he gripped your waist tighter, afraid you’ll disappear. 

Looking back down into your bright eyes, he came to a conclusion to his thoughts. “How about you accompany me next time?” He softly asked. A bright smile stretched across your face as you hugged him tighter. “I would love to.” You simply said. And that was enough to pull you closer into his embrace and to kiss you. He was finally home.

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Ayaka sighed happily, as she quickly tip toed away back to her room. ‘I’ll just greet brother in the morning.’ She thought, as she disappeared into her room. She wanted you two to have a moment alone, since you deserved it. With a smile, she laid down on her bed and fell asleep, the laughing and hushed voices of her family lulling her to sleep. Everyone was home and safe.

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Alright, I hope you guys liked this one haha... took me a bit longer than I expected, but yeah, I hope it wasn’t too bad.

If you have any questions or requests please let me know!^^

#genshin impact #genshin ayato #genshin fanfiction #ayato x reader

[grimdarkfandango]

riley's rec list 2023

oo-er alliteration, ladidah

AIGHT SO hello so I saw a fic rec list yesterday and was like. damn son I love rec lists. and then I read a fic off it and went DAMN SON I LOVE REC LISTS so guess what y'all are getting for 2024. it's a fic rec list! congratulations release the crocodiles

these are in approximately no order whatsoever. not all of these came out in 2023, but some of them did, and I definitely read them with my eyeballs then.

I'm not bothering with a readmore you know how to scroll happy new year

One Hundred Years Past by tciddaemina | BOTW/LoZ | Ganondorf/Link | 39k + sequels Link wakes up a hundred years early. It changes everything.

y'all I only read this two days ago and I am Ob Sessed. what if Ganondorf picked Link up like a feral stray in the desert. What if he dodged calamity with the power of dick and this twink he found. What if the second story in the series was designed in a lab to make me feral. What if!

Pinned and Needled by surveycorpsjean | One Piece (manga/anime) | Zoro/Sanji | 35k Sanji struggles with an injury that prevents him from cooking. Around the same time, Zoro starts to act strange.

[deep fucking inhale] SO. sometimes you are ambling at a slowish pace through a manga with over 1100 chapters and then an author you really like drops a fic for the couple you are rotating in your head and so you go 'hey cool let me just read that' and you don't even get half the plot references in the story but it's enough because then you read 700 chapters in A Week and now you're caught up and get to read it all over again and scream even louder

like a bird on a wire by tierfal | BNHA/MHA (manga) | Endeavor/Hawks | 8k The aftermath, and the undertow, and something like a sunrise.

we still don't know what the aftermath of the war will be [stares into the middle distance about the most recent chapter] so enjoy this hurt/comfort from after ch 390!! I just... love Hawks... it's about the devotion...

I'm realising of all of the recs here this one might need the most canon knowledge to make sense but. also. what if you read 410 chapters of manga and then talked to me about it...

Facade by Hazel_Athena | One Piece (manga/anime) | Zoro/Sanji | 32k Left with only three other crew mates, it’s a ready expectation that Sanji will start fawning all over Robin in his usual obnoxious way. However, that’s not what happens. Instead, looking wild around the eyes in a way only someone who knows him well would recognize, the cook doesn’t break stride until he’s firmly within Zoro’s orbit and can wrap both hands around his upper arm, clinging tight. “Hi, darling,” he chirps, his expression desperately conveying that Zoro needs to play along under pain of death. “Did you miss me?”

ZOSAN FAKE DATING MARRIAGE LESGOOOO

this is just so much fluff and also zoro being in PainTM and I love a good trope mmkay

Carry You Home (In My Teeth) by DistortedDaytime | Stranger Things | Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 51k All Billy wants to do is lick his wounds and sleep off a bad night. Instead, he wakes up to find his furrier half stranded in Steve Harrington’s laundry room.

Billy the werewolf! Eddie the vampire! Steve the Steve! I am cheating a little bit because I got to cheer this on first-hand as it was being written BUT also it's just really, really, really fun. And horny. And full of Billy's Issues. Plus some neat werewolf worldbuilding and my favourite type of Deus Ex Maxine.

