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starkwlkr · 3 days
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miss honey | sebastian vettel
dad!sebastian x female reader
no part 2
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“Papa! I have a new teacher!”
The school had already sent out an email letting parents know that the students were being thought by a new teacher. Ever since his daughter knew of the teacher, she had been counting down the days until she could meet her and finally today was the day.
“Remember, we have to be kind to her and all the other kids, okay?” Sebastian reminded her as they walked hand in hand to her classroom. The little girl nodded with a smile on her face.
They finally made it to her classroom and saw several parents with their kids already inside. The Vettel girl let go of her father’s hand and excitedly ran to the table where her friends were. Sebastian wasn’t sure what the new teacher looked like so he just stood to the side admiring the artwork of the kids that was stapled to the cork boards.
“It was very nice to meet you, Mr. Cooper.” A sweet voice caught Sebastian’s attention. It was coming from outside of the classroom so he poked his head out to see what was going on. At the same time, you had entered the classroom causing you to bump into each other. “Oh! I’m so sorry!”
“No, it’s my fault. That’s what I get for being nosey. I’m sorry.” Sebastian apologized. “Do you know who the new teacher is? My daughter is excited to meet her.”
You smiled. “Well I’m more excited to meet her. Where is she?”
“You’re the new teacher?”
“Is that surprising?”
Sebastian nervously chuckled. “No, not at all. I was just . . . Schatz! Come meet your new teacher.” The little girl came running to her father.
“Hello, my father told me you’re excited to meet me.” You bent down to her height. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Emma.” The girl replied shyly.
“Emma, you have a very lovely name. I have a feeling we’re going to be great friends.”
Sebastian couldn’t help but smile at the interaction. He already took a liking to you. He stayed with Emma for a bit while you greeted other parents and their kids. While Emma colored in her journal, a dad of Emma’s friend had gotten Sebastian’s attention.
“New teacher is hot, right? I’ll have to drop off my kid more often now.” He said, keeping his eyes on your body. “God, she knows what she’s doing. Look at that ass—”
“We’re in a classroom, there’s kids around us. It’s inappropriate, especially when she’s the one teaching our kids.” Sebastian interrupted.
“What? You’re acting as if you wouldn’t sleep with her. Whatever, she’ll definitely put out for me.” He then walked towards you as you finished another conversation with a mom. Sebastian watched as he tried to talk his way into getting your number.
The German could see the discomfort in your face so he quickly made his way towards you. “It’s getting late, shouldn’t you be going to your office?” Sebastian told the rude man.
“I’m the boss, Vettel, I can go in whenever I want.” He replied.
“Last I heard, your boss was thinking of firing you because you got drunk and ran over a road sign and you called him in the middle of a meeting so he could bail you out.”
You could feel the tension between the men. All you wanted to do was start your first day.
“You’re really not that funny.” He said as he left the classroom.
“Wasn’t trying to be.” Sebastian mumbled. “Sorry about him, he’s an idiot.”
“I could tell. .” You gasped when you realized what you just said. “Oh god, please don’t tell anyone I said that.”
“Your secret is safe with me.”
Ever since your first interaction with Sebastian, you couldn’t help but think about him often. You knew it was wrong, but he was just so charming. It was one sided at all. Emma would sometimes bring you a little gift with a note attached in Sebastian’s handwriting. You didn’t know what exactly he did for work, you assumed it was a job that required him to travel a lot since Emma would bring different souvenirs from different countries. His notes were always short and sweet, it made you melt inside.
It was a chilly day and you were almost done with class. The kids were packing their backpacks and cleaning up their areas while you helped some students.
“Does anyone have questions about their homework?” You asked your class.
“No, miss l/n!” They replied.
“Miss l/n? I have a question, but it’s not about the homework . . .” Emma raised her hand from her seat.
You nodded and walked over to her table. “What’s your question, Emma?”
“Well . . My papa is retiring and i was wondering if you want to come with us to his last race?” Emma asked.
“Race? Your papa races?” You were confused, but then it all made sense. The gift from different countries, why Emma’s grandparents were the ones the drop her or pick her up off most of the time.
“Yeah, but he’s retiring. He has four world championships!” Emma put up four fingers. “Can you come with us? Please!”
“Emma, I’m not sure. What if your papa doesn’t want me there? We can talk about this another day.” You tried to dismiss the topic, but the little girl wasn’t giving up.
“That’s not true because my papa always talks about you to his teammate and his friends and everyone who works with him and I heard him say he wants to invite you to the race. One time he called you Miss Honey.” Emma said.
You were sure you were blushing at the thought of Sebastian calling you Miss Honey. It wasn’t the first time you were called that, but knowing Sebastian did made you smile.
“Well I’ll have to talk to your papa when he comes to pick you up.” You said. The Vettel girl nodded.
You took the kids to the entrance of the school where all the parents picked them up from and noticed Sebastian immediately. He waved at you instantly. You waved back, already feeling butterflies in your stomach from that tiny interaction. You then helped the kids find their parents and kept other kids company since they were waiting for their parents to show up.
“Miss l/n! My papa wants to ask you something!” Emma came up running to you, dragging Sebastian by his hand. “Ask her papa!”
The older man just laughed. “I will, just be patient. Um . . So I was wondering if you would like to attend my last race as a Formula 1 driver.”
“Emma did mention you raced.” You said. “She also mentioned you talk about me to your colleagues and call me Miss Honey.”
“Did she?” Sebastian looked down at his daughter, who innocently smiled. “I apologize if that made you uncomfortable—”
“It’s cute. Not the first time I’ve been called that actually.”
Emma couldn’t wait any longer for your answer. “So you’ll go see my papa race?!”
“Emma, be patient.” Sebastian told her.
You looked at her with a smile. “I think it would be lovely to see your papa race.”
Thank god for Emma Vettel and her impatience.
The last race of the Formula 1 season was here. It was a very emotional weekend for many since they would be saying goodbye to the great Sebastian Vettel. He had been receiving lots of kind messages and gifts from fans and supporters from all over the world.
It was the morning of Abu Dhabi Grand Prix and you were feeling a lot of emotions. On the way to the track, Emma had given you her version of how a race worked. You listened to her all the way to the track with Sebastian sometime reminding her of a few things she missed. Finally, you made it to the paddock entrance where photographers were waiting for the arrival of Sebastian.
“Papa, there’s a lot.” Emma said once she noticed the amount of photographers waiting.
“You’ll be okay, sweetheart. You can hold my hand until we get inside, okay?” You assured Emma. Sebastian saw how Emma felt safe with you. You truly were a real life Miss Honey.
Eventually, the three of you had to make your way to the entrance so you held onto Emma’s hand and stayed close to Sebastian. While Sebastian got caught up with taking photos and singing autographs for fans, Emma showed you around. She pointed at several buildings and told you that those were the team motorhomes.
“Sorry about that, come on let’s continue.” Sebastian caught up with you and Emma.
“It’s alright, Emma is a very good guide. She’s very smart.” You reply.
You all made your way to the Aston Martin garage where Sebastian insisted on showing you around. Even though Emma had already been to multiple races over the years, she always acted surprised when she saw her father’s car. You couldn’t help but take a photo of Emma being put inside Sebastian’s car for the final time.
“This is amazing. I can’t believe you never told me this was your job.” You said to Sebastian as you both watched Emma joke around with Sebastian’s race engineer.
“You never asked.” He joked. “It means a lot to Emma that you’re here . . and to me. Thank you.”
“I’m happy to be here.”
Soon came the race. You and Emma watched from the Aston Martin garage. You weren’t sure what was happening, but you were happy to be there to support Sebastian. When the checkered flag came out, Emma explained to you that her father had finished in the points. You, Emma and the Aston Martin team cheered.
It felt like forever trying to reunite with Sebastian, but you kept Emma entertained by playing I spy.
“I spy with my little eye something . . . Red!” You said.
Emma looked around then spotted Charles walking with Max. “It’s Charles!”
“You got it!”
Now it was Emma’s turn. “I spy with my little eye . . Papa!” She yelled, the game of i spy already forgotten since Sebastian was back in the garage. Emma ran to her father and gave him a big hug.
“Did you have fun?” Sebastian questioned.
“Yeah, miss l/n and I were playing I spy and I won.” Emma replied. “Can we go home?”
Sebastian looked at you. “Let’s go home.” He nodded, content with his new life.
After your return home, you saw Sebastian more often. He even volunteered for bake sales, school fundraisers and career day. The kids loved seeing his helmet and racing suit, you were pretty sure it made all the other parents jealous.
It was a nice sunny day when Sebastian had asked you to dinner. It took some convincing, but you accepted. He took you to a restaurant that had a beautiful view and a lot of pretty colorful flowers. As you were talking about a bookstore you wanted to visit, a bee that joined you. While most people were afraid of bees and tried to run away from them, you adored them.
“Five eyes, six legs.” You admired the insect.
“Emma thinks I’m crazy for talking to bees. I tell her that bees are important.” Sebastian said.
“Yeah, I do remember her telling me that you talk to the bees. I thought she was joking.” You chuckled. “I had the kids to a project about bees and Emma said you were planning to make insect hotels?” Soon all you and Sebastian could talk about what his upcoming new project.
After your date, Sebastian drove you home. You honestly didn’t want the date to end, but you had homework that needed grading. What a way to spend a Friday night, but you enjoyed it. You found grading papers very therapeutic.
“I’ll see you at school?” Sebastian wondered.
“Sure.” You laughed. “Before I forget.” You leaned forward and pressed your lip’s against his. It was sweet like honey. After you pulled away, Sebastian couldn’t wipe off the smile from his face.
“Goodnight, miss honey.”
“Goodnight, bee man.”
2023
Time skip brought to you by all my seb pictures from pinterest
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missl/n_ bee man in his natural habitat 🐝 thanks for bringing me along 🖤
mickschumacher come back soon!!
missl/n_ i’ll try! my kids need their teacher 😉
sebastianvettel the bees thank you, miss honey 🍯
missl/n_ i love you, bee man 🐝
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tddyhyck · 3 days
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what’s your fantasy? [ z.cl ]
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pairings ⇢ chenle x afab!reader
word count ⇢ 2.9k
warnings ⇢ 18+, smut, pee/omorashi, established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, no foreplay, kink discussion, kink discovery, spanking, riding, unprotected sex/creampie, pet names (baby/puppy), foot fetish (mentioned), drinking
playlist ⇢ smoothie_nct dream / water_ten / water_tyla
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a/n ⇢ i wrote this in less than 24 hrs pls be kind 😭😭 also i think i might do a bonus/part 2 lemme know if you’re interested
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you weren’t really sure when chenle started being more obsessed with your liquid intake, maybe a month ago or so? he’d always been the first to say you were dehydrated if you didn’t feel good. he would pour you a glass of water and pat your head waiting for you to down the glass. he’d call you a good puppy and have that smug little grin when you started to feel better.
but lately. lately he’s been almost trying to drown you. he’d bring you fancy juices to try or make cocktails for you after dinner. and you didn’t mind, you definitely didn’t mind being spoiled. maybe that’s all it was, a new way to spoil you.
chenle did know when it started. he could pinpoint the exact moment the switch flipped. it was almost 4 months ago since it happened and he felt crazy for being obsessed but he couldn’t help it.
it had been a long day of shopping for christmas gifts, spending way to much time on your feet carrying bags and boxes around. finally when you had both checked everything off your lists he decided to take you to a cocktail lounge somewhere you both could relax and unwind. he mainly went because you had been talking about trying this place out. he wasn’t planning on drinking and didn’t think you would get a drunk as you did but you were slurring and leaning on him as you walked to the car together that night.
it was windy and blowing your skirt up making you giggle as you leaned into him.
“hold m- hold my h-and,” you hiccuped holding your hand to him and he grabbed it while tightening his arm around your waist as you walked.
“i think you had a little too much, baby,” he sighed, opening the car door for you. you pouted up at him with hair in your eyes and something made his heart ache with how pretty you looked.
“nope i want you,” you slurred, poking his chest. “to make me a dirty martini.” you hiccuped but wagged your eyebrows as best you could.
