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azulhood · 25 days
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It all started because of a school project, technically two projects, while it wasn't a world ending threat they set of a change reaction that lead to startling discoveries.
Mr Lancer had given the class the task of looking through their pasts and finding an life changing event that helped shape them into the person that were today and writing about that event.
It was a ten page essay (they were allowed to go over that limit) the more details the better and if you had something from that event to show (such as photos or keepsakes or really anything) you were awarded extra credit.
Danny's choice of event was the school field trip to a nearby museum he went on when he was seven, the space exhibit they had was what sparked his love for the stars and kick-started his dreams of being an astronaut.
It wasn't like he had any other choice (he doubted mister Lancer would accept 'my death' as a good life changing event)
He knew that he had photos of the field trip somewhere with all the other photos taken throughout his life, he just had to find them.
And after digging through thousands of boxes and piles of discarded inventions he handled with care (in case they blew up) he found them tucked inside an old photo album covered in green stains that sat on top of a bookshelf.
Opening the book caused all the pictures to fall into his lap, it seems like his parents didn't get around to actually adding them to the book, Danny resigned himself to spending the rest of his day shifting through old photos.
It wasn't all bad though, he found pictures of when Sam still had blonde hair and wore pink and of that time Tucker wrote an 'I love you' on his parents cars with their keys and many other embarrassing photos.
A treasure trove of blackmail material.
He finally found the picture he was looking for.
All of the kids who are now students of Casper high stood in front of an old building each proudly holding up something they bought in the gift shop (Danny had bought a book on planets that had long ago fallen apart)
It was a normal photo.
And yet, something seemed off.
Sam and Tucker were there with him in between them, Dash was there too.
Along with Kwan, Mikey, Paulina, Valerie, and all the others.
And yet, something was missing.
Then it hit him.
Wes wasn't there.
Danny could've sworn that he had been on that trip, but the more he thought about it the less he was sure.
He couldn't actually remember Wes being there and Danny remembered nearly everything about that trip.
'Maybe he was sick or something?' It was the most logical thing he could think of to explain the other absence, that and his parents not wanting him to go for some reason.
Mystery solved he pushed it to the back of his mind , he had an essay to finish.
Still, it stuck with him.
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The next school project Lencer gave them was one with assigned partners.
Danny got Wes who, despite not being Sam or Tucker, was leagues better then Dash and he'd take that as a win.
Wes had insisted on studying at his house so he could, and Danny quotes "Keep an eye on you Fenton"
Danny could practically feel the hidden cameras burning a hole into him while he stood in front of the Weston's door, waiting for him to go ghost for whatever reason.
Jokes on him though, Danny asked all the ghosts to leave him along for this month with the promise of giving them a head start the next time they caused trouble, so really Wes was just wasting his time.
"This way." Wes said already heading inside without caring if Danny followed.
Being the first time he had ever been in Wes's home Danny looked at everything and anything.
It was a fairly normal home, not like Danny's which had an anti-ghost defense system or Sam's super rich house.
But more like Tuckers
One of the things that drew his attention was the pictures that lined the walls.
There were so many.
Some with Wes and his mom, some with just him, some with just his mom, and some with people Danny didn't recognise.
But there were no baby photos.
The only pictures Danny could find of a young Wes seemed to be from when he was eight? Nine?
And nothing before.
'Maybe they were put away in storage' Danny guessed, but it still made his brain itch.
He remembered looking at old school photos and not finding any sign of a young Wes at all, he didn't even remember Wes coming to school any time before the year Danny turned eight.
And in a small town where everyone knew everyone that really wasn't possible.
'Maybe they moved here and lost a lot of stuff' Which would explain a lot, well no harm in asking. "Did you loss a lot when you moved here?"
Wes stopped walking and turned around to give him a look that asked if he was insane. "I've lived here my whole life, Fenton."
Danny froze, that couldn't be right, he'd remember that.
Something was wrong.
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Tim Drake sat in front of the bat computer as the rest of his family patrolled.
He had one monitor displaying the other bats locations while all the other monitors were used to show him files, or rather the lack there of.
Wayne Enterprises had tournaments held for schools and the prize was an all express paid trip to Gotham and tour of WE and surrounding areas, Tim could think of way better prizes that weren't visiting the crime capital of the world but that wasn't the point.
What was the point was that every time there was a winner Tim preformed a routine background check on students and staff (and by routine he means learn their whole live story) just in case anyone happened to be trained assassins set to kill one of them, stranger things have happened.
Wes Weston was one such student whose background Tim had to check.
And he found nothing.
Sure, there were hospital and school documents from age eight and upwards, but other then that nothing.
There was no birth certificate, no evidence of him attending daycare, nothing.