Everything In Its Right Place by JustSomeGuyDontWorryAboutIt | Mandalorian | Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth | 12k In which Cobb Vanth is forced off-planet, roped into a rescue mission, and made to stew torturously in his feelings. Just because you’ve spent months fantasizing about shucking him from that armour like a Sorgan krill doesn’t mean he’s thought about you even once, he reminded himself. Don’t make this awkward. Just enjoy the company while it lasts.

I, too, think Cobb should get to tap that so hard they cause an interstellar incident about it. And that's after he charms the last remaining jedi into giving the kid back.

Same As It Ever Was by QuokkaFoxtrot | Stranger Things | Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson | 62k "Deja-vu? Like you feel like you've done this before, because-" "No!" Steve snaps, feeling everyone's attention snap to him. He lowers his voice, aiming it so that only Nancy can hear. "I mean I've carried Eddie's body back to the rift in the trailer. Twice." --- Sometimes it can take a while to become the man you want to be.

Sometimes a good friend slides you a link to a fic their friend has started writing with a 'hey you ship this, check this out' and then you lose your whole fucking mind, usually directly into the comment box, until the whole thing is complete. This is the time loop fic of DREAMS. This is the GOLD FUCKING STANDARD. This has, unequivocally, REWIRED MY GODDAMN BRAIN. This is, as far as I'm concerned, one of the best fics ever written. Run don't walk.

THAT'S IT HAPPY NEW YEAR

#fic recs #long post #the fuck I'm not tagging all of those fandoms #read em or don't

[aleksa-sims]

RL Simself-Story (18+)

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Me: Hey Alex…. Am I disturbing you? … Um, sorry it’s about Daniel. We need to talk.

Alex: Yea, ok… Did you talk to him about that girl, Tina?

Me: Yea. …And he still doesn’t remember her. But I’m afraid he might remember her, once he sees her, you know?

Alex: I understand you, but you shouldn’t keep secrets from him. And that Tina won’t stop bothering you about Daniel. She has to hear it from him himself. He has to make it clear to her, that he doesn’t remember her and doesn’t want her.

Me: I’m still scared, maybe he wants her after she talked to him. I’m so afraid of losing him. And that’s exactly why I wanted to talk to you. Daniel is a bit insecure and irritable rn. He thinks I-….. I have a crush on you. Yea, totally silly, I know. But you have to go. So sorry, Alex. I don’t want you & Daniel fighting, so I thought I’d talk to you about it before he does.

Alex: It’s okay, A.! I was going home today anyway. I noticed my brother is pissed at me. Now I know why! And well, we really hid something, so I get him. You need to tell him about that too.

Me: I can’t! You don’t understand! If he finds out, he’ll blame himself and I don’t want that! I can do it! That was just an exception. Just forget that!….. You know, I feel so bad. Maybe you don’t have to go? Tomorrow is your birthday and your sister’s coming home too. She’s so excited and wants to meet you.

Alex: No, I can’t stay here. But I want to talk to Daniel later. I want to sort this out with him and there’s something important I need to tell him. Don’t worry, I won’t talk about you. It’s about… our father. But why does he even think you’re into me? Did you ever cheat or something?

Me: No, I swear! I’d never cheat on him! And that’s not what he thought! It has to do with something…. I used to do…..with my….ex. Our relationship was a bit….. weird? However I don’t want to talk about that. I mean, this could get kind of awkward.

Alex: I wish I had met Daniel much earlier…. But yea, I’m used to being misunderstood. I shouldn’t have stayed here, even if you were so nice and offered it to me. I was just surprised because usually no one else trusts me.

Me: That’s just my fault. I should have told him this shit about Tina right away. And Daniel wasn’t always so…. pissed. So much happend… It’s been tough for us. Anyway, you don’t have to be ashamed because you were in juvie. D. & I have done a lot of shit too. Maybe even more than you.

Me: Where were you last night? Did you find the girl who did this to you? I ask because I see you have a black eye.