“how about i make you an ice water,” he grinned as you got in the passenger seat. you pouted at him your legs were spread as the wind blew your skirt showing your panties. he raised an eyebrow as you groaned about wanting a martini before shutting the door and hurrying to the driver's seat.
when he got in you were still talking about the martini and doing a poor job of begging him to make one. he let you ramble as he started the car and pulled onto the street towards home.
“pleaseee - pretty extra please make me one,” you were grabbing his arm now.
“no can do, baby i’m making you a nice big crisp glass of water and you are going to drink it all for me,” he told you, coming to a stop light. suddenly this reminded you of the overwhelming need to pee.
“i need to pee,” you whined.
“can you hold it baby, we're almost home,” he said, eyeing you from his seat.
“gotta go so bad,” you whimpered, reaching your hand between your legs to cup yourself hoping to keep yourself from going. chenle had to pull his eyes away from you the desperation in your voice made him tingle for some reason. but he couldn’t focus on that, he needed to get you home. he heard you whispering to yourself that you could hold it, you could do it. your leg was bouncing and your left hand was gripping his arm, the nails digging in.
“it’s okay baby, we’re almost there,” he soothed, running his hand over your shaking leg. he hadn’t realized that he was practically speeding but he was already pulling into the parking deck finding the closest spot to the door. he got out quickly running to your side and helping you out before dragging you into the building. he hastily pressed the elevator button as if it would come faster. eventually it dinged and he rubbed your hand as the door closed.
“i can’t i can’t i can’t,” you moaned, bouncing beside him one hand between your legs. your knees were weak and you felt yourself squatting beside chenle while you pressed your legs tightly together.
“so close baby, just a little more,” he said, pulling you back up to stand just as the doors opened. you both ran down the hall and chenle typed in the passkey as fast as he could before pushing the door open. you barreled in kicking your heels off before running to the bathroom not even worrying to shut the door. but then just as relief washed over you, you realized your mistake.
“fuck no, fuck,” you whined, holding your skirt up as hot piss dripped out of your panties.
“you okay,” chenle said before stopping and staring. your wet eyes looked up at him tears of embarrassment slipped down your hot cheeks.
“shhh, it’s okay,” he walked over to you rubbing your back as you pressed your face against him. you were still peeing it felt hot pressed against you in your ruined panties.
“it’s so,” you sniffed. “embarrassing,” you cried into his stomach.
“it’s okay baby. it’s just you and me,” he said, petting your head before tilting your chin to him. “don’t cry.” he leaned down and kissed your forehead. you had finally stopped peeing and chenle helped you up and out of your soaked panties and with the rest of your clothes before getting you into the shower.
he let you shower before taking your soiled clothes to the laundry. he felt more embarrassed by the fact that he got hard while watching you pee and knowing you wet your panties made him even crazier. he didn’t let you know he had gotten off with the image of you holding your skirt up and filling your panties.
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that was when it started for him.
he wasn’t really doing it on purpose. well he kinda sorta was. he liked spoiling you but spoiling you with the chance of you pissing yourself was a bonus. and you weren’t complaining about it so it was probably fine right? he definitely wasn’t telling you that was what he wanted he wasn’t even sure if you remembered, but it was all he thought about he’s fucked you in those same panties 10 fold imagining you filling them before he presses into you getting his cock warm and wet with every thrust.
you had wondered why he had been fucking you in your panties he normally wanted you completely bare for him. you didn’t mind it though you liked how animalistic it seemed, he couldn’t even wait for you to be naked before he ravaged you.
today wasn’t any different, chenle had come home with a new fruity drink for you to try. and you didn’t hesitate to gulp it down because it was undeniably delicious. he smirked at you across the bar as he stirred food in a pan, the straw in your mouth as you casually slurped the purple liquid.
“do you like it?”
“mhmm, so sweet,” he smiled down at the cutting board.
“why are you getting me so many drinks lately?” you asked with the straw between your teeth.
“i just see stuff and it makes me think of you,” he said nonchalantly.
“you’re just the cutest,” you sigh, looking at him dreamily and he rolled his eyes playfully.
“gotta keep you hydrated, baby.”
“unhuh,” you eyed him curiously as the last of your drink bubbled through the straw making you pout. he watched you at the sound.
“what,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender.
“are you sure that’s why?”
“why else would i be buying you a drink?”
“i dunno, you just look guilty.” you raised an eyebrow feigning seriousness. but somehow what you said made him feel guilty.
you didn’t dig any deep or tease him anymore, just watched him cook before setting the table and eating with him. you did eye the large glass of water he poured you along with a glass of wine.
that night you and chenle talked, sharing the last of the wine while you snuggled on the couch.
“what’s something you want me to do but you’re too shy to ask?” you looked at him before downing the rest of your wine before setting the glass on the table.
“you do everything i like and want. but i,” you sigh looking down.
“hmm” he questions.
“i like when you use your feet on me. i’m not saying i’m a foot obsessed person. but i just like the way it makes me feel powerless with you,” you started off strong but finished shyly.
“baby just say you want me to step on you,” he laughed lightly. you whined into his neck shaking your head.
“maybe a little,” you whisper.
“you’re so naughty,” he groaned, leaning his head back as his hand slid up your ass.
“what’s your fantasy? what can i do for you?” you asked, peeking up at him while you fiddled with the hem of his shirt. chenle gulped.
“don’t take this the wrong way. but i want you.” he paused.
“tell me i wanna do it,” you said eagerly. he leaned closer lips grazing your ear.
“pee on me,” he whispered. you gawked, taken aback by what he said. you were sure it would be something less, messy. but it almost made sense for him.
“is this why you’ve been getting me drinks,” you laugh.
“maybe,” he looks away. “but i like spoiling you too.”
“what made you want me to, you know.”
“do you remember when you almost pissed yourself a few months ago?” you groaned covering your face. “nuhuh.” he pulled your hand away and stared at you. “it was so hot you were so desperate and needy, fuck. just thinking about it.” he grabbed your hand bringing it over his already hard cock. you gasped before biting your lip looking up at him innocently.
“please,” he whispered to you.
“it’s so embarrassing.”
“i like it when you’re shy and embarrassed. such a pretty puppy.” he knew what he was doing using puppy to get you to cave. and you wanted to and now talking about pee made you realize how badly you needed to. so you were shifting on him before he pulled you onto his lap. you whined feeling his cock press into you.
“you need to stop wearing these flimsy little skirts,” he said, flipping up the material peeking at your dampening panties.
“and these cute little panties.” his fingers grazed the material and you knew he could feel the wetness because now he was smirking at you.
“you know you make it seem like you don’t want to but you’re so wet, puppy.” you whimpered, bringing your hands to cover your face but he pulled them away. one hand holding your wrist and the other gripping you hips.
“feel how hard you make me,” he moaned as he grinded against you, his hard cock pressing against his zipper. you stayed quiet but moved your hands to release him from his jeans. he watched and you delicately unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans before tenderly gripping his cock letting the head poke out of the waistband of his boxers.
“need you,” you whimper, your hand still fisting at his cock as precum beaded at the tip.
“how bad,” he asked, looking up at you curiously. his fingers teased along the hem of your panties and you wanted him to shove his hand in and touch you.
“so bad.” he smirks at you, fingers dragging down to graze your clothed clit, making you quiver.
“i know you need to go. been filling you up all night for this.” you whined, looking away from him.
“hmm, gonna piss on my cock baby?” you whimpered. you did need to go but you really didn’t want to make a mess.
“lemme,” you mumbled, standing up on weak knees and pulling his jeans down his legs, leaving him in his boxers and tshirt. he looked like a god, leaning back, staring at you with this look of power on his face that made you feel so weak. he groaned when you straddled him and rubbed yourself against his cock.
“don’t make me,” you whined. “so embarrassing.”
“but you need to go so bad, baby,” he replied, pressing a hand against your tummy, making you pull your legs together around him.
“i need to but i can hold it,” you say mainly to yourself.
“just fuck me i can hold it,” you blubber tugging at his boxers ready to pull your panties aside and let him fill you up.
“you really think you can hold it while i fill up your pretty little cunt,” he teases, fingers tickling under your shirt and up your chest. you nodded harshly.
“i can i can do it.” you yelped when his fingers tweaked your nipple bending forward pressing your hands on his chest. he smirked up at you as his thumb brushed your hard nipple, his nails grazing the sensitive skin.
“so if i hold you like this,” he says, moving his hand down to press against your tummy while the other holds your hips in place. you’re squirming when he says, “ while i fuck you, you can hold it?”
“hnngh, wanna hold it. wanna be good and hold it,” you slipped deeper the need to go overwhelming you.
“let go puppy,” you whimpered. not realizing you were but when you felt the familiar warmth you sobbed grabbing at yourself to stop. and you did hold yourself back from letting it all go. you couldn’t see the large wet spot in your panties or feel the way it had started to drip out. but chenle did, he could feel the warm liquid slowly dribble onto his cock making precum pump out of his cock.
“no, no no,” you whined. chenle pressed your tummy again.
“you’re such a good puppy. let go for me.” he groaned.
“want your cock, i can - let me - i can hold it,” you whimper, pulling his waistband down letting his cock free beneath you. lifting your hips as you pulled your panties to the side before sinking down with a groan.
“fuck puppy,” he moaned, leaning his head back but keeping his eyes on you. you did your best to bounce on his cock but you were so full your legs were quivering.
“so full,” you mewled, he reached up pushing your hair out of your face before gripping your hips and fucking back into you harshly. you felt like you would burst any second you couldn’t tell if it was from the need to pee or the need to come. you held your hand over your clit rubbing circles as chenle watched you.
“so fucking good holding it for me, puppy.” he stared at you listening to the sounds of skin slapping filling the room along with your whimpers. watching your lashes flutter against your cheeks and one hand gripping his shirt the other circling your clit. you looked so fucked out so perfect for him.
“so pretty baby, all for me.” you whined down at him, your arms feeling weak from holding your body up.
“so much. can’t hold it.”
“let go, puppy,” he said, pounding into you hard and fast. you couldn’t do it anymore couldn’t hold it in so you let go. relaxing as you let the warmth pour out of you. chenle stared between you watching the hot piss gush from you onto his skin making him groan. your fingers still circled your clit making the liquid squirt onto his chest and stomach and he felt so close to the edge.
“such a good, puppy, so good. so fucking good.” he found himself gripping you tighter and fucking you harder your cunt pulsing around him.
“so close,” you whined, working your hand faster, your stomach full of pleasure instead of the pressure. the mix of release and the building orgasm was too much.
“cum for me, pup,” chenle moaned, thrusting into you faster. you groaned at his words letting your orgasm flood over you, pee still pouring from you as your legs shook and cunt tightened around chenle.
“fuck,” he cursed as he came a moment later filling you up with hot cum. your cunt still pulsing around him as he finished. he stared up at you seeing the last dribbles of pee drip onto him as you slowly continued to rubbed your clit. your hair was a complete mess and your eyes closed and he loved it and wanted it forever.
“you’re so fucking hot,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over your hips.
“it’s so messy,” you finally said, opening your eyes looking at the puddle on your couch.
“lemme see?” he asked, lifting you up off of his cock. he quickly spun you a hand on your back to bend over so he could see your messy cunt. your hands held yourself up as he leaned forward gripping your cheeks pulling them apart to see your puffy hole watching the cum drip out.
“so fucking sexy,” he smirked slapping his hand on your ass making you whine.
“it’s so messy,” you say, turning back to face him.
“but you liked it,” he grins, making you nod shyly.
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unluckilyimnot · 3 days
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hihihihihihihihihi HOW r uUUuUuuu,u think u could take this request?😭 it’s about Sae, idk…imagine Y/N being flirted by her co-worker? Like he starts sending her gifts and all. How Sae would react?
if his s/o was flirted with - i.sae
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note: hiii thank you so much for your request <3 here's a little hc for you !