It was as if Wes did not exist before he was eight years old.
And perhaps the most interesting thing.
Amy Weston was listed as Wes's biological mother, DNA even said as much, and yet Amy's medical file said that she had never been pregnant and also had no siblings that could've been Wes's parent.
And yet Wes existed, appearing one day as if he had always been there.
Was it cloning? Aliens? Magic? A changeling? Someone creating false information to hide the truth?
It was a mystery, and mysteries had always been Tim's Kryptonite.
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theostrophywife · 5 months
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kiss with a fist | chapter ten.
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pairing: theodore nott x reader.
song inspiration: the way i loved you - taylor swift.
author's note: get in, besties. we're crawling out of the trenches. i hope ya'll aren't too mad at me after this.
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The fallout from your fight with Theo wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Mostly because you spent the entire weekend holed up in your dorm and avoiding the nuclear aftermath. It was a coward’s approach, but you were content to let sleeping dogs lie. You didn’t know if you could bear facing the others. 
The newfound friendships you had formed with the Slytherins were all sure to implode given the circumstances. Theo was one of their oldest friends and they were loyal to their own. Once Theo told them what had gone down between you, they would undoubtedly take his side. You would've. The worst part was, you couldn't even blame them for it. 
The argument with Theo hurt. Because you knew each other so well, he knew exactly what to say to push your buttons. You were so, so angry in the moment, but the more that time passed, you could see that you were both in the wrong. Yes, Theo shouldn't have acted like an emotionally constipated twat, but you also could've approached the situation better. Instead, the two of you crashed and burned, imploding whatever precarious thing you had built up over the past few months. You were afraid that your newfound friendships with the others would become collateral damage.
The possibility of losing all of them filled you with unbearable sadness. You cried in bed until you were sure that you couldn’t possibly have anything left in you and then you cried some more. Luna was obviously very concerned on your behalf. She had never seen you cry, so you could only imagine how incredibly jarring it was for her to witness you sob for three days straight.
To her credit, Luna never judged you for any of it. She just let you feel the range of emotions you’ve been holding back for months, often rubbing your back and fixing you a soothing cup of tea. Every now and then she’d ask if you’d like to come to the Great Hall for a meal, but you declined each time. You wanted to put off the inevitable for as long as possible. 
When Monday crept around and hiding in your dorm was no longer an option, you carefully timed your arrival and departure to class so that you wouldn’t run into any of them. Especially not Theo. 
The plan was working well and you successfully avoided everyone until Wednesday afternoon. You had just gotten out of History of Magic when Mattheo and Enzo cornered you. They were both out of breath and sweaty, presumably from quidditch practice. 
“Y/N!” Enzo called from across the hall. You froze and rounded the corner, hoping to lose them in the crowd. 
“I know you see us, Y/N!” Mattheo called after you.
Unfortunately, they were much faster and caught up to you easily. You clutched your books in your arms like a safety blanket. “I have to go to class.” 
“No, you don’t,” Enzo said. “History of Magic is your last class of the day. We used to study after, remember? Before you decided to ditch us.” 
“I’m not ditching anyone,” you countered defensively. 
“Is that why we haven’t seen you for four days?” Mattheo pondered. “You don’t eat meals with us. You don’t attend game nights. You don’t let us walk you to class. Sounds like a classic ditching to me, Y/N.”
“Look, it’s just…complicated right now, okay.” You sighed, adjusting the strap of your satchel. “With everything that happened with Theo, I thought it would be best to keep my distance.” 
“Is that why he’s been moodier than usual?” Enzo asked. “You two had a fight?”
“He didn’t tell you?” 
Mattheo shook his head. “He nearly took my head off at practice, but when I tried to ask what the bloody hell was up his arse, the git just stormed off. I should’ve known it was because of you.” 
You flinched. Enzo elbowed Mattheo in the ribs, which caused the latter to grumble dramatically. “What Mattheo meant to say is that ever since you stopped coming around, Theo’s been in a proper foul mood.” Enzo placed a hand on your shoulder. “What exactly happened between the two of you?” 
The tears spilled out before you could stop them. You had done your best to keep it together during classes and club meetings and even prefect duties, but that one simple question seemed to push you over the edge. What happened between you and Theo? Your friendship, rivalry, flirtation, whatever had been forming these past few months had blown up in your face and you had been the one to light the match. 
Before you knew what was happening, Enzo crushed you into a hug. “It’s okay, Y/N. You don’t have to tell us.”
“It’s bad, Enz. I fucked up. I fucked up really bad.” 
To your surprise, Mattheo rubbed your back despite the mild discomfort on his face from seeing you cry. “Whatever it is, I’m sure you and Theo can fix it. You two are crazy about each other.” 
