#i was watching dancing with the stars and got a little distracted

[iwritefandomimagines]

TREEHOUSE — JESS MARIANO

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pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy jess’ flirty teasing. he’d be lying if he said that you didn’t make him uncharacteristically mushy.

warnings: swearing n fluff!!!, that’s all folks

author’s note: ok so i caved and started rewatching GG already — i had this idea and had to run with it! let me know what u think x

“Wow Y/N, we have got to stop bumping into each other like this!”

You looked up, rolling your eyes at the smirking boy before you as you placed down your book, “Oh yes,” you quipped sarcastically, “Such a shock to see you at your uncle’s diner that you live above and work at. Bonus points for you literally choosing to come over to my table, by the way. Usually you save our tantalising small talk for when I come to the counter for a drink.”

This only emboldened his smirk, and he glanced back to see Luke quirking his brow at his usual game — he always distracted himself from helping out by busying himself with talking to you.

In seconds he’d sat himself down in the empty chair opposite you, leaning on your closed book and staring so intently into your eyes you felt your heartbeat quicken immensely.

“What do you want, Mariano?”

“Ouch, last name?” he pouted, “And here I thought we were friends.”

Your heart was racing at how close to you he seemed to be, but his assertion of your supposed ‘friendship’ dulled this a little.

It infuriated you that he spent so much time flirting, and then every other moment acting like his having any romantic interest in you was a ridiculous suggestion.

“Friends, hm?”

In all the time he’d been loitering around, lending you books, stealing your books, making you coffee and all-round just finding any reason to be near you, Jess had never been certain his attraction to you was reciprocated either.

You’d started out shy, unsure of why the hell he seemed so struck with talking to you when he appeared so disdainful of everyone else in Stars Hollow.

And then you’d warmed to him, you’d opened up, you’d spent evenings as the only two people in Luke’s — just talking for hours on end — only to the next day seem distant again.

He’d tried to reassure himself that you did like him too, and that you were just shy, but something always stopped him from passing the boundaries of friendship beyond flirtatious remarks.

“Am I being relegated to an acquaintance?” he placed a hand over his heart and screwed up his face like he was going to cry, before relaxing it and smirking once more, “Or is your inquisitive tone your way of hinting at your undying love for me?”

“Shut up,” you shoved his arm gently, watching him feign a gasp, “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that right?”

Jess scooted his chair even closer to the table, “I totally thought that was your favourite quality of mine. My mistake!”

You didn’t reply for a moment, challenging him with eye contact and feeling your chest tighten at the way he seemed to match the intensity.

“What’re you doing tonight?”

This was new — he normally just hinted at caring what you were up to, nudged for you to give away whether you were seeing anyone, and danced around flirting just enough that he could deny it if you called him out on it.

You gestured to the book he’d made himself comfortable on, “A riveting night of draining your establishment of coffee ‘til you close, finishing this book and then probably either starting another or binging some shitty tv.”

It was only now that he looked at the book he was leaning on, clocking that it was Ham on Rye and he was the one who’d lent it to you when you’d expressed a desire to read more Bukowski.

“How’re you finding it?”

“Oh, and apparently starting the Jess and Y/N book club,” you teased, “Yeah, I’m enjoying. Thank you again for letting me borrow it.”

He smiled, “Anytime. Want me to leave you alone ‘til you’re done with it?”

You pondered his question for a moment. You didn’t want him to go anywhere, but weren’t quite sure if you should suppress your eagerness for his company.

“No, no,” you bit your lip, “Its alright. Does—,” you almost asked if Luke needed him, in the hopes that he’d say no and you could ask him if he wanted to get out of there. Almost.

“Does… what?”

“Nothing, never mind,” you shook your head, blushing crimson at how closely he watched your every move, “Its quiet in here tonight.”

He shrugged, “I was hoping you’d ask if I wanted to get out of here, because Luke definitely doesn’t need me when it’s this dead.”

You smirked, “Is this you asking me to get out of here?”

“Maybe.”

“Cool.”

“Cool?”

“Yes, Jess, cool. Let’s go somewhere else,” you grinned, pulling your book from beneath his elbow slowly and watching him roll his eyes at your teasing smile as you did so, “I was going to ask that. Didn’t want to seem too eager and boost your ego.”

He feigned insult again, “Ego? What ego?!”

He rose to his feet as you packed your book into your bag, gesturing that he was going to go and tell Luke he was leaving and quickly sauntering over to the counter, where you just about overheard Luke mumble, “Finally asked then?”

That made your stomach swarm with butterflies — this was really happening.

All this time, and things were finally progressing.

Jess briefly disappeared behind the counter, before re-emerging with his jacket and opening the door to the diner for you to lead the way out.

“Where’d ya wanna go?” you asked, your voice quiet as you suddenly felt anxious about being so close to him.

Your feelings for Jess had been growing steadily for so long now, bubbling under the surface, and now you finally had an inkling he actually liked you too you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

He shrugged again, looking down at his feet with his hands stuffed in his pockets as he ambled through Stars Hollow at your side.

“We can just walk,” you hummed, “Or we can go to mine. I’ve, uh, got a treehouse out back that my dad built when I was a kid. Or not if that’s a really fucking lame suggestion.”

He kicked a stone at his feet, “No, that sounds good. Totally lame. But good.”

That pleased you enough to elicit a small hum from your lips, and you found yourself walking a little closer to him as you led the way to your house, “Good. Follow me then.”

When you arrived at your house it was empty as ever — the reason you spent so much time at Luke’s was the rarity of company at your own home given your parents’ busy work lives.

You grabbed a few drinks from the fridge, some snacks from the cupboard, and then led the way out back to the treehouse, which was lit with fairy lights and adorned inside with band posters and shelves of books.

“I’ll give it to you, Y/N, it’s less lame than expected,” Jess nudged your side as you crawled in and slumped down on the mattress in the corner of the room, scoffing at him, “I feel honoured to have the Jess Mariano’s approval.”

“Should I feel privileged to be up here?” he licked his lips, eyes glancing over at the torn “NO BOYS ALLOWED” sign discarded at the edge of the tree house too, “Or does the sad state of the sign suggest I’m one of many exceptions?”

You rolled your eyes, “If you’re jealous that other boys may have been up here, you can just say that, Jess. But you should feel privileged because you’re the first. In fact, I can’t believe I didn’t even think twice about bringing you up here.”

He seemed to like that, his eyes glimmering as they darted between your lips and your eyes repeatedly while he found the words to respond.

“I’d say that means you like me, Y/N,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, and your close proximity left you shuddering as his breath fanned over your face, “Can’t say I blame you.”

His shit-eating grin made you roll your eyes for the millionth time tonight, “Here I was about to say maybe you were right. Thanks for snapping me out of it, shithead. I don’t like you nearly as much as you like yourself, huh.”

He just stared at you for a moment, eyes still twinkling and his breathing jagged.

“Funny, except I don’t think that’s true,” his head dipped to kiss you now, capturing your lips at first tentatively and then with increasing pressure as you kissed back.

He pulled back for a second, half smirking and half dazed, “Yep, I’d say you definitely like me.”

“Says the one who initiated the kiss,” you challenged, “And has been flirting with me incessantly since, like, the moment we met.”

He raised his eyebrow, “Oh is that so?”

“Are you denying it?”

“Oh no, I’ve definitely been flirting,” he licked his lips once more, desperate to kiss you again but trying to refrain for now, “It’s just funny that you’re only calling me out on it now.”

You gently shoved him and poked out your tongue, “I can kick you out of my treehouse whenever I want, you know.”

He only leaned closer again, “But you’re not gonna, are you?”

Jesus Christ you’d not been prepared for the palpitations in your chest right now. Your heart thrummed against your rib cage, drunk on the feelings that had only gotten stronger tonight.

“It’s your lucky day.”

You kissed him again, and the arm he wasn’t propped up on scooped around your waist to pull you closer and deepen the kiss, “Yeah, I guess it is.”

You stayed like this for god knows how long, joking around in between kisses and getting more and more comfortable in each other’s company, until he sat up abruptly and furrowed his brows.

“What’s wrong? Filled your kiss quota for the night and ready to leave or something?” you smiled, tongue in cheek, and he chuckled.

“Oh no, never. Just figured as much as I’d like to just kiss you, we should probably talk,” it was unlike Jess to look as nervous as he did right now.

In the time that had passed this evening, you’d grown comfortable enough to help him out a little here.

“I really like you, Jess.”

He wasn’t expecting that — you could tell from his wide eyes and open mouth, which he swiftly shut when he realised he was slack-jawed and silent.

He reached out to take your hand in his, fingers twiddling with yours, “You do? That’s, uh, good. ‘Cause I really like you too, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help the little joyous giggle that escaped your lips, and he couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him at the sound of it, “D’you want to stay over tonight? We can sleep in here?”

He kissed your nose, relaxing back into his reclined position again, “If you’re sure… I’d like that.”

“‘Mm, c’mon then,“ you cuddled in a little closer to him, suddenly overcome with tiredness from the evenings events, “…’m sleepy.”

He smiled, a broader smile than he was sure he’d ever smiled before, happy you were finally this close to him. He dipped his head to kiss your forehead, interlocking your hands as you got comfortable on his chest.

“G’night beautiful,” he whispered, and you could hear his heart thrumming in his chest. You couldn’t believe you’d found this side of Jess Mariano. And you weren’t going to get over that joy any time soon.

“Night Jess,” you hummed, already half asleep, “You better be here when I wake up.”

“Oh I will, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere.”

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ahhHhHhh i hope you enjoyed this !!! please feel free to make some requests if you’d like, or just let me know what you think! i’ve been in such a writer’s block funk lately — but hopefully i’m back now!

here is my masterlist if you’d like to read more of my works!

#jess mariano #jess mariano x reader #jess mariano x y/n #jess mariano x you #jess mariano imagine #jess mariano imagines #gilmore girls #gilmore girls imagine #gilmore girls imagines #gg

[xetswan]

IMAGINES- Jasper x reader

My Star

(This was requested months ago and I’m so sorry I’m just now putting this out 😭)

Twilight Masterlist

In which Jasper lost his “Star” before turning into a vampire and years later spots her with his new vegetarian family.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Carlisle asked Jasper whose eyes were widened already trying to control his thirst around all the humans.

He nodded his head.

Edward and Emmett stood on either side of him.

“If it gets too much let one of us know.” Alice stood in front of Jasper with a sweet smile on her face.

The family thought Alice and Jasper would end up together due to how much he trusted her but Alice knew she wasn’t the one for him.

He mourned for his lover before them.

Before turning.

She knew that was the only woman for him.

And he was glad she understand, not having to speak on it. The pain was too much for him to bare so he kept silent about it.

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiles down at the girl, his hands laid behind him, clasped together.

“Alright, you got this.” She nods at him, getting out of their way and the three men enter together. The rest of the family behind them.

As they entered the loud building the energy switched.

Jasper focused on the music that played, watching the girls that kicked their feet and played with the bottoms of their dresses as they danced.

The men that encourage them, cheering them on.

He scanned the room, observing.

“I want to dance.” Rosalie stated behind them.

“Let’s dance then baby!” Emmett boomed.

Edward furrowed his brows trying to remind them of why they were here.

Alice placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let them have fun.” She nods her head to assure him.

Edward makes eye contact with Carlisle who also allows it, taking Esme’s hand and taking her to dance.

He scoffs, staying sternly next to Jasper.

Jasper still scanned the room, not paying attention to his new family. Alice joined Jasper’s other side and took his hand.

“Want to try to dance too?” She had a lot of hope and confidence in him.

Something he could say the same for.

The blood burning his nose as he tried his hardest to hold it in.

“I don’t know, honestly.” He answers her, his nose flaring but he tries to hold it in.

“You got this, trust me.” She pulls him onto the dance floor as well.

Alice begins to twist her hips, following the rhythm of the music.

“C’mon!” She encourages, now kicking her feet and moving his arms for him.

“I don’t know how to dance.” He begins to smile.

“Just follow my lead.” She gets more into and he finally follows suit, the burning in his nose still there but she distracts him from it.

Edward still stood there, solemnly.

Watching Jasper’s every move, making sure he doesn’t get caught up and switch like a light.

As Jasper dances, he glances around again.

A shine of a light flashes on a man and he stares at the guy for a little bit before moving alone onto the next thing.

This time his eyes spot a lady.

A lady who looks oddly familiar.

Her hair bouncing as she dances and laughs.

Time freezes for him. Alice notices his change in posture. His moves slow down.

“Jasper?” She turns to see what he’s looking at. Edward comes up to them, pulling them off the dance floor.

“What happened?” Edward aggressively questions.

“I- I don’t know.” Alice stammers, Jasper’s eyes don’t leave the girl he saw.

“Jasper, what’s going on?” Edward grabs onto the mans shoulders.

“I see her.” Is all that leaves his lips.

“See who?” Alice asks, gently pushing Edward out of the way.

“My star.” He whispers, shoving past Alice and Edward, the girl left the dance floor and to the bar.

He stays feet away but watch her every movement just like Edward was doing to him.

But for him, he was trying to see if it’s true.

If it’s his star. As she got her drink, Edward grabs onto him once again.

“Jasper, you can’t do that.” Glaring at the man who doesn’t seem to be there. Not paying attention to his “brother.”

She’s on the move once again, a man beside her this time. She’s flirting with him and Jasper feels a pang in his chest.

She laugh and he hears it for a split second. That’s how he knew, it’s her.

It’s his star.

She grabs onto the man’s shirt that she’s flirting with and guides him outside into the back of the building. Jasper realizes he needs to get Edward off of his back.

He looks around trying to find something to do so. Alice watches Jasper’s movements and then she gets a vision.

Holding onto the wall once it’s over.

She grins and goes over to Edward.

“Eddie!” She laughs vibrantly, grabbing onto the boy and spinning him around. “Please dance with me!” She then spins herself with his hand. “Alice, now’s not the time.”

“When ever is there a time, Edward.” She pouts, then glances at Jasper and widens her eyes, telling him to go as she distracts the boy.

He mouths a “thank you” before rushing off. Following who he believes is his lover.

He exits the building, now being quiet.

He looks around for her. Not spotting her as the wind blows in the air. The moon shining down on him and the body of water ahead.

He takes a few steps out, he hears some noises of a man whimpering, gargling his own blood.

The blood smell fills Jasper’s nostrils.

He feels enticed by it, his body moving slowly towards the dying body feet away from him. It’s the man that she came out with.

It’s the same man from before.

And before he can get any closer his body flies to the ground with a thud. Someone pinning him down. “Who are you?” A voice questions, shoving him further into the ground.

The lady not getting a look at him.

He grunts, trying to fight her off. Slowly he stops fighting, trying to get a good look at her face.

“My star.” He huffs out, his hands laid next to him and her strength weakens on him. Pulling her hands back.

“Jasper?” Her voice breaks, this time he flips them over and pins her down. Not harshly.

She laughs loudly.

“My Jasper!” She squeals, not able to do anything but she kicks her feet to the ground as he stares down at her with a grin.

“[Name], I thought you were dead.” He tells her, observing every feature upon her face.

“I thought you were dead.” She lifts her head up to tell him. He lets her arms go but still straddles her waist, slightly hovering above her though.

“You’re one of them too?” He notices the blood that drips from her mouth.

“I was turned after you left, they invaded our home.” She informs him, leaning up on her elbows. He closes his eyes, shaking his head.

“I should’ve been with you.” He mentally beats himself up.

“Hey! Who’s back here?!” A voice shouts and the two scramble up. Jasper grabs her hand, yanking her away from the scene. They hide behind a vehicle as a sheriff flashes a light around the area they were just at.

He finds the body and gasps. [Name] giggles to herself, watching from the window of the car.

She looks down at Jasper with a smile, gripping his hand and she guides him to the lake in a fast movement.

“You eat humans?” He suddenly asks her. She furrows her brows. “What else would I eat, darling?” She bends down, cleaning the blood off of her face. Luckily none of it got onto her dress.

“Animals.” He responds in a quiet tone.

“Your family’s one of the vegetarians?” She sat on her knees but turned her body to his direction.

“Your’s isn’t?” He tilts his head.

“I don’t have one. I’ve been alone since they killed everyone in our village.” She hums, playing with the water.

“Everyone?” He repeats.

She then realizes how insensitive she sounds, that was his family too. “The Volturi, since everyone grew in havoc they deemed us dead. No hope for any of us to be civil enough to live out in the world.” She thinks back to her memories of when it all happened, the fire.

“I escaped without anyone realizing. I’ve been on the run for a while.” She stands up.

“Before the village was turned they told me you died. I had no reason of living. But then I was turned and I couldn’t even kill myself. It was tragic.” She places a hand on his cheek, rubbing it gently.

“Did you ever return home?” She goes to take her hand back but he grabs it, keeping it on his face. Cradling her hand.

“No, she told me you were dead and I couldn’t bare to see your name on a grave.” He spoke softly.

“She?” She furrows her brows.

“Maria. She turned me. Made me her personal soldier after she told me you were dead.” He closes his eyes trying to fight back the memory of him falling to his knees when he found out his star was dead.

“I’ll kill her.” Venom laces in [Name]’s voice but Jasper chuckles.

“She’s dead, my Star.” He shakes his head.

“Good, she’ll never experience my torture.” She half-jokes. Knowing there’s some truth to it.

“Never leave my side again.” He kisses her hand, pulling her into his arms.

“Never again.” She agrees, laying her head on his chest. It was cut off by yelling.

“Jasper!” His siblings were looking for him, he grabbed [Name], holding her close to him as the family found the man.

“Who is this?” Rosalie was the first to question. Esme held Carlisle’s hand. Alice clapped her hands.

“It’s her!” She grinned. Jasper gave the shorter girl an earnest smile.

“Her?” Rosalie gave a dirty look, still confused. “It’s [Name], his passed lover.” Carlisle announces.

Edward then lets it all hit him.

That’s why he was acting weird in the building. Relief also hits him when he doesn’t see blood all over him. Just a little on the girl next to him.

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[fillinforlater]

A little pre-Christmas breeding perhaps?

Feeling your hot thick cum inside of her only encourages Sakura to dance harder 😉

Both of you managed to not get caught but Chaewon knows something is up when Sakura has that burst of confidence and energy. Just thinking about it distracts Chaewon and she makes a cute little mistake when performing (Chaewon actually made a mistake during AAA performance 😂)

Knowing Chaewon is starting to get suspicious but deep down she's also a needy girl (Or so you've heard).

Would you continue to secretly fuck Sakura until Chaewon inevitably comes to you? Or would you rip the bandaid off, surprising Chaewon by fucking Sakura in front of her and hopefully convince her to join your frisky activities?😉

The Award She Wants

Male Reader x Miyawaki Sakura (ft. Kim Chaewon)

Length: 509 words

Tags: Quickie, a literal quickie, dialogue only, needy sex, THIGH STRAPS WORLD DOMINATION, prais kink, standing sex, creampie, cumming deep inside her, trying (not?) to get caught, needy_noona!Sakura

(A/N: the definition of late night BFH, as often thanks to @friskyriskywhisky)

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"Hurry, we don't have much time left."

"I'm here, I'm here—God, it's so hot in here. The Philippines are killing me."

"What do you think of this? Do you like it?"

"Your face? Gorgeous as always, Noona."

"No! The, the outfit. Does it look any good?"

"Oh, you better not feel self-conscious about it, Noona.

"Please, spin around for me. God, you look so good in this. Sexy, hot, perfect—naughty."

"Your hands, hng! You're the naughty one."

"I love that this dress exposes your navel. It makes you look irresistible, I can't get my hands off of those abs.

"You smell so damn good, Noona."