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I don’t think he’s the type to get jealous easily bc damn the man that he is but he would be pissed off easily
you didn’t really mention it at first because you thought your colleague was only being nice
but he overheard a conversation on the phone with one of your friend and colleague and he didn’t hesitate to ask about it
“you were hiding it from me ?” yes you were because he would get salty but now you had to deal with it – and you can’t say that
you lose count how many time he rolled his eyes
“he’s just being nice” is your favorite answer even if you had to tell him how he brings you foods sometimes, to thank you
he’s suspicious, picture him lifting his eyebrows in a “are you for real” way, but you know what, that’s fine, you’re amazing it’s normal that people wants to be around you
but he still prepares your meal EVERYDAY since he heard about it. even if he has to stay up later than he should to do so and messed up his sleep schedules that is so dear to him 
sae does got a little more clingy in a way
he’s kinda trying harder as if, first, he needed too when he already does a lot for you, and second as if your colleague even had a chance with you
he’s less annoying, he jokes around less and is more cuddly 
he tries to spend more time with you even if he already does his best with his schedules 
he had take you to way too many date since you mention it, but you try to not bring it up because you know he would be sulky and never admit it 
but deep down you’re reallyyyy amused by the fact that he still tries to win you over someone you already doesn’t stand a chance
anyway, he tolerates it for a while, not that he asks much about nor do you talk about it, it’s not important for you either and he’s not being pushy
but if he does, that’s another story
i’m not saying he comes at work to blow that poor man’s face, but nearly
if he’s really not smart and send you a gift to your place and Sae falls on it at the entrance just know it ruined his day and that he’s now ready to make that poor man’s life feels like hell itself 
he would waits for you to come home before throwing it away, to say that he’s pissed is an understatement 
don’t mention it if he ever bringed you gifts or flowers at work ‘cause Sae would do his best to get him fired in one way or another 
he knows his worth and that being that angry at someone hitting on you means nothing compare to your relationship 
honestly be prepare to see him at your work to make things clear when he’s free because he will not let that pass like you do, he’s too prideful for that 
he’s not grabbing him by his shirt because he’s a respectful man but he will say the worse things heard on earth to that guys
you’re not flirting with his s/o 
“Know your place. Do that one more time and I won’t be that kind.” 
he’s acting up but the same night he’s all clingy and stuff, he won’t let you go even if he just cleared the situation 
he’s rather confident that he won’t happen again, yet he’s still a little bother in a corner of his mind, but you brush it off easily with a thank you and few kisses hihi 
he makes sure to ask about it as days pass to be sure that he doesn’t happen again but also make sure that your honest with him 
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Adoration - T. R.
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A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so I figured I’d post it. It’s unedited and my first time writing a sex scene so please be nice 💛 No use of Y/N. Reader is Dumbledore’s daughter
CW: Angst, so much angst; religious trauma, I guess?; Dumbledore bashing; mentions of devils; mentions of past physical abuse; trauma related to masturbation; crying, nausea, shame, and self-hatred related to masturbation; hurt/comfort kinda; praise kink; uhhh I think that’s it. Please let me know if I missed anything!!!
Does contain mature content so NO MINORS PLEASE!!! Just keep scrolling!!
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Tom hated Dumbledore. The professor reminded him too much of the priests at the orphanage. The ones who smile and pretend to be your friend, but are never there when you truly need it.
Tom hated Dumbledore. The way he so obviously played favorites while blatantly denying doing so. Slughorn was an annoying professor, but at least he admitted to his favorites.
Tom hated Dumbledore. The way the man looked as if he knew something Tom didn’t. It got under his skin; made him itch with discomfort.
But no matter how much Tom hated Dumbledore, he hated his daughter more.
You’d been his first true connection to the wizarding world. You’d been there that first day, when Dumbledore had come to visit Tom in the orphanage.
You’d stood quiet and docile as Dumbledore told Tom about his magic. Tom had listened, of course. But it wasn’t until he was alone with you later that he truly believed.
You’d sat on the edge of his rickety bed, while your father had gone to discuss things with the orphanage nuns.
“They call me a freak,” Tom had said quietly. “They say I’m possessed by the devil.”
You’d looked at him. You, with your lovely wide eyes and sweet trusting smile. “What’s a devil?” You’d asked, so earnestly. “Your magic is special. See? I can do it too.”
You’d held out your hand, concentrating. A small flower had bloomed in your palm, sprouting from nowhere. And Tom had finally believed.
Believed you and your stupid smile. Your darling sweet manner. Your soft-spoken words.
All the things he despised about you now.
Despised… and adored.
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Tom could not get you out of his head. You haunted him. Hounded him. It was maddening.
Every morning you’d smile so sweetly at him. You’d laugh or say something silly and inconsequential. And it would stick in Tom’s head all day long.
He couldn’t stand it!
You were nothing compared to him. He was Tom Riddle, the newly discovered Heir of Slytherin! The future ruler of the wizarding world! Voldemort!
You were the daughter of a half-witted buffoon who’d abandoned Tom as soon as he’d gotten to Hogwarts.
And yet, he could not get you out of his head.
Like now.
He’d been in the library, trying to study peacefully when you’d approached him with that smile of yours. You’d needed his help getting a book down.
Of course he helped; he could never truly end up saying no to your smile. Just another fact he hated.
But he’d stood too close to you while getting down the book, and he’d accidentally brushed up against you.
And now he was in his room, angrily trying to will the erection you’d unknowingly given him away.
It doesn’t work. Not after five minutes, not after ten. The memory of your blush and sweet smile was too much.
Tom can’t stand this. He has a meeting with one of his teachers in an hour!
So there’s only one thing to do.
Tom settles back into his bed, exhaling heavily. This has rarely been a pleasurable experience for him. The nuns at Wool’s were strict in their devotion to chastity. Even with the boys.
Tom’s been beaten more times than he can count after being caught trying to get some relief. So he avoids it until absolutely necessary.
And now he’s having to do it, all because of your horrendous smile.
Tom unbuckles his pants, glancing at the door to double check it’s locked. It is.
Tom takes his time pulling out his cock. Rushing feels too much like being back at the orphanage.
He grimaces at the sight. Too many bad memories are associated with what he’s about to do.
With a deep breath, Tom closes his eyes and clears his mind and wraps a hand around his cock.
The self-loathing hits after the first few moments. It’s strong enough that he falters, wanting to vomit.
But the need for release is stronger than his hatred. He continues on, swallowing down his nausea.
Every moment is like torture. His mind conjuring hateful words about himself, while his body aches with pleasure.
He starts to cry; silent tears pooling in his eyes. It’s too much. The hatred. The disgust and shame.
Just as he’s about to let go and give up, a new thought enters his mind. A smile…
His frenzied mind attaches itself to the thought like a rabid dog. Before he can even comprehend the switch, Tom’s breath is taken away.
There you are, in his mind. Sitting at the edge of his bed, smiling.
He stills immediately, but your smile isn’t mocking. It’s… peaceful.
“Silly boy,” you murmur, in his mind. “What are you so worked up about?”
Tom swallows, shaking. “You,” he whispers.
You laugh, soft and teasing. The sound makes Tom ache.
In his mind, you reach out, fingers feather soft. You grasp his cock, that ever-infuriating smile on your face.
“Silly boy,” you coo. “It’s as easy as this.”
As your imaginary hand glides along his cock, his own hand does the same. Tom whimpers. It feels incredible.
He starts to speed up, panting as your imagined self murmurs encouragements to him.
“That’s it,” you whisper to him. “That’s my good boy.”
“Your good boy,” he repeats, breathless.
You laugh again, your voice so achingly soft. And Tom cums so hard his ears ring.
He hunches over, gasping for breath. You’re gone now. His thoughts flit around aimlessly. What had just happened?
He lies back, gazing up at the ceiling in shock. He’d just— You’d— You.
He’s made a mess of his pants and bedsheets. But this time, the shame and self-hatred are overshadowed by a sudden rush of annoyance.
Of course it would be you. You, with your smile and laughter. You, who he cannot rid from his brain as much as he tries.
You.
He cleans himself up, too busy plotting how he can get his revenge to feel ashamed at the mess.
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~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 7)
Apologies for the delay, life has been a lil busy for me lately. Lots going on, and only more to happen. My introverted battery is crying ദ്ദി ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ )✧
This chapter's a lil shorter than some of the others, but it's for the best. The next one I have planned is gonna be a 2 parter. And it'll be a whopper. Wish me luck hehe! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
Synopsis: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. It's time for the daily meeting amongst the hotel staff and guests. You're feeling particularly exhausted, and before you know it, you fall asleep. What you don't realize is what kind of chaos it causes afterwards… Word count: 3.7 k
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“What if we offad a free bag o ‘Hero-In’ tada first 50 custamers?”
Charlie blinked in bewilderment down at the Spider Demon, not sure if he was actually being serious. The other resident demons either nodded in agreement or weren’t even paying attention to the conversation, blinking tiredly and eyes glazed over. Vaggie groaned in frustration at the apparent lack of brains in this hotel.
“Por el amor de Dios.” she muttered under her breath, dragging her face down with her hand. “Angel. We can’t offer drugs to encourage more guests to the hotel. That goes against, like, everything we’re even doing here.” She gestures to the hotel lobby, where you were all sitting on various armchairs and couches. It was one of your daily meetings where Charlie rounded up all the demons and tried to come up with strategies on how to recruit more sinners. Her and Vaggie were standing before you all, a chalkboard behind them with… some pretty terrible suggestions scribbled on it (and a faded dick drawing done by a certain 8 limbed demon). Said sinner looked around his settings before turning back to the silver haired woman, looking at her in confusion.
“Booze?”
“No.”
“Dildos?”
“Jesus. NO.”
“Blowjobs??”
“FOR FUCK SAKES ANGEL!”
“Whaaaat? Sounds like a good deal ta me! Especially if da blowin’s done by a prafessional like yours truly~!” Angel wiggled his chest fur rather sensually towards Vaggie and threw her a wink. The fallen angel slapped her hand against her face in exasperation. 
Now usually this type of banter would have you practically shaking in your seat trying to hold in your laughter. But this time around, all you could muster was a tired chuckle as your eyes ping-ponged between the two. Your early mornings and long days at the hotel were starting to catch up with you, and today in particular was extra exhausting for you. You had spent most of the night reading, too absorbed in the novel to put it down even though you knew how late it was. And now you were paying the price; all you wanted to do was sleep. But then Charlie called this meeting and now you were stuck here, daydreaming of your bed. 
“W-well Angel, I’m afraid I have to agree with Vaggie on this,” Charlie piped up, awkwardly looking between her partner and friend, “But I am LOVING the participation and enthusiasm! Good job!” She clapped cheerfully to Angel, trying so hard to encourage his good habits, even if his suggestions were questionable. Angel clicked his teeth at Charlie while shooting a finger gun, slouching back into his armchair. The Princess of Hell turned back to the group, her expression a mix of determination and desperation. 
“Alright everyone, what else do we got? Come on, let’s keep the creative juices flowing!”
Other demons' voices droned on in response, but you could feel your brain shutting down as they faded to muffled noise. You were seated comfortably on one of the couches, feeling yourself being swallowed into the cushy pillows. It was honestly really nice being able to sit on this couch in particular, it was the comfiest of all the furnishing here. 
When you had first arrived at the hotel and attended these meetings, you were sitting in one of the armchairs beside Angel. And you had to admit, they were pretty stiff. But at some point, as you and Alastor’s friendship began to grow, the deer demon began inviting you to sit on the couch beside him, and even began saving you the seat before anyone else could take it. What more, would even begin to shoot glares at demons if they attempted to take it before you had arrived.
You had caught wind and scolded your friend for a moment, but he insisted with how much work you were doing, you deserved the cushy spot more than anyone else. And that just so happened to be beside him. You had eyed him suspiciously but didn’t argue further; it really was a nice couch. Now it was just known fact that you and the Radio Demon always sat together, and others didn’t even attempt to sit there anymore. 
Beside you, Alastor watched as your body sank into the couch and brought a hand up to stifle a yawn. His eyebrow quirked up in amusement, but he didn’t attempt to try and keep you awake.  He could tell this meeting wasn’t going anywhere; there was no point in forcing you to participate. Instead, his pupils slid back to the group of demons in front of him. Somehow Nifty and Sir Pentious had gotten into an argument, and Vaggie was yelling over them to shut up and stay focused. Alastor’s smile creaked up eerily, reveling in the chaos unfolding before him. Charlie looked at her business partner, a semblance of despair in her eyes.