Alex: I changed my mind, I don’t want to find her. I’m tired, A. Now it’s too late for justice anyway. I served my sentence and maybe that was the best thing that could have happened to me. I went to school there, graduated and even worked and learned a lot over the last two years. And the black eye was…. just a misunderstanding. Don’t worry, I’m fine. And… no matter why I was in for, fact is, I wasn’t innocent.

Me: You violated the law, but honestly? There’s worse. Everyone deserves a second chance and you have served your sentence. But how did you even get into this thing? I mean, you’re a normal guy. You didn’t have a criminal past and you grew up with your mom in a nice home.

Alex: Ask yourself, A. How did you get into drugs? I guess, you just fell in with the wrong crowd.

Alex: I hope Daniel believes that I don’t want to cause you any trouble. We got along well. I really didn’t think he’d get that mad at me.

Me: Maybe he calmed down. This morning he seemed to be ok again. Is there something you need from Daniel or me? You seem so worried.

Alex: No, I just want to sort this out, and my father only told me about Daniel and Tatjana two years ago, as you know. I was an only child, I always wanted siblings. So why did he keep silent for so long? I only had my mother. Still I had it much better than Daniel & Tatiana. But our father could have changed everything for us, he just had to tell me that I have siblings.

Me: Maybe you & Daniel should discuss this with your dad? I mean, this is…. just crazy and chaotic! Your parents should finally clear up all the shit & mess they caused. And as for you and your siblings, everything will be fine! You will see! Daniel will calm down and Tatiana is such a sweet girl. You’ll like her.

Alex: You’re right! And thank you! Thanks for everything. You could have stopped Daniel from meeting me, his unknown brother, who was in jail. And as for that girl, Tina, don’t worry about her. I’m sure she can’t hold a candle to you. And if you still need my help, I’ll help you. But now that Daniel knows, let’s see what he’ll say about that.

Me: Maybe I’m exaggerating about Tina? But if our love was/is just a lie and I’m just a replacement for Tina, I don’t want it anyway. I hope Daniel sees it like you do! However, thanks, A.! That was sweet what you said.

Alex: I’m leaving. I don’t want to trouble you two and there’s nothing between me and her! We just talked about that Tina, that’s all.

Daniel: Who beat you up?… What about your eye?

Alex: Um…. Nothing. I just was …. in the wrong place at the wrong time. And I don’t know what our father told you, but he did the same to my mother as he did to yours. And he was never really there for me, he was visiting twice a year for a short time and then he pissed off again. So, don’t trust him.

Daniel: My mother’s crazy! She thought I was cursed when I was born. So our father left. She scared him and yes he locked her up, because she was a danger to my sister and herself.

Alex: I belive you! And I’m so sorry for that. But he also hurt her. He did the same to my mother. And did you ask him where he’s been all these years? I mean now that you’re 21, he shows up, why? And why didn’t he tell you and your sister about me? Or me about you?

Daniel: Listen! I honestly don’t care where he was. I just wanted to know who this man is. Who’s my biological father, producer. It’s about knowing who I am. But now I don’t need him anymore! I’m an adult. So I don’t give a shit about him. The truth is, my parents are both crazy and I have always known that. That’s nothing new! So it doesn’t stuns or shock me either. But if you need answers, I understand that. And you don’t have to go. My sister called me. She wants to see you. She asked me to let you stay. She’ll be home tomorrow. You and her can ask our father all these questions if you want, but I have other things to take care of rn. Maybe when I get better, we can…. go on.

Alex: You’re not okay? It’s about that… Tina?

Daniel: No, man. I don’t give a fuck about her! Idk exactly what’s going on with me? But I might get an answer in a few days.

I didn’t interfere in the conversation between the two, I just made sure they didn’t start arguing or anything. I wanted Daniel to sort this out with his half-brother.