"You too~"

"The thigh strap is a nice touch. I bet many people want to get their hand underneath it and—"

"Hey, what are you—"

"Lift your leg high like this. Oh lord, Noona, I can see it in the mirror: your thighs have gotten rounder. Look how they jiggle in my hands."

"Touch them more, okay? Are they nice?"

"Hm, yes, but what is that? Your ass is hanging out, they will see so much of it. Almost like an Arin fancam."

"Y-you, ah, watch Arin fancams?"

"No, I only watch fancams of you.

"Now, what do you want, Noona? I can already feel your wet pussy; should I finger you? You'd glow so bright on stage after I make you cum."

"N-no."

"Should I pull down the bottom of this outfit—with this way, waaaay too short skirt and eat your beautiful ass?"

"Hng, no."

"Then what do you want, Noona? Tell me."

"I want, I want your c-cum, deep in my pussy! Quick, Chaewon will be here soon!"

"Oh, but last night you wanted me to last forever~

"And now you want to be filled while Chaewon waits outside, her ears on the door of the locker room? Lewd-kkura~"

"Stop, please, just fuck me!"

"Pull them down, I'm already hard for you, Noona.

"And kiss me.

"Let me give you the confidence you deserve."

"Oh fuck, your, your pe-nis is so nice, ah."

"Aw, you're so cute—my tight, little Noona.

"Your pussy, no, your fucking cunt is trying to empty my balls."

"Don't call it that! So deep, so deep, f-fill me."

"You're so lewd, your eyes, you

"Hot-kkura, Noona.

"Fuck, I'm getting close."

"Ah, right there, faster, yes!"

"Noona, y-your cunt, I—

"I could fuck you the entire time, e-every day. I need your snug cunt, and I'm gonna make it my little hole for cum. Be my little cock-sleeve for now, Noona, and, and shine—like the star you are."

"Ahhh!"

"Noona, I—

"Kkura-unnie!?"

"Chae-chaewon, wait!"

"I'm cumming, Sakura~"

...

"Our performance is in forty seconds, what are you still doing in there?"

"Pull them up, quick!"

"What the—who are you?"

"He, he is a friend."

"Yeah, I just got here and—good luck, on the performance?"

"You should not be here—dang it, Unnie. On stage, now!"

"Yes, of course!"

...

"Who are you, really? What happened?"

"I'm... just a friend? And we, uhm, hugged."

"Seriously? Is that why you got a fucking bulge?"

"Uhmm...

"Yep."

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #izone smut #male reader smut #sakura smut #izone sakura smut #lesserafim smut #le sserafim smut

[magiclostinfantasy]

Love Undone || Mattheo Riddle x reader

Warnings: swearing Summary: When Y/N is asked out by her secret admirer, Mattheo can't help but feel jealous.

Mattheo Riddle and Y/N L/N had been inseparable since their first day at Hogwarts. Their friendship transcended the ordinary; it was a bond forged in the shared corridors of the magical castle and fortified by countless adventures. They were two halves of a whole, completing each other in ways that only the closest of friends could understand.

Lorenzo Berkshire, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Draco Malfoy were also integral parts of their tight-knit group. The group moved through the grand halls of Hogwarts, their laughter echoing off the stone walls. In their fifth year, the challenges of magical education awaited them, but together, they faced everything with a united front.

As they navigated the intricacies of spells and potions, Mattheo and Y/N stood side by side, a pair that drew attention not just for their magical prowess but for the depth of their friendship. Mattheo, with his raven-black hair and piercing eyes, complemented Y/N's warm demeanour and contagious laughter. Their camaraderie was a source of envy for many, yet their connection remained unyielding.

In the common room, late-night conversations blended with the soft crackling of the fireplace. Mattheo, Y/N, and their friends reveled in the comfort of each other's company. Hogwarts was a place of wonder, but it was their shared moments that made it truly magical.

Little did they know that the tranquillity of their friendship was about to face the turbulence of unexpected emotions, stirring a chain of events that would challenge the very foundations of their bond.

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One ordinary day, as they sat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Y/N found herself distracted by a folded piece of parchment slipped discreetly onto her desk. Intrigued, she unfolded it to reveal elegant handwriting that danced across the page.

"Dear Y/N,

Your laughter is like a melody, and your eyes hold the secrets of a thousand stars. Would you grace me with your presence for a date in Hogsmeade this weekend? Meet me by the Three Broomsticks at sunset.

Yours sincerely,

Your Secret Ravenclaw Admirer"

A blush crept across Y/N's cheeks as she read the words. Mattheo noticed her distraction, nudging her gently. "What's got you so red, Y/N/N?"

With a mischievous grin, Y/N shared the letter with Mattheo and the rest of their friends. Excitement buzzed in the air as everyone speculated about the mysterious Ravenclaw suitor.

As the week progressed, Y/N couldn't help but wonder about the sender. The allure of the secret admirer and the promise of a date stirred a sense of anticipation. Mattheo, however, found himself watching Y/N more closely, a growing unease settling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't pinpoint the source of his discomfort, but the prospect of someone else capturing Y/N's attention didn't sit well with him.

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The days leading up to the weekend were a whirlwind of excitement and speculation. Y/N, still basking in the glow of the mysterious love letter, found herself caught between the thrill of the unknown and the unspoken tension that had crept into her friendship with Mattheo.

One afternoon, as they studied together in the library, Mattheo couldn't contain the turmoil brewing within him. "Y/N, are you sure about going on this date?" he asked, his voice laced with an edge of concern.

Y/N, surprised by the question, looked up from her book. "Why wouldn't I be? It's just a date, Mattheo. What's the big deal?"

Mattheo hesitated, struggling to put his feelings into words. "I just... I don't want you to get hurt, that's all. You don't really know this person. What if it's a prank or something?"

Y/N, taken aback, felt a spark of irritation. "The fuck? I can take care of myself. It's just a bloody date, and besides, it might be someone genuinely interested in getting to know me. Why are you so against it?"

As the words hung in the air, the tension between them escalated. Mattheo, torn between his protective instincts and the fear of revealing his true feelings, clenched his jaw. Y/N, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion, closed her book abruptly and left the library, leaving Mattheo sitting alone, grappling with his emotions.

<><><><><><><>

The weekend arrived, bringing a flutter of anticipation to the air as Y/N prepared for her date in Hogsmeade. The common room buzzed with excitement, but a palpable tension lingered between Y/N and Mattheo.

As Y/N made her way to the meeting spot by the Three Broomsticks, Mattheo couldn't shake the unease that gnawed at him. Unable to bear the thought of Y/N with someone else, he decided to follow her, intending to keep a watchful eye from a distance.

In Hogsmeade, the charming village was alive with students enjoying their weekend getaway. Y/N anxiously scanned the crowd for her secret admirer, while Mattheo trailed behind, hidden in the shadows. Pansy and Lorenzo, sensing Mattheo's internal struggle, exchanged concerned glances but decided to let him confront his emotions.

Just as Y/N was beginning to lose hope, a handsome Ravenclaw boy with brown hair and blue eyes approached her with a shy smile. The air was filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension as they embarked on their date.

Meanwhile, Mattheo, torn between loyalty and personal turmoil, couldn't resist the urge to intervene. As the pair entered the Three Broomsticks, Mattheo attempted to discreetly cast a charm to disrupt their date, but Pansy and Lorenzo, ever watchful, intercepted him.

"The fuck are you doing?" Pansy hissed, blocking his view of Y/N and her date.

"Move, Pansy! I can't stand seeing her with someone else," Mattheo pleaded, frustration etched across his face.

Lorenzo, with a stern expression, said, "This isn't the way, Mattheo. You need to trust Y/N to make her own choices."

With Pansy and Enzo standing in his way, Mattheo watched helplessly as Y/N and her date enjoyed a cosy corner in the bustling pub. His heart sank, as he watched her laugh with someone that wasn’t him.

In the aftermath of the failed sabotage, Y/N had discovered what Mattheo had attempted. The air hung heavy with tension between the two of them. The common room felt suffocating with unspoken words and wounded emotions.

Unable to avoid the confrontation any longer, Y/N sought out Mattheo in a quiet corner of the common room. "Mattheo, what the fuck were you thinking? Why would you try to ruin my date?" she demanded, hurt evident in her eyes.

Mattheo, unable to meet her gaze, struggled to find the right words. "Fucking hell, Y/N, I love you! I couldn't stand seeing you with that jackass."

The confession hung in the air, freezing time as Y/N processed the weight of Mattheo's words. The realisation hit her with a mix of surprise and clarity. The tension between them, the jealousy, and the unspoken emotions—they all made sense now.

"Why didn't you say anything before?" Y/N asked, her voice softer, the anger giving way to a vulnerable curiosity.

Mattheo looked up, meeting her eyes. "I was afraid of ruining our friendship. I didn't want to risk losing you altogether."

Y/N took a moment, absorbing his words, then whispered, "You idiot, I've loved you since our third year." Mattheo's eyes widened in surprise, hope flickering within them.

With a tender smile, Y/N continued, "I thought you didn't feel the same way, so I kept my feelings to myself. But if you're willing to, we can start something new."

Relief and joy flooded Mattheo's expression as he pulled Y/N into a passionate kiss. The common room, witnesses to the highs and lows of their friendship, seemed to sigh in contentment as the two friends-turned-lovers embraced the beginning of a new chapter.

#Mattheo Riddle #Pansy Parkinson #Lorenzo Berkshire #Blaise Zabini #Theodore Nott #Mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x y/n #riddle #mathteo #L/N #Y/n L/n #y/n l/n #Hosmeade #Ravenclaw #Slytherin Gang #Slytherin Boys x reader #Slytherin boys

[lovebugism]

summer themed request you say?

hmmm what about going out camping with steve for the first time!

I imagine he tries his best to be as prepared as possible, maybe even a little stressed out if things don't go exactly according to plan meanwhile reader is so excited about it all

thanks for ur request lovely! hope you like it!! — the one where boyfriend!steve patches up ditzy!reader after a fall (1.2k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

“We’ve only been out here an hour, and you’re already bleeding,” Steve grouses as he wraps gauze around the weeping scrape on your thigh.

He’s not upset at you, really — more so at the stick that all but stabbed you when you fell on it. He’s just happy he remembered to pack the first aid kit.

You shift on the uncomfortable boulder he’s got you sitting on even though he keeps telling you to sit still. You can’t help it. You can’t stop looking over your shoulder and squinting up the steep hill you fell from. “I almost made it all the way up,” you mumble, halfway to yourself.

Steve scoffs from where he’s crouched beside you. “Yeah. Almost.”

“It’s not my fault!” you defend with a halfhearted pout. “It was that stupid tree branch… Sorry.”

He wants to grumble about how much you’re moving, but a laugh spills from his mouth instead. He tucks the edge of the gauze into your bandage and smooths a wide palm over your thigh. His amber eyes glimmer with honey when he looks at you. “Who are you apologizing to, babe?”

“The tree root,” you murmur, embarrassed but trying real hard not to be. Your sheepish eyes flit back and forth between the hand that rests on your thigh and the gaze that sparkles at you. “I called it stupid. And I didn’t mean it…”

“Ah,” Steve hums in response, nodding as he smiles. “Right.”

He isn’t grinning so wide because he thinks it’s funny. Well, he does, but that’s only because he thinks you’re so damn cute. You’re always so gentle in your way. Sometimes, he thinks you feel everything everyone else feels. You’re never unkind because it would mean being unkind to yourself. You’re tender with everyone — every thing.

His smile grows when he watches you look over your shoulder again. You squint up the dizzying edge of the bumpy hill that knocked you off your feet. You’re not scared of it like a normal person might be. It made you bleed, but you would argue that the ground only kissed you.

“Do you think they got too far away?” you ask without looking at him.

“Definitely,” Steve nods with a scrunched nose, even though he can’t know that for sure. He just doesn’t want you running up it again. He’s scared he won’t be able to catch you like he did the first time, and that you’ll come out with a lot worse than a scrape. He isn’t sure if he could take more than that. Patching you up as your eyes glazed over with unshed tears was enough to break his heart.

“They’re probably long gone by now, honey.”

You turn back to him, beaming despite the throbbing in your thigh. There’s a twinkle that dances in your eye, brighter than the brightest damn star in the galaxy — Serious or whatever the hell Dustin called it. You’re your own sun, vivid enough to light up a thousand universes.

“They were cute, though, huh?”

Steve nods with pinched brows like the answer’s obvious. “Oh, totally.”

“I’ve never seen a family of deer before,” you confess, a bit like a child telling a barely hidden secret. You’re rambling before either of you realize it. “Like, I’ve seen big deer before, and I’ve seen baby deer, but I’ve never seen a momma deer and all her baby deer together, you know?”

“Well, how do you know it was the mom?” Steve challenges halfheartedly. “Maybe it was the dad.”

“‘Cause it didn’t have antlers. And female deer don’t have antlers, Stevie. Duh.”

“Right,” Steve concedes with a nod. 

His knees ache when he rises to full height again. His muscles are tender from crouching so long. His sneakers dig into the tall grass of the trailside as he stands above you.

A smile tugs at his pink mouth when you get distracted again, glancing over your shoulder at the same hill that got you into this mess. Your brows are scrunched, and your eyes are squinted in a vague sort of determination to hike it again.

He shakes his head and brings his palm to your chin. His gentle fingers are warm as they guide your attention back to his. You blink owlishly up at him, not realizing you’d drifted off. “What?” you hum innocently.

“You know what,” he insists, lip quirked in a knowing smile. “Don’t even think about it, sweetheart.”

“But I was so close,” you grieve in a whine. “And I still have that whole bag of trail mix you gave me when we set up the tent! I could’ve gotten to pet them if I just got a little bit closer!”

“Maybe, but I don’t want you climbing up there again, alright?” Steve tells you, a bit more firm in his kindness so you’ll really listen to him. He stays soft with you, though, grinning down at you while his thumb rubs a dirt mark off your chin. “You’re lucky I half-assed caught you the first time. You really coulda gotten heart, sweetheart.”

You beam up at him, leaning more intently into his palm. “Yeah. I’m real lucky you caught me when I fell for you, Stevie. Both times, actually.”

Despite the boy’s fluttering heart, he squints down at you. “Alright. Don’t get cute. I’m still mad at you.”

“Wait… Really?” you murmur, brows pinched in a childlike sense of horror. You can’t stand thinking that Steve would ever be unhappy with you — even if you do stupid stuff sometimes.

“No,” the boy assures with a swift shake of his head. “Not really. I just… I wish you’d be more careful, you know?”

You nod up at him, firm and smiling. “I’ll be careful.”

“Promise?” the boy presses. His brows raise as he tilts his chin to his chest. He puts his hands on his sides and cocks his hip. “I don’t wanna spend this entire weekend having to bandage any more scrapes, honey. I don’t think my poor heart could take it.”

“Pinky promise,” you tell him, holding your fist out towards him with the smaller digit pointing up.

Steve wraps his own around yours. And, upon your insistence that it must be sealed with a kiss, he bends at the waist to press his lips to your mouth. He feels your smile contort against him, bashful as you confess, “That was super sweet, Stevie, but I meant we had to kiss our thumbs.”

The boy scoffs in response. He mumbles vaguely about not knowing the pinky promise etiquette before abiding you anyway. 

He feels lucky when he manages to convince you to organize the tent. You get distracted with sleeping bags and lanterns and other miscellaneous supplies. Steve gathers sticks for a fire, knowing he’s got you occupied for at least half an hour.

But the sun is slowly starting to set. He knows you’ll be on the hunt for cool bugs come sundown. 

He also knows he’s happy to patch up your scrapes for the rest of his life. Well, maybe not happy, exactly — just so full of love for you that taking care of you is second nature to him. He can’t imagine spending his life doing anything else.

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington x ditzy!reader #st drabbles #stevie drabble #bug's summer fic fest!

[hischierdevils]

Friend's Don't | Q.H.

note: this was based on the g o r g e o u s picture above (quinn looks so fine) and the song Friend's Don't by Maddie & Tae

summary: everyone can see that you and quinn are more than friends. everyone except the two of you.

warnings: slightly jealous quinn, mentions of panic, fluff :)

wc: 2.4K

They don't cancel other plans Have conversations with nothing but their eyes They don't hear each other's names and forget to concentrate Hits a nerve and lights you up like dynamite

You hadn’t planned on spending time with your best friend over his all-star break, assuming since he saw you all the time he’d want to spend his break with his family. You assumed wrong because Quinn showed up at your place with his suitcase in tow and an extra plane ticket for you. He gave you an offhand comment about wanting to spend time with all of his favorite people as he watched you pack your bags and your heart nearly melted. 

The two of you met a year ago when you got lost on your first day of your new job. You were the new social media intern and had gotten lost in the halls of Rogers Arena, quite literally running into Quinn. He was sweet and showed you where to go. He also made sure to circle back and check on you at the end of the week to see how you were doing. He was the first friend you made in Vancouver. 

Your friendship grew organically, movie nights turned into binge watching shows together. It was pretty much guaranteed that he would be spending his day off with you if he could. He was always so quiet and reserved and you felt honored when he started talking to you about his problems. He’d call you after road games late at night when he was wide awake and couldn’t sleep. Anytime you had good news or bad, he was always the one you wanted to share it with. 

Somewhere along the way you realized that the feelings you had for Quinn were more than just platonic friendship. Every time you heard his name come up in conversation, you’d get distracted and find yourself suddenly daydreaming about him. The two of you could have an entire conversation without even speaking, much to Petey’s annoyance. You hadn’t wanted to risk your friendship so you kept your feelings to yourself. 

They don't almost say "I love you" When they're downtown somewhere, just a little drunk They don't talk about the future and put each other in it And get chills with every accidental touch

Quinn didn’t have to convince you to come with him, you happily flew with him to New York where the two of you met up with his brother Jack and his friend and teammate, John Marino. The four of you were currently in The Palace, a club that Jack had suggested. 

You were having fun, enjoying the alcohol a little too much, when Quinn accidentally bumped into you. He quickly put his hand on your waist to steady you so you didn’t fall over and heat spread through your body from his touch. “Sorry.” He mumbles as a slight blush rises to his cheeks. 

“It’s alright, Quinny.” You smile up at him as he keeps his hand on your body and for a moment you let yourself wonder what it would feel like to lean into him. To kiss him and tell him exactly how you feel…

“Maybe I should quit dancing for a while, eh?” He muses as steps away from you, leaving you wanting more of his touch. He looks undeniably hot tonight even though his outfit is simple. Black jeans, dark long sleeve shirt, and a backwards hat…you were quite proud of yourself for not jumping on him the moment you saw him. 

John says something to Quinn, effectively capturing the oldest Hughes’ attention. Quinn gives you a small smile before walking over and sitting down next to Marino. Since Jack took off for the bathroom, you sit by yourself and people watch. Many people are out dancing on the dance floor and you internally weigh the risk of asking Quinn to dance with you. 

The song changes to something with a slower tempo and you watch as people couple up on the dance floor. Glancing over at Quinn again, you silently wonder what makes him wearing a backwards hat ten times hotter. Unaware of your eyes on him, he brings the lip of his bud light bottle up to his mouth and takes a long sip. You must’ve been watching him for far too long because you feel someone nudge your shoulder. 

Turning your head, you find Jack smirking at you. “Do you need another drink? You look a little thirsty y/n.” 

“Fuck off.” You roll your eyes at him as you stand from your seat. Your drink is empty so you make your way over to the bar and Jack follows behind you. 

He leans against the bar beside you and sips his beer as you order your drink. “I need one of you to make the first move because the tension is killing me.” He says to you. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You play innocent even though he definitely just caught you checking out his brother. 