“Alastor,” she practically begged, “Please tell me you have some suggestions that we could actually use?” 
Alastor gave a hearty laugh as he waved a hand at her.
“Oh please my dear,” he dismissed, shaking his head and giving her a smug look, “You know very well that I do not participate in such matters. I’m simply here for the entertainment that comes with it~!” He gestures to the three demons arguing in question, as Angel and Husk seemed to be sharing a bowl of popcorn and watched the mayhem. Charlie looked at the group tiredly.
“Besides,” Alastor drawled on, his eyes practically dancing at the chaos before him, “I honestly think-!”
His voice was cut off by the sound of a record player scratching to a halt.
The group of demons that were bickering immediately stopped dead in their tracks at the sudden abnormal sound, their gazes zipping to the Radio Demon. Angel and Husk’s eyes also locked in on the deer demon, a piece of popcorn falling out of Angel’s open mouth.
Alastors was frozen in place as your sleeping form had slumped up against his side. 
The deer demon looked like he was caught in the headlights; His entire face was frozen and eyes wide as dinner plates, smiling mouth still half open in mid speech. His whole body was stiff as a board as his shrunken pupils stared off ahead in shock. 
The room fell quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
Every one of the hotel residents were ready to shit themselves, eyes darting between you and Alastor. Anyone that knew the Radio Demon knew how much he despised physical contact not initiated by him. Husk especially was terrified for your sake, fully remembering Alastor practically ripping demons apart limb by limb simply because they looked at him the wrong way. The gambling demon’s fur began to stand up on his neck. This couldn’t be good.
You sighed in your sleep and nuzzled closer into Alastor’s arm, subconsciously seeking out his warmth. All of the onlookers breathed in sharply, Charlie even covering her mouth with her hands to keep herself quiet. The Radio Demon’s eyes slowly slid down to you, carefully tilting his head to get a better look. His eyes looked over you, pupils sharp and calculating as his open mouth creaked shut and grin tight. Everyone watched in horror, unsure what the Overlord was thinking or what he was going to do.
Alastor’s first instinct was to immediately shove you away. But he quickly pushed that thought aside once coming to terms that this was you. As much as he wanted to peel your body off of his, another part was… intrigued. He had never been in this type of situation before, and moreso, with someone he actually found tolerable. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes and mentally tutted you. It was clear you were more exhausted than he had realized, especially given you had fallen asleep amongst all the commotion. And he knew first hand how early you were up everyday; how hard you worked for this hotel. Hell, you were one of the hardest working ones here, besides Charlie and Vaggie. 
Mentally coming to a decision, Alastor’s shoulders began to soften, his body finally beginning to relax under the newfound weight. Your rest was far more important than this silly meeting that wasn’t going anywhere anyways. His chivalrous nature had ultimately won out.
“Hey uh… Smiles…” Angel stuttered, his voice low and cautious as to not wake you, “Ya… Ya got a lil Puddin’ on ya sholda” He pointed to your sleeping form, his eyes darting nervously between you both. Vaggie immediately zipped to the Spider demon and slapped her hand over his mouth, shooting daggers at him before looking nervously at Alastor. Eventually, the Radio Demon’s eyes slid lazily to the group of anxious sinners, his lips curling up in amusement as he observed everyone’s expressions. If you weren’t sleeping on his shoulder he would’ve relished in their horror. Careful not to move too much, he turned his head back to the group.
“Now then,” he murmured, his voice surprisingly low, “If the three of you finished with your ridiculous squabbling… ” He shot Nifty, Sir Pentious, and Vaggie a dirty look, making the three  cower under his judgemental gaze. His eyes narrowed a moment before turning to Charlie.
“Then I believe we should really get back to our brainstorming. Wouldn’t you agree, Charlie dearest~?”
The goat demon stared at Alastor in surprise, eyes flicking to you before back to him. Her eyes squinted in confusion at the scene in front of her; Alastor… was allowing this? But she quickly shook it off, realizing he was still waiting for her reply. After blinking a couple times, her eyes lit up with joy as her smile overtook her face.
“YES! Yes of course we-!” 
Alastor’s static crackled dangerously as radio channels shuffled in the background. His scarlet eyes flashed red, shooting Charlie a look of warning. The princess immediately covered her mouth, silencing her thunderous excitement. With a quick clearing of her throat, she continued, her voice softer this time.
“Yes. Right. Everyone, let’s continue from where we left off.”
For the next twenty minutes, the group of demons quietly continued their discussion and strategies. Alastor sat in complete silence, his grin casual and hands in his lap as he sat still. Only his pupils moved as his gaze darted between the sinners. You continued to sleep soundly against the Radio Demon’s shoulder, nuzzling even closer to his warmth and even wrapping your arms around his at one point. He only flinched a moment when he felt your arms trapping his, but he made no other movement; no change in expression. 
As the discussion continued amongst the others, the group couldn’t help but glance at you and Alastor on occasion, still in utter bewilderment at the entire situation. He must have been sick… or an ulterior motive maybe? They all secretly had many inquiries, but none of them dared to question the Overlord. Especially with the way he acted if one of them spoke too loudly. The dangerous hum of static would remind them of their place, and the power he held in this establishment.
Finally, the meeting was adjourned by the Princess of Hell, and everyone began to trickle out of the lobby. Alastor could hear the various murmurs of confusion between the demons as they left to go back to their room, but he ignored them. Little whispers between rats were of no concern to him. Charlie slowly approached the couch, eyes darting between the two figures and smiling sheepishly.
“Do you want me to take her?” she whispered, arms outstretched as if ready to take your sleeping form. But the Radio Demon raised his unshackled hand as if to halt her, shaking his head softly with eyes closed. 
“No need to fret my dear,” he reassured, opening his eyes and giving a gentlemanly smile, “I will see to it that our little chef is taken care of.” 
Charlie hesitated a moment, unsure of what exactly was going through her business partner’s mind. But finally, she nodded her head and tip-toed away, meeting her angelic partner at the elevators. Hand in hand, Charlie and Vaggie left the vicinity, leaving you and Alastor alone in the lobby. 
As silent seconds passed, the Radio Demon’s eyes eventually slid down to your sleeping profile, a mix of amusement and slight curiosity crossing his features. You looked so small, so vulnerable and helpless compared to his tall, powerful form. He watched as your shoulders slowly rose and fell with every breath. Your body was warm against his arm, your head heavy on his shoulder as your entire weight pressed on him. It was a feeling foreign to him; he had never had anyone rest on him in an unconscious state. In all honesty, if baffled him. 
No one had ever seemed so… comfortable around him. The group of demons were scared out of their wits for your safety because of the stories they’d heard. And they had a right to be scared. He was the Radio Demon after all. An all powerful Overlord and a force to be reckoned with. He could strike fear into the heart of any creature, make them fall to their knees and beg for their lives and for his forgiveness. There were only a certain handful that could match his power, and even then that number was dwindling (he would make sure of it). He was a terror. A killer. A living nightmare. And yet…
Here you were, sound asleep on his arm, peaceful and unaware of the position you were in.
Your fingers twitched under his bicep, eyelids fluttering a moment before you stilled again. Clearly you were dreaming about something, and it made Alastor wonder what was going on in that little mind of yours. What was it you dreamed about? Perhaps reliving your life before you descended to Hell? Or maybe… Reliving a memory of when you had spent time with him? Alastor rolled his own eyes at that last question, yet his pride couldn’t help but wonder. Would it be obscured of him to think he could occupy a spot in your mind? 
You stirred a moment against his arm, and Alastor was immediately taken out of his trance. Your face twitched a moment, before scrunching up as if in disgust. Alastor had to catch himself at your expression. Your face eventually settled back into a relaxed state, but a soft, low chuckle still managed to escape the demon’s lips.
Yep. Definitely a dream about him.
Shaking his head mirthfully, 2 long tentacles of shadow began to rise up from the floor. Ever so gently, the shadows lifted your head and body off of Alastor, allowing the deer demon to carefully remove his imprisoned arm from your grasp and stand up. He took a moment to stretch his neck and roll his shoulder around, the stiffness of not moving for nearly half an hour catching up to him. Finally, he turned back to you, still sleeping soundly and being cradled by his shaded tendrils in bridal style. A thought crossed his mind as he looked over at you, taking a moment to evaluate his next move. 
He could very easily snap his fingers and have you transported to your bed. Or have his shadows carefully carry you to your room while he trailed behind. But somehow, despite all of the options he had debated on, he found his arms slowly reaching out underneath you and pulling your body close to his. You immediately curled up closer to him and his warmth, making the Overlord stiffen a moment. But finally, he began to saunter towards the elevators, his shaded tentacles slipping back into the floor.
Of course, being the Hotel’s Facility Manager, he knew exactly where your room was. And obviously, he had a spare key. Using his shadows to unlock the door, he carefully opened the door and stepped inside, stopping a moment to take in his surroundings. He had never actually been in your room before, and he was surprised to discover how fascinated he was about it.
Naturally, it was washed in a deep maroon colour like every other room in this building. It was mostly clean, save for a few articles of clothing scattered around the floor. He simply chuckled softly to himself.  Honestly, what was he going to do with you… 
Your odor was faint in the room, but was still picked up by the demon thanks to his heightened animalistic senses. He took a moment to breathe it in, shocking even himself at how he enjoyed the smell. Like the scent of spring after a chilling, heartless winter, mixed with your own natural musk. He quickly shook his head from his thoughts, suddenly feeling disgusted in himself and his barbaric impulse. 
He noticed an old record player in the corner with various records tucked away. He sauntered over and peeked at the various discs, using his magic to lift them to his face and inspect them. He was impressed with your mix of genres, not at all surprised by the jazz music, but also intrigued by your interest in classical, old fashioned rock and roll, and showtunes. He hummed contently to himself, realizing he could learn a thing or two about you by the contents in your room. And oddly enough, he wanted to learn more. 
Call it the hunter in him. 
You had a large bookshelf similar to his, and he took a moment to browse the titles you had. Mainly cookbooks, which were of no surprise to him, but there were mixes of fantasy and romance as well. 
Romance. Ugh. 
Alastor practically rolled his eyes at some of the disgustingly cheesy titles. How people, women in particular, found this entertaining was beyond him. Especially those who would write about it. 
Pathetic.
Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what it was that made them so popular to begin with. And if they seemed to be something that you in particular enjoyed, then perhaps… he would be willing to give it a second chance. 
One book in particular caught his eye, sticking halfway out from the shelf. Most likely the one you had finished most recently. A green hue pulled it off the shelf as he flipped it open and pursued the contents. After reading a couple sentences, he felt himself stiffen; his eyes widening and smile growing uncomfortable. 
Were all romance novels nowadays so… sultry? He knew sexual activities were popular for most beings. But for Hell’s sake, the novel was practically filth. Instinctively, the book became engulfed in a green flame, burning in seconds. Alastor watched the fires fizz out, ashes of what once was your novel now fluttering and disappearing into thin air.
Hm… hopefully you wouldn’t notice it missing. 
He was learning many things about you with his little scavenge through your room. Things that he found oddly charming. Others he found… debateable. Nevertheless, one good thing could be said about the secrets he had discovered. The Radio Demon’s grin began to widen deliciously at the thought.
He could so use this information against you in the near future. 
You murmured softly against his chest, causing the demon to focus back on you and away from his scheming thoughts. As much as he would’ve loved to continue to snoop around, he knew he had to finish what he had originally come to do. 
With a sigh of contentment, he proceeded to walk to the edge of your bed, once again using his emerald magic to pull the covers back. As gingerly as he could, Alastor lowered you to the bed and carefully removed his arms out from under you. Your one hand had somehow clutched onto the lapel of his jacket, causing him to chuckle before gently unfurling your fingers from his suit. Finally, you had settled in the bed and curled up on yourself, already missing the heat from Alastor’s body. Long, clawed fingers grabbed at the blankets by your feet and pulled them up to your chin, making sure every inch of you was covered and enveloped in the sheets. 