I felt so sorry for Daniel, Alex and Tatiana. It’s just sad that they didn’t know about each other in all these years. I don’t think this would have changed anything for Daniel & Tatiana but at least for Alex it would have been good to know that he has siblings. And as for Daniel’s dad, if Alex was right, D.’s mom actually told the truth about him. Then I’m not surprised that she was so afraid of him and escape was the only solution for her. Nevertheless, she should never have abandoned her two little kids. And even later what she did to Daniel was just… NOT normal!!! And Lucky, he’s been acting like a stray cat since he was constantly with our neighbors. They also had a cat, but their cat never left their apartment. She didn’t like it, so Lucky was always with our neighbors. So cute, but I missed him sm…..

….But he didn’t leave out his food, he knew exactly when he had to come home.

I was a bit jealous of our neighbors. Just because their cat didn’t leave the apartment, Lucky was with them so often. But our neighbors were so nice. It was an older couple who had no kids. The two invited Daniel & me constantly over to themselves. The woman loved to bake and brought us cake or pie every Sunday. Once the old lady didn’t get her door open, so Daniel helped her. Idk how he did it, but he got her door open. I didn’t make it either, she asked me for help that day. And well, I saw that she has a cat. Her name’s Biene (Bee), so cute and yea, that’s how Lucky & Biene got to know each other.

Me (to Lucky): All right, you little lothario, you’ve had your fun. Tomorrow you can see Biene again. But now go play with Daniel, he needs you! He’s not well.

Daniel was clearly Lucky’s fav person/human. He’s simply his best friend. That’s why I gave Lucky Daniel back, after he left. And yea Daniel wasn’t well at that time, but I’ll explain later. Also, we will meet Tina to sort this out with her. But you’ll see. And between Alex & me was nothing! We just got along well. But when Daniel left and I was so devastated, I almost got hooked again. Alex was trying to help me figure out what was going on with D. and why he left? But Alex didn’t do me good. And…. Nico! You know? I continued writing with him but still didn’t know that Nico was the person with whom I started that…. online friendship. I told N. what happend and…. yea, Nico opend my eyes! He said as long as Alex doesn’t leave, I won’t feel any better.

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[domestick-clairvoyante]

dearest reverie,

i come to you searching for aid about some peculiar dreams i have had as of late, which i have mostly interpreted but would never the less appreciate confirmation about.

two stormy nights ago, i dreamt that i had awoken to all of my plants being cut up and trimmed to harmful ways without my knowing, and there was absolutely nothing i could do about it, not even protest. last night again, i dreamt that i had managed to collect crocodile skulls, but while i looked away, they were stolen by one of my relatives in order to have seeds planted in them for her room. again, i tried to argue and get them back, but i was silenced.

now, i have some idea on what this means. as you know, i have recently undergone surgery and to this day still am almost entirely dependent on other people in order to basically function. it has been the most traumatic event of my life and i have been humiliated and stripped of control in ways i had never thought possible. often, i feel as if i am some exhibition, a zoo animal to gape at, and i feel incredibly uneasy with other people constantly in my room, staring and handling my personal belongings. these dreams seem to be a manifestation of that.

however, i was also curious on why the theme of plants came back. a few weeks ago, i came home to find my watering can have been moved and touched in my absence, so it could be that, but i'm wondering if it goes deeper?

i would love all and any insight you may have, as long as it doesn't bother you.

sending lots of love and wishing you beautiful days,

fern x

p.s. i hope you do not mind me writing with such a haughty accent in my head and peculiar wording in your letterbox; it is only because you phrased these as "letters" and i thought might have some fun with it. you are under no obligation to reply as such.

dearest fern,

thank you for your letter! it’s not a bother at all. and i do not mind the haughty accent one bit, it adds quite a lot of character to the letter itself - which is not only welcome in my letterbox, but also helps with the dream interpretation. i do, however, appreciate the thought <3

i am honoured to be of some aid to your subconscious. it can be difficult to interpret dreams as a whole, mostly because there are so many different meanings and symbols to be gleaned from your dreamscape. so take my interpretation with a grain of salt (as always).

let’s start from the beginning and gather some symbols to use as aids (i used the dictionary of dreams as a resource): 

the plants: you’re right to be curious about the plants! besides plants being things that are evidently important to you, as well as indicators of routine and long-term care, plants in dreams often symbolise growth and slow but steady development. however, you mentioned that the plants that appeared in your dream had been trimmed and cut (unbeknownst to you) in ways that ultimately harmed their growth. 