“You don’t understand, Mattheo. We said some really awful things to each other. I think—I think I really hurt him. I figured he would have told you all by now and that it would mean the end of my friendship with everyone.” 
“No way,” Mattheo countered. “You’re only just admitting that we’re friends. I’m not letting all that hard work go to waste.” 
You chuckled, wiping a tear away with the back of your hand. Enzo grinned, pinching your cheek. “There’s that smile. Mattheo’s right. We wouldn’t drop you just because you and Theo are fighting.” 
“The fight was my fault,” you sniffled. “I took it too far and I said some things that I really, really regret. I would understand if you took his side.” 
“We’re not taking sides,” Enzo assured you. “You’re both our friends. We care about you equally.”
“But you’ve known Theo your whole lives.” 
“Exactly,” Mattheo said with a nod. “We know how frustrating he can be sometimes. Even with us, Theo’s not exactly the most open person in the world. But something changed when you started becoming closer. You changed him, Y/N.”
“We all felt it,” Enzo added. “He started opening up more. Even talked about his mum and he never talks about his mum. I suspect you had something to do with that.” You felt the tears well up again. “My point is, it would be silly to let one little fight ruin a friendship. We’re definitely not letting it ruin ours. 
Mattheo draped a shoulder over you. “You’re one of us now, Y/N. There’s no getting rid of us.” 
Your heart felt like it might burst as you pulled the two boys into a group hug. Enzo chuckled as you practically crushed him and Mattheo ruffled your hair, messing up the neat braid you had arranged it in. 
“If either one of you tell anyone about this, I’ll slip a whiz-bang underneath your pillows.”
"There's the Y/N we know and love," Mattheo said with a grin. "Now come on, you're coming to dinner with us."
"We're not taking no for an answer either," Enzo stated when he saw the hesitation on your face.
You chuckled. "It's Wednesday," you recalled, training your suspicion towards Mattheo. "You just want me to come to dinner so I can stop Malfoy from taking the last red velvet cupcake, don't you?"
Mattheo huffed in indignation. "Can't I be a good friend and secure my sweets at the same time?"
"You're officially demoted to acquaintance, Riddle."
He gasped dramatically. "You take that back, Y/N!"
The knot in your stomach eased as the three of you made your way over to the Great Hall. The reconciliation didn't fully rid you of the guilt and anxiety, but at least it was a start.
"Well, well, well," Draco drawled as he raised a pale brow at you. "Look who decided to join us."
Blaise rolled his eyes. "Don't mind him. He's just upset you haven't been around to help touch up his roots."
"I'll have you know I'm a natural blonde, Zabini!"
"Merlin, all that bleach has truly seeped into your head," you quipped back.
The boys smiled as you took your seat. You appreciated how easy it was to slip back into things. They seemed to know that silly banter and arguments over cupcakes were exactly what you needed. You knew that they had to be at least a little bit curious about your situation with Theo, but they didn't pry. You would tell them when you were ready.
For now, it was just nice to sit and eat dinner with your friends.
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After reconciling with Draco and Blaise in the Great Hall over dinner, you were at least comforted by the fact that none of the Slytherins hated you. With the exception of Theo and probably Pansy as well. Out of the entire group, she was probably the one that you were scared to face the most. You had made an entire deal out of threatening her not to hurt Luna and then turned around and did the same exact thing to one of her closest friends instead. 
She had to be beyond angry. You put off speaking with her until the last possible second. As you walked back to your dorm that Friday night, you were nearly shaking with anticipation. You knew that Pansy would be studying with Luna before heading off on their weekly date night. 
You winced as you opened the door. As expected, Luna and Pansy were sprawled out on the rug, surrounded by parchment and ink. 
“Hi, Y/N,” greeted Luna. 
“Hi, Loons,” you said, fidgeting by the door. You had never felt more uncomfortable than when Pansy turned over to look at you. “Hi…Pansy.” 
“Y/N,” she said simply. Her glossy bob curved perfectly underneath her cheekbone as she turned towards you. “We’re finishing up here so you’ll have the room to yourself.” 
You swallowed thickly. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you. If you don’t mind.” 
Luna closed her book. “Would you like a moment alone, Y/N?” 
“No,” you said a bit quickly. “Stay, Loons. I could use the emotional support.” 
Your friend smiled and shot a pleading look at her girlfriend. Pansy conceded with a nod. “Are you going to finally tell me what the hell’s going on between you and Theo?” 
You sighed, sitting cross legged on the rug between them. “We had a fight.” 
“I gathered as much. Theo said something stupid, didn’t he? He always does when he gets scared of his own emotions.”