You sighed in your sleep as he pulled his hands away, and Alastor took a moment to take in the sight. Even throughout the meeting, and with all the movement of him picking you up and walking around, you had remained fast asleep. It had simply proven how fatigued you were. His mind flashed back to his mother, remembering how tirelessly she would work to provide for the family, and the many nights when he would catch her sleeping at the kitchen table, bills and notices scattered around her. How helpless he felt as a child, not able to do anything to ease her workload or stress.
He looked down at you, eyes flickering over your sleeping form and feeling something stir inside of him. He couldn’t be there for his mother, not as a weak, impotent child. But he was grown now. And he was strong; practically a God with the power he held over Hell. And he would make sure to repay the debt he owed, one way or another. 
His hand reached out and paused for a second, as if debating. But something urged him on, and his hand found its way to the top of your head. He began to gently pet your hair, feeling the tendrils slide between his fingertips. You hummed in your sleep, causing the deer demon to flinch and ready to sink into the shadows. But then you sighed contently and subconsciously nuzzled your head into his hand, a soft smile curling up before relaxing again.
Unbeknownst to Alastor, his ear twitched. 
He had to stop his own grin from creeping up higher on his face as he continued his previous motions, feeling his body relax and eyes soften. He continued the gentle caresses, embracing the peaceful silence and watching your chest rise and fall with each delicate breath. Eventually, Alastor had felt like he had overstayed his welcome, and slowly removed his hand from your head. As your hair tumbled through his fingers and fell to the pillow, he couldn’t help to lean over and whisper in your ear.
“Sweet dreams, my little songbird~”
He quietly stepped away from your bed, taking a moment to pick up your scattered clothing around the room before placing them in the laundry hamper nearby. And with a final peek to your sleeping form, the Radio Demon’s smile curled up ever so slightly before carefully shutting the door behind him.
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Y-yeah Alastor... Those romance writers sure are pathetic... pff... pffffft (; ̫ಠ ̫U ̫ಠ ̫ ̫; ̫) We do love a self deprecating joke around here k'know
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Can we have a beach day fic maybe the reader is anxious to go in the water at first but as soon as she goes out with her daddies she wants to go as far out as they can reach ❤️❤️❤️
Hi there love! 💜
Of course I can write that for you, I’m so sorry it took that long to be out. I hope you’re okay and will be happy with the fic 🩷
Enjoy beautiful <33
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Warnings : fear of sea, anxiety, pet names, reassurance, kisses,
Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader
Summary : the beautiful day was about to turn into an anxious one if your Daddies weren’t there to support and help you
A/N : I’m scared of the sea too hihi
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You arrived.
The beach is actually right in front of you. You can see it through your window, as well as the kids running with sunscreen on their skins or adults walking with sunglasses and nice swimsuits.
But the thing that caught your eyes was the sea.
The deep and infinite water which remains calm in the background of the landscape.
You don’t have much fear in your life. When you were a kid you were scared of big dogs, one day your aunt adopted one and it happens to be your favorite animal now. At your teenage time, you were scared to talk to people, one day you had to talk in front of an assembly to defend the only person who mattered to you. Now you love talking to people when you feel listened to by others.
You’re not scared of the sea, you never had a bad experience with the deep water but maybe it’s for that exact reason that you’re not comfortable with the idea of going in it. You don’t know the sea, you don’t know what’s inside and the whole world that can live under you once you go for a swim.
You watch the family playing int the salty water, you watch kids on their animal-shaped buoy and you don’t understand how they’re just happy and nope scared or full of questions about that underworld.
‘’Sweetie ?’’ It’s the third times that your Papa is calling for you with you door wide open. You snap out of your mind and peer up at him ‘’it’s time to have fun, come on’’
He gave you his hand and help you stepping out of the car. You look around you and see your Daddy coming back from the trunk with towels and a bag. Your Papa keep a good grip on your hand as you all are walking toward the sand. The sensation feels weird against your naked soles and little toes. You’re not used to it.
Your Papa made you remove your shoes and sockets before going on the sand.
‘’Choose a good spot baby’’ your Daddy smiles as he looks down at you. You narrow your eyes because of the sun and point a spot you like once you find one.
‘’Here, remove your clothes so you can feel comfortable, I don’t want you to get too hot with the sun’’ Your Daddy says as he sit down, he opens the bag to put all the clothes in it and take out the sunscreen.
While your Papa removes his clothes, your Daddy applies the cream on your skin, he’s careful to put it everywhere so you won’t get burn. He gives you a little massage at the same time and you’re not going to tell him to stop. When he finish he wraps his arms around your torso and put your back against his chest, his chin fall on your shoulder and he kisses your cheek.
You melt into his arms, filled with all the emotions that are coming out from his body.
‘’I love you’’ he whispers in your ear. A tiny but sweet smile appears on your lips after his words. As your gaze is wondering around the blue sky, you answer him ‘’I love you too Daddy’’ in a quiet but loving voice.
During the three hours you spend there since you arrived you had the chance to build the most beautiful castle with your Papa. You tried to remove sand that were on your eyes because of the wind while your Daddy was laughing his ass off because of the face you were making.
To resume, you had a lots of fun, you didn’t even thought of the sea while you were spending time with your favorite men. That until your Daddy said he wanted to go take a swim with the fishes.
Your happy face changed into a anxious one when your Daddy put all the personal stuff in the bag, making it clear that you all were going in the sea.
They stand up and look down at you ‘’come on it’ll be fun you’ll see’’
You frown and shake your head ‘’I stay here’’ you mumble
‘’Baby, as much as we trust you we can’t let you alone here’’ Your Papa says.
‘’I don’t wanna’’
‘’Why’s that ?’’ He asks, kneeling beside you ‘’what’s wrong, princess ?’’
‘’ ‘m scared’’ You whisper
‘’Of what ? The sea ?’’ Your Daddy joins, kneeling beside you too.
You look at him and nod
‘’Oh babygirl’’ He sighs and sits beside you ‘’I know it can be scared because it’s big and it's the unknown down there so you have all the rights to be scared’’ he takes your hand in his ‘’but if you never take the first step you’ll always be scared. We don’t have to stay for hours in the water nor to go far away for a swim, we can just drop a toe but you can’t let that fear stop you from having the moment of your life’’
‘’Daddy’s right, sweetie. If you hide behind your fear you’ll never step above it to keep going in life, you can’t let that stop you’’ Your Papa adds. They both stand back up an,d give you their hands ‘’so what do you say ? We go drop a toe while watching the sunset before heading home ?’’
You look between them and the sea for a few seconds before nodding your head. They help you going on your feet and keep your hands in theirs while you walk. You stop a few feet from the water causing your Daddy to lift you up and rest you on his hip ‘’hey it’s okay, the water won’t eat you. We’re here with you little one, just as always’’
When your Daddies’s feet are in the water, your Daddy lowers himself so the tip of your toes touch the water. You gasp and retracted your foot ‘’it’s cold, isn’t it ?’’ He chuckles
You nod and smile a little
‘’Take it easy, princess. We have all the time in the world’’
You take a breath and lower you foot again. The cold doesn’t surprise you now, but the sensation of the water does. It’s not that bad in the end.
‘’hey baby look’’ your Papa points at the sky. You turn your head and see the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen.
‘’It’s beautiful isn’t it ?’’
Yea, it is… just like the time you spend here with you Daddies.
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sky-marbles · 2 days
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There are not enough fanfics about Carmilla and Vaggie and their “this is not my kid but she’s now my kid” dynamic. I desperately want more of them together😭😭
Also I know it’s seems like I’m not very experienced in writing fanfic, thats cause I’m not!! This might be the first or second fanfic I’ve ever written and I still haven’t gotten out of that “blank says” thing😔 maybe one day I’ll get better but I’m very aware my writing is not the best but the storyline itself is what matters to me so fuck it imma post it. Lmk if you guys like this and share your thoughts!
After the hotel is rebuilt the overlords call for a meeting. Alastor is getting ready to head out for it when-
“Hey alastor are you coming or what?!” Vaggie called from the lobby.
“Afraid I won’t be able to fulfill any requests until after my meeting today my dear!” Alastor replies as he descends the stairs.
“Well I’m requesting that we can be on time for this meeting, so let’s go” Vaggie says.
Alastor pauses mid stride. “Excuse me? What do you mean ‘we’?” he asks with a bit of confusion.
“I’m going with you” Vaggie says like it’s obvious. Before he can interject Vaggie informs him the she’s been invited to the meeting as well by showing him the familiar envelope. “It seems that you have, well let’s go then” Alastor relents. They make the walk there rather quietly, while Vaggie is not preferred company she is not someone he dreads having to spend time with either.
After taking the elevator ride up Alastor takes his usual seat, instead of sitting by him or standing beside him, Vaggie actually walks over to Carmilla and greets her with a handshake. Once everyone arrives Carmilla starts the meeting, interestingly Vaggie stands beside her, off to the side a bit.
“Now the-“
“Why Carmilla I wasn’t aware you had a third daughter!” Carmilla starts but is interrupted by Rosie.
“A third..? Oh!” Carmilla realizes what Rosie means.
“Oh I’m not-“ Vaggie tries to correct but before she can Alastor intervenes
“Oh Rosie dear, Vaggie is not a Carmine! She’s that lovely angel that Princess Charlie is dating!”
“Oh! So you’re the ex-exorcist girlfriend huh? Well it’s a pleasure to finally meet you!” Rosie stands to curtsy.
“Oh um it’s nice to meet you too??” Vaggie says uncomfortably.
“Wait a second! YOU are an exorcist?!” Velvet asks in shock.
“I was an exorcist, now I am the Hazbin hotel’s manager. Now we’re here to discu-“
Vaggie is then cut off by Velvet.
“Hold on a fucking minute! An exorcist is not only working but dating the princess of hell, and you (points at Rosie) knew about it!!! Who else was aware that an exorcist is in the same room as us?!” Velvet asks accusingly.
“Enough! Alastor, Rosie, and I were aware of Vaggie’s previous status as an exorcist. However, she no longer serves heaven and has since pledged her loyalty to the princess and her people. So let’s finally discuss the actual matter at hand!” Carmilla finishes impatiently.
“Um I think not! How do we know she isn’t some spy for the dickwads upstairs? Not to mention the fact she’s probably killed thousands of us! Why are we even letting her brea-“
“SILENCIO” Carmilla cuts Velvet off. “Vaggie has proven to the princess, to Alastor, and to me that she can be trusted and has the princess’s best interests at heart. She is a formidable alley and source of information so it would be smart not to cause her any harm especially if you wish to avoid the wrath of the princess… and myself.” Carmilla closes off any further discussion. Velvet backs off but glares daggers at Vaggie, Vaggie ignores her in favor of giving Carmilla a grateful look. Clara and Odette smile knowingly, they are very aware of how much their mother cares for Vaggie. They themselves have even taken quite the liking to her. To the point where they will swing by the hotel while on their delivery routes just to say hi and get any updates on the how things are going.
Carmilla finally gets the meeting to continue and the overlords discuss what heavens next move might be.
“So what should we do if they attack again?” One overlord queried.
“I think we could provide a few hundred sacrifices to placate heavens bloodlust?” Another suggested.
“No.” “No.” Carmilla and Vaggie answered simultaneously. “Are you sure she’s not your daughter Carmilla? She must be related to you in some way” Rosie asked good naturedly. Carmilla sighs then says “I’m sure Rosie” while Clara and Odette chuckle to themselves.
“I think we should… test potential weapons on the exorcist in order to expand our arsenal” Velvet suggests.
“Velvet there is no need to-“ Carmilla is then cut off by Velvet again. “No need? I think what we don’t fuckin need is some delusional princess trying to ‘redeem’ sinners when all it’s done is gotten us a bunch of dead cannibals. At least it got rid of that useless snake fucker”
“THATS IT!” Vaggie shouts. She pulls out her spear and is only able to get one leg onto the table until she is lifted into the air.
Carmilla is holding her by the collar of her shirt (like how you would hold a kitten by the skin of their neck).