“Please, y/n.” Jack scoffs. “You look at him like he hung the stars in the sky and he can’t take his eyes off of you for two seconds. Just make out already!” The bartender hands you your new drink, looking slightly alarmed from Jack’s tone. 

“Thank you.” You tip him before turning your attention to Jack. “Quinn and I are just friends. That’s all we’re ever going to be.” 

He shakes his head at you in disbelief. “Is that what you want to be?”

You look over to the spot where you left Quinn, only to spot him chatting with a girl. Something he said makes her laugh and she leans into him, placing her hand on his shoulder. Jealousy washes over you as you watch the interaction and you force yourself to take a drink. 

“I want to be drunk and dancing.” You say to Jack. He follows your gaze, scrunching his eyebrows together as he watches Quinn flirt with the girl. 

“Let’s dance then.” Jack takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor before you have time to argue. He finds a spot for the two of you where Quinn has an unobstructed view and begins dancing beside you, keeping your hand held tightly in his. 

I keep telling myself this might be nothing But one look in your eyes and, God, there's something You can lie to me and say you don't But I know you do, and I love you too

It only takes Quinn about three minutes to realize you’re gone and he starts to panic as he looks around the large place, only calming down when he spots you at the bar with Jack. He’s just about to stand up and join you when the girl runs over and introduces herself. He holds a brief conversation with her out of politeness before Marino steps in, taking the girl's attention off of Quinn. 

You’re no longer at the bar when he searches for you again and when he finally does lay his eyes on you, he’s surprised by the rage he suddenly feels. He watches as his own brother spins you around the dance floor, soliciting smiles from you that should only be meant for him. 

He’s up and moving toward you before he can think about it. He hasn’t stepped over the friends line out of respect for you and the amazing relationship the two of you already share, but the sight of another man's hands on you is making him physically ill. Even though sober Quinn knows you have no interest in Jack whatsoever, inebriated Quinn needs reassurance. 

“What are you guys doing?” He asks once he reaches you, trying to play it cool. 

Jack catches the jealousy on his older brother's face immediately and pulls you closer into his chest as you both dance to the beat. “Y/n, wanted to dance.”

“With you?” As annoyed as Quinn is, he can’t help but be mesmerized by your smile as you let go of Jack’s hand and reach for him.  

“Do you wanna dance with me, Quinny?” He decides at that moment that you’re the only one he wants to dance with for the rest of forever. Your eyelids seem a little heavy and he knows that this isn’t the right place or time to confess his feelings so he accepts your hand, pulling you away from Jack and into his chest.

“She’s all yours.” Jack winks at Quinn over your head before walking over to John who’s still entertaining the girl. 

You wrap one arm around Quinn’s waist and place your opposite hand on his shoulder so you can face him while you dance together. “Are you having fun?” He asks you as he places a hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. 

“Mhm.” You look up at him through your lashes, a sleepy smile on your face. “Are you? Are you happy to see Jack?” 

It melts his heart to know that even in your sleepy-drunk state, you’re still concerned about his happiness. “I was.” He laughs to himself as he realizes Jack was betting on him getting jealous when he saw the two of you dancing together, effectively being the kick Quinn needed to make a move. “Kind of forgot how much of a pain in the ass he is.” 

“But you love him.” You muse as you rest your head on his shoulder. His heart begins to beat faster as the word love leaves your mouth. He wasn’t sure of it before but he is now as he holds you tightly in his arms. He’s in love with his best friend. 

Friends don't stand around, playing with their keys Finding reasons not to leave Trying to hide their chemistry Get a little too close We do, but friends don't

Quinn walks you up to your hotel room, a steady hand on your lower back the entire way even though you switched to water an hour ago. You swipe your key card and he follows you inside, making sure the door is securely shut behind you. 

He sits on the edge of your bed quietly as you flutter in and out of the bathroom, doing your nightly routine. He’s watched you do it so many times he knows exactly what you’re looking for every time you step out of the bathroom in search of something. 

“I don’t know what I'd do without you.” You mumble as he hands you your moisturizer on your third trip from the bathroom. He smiles softly in response and as you walk away again, he starts to wonder what his life would be like without you in it. If he couldn’t call you to hear what book you were reading that week, what baked goods you were trying to make or even just hear your voice…

The feeling of loss slams him so hard in the chest that he panics and walks to the doorway to the bathroom just to make sure that you’re still there. You’re innocently brushing your teeth but when you see the look on his face, you quickly finish up. 

“Are you okay?” You ask as you walk toward him. 

“Y-yeah, yeah.” He nods, trying to convince himself as well as you. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

“I’m okay, Quinn.” You laugh as you flick the light off and walk past him to put your things in your suitcase. “I’m all ready for bed.” You assure him as you sit on the edge of the hotel bed. 

He nods, realizing this is his cue to head to his own room for the night. “Right, uh, good night y/n.” He turns toward the door, even though the last thing he wants to do is leave you right now. 

“Wait!” You jump off the bed, reaching for his hand. “Do you want to…um…” 

“Yes.” He responds, his body half turned toward the door. 

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.” You laugh as he walks closer to you. 

“Whatever it is, the answer’s yes.” He gently places his free hand on your face, softly caressing your cheek as his eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to your eyes. 

“Quinn…” Your voice is just a whisper as you both try to communicate everything you’re not saying. “Kiss me.”

He doesn’t hesitate by pressing his lips to yours. Gently at first but as soon as you kiss him back, he’s backing you up so the backs of your legs touch the bed. He lets go of your hand and cups the back of your neck, tilting your head so he can kiss you deeper. You run your tongue over his bottom lip until he parts them, allowing you entrance. 

When the two of you finally pull away you’re both panting and your lips are swollen. Quinn presses his forehead to yours as he rubs soothing circles on your back. “That was…” He searches for the right word. 

“Amazing?” You supply as you smile. “Want to do it again?” 

“Absolutely.” 

Quinn ends up spending the night. Once you thoroughly exhaust yourselves with your make out session, he cuddles you tightly to him as you lay in bed together. He asks you to confirm at least three times that it’s not a dream before he falls asleep so you kiss him softly in response each time.

In the morning, you’re rudely awakened by none other than Jack, rounding everyone up for breakfast. “Y/n, do you know where Quinn is? He’s not in his ro-” Jack’s eyes go wide as Quinn opens the door for him. 

“No, haven’t seen him.” You tell Jack as you sit up in bed. Quinn laughs at your sarcasm as he closes the door behind Jack. 

He looks between the two of you, taking notice of the clothes Quinn is still wearing from the night before. “Just friends, eh?” Jack sits on the edge of the bed and smirks at you. “Was this a friendly sleepover, y/n?”

Quinn points to the door. “Alright, get out.”

Jack ignores his brother and winks at you, causing you to laugh. “How come I didn’t get an invite?”

“Seriously, man?” Quinn slaps Jack’s shoulder. 

“Alright, okay.” Jack laughs as he holds his hands up in surrender, “I better get credit for this at the wedding.” 

Quinn winces, fearing it may be way too soon for you to hear jokes like that when everything is still too new. He shoves Jack out the door, promising you’ll meet him for breakfast in ten minutes. When he turns around to look at you, you’re smiling at him. “We’re not inviting him to our wedding right?” 

“Absolutely not.” Quinn grins walking over to capture your lips in a kiss.

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes #my writing

[itsbeeble]

Adoration

Summary: Though you’ve only been together a few months, you and Wonwoo are completely starstruck by each other. It really shows tonight.

Genre: Suggestive, more plot than usual, fluff (this is really soft until the end mostly), angst if you really think about it

WC: ~2.9k

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x gn!reader (reader wears make up, but no specifics toward gender were implied)

Warnings: Making out, Wonwoo is a huge simp in this tbh, pet names (my love, reader calls wonwoo nonu sometimes if that counts), marking

Notes: this was supposed to be like 700 words max but I got a lil carried away and here we are. This is based off something I saw on here but I can’t remember what it is so if I find it I’ll rewrite this! 

part 2 here!

It’s been 45 minutes since Wonwoo got to your apartment.

45 minutes of him sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning back on his hands while he watches you get ready for the date he has planned for you two. Granted, he did show up an hour before he was supposed to. He was nervous though. This was the first time he’d ever been in your apartment and he didn’t quite know what he was supposed to do. The two of you had been seeing each other for a few months. A few months of simple dates: movie theaters, breakfast at the diner near your apartment, coffee when the two of you were free. Sure, he took you out to dinner. But he hadn’t taken you anywhere too fancy yet, and that was what tonight was for. 

Right now, however, the date is the last thing on his mind. He’s completely entranced by you as you do your hair and your makeup. He knows his jaw is partially open, knows that he’s been staring for far too long but you’re just so pretty and he doesn’t at all mind that his arms are getting sore. 

“I’m sorry I’m taking so long.” You glance at him through your mirror, a small pout on your lips as you put away your mascara. He just smiles at you. 

“Don’t be sorry,” Wonwoo reassures. “I like watching you.” He watches you become flustered, a small smile lifting on his face when you hurriedly put on your lipstick to finish off your look. He knows you’re rushing because of him, but he wishes you wouldn’t. He wanted to watch you a bit longer. 

He watches you rise from your chair and he sits up, tilting his neck to crack it a bit. 

“How do I look?” You do a little spin, showing off your look. Wonwoo eyes you up and down, that same starstruck smile on his lips as he does. The heat rises back to your cheeks and you begin to mess with the edge of your blouse. 

“You look stunning, my love.” Wonwoo reaches his hand out for you. “C’mere.” You shuffle toward him, your house slippers sliding easily against the carpet below you. You take his hand and he pulls you to him to stand between his legs. He’s staring up at you from the rounded glasses that sit on his nose, his hands now resting on your waist and your arms are on his shoulders. 

Wonwoo’s looking at you like you put the stars in the sky, and that alone makes you more nervous than the day you met him at the coffee shop across from your workplace. You play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, trying to distract yourself from how he’s looking at you, but you can’t help it. 

“You’re so pretty,” Wonwoo murmurs, rubbing circles into your waist with his thumbs. 

“You’re pretty too…” Your voice is quieter than his, your nerves eating away at you, and he smiles before leaning up to you. He’s centimeters away from you, his gaze dancing across your face. Your hair falls from where you had tucked it behind your ears and forms a curtain around the two of you. His lips twitch upwards at your shy comment, and he bumps your nose with his own.

“Can I kiss you, my love?” He brings one of his hands to your cheek and you lean into it. Lean into him. You nod, and he exhales quietly. 

The kiss is slow to start. Neither of you is very affectionate people in public. You’re not cold to anyone or each other, just more reserved. This means that you hadn’t shared many kisses these past few months. Not that it was bad, of course.

Wonwoo pulls away from you just a bit to give you some breathing room, ready to tell you that the two of you should get going. You don’t let him speak, and you press your lips back to his. His hand is still resting on your cheek, thumb brushing over it gently as his lips move carefully over yours. 

You know you should probably, but his lips are just so addicting. Every time Wonwoo pulls away from you, you chase his lips. He’s still smiling against your lips, fully aware of the effect he has on you. Your tongue pushes out gently, swiping along his lower lip and he inhales quietly but sharply. He allows you in, his tongue poking at your own but he lets you lead the kiss for the most part. 

“Y/n,” he mumbles against your lips, moving his hand to grip your chin loosely between two fingers. He pulls back and this time you can’t fight against him. “My love, we have to get going if we want to make our reservation and you and I both know how you’ve been looking forward to this.” You frown and Wonwoo presses another soft kiss against your lips. “C’mon, baby. Go get your shoes and we’ll get going.” 

The drive to the restaurant is long and excruciating. You can’t help the butterflies in your stomach while you watch Wonwoo drive, his hand gripping the steering wheel loosely with one hand while the other plays with your fingers on the center console. It’s your turn to stare at him. Him in his fitted black turtle neck and black slacks. Him in his rounded glasses with his hair that looks far too soft for you to not be allowed to play with it right now. 

“If you keep staring at me,” he squeezes your hand tightly and you purse your lips. “I’m going to have to turn the car around, my love.” 

“Would that be so bad, Wonwoo?” He smirks a bit but doesn’t respond for a moment. He just moves his hand out of your own and to your thigh. Your body tenses, your back straightens, and the butterflies in your stomach become more like a zoo. His fingers squeeze lightly at your skin, but he doesn’t push any further than that. Whether it’s respect or he’s simply teasing you, you can’t help the small ache within you, crying out for him to touch you. 

“No,” he finally says. “No, it wouldn’t.” 

Oh. 

Oh no.

When you’re finally in the restaurant, sat at a little booth in the corner per Wonwoo’s request, he makes it a point to sit right next to you instead of across. The tension from the car seems to have disappeared as soon as you sat down, and the two of you begin with light small talk. Talking about your weeks, how work has been since you last saw each other. Simple conversation to keep you busy until your food has been ordered. As you talk, you notice that he’s still got that look in his eyes.

He’s still completely starstruck by you, and the more you realize it the more nervous you get and the more his smile widens. 

“Nervous, my love?” He takes a sip of the drink in front of him, his arm thrown around the back of the seat and his body turned mostly toward you.

“No,” You deny, but the more you deny it the less you believe yourself. “Not at all.” He chuckles at the smile you flash him. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, absolutely.” You know he sees right through your little lies, but you’re glad he doesn’t mention it again. 

Dinner and dessert. That’s all you have to get through and then you’ll have Wonwoo to yourself again. So long as you can both hold off for that long, at least. Since your entrées came out, Wonwoo’s been looking at you with an expression you can’t quite read. His eyes are darker, but maybe it’s just the lighting. 

“You know,” he leans toward you a bit and you blink rapidly. Your dessert spoon is held loosely in your hand, balancing delicately above some cake that you’d both decided on sharing. “You’re so pretty, my love.” 

“So you’ve told me.” You try to keep the nerves out of your voice but it’s hard when he looks like he wants to eat you alive.

“And now I’m telling you again.” He shrugs and takes your spoon out of your hand. He taps it against the side of the plate, thinking for a moment. 

“You look lost in thought, Nonu.” You tilt your head and gaze at him curiously. “Are you okay?” Wonwoo chuckles and shakes his head. Then he nods.

“I’m perfect, my love. Absolutely perfect.” The spoon dips into the cake before you and he’s rising before the spoon reaches his mouth. “Let’s get out of here.”

The tension from the ride to the restaurant has returned. Wonwoo seems tenser than you had been, and that’s making you nervous. You can’t help but wonder if you did something wrong at some point during the night. Wonder if something happened and you just didn’t pick up on it. As much as you think back, there’s not a single thing that you can find that might have upset him. 

Wonwoo has both his hands on the steering wheel, gripping it tightly as he stares at the road. You don’t understand. Everything had been going so smoothly, and as soon as you both left the restaurant and got in his car, he’d stopped talking. Stopped interacting with you. 

“Nonu?” Your voice is quiet, cutting through the silence of the car. He glancest you, eyes the way you’re turned completely toward him in your seat. 

“Sit back down, my love.” The usage of the pet name makes you relax, but not a lot. 

“Something’s wrong, right?” He doesn’t respond, so you press the topic a bit more. “Did I do something wrong?” 

“What?” You can see his brows knitting together and you nervously bit at your lip.

“Well…you’ve been really quiet and tense since we left the restaurant and I figured that, well, maybe I’d done something wrong…?” Your voice trails off and Wonwoo bites the inside of his cheek. 

“You didn’t— I’m just—” Wonwoo sighs and turns into your apartment complex, parking in one of the guests spaces and shutting off the engine. Your eyes are wide with nerves and shock, and he grabs one of your hands. “C’mere, my love.” He pats his thigh and waits for you to realize what he’d asked. There’s a blush on your cheeks as you climb over the central console rather clumsily and place your legs on either side of him. Your hands are sitting in your lap and he takes them into his own. 

“If I did something wrong,” you mumble, “please tell me—”

“You did nothing wrong, my love.” Wonwoo squeezes your hands tightly in his own and sighs. “I’m sorry I made you feel like that.” 

“S’okay.” You smile at him and tilt your head. “What’s got you so tense, then?” He hums and runs his hands up and down your arms and pulls you just a little closer. 

“I just…” His voice trails off when he locks eyes with you. This whole night he’d been restraining from repeating what happened in your apartment. He didn’t want to push you too far too fast, but with the way you’re looking at him… though the look is of pure innocence, he can’t help but want to kiss you until neither of you can breathe. “It’s not important, my love. I promise I didn’t intend to come off as tense.” You don’t believe him, and he knows that, but you nod and lean forward to place a small kiss on his cheek. 

“As long as you’re okay…” His nose brushes against your cheek as he moves to look you in the eyes again, your faces now centimeters apart. Your cheeks flare red at the pure adoration in his eyes. “Can…” you clear your throat, fidgeting on his lap. You feel his body tense up and your stomach begins to do somersaults. “Can I kiss you?”  

The man under you doesn’t give you a verbal response. He takes his glasses off to set them down in the cupholders, lest they poke one of you in the eye. His lips find yours in a matter of moments afterward. The kiss is similar to the one in your apartment, paced slowly by him even though all you want is for him to kiss you harder. Faster. Wonwoo’s hands are settled on your thigh and on your waist, his grip tightening and loosening periodically as the kiss continues. Your arms are wrapped fully around his shoulders, pulling him closer and closer. 

When your tongue pushes at his lower lip, he doesn’t open up for you. You can feel the smirk on his face though your eyes are closed and you can’t see him. Your tongue retracts back into your mouth, not quite willing to push his limits at the moment. A split second later, however, his tongue is pushing its way past your lips. You inhale sharply, your mouth opening just a bit. Just enough for his tongue to slip into your mouth. Your own pushes back, and the kiss becomes something neither of you expected it to. It’s sloppy and wet and desperate and neither of you wants to pull away. 

The first time you suck on his tongue while it’s in your mouth, Wonwoo lets out a low groan that has your body shuddering. The next time, he pulls away from you, his eyes dark with an emotion you hadn’t seen before, but now recognize as lust. He doesn’t say anything as he looks at you, but the hand on your waist slides up to rest under your jaw. Your wavered breaths falter when he squeezes your jaw, your mouth opening and releasing a quiet whine that has him twitching in his slacks. 

“So pretty, my love.” Wonwoo coos, his lips crushed against yours just moments later. It’s a bit harder for you to kiss him back when he’s got your jaw in an iron grip, making it so all you can do is swirl your tongue around his and let him kiss you. The whole situation has your eyes rolling back, your spine arching into him, and your core aching. 

The lipstick you’d worked so hard to keep nice throughout the dinner has been smeared all across your lips and rubbed onto Wonwoo’s own. He doesn’t mind, though. He doesn’t mind one bit because he’d been thinking about this since the moment you first kissed him at the edge of your bed. 

Wonwoo’s tongue licks at the roof of your mouth, flicks against the tip of your tongue, and traces every single centimeter of your wet cavern that he can reach before he’s releasing your jaw and you’re finally able to return his…affection. He barely gives you the chance, much to your dismay, before he’s tracing his lips along your jaw and placing kisses against the side of your neck. Those kisses become harsher and harsher the lower he goes, stopping at your collarbone and pushing you back a bit so he can undo the first few buttons of your dress shirt and place kisses against the skin of your chest. One of your hands tangles in his hair, the other gripping the fabric of his turtleneck, holding him against you while breathy moans bubble in your throat. 

The kisses he places are unlike anything you’d received before. He sucks and bites at the skin under his mouth until there are dark purple marks beginning to form before he runs his tongue over them and places softer, sweeter kisses over each one to soothe the ache that’s been created. He’s rough, but still gentle with you. He supports your back so you don’t hit the steering wheel, and pulls your shirt up just enough to keep you somewhat covered due to the fact that you’re still in his car. A car with tinted windows, but he doesn’t want to risk anything in such a public area. 