the (crocodile) skulls: skulls often represent life, death, fear and worry in dreams. however, looking at the context, the skull most likely symbolises fear/worry in this scenario. i’m intrigued about why they were crocodile skulls in particular! :O crocodiles are often depicted as symbols of might and dangerous foes, but they can also symbolise righteousness and tranquility, as well as traits you associate with your character.

the seeds: seeds in dreams usually represent new beginnings and potential. i’d say this is applicable to your dream (you’ll see how i use it later).

the relative (stealing from you): as dreams reflect the goings-on of your daily life, i’d say that said relative stealing from you in the dream reflects your current relationship with this person, and perhaps things you feel about them.

you being silenced: again, this seems like more of a reflection than a tangible symbol. perhaps you feel as though you have no say in what you are experiencing, and that there is a lack of autonomy, freedom, and understanding.

now, let’s put them into context. it sounds like this period has been incredibly traumatic for you (sending all my love <3), and that you have experienced a loss of control, as you have stated. it does seem like these dreams are a manifestation of your general feelings and experiences during this period.

given the context and the symbols, i think that the general theme of your dream surrounds a loss of control and personal autonomy, alongside feelings of interrupted growth and development. you may feel that any hope for potential growth and new beginnings are buried under feelings of fear/worry, and that those around you are causing (or connected to) continued feelings of confinement.

i’m not sure whether you want to use this information to regain your autonomy, or whether you simply wanted some insight, but i would recommend finding small ways to give yourself more freedom (making your bed, making yourself a meal or a drink, doing something creative, just little things <3) or, if you feel comfortable to do so, to speak to your family members about respecting your boundaries.

it’s never nice to have your space intruded upon, much less when you’re dealing with an already stressful situation.

i hope this helps in some way! let me know if you need any further clarification, lovely <3

wishing you all the best and hoping that you feel better soon,

reverie xx

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[dragon-kazansky]

Masquerade with Mads Mikkelsen

Gender neutral reader

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Word count: 2.1K

Notes: Nothing really to note other than Mads is a fool.

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Chapter Two - Welcome home dinner

The rest of the day had been spent up in your room reading and organizing your room a little. Since you were living here now, it was time to make this room your own. You had put the mask from the masquerade party on your bedside so you may admire it whenever you pleased. The mask was a reminder of a memorable night where Mads held you and danced with you, spending a few special moments with you.

You sigh as you sit on the edge of the bed and look at it. If you could trap any moment to play over again and again, it would be that dance. The way he looked at you. The way he smiled at you. The way he spoke to you. Closing your eyes, you wish you could feel that way again.

The knock on your door breaks your momentary daydream. You turn away from the mask and toward the door.

"Come in," you call.

The door opens wide and in steps Ben. You smile as he enters your room. He walks over to where you're sitting and settles beside you.

"Good day?" He asks.

You shrug lightly.

"Not the first day home as I expected, but I've made my room a little bit more of my own," you look around. Ben's gaze follows yours and he smiles. He likes the way you arranged the furniture and decorated the room with the few bits you have in your possession.

"You should take a trip into town and buy some stuff you like. You could really make this place home," Ben suggests.

"I'd love to. Would you take me?" You ask. Ben turns to you and smiles.

"I will if he won't."

"Did you to him?"

"I did."

"And?"

Ben sighs and places an around your shoulders. He pulls you into his side and you rest your head against his shoulder, settling like you did earlier that day.

"I didn't get much in the way of an answer. He was being very closed off with me. I tried to dig a bit, but he gave me a warning. He's a good man, but when he tells me no, I have to listen. He is my master, so to speak," Ben says, feeling bad he couldn't do better for you.

Mads wasn't Ben's master in the sense of turning him, as both of them a pure-blood vampires. Mads took Ben under his wing centuries ago. Ben became Mads right hand man, therefore he call Mads his master. He wouldn't want it any other way.