“Stand down Vaggie. She’s just trying to provoke you” Carmilla orders. Vaggie relents and lowers her weapon. “If I release you will you try to attack her again?” Vaggie crosses her arms and looks away in defiance. “Vaggie.” Carmilla says sternly.
“Ugh yes whatever” Vaggie says in annoyance. Carmilla puts Vaggie down and proceeds to wrap up the meeting.
“Ready to head home my dear!” Alastor calls towards Vaggie. “The farther away from Velvet the better” she answers.
“A moment Vaggie?” Carmilla asks. Vaggie nods and motions to Alastor that she’ll catch up with him.
Vaggie stands before Carmilla with her back straight and arms planted at her sides, very reminiscent of a soldier.
“Vaggie, I just want you to be aware that Velvet should not be taken lightly, the Vees too for that matter. Promise me you won’t get involved with them unless it’s unavoidable” Carmilla says with a bit of concern in her voice.
“She was being a bitch this whole meeting I couldn’t just-“ Vaggie started but was stopped by Carmilla “I know Velvet can be… frustrating. But she’s manipulative, and is unfortunately clever. She’s more trouble than she’s worth.”
“Then why stop me?!” Vaggie questions in frustration.
“She wanted to show the others that you were a threat! Additionally, it would give her an excuse to fight back and potentially take your life!” Carmilla shouted back.
“You think she’d be able to put me in the ground?!” Vaggie is now mad and hurt by the doubt Carmilla has in her.
“I don’t want you to get hurt Vaggie!” Carmilla retorts. She realizes what she has just admitted and wants to back pedal, wants to retract her words but… doesn’t. She can’t. She has grown rather fond of Vaggie and would hate to see her get hurt especially if it’s avoidable.
“Do you mean that?” Vaggie says voice entirely monotone. Before she can think Carmilla answers “Yes.” Suddenly, there are two arms wrapped around her, looking down, she sees Vaggie hugging her waist. Carmilla dawns a light smile and returns the hug and says “Puede que no seas mi hija pero te amo como tal.” (You may not be my daughter but I love you like one)
Vaggie tightens her embrace upon hearing those words and says “I- Muchas gracias Carmilla.”
They both back up and Carmilla fondly smiles at Vaggie. “Now, what are you going to do?” Carmilla asks with a smirk.
*sighs* “I’m not going to get involved with any of the Vees unless it is necessary” Vaggie answers. “Muy bien.”
Vaggie then gets an idea and asks nervously “I know you are pretty busy but if you ever have some free time maybe you could teach me some more fighting techniques? So if I ever do get involved with the Vees, you wouldn’t have to worry as much.”
Carmilla pretended to think about it but already knew her answer, “Hmmm I suppose that would be for the best. Besides, if you manage to take out any of the Vees you’d be doing Hell an invaluable service.” Vaggie pumps her fist in excitement.
“However, I want to make one thing clear.”
Vaggie freezes at the serious tone Carmilla uses.
“You are welcome to the Carmine residence any time” she says in the gentlest voice. Vaggie smiles gratefully and bids her a goodbye before suddenly turning back to give her one last hug, “Adios” Vaggie utters then darting out the door before Carmilla can say anything else. She merely chuckles to herself and waves at her departing figure.
“There you are! I was beginning to think Carmilla was having you sign some adoption papers with how long you were taking” Alastor says as they make their way towards the hotel.
“Relax your radio waves, I was just discussing some uh hotel stuff with Carmilla” Vaggie tried to play it cool, and was failing.
“Hmmm I’m sure” Alastor replied obviously not buying it.
BOOM that’s the end! I have no clue how to end this so welp it’s over :P
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chuuyasboots · 1 day
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cowboy!nanami washes your hair for you when you’re too tired to do it yourself. it’s almost innate to him, to take care of you, and he does it with all the tenderness and love in the world.
it wasn’t hard for him to see how tired you were from the moment you walked in the door. it made his heart ache as he greeted you, taking your bag off your shoulder and kissing you sweetly.
“how was your day, darlin’,” he asks, even though he knows the answer.
you shrug, “just long. there’s always so much to do and some people just don’t do their share so i have to step up. it’s stupid.”
he kisses the top of your head as you hug him, resting your head against his chest, “i’m sorry, sweetheart. that is stupid. do you want dinner? or maybe a bath first?”
“mm, a bath sounds nice,” you reply softly.
he pulls away to press a quick kiss to your forehead, “i’ll go get it started, angel. i just poured a glass of wine for us, if you wanna grab that.”
you smile at him and turn into the kitchen to grab the wine while he runs the bath. you take a quick sip, your cheeks growing warm with the love and affection wrapped around your heart.
you linger in the kitchen for a moment, noticing that the pots and pans you’d left in the sink earlier already washed and put away. god, every time you though you couldn’t possibly love kento more, he found a way to prove you wrong.
you bring the glass of wine with you to the bathroom, where you see kento lighting one of your favorite candles on the counter.
he smiles fondly when he sees you, “should be warm enough for ya, darlin’.”
you let him help you take your clothes off, his hands reverent as they caress your now naked body. you take his hand and step into the bath, a sigh leaving your lips—it felt perfect, and you’re so thankful that you have such a perfect fiancé.
“i’ll go cook while you’re in here,” kento says once you’re settled. “take as long as ya want, sweetheart.”
“wait,” you reply, looking up at him as he stands in the doorway. “you’re not gonna leave me in here all alone, are you? we can just order something in.”
kento’s smile melts onto his face, “hm, i reckon that’s fine, if that’s what ya want.”
you nod, and kento sits on the edge of the tub. your eyebrows furrow and you reach for kento’s hand.
“i meant get in with me, lover.”
kento raises his brows but his smile grows as he grabs your chin gently and pulls you in for a kiss. you drip water onto his shirt when you bring your hands up to pull him closer, but he doesn’t mind. not when he’s tasting your lips.
“whatever you want, pretty,” he says, sliding his shirt over his head and standing to step out of his jeans.
you try not to stare too hard at his gorgeous body, but you know you’ve been caught when a chuckle escapes kento.
“see somethin ya like?” he teases, smirking as he sits behind you in the bath, muscular legs caging you in against him.
you turn your head to the side to nuzzle your nose along kento’s jawline, humming in response to his teasing. he leans forward to catch your lips against his again, savoring the way you smile against his lips.
when he breaks away, leaning back against the edge of the tub, he grabs your shampoo, dumping a bit in his hands before rubbing it into your hair. you have to make a mental effort not to moan when his fingertips scratch against your scalp, but you think it may be the most intoxicating feeling in the world.
kento can feel it in the way you slump against his chest and your breathing evens out. he thinks you might have fallen asleep, but he can’t quite tell. either way, your eyes were closed and a blissful smile rested on your pretty lips.
kento finishes washing you up, maneuvering you however he needs to get you clean and refreshed from the day you’d had.
you had ended up falling asleep at some point, only stirring when you felt kento’s lips against your cheek.
“hey, darlin. y’wanna get out now so we can order food? you’ve gotta be hungry,” he says softly, and you can feel his deep voice rumble through his chest.
you shift in his hold, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek, looking at him with hearts in your eyes.
“that sounds perfect, ken,” you lean in, just barely hovering over his lips. “you’re perfect. love you so, so much.”
he closes the space between you, kissing you with a soft passion that made your entire body feel pleasantly warm.
“i love you too, baby. more than anything’.”
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stars1997 · 2 days
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Lover Boy - Part 1
Warnings: None
Pairing(s): Jeremy Swayman x Fem!Reader
Summary: Y/N Ullmark gets a job with the Bruins as their new photographer. They haven't seen each other in a few years, some things have changed. What happens when her brother's best friend develops a crush on her?
“Hey guys today’s media day as you know, we gotta get our roster shots. We have a new photographer so do me a favor, be nice to her, she’s ullmarks sister.” I heard Brad Marchand say from inside the locker room. A series of cat-call whistles went off in the locker room before I heard my brother clear his throat. I roll my eyes. Here we go, I think to myself. “Completely off limits to every single one of you. Don’t even think about it.” He says. The whistles continue and I let out a laugh a little louder than needed. The locker room went silent. “I guess I’ll come in now,” I said, stifling the giggles from seconds ago. “As you guys know I’m Y/n Ullmark, your new media girl. So if you guys could suit up and head out to the hallway in 20 that would be great!” I say, and just before walking fully out of the locker room, I saw someone I recognized, Swayman. The last time I saw him was when he first got signed and became best friends with my brother. He looks a little older now. We locked eyes, he gave a smile and a wave which was returned before I headed to the hallway to set up. I set up my camera stand, the lights, and the background as the guys were lining up. A few of the boys jokingly hit on me, but I took it lightly. I could tell I was going to love this job. I was down to the last two guys which were Pasta and Sway. After photoing Pasta it was just me and Sway in the hallway. “Y/n, it’s been so long. How was school?” He asked. “Ah, he speaks. School was awesome but it definitely had its ups and downs. I’ve been keeping up with stats, you guys have been doing really well. Are you excited to be in net for the rangers game tomorrow? I hear they’ve got a new bruiser, Matt something?” I asked while fixing the lighting for his photo. “Matt Rempe, yeah I’ve heard of the kid. Make sure you get my good side tomorrow. No bad angles.” He joked. I laughed and playfully pushed him into position for the photo. I snapped a few good headshots for the roster and some full body for the Instagram, which I now run. Most of the photos weren’t usable since he kept making silly faces at the camera but those were the photos I knew the fans would adore. After taking his pictures he walked back to the locker room and I started putting away the lights and backdrops. This took longer than I thought it would. Almost all of the boys had left by the time I was almost done putting it all away. “Hey, Y/n do you need any help with all of that?” Sway asked from down the hallway, walking out of the locker room in jeans and a flannel, while putting on his hat, flipping so it's backwards. “Oh no its okay, I’m almost finished.” I responded with a smile. “Are you sure, its really no bother.” He said. “Y/n, is this guy bothering you?” My brother asked, stifling a chuckle as he walked down the hallway towards us. “Hey Bubba, Sway asked me to go get drinks with him, would you mind putting the lights and tripod in the closet?” I asked my brother sweetly, watching Jer’s face drop into a puzzled expression out of the corner of my eye. “Wait, what I-“ My brother started. “Thank youuuu.” I interrupted, grabbing Sway's hand and pulling him toward the exit. I turned around to see my brother still standing there shocked. “No need to worry bubba its just as friends, promise.” Once we walked about of the arena I let go of his hand. “Alright tendy, where are you taking me for drinks?” I asked as we make the short walk over to his truck. “Well, since I don’t have much of a choice I was thinking Brock’s bar. Have you ever been?” He asked unlocking the doors and opening his own. I opened mine and grabbed the handle at the top to pull myself in. “Oh come on Jer don’t act like you don’t love my company. I’ve been once or twice but I don’t really remember those nights honestly.” I joked, and we both laughed at the hard truth while he started the truck.
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sakuralovespossums · 3 days
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Nanami Kento x Painter Reader
This is my first request work! I’m so exited!!✨
If there were two things you and your husband shared in common, it was your appreciation for wine and art. That was actually how you two bonded back during your student years at Jujutsu Tech.
Nanami, who was at that time a first year, caught you sneaking in some blueberry wine one night while you were heading to your room. Knowing what a stickler to the rules he could be, you were a bit nervous and hoped he wouldn’t snitch on you to the teachers. Thankfully he simply raised an eyebrow.
*sigh~* “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Do you………mind if I have some?”
It was a rather rough week for him filled with tears and missions. He needed some sort of escape from all the stress that’s been weighing on him. You gave him a small smile and let him follow you back to your room. He was amazed by all your painting canvases that lined across your room, learning about your passion for art and how you enjoyed partaking in it during your free time. As you both sipped on your wine, he let you give him a tour of each canvas, listening to you describe your techniques and inspirations in vivid detail. He didn’t know if his memorization for your art and creativity was from his growing feelings for you or the alcohol. The rest of the night was spent between you two shyly getting to better know each other while enjoying your blueberry wine. You were vividly tipsier than him, though he also gained a pinker but to his cheeks. Since then, Nanami gained an interest in art himself and nervously asked one day if you could perhaps teach him how to paint, to which you happily accepted.