“Is this…” Your voice is high-pitched, gasps and whines interrupting you as he continues to suck marks into as many places as he can reach. “Is this why— fuck— why you were— were so tense— oh god, Nonu—” Your lover uses one hand to tilt your head, nipping your earlobe and sucking a mark into the skin just beneath your ear. He hums when you finish you’d struggled so hard with. 

“Maybe.” There’s amusement in his voice and Wonwoo trails his lips back up your neck and pulls away from you completely. 

That look is in his eyes again as he gazes over the art he placed on your skin. Hickeys litter your chest, your collarbones, and your neck. Some of them are easily hidden, some of them are not which makes his heart swell with pride. Your hair is in complete disarray, and your shirt has fallen down completely on one side. Your lipstick is completely smeared across your lips, cheek, and chin from how furiously he’d been kissing you. 

“I’m gonna have to show up to work like this tomorrow.” You pout at his while he helps you fix your shirt, doing all the buttons and adjusting the collar. He smiles and pulls you down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You have his glasses in your hand when he pulls away from them, and he closes his eyes while you push them up his nose. 

“It’s awfully bold, my love,” he runs his thumb across your cheek again and leans up until his lips are right next to your ear, “that you’ll be able to leave the apartment by the time I’m done with you.”

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[atiny-moon]

i need you

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

Genre: smut with a dash of angst, or atleast some heavy feels

Pairing: established!bf!san x fem!reader

Tags: angsty thoughts, fingering (f receiving), choking, unprotected sex (dont do it), kitchen sex, wall sex, bedroom sex

Word Count: 4.6K

18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI

You and San met during his trainee days. You were on your way to study classes when you came across a little lost boy with a darling little bowl haircut. You asked him if he needed help and he asked you for directions to the KQ building. You let him know it was on your way and you didn’t mind showing him how to get there. Every day after that, the two of you walked with each other on your way to your respective after school activities - his training and your studying.

Even after you graduated and got into the school of your dreams, you made the time to walk San to his training. It was important for you to be there to support him. He was chasing something so far out of your reality, there really was no other way for you to be there for him. It wasn’t like you could dance for him, or sing for him, or do anything for him other than show up and be his rock. His shining star in the night sky.

There were days where you didn’t get to see him due to your schedule or his, but during those days you messaged back and forth as often as you could. Because, to San, you were also chasing something he could never truly wrap his mind around. He didn’t understand why you wanted to do what you wanted to do, he just knew he needed to support you. He wanted to be the person you turned to when things were going terribly. He wanted you to lean on him as much as he leaned on you.

And so the two of you pushed each other. Pushed each other to try to become the best version you could possibly become - how could you not? You had an amazing partner who had your back every step of the way and there was no foreseeable future in which either of you failed. You could do absolutely anything as long as you had each other.

That’s why when you found yourself slumped in your desk chair, staring at the blinking cursor on the blank email, you wondered what San would do if he had to reply to emails? Would he just type a one word response to everything? Or would he reply with one of his many idioms? The thought of San scrunching up his nose at a screen while composing the perfect email made you laugh.

Then, realizing how long it had been since you’d actually seen your boyfriend, you pouted and slumped further down your chair. You glanced at the time and saw it was near 7:30 PM… you hadn’t eaten anything since lunch and you still had a handful of emails left before you could call it a day. Still slumped in your chair, you rolled your eyes and contemplated leaving the emails for the morning - what would a few hours delay really mean? Surely they could wait.

You were about to sink further in your chair in an attempt to hide from the responsibilities of work when your phone screen lit up. Ah, yes. Distraction. You picked up your phone and read the message on the screen, “Just finished practice. Wanna have dinner?” It was from San! Sanni! Your Sanni!

You quickly responded with, “Still at work, finishing up some emails. I can meet you in thirty minutes?”

There was a bit of a pause as you watched San start and stop typing at least three times before replying, “Come to my apartment.”

The amount of pure excitement at the prospect of seeing your boyfriend perked you up faster than your favorite cup of coffee. You finished up the remainder of your emails and hurriedly said goodbye to your coworkers. Before heading out, you made sure to freshen up just a smidge by throwing on a fresh coat of lip gloss and adjusting your black-and-white wrap dress. And just like that, you were standing outside of San’s apartment a little after 8 o’clock.

You knocked on the door and were greeted with a chorus of “Come in!” You let yourself in and were met with such a warm, familial sight - Mingi relaxing on the couch, an anime playing on the television screen in front of him; Seongwha puttering about, muttering about how dirty everything was; Wooyoung could not be seen, but could be heard whipping something up in the kitchen; and the best sight of all was San standing in front of the doorway in his comfy loungewear.

Seeing him like this was like seeing him for the first time. His skin was still damp from a shower and his hair was still mussed. His white tank top looked too big and too small for him all at the same time and his gray sweatpants were sitting dangerously low on his tiny waist. Your breath caught in your stomach - did he get bigger?

“Hi,” San breathed out.

“Hi,” You breathed in.

San stepped aside and let you enter the apartment. You went in for a hug and a kiss but were instead met with the briefest side hug you’ve ever experienced. Hm, that was weird. You watched San’s face for any change of expression but his gaze was fixed forward, and his lips set in a stern line of concentration. Why wouldn’t he give you a hug? You wanted to press him further on it but he slipped out of your grasp and off towards the kitchen.

As you took off your coat and slipped off your shoes you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on? San normally couldn’t keep his hands off you. Was it because the members were here? Was it because you just got off work? Oh, no! What if you smelled bad? Did you step in something?! You quickly checked your shoes and saw nothing of the sort. You tried to ease the insecurities out of your mind and focus on the fact that you were here with San. Maybe he was just tired. You yourself had just gotten off work and could be reading into something that wasn’t really there.

You shrugged it off and slipped into your comfy white cat guest slippers. The slippers were a couple’s set - San had a pair of black cat slippers and you had the white ones. His idea.

You walked further into the apartment and greeted those that looked up at you. Mingi and Seongwha both said hello but Wooyoung was too focused in the kitchen to really glance up. He did manage to shriek his greetings over his shoulder.

“Mm, that smells amazing Wooyoung. What is it?!” You asked cheerily as you walked into the kitchen.

San was standing off to the side, not really saying anything, and just watching Wooyoung work. You walked up behind San and casually wrapped your arms around his waist but just like before, he stepped out of your grasp before you could truly hug him. Wooyoung had his back turned and did not notice this.

You were again puzzled but snapped back to reality when Wooyoung responded, “It’s your favorite!” His smile was so big and bright as he looked over his shoulder at you.

“I told the guys you were still at work and Wooyoung insisted he make you dinner..” San spoke up from the opposite end of the kitchen. The sentiment was incredibly sweet and it made your heart melt but when you looked at San to catch his gaze, he avoided it. He kept his eyes firmly on Wooyoung and what Wooyoung was doing. His distance was making you a little sad and not really sure what to do, you turned away from the kitchen and started setting the table.

Seongwha immediately stopped his puttering to come over and help you set the table, “You’re a guest - you shouldn’t be setting the table.” His voice was low and quiet and had the softness of a laugh hiding at the corners. You wanted to say something to keep the energy light and playful but all you could think about was how cold San was being. What if you really did smell bad?

“Seongwha…” you whispered, “..do I smell?”

Seongwha, unphased and unbothered, replied with a simple, “You smell like you always do.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. What the hell did that mean?! Just as you were about to question him further, you heard Wooyoung call out from the kitchen, “Dinner’s ready!!” at the absolute top of his lungs. You were grateful for his windpipes and their ability to ground you in that moment. Wooyoung definitely had his charms.

Everyone took their seats at the dinner table, taking care to leave an open spot next to you. But while San was usually one of the firsts at the dinner table, tonight he was extra slow - even slower than Mingi. Did he not want to sit with you? Did he not like you anymore? That was a silly idea! He literally invited you over for dinner with him and his members an hour ago. What in the world could change in one hour? You were so lost in thought, you were late to thank Wooyoung for making and serving you dinner.

“Thank you so much, Wooyoung. My favorite meal by my favorite chef has made my heart and tummy so happy.” The warm smile that touched Wooyoung’s lips melted his entire face and you could swear his cheeks were getting a little pink. At least someone liked you.

You risked a glance at San and saw that his gaze was still fixed forward and he was still actively avoiding your line of sight. You opened your mouth to call him out on his weird behavior when all of a sudden San grabbed your hand and turned to you, “I’m so happy you enjoyed dinner.”

The sudden compliment caused your brain to restart. His words were genuine so you knew he wasn’t being sarcastic - not like San was that type of guy, anyway. But his hot and cold attitude was starting to throw you off. What in the world was going on?! As you wrestled with these thoughts, San interlaced his fingers with yours and turned away from you once more.

You were still confused as to why San was acting the way that he was but at least you were holding hands. And then the thought of you two breaking up popped into your head again. Maybe that was why he was acting so strange? But, he couldn’t break up with you in front of his members while holding your hand, right? That would be preposterous. But! What if he was just getting the courage to do it? Kind of like one last hurrah before he ends things for good.

The thought of things ending between you and San made your heart skip a beat in the worst way. You didn’t want that. Reflexively, you brought up your free hand and held onto San’s bicep. Luckily, he didn’t pull away from you. If anything, he relaxed into your touch and let you hold his arm as if he hadn’t been acting so weird the entire night.

The conversations danced around you but you couldn’t quite join in. You wanted to make jokes at Seongwha’s expense, to quip with Wooyoung, to tease Mingi - but all you could do was hold onto San’s arm. Slowly the night carried on and both you and San found yourselves sitting silent amongst your friends. Wooyoung was the first to notice the shift in atmosphere, followed by Seongwha, and lastly Mingi.

“I heard Yunho and Yeosang got a new game,” Wooyoung said to no one in particular.

“Do you wanna take them some leftovers?” Seongwha inquired.

“Let’s bring them ice cream!” Mingi suggested.

One by one, the three boys got up from their seats and shuffled out of the apartment. Their voices carried in the hallway as they laid siege to another apartment.

You were slow to peel yourself up from the dinner table, San still sitting in silence. You absolutely had no idea what was going on with him but somewhere in the pit of your stomach you had braced yourself for the inevitable - the break up.

Out of habit, you cleared the table and began washing dishes. You managed to find solace in between the suds and foam of dirty dishes. There was something therapeutic about the repetitive behavior of washing dishes - the scrubbing and the rinsing of dishes scrubbed and rinsed the thoughts from your mind. With your mind finally clear of racing thoughts you settled on the fact that San was going to break up with you. That was the only sane and logical conclusion you could come to. It was just a matter of time.

As you were drying and putting away the dishes, you felt a familiar hand on your waist. After the strange behavior all night and the danger of breaking up looming overhead, you did not risk taking a step into San’s body. Instead, you stayed firmly planted in front of the dish rack, continuing your task. But, seeing as how you didn’t respond to his touch, San bridged the small gap between the both of you.

He wrapped his big arms around your small waist and brought you in for a deep, deep hug. You felt his cheek rest on top of your head and his breathing on your back. The embrace was home personified. You instinctually melted into his body, forgetting at once the thoughts that were swirling around your head. You opened your mouth to say something but instead felt San’s warm breath on your ear, “I need you.”

Your eyelids fluttered closed as the sentiment dripping in his words coated the area between your thighs. You dropped the dish you were drying back into the sink as your body reeled from that singular sentence. Finally, when you remembered how to breathe and there was sufficient oxygen in your brain you replied, “I thought you were going to break up with me.” The tears that you had been holding back all night started to form at the corners of your eyes.

San whipped you around faster than you could imagine, pure terror and concern in his eyes. His silent curiosity prompted you to continue, “You were so distant so I thought you were mad at me.. And then I thought you were g-” San cut your words off with a kiss. It wasn’t one of those passionate kisses he usually loves, but a softer, slower one. As if he was trying to kiss away your stress, hoping against hope that his lips could melt the worries in your heart.

You were slow to respond at first, it was a little difficult to bounce back from the verge of tears but San’s kisses made the journey a lot easier. He only pulled away from the kiss to pull you into a hug. His cheek finding purchase on the top of your head while he wrapped you up into his favorite hugging position. You reluctantly wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his chest.This close you could feel his heartbeat against your face and the warmth of his skin warming your cheek.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” San mumbled into your hair. “Tonight was the first time I’ve seen you in so long.” His hands started rubbing small comforting circles on your back. And here he stayed quiet for a long while, humming to himself while trying to formulate the perfect sentence. “It was like waking up on Christmas morning and realizing I got the present I wanted.”

If possible, you buried your face further into his chest while your cheeks turned a bright pink. “That doesn’t explain why you ignored me!” You yelled from the safety of his pecs.

San brought you in even closer to his body, there was nothing separating you save for the fabric of your clothing. The silence on San’s part made you brace yourself for the worst again. And as he breathed out you could feel the reason why San was ignoring you - there was a warmth and a firmness between his legs that made you blush all over again.

“I want you.” San’s voice was quiet - barely above a whisper. You looked up at him and found his eyes studying your face. The intensity in his gaze made your knees weak and your breath catch in your throat. “If I had allowed myself to touch you more..or even think about you.. I wouldn’t be able to control myself.” Here, his hands stopped rubbing small comforting circles and came to rest on your lower back.

It was tough to maintain eye contact with San when you stared at you like that - like you were the only light in his life. You watched as the intensity in his eyes shifted from caring to something darker and more primal. His hands on your lower back continued down your body until both of his palms were firmly on your ass. “I need you.”

“I’m right here,” you breathed out as you leaned in for a kiss. San eagerly returned the kiss with the same passion and intensity you were used to. It was the way he liked to kiss you - with absolutely everything in his body. His grip on your ass tightened, pushing you further into his body. You draped your arms across his broad shoulders and deepened the kiss. Eventually, San let go of your ass to wrap his arms around your waist, holding you in place while he kissed you as if it was the first time.

The fiery intensity of the kiss sent your body aflame - every feel of his tongue on yours made you want him more and more, like he was the only thing on the planet that could satisfy you. You had to pull away first, taking a deep breath that sounded something between the lines of a moan and a sigh. San leaned into your ear and whispered, “I missed the way you sound” as he rolled his hips into yours.

You breathed out another moan into the curve of his San’s neck and it sent him over the edge. He picked you up with absolutely no effort and placed you ever so gently onto the counter, wrapping your legs around his waist in the process. You pulled your body closer to his, eager to feel him and his hardening dick on your body but he pinned your hips in place.

San pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, “Not yet.”

You pouted as a surge of defiance pumped through your veins. While maintaining eye contact, you reached your hands out to his sweatpants and even managed to get your fingertips on the waistband before San had his hands around your throat, squeezing in all the right places. The pleasure was immediate. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you immediately forgot what to do with your hands and focused all of your attention on San’s sweet grip on your sensitive neck.

“Not yet,” he whispered again. This time more hoarse and strained, almost as if it were a plea and not a command. You fluttered your eyes open and nodded your head as best as you could. San’s grip immediately loosened.

His left hand reaches behind your head and takes a fistful of your hair as his right thumb trails along your bottom lip. You open your mouth just enough to let his thumb in and start sucking on it. You watch as San becomes transfixed on your mouth, unknowingly licking his own lips in his approval. He pulled his thumb out and traced his index and middle finger along your lips until you happily obliged and sucked on those fingers too.

He watched you suck on his fingers until he couldn’t take it anymore and replaced his fingers with his own lips. His kiss was so hungry it made you yearn even more for his body. San quickly pushed up your work dress and slid your panties to the side so he could press his two fingers into your soaking wet pussy. The first time he touched you sent such an intense wave of pleasure through your body.

You wrapped your legs tighter around his body and bring him in closer for another kiss. Your two bodies were almost touching if it weren’t for San’s hand in-between your legs, expertly teasing your clit. You tried to maintain the kiss but San’s fingers felt so good on your pussy, all you could do was brace yourself against San and moan into his neck. He gave you sweet words of encouragement - he wanted to hear how good you were feeling.

As San worked your clit, you could feel your orgasm mounting. Your breathing was getting shallow and irregular and just as you were about to cum, San slipped two fingers into your tight pussy. The sensation of two fingers suddenly inside you while riding your high prolonged your orgasm even more. As you started to come down from your orgasm, San slowly started to pump his fingers inside of you while his thumb played with your clit.

Your pussy was so fucking sensitive but San’s fingers felt so fucking good. You buried your head into his neck and wrapped your arms around him, completely surrendering to his touch. San’s touch was so gentle - he wanted to ease you back into pleasure. His thumb rubbed your clit so very softly while his fingers worked themselves in and out of you at a comfortable pace. Eventually, you could feel your hips rocking forward, eager for more of his touch on your body.

San then started to move his fingers a bit faster and rub your clit a but harder. Soon, you could feel your juices dripping down his hands, completely covering his fingers. San absolutely loved the way your body responded to his touch - his own dick completely rock hard and leaking with precum at the very sight of your ravished body.

Your grip on San tightened as you could feel another orgasm mounting in-between your thighs. You announced how close you were and San only increased his pace and his encouragement, “Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.” His breathy words into your neck sent you over the edge as you came once more all over his fingers. Satisfied, San brought his fingers up to his lips and licked every bit off.

San wrapped your arms and legs around him once more before picking you up and making his way toward his bedroom. On the way there, you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing and biting his neck. The sudden feel of your teeth on his skin caused San’s knees to buckle. He had to pin you up against the wall for support. This only encouraged you to continue your actions - kissing and biting all along his neck and shoulder, though very careful not to leave marks.

San’s grip on your body shifted slightly and you could suddenly feel his completely hard cock press against your throbbing pussy. The contact immediately made you cry out in pleasure and eagerly push your hips into his. San intuitively reciprocated the movement, rubbing his fully hardened dick onto you. San then carefully maneuvered his hand so he could simultaneously free his dick from his sweatpants and not drop you.

He securely pinned you against the wall before sliding your panties out of the way and sliding his cock into you. The way San stretched you out was pure heaven. You moaned into his neck while wrapping your arms and legs around him even tighter. Then, you could feel the slow and deliberate push of San’s cock into your tight pussy. You kissed him as he carefully slid all the way into you before pulling out just as slow - his tip dragging along your g-spot like it was always meant to. He pumped his dick back into you and you swear you could see stars.

He continued this slow pace until you were rocking your hips into his, begging with your body to fuck you faster. In response, San grunted and picked you up. He carried you all the way to his room and placed you on the bed. The both of you watched the other strip, your eyes devouring every curve of your partner’s form. Once you were both naked, San wrapped you up in another embrace - your arms and legs naturally wrapping around his body. He buried his face into your neck and repaid all the kisses and bites from before.

You moaned after every nibble and kiss, your hips rocking into his, yearning for his dick inside you once more. Slowly, San pushed his throbbing cock into your pussy. Overwhelmed with pleasure, all you can do is hold onto San and breathe as he pumps his dick in and out of your pussy.

You and San have been together for more than five years - he knows how to fuck you. He knows what to do to your body and how to do it. There were paces he used when he wanted to fuck the shit out of you all day and there were paces he used when he wanted to make you cum. This pace is the latter. The slow and deliberate push of his cock in and out of your pussy with his head hitting your g-spot every single time soon made your breathing grow irregular and shallow.

Slowly, you can feel your orgasm building in-between your legs. The warmth spreads over your body as the first wave of orgasms roll through your body. San continues to pump into your pussy over and over and soon rips a second series of orgasms from you, your pussy convulsing around his thick cock.