"I get it. Thank you for trying."

"Anytime," Ben gives you a bit of a squeeze. "Now, are you hungry?"

"Yeah," you nod.

"Come on, dinner will be ready soon. The others will join us. You'll have a great first dinner as a proper resident here," Ben tells you, smiling sweetly at you.

You take Ben's hand and you both get up, leaving your room.

"Will Mads be there?"

Ben falls silent for a moment and glances your way. You can already tell what the answer is.

"I invited him, but we'll see. I'm not sure he's in the mood for fun. I don't know what his deal is, but he's being a fool for being the way he is at the moment."

You nod, dropping your gaze to the floor.

The doors to the dining room are open as you approach. You smile as you get nearer and see some other familiar faces already sitting. As you enter the room, they all look up and smile at you.

"So you're sticking around then?" Oscar asks.

"I am. Sorry, but you're just going to have to deal with it," you grin.

"However will I cope?" He laughs.

Ben guides you over to the seat opposite his. You sit down and watch him take his seat. He winks at you from across the table. You pretend the empty chair at the head of the table, between you both, isn't bothering you.

He isn't here. Though you suppose there is still time.

"Am I not good enough to sit next to now?" Anson asks, laughing.

"Sorry, I've been promoted. I sit higher up the table now," you chuckle.

"Uh oh, the power has gone to their head," Jodie teases.

"What can I say? Making this my home as made me see things in a new light."

They all laugh.

"See, you fit right in," Ben says, smiling at you. You return his smile.

"Yeah. Thank you for making this feel like home to me," you say.

"I shouldn't be the one you thank, but since he's not here, I'll take it. No matter what goes on with him, I promise I have your back from now on," Ben says.

"I really do appreciate it."

The food is brought out and served. Conversation is nice as you all tuck in. Ben keeps you smiling and laughing. Anson shares his ideas for the garden, having basically been given a new slate to work with. Oscar discusses some techniques with you, offering to still be your teacher now that you're staying here. You accept his offer and look forward to more classes with him. Jodie teases those at the table, making you laugh.

This feels like a family dinner.

Dinner is over. Plates empty and removed from the table. No one yet moves. You're all still laughing and chatting. No one at the dining tables realises how much time has passed. You're all enjoying each others company.

Standing on the staircase is Mads. He leans against his cane as he listens from just outside. The doors remain open, so your laughter is clear. He intentionally did not show up. He tells himself because he has a lot of work to do, but really, it's to keep his distance from you. Yet, the pain that shoots through his heart when he hears you laughing with the others is far worse than anything he has ever felt.

He is telling himself he cannot fall in love with you, but the reality is, he already has.

It's far too late now.

Yet, he must not act upon his feelings. You can do far better than him. Mads turns his head away from the direction of the door and makes his way down the rest of the stairs. When he reaches the bottom, his cane taps against the floor. For a moment, the laughter in the dining room stops.

They heard him.

Ignoring the open doors, he walks on, aware that he can be seen as he goes past.

You turn in your chair and peer over your shoulder. Ben looks up, as do the others. All eyes on the door. Mads can be seen walking past. He does not look inside.

It hurts that he won't even spare you a glance.

Once he's out of sight, you sigh and sit back in your chair. Ben turns his eyes to you and reaches for your hand across the table. You look at him.

"What did I do?" You ask him.

"Nothing. You did nothing. I'll figure out what's up with him. I'll demand answers if I have to. Please don't take this out on yourself."

You don't say anything else.

Ben rises from his chair and comes around your side. He kisses your forehead and leaves the room. You try not to look at the others, who must be looking your way. You quietly excuse yourself and leave the room, returning to your room for night.

Oscar, Anson, and Jodie all watch you go. None of them have any idea what's wrong with their master. He has never been this way before.

Ben, with far more determination than last time, trails after Mads. The sound of his cane hitting the floor is a good indication of where he is going. Ben catches him halfway to the drawing room, which Ben finds strange as Mads doesn't often spend time in there. Not since his mother died.

"Will you just talk to me?" Ben demands, raising his voice.