Now you were both adults, with you and your lover growing to become a powerful pair of grade 1 sorcerers, gaining the title of Tokyo’s most formidable grade 1 couple (much to Nanami’s embarrassment and your amusement).
Whenever he felt exhausted by the burden of Jujutsu or the comrades he had lost during his line of work, he would always paint whatever took up his mind, letting it all pour out in the form of paint that he maneuvered with his brush. It was something that greatly helped him in his student years deal with the loss of his friend, Haibara. He was a natural at it after having been taught under you all those years, yet he still thinks you were the better painter. Usually, you would sit between his legs on the chair while he painted while you two peacefully talked about each others’ days and other trivial matters. The art studio on the upper floor of your apartment was filled with only the soft exchange of words and affection between you two, accompanied by the small brush strokes. Whenever you’d paint, Nanami would sometimes help you when you were struggling by offering advice and ideas of inspiration in that deep, corse voice of his that never failed to ignite that blossom of warmth within you. The way his large warm hand, calloused by years of handling his clothed sword, engulfed over your smaller one as he gently guided your strokes, the same way you would do for him all those years ago.
Tonight was a rather rainy night. The sound of the rain water tapping the windows surrounded you and your husband as you sat between his legs and watched him work on his latest painting. It was a canvas of a tropical Malaysian beach, a place he dreamed of going to someday with you after retiring.
“Why Malaysia?” You asked while sipping your champagne.
He pauses his painting. A few seconds of silence pass.
“I’m not sure. I remember reading a travel magazine on it and thought it looked nice.”
He wraps a strong arm around your torso.
“Maybe we could build a small house nearby. Next to some other locals.”
You hum in reply while wrapping an arm around his.
“We could grow a garden in the backyard.” You suggested. “One that’s bigger than our current one.”
“I’d hardly call that a garden, my love.” He replied, referring to the row of potted flowers lined across the small patio.
“Hey! I worked hard on that garden, thank you very much!”
“I know my sweet” he assured with a gentle kiss to your head. “And it’s very beautiful, just like you.”
You hummed contentedly as you snuggled further into him. You watched as he applied more yellow to the sunset landscape, growing immersed into its glowing brightness as his patterned strokes hypnotized you. You loved watching his hand as he painted.
Nanami’s hands could do many things. They could be brutal, easily crushing or punching through whatever enemy or obstacle he faced. They could also be gentle and caring, tending to you in all ways from the basic necessities to the more physical needs. And they could create, such as now.
After being together for years now, you still couldn’t help but wonder what you did to deserve such a perfect husband. You knew this happiness wouldn’t last forever, as both your duties as sorcerers put your lives on the line everyday. This might be the last night you spend together in such peace, painting and drinking the night away. So you and Nanami made sure to treasure every brush stroke and sip, for it was your way of expressing the love you shared between each other. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You have a smudge right there.”
“Yes, because you won’t stop fidgeting in my lap. I think the champagne is finally getting to you.”
“I’ve only had a few sips so far.”
“You said that an hour ago.”
(Fun Fact: Nanami has the second highest alcohol tolerance out of all the other teachers, falling only behind Shoko lmao)
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creative-heart · 2 days
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"The one that got away" Enzo Vogrincic x fem! reader
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A/N: Hi! this is the first thing I’ve written in so long, so please be nice. If you have any constructive criticism it’s always welcomed, if it comes from love and respect. I really hope you like this, it’s inspired in kind of a mashup between “The one that got away” by Katy Perry and “Bride or groom” by India Parkman. it’s also written in a third person POV.
Warnings: Basically Angst, all angst, mild drinking. Whatever is in italics is thoughts.
Word Count: 1.6K
The one where reader never spoke up for her love towards Enzo
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It had always been them two against the world, ever since kindergarten when Y/N being the bubbly extroverted redhead girl she had always been, all but adopted sweet shy Enzo, since day one they had been inseparable. Y/N's mom even started calling them June and Johny as they became teenagers, always up to some innocent mischief -from stealing the leftover vodka from the liquor cabinet to grabbing their parents car keys in the night to go take a drive around-. 
It had been so gradually that she had fallen for Enzo that Y/N couldn’t pin point the exact moment, maybe it was after the redhead called him crying at 2 in the morning because that douchebag boyfriend of hers broke it off at 15, or when he ran to the store for the first time to get her tampons cause she had ran out on a Sunday afternoon, and now, here they were. 
“Last day of summer” Y/N sighed looking off into the sunset, while she sat beside the raven haired guy on her parents house roof like they always did “who knew highschool would come and go so fast”.
“And you are abandoning me, breaking a 15 year old promise to never leave me alone…” Enzo retorted in an overly dramatic way just to make his best friend laugh,“I always knew you would leave though, that I would have to face this horrible world alone” and laugh she did while rolling her eyes nudging his side playfully.
“Not my fault you’re bound to be the next big screen hearthrob, and I need to go off to college, not all of us are made for stardom”, she absentmindedly passed the bottle to him before turning slightly to look at that beautiful face she had grown to love, Y/N bit the inside of her lip, once again arguing with herself trying to decide if she should tell him she loved him or not - come on Y/N don’t be such a fucking coward, he’s right here, tell him-, she opened her mouth and took a deep breath she was going to do it, she finally would, when his phone rang.
“Well, that’s me, my brother’s downstairs” he huffed standing up placing a kiss on the top of Y/Ns head “see you later fireball” he chuckled as he got off the roof carefully, the nickname he had given his friend when they were kids still made him laugh to this day, the girl hummed nodding and watched him leave.
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Life got busy, and they saw eachother less and less with every passing year. Not that anything changed when they did get to hang out, some things never change -how handsome Enzo was, or how much Y/N loved him for example- their friendship was the exact same that it had always been. 
Y/N tapped her fingers anxiously on the table in the corner of the cafe where they had agreed to meet, five years had gone by and the freckled face woman still felt the same butterflies in her stomach when she was seeing him -he lived in Madrid fulltime now it made it easier for work and she was still back in Montevideo, she was working in a big time law firm, everyone knew she was gonna be a lawyer since forever, always had an argument for everything-. She looked at her phone again and sighed, he was already fifteen minutes late, he never was, she thought maybe this time, life had gotten too busy -he’s clearly not coming, don’t blame him though, he must be so busy- she thought to herself, as she was gathering her stuff to get up, she felt his hand on her shoulder and his usual kiss on the top of her head.
“Sorry fiery, I’m so late, parking in Madrid” he laughed- that oh so enchanting sound that always made her heart skip a beat-, as he sat down across from his lifelong friend. She smiled, everything was forgiven as soon as he looked at her with those dark eyes of his.
“Thought fame had finally gotten to you and you weren’t coming” she pouted while setting her phone back down, she looked at Enzo’s face, something was different, she could tell, something had been different for a bit now, and the change of scenery did nothing to apeace her mind. He rolled his eyes with a warm smile plastered on his face.
“I would never miss the chance to see my best friend are you crazy?” he smiled at the waiter as he brought over the coffee he had ordered on his way in. He took to stirring the sugar in it for way too long, trying to find the words of what he needed to tell Y/N, she looked at him, a tilt in her head, there was something wrong, she could tell, she knew him too well.
“spill it” she said keeping her eyes glued on him he chuckled “you know me to well Y/N/N” he looked up and smiled at her -here goes nothing- he thought.
“I’ve met someone… well…more than met, I have a girlfriend, her name is Marina” he smiled at the mention of her name, Y/N gulped, and forced a smile on her face- she was dying inside, but she would never let it show, not to him, not when he looked this happy. “We met a few months ago, through some mutual friends, she’s a doctor, you will love her. She loves cats and painting, just like you, I can’t wait for you to meet her” he kept rambling on about Marina, he couldn’t help himself, she was the best woman to ever walk this earth besides from Y/N, he KNEW they would get along well- he wanted them to at least, they’re both too important to him in one way or another.
Crap, you’re an idiot, you’re a fucking idiot she kept repeating to herself, Y/N felt her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach, each word her friend said taking it a bit lower, if she had only been braver on that roof when she had the chance- Smile Y/N- she reminded herself, her friend- that word stinging more than it had ever done now- was happy and that was the most important part…right? right.
And he had been right, Y/N eventually met Marina, and she was a sweetheart, and she loved Enzo, it showed, Y/N knew by the way the blonde looked at him that she loved him, because it was the same way she looked at him.
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Y/N would be lying to herself if she said she never wished Enzo and Marina broke up, she never lost that hope, relationships not always worked out…hers didn’t at least. But they hadn’t, they seemed to be the perfect power couple, so when her Johny had told her they were getting married and  asked her to be his best woman, she couldn’t say no, she had to be honest, another five years had gone by and the sinking feeling in her gut had never left, it was there every time she saw a picture on his instagram of them two, it got worse every time one of her relationships failed, it just never left.
The twenty-eight year old, fearless woman, who no one wanted to come across in court, somehow felt small and fragile while she looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath forcing a smile on her face while finishing her make-up “okay, listen up you”- she gave her reflection a peptalk while she got ready- “you had your chance, you were too scared to take it, it was there and you let it slip away, you have no right to ruin his happiness you’re gonna stand there, you’re gonna be the friend Enzo needs, and you’re gonna tough it out”, the last part coming out shaky as she suppressed a sob, she downed the last of her wine glass and walked out.
She knocked on his door “En, you ready?” she said slightly opening it, just enough to see the most handsome man she had ever seen standing there fidgeting with his bowtie, she laughed and walked in “come’ere, let me help” she turned him around and fixed it for him “there, handsome as ever my dear Johny” she smiled softly looking at him. 
“I’m ready Junie” he smiled a warm, soft smile at her walking out and making their way to the gardens where the ceremony would take place.
As she walked down the aisle, Y/N couldn’t help but think what would have happened if she had been braver that hot day of summer ten years ago- if you had only said something, if you had spoken when you opened your mouth- she reprimanded herself as she walked and took her place beside the love of her life, not in the way she would have wanted, not in the way she still dreamt of every so often, but in the way she could.
When the music started and Marina made her way out, that’s when she finally understood, it didn’t matter what she felt, she could wonder all her life what would have happened if -she probably would if she was honest with herself for once- what would have happened if she’d only been braver, would she be the one walking down the aisle to meet the man she had loved for over ten years, the man she still loved to that day? that was something that she would never know, for now, she could only look at the Johny to her June, and fake the brightest smile as the love of her life, married the love of his.
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A/N: aaarrghhh I’m so sorry about ending it on a down note, it just didn’t feel right to turn it all around, and it being inspired in those songs, wasn’t a happy ending, don’t hate me! please? 
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abubblingcandle · 1 day
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For word Wednesday:
Profesional, child, genius, and/or tactic
Thank you so much!! Words really help get the juices flowing 💕
Professional and Tactic - from The Richmond Job Ch3
“Well he’s coming over so he better not recognise you,” Keeley hissed, placing a vapid smile back onto her face and resting a hand gently on the small of Roy’s back. “Ah Mr Mannion these are the reporters I told you about. The ones doing the feature on Sam Obisanya,” Cartrick gestured vaguely towards Keeley and Roy. “Be polite, nice to them,” Ted prompted. “But not too nice. You don’t want Mannion to get suspicious or for Crimm to become hostile,” Rebecca argued. “Crimm doesn’t seem the type to get hostile, pleasantness is the way forward,” Ted argued back. “Who is the professional here Theodore?” Rebecca chirped, her voice cheery but noticeably irritated. “Hi, my name is Annie. Pleasure’s all mine,” Keeley declared loudly over the bickering only her and Roy could hear. She turned to look at Roy who was doing a very good impression of a livid wax work with the shade of red that was starting on his neck and the intense glare focused on Trent Crimm. “And this is Conrad. We promise we won’t be getting in your way Mr Crimm. Hopefully we can work together,” Keeley elbowed Roy, staring at him with daggers in her eyes and mentally willing Roy to play along. The elbow stirred Roy awake but from the look in his eyes, Keeley was regretting that decision. “I will not talk to this living piece of excrement, and neither will you!” Roy yelled, prodding his finger into Trent’s chest and pushing past him to head towards Sam. “Nice to meet you,” Keeley laughed awkwardly before jogging after Roy. “Well that went well,” Jamie commented under his breath. “Someone smack Tartt around the head for me,” Roy growled. There was a beat of silence from the HQ as Keeley caught up with Roy. “Ow Beard what the fuck!” Jamie squawked. That brought a little smile to Roy’s face and calmed the steam that was about to come out of his ears. “Well Roy that was certainly an unorthodox tactic but I’m sure we can work with it,” Ted laughed, shrilly and awkwardly. The smile dropped back off Roy’s face, “I was not lying. I will not talk to Trent Crimm and neither will Keeley.”