But he’s still rock hard. San allows you to come back down from your high with his dick still inside of you. And slowly, he starts pumping his dick into your abused pussy. He just feels so good, you can’t help how wet your pussy gets for him.

At this point, you’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you cum but your body has not forgotten. So tired from the waves of orgasms, all you can do is let your limbs fall to the side and let him fuck your absolutely ravaged body. San throws one of your legs over his shoulder and grips onto your thigh so he could fuck you better. He gently cups the side of your face moments before moving his thumb over your bottom lip. His eyes widen slightly as he watches you take his thumb into your mouth once more.

With his thumb in your mouth and his dick so fucking deep in your pussy, San can not control it much longer. His grip on your thigh tightens as he throws his head back, deep grunts replacing his breathing. You watch as his body convulses as the orgasm tears through it, him pulling out just in time to make a mess on your stomach. San collapses on top of your body shortly thereafter, maneuvering his body so he can lay with your head tucked under his chin. In-between San’s deep breathing he whispered,

“I love you.”

#ateez smut #ateez san #san x reader #smut #established relationship #x reader #x you #ateez imagines #x y/n smut #ateez fanfic

[soaked4mk]

How sweet// Kung Lao x Reader

👽: had to REUPLOAD this but it’s cool.

⚠️:Cunnilingus/fingering/titty play

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

★ You sit comfortably on the sofa as Lao walks out of the kitchen with snacks for your guys’ movie night. “Tonight's gonna be fun,sugar plum. I’ve got all your favorite snacks lined up.”

★He smiles, plopping onto the couch beside you, setting the bag of sweets and other items on the table, next to your laptop.

★ “Thank you~” you reply sweetly, pressing play on the movie. Lao grabs the bag of konpeitō, popping it open with one hand as he wraps his arm around you.

★ Your eyes stay glued to the screen, as he pops a sugar star into his mouth. Enjoying the taste and texture, before reaching back into the bag to offer you one. “Hmm?” He hums to grab your attention.

★ Breaking your gaze from the screen, you look at the sugary delight that sits between his index and thumb, smiling before leaning in to eat it from his fingers, lips slightly wrapping around his digits in the process. “Mmmh~” you hum in response bringing your gaze back at the screen.

★ Laos’ cheeks dusted with pink, he wasn’t expecting you to take the candy from his fingers like that, not that he was complaining. It just got a bit of a…reaction.

★ Like—he felt a stirring in his loosely fitted slacks, and had to shift in his seat slightly—attempting to hide his sudden bulge.

★ Forcing his eyes to the screen, playing off his arousal as best as he could from the oh so simple act. You lean over his lap to grab a small bag of candy, too immersed in your show to notice his slight discomfort.

★ A small groan, barely audible, escaped his lips as you leaned back. Looking down at your adorably distracted face, he quickly had an idea, grabbing the box of pockys off of the table, he stuck one sugar coated stick into his mouth, tapping your shoulder, lightly, to grab your attention once again

★ Turning your gaze to your boyfriend, you giggle a bit with a cocked brow. “The pocky game? Really?” He just wiggles the candied stick between his lips, to further elaborate his intentions.

★You playfully roll your eyes, shrugging before deciding to humor him. leaning in to nibble on the other end. Bit by bit, your faces inch closer, up until you were almost touching noses.

★ Laos’ lips curled into a smirk, as he leaned in, biting down the rest of the sweet snack, before capturing your mouth into a fiery kiss. He tasted sweet, just like the pocky. His tongue danced with yours, demanding submission, while his hands began to roam over your body. He didn’t have to do much, your panties were practically soaked already.

★ The kiss quickly grew heated, Lao gently leans your back down into the softness of the sofa. “You’re such a little tease, and don’t even know it~” He said lowly, trailing kisses along your jawline, grazing his lips against your earlobe.

★“It’s quite adorable how you don’t even need to try to get me wound up…” he purred into your ear as his hands slid up your thighs in a slow, deliberate manner, nipping at your earlobe playfully before speaking again.

★ “You like that, don’t you?” He had a cocky grin on his face as he watched your reaction to his touch. you hum, nodding with your eyes half lidded, watching him continue.

★ He began sliding his hands up higher, causing goosebumps to form on your supple thighs, playing with your panty line, he raised your nightgown up with his other hand, exposing your breasts to the air, causing your nipples to harden immediately.

★ He took in the sight before him, licking his lips as he leaned down, capturing your left tit into his mouth, eliciting small sounds from you.

★ “aha- mmhm~” “h-ahh~” unable to hold back the small whimpering from escaping your lips, he swirled his tongue around your nipple, lightly biting at i, he whispered sweet nothings to you. “Hmmm, you have an interesting look in your eyes right now,” he taunted softly as he studied your face.

★“What’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours?” This level of teasing from your boyfriend made your cheeks flush crimson red. Turning your head away in a weak moment of embarrassment, you bring your hands up in an attempt to hide your glowing cheeks.

★ Lao swiftly grips your wrists with one hand, causing you to look back at him. “What’s wrong, short stack? Can’t handle a little bit of teasing?” He grinned, knowing he was pushing you over the edge. Releasing your wrists, his hand inched down to the hem of your panties. “P-please—“ you huffed- impatiently bucking your hips against his thigh that nestled between your own. “No more teasing…”

★ A small chuckle escaped his lips as he looked down at you. “Fine, fine… but only because you begged so nicely.” And with this, he slid his hand beneath the elastic of your panties, tracing your wetness, circling your clit in the process. “You’re soaked for me~” he slyly commented as he attacked your neck, leaving dark hickeys along it as his fingers went to work.

★ “Like this~?” He asked feigning ignorance, as he inserted his middle finger into you, pumping it vigorously, he pressed his thumb against your sensitive bud, neglecting it not one bit as he continued his ministrations.

★ “Y-yes~” you stammered, your breath hitching as his pace quickened, and his finger curled, hitting your sweet spot every time he pumped inside of you. He added a second finger, sending a shockwave of pleasure washing over you, arching your back as you feel a knot form within.

★ “Lao— hmff~” hearing your moaning and whimpering only fueled him to continue his actions, looking forward to driving you to your climax, he leaned down to lightly kiss your lips.

★ “I’m gonna make you cum with my tongue. Is that alright with you?” He asked bluntly, smiling as your eyes widened in surprise at the audacity. “I-I mean…” you were unsure, Kung Lao hadn’t gone down on you in this relationship yet. so naturally you were feeling a bit flustered, breaking your gaze from his momentarily.

★ He gently, yet firmly grabbed your chin, forcing you to look back at him. “ no need to be shy~” He reassured, trailing light kisses along your breasts before leaving a few more marks on you.

★ hovering his way down between your thighs. Looking up at you with his hungry gaze. you take a small breath to prepare yourself for—

★ His rough hands gripped your hips, dragging you to the edge of the cushion, while he knelt to the floor, swiftly changing the position you two had just held. He propped both of your legs over each of his shoulders, groaning softly as he admired your panty-clad pussy, outlined by the soaked fabric, clinging to every curve and crevice of your cunt. “So pretty~” he praised.

★ He couldn’t help himself, without another thought, Lao hooked his arms around each thigh, for better access and control. Leaning in, pressing his lips against your inner thigh, right where your panties met your skin, causing you to let out a small moan. He delved his tongue onto the fabric, teasing you through it as it clung to your core.

★ You arched your back a bit, his teasing short lived. he began to slide your panties down your legs, throwing them to the side and gripping your soft thighs— pulling you up to his face he dives into your pool of arousal, as if he were a starving man. Grinding himself against the constraints of his pants for a little friction.

★ Lapping at your folds while working his tongue, back and forth, probing your needy cunt, he keeps his pace perfectly as your hands naturally make their way to his hair.

★ Taking the band that held it up, wrapping it around your wrist, you comb your fingers through his thick, dark locks, throwing your head back in pleasure as his tongue continues its pace. Feeling the desire build up within, your hips buck against his face as he groans into your pussy.

★ while tugging at his hair, he hums into your cunt, cumming into his pants while bringing his hand up to your clit, circling it clockwise, as you reach nearer to your summit.

★ “I-i feel close~” you warn, not sure if he was going to move or not, the the thought quickly vanished as he hums against your slicked cunt. “Good, that means I’m doing my job right~” you could feel him smiling against your skin.

★ Your hips bucked once more, your peak approaching. “I-I-” becoming incoherent, your brain buzzing while you succumb to pleasure. “Cum for me baby, I want to taste every bit of you.” wriggling under his touch, Laos fingers dug into your plush thighs for a moment. “No squirming away from me, cutie.” He held you in place firmly, while your grip tightened through his hair.

★ Lao smiles against your pussy, as he helps you reach your high point, bringing two fingers up to your slit, inserting them and pumping you for everything you’ve got, gliding his tongue to your pulsating clit.

★ you finally release everything that had been pent up, legs trembling over his shoulders in the process. You let out an undeniable moan, your body relaxed as you finished in your boyfriends faces. “Delicious~” he compliments as takes his fingers out of you, bringing the coated digits up to your mouth, he has you clean them off for him- the taste of your own essence lingering on your tongue

.★ “Don’t you agree?” He quipped as he stood up, grabbing the necesites for clean up, along with a fresh pair of panties and one of his shirts.

★ on top of that, he brought out the fuzzy blanket, wrapping you in it as he sat you back down on the couch, he looked at your flushed face. “You look tired.” You nod as you hold your arms out for him to pick you up, carrying you to your shared bedroom. The laptop long forgotten on the table, he sets you gently in bed. tucking you in while slipping beneath the covers next to you. You quickly fall asleep beside him.

★ “So cute…” he whispers, sweeping some of your hair from your face, cupping it. and with that, he too would soon fall asleep. The next morning you awoke to hot tea and breakfast in bed. He smiled as he handed you the plate. “You fell asleep before I could pamper you the way I wanted to last night…” You gladly take the plate, kissing you boyfriend on the cheek while thanking him.

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat fandom #mk fandom #rainyworx #kung lao mk1 #kung lao x reader #kung lao x y/n #kung lao

[pandoa]

it's the little things

~the little things they do for you~

~feat. jamil viper, kalim al-asim, epel felmier, rook hunt, and vil schoenheit~ ~twisted wonderland characters x gender neutral reader~

~headcanons~ part 1│part 2│part 3

it's been some time since we had a non-event post, so here we go~ first time writing hcs! i promise to go back to the event rqs i just got distracted with this heh

jamil viper lets you stay and watch him dance as he practices his mesmerizingly enchanting movements. he’s typically not very open to allow someone to gaze at him so earnestly as he was never one to bask in attention. however, there was something in the way your eyes twinkled at the sight of him that persuaded the scarabia vice housewarden to ignore all the usual habits he harbored, if only for you. but be careful. just as the snakes entrance their prey, jamil is equally as capable in spellbinding your heart to his with a swift twirl of his lithe figure.

"Oh... you wish to see me dance? I will not object to it, but please do not expect much from me. I am quite boring, after all."

"No no, straighten your back, raise your head, and keep your hands resting on my shoulders. When dancing, it is important to have complete faith that your partner will always be there to support you."

"Focus here, Prefect. You’re looking quite dazed at the moment."

"Hm? You can't? And why might that be?"

"Your cheeks have turned red… Could it be that you are embarrassed to be this close to me?"

"Ahem, n-never mind that. Please forget that I had said anything. It must have been my imagination... I shouldn't be so hopeful..."

"Hm? Ah, no it's nothing. Just mumbling to myself, that's all."

kalim al-asim gifts you small things that remind him of you. most of the time, kalim is either just simply strolling down the sunlit pathways of nrc or browsing in the endless wonders of sam’s mystery shop. he finds the most tiniest and random items in the most unexpected places—claiming to have somehow seen you in them. but not without jamil sending him a questionable and deadpan stare. he’d find anything to be just like you, really. he views the whole world in rose-tinted glasses, but could you blame him? you were so precious in his eyes!

“(Y/n), look! This tiny button is just like you!”

“Hm? Why you ask? Oh, that’s easy!”

“It’s cute, fun to look at, and matches your eyes, haha!”

“Oh my Seven— (Y/n), look here, look here!”

“It’s a cuddly bear stuffie, hehehe~ C’mon! Take it back to Ramshackle!”

“I’m giving it to you because I love you, silly!”

epel felmier gives you hand-carved apples of your favorite things whenever he is sure that he will see you that day. you mentioned your favorite animal during your lunch break? he's already carved a perfectly cut apple in the shape of it! you say you like a particular flower growing in the botanical gardens of nrc? epel had immediately taken an apple and carefully attempted to carve it right after vil's incessant voice lessons! he says he only does it to make use of the endless amounts of apples his family send him, but surely you can see past this small, charming lie, hm?

"(Y/n)! Thank the Seven I found you!"

"I had some extra apples laying around in my dorm, so I decided to carve some for you. What do you think?"

"Ah— and b'fore yer say somethin', carvin' apples ain't supposed 'ta be cute!"

"O-oh...you weren't going to say that? Well, um, thank you then, heh heh."

"You actually like them? Really? Then, I'll make sure to carve more for you if you like them so much!"

rook hunt kisses every dimple, scar, mole, beauty mark, freckle, and stray mark on your resplendent body. he thinks they're like little stars and galaxies on your delicate form; how could he not shower them in adoring pecks of his love? it's become a daily routine for him at this point. holding you in his welcoming embrace as he brushes your marks with butterfly-like caresses, that is.

“Every single blemish on your flawless skin holds an untold story I wish to know, mon amour.”

“I cannot even begin to tell you how captivated I am by you. You’ve charmed me, and now I am pitifully here standing in front of you, memorizing the lovely constellation known as you.”

“I’ll adore each and every crevice of your mind, soul, and body.”

“If only you’ll allow me to…”

vil schoenheit leaves you neatly written notes in every corner of the room before he goes on about his busy day. the daily life of a celebrity is certainly no easy feat, but he still wished to make sure you were well cared for while he was away. so, spreading little reminders on how to take care of yourself and placing them across the bedroom and dorm walls wouldn’t hurt anyone, yes?

“Prefect,” an elegantly dashing note written on a violet slip of paper called out to you from the bedside table. "The weather today will be rather chilly. I have left one of my sweaters here on the table for you. Do not ruin it."

And another one taped to the bathroom mirror.

“Remember to use the new facial cream I have recommended to you. It is applied twice a day; once in the morning, and once at night.” 

The hallway walls...

"I've framed the photograph we took together yesterday, as per your request. I do hope it is to your liking."

Kitchen...

"There are perfectly balanced meals in the refrigerator for you. I've made sure that it suits your taste while still maintaining the initial nutritional value of the meal. Please also drink water. I know you greatly struggle with doing so."

And finally, the doorway before you leave.

"I worry for your welfare, (Y/n), so please do follow my advice. I love you. Ah— I mean... You are very important to me.

—from, vil"

a/n: writing dialogue like i'm the writer for an op otome game yes yes

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twst imagines #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #kalim al asim #kalim x reader #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #gender neutral reader

[dramaticpandabear]

I have never written fan fiction before, but I got so inspired by this song that I just had to write something. So, this is my first one and I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think! It’s Hancock x f!sole survivor.

God Only Knows

“You’re still messing with that thing?” said Hancock, watching with amusement as his vault-dwelling companion kept turning the dials on a beat-up radio. They were holed up in an abandoned, yet cozy, Red Rocket in front of Sanctuary Hills. The vault-dweller insisted on going to her “little hideaway” before Preston could bombard her with another settlement that needed helping.

And so, the two of them sat with a reprieve they seldom ever get, relishing it before they have to get going once more. The machine in her hands switched from a chorus of static to classical music to Travis’ stuttering and back to static once again.

“I swear it exists,” exclaimed his companion. “I heard it playing when I found an abandoned cabin not too far from Sanctuary. Apparently it’s called the “Old Gold” radio, and it plays music from before the war. Reminds me of when Nate and I--” She paused.

Opting to distract herself than deal with her grief, she directed her attention to the radio in front of her, turning the dials every which way hoping to find the elusive station. Every day she spent around Hancock it became easier to let those memories slip, but even she couldn’t bring herself to finish that sentence. Perhaps someday, but not today.

She could feel the ghoul’s eyes on her. The more they travel together, the better he gets at reading her every thought. Nevertheless, he decided not to push it as they fell into a comfortable silence.

Suddenly, the eclectic sound of an accordion mixed with a hypnotic beat starts blaring through the radio’s speakers. Hancock jolted for a moment -- he’s only ever heard Magnolia’s songs and the music Travis was able to salvage for his radio. But this, this was something else entirely.

“Finally! See, I told you it was real,” she exclaimed as he turned towards her. He saw her misty eyes, squinting nostalgically as though she could see the actual sound waves projecting from the radio in her hands. The sound of sweet, dulcet voices filled the air as they sang:

I may not always love you, but long as there stars above you…

Hancock took in a breath, and was about to ask, when she beat him to it. “It’s the Beach Boys,” she said in a daze, mesmerized as though she couldn’t believe she was hearing a song from before the world burned before her.

…You never need to doubt it, I’ll make you so sure about it…

“God, I haven’t heard this song in years!” he smirked but just before he could make a quip, she hit his shoulder playfully. Although he could read her thoughts pretty well, she easily did the same for him.

“Don’t you start with that crap. I may be 210 years old, but at least I don’t have any wrinkles, unlike some people,” she started as she shot a mischievous look his way.

“You’re right on that one Sunshine,” he replied with a raspy laugh on his lips. “I guess being frozen for all that time works wonders on the skin.”

“Oh absolutely, dermatologists hate me,” she quipped as he lightly chuckled despite not knowing what the fuck a dermatologist is. Turning back to listen to the music before her, she steeled herself with a deep sigh. “Last time I heard this was the night before Nate was deployed to Alaska. He asked me if I could dance with him.”

As she spoke, Hancock looked at her -- really looked at her. Somehow the sun shined just right as it hit her chestnut hair, casting a golden glow as she faced the radio. Although her eyes dulled with melancholy as she reminisced, he still caught the way her body swayed ever so slightly to the music, almost as if she were living inside that memory.

For a while now, they’ve been dancing around each other, both knowing they were beyond friendship at this point. Hancock knew she missed her husband dearly, but she expressed long ago that she’s ready to move on. And yet, neither of them has made the first move towards something more.

As the song entered into a (from what he considered) quirky instrumental section, Hancock figured that it was either now or never. He stood from the couch and approached her with his hand extended.

“I don’t come close to the man he was, but, if you don’t mind this ghoul before you,” and the way his black eyes gazed so tenderly into hers almost made her heart burst, rendering her speechless. “May I have this dance?”

Blinking up at him, all she could do was nod as she placed her hand in his. They began to lightly sway, coming closer as instruments were joined by carefree voices. As the music swelled, Hancock twirled her around as more words surrounded them.

…God only knows what I’d be without you. If you should ever leave me…

He spun her around so that her back was pressed against his as they continued to sway. He listened closely to these words as he looked down at her pensively. Her eyes were closed, basked in that gorgeous glow of sunlight. She looked like pure sunshine -- his sunshine.

…The world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me…

This enchanting song was echoing the words he held deep in his heart. Words he wished he could say to her, but never felt he could. After all, who would want to spend their lives loving a ghoul such as him?

And yet, here she was -- his sunshine nestled warmly in his arms. Dancing in this abandoned Red Rocket as though it were a slice of Heaven on Earth and that the Commonwealth’s troubles didn’t exist. Hancock never thought he deserved such bliss, and as he spun her to face him, her soft voice nearly swept him off his feet as he heard her singing along with the music:

…God only knows what I’d be without you…

Hancock basked in the sight before him. Her lidded eyes were peering right into his, and he could feel her light breath as she whispered those words. Now, he’s never sang in his life, but something about this moment gave him the confidence he needed to sing these lyrics that echoed the words in his heart. As the song slowed, he gave the main melody a try with a raspy voice that was slightly off-key. But every word echoed his sincere feelings for her, pure and utter devotion poured out for her. And it was music to her ears.