"I told you-"

"No! Don't. They really think they upset you and it's making them sad. Just talk to them, please?" Ben stares at him with sharp eyes.

"I'm trying to keep my distance. You are not helping," Mads glares at him.

"Why did you change all of a sudden? Tell me that."

"It has nothing to do with you."

"I'm making it so. Tell me. Where is the Mads that let them into his home? That brought them here to fight a war they had no idea was going on? That danced with them at the party and looked at them as if they were the only person in the room?" He grins. "Oh. I see it now. Is it so bad to be in love with someone?"

"It is when it's me," Mads warns.

"Are you worried they don't feel the same? I can assure you they do. I see the way they look at you. The way they smile at you. The way they speak to you... when you let them."

"That is exactly what I'm trying to avoid."

Ben furrows his brow. "You're trying to avoid that? I don't understand..."

"I don't want them to fall for someone who will only make the unhappy. My life is miserable, you know that, you live here too."

"You're lonely, I know that. Even with us here, you're lonely. Did you one day hope to have what your parents did? I know I did. I remember your parents. I don't think any two people loved each other more than they did. I used to look up to them for that," Ben smiles.

Mads says nothing.

He remembers vividly. Everywhere he looks in this old place, he sees them. Dancing in the ballroom. His father in his study. His parents walking through the garden. Sitting together at the dining table. Playing with him when he was a boy.

They were happy.

When they were taken from him, his happiness diminished.

"Leave me be," he says, walking away.

Ben lets him go.

Now he knows. He realises what's wrong, but he won't let Mads torture himself this way. Once Mads was out of sight, Ben turned on his heel and went in search for Caine. He needed to have a word with the butler.

You were sitting up in your bed when someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," you call.

The door opens and Ben pokes his head in. You smile and wave him inside. Ben closes the door behind him and stands at the end of your bed.

"Turns out Mads is planning to have his breakfast in his office tomorrow. May I recommend not joining us in the dining hall and taking yours with him?" Ben smiles at you.

"What did he say?"

"Mads believes he is underserving of your affections. Prove him wrong. Spend time with him. I won't say anything to him, so just show up and tell him you're eating with him. He won't kick you out. He might make an excuse to leave, but I'm pretty sure he'll sit there with you."

"He thinks himself unworthy of affection? But he had his house full of friends not that long ago."

"Yeah, he thinks himself unworthy of you, despite inviting you to live here," Ben says.

"He's confusing."

"I know," Ben chuckles. "Now you have a new mission. Win him over. Win his heart."

"I wouldn't go that far, Ben," you laugh.

"Why not? You're already falling for him, aren't you?"

You fall silent as you look at him. Are you? Your heart rate increasing would tell you yes. The fact that you decided to stay here for him would also tell you yes. You smile softly.

"See. Spend time with him."

"Alright. I'll have my breakfast with him in his office," you say.

Ben smiles sweetly at you, "I'll have Caine organise the rest then. Sleep well."

"And you."

Ben leaves your room, and leaves you with your thoughts. You sit there, eyes ahead, mind racing with thoughts. Yes, it was quite easy for you to say while alone that you probably were falling in love with him. It's so easy to.

But if he didn't share those feelings, you wouldn't push it. If Mads really felt this was wrong, you would think up another plan. Perhaps Michael or Lauren will let you move in with them. Both of them had a spare room going now.

Sleep did not come easy to you that night.

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[ericac318]

A Stakeout

Summery: Things get a little boring while Luke and Robin are watching their latest suspect. A one-shot that takes place before my story Multiple Entanglements

Robin turned in her seat, fighting boredom while keeping Luke from noticing. They’d only been working together for six months and she didn’t want to look bad in front of a legend.

“Are you alright, Agent Carter?” he inquired, “How long has it been since you took part in a stakeout?” he added.

She nodded, “I’m great. I just wish I’d brought a book or maybe some word searches,” she admitted, looking away from his gaze, afraid she’d see judgment on his face.