Child - from A Treatment Room Doors Moment Ch5
Roy hadn’t yet worked out if Jamie was a great babysitter or just the older child you trusted to watch your younger child and hoped for the best. Sitting down for a while, as Jamie and Phoebe bounded around the Pleasure Beach with endless energy, did wonders for his mood and his knee. He was making great progress on his book, had a nice coffee to keep him warm and got to see Phoebe happy. “Look Uncle Roy look! Jamie won me a toy!” Phoebe screeched as she approached at gale force speed. Roy turned slowly and then leveled the bashful Jamie Tartt with a glare. The elephant soft toy was as big as Phoebe and she was having to carry it with her arms around it’s waist and held at her eyeline to avoid it dragging on the floor. “Did he now?” Roy stated, mentally stabbing Tartt in some very private places. Ruth was going to kill him when he rocked up back in London with Phoebe and this thing.
Genius - from Snap Ch8
“Smart ain’t it?” Jamie beamed. Beard actually took the time, for the first time on this trip to look at Jamie. The end of the season had come and Jamie had wound himself back into a tight little elastic band ball, ready to snap at the first display of outward pressure. He had come back from his trip with his mum and stepdad, laden with wine and stories of how great a time they had but still with that tension at his core. Now as they laid on a rock staring out over the ocean as the sun set, Jamie looked free. His smile was genuine, his shoulders loose and his ideas stupid. Just how it should be. “A real modern day genius,” Beard stated, somehow managing to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.
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mqonlighting · 2 months
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real talk in the tags for a second because i have a crush on a girl and i. a hehe. ahehehe.
will be burying this in reblogs and never touching on it again
#so random disclaimer this girl is like a year older than me and in high school it’s like a nono for older and younger batch to like be#a thing so i know i generally have no chance but i like to live in my own insanity and the progression of my crush on her has been absolute#ly cuckoo bananas. so like it started out as ‘i wanna be your friend’ and progressed into ‘shit they’re really pretty’ to ‘wow ur so??’ to#‘fuck i like them’ and then it died down and then by all golly it came back but more of a hallway crush now which is bearable bc i’m#not really a part of their life?? like we know each other but we don’t wave and shit and we don’t like ever interact that much so i was lik#ok this is fine bc they literally never think of me so i’m just admiring from afar. and the FIRST inciting incident was i request them onig#and i expect to not get accepted because according to their friends they onyl accept close friends and i’m like k this is a bad idea probs#but the worst that could happen is i get left in their follow requests right?? RIGHT?? but then within like two hours of reqing. lord.#i got. ACCEPTED. and they requested back. and suddenly it’s +1 tangibility like ok?? maybe we’re not as strangers as i thought we were#i later discovered i was not that special for this but also?? cool?? anyways for a while it kind of laid dead and we never spoke at all eve#tho i was in their acc now (at this time they barely posted but whenever they did it was so?? funny like they would slap the randomest shit#on that acc) and it was still a hallway crush altho my friends r awful (/pos) people who would always make me pass their hallway and i#would run into them so often but at this point we only ever like exchanged glances and they would walk right past me like i wasnt even ther#but THEN the second incident happened which was basically we had to play instruments for this christmas event thing and bc they’re literall#y amazing they played for it and i was roped into it and. i was so gay the whole time. bc who wears a leather jacket to school and gets the#prettiest haircut ever right on the last day before a long break?? and the worst part is whenevr something confusing happened they would#turn to me and this one other person and we’d b laughing together. like we r friends. and they’re so fucking nice they were checking up on#us the whole time i was literally dying i kept dropping my pick and stealing looks AURURUGH and they’re so gen funny and interesting i just#and the first few days of holiday break i just couldn’t stop thinking abt them it was so bad? like that was the moment where i was genuinel#like is this more than a hallway crush… eventually it died back down until the next event we had to play together where they were being SO#SO much more comf w me? like exchanging knowing looks when smt funny happens and that stuff.. at this point i didnt even know what to like#think of my crush on them so i just let it be yk. atp they’re not even waving at me in the hallways at all still so maybe they’re just bein#nice! BUT NO. THAT IS UNTIL I AUDITIONED FOR A BAND (theyr in charge of accepting) AND THEY ACCEPTED ME WHICH COOL BUT LIKE A DAY LATER I#HEARD FROM OUR MUTUAL FRIEND THAT THEY SAID ‘yeaa im so happy i got (my name)’ AS IN IN THE BAND. LIKE. HELLO?? HI U THIUGHT ABT ME?? and#during the first band mtg where everyone’s all awk they kept making eye contact w me and asking if i was good and making sure i got to say#smt before anyone made a decision and it. murdered. me. i’m sorry maybe it’s the fanfic writer in me or this shit is literally nothing and#think they’re just nice to everyone but who cares bc it means they’re nice to ME too. and then last week happened. which was like the nail#in the coffin. INTERACTION ACTIVITY. I IMPULSIVELY ASK IF THEY WANNA B GROUPMATES AND THEY SAY YES. THEY ONLY TALK TO ME AND THEIR FRIENDS.#I ACT STUPID. THEY ALUGH AND TOUCH MY SHOULDER. I ASK ABT THEIR CAMERA AND THEY GO ON A LONG-ISH (cute) RANT ABT SMTH. THEY ASK WHY I HAVE#BIG ASS STACK OF POST ITS. WE TALK. THEY LAUGH AT MY JOKES. SUDDENLY. THEY SAY A FULL HELLO IN THE HALLS. THEY WAVE AT ME A DAY LATER. FUCK
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hella1975 · 2 years
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WHY ARE YOU MESSAGING ME NOW OF ALL TIMES 🤺🤺 BACK 🤺 BACK I SAY 🤺🤺🤺
#not the childhood best friend popping up it’s as if he knows my mental health is fucked when I’m home#he said yes now is a great time to reach out actually#and he’s right too! i know damn well I’m gonna respond!#basically <- typed that word and burst out laughing bc idk how to even START explaining this mf to you guys#basicallyyyy me and him were in the same form at secondary so EVERY DAY we saw each other and in year 8 we dated#for a good while actually but tbh my mental health was FUCKED all caps FUCKED in year 8 like there was nothing special about it#it's just i reckon it was the first proper depressive episode i had and being so young i didnt know yet how to handle it#so i just spiralled and i did some really awful things and my home life really suffered for it and being me no one at school had a CLUE#so he was just like 'yes we are in love!' and i knew i didn't like him romantcially but i strung him along anyway#bc he genuinely was one of the few things keeping me above water at the time#which looking back i now know was a bad thing to do and i should have called it off sooner but like#his friendship was EVERYTHING to me at the time bc he was like really. adoring? he was really really infatuated with me#and at a time when i was convinced i was a monster it was just. i cannot explain how much he kept me sane#though he was obvs OBLIVIOUS to all that and when i finally got Mentally Healthy again i obvs broke up with him bc it was the right#thing to do and he was DEVASTATED like this man was vaguing about me on sc and refused to talk to me for MONTHS#but eventually we became friends again and at a time when i was changing friendship groups every YEAR if that he was just#a really consistant point in my life and i loved him a lot. BUT he always went for really batshit girlfriends and they always HATED me#no matter how nice i was to them and he'd always break up with them and crawl back to me and we argued like cat and dog like#he's the only friend ive ever had where we argued ALL THE TIME and he still liked me enough to come back#i genuinely thought the world of him despite everything we just have sooo much history#AND NOW HE'S MESSAGING ME???? god im not your strongest soldier
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lunaylin · 2 months
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there are… a lot… of issues with the finale but overall i’m happy they ended up together (as if i ever really doubted they would) and i really loved the pictures bit at the end
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niennanir · 9 months
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Listen to your elders
So last week I posted abut the importance of downloading your fic. And then three days later AO3 went down for 24 hours. No one was more weirded out by this than I was. But while y’all were acting like the library at Alexandria was on fire I was reading my download fic and editing chapter eight of Buck, Rogers, and the 21st Century. And also thinking about what I could do to be helpful when the crisis was actually over.
So first off, I’m going to repeat that if you’re going to bookmark a fic, you really need to also download the fic and back it up in a safe place. I just do it automatically now and it’s a good habit to get into.
But let’s talk about some other scenarios. Last October I lost power for over a week after hurricane Ian. Apart from not having internet or A/C I did find plenty to do, I collect books so I had plenty to read, but maybe, unlike me, your favorite comfort reads aren’t sitting on a bookshelf. So let’s do something about that, shall we?
In olden times many long years ago around 1995 we printed off a lot of fic. It was mostly SOP to print a fic you planned to reread and stick it in a three ring binder. And that’s totally valid today too, but you can also make a very nice paperback with a minimum amount of skill and materials.
Let’s start with the download; Go to Ao3 and select your fic, we’ll be working with one of mine. This method works best with one shots, long fic tends to need a more complicated approach. Get yourself an HTML download
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Open up the HTML download and select all then copy paste into any word processor. Set the page to landscape and two columns, then change the font to something you find easy to read, this is your book, no judgement. This is all you have to do for layout but I like to play a little bit. I move all the meta, summary, notes to the end and pick out a fun font for the title: 
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No time like the present to do a quick proofread. Congratulations, you’ve just created your first typeset. On to the fun part.
Now you’re going to need some materials:  8.5x11in paper ruler one sheet of 12x12 medium card stock (60-80lb) scissors pencil pen or fine tip marker sheet of wax paper white glue two binder clips 2 heavy books or 1 brick butter knife
You’ll also need a printer, if you’re in the US there is almost a 100% chance your local library has a printer you can use if you don’t have your own. None of these materials are expensive and you can literally use cheap copy paper and Elmers glue.
Print your text block, one page per side. Fold the first page in half so that the blank side is inside and the printed side out:
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use the butter knife to crease the edge. Repeat on all the sheets. When you’ve finished, stack them up with the raw edge on the left and the folded edge on the right. I used standard copy paper, because you’re only printing on one side there’s no bleed to worry about. Take the text block and line everything up. Use the binder clips to hold the raw edge in place.
Wrap the text block in the wax paper so that the raw edge and binder clips are facing out. I’m going to use my home built book press but you don’t need one, a brick or a couple of books or anything else heavy will work fine.
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Once the text block is anchored down, take off he binder clips and get out the glue.
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You can use a brush but you don’t need one, smear some glue on that raw edge.
Go make a margarita, watch The Mandalorian, call your mother. Don’t come back for at least an hour
In an hour smear some more glue on there and shift your brick forward so that the whole book is covered. This keeps the paper from warping. While glue part 2 is drying we’ll do the cover. Get out your 12x12 cardstock
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Mark the cardstock off at 8.5 inches and cut it. Measure in 5.5 inches from the left and put in a score line with the butter knife (the back edge not the sharp edge)
Carefully fold the score line, this is your front cover. You have some options for the cover title, you can use a cutting machine like a cricut if you have one, you can print out a title on the computer and use carbon paper to transfer the text to the cardstock. I was in a mood so I just freehanded that beoch. Pencil first then in pen.
Take your text block out from under your brick. Line it up against the score mark and mark the second score on the other side of the spine
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Fold the score and glue the textblock into the cover at the spine. Once the glue dries up mark the back cover with the pencil and then trim the back cover to fit with your scissors.
Voila:
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I’m going to put this baby on the shelf next to the Silmarillion.
The whole process, not counting drying time, took less than an hour.
If you want to make a book of a longer fic, I recommend Renegade Publishing, they have a ton of resources for fan-binders. 
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