…God only knows what I’d be without you.”

The chorus of voices repeated these words, blurring together as the music surrounded them in a haze. Hancock slowly inched his face closer to hers until they finally met in the middle. Never did he taste such a kiss so sweet that it made Sugar Bombs sour by comparison.

As they embraced the music continued to swell around them as if it was the sound of their own hearts singing to each other. Hancock wasn’t even sure if he deserved her, but in his mind he was silently thanking these so-called “Beach Boys” for giving him the chance to finally have her in his arms. Their kiss grew deeper as he felt an ecstasy that no chem could come close to achieving.

Even as the song made its eventual end, the pair made no effort to stop as the radio played another melody. Who knew they could ever reach perfection in the middle of a wasteland?

#fallout 4 #fallout #hancock fo4 #hancock x sole survivor #hancock x reader #fo4 #fo4 fanfic #fallout fanfic

[pinkanonwrites]

Stargazers, New and Old

Another Vash fic! Forgive me, TWST Fans, I’m so deep in the paint on this guy it isn’t even funny.

Vash the Stampede/Reader, +3,000 Words, GN!Reader, Mutual Pining, Cuddling, Stargazing

Through your shared time as drifters, you and Vash had spent plenty of time together beneath the stars.

Granted, it was usually from the roof of whatever cheap hotel the two of you were staying at for the night, tearing into snacks and idly chatting about whatever Vash had or hadn’t accidentally managed to blow up that day. There’d even be a celebration sometimes, if things went right! Townsfolk would spill into the street, drinking and dancing and celebrating another one of Vash’s many perfectly timed victories as they piled your table high with heaped praise and overflowing mugs of alcohol. As hectic as they could end up being, you often got plenty of enjoyment out of the fuss, watching Vash stumble around sheepish and drunk as his praises were sung up to the starry evening sky.

But if you honestly had to choose? You’d say you enjoyed nights like these much better.

Sometimes Gunsmoke’s two suns would sink deep into the horizon and the two of you would find yourselves between towns, lost to the sands of the evening desert. Not too often, really. Usually Vash was quick to make sure you had at least the basic amenities readily nearby: food, running water, a creaky old motel mattress that was only barely better than sleeping on the floor. He was fine going without them for an evening or two, but he hated to put you out in any way. But sometimes you’d get stopped up along the way, or have to stealth around a bandit camp, or get distracted watching wild Thomases scamper up and down the sandy hillsides, and end up somewhere in the empty desert, iles from the nearest town.

Luckily both of you were prepared for this kind of thing at this point, Vash even proudly showing off some of his little “survival trinkets” he’d scooped up before meeting you, like a miniature campfire set that packed away into a pocket-sized tin.

“Ta-da!” And that was where the two of you found yourselves now, tucked around the fire at the base of a large dune, Vash presenting you with a metal camping mug full of instant noodles with all the pride and bravado of a chef presenting a five-course meal. “Your majesty, may I present…. Dinner!”

"Why thank you, chef." You took the mug with both hands, letting the warm metal soothe the calluses on your palms. As Vash prepared himself a mug you cracked him a sly smile. "Or are you more my court jester?"

"What, was 'knight in shining armor' already taken?" He chuckled, cupping his own mug in his gloved palms and sipping carefully. "YEOWCH! Still pretty hot! Be careful, m'kay?"

"I will." You blew on your own cup of broth before sipping it. Shuffling over a bit, you let yourself lean heavily into Vash’s side, leeching his excess body heat. A single glance up showed the rosy-red blush that began to creep across his face at the contact, but you chose not to comment on it. “It’s really amazing how cold the desert can get during the night.”

“It’s actually because there’s no humidity. Without the water in the air to hold the heat, it cools off a lot faster.” Vash took another slow slurp of his noodles, staring out over the vast landscape beyond your tiny fire. “Deathly hot in the daytime, dangerously cold in the night… It’s a really formidable place.” A familiar, distant expression overtook Vash’s face at that. He did his best to hide it from you but you’d long since caught on to it, those moments where his walls faltered and you could damn near watch in real time as the melancholy of a man who had seen far too much began to creep in along the edges.

“And yet, here we are.” You simply responded, gesturing to the small campfire with your mug before holding it up to Vash. You never really felt like you could offer him much in these moments, simple placations and apologies feeling far too hollow. But at the very least, you could offer this. “Cheers to surviving? Despite everything?”

He chuckled, low, soft, and tired, bringing his cup up to yours to clink the metal rims together. “Despite everything.”

You let your head thump gently against Vash’s shoulder, the two of you absorbing the cool silence of the desert night. There was little need for words between sips of noodles and broth; the silence with Vash never crept into uncomfortable. As the fire and your supper dwindled in unison the sky inched ever further towards utter blackness. With no towns within a good dozen or so iles in any direction the deep velveteen shades of space were even more apparent than usual, long strips of indigo and blue speckled with pinpoints of distant light. 

“All done?” Vash finally spoke up, taking your empty mug from your outstretched hand. “I’ll take care of these if you want to get the sleeping bags ready.”

“Sure.” 

The first few times you had slept out beneath the stars, you were adamant about having your sleeping bag a reasonable distance away from Vash’s. ‘Personal space,’ you insisted, even as he joked that you’d be too wooed by his natural charms if you slept any closer. But over time you just couldn’t help yourself. Getting to know Vash, to really know him, seemed to go hand in hand with your own sleeping bag drifting ever so slightly closer and closer to his with each passing night. Now you barely even blinked as you rolled the two of them out, side by side.

With a belly full of warm food and the promise of a cozy place to sleep ahead, the exhaustion seemed to wash over you in a sudden, leaden wave. You barely had the energy to kick your shoes off, shuffling yourself awkwardly into the bag until it was pulled nearly up to your chin. When Vash turned back around from putting your mugs away he barked out a short, surprised laugh.

“Comfy in there?”

You nodded, biting back a yawn as your eyelids fluttered. You watched through bleary lashes as Vash put the cap over the top of the pocket bonfire, snuffing the flame with a soft hiss and plunging his silhouette into moonlight. You could catch the vague shimmer off of his glasses lenses, the glint on the pauldron of his prosthetic arm, and the barest hint of a soft smile by the light of the five moons.

“I’ll finish cleaning up, why don’t you get some sleep?”

You nodded again, humming softly as you let your eyes slip fully shut and melted into the darkness behind your eyelids. “Mhm… Thank you, Vash.”

You swore that as the comfortable fuzz of sleep crept further into the edges of your mind, you felt a warm, metallic hand pat you gently atop your head.

And then, blackness.

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You normally slept incredibly well with Vash by your side, safe in the knowledge that whatever may happen, he’d be there to protect you.

Which is why it came as a bit of a shock to you when you jerked suddenly awake, the fog of some already-fading nightmare seeping away from your consciousness. Even as you struggled to recall it the details continued to slip away, flashes of smoke and gunmetal and blond hair streaked with clumped, drying blood all that remained on the peripheries of your subconscious. It left you as most nightmares do, feeling hollow and distinctly paranoid.

The chill in the air certainly didn’t help either. Even within the plush confines of your sleeping bag you could feel the cold cutting through, leaving your entire body tense and shivery, muscles aching. You certainly wouldn’t be getting back to sleep any time soon.

But just as you saw fit to roll over and curse your bad luck, you noticed Vash. He was sat upright, leaning back on the heels of his palms, sleeping bag pooled around his waist as he tipped his head up towards the night sky. His face was lit in profile by cool, white moonlight, and without his familiar tinted lenses on you could see the reflection of a thousand little stars in his aqua-colored eyes. A look of incredible serenity was upon his face. You almost hated to disturb it.

But at some point he must have felt your eyes trained upon him, because he turned his attention to you, and that distant, moony gaze seemed to focus into something soft and concerned.

“What are you still doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” You sat up and immediately regretted it, the frosty wind cutting straight through your thin, linen shirt. “Aren’t we getting up early tomorrow to beat the heat?”

“Yeah… Guess I just couldn’t sleep, is all.”

“Me neither.”

You fell silent again, following Vash’s gaze as it trailed back up towards the marbled sky. Shivering, you tucked your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them as your eyes flit back and forth across those tiny, oh so distant specks of light. It was hard to even imagine that each one was just like one of your two suns, even harder to imagine that somewhere out there is where humans originally came from. Was Earth somewhere in this milky spiral of stars? Could you find it, one day, if you really looked hard enough? Or was it already too far gone, too distant or dim or lost to the hubris of the people who came long before you? You supposed you’d never really know for sure.

“Do you know any constellations?”

You startled a bit when Vash broke the silence, and just barely in the moonlight you could see him put up his hands as a sort of ‘Sorry!’ gesture. He’d had time to adjust to the dark, so maybe he could see you better than you could see him. 

“Not really.” You replied. “I know what some of them are called but I could never figure out how you were supposed to find them.”

“Want me to show you? It’s really not that hard, if you know what to look for.”

You nodded, scooting your sleeping bag as close to Vash as you could get. He wrapped his right arm around you and rested his chin on your shoulder, reaching up towards the sky with his prosthetic. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him, thrumming like an old yet sturdy machine. He outstretched a single finger, a thin glow of blue-green energy pulsing beneath the metal as he pointed.

“See that bright one, right there?” His voice was barely above a murmur, hesitant to break the silence of the vast desert. “Follow my arm, it’s gonna be just at the tip of my finger.”

“I…Think so? Is it just to the left of that kinda red one?”

“There you go! That’s the main point of Luridae, the Scorpion. It’s supposed to be the tip of the tail. If you draw a line to the one right below it, then the one below that, you follow the trail and make like, an upside-down hook shape. Seven stars.”

“But how is that supposed to be a scorpion?”

“You’ve gotta use your imagination!” He laughed at your furrowed brow, moving his hand a bit further to the right and up. “If you can find Luridae you can find Sula, the Spear. That’s an easy one, it’s those five stars in a straight line, see? It points right towards the tail.”

You squinted, trying your best to follow Vash’s instructions. Sure enough, just up and to the right of that bright star was a line of five, neat in a row like someone had sketched them up there.

“I see it! It’s right there, right?” You brought your arm up right next to Vash’s, sides of your arms touching all the way up to your palms as you traced the line in the sky with your fingertip. Even the metal of his prosthetic was unnaturally warm, just enough to be comfortable, like it was still holding its heat from the evening sun.

“Yeah, you got it!” His cheek was nearly pressed to yours, and you could feel him smile at your success. The excitement was infectious, leaving you feeling floaty and light despite your exhaustion. “Wanna try a few more?”

“Sure! What about up here?” You tipped your head all the way back, staring straight up into the night sky, only to wince at the sharp twang of pain you felt in the back of your neck. “Ow.”

“You okay?” Vash’s face filled your vision, expression soft with concern. You just shrugged, rolling your shoulder and pressing your fingertips into the tense muscle.

“I’m fine, just tweaked my neck a little. The cold just makes all my muscles kind of achey." 

Vash's hand rested on the side of your arm, almost hot to the touch against your chilled skin. How could he possibly run so warm? You wanted to melt into nothing more than a little ball curled up in the palm of his hand, dozing in the pleasant warmth it provided. Meanwhile his eyebrows had flown up his forehead, blinking incredulously at you.

"You're freezing! Why didn't you say anything?" 

"I dunno! I didn't wanna bother you? Besides, I didn't notice until I woke up, anyway!"

He frowned at you, unconsciously jutting out his lower lip in an adorable pout that made your heart stammer in your chest. He made a lot of faces like this, smug little smiles after a trick shot or delighted beaming grins over dinner, even those soft, bittersweet little expressions he'd shoot your way when he thought you weren't looking; faces that made you want to just throw caution to the wind and lean in and kiss him until you both ran hot and breathless.

But you couldn't. Vash liked to joke about how fearless you were, unafraid of tailing after the Humanoid Typhoon through each town and city he blew through, but you weren't that brave. Not enough to risk the possible rejection of the person you cherished most in the world, even if he was under the impression he was doing it for your benefit. No, you were nowhere near that brave. Not yet.

"Maybe you'll just have to share with me then, if you want to keep warm!~"

"Can I?"

You both stiffened, neither of you expecting your response to actually come out of your mouth. Vash was clearly trying to tease you, you could see that now by the wide eyes and startled red fluster on his cheeks, but you'd been so deep in your own thoughts you hadn't even registered it properly until the words were already out of your mouth. You clammed up quickly, the back of your neck feeling hot and prickly as you cupped your hands over it and turned jerkily away from him.

"Ah! Sorry, I didn't- I wasn't really thinking I was just- You know I should have known you were just joking, so… so let's just go back to sleep. Sorry. This is weird… sorry."

You'd definitely said sorry way too many times. And he'd definitely noticed. But maybe he'd actually cut you some slack for once and not point out how effectively you'd just humiliated yourself in front of him. Or maybe you could just roll yourself up in your sleeping bag like a pill bug and in the morning you'd forget this entire exchange even happened.

"...Do you really want to?" He mumbled, warm fingertips resting on your upper arm again and sending a shiver down the length of your spine. He didn't pull away even when you flinched at the contact, voice staying hesitant, small, almost like he was trying to soothe a skittish animal. "I don't want you to freeze or anything. I really don't mind."

"It's not weird?" You'd almost mustered up the courage to ask 'I didn't make things weird?' but you chickened out at the last moment catching a glimpse of Vash's soft expression when peering at him from the corner of your eye.

"No, it's totally fine! I run kind of hot anyway. I can be your heated blanket." Seating himself all the way upright, Vash opened his arms to you, and it took everything you had not to dive into them the second the gesture was offered. 

Trying not to look as eager as you were, you slipped carefully out of your own sleeping bag, shuddering as you were buffeted by the evening air. It was a bit of an awkward clamber, one you tried desperately not to think too hard about as you burrowed your way in right next to Vash. He was a big guy, and the sleeping bag was barely big enough for him to begin with, so once you got yourself situated you found that you were basically snug up against him from your ankles all the way up to your neck. And oh, was it everything you'd imagined to be and more. You were curled up into his right side; he'd tucked you up in such a way that your head was resting right on his shoulder with his arm slung around you, keeping you close. The thin fabric of your pajamas did nothing to quell the heat that rolled off of Vash's body and seeped into your own. It was a familiar, achingly safe kind of warmth, like falling asleep in an afternoon sunbeam coming through the window and landing across a soft mattress. It felt right. It felt like home.

"Comfy?" His voice was so soft a murmur you could barely make it out, and you nodded for fear of any words being let out giving away your true feelings on the situation. How were you ever supposed to sleep on your own again, knowing that this bliss was just within arms reach? "That's good. Hey, try looking up now?"

You blinked up at the night sky, an endless expanse of stars and moons stretched over your heads. His free arm rose again, fingertip tracing an abstract, polygonal form against the starry backdrop.

"Rivus Minor, the Little River. You can follow it across the sky, just like this. Follow my hand, okay?"

"Yeah." You whispered, for you didn't think you had the strength nor the courage to speak any louder. You'd follow his hand as it traced the stars. You'd follow him to the driest, most desperate towns, the true wastelands. You'd follow him through hell and back out again, to the most barren edges of No Man's Land and back, a thousand times over. Even if he tried to leave you behind, for your protection he'd say, for your safety, you wouldn't be able to help but follow. You'd follow him through blood and gun-smoke and tears and keep following beyond. As long as Vash was there, you couldn't help but be there too.

"Okay. I'll follow you."

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Crumpets and Closet Kisses

Part 1

Part two of The Way the Stars Love the Heavens series.

Contains: Fluff, discussion of shit parents, slow burn unresolved feelings. Not beta read.

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Price has terrible timing.

The drabble light coming through the gaps in the drapes drew you from your slumber. There was something warm and breathing under you and you opened your eyes to find Simon asleep beneath you. You took a minute to look over his unobscured face, he had a light dusting of stubble covering his strong jaw, his cheekbones framed his now closed eyes, and his short hair was a wonderful honey brown.

You reached out on instinct, drawing your fingertips across the scar on the apple of his cheeks, then down and along the edge of his hard jaw, you stopped short of his plump lips, they like looked like he would taste like mint and bourbon. "You having fun love?" You yanked your hand back like you had been burned but he chuckled and grabbed it, placing it on his chest then his hand on top of yours. "Did you sleep well?"

You nodded. "I did. What about you?"

You felt his laugh move through your body, if he wasn't so warm, you could have been lying on a boulder. "With you as a weight blanket? Like a baby."

You laughed and went to get up but he wrapped his arms around you and held you to him. "I need to have a shower and brush my teeth, I'm a mess."

"Just five more minutes love, please." He couldn't admit to himself why he asked you to stay, but your body on his was the best thing he had felt in months.

You rested back down, placing your head over his heart as its steady thump filled your ear. "Ok."

His hand stroked your face and let his mind wander. For a moment, the morning light turned into dancing candles and he pondered the thought of brushing your hair as he sat behind you in the bath. His mind went further, taking him through the image until he arrived at what other things you might ask him to do with his hands. He blinked the fantasy away, suddenly aware of what reaction it was about to cause and cleared his throat.

"What are you gonna do when we got home?" It was an easy subject, one that had been brought up so many times that he knew your answer by heart, but he was reaching for any distraction he could find.

"Go to the London museum and look at all the old stuff, then get an overpriced burger at the restaurant." He sighed and thought back to when the 141 raided a terrorist stronghold and found cases of stolen artifacts from the destroyed museum, how you spend hours upon hours pouring over the plastic-protected yellowing paper that must have been thousands of years old.

Maybe that was when he first realised he loved you, when he found you crying at your desk in the corner over a love poem from a soldier to his beloved. He had asked you what was wrong, and you looked up at him with a sad smile and shook your head. "He never made it home to her, he opened his chest and out spilled all these beautiful words and instead of her getting her to read them, they were locked up, rotting in some terrorist's basement." 

So he pulled up a chair, sat next to you and asked you to read it to him and you did. He watched you as you read words from a language he had never heard of, let alone understood, and for the briefest of moments, he was that soldier, writing away in his tent, asking for his lover to give an offering for his safe return so that he may hold her in his arms once again.

Your grumbling stomach brought Ghost's attention back to the present and you reefed yourself from his embrace as you hid your embarrassment behind your hands. "Oh goodness, I'm sorry. I must look like hell." 

He wouldn't say that, the collared shirt you were wearing was wrinkled and your pencil skirt was rucked up just a little too high on your thighs but you still looked like a dream. "You don't know what hell looks like love." 

Your stomach grumbled again and Ghost chuckled, you could still feel it move the bed even though you weren't touching him and you were abruptly aware of how close you were and how large he was. He looked different without his mask, it was disarming how handsome he was and without all his gear, his tattoos stood out even more. 

He shook his head and held out his hand. "Come on, let's get you something to eat." 

You took his hand and he pulled you up and another flash of insecurity came over you. "I'm going go clean up first, I can't show up to breakfast looking like this. Everyone will think we...You know?" You blinked, that was not the right thing to say. "Not that I would be ashamed if we did." The poor man looked like he was about to have an aneurysm with how hard he was holding back his laughter as you waved at the door. "I'm going to go now." 

You spun on your heel and all but raced out, Ghost's voice stopping you as you threw open the door. "I'll save you a crumpet." 