“We both said really stupid things to each other. I…think I took it too far though. I hit him where it hurts. Used his own words against him. I really hurt him, Pansy.” You averted your gaze, picking at the rug beneath you. “That’s why I’ve been skipping meals and avoiding everyone. Especially you. I know how much you care about the boys, and I really fucked it up with Theo. I understand if you’re mad at me, but I just want you to know that I really regret it.” 
The Slytherin girl appraised you for a moment. You had never been one to shy away from scrutiny, but you felt incredibly small as Pansy looked you over. You deserved whatever condemnation and vitriol she wanted to throw your way. You braced yourself for the worst as you met her gaze, but all you found was hurt in Pansy's expression.
“I’m not mad at you because you got into a fight with Theo,” Pansy said. “That’s his and your business to sort out. I’m mad because you just pulled away from all of us without saying anything. You assumed we’d drop you, so you did it first."
“And it was really stupid of me, but I know how loyal you are to each other and I hurt one of you. I didn’t know how to face everyone.” 
“You’re one of us too, Y/N,” Pansy declared. You felt your eyes brimming with tears as Luna squeezed your hand. “Not because you’re my girlfriend’s best friend, but because you’ve become my friend too. It hurt that you pushed us all away.” 
“I’m so sorry, Pans.” 
She sighed and awkwardly patted your back. Clearly displays of emotion were a completely foreign concept to the two of you. Luckily, Luna more than made up for the uncertainty. She nudged Pansy gently.
“It’s alright, Y/N. I get it, truly. If there’s anything Slytherins understand, it’s the sin of pride. We’re all quite good at hiding behind our cozy little walls of self preservation, as Lu likes to say. That’s exactly what Theo’s doing now.” 
“How is he?” you asked hoarsely. 
Not being able to see or speak to Theo this week had been hell. It felt like a part of you was missing. Like you were trying to function without a vital organ. As terrified as you were to admit it, Theo had become as essential as breathing.
Somewhere between your late night talks at the Black Lake, your childish arguments about pumpkin flavored creamers in the Great Hall, and sneaking him into Ravenclaw Tower to watch the stars in the common room, Theo's presence had become so ingrained in your life that its sudden absence felt like losing a limb. You didn't just miss him. You felt entirely lost without him.
“I won’t sugarcoat it. Theo’s not well. He’s moody and cranky and snaps at the smallest things.” You winced. “It’s not entirely your fault. I pushed him to tell you. Hell, we all did. I think we might’ve overwhelmed him.” 
“Tell me what?” 
Pansy smiled sadly. “I think you know.” 
“I don’t.” 
She sighed. “You two are so alike. Ignoring things that are right in front of you. Stubborn as hell, too. It’s bloody frustrating.” 
“Sounds like someone I know,” Luna added softly.
Pansy chuckled. “Point taken, Lu.” The two of them smiled softly at each other, which made you grin a little. They were so obviously smitten and you were happy for both of your friends. 
It made your heart ache all over again. You never knew how much you wanted that. That closeness, that intimacy. And all it took was a stupid, idiotic fight to realize that you already had it all along.
“When we came back from Hogsmeade, I took Theo aside and asked him about the two of you. Anyone with an ounce of common sense could tell that he's head over heels for you, but he was being an absolute wanker and stalling so I thought I’d give him a push.” Pansy crossed her legs, looking troubled. “I told him that he couldn’t keep ignoring his feelings, which is classic Theodore behavior. After some convincing, he said that he would tell you the following night.”
“The night of the slug club dinner.” 
Pansy nodded. “Theo left the common room with a bouquet of wisterias. The boys gave him so much shit for it, but he walked out with a smile.” 
A bouquet of wisterias. Like the one you’d seen in the bin outside of Ravenclaw Tower. You had plucked a flower from it and pressed it into one of your journals. 
“I didn’t see him that night.” 
“I think he might’ve gotten scared and abandoned the plan altogether,” Pansy confirmed. “I figured this week was just Theo’s way of coping. He has a bad habit of running away from things when they get too real.” 
“We have that in common.” 
“Trust me, we noticed.” 
Luna nudged Pansy with her elbow. You covered your face with your hands and sighed in frustration. “What do I do now, Pans? How do I fix this?”
“I promised not to meddle,” Pansy started. You nodded, knowing that there were boundaries that you couldn’t ask her to cross. “But if I happen to accidentally leave the passcode to the Slytherin dorms as well as the proper spells to get past Theo’s door laying around, then I can’t be blamed if someone comes across it. After all, it’s not like I’d purposely do anything to reconcile two blubbering idiots who are so obviously miserable without each other."