“This type of work is about patience,” Luke began, “I looked at your scores from the Farm. You excelled in these situations. Almost all of your instructors complimented your composure. Is there something else going on?”

Robin didn’t want to admit that part of her problem was that she was distracted by her feelings for him. She knew from her team that he was working on winning his ex-wife back so there was no point in pursuing her interests. She needed to think of a quick lie.

She shrugged, “I think I’m just a little bit intimidated by you. Roo and Aldon are always talking about how many amazing things you’ve done. I’m not sure I belong on this team,” she told a half-truth, causing Luke to shake his head.

“There’s no need,” he replied his tone tender, “You earned your place on this team. Are you sure that’s the only thing bothering you?” He was giving her another chance, to be honest.

Robin took a deep breath, “You’re right, there is something else, but I really don’t want to talk about it. I hope that’s alright?”

Luke nodded, even though he already knew what was on her mind. Roo had told him that Robin had feelings for him because she’d noticed that he was attracted to her. “You have every right to keep whatever it is to yourself. If you change your mind, we have all night,” he offered before silence resumed between them.

A few hours passed before Robin couldn’t handle the tension that was building between them, for another second. 

“Ok, I’ll tell you what’s bothering me,” she burst out, “But, if things get awkward then we pretend I never spoke, deal?”

Luke gave a simple nod as his response. 

She took that as a go-ahead before she started explaining, “I am not usually unprofessional like this. I need to make that clear.” She swallowed before continuing, “I tried to ignore these feelings but I haven’t been able to. I am into you, Luke Brunner, like deeply. The reason that I’m having such a hard time during this stakeout is because of that and also because I can think of some fun ways for us to pass the time…” She let her words linger in the air, hoping she didn’t just ruin a brand new relationship, no matter how things shook out.

Luke didn’t answer right away as he thought over his words. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke, “If you’d told me this two, or even three, months ago, I would have told you that I am still devoted to my ex-wife and that we couldn’t have any kind of future. However, after working with you, I can confirm that I have developed feelings for you two. I’m not sure what you mean when we say we could make this stakeout more fun, but I would like to take you out on a date after the mission is complete,” he confessed.

“I would really like that,” Robin replied as her lips curled into a mischievous smile, “I was kind of thinking that I could scratch the itch now, though. I’m very aware that you’re old-fashioned, but we could have a lot of fun while we wait on our target to make a move,” she added as she moved onto her knees on her seat, angling herself to face him while she placed her hand on his thigh.

He nearly held his breath to hide his reaction to her touch, “If we do this, we need to keep it quiet. Even if some of the team know we have feelings for each other, they can never know that we’re acting on them. Can you do that?”

“Of course, I’m a spy,” she said before she inched her hand further up his thigh until she reached the obvious bulge in his jeans. “Are you sure you want to move forward and have our nice first date later?”

Luke let out a hiss as he felt her start rubbing him through his pants, “I’m sure,” he agreed as he started to pull her over onto his lap before his expression took on a look of confusion at her shaking her head.

“I have a very specific idea,” she whispered, leaning in toward his ear, “One of us has to keep watch,” she added as she undid his belt first and then moved to undo his jean.

A guttural groan escaped his lips as she grasped him in her hand before she started to move up and down, painfully slowly, ensuring he was ready.

After Luke released a few frustrated moans, Robin took pity on him and removed her hand, replacing it with her mouth. She ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip before she engulfed him between her lips, smiling as she felt his hand grasping her hair.

With each small noise and grunt Luke made, Robin felt herself getting wetter but she resisted the urge to touch herself, too consumed with him.

He surprised her when he suddenly removed her mouth from her, hosting her onto his lap until she was straddling him. “I don’t want our first time to be about just me,” he whispered as he ran his hand up her leg until he could move her panties to the side, allowing her to adjust before she sank down on him.

She moaned as she felt his fingers dig into her hips before she started moving up and down on him, both of them already close. 

“I can’t wait for our first real date,” she nearly yelled out as she felt her orgasm take over, forcing herself to keep moving. She could feel him starting to twitch as she clenched around him and knew he wouldn’t be far behind. 

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