To make matters worse, just as you turned down the hallway, König was there, a piece of toast held stock still on the way to his mouth as he watched you leave the room. Your eyes went wide and you rushed to explain yourself. "Nothing happened. I fell asleep at my desk last night and LT couldn't get into my room so he let my bunk with him." 

König blinked and took a bite out of his toast. "Ok then. Are you coming to breakfast?" 

You nodded. "I am. I'm just going to have a shower first." He smiled and you walked further down the hall. "Maybe don't say anything to the guys, I don't want them getting the wrong impression." 

The rumours about what he looked like under his hood were wrong because the smile he gave you made him look like a teddy bear. "Of course, I know when to keep a secret." 

You sighed as one thought filled your head. "Yeah right" 

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It occurred to you how strange the morning was as the hot water ran over you. Your embrace with Simon was one of two lovers, but you weren't lovers, you were friends. Deep down, you knew the reason he asked you to stay, there were times when you went to look at him, and he was already looking at you, his eyes awash of emotions like he was lost in another world.

Your dreams the night before only worsened the situation, of gentle lips on your head and those three little words whispered so softly they sounded like a prayer to a long forgotten deity. For a moment, it felt so real that it may not have been a dream at all.

"You get your translation done?" Thank God for Gaz coming to knock you out of your thoughts, if there was any benefit to the small shared shower room, it was that there was never much time to dwell in silence.

"Almost. I think I'll be done by the end of the day." You climbed out when you heard Gaz's shower turned on and shouted over the rows of tiles and curtains. "I'll make sure there's still coffee in the pot when you come out."

He was already humming along to his little radio. "Thank y/n. you're an angel."

****

Ghost took his time picking out your breakfast, his plate already piled high and no one said anything about the second one of this tray, lest they catch a glare that would have frozen hell. 

He placed the plate next to him when he sat down, and the others shared a look as they waited for you to come out of the dorm area and into the common room. Soap cleared his throat when he saw you in the doorway and pointed to the spot next to Ghost. "Looks like your breakfast is already ready." 

You smiled and nodded before sitting down next to Ghost, his mask was pulled up just enough so he could eat as had positioned himself so he was slightly in your personal space. "Yes, it is. Thank you, Ghost." You looked over the plate, not only was there a crumpet with honey, but among other breakfast foods, he had picked you the best fruit bowl with hardly any melons and lots of strawberries. 

"Did you sleep well?" You looked at König, who gave you a look that told you your secret was still safe with him. 

"Yes Rudy, I did. Why do you ask?" You knew the answer, Rudy was your opposite door neighbour and your door made a squeaking sound that he wouldn't have heard last night. 

"I didn't hear you come in last night, I was worried you slept at your desk again." Oh shit. 

"What does he mean you fell sleep at your desk again?" You hadn't meant it to become a habit, but when Ghost was away on long ops, no one was nagging you to go to bed, so sometimes you overworked yourself and fell asleep at your desk. 

You rushed for an explanation, you really didn't want to be on the receiving end of one of Ghost's lectures. "It only happened twice. Like I keep saying, my main job here is to work on the old stuff you find, not enemy communications, and sometimes I get overwhelmed and overdo it. It won't happen again." 

You looked around the table, you wanted to crawl into a hole and die and everyone else was holding back laughter. Ghost didn't say anything but you could feel his eyes on you and you took a breath before pointing to your plate with your fork. "My fruit bowl is very nice, thank you for graabing it for me." 

Ghost looked you over and nodded and Soap let out a chuckle. "Gee I wished I had someone grabbing me the best fruit salad and making sure I went to bed on time." 

Alejandro kicked him under the table. "He's just looking after his friend Hermano. It must be hard being a civilian on such an elite base, not just a civilian but the only woman in our building." He paused and gave you a pointed look. "Why is that y/n? Why aren't you on the other side of the base bunking with the other women?" 

"My father, he was concerned that if I made too many friends I'd lose focus." You were shocked that in the months that the 141 had been working there alongside you, it had never come up. After the missile crisis, Price had worked his ass off to get the 141 back in the light, and with that came a mountain of bureaucracy.

"What does your father have to do with where you're working?" Gaz must not have read your personnel file. 

You took a deep breath and sighed. "My father's The Hammer." Ghost already knew, he had put it together after you had made one too many comments about familial expectations and how much you hated always having something to prove. 

Gaz's eyes went wide. "General Hammer Hardass is your father?" 

You nodded. "Yes." There was no point in lying, he would show up eventually, and it wasn't fair on them to be unprepared when he did. " After years of working my ass off in an unpaid internship at the London Museum, I had a job lined up in their authentications department. My father sent me here because it would have been an embarrassment for his only child to be doing something so useless."

The pressure was overwhelming sometimes, there were times when the only thing keeping you sane were the men at the table. "I went in to sign my contract, and he was there waiting for me. He told me if I didn't take the job here, he would make sure I never worked anywhere."

You could feel the anger rolling off Ghost as you continued. "He told me that if I did well here I could go back to the museum, but until then I'm not to make him look bad."

"Doesn't he tour all the bases once a year?" You knew Soap well enough to know what he was really asking, the thought of having your father meet the 141 was not a pleasant one.

"Yes he does, I can't imagine it's going to be fun when he lands." You could see it now, his empty tone telling you that you could be doing better.

"He'll want to give you the credit you deserve for all your hard work or he'll have a problem." The tone in Ghost's voice made your blood run cold.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket before you could address what he meant. "Speaking of, the next block of code's done. The translation should be almost finished now." You opened your mouth to say something but thought better of it, if you were wrong, it would only waste time.

"Say what you were going to say." Of course Ghost picked up on it, nothing ever got past him.

"It's not important, I could be wrong anyway." He gave you a look and you sighed. "Judging by the communication style, I think one of them is American military." You gestured towards your office. "I really need to get a start, I want to get it done before Price gets back this afternoon."

Ghost placed his hand on your forearm to stop you from getting up. "Stay, finish your breakfast here and tell us about this American theory of yours."

They all looked so expectant, there was no way you were getting out of this. "Alright, but it's not on me anymore if I'm wrong."

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Talking with the team had done wonders and by the afternoon, you were done decoding back to the real work, cleaning a centuries-old urn so you could read the words underneath all the dirt. The supply closet door swung open just as you reached the top shelf to get the cottons rounds and a huge arm came into view as Ghost grabbed it for you.

"You did good today, we're already actioning that intel you gave us. You should be proud of yourself." He was so close to that you could feel the warmth coming off his like a space heater.

"Thank you, that means a lot coming from you." You took a deep breath, now was as good a time as any to address the elephant in the room. He didn't give you a chance because you found yourself against the shelves with his hands on you, and he was looking back and forth between your eyes and lips and you reached up to pull his mask above his lips as you leaned towards each other.

You jumped as the door swung open, and Ghost tensed like he was about to start a flight. When you looked over his shoulder, Captain Price was standing there with a slight smile on his face and his arms across over his chest. "Am I interrupting?"

You blinked and yanked Ghost's mask back down over his face. "No. The Lieutenant was just helping me get some cotton off the top shelf."

He looked to Ghost with an eyebrow raised. "Is that true Simon?"

Ghost gave a curt nod. "It is sir."

Price smiled and shook his head. "You kids really have to talk about this. I'll be in the briefing room, meet me there in ten."

He closed the door as he left and silence filled the small room, Ghost cleared his throat and reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "I think we should talk after the briefing."

You nodded. "Yeah, that would be good."

Part 3

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sparkling starlight

Inside an abandoned theatre, you find yourself drowning in a sea of stars guided by a shooting star.

— Hamel x Reader (Gender Neutral)

It was silent. Far too silent for a room that was supposed to be full of music followed by an applause so loud that it's deafening. You were glued to your seat in the empty theater, watching nothingness take its place on the stage. The rundown theater used to be a place filled with life, hopes, and dreams from performers and the audience alike.

Now it was a desolate place devoid of life.

It was a strange sight to anyone else who might see. A single person sitting on a worn out chair in a theater that looked like it's about to break down at any given moment—what kind of person would willingly stay there and stare at an empty stage? Soon, there was a sound of footsteps approaching from behind but you didn't turn your head to look back. The sound of the accessories of their clothes hitting the floor was comforting despite the way your heartbeat quickened ever so slightly.

"What are you doing in such a lonely place?" Her voice was close. Hamel took the seat next to you, placing her hand over yours as her gaze followed yours. For a moment, you wanted to know what came across her mind when she saw the empty stage. You wanted to know if she wanted to dance for the dreams that crumbled into stardust. She was selfless like that—she gave too much and got little in return.

"I was just thinking. This used to be a popular theater where performers would fight to get a chance to perform in… It's strange to see it so empty." You sighed but the way Hamel started caressing the back of your hand with her thumb distracted you as you stumbled over your next words. "I guess– I'm not used to it."

"... Did you come here often?"

"Often might be an understatement. I came here every chance I got."

Hamel blinked curiously, tilting her head to the side. "I wasn't aware you were a big fan of theater performances."

You couldn't help but chuckle. What she said wasn't exactly right but you couldn't deny it either, so you're left with the choice to answer with an explanation. "I wouldn't say I'm a fan of all performances… I only came to see one person."

Hamel hummed, urging you to continue.

"It was the first performance I've ever seen in this very theater. I was enchanted the moment she started dancing." You held your breath, not daring to look at Hamel's expression but you can only assume she figured something out with the way her finger twitched against your hand.

"Ever since that performance, I came to this theater again and again in hopes of seeing her again." You finally let out a heavy sigh, "in the process, I saw a lot more others perform. I thought they were amazing but they weren't what I was looking for."

"Like a shooting star, she appeared briefly in my sky and left me wishing in silence."

That was when Hamel stood up from her seat. She wasn't smiling, but she wasn't frowning either; it was a blank stare followed by a voice filled with expectations. It was as if she was waiting for something—a correct answer to her question.

"Did you manage to meet her again?" She asked.

You couldn't help but stare at her from your seat, trying to search for answers in the familiar pink of her eyes. She let go of your hand and you couldn't help but notice how much colder it's gotten—how lonely it suddenly felt.

"I did. After many years, I finally got the chance to see her in this very theater again." You stood up and took her hands in yours, firmly this time. Her face slowly turned soft, the corner of her lips tugging into a small smile as she pulled her hands away from your grasp just to hold your face. It was warm—your face was warm and you didn't know if it was because of her hands or the heat that crept up your neck.

Her gaze was so gentle; you couldn't deny the love it held.

"Did I keep you waiting?"

"... I don't mind." You turned your head, placing a kiss on the palm of her hand. "I would have kept chasing after you."

"You don't have to anymore. You caught this shooting star among countless others. I hope the brilliance that captivated you does not disappear."

"Even now, you're shining so brightly in such a rundown place."

"... It's because I'm with you." It felt warmer. "Won't you dance with me on this stage?"

She asked but she was already dragging you to the stage without waiting for an answer. The floorboards were old and creaked with every step you and Hamel took but it hardly mattered in that moment.

Stuck in your own little world, she brought the stars with her and decorated the stage with its brilliance one last time as a reprise of the dance that enchanted you many years ago.

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Happy New Years folks! Another year ended and another year begins!

@yanderelinkeduniverse @ice-cream-writes-stuff @linked-heroes @screaming-until-god-hears-me @imprisioned-in-the-hole @crestfallenmermaidan @eternadreeblissa

Gosh, so much done, so much left to do! I hope what I produced left you guys happy!

I can go on and on about how I appreciate you guys for sticking with this little old blog. But I'll settle with a New Years one-shot that I knew you'll enjoy!

For those who played TOTK you'll know what location I'm mentioning (not that subtle), for those who haven't played, i kept it very vague for everything else.

I'm using the 'Wild was yanked back to his era for his second journey and time shenanigans meant it was only several months for the chain and (y/n) and maybe a year or two for him.' Idea for this cause why not?

Happy New Year folks! And Thanks for spending another year on this blog with me! I hope to impress you guys this new year! 🥰

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"What was it like in your world?" The winds were a gentle noise around them. strong yet peaceful.

The recent portal had taken them back to Wild's era. Though in one of the recent Sky Islands that popped up in his Hyrule.

The one they were one, the Great Sky Island, wore it's named proudly, the sight of the sun just below the horizon from so high up, it's lingering hue a faint echo of the brightness that was known by all, the stars quietly claiming their place on the earth's darken sky.

(y/n) could never grow tired of the sea of stars above, and to be closer to them than she had ever been in her life was incredible.

Something she definitely wasn't capable of seeing back home unless she left the city.

So sitting by the waters of the largest 'lake' on the island (and questions on how water was even produced there sprung in her head.) looking up at the beautiful starry sky, she had been understandably distracted and hadn't realize Hyrule had settled next to her until his shoulder brushed against hers and he spoke up.

"Hm?"

"Well, the new year." He said, his voice soft.

(y/n) hummed in reply, ah yes, they had been discussing that before they entered the portal, "Well...it's very different for everyone." (Y/n) chuckled under her breath, "No culture is the same but the general public celebrates pretty much the same way in big cities."

She shrugged one shoulder and smiled, "It can be a pretty crazy thing at times."

Hyrule let out an amused huff of laughter, "You have a good point there, I've never experienced a culture quite like yours so hearing you talk about it is always fascinating. It's hard to believe you've lived there all your life." Hyrule tilted his head, "And how do you celebrate?"

His eyes flickered up to the starry heavens above before looking back at the woman beside him.

She grinned, "There's a big party normally. Sometimes we sing songs, some times we dance, we definitely eat a lot. And of course, most of the time the adults get drunk until they pass out."

"Sounds fun." Hyrule said happily.

"I guess my personal favorites were when things didn't go to plan."

"What didn't go to plan?" (y/n) and Hyrule turned to Four walking over to them.

"Also Time said to stay away from the edge."

"Oh, that's the eighth time he said that, I got it already! and we just talking about how the New Year was celebrated back home." She answered as he settled down on her opposite side. "My personal favorites were when things didn't go to plan."

"So you liked new year plans going wrong?" He asked, eyebrow raised in question.

"I liked it when people found a workaround when something went wrong." She clarified.

"There was always something about watching what could have been a tragedy turn into a memory that everyone involved talked about years later."

(Y/n)'s smile as she thought of some special occasions was contagious and Four smiled back warmly. "I like to imagine what kind of trouble you caused back home, because I know there must have been a lot." Four teased.

"That is false! I was an innocent bystander during those times!" She cried, mock offended by his accusation. Four couldn't help but laugh at how silly she looked. (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

"Food's ready!" (y/n) let herself fall on her back, looking over to the others behind her.

Wild was tapping a wooden spoon on his cooking pot, catching everyone's attention.

"Get it while it's hot!" He declared cheerfully.

Everyone gathered around to get their share. It wasn't long before everyone sat around eating, chatting casually about anything they could think of.

"You'll be able to get us down from here tomorrow right Cook?" Legend asked between bites.

"Yeah yeah, I have a few rides that can easily get us all down." was the cheerful answer.

"Can't you use your...uh...pad?"

"You can call it a slate, it's the same either way, and probably! I like my method better though."

"Doesn't make me feel confident." was the answer to that.

"Well Excuse-"

(y/n) happily ignored them as she hummed in happiness with each bite she took. Wild's rice and curry was always a delicious treat. Especially when he added a side of delicious chicken. She was eating it and still craved another bowl! Then again, all his meals were amazing, so it was expected.

"So (y/n), you never said what was your favorite new year's mishap." Four spoke up during the tail end of the meal. Everyone had their seconds (and some had thirds) and plates were stacked to be cleaned.

"What's this now?" Warriors spoke up, everyone's attention turning to Four.

"(y/n) was talking about how she celebrated the new year back home." Hyrule responded.

"Was she?" Warriors raised a brow at her.

"Then it turned into what her favorite memories were and she answered that it was when celebration turned differently than expected." A nod from (y/n) confirmed Four's statement.

"So what was it?" Legend asked her, "your favorite mishap?"

"Oh loads of times." She answered, "When one year, a sudden snowstorm disrupted our outdoor New Year's Eve plans. Instead of feeling disappointed, we embraced the unexpected and had an impromptu indoor celebration with close friends, turning it into a cozy and memorable night."

"That sounds rather nice." Sky commented.

"On another occasion, transportation issues prevented me and some friends from attending the new year's party at my house. We decided to explore the local area looking for help, but stumbled upon a charming small gathering, and ended up forming new connections that made the night surprisingly delightful." She continued, "They even helped us get home and we merged our groups into one big gathering!"

"That does sound like a lovely way to spend a New Year's Eve." Wild said, elbows on his knees.

"Yeah, mom still calls them up and sends them care packages." She replied, smiling softly, "But my favorite new year's mishap...hmm.." She tapped her chin in thought.

"Oh yeah! When I was little, final two hours before we counted down to bring in the new year, the lights around the whole area went out unexpectedly, leaving us in complete darkness."

"Really? Everyone must have panicked." Wind commented, looking curious.

"Yeah, a bit! It would have been scary, but not even half an hour later, people were lighting candles, turning on any available lights that had a separate power source, lighting up glow sticks, which are like luminescent stones but have several colors and only last a short while, and people started playing music."

(Y/n) continued, grinning at her fond memories. "What was more fun was when people started lighting fireworks in the middle of the streets, which is illegal mind you! It was so fun watching the fireworks going off and than people hiding the evidence when the police, uh our version of knights? came around to check on what was going on."

"It must have felt like a wonderful night indeed." Wind commented in awe.

(y/n) laughed at his remark.

"It was cold to the point my ears and face was aching, I still remember my nose being runny as hell, I was shivering like everyone else!" (y/n) sighed happily, "and I remember how there was so much laughter and excitement. us kids running around with handheld lights, we were like oversized laughing fireflies with the way we zoomed back and forth through the street."

The young girl continued reminiscing, smiling brightly, thinking about her family and friends, happy memories of the past celebrations she'd spent with them.

She missed them all dearly.

"It all sounds so nice." Four said, his eyes shining brightly, "People back home would spend more time worrying if the power went out rather than trying to make the situation better."

"I'm pretty sure that's the general sentiment with most of our eras."

"Every family for themselves if such a situation happened." Hyrule piped in with a shrug, never really celebrating much in his era.

"You guys never lived in a city where the lights are on 24/7." (y/n) smirked as she reminded them.

"Even in the middle of the night, the city is always awake in some way. So when the power goes out, there's a level of excitement that comes with it." She laughed and shrugged, "I mean it sucked cause ya know, no power, but we always made it work in some way."

She looked up at the night sky.

"I still remember how my mom and dad gathered us up and sat us on the roof of their car, horseless carriage that moved with electricity and oil." She smiled as the mouths that opened to ask what a car was closed shut.

"Watching the fireworks light up the sky, hearing people laugh and play music. Having the food vendor pass by and set up shop at both ends of the street and us getting to eat delicious food while bundled up as much as our parents could..." a sniffle was heard from her, she quickly shook her head and blinked her teary away with a chuckle, "I..It was everything I never realized I wanted to experience! ...And..." her smile dimmed.

"It's one of those moments that'll never truly be replicated again. no matter what."

She sighed again, still happy but with some bittersweet sadness. "Moments like that are one of a kind you know."

"Wish we could have experienced it with you."

"I wish you guys could have been there too." She said, smile a bit bigger, though still sad.

Wild, having taken a seat next to her during the meal, reached over and rubbed circles on her shoulder.

"At least we know it would have been nice to have seen the festival, and it certainly seemed like it was spectacular." Wild pointed out, "but it seems like you had a great time, and that's what matters to me."

(y/n) smiled at the blond boy's gesture.

"Thanks," She replied, placing a hand on top of his and leaning against him slightly.

"I bet the fireworks were amazing." Wind sighed wistfully, "wish we could have seen it."