She scribbled furiously on a piece of parchment and slid the page over to you. Her gaze softened. “Look, Y/N. I’ve been friends with Theo for a long, long time. He has a hard time letting people in and you did it so easily that I think it terrified him. As hard as it may be, you’re going to have to tell him how you feel. You can’t dance around it anymore. He deserves more than that. You deserve more than that.”
You nodded, taking her words to heart. “Thank you, Pansy. To truly show my appreciation, I won’t make you hug me.” 
Her mouth quirked. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”
Luna beamed. She pulled you in for a hug and squeezed extra tight. “Good luck, Y/N. Remember what I said. Lead with your heart, not with your head.”
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Lead with your heart, not with your head.
Your best friend’s words echoed over and over in your head as you paced across Theo’s dorm. Thanks to Pansy’s thorough instructions, you managed to sneak through the dungeons and into his room without any problems. Sneaking in had been a piece of cake, but forcing yourself to stay was another story. 
Logically, you knew that only fifteen minutes had passed since your crime of breaking and entering, but it felt like an eternity. Your palms were sweaty, your head was spinning, and your stomach was twisted into knots. You were bloody nervous. 
What if Theo didn’t want to see you? What if he turned you away? Oh gods, what if he came in here with another girl—
You shook your head so violently that you were surprised that you hadn’t given yourself whiplash. For Godric’s fucking sake. You truly needed to get it together.
The door swung open and Theo threw his quidditch bag on the floor whilst kicking off his shoes. He nearly tossed his Nimbus right at your head, but you dodged it with a yelp at the last possible second. 
Theo whirled around, his eyes widening in surprise. “Merlin's fucking beard, you scared the bloody hell out of me!” He propped his broom up against the wall and crossed his arms. “What are you doing here, Y/N?” 
In the dim dungeon lighting, you could see the heavy bags underneath those watercolor eyes. Theo looked like he hadn’t slept in days and a part of you felt guilty for contributing to his distress. Despite practicing outside for hours, he looked paler than usual like the color had seeped out of his skin. You didn't imagine that you looked any better.
Seeing Theo again was harder than you thought it would be. It was like receiving the kiss of life and having the breath knocked out of your lungs all at once. Every fiber in your being, every nerve ending, every cell and neuron came alive at the sight of him. Theo was the sun and you were just a wandering star resisting his gravitational pull.
You fidgeted with your fingers. “Pansy let me in.” 
“Clearly my protection charms are ineffective against meddling witches,” Theo declared loudly, probably half expecting Pansy to be eavesdropping on the conversation. 
“Don’t be mad at Pansy. She was just trying to help me because she knew how badly I needed to talk to you.”
He sighed and closed the door behind him. Theo stayed put by the doorway as though he was afraid to take another step closer. You couldn’t blame him. “I heard you loud and clear during our last conversation.”
“That’s the thing. I’ve gone over that conversation over and over again in my head and I can’t even figure out what we were really even fighting about. I said some truly awful things and I’m—“ you paused, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry for that, Theo.” 
You wrung your hands together and averted his gaze. “If you couldn’t tell by now, I’m sort of shit at this whole vulnerability thing.”
“No fucking shit.”
A part of you knew you deserved that, but it didn’t hurt any less. You took a shaky breath, intent on focusing solely on the rug beneath your feet to keep yourself from crying. 
Theo came closer, his lanky frame coming into view. The smell of sweat and sea salt and cigarette smoke was so overwhelming that it made you feel a bit homesick. “Sorry, force of habit." He sat down next to you, nudging you with his shoulder. You swallowed thickly, wondering how in the hell that tiny bit of contact instantly soothed your nerves. "To be fair, I wasn’t entirely innocent in that exchange either. I said some horrible things too and it's eaten away at me all week. I'm sorry, Y/N. I was a complete arsehole to you."
“Yeah, I guess we’re both pretty big arseholes.”
His throaty chuckle sounded like music to your ears. “Is that it? You broke into my dorm just to call me an arsehole?”
You shook your head and forced yourself to look up at him. The fact that he was this close yet you weren't able to touch him made you physically ill. “No. During our fight, you said that I had no idea how you felt and you’re right. I don’t. I think I was just so hurt when you said that you weren’t my friend that I flew off the handle and didn’t even give any consideration to how you felt.” 
Theo clenched his jaw. “I don’t blame you. I was being an absolute prick when I said that.” His voice grew softer as he came closer. “What I really meant was that I didn’t want to be just friends. I was going to tell you.”
The pieces started coming together. He had been outside Ravenclaw Tower when Harry had dropped you off. “The night of the slug club dinner. Pansy said you were coming to talk to me and that you left the common room with flowers in your hand.”
He frowned. “I’m going to need to have a serious talk with Pansy about the importance of confidentiality. But yes, I had a whole speech prepared for you. I was going to pour my little heart out to you that night.”
“So why didn’t you?”
Theo clenched his fists and avoided your gaze. “I saw you kissing Potter.”
“You were jealous.”
It was more of a statement than a question. The entire thing clicked into place for you then. The discarded bouquet. The strange behavior afterwards. Theo had seen you kiss Harry on the cheek and mistook it for something else entirely. 
“I wanted to rip him to shreds.” Theo shifted beside you and sighed deeply. "I was so angry. At him, at you, but most of all, at myself. I saw you two together and I realized that Harry is the type of man you deserve. A good man. One who isn't haunted by dark magic and bad blood."
"What are you talking about, Theo?"
"I've been so selfish these past few months. I let myself think that I could...that I could be someone who deserves to be by your side. Someone who makes you smile and snort and roll your eyes at all my stupid jokes. Instead, all I've brought you is grief. You almost turned down the Slughorn dinner because of me. You came close to fighting Romilda because you were defending me and my friends. People whisper and stare when we walk down the halls together. I never cared when it was directed towards me, but I can't do that to you. I won't drag you down."
Tears filled your eyes. "I don't regret any of the things that have happened these past few months. People will always talk, Theo. That's their own problem. But the fact that you think you're dragging me down breaks my heart." Theo took a shaky breath when you took his face in your hands. "Do you not see how good you are? You're caring and kind and resilient. You're annoyingly charming and you infuriate me like no other, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their lives. You're the best person I know, Theodore Nott, and I'll not have you argue otherwise."
He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. "I wouldn't dream of it, amorina. You always win every argument we have anyways."
You chuckled, releasing a breath that you hadn't realized you've been holding since the moment Theo walked away from you in that potions classroom. He gently grasped your wrist, rubbing soothing circles against your skin. "What about Potter?"
"What about him?"
"That kiss," Theo whispered. "You don't know how much it killed me to see someone else kiss you."
"You know he's with Ginny right?" you said, watching as relief visibly washed over him. "Even if he wasn't, Harry is not my type."
"Oh yeah? What's your type then, diavolina?"
The nickname that you used to hate so much suddenly felt like a comforting hug. It was your thing. An inside joke that was only between the two of you.
"Snarky little Slytherins who vex me to death by thinking that I have a crush on Potter when I'm so obviously only into him," Theo chuckled softly. “If you had stayed, you would have seen that it was just an innocent kiss on the cheek. I was thanking Harry for walking me back to my dorm and for saving me from myself during the dinner.”
The expression of concern on his face softened everything in you. “It didn’t go well with Slughorn?”
“No, it went brilliantly. I listened to him commend our stellar performance in his class and I couldn’t fucking stomach any of it. Not when the one person that deserved it wasn’t even there,” your voice cracked as you recalled the anger you felt that night. “All because of something that isn’t your fault. I lost it. I gave Slughorn a piece of my mind and stormed out. I would’ve done a lot worse if Harry hadn’t stopped me, but it made me sick…all of it made me sick. And I wished more than anything that you were beside me making inappropriate jokes that would’ve had me rolling my eyes in annoyance.”
Theo tilted your chin up, giving you a full view of the spreading grin on his face. “You missed me.” 
You nodded, feeling your breath catch in your throat. “I did,” you confirmed. “I do.” 
To your surprise, Theo wrapped you in his arms. As he hugged you, every ounce of dread and anxiety dissolved while he held you so tightly that you could hardly breathe. 
“I’ve missed you too,” he whispered into your hair. “I have missed you every moment we were apart.” 
Whatever armor you may have had around your heart came crashing down at that moment. Theo had taken a sledgehammer to your defenses and obliterated them entirely. 
“I’m sorry, Theo,” you cried, clutching at his chest. “I’m sorry for all the horrible things I said. I didn’t mean it—I was just scared.” 
Theo rubbed your back and whispered in a soothing voice. “I know, love. I was scared too. I still am,” he admitted shakily. You blinked as he swiped your tears away with his thumb. “When we started this, I thought it would be easy. Sleeping with someone who hated me meant that there was no chance of me getting hurt. It was supposed to be simple, but you made it anything but."
The tenderness in his gaze pierced through your very soul. "You clawed your way into my heart with your surly attitude and violent threats, but you also showed me this vulnerable side of you that feeds baby thestrals and defends my friends and drinks disgusting pumpkin flavored beverages. Then you started becoming more than just someone I wanted to sleep with. You became my friend.” 
You sobbed, burying your face in his chest. “I’ll always be your friend, Theo. Always.”
“I know, Y/N. Aside from Pansy and the guys, you’re probably my best friend. Though if Mattheo asks, I'll deny it. You know how possessive he gets."
You chuckled through your tears. "You're my best friend, too. You're the only person I want to talk about my day with, no matter how eventful or boring. I care about your quidditch rants and your gelato obsession and your weird habit of cutting the crust off of every sandwich you eat."
"Hey, it's perfectly normal to have an aversion to crust, okay." You snorted, which made him grin from ear to ear. "Gods, I have missed that laugh. I have missed everything about you, my sullen, irritable, and borderline violent little Ravenclaw." You smiled as he caressed your cheek. "No one has ever stood up for me like you have. I’ve just gotten so used to being blamed for my father’s sins that I stopped fighting it. It’s easier to let them think that I’m the bad guy.”
You looked up and held his gaze, conveying everything that you wanted to say that you couldn't put into words. “But you’re not, Theo. You’ve never been the bad guy.”
He smiled softly. “I know and you know. That’s enough for me.”
“When did you get to be so mature, Theodore Nott?”
“Since the girl that I’m hopelessly and pathetically in love with told me to grow the fuck up.” Theo’s eyes shone with emotion as he looked at you.  “I tried not to fall for you. Gods, I tried so fucking hard, but I failed.” He dropped his forehead down to yours. “I have failed utterly and miserably, because I am in love with you and I’m tired of hiding it. You have my heart, Y/N. Break it. Crush it. Decimate it. Do what you must, but please know that it's yours. It will always be yours."
A pained laugh escaped from your lips. “I love you too, Theo. I have no defense left. No armor of logic or reason that you haven’t completely destroyed. Hai conquistato il mio cuore.”
You have conquered my heart. 
Theo placed your hand on his chest. “Do you feel that? I think my heart just stopped beating. The things you do to me, Y/N.” 
You smiled and pulled him in by the front of his jersey. “I think I know a way to make it start beating again.”
“Yeah?” Theo asked with a smirk. 
“Yeah.” 
He smiled as you impatiently tugged him down, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. Theo sighed against your mouth before picking you up bridal style, which made you yelp in surprise. You giggled as he gently placed you on the bed, his lips never once leaving yours. 
“Gods, I love you,” he murmured. “Not just your body, but your smile. Your laugh. Your cute little snort. The way your nose scrunches up when I annoy you. I love it. I love all of it. I missed you so fucking much. Staying away from you was hell.” 
“I missed you, too. All your snarky little comebacks and borderline vulgar one-liners and your eyes. Gods, you have no right having such pretty eyes.” 
Theo smirked. “Oh my god, Y/N. You totally have a crush on me.” He dug his fingers into your sides as you laughed and wriggled underneath him. Theo continued his assault, bypassing the top layer of your robe for better access. His gaze softened as he hovered over you. “Are you wearing my jumper?” 
You tugged at the hem and smiled sheepishly. “I may or may not have slept in it all week. You’re not getting it back, so don’t even ask.” 
“It’s alright. At least now you’re finally representing the best uni.” 
His words gave you pause. “Wait,” you said, looking down at the faded jumper. “Theodore, are you telling me that all this time I’ve been wearing a Cambridge jumper? The Cambridge jumper that you begged your mum to buy for you during your first visit?” 
“The very same one.” 
“But you love this thing. You said you wore it until it was down to its last thread.” 
“Yeah, but I love you more,” he beamed as he kissed your cheek. “I knew I was a goner the night I gave it to you. I spent the entire summer thinking about you. I thought I was going insane. It was worse than nicotine withdrawals. Then I had you again and I thought that would take care of the craving, but I got greedy. I just wanted more and more of you.” 
“Oh my god, Theo. You totally have a crush on me.” 
“I fancy the pants out of you, Y/N.”
“Good, cause you’re about to get me out of them in a minute.” 
“You,” Theo said, punctuating the word with a kiss. “Are,” Another kiss. “Perfect.” You giggled as he smacked his lips against yours. “Sono pazzo di te, amore mio.” 
You smiled. “I’m crazy about you too, Teddy.” 
“Teddy?” 
“D’ya like it?” 
Theo kissed you again, this time savoring every second as he pressed his body against yours. “I love it and I love you.” 
“I love you too, Teddy.”
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birdniight · 4 months
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𝓢𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 ୨ ໋ ˳ ⊹ eng. . . !
superman, wonder woman and batman x f!reader
WARNINGS: smut drabble, gang bang, some sexual degradation, masturbation, oral sex, p in v. Diana!bisexual.
COPYRIGHT: No copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.
LANGUAGE: English is not my first language and I am still studying to master it. It makes me insecure to write by myself in another language, so I used the translator. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. The original version is here.
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There was always something strange and unlikely about these three from the moment you met them.
They were all hiding secrets. According to you, hiding secrets was one of the most common parts of human nature. You were not interested in knowing what they were all hiding, but your curious mind was obsessed with knowing what the holy trinity of the Justice League was hiding beneath their sleek and sophisticated veneer of heroes; what no one would dare doubt or question.
The price of your curiosity was more costly than you could have ever imagined, a debt that would have to be repaid. Now you were part of this madness, and no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't escape.
The good news was that you didn't want to.
You knew that the moment you felt the three of them completely, you were content to belong.
It was just hard to think of anything else when you found yourself tied to a chair, completely naked and unable to move while three pairs of blue eyes analyzed you.
The beautiful princess of Themyscira had no shame in digging into your sweet crotch. Her fingers slid across your sodden vaginal lips with a sound so vulgarly obscene that it caused you to inadvertently stir in your chair.
You looked intently at the two male figures as you tried to get as close to Diana as your body would allow so you could kiss her and feel her fingers go deeper inside you.
But before you could reach her lips, you were brutally pushed away by the man of steel, who had the clear intention of tasting your mouth first. Not that you were complaining; Clark's tongue was heavenly. It had a strange but hot connection to your lips, so it made you a mess right away. Who would have thought that Superman's ultimate power would be to soak his victims so easily?
Still, you didn't deserve them to be nice to you. On the contrary, you should be punished for insubordination. What you did was unforgivable.
In your defense, you didn't know that you were exclusive to the trio and couldn't sleep with other people. The rules weren't very clear when you met them, or when they started their no-strings-attached sex adventures.
Of course, you were not exclusive to anyone, and you planned to make that clear in the future. Right now, you were too busy cumming on Diana's fingers drilling your pussy that you didn't have enough time to think about anything else.
The adoration the Bat had for the way your pussy enveloped him so warmly brought out the most dominant and morbid part of his inner self. The sight of his cock moving in and out of your little hole at the same time your mouth was happily eating Clark's erection and your fingers were eating Diana's clit was enough to bring you to the verge of orgasm.
You gagged as the tip brushed against your uvula. You couldn't even concentrate enough because of how hard he was penetrating you. The pleasure was embracing.
— Look at our little slut. She can't even concentrate on sucking a good cock while she's being fucked. - Wayne commented. He kept going right into her sweet spot; faster and faster, more and more precise.
— She was too bad. Should we give her a prize though? She always takes us so well. - Kent continues, asking. You're beginning to control the rhythm of your mouth, although it's still a little difficult in some ways.
— Oh, Hera! - moans the princess of Themyscira. - That feels so good. - Her fingers can't resist trying to help themselves so she can come on your hand.
This is definitely the best part of the day, the one you enjoyed the most. And of course that was the guilty pleasure that came with keeping a secret. The secret the four of you shared.
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hopleii · 3 months
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since you admitted it,
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content: tsukishima x fem!reader angst, breakup, cheating, fighting, trashy writing, not proofread, kinda ooc, swearing lmk if i missed some!
a/n: inspired by Babe - Taylor Swift!! I keep forgetting i have responsibilities on this account lolzies, anyways, I think this is my first time writing angst? also, i'm working on some requests rn so sorry for the delayyy :(
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you and tsukishima have been arguing for what seemed like hours now. yelling at each other back and forth, throat hurting from all the screams and explaining.
"for God's sake, I didn't do shit with her! how many times do I have to say that!?" tsukishima screams. there's this girl that's been making you uncomfortable, she was beautiful. her face so pretty almost as if it was carefully crafted by god himself, her voice so sweet and smooth like honey. you felt insecure.
tsukishima had been getting close with her, which wasn't a problem at first. so what if he was friends with her, right? wrong. eventually, tsukishima had been getting way too close, cancelling plans "because she needs help studying" or "she's not feeling well, I need to be there for her"
you were getting sick. though, you held your tongue. you stayed silent and let it slide, maybe they're just good friends, that's all. is what you kept repeating to yourself.
"why are you so mad that I'm hanging out with her, geez! you have guy friends and you hangout with them all the time, why are you suddenly mad at me and her just because you're insecure? you're always like this when we hangout!" he screams again. this was the first time you ever brought it up, what could he possibly mean by 'always'?
"stop dragging useless shit into this, tsukishima! you're not stupid so stop acting like it! you know that those gestures are more than friendly!" you scream back, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I have NEVER brought this up until now, why are you so defensive, kei?! why are you hiding things from me?"
"I'm not fucking hiding anything, okay!? what do you want me to do? she's my friend! I can't just stop talking to her even if I wanted to!"
bullshit.
"really? you can't?" you say through