"I know." She groaned, shaking her head sadly, "that was always the best part! People would either go watch the fireworks and set them off themselves!"

"Maybe next time, if we're lucky enough, we get to see some." Legend added quietly as he gave her a sympathetic look, "Though I doubt it'll be as amazing as the ones back home."

(y/n) smiled appreciatively and nodded. "It's the memories made that make them amazing. So I'll love every moment if there's fireworks.

Everyone chatted amongst themselves, talking about some of the ways they all celebrated the new year.

Each equally unaware of the things happening below on the Surface.

They weren't witness to the chaos happening around the Skyview Towers.

How smoke filled each of the bases, keeping anyone near from approaching.

At Lookout Landing, people were scrambling, trying to find the answer, some suspecting that it was ready to explode.

In a way, they were right.

...

"What the hell??"

Back on the Great Sky Island, everyone looked at Wind as he stood up and looked towards the distance.

Everyone followed his gaze, all equally confused as they saw several bright flames shooting high into the air.

"The fuck?!" Legend exclaimed, shooting up to his feet.

"Wait, did we miss something?! Cook! I thought you said most monsters don't come up here?!" Warriors snapped at him, already reaching for his sword.

"No, no, no! They don't!" Wild waved his hands in front of him frantically.

They all watched as the bright flames shot up into the night sky, each person was wondering what exactly happened.

Gasps erupted as each ball of flames bursts into an eruption of bright colors.

Fireworks, as large as buildings and as numerous as a crowd of children celebrating the New Year together.

"Holy shit!" Wind yelled in shock, standing in bewilderment with Legend and Hyrule beside him,

"Who set off those fucking fireworks?!"

(y/n) stood up and slowly turned in a full circle, noticing how the fiery displays seemed to surround Sky Island.

Wild pulled Wind close to him and whispered something quickly before he tapped at his slate and after a blue circle appeared at his feet, vanished into tendrils of glowing blue.

Wind pulled out his Pirate's Charm and held it at the ready, in another moment, Wild's voice was heard.

"It's coming from the Skyview Towers! They're all shooting these things into the sky!"

"Isn't that a bad thing?!?" Twilight asked frantically, standing a bit closer to an awestruck (y/n).

"N-No? I don't think so? It's just...shooting fireworks?"

"Well someone decided to go big or go home." Hyrule said under his breath as he stared at the constantly changing lights bursting in the sky.

(y/n) stared open mouthed at the brilliant fireworks exploding around the outskirts of the Sky Island, staring at the spectacle above them, seemingly enthralled by the display.

"Purah is probably going ballistic right now." Wild said as soon as he arrived back where the blue circle was, "Those towers are for shooting people in the air, not fireworks."

"I'm sorry, it shoots what?"

"Damned cannons." Twilight muttered, a grimace clear on his face, "(y/n) we should...(y/n)?"

(y/n)'s attention taken hostage by the lights in the sky, simply turning slowly in place in order to take in as much as she could.

"It's beautiful..." (y/n) breathed, eyes sparkling as she looked at the beautiful spectacle surrounding them.

Everyone soon settled down, not sensing any danger despite the sudden excitement.

She, and slowly everyone else, was mesmerized by its beautiful display.

It's bright colors turning night into day. A constant stream of color, lighting up the world in a dazzling display of light and beauty.

It was a sight they could never forget, nor could they ever hope to replace.

(y/n) sighed softly, a content smile on her lips as she looked up at the fireworks.

"I hope you guys back home are doing alright." She whispered under her breath, a hand resting over her heart.

A small, yet sad smile graced her features as her eyes began to fill with tears.

"I miss you, Mom, Dad, everyone...I miss you guys so so much..."

She took a deep breath, "But I'm doing alright. I'm not letting things keep me down."

(y/n) could just imagine her mom and dad fretting over her, her friends sarcastically teasing her while looking her over to see if she was ok. Her sister threatening to lock her in her room if she ever worried her again.

She could practically see it in front of her, how it made her heart hurt.

She missed them, missed spending time with them.

But she knew she wasn't the only one feeling like that too. They probably were worried sick over her.

She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment, just focusing on the noise around her.

And if she strained her hearing just a bit, she could faintly hear the chatter, the laughter, and the sounds of celebration from a memory that was already many years old.

She missed her loved ones dearly.

But...

She opened her eyes again and gazed out at the night sky with so many lights that reminded her of home.

She'll be ok.

She smiled as she watched the others point of the fireworks that caught their eye, Wild snapping picture after picture as quickly as he could.

"Another year, another set of memories." Soft quiet laughter escaping her.

And she stood there, enjoying the beautiful view surrounding her.

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In the distant behind them, a pumpkin headed figure sat on the edge of the floating island above them. Slowly kicking their legs as they watched the group below them.

Shoulders shaking in silent mirth as each kick seemed to set off another firework.

An echoy giggle sounded from within the pumpkin.

'Happy Happy Home/Friend/Warmth! Happy Happy Sillies!! Which means Happy Happy me!'

With another giggle, the figure hopped off the ledge, vanishing with the next breeze appearing.

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Longing curses 3/5

-His path-

Chapter summary: After showing you that you and Tom share some values, he invites you to a party at the Slytherin common room, after all he plans his future with you and for that you need to know your future enviroment and he needs to show the rest of the school who you belong to.

word count: ca 3000

Warning/tags: smut, manipulation

,,I thought you liked music'' Tom said before you were about to enter the Slytherin common room. He had sensed your tension during the entire way. Despite your polite refusal he insisted to pick you up from your dorm. Tom wanted make sure no one else would accompany you or try to change your mind.

,,Of course I do. But partying is something different, I tend to get shy. Besides I hope they tolerate me'' you said still remembering the discussion at the duelling club.

,,They will.You'll be fine, trust me'' Tom said confidently as usual. The way he gently pressed your hand in his grip before leading you inside, still felt foreign to you. But in an exciting way you figured. It made your heart ache in a bittersweet way and only Tom could mend this pain away it seems. So you found yourself following him more and more despite this strange feeling. Only in the most distant corners of your mind remained the concious that this urge within you might become your peril.

✧ ⊹ I ✧ ⊹

Indeed you felt some shyness once you had entered the common room. Everything is just a bit more vulgar and open at the way the Slytherins party, occasionally it makes you even blush.

If it weren't for Toms ambition to make you feel comfortable you would have felt like an outsider during this night.You only recognised your one friend from Ravenclaw who you had studied in the libary last week.

Once you got intruduced to some friends of Tom properly and you started to get along you felt more at ease. You created a rather big circle and drank some fire whisky and chatted a bit, onyl Abraxas Malfoy gave you a rather bitter look. When you wouldn't look at him, you had the impression he watched you. Tom noticed this as well and made sure that Abraxas would stop that, a daring look was enough.

Eventually Tom encouraged some nice girls of the group to take you dancing with them and off you went, sharing a last smile with Tom.

Tom watched you from the distance. Much to his pride you started to get along with everyone who mattered, you even seemed to have some fun at last. His friends are you company now, they would make you laugh and look after you, when he wasn't around. While you were distracted he made someone throw your Ravenclaw friend outside. Cutting off the last annoying strings.

When you needed a little break you stood beside the improvised dance field and slowly swang to the music.

Your gaze flew across the crowd and you realized how the person you just had thought about came closer to you, almost when it was too late.

Tom approached you like a predator with some smooth steps, when your eyes met you had to chuckle shyly.

,,Oh no Tom'' you said when he offered his hand for you to join him. Everyone would see you both, together. Eventually you took it after some intense starring that showed you that he truly challanged you to overcome your last bit of shyness. He pulls you enthuastically but still smoothly against him and you had to laugh from his behavior. A proud smile crossed his face and he twirled you around as if he wanted to first show you off and then held you like he wanted to keep you all to himself.

This moment felt like a dream. All the green and white lights of the room danced around you two, while Tom swung you around the room. Everyone looked at you out of disbelieve, may it be negatively or positivley. But it didn't matter, because Tom's feeling were the only one that mattered to you.

✧ ⊹ II ✧ ⊹

Some time later you and Tom ended up in a hidden corner where you had led him to. Something inside you had reached its peak and the only thing you lpnged for was Toms attention.

,,Tom can you answer me something honestly?'' you asked with your upper body pressed against his. For a long moment you two had just hugged one another and swung slowly to the music. ,,Did your friends to something in my drink?''

,,What makes you think that?'' asked Tom the soft gaze disappeared at your words.

,,I feel kind of funny. I want... you. Are you sure your friends didn't give me some love potion?'' you asked half heartedly, laughing a bit nervous.

You couldn't know, Tom thought when you said this. He never mentioned how his parents got together.

,,I don't think you need this to feel this way Y/N, am I right? Besides alcohol has its his own special effects'' Tom said while caressing your cheek, suppressing his dark secrets and the harsh feelings that followed them. Instead his lips twisted into a shy smile, you were so close. He could feel how he was about to finally win you.

Your face reddens and you hid it in his hand.

He took your hand in his and brought it to your heart.

,,You can feel it too now, dont you? We're meant to be together'' he says, luring you into his beliefs. You nodded.

,,Tom... I want you. Don't mind my tipsiness, the alcohol just makes me say things I'm too shy to admit usually'' your words sounded like a phrase Tom just wanted you to say. They were so desperate and their purpose was to only get him. And like you dind't had this sleepy thought in the back of your mind your pressed yourself further into his body, searching for more. He was right.

Thats when you let your last doubts fall into sleep and allowed yourself to get yourself what you truely longed for. And Tom watched this little show with his undivided attention.

The shyness in your eyes turned slowly to desire as you attempted to reach out for your needs that laid on Toms lips, for the beginning.

Carefully to cross the distance between your lips and his you got on your tiptoes, his height forced you to.

Embarrassement rushed through you, as Tom turned his face away from yours, denying your wish.

With a challenging smile Tom leaned back, not giving in. Softly his fingers had twisted around your necklace and pushed you on your feet again. Back, underneath him.

Little did you know that this wasn't an act to embarrase you, in fact Tom was very pleased right now. If you weren't so tipsy, that view and your pleading words would be enough for Tom to finally ruin you. The goal he had set for you was almost reached, and for the last steps he wanted you to crawl. Love could be so demanding, Tom had to learn it. Enduring so many restless nights only due to those cursed feelings for you.

His free hand pulled your hair to one side, exposing your neck where he took a gentle hold of it to face him. First you hoped he would kiss you. But then his lips met your neck, first softly enough to savour the feeling of your soft skin but then strong enough to give you a taste of what was to come, when you stayed with him.

The fires in the corridor threw your shadows against the wall and while your head got gently shoved to the side by Toms lips. His huge shadow devoured yours. You were one.

How frightning this relfection was didn't cross your mind, instead your eyes rolled back from the sensation when Toms lips moved to the other side, now hiding your shadows from your sight.

The plan was to make this pleasurable for you but Tom couldn't hold back and pulled you closer to him with one smooth motion around you middle and it only made his lips move with more hunger over your skin. Even though the loud music covered your moans Tom could feel them against his lips. The possesive grip around you wasn't necessary your body arched against his own like you begged for more.

,,You're almost too good at making me lose my own mind'' Tom cursed between some more hot kisses behind your ear, his voice was so close you thought he was in your mind.

With glassy eyes you looked up to him when he withdrawed from you, his other hand still layed around your middle, otherwise you would have stumbled.

,,This should do the trick. Remind others that you belong to someone for now on. But I want to hear it from you again when you are sober'' he said after pressing his lips together like he wanted to have the taste of your skin again. You felt a sting at your neck when his fingers traced around it.Before you could answer Tom took you by the hand and led you back to the party, otherwise you would still be frozen at your spot.

With a proud smile Tom entered the common room with you again, now with a different feeling inside him. And a different version of you it seemed. He almost had pity for you, when everyone could see how flustered and outspaced you were. But the fact that this was all because of him made him proud, hell it even turned him on. Finally everyone could clearly see what Tom had all this time, that you were his. His love, his pride his treasure. Tom finally understoof why people gave their partner silly names.

,,Go get some water and have some fun. I have to talk about something with some friends'' said Tom and left you behind, knowing that you wouldn't walk away from him anymore.

The remaing evening lasted an internity. You would sometimes join Toms little group where he still talked with his friends. Even though he liked the idea of not only being surrended by his minions but also by his love, he wanted to keep you away from his dark plans. He would encourage you to just go back to his other friends while staying a bit cold infront of the others.

Finally Tom came back and declared the end of the party for you two. Your mind was clearer again but nothing had changed about the way you felt. A comforting warmness crossed your bare arms when Tom almost hid you with his dark jacket he wore as his arm kept you softly by his side, guiding you to his room.

✧ ⊹ III ✧ ⊹

,,You have stayed very patient. You understand I wanted our first... real engagement to be special.'' he said after he had pushed the door close and leaned against it while facing you. With one swift motion he cast a spell on the door. His dorm mates would have to sleep somewhere else tonight. There was no way back outside, for the both of you.

You didn't say a word, instead you just watched him approaching you. It all felt like a dream.

,,I would have kissed you sober or drunk. You have something I really like about you, I can't just name it'' you said eventually as you realized that Tom seemed to wait for a reaction, despite his confident smile, that grew wider due to your words.

,,Maybe the fact that we share some values - like hard work. It took some perserverance to show you how much I adore you'' he said, your joined hands came up to your cheek. At first you thought it was meant to be a half hearted joke, but Toms face stood serious so you suppressed your nervous laughter.

,,You bewitched me Y/N'' Tom admitted honestly, with no string of a hidden plan attached as he felt deep down.

You were speechless again.

,,Why not show me how you feel about me?'' he suggested eventually. Little shivers of excitment flew through your body when Tom had said those words. His hands slowly took hold of your body.

Using his grip around your middle Tom pulled you against him to finally lay his lips and yours. They melted softly together and savoured one another's taste.

All the frustration of the waiting he had to endure crushed down on him.Even though Tom knew you, this felt so foreign. Feeling someone else- and yet it was like he drug tom him. His tongue stroke across yours lips before tasting more of you, he hushed your little sounds of nervousness helping you to relaxe more by softly massaging your sides he still held so possessively.

He would never let you go. Not after all those words and actions, not when you felt this good.

At some point Tom and you realized that they still needed to breath. You heart beat loud inside your ears and you pressed your body closer against his chest to calm yourself down. Tom took that as a sign to give you more and softly bend you down on the bed.

A strange feeling run through your body as you carefully crawled further onto the matress while keeping your eyes locked with Toms. One second later you kissed again and despite your need for him Tom seemed to have more of that for you.

His lips started to wander across your cheeks then neck and chest. You couldn't help but moan when his hands tried to decide where to touch you first and eventually pressed your hips against his own like an instinct and was the sweetest sound Tom could hear from you. Everything he did from now on was to squeeze those sounds again and again from out of you.

,,Wait what about your dorm mates?'' you asked when they crossed your mind.

,,You really think about such things when we are doing this?'' Tom asked in a mixture of annoyance and amusement and sucked on that sweet spot on your neck he just had found earning him another moan from you.

,, Just focus on me Y/N. The others don't have to bother you. You're mine after all, right?'' Tom asked in a bare whispher against your lips. You nodded shyly and eargerly.

,,How was that about you wanting me? Tell me about it'' Tom said. His hot breath crossed the skin of your lips when he waited for your answer while his hands roamed over your body. Once you had found your voice his eyes were fixed on your face, already pleased with the way you twisted under his touch.

It was hard to admit your feelings properly to him but Tom helped you.

,,Love is about taking and giving right? Give me an answer and you shall recieve more it that my love'' said Tom ever so confident, a smirk laid on his lips when he reminded you of your own words. He gave you everything when you said everything he wanted to hear. Like how much you needed him, that he was right all the time and that it you were meant to be his. By every right answer Tom undressed you futher and kissed the new parts of your skin he revealed him to.

By the time Tom let lose of you, you were a mess underneath him.Tom looked proudly down at his achievement.

Your gaze was dark and earger, your breath hollow like you didn't dare to be too loud. All you wanted was him.

,,Good Y/N. You're letting go for me dont you? I can see more and more who you really are and you look so perfect like it.You're doing so good'' Tom said to calm you down and kissed your hand lovingly. But it seemed it had quite the opposite effect. In unsteady movements your hips pushed upside against his own, to search for more, while your eyes met his. Tom suppressed a moan while his teeth catched the delicate skin of the back of your hand. You would be his ending when he wouldn't stay careful.

Now you could see Tom truthfully. He wasn't as cunning and cold hearted like so many thought. He was able to love someone, to really crave something. And this thing was you, it must have been so you thought by the picture before your eyes.

,,Let me show you how much I adore you Y/N. I want to make you feel good.'', Tom said softly.

His fingers traced around your bare thighs and hip. ,,You're teasing'' you chuckled when you found the courage to speak. ,,I'm enjoying properly'' Tom said not letting him get out of his pace. Eventually you could feel his fingers between your legs and the uprising courage left you again. You felt so different underneath him, with him still clothed and with you being under his control.

Tom would lie when he said he wasn't nervous as well, but at least he was good at hiding it. All he wanted was you to submitt more and more to him, to show himself that you were his indeed. And he could get lost in the view he got offered when his fingers stretched you out for the first time. Having people under his mercy was always something he enjoyed but it was in such a new way, and much more addicting.

,,Is everything alright? You look so pretty like this. Let me make you do that sound again. You're so good for me, doing so good'' He encourages you, watching you hungryly being on the edge of also getting lost in your excitement.

,,Does this feel good little witch?'' he asked between his trusts or when he curled his fingers a certain way, even though the answer was obvious. Something had changed within him, he was focused again and was now playing with you instead of testing the waters, now that he was certain you liked this.

Your moans weren't enough for him he wanted to hear you say it out loud and when you couldn't answer quick enough. Tom would trust harder into you, reminding you who was in charge when you thought you needn't to answer him or smimply couldnt due to the pleasure.

Your head bend to the side when you came closer but Toms fingers griped you by your chin to guide your gaze back on him. ,,You look at me when you come.'', Tom said sternly.

For second you witnessed a strange moment. While you felt the pleasure run through you it was as if you would look into a mirror, when you watched Tom who felt just as euphoric as you. With glassy eyes he pumped stronger inside you having you cry out higher, almost mimicing your lust and nervousness.

With a broken cry you came down from your high, your thighs still shivered from it while your neck was still gently pressed in the pillow. His eyes were still locked with yours when he brought his fingers to his lips tasting the fruits of his victory. You carefully came up and helped him out of his sweater and shirt, you felt so small against him when you eyed him up.

,,Tom I want to make you feel good as well'' you said still out of breath searching for his gaze when Tom laid himself next to you. ,,What you make me feel now is enough, for now. I lust for something far better at another time. Now let me taste you again'' he said and pushed you down again.

It sounded almost like you were in pain when Tom kept you on the edge, always denying your high despite your pleading moans. Lowkey giving you a taste of your own medicin, he had to wait so long for this moment. Now you were the one who had to be nice and patient for him.

Your hands had reached for his hair to get more friction, but Tom was quicker and pushed them down, giving you a warning by sucking hard on your clit making you whimper. He explained that you must use your words if you wanted something from him.

,,Don't get shy on me. We're partners now, there is nothing you can't tell me. Say what you want'' Tom said like an intimate secret giving you one long lick that made you shiver again searching for more.

The more you found the courage to tell him what you wanted and how badly you needed him the more Tom gave into your pleas. When Tom decided to have heared enough for now he let you have your final release in which he could get lost just like your sweet sounds. With weak arms you brought yourself into the embrace Tom offered you and rested. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you how well you did until your sleepiness overwhelmed you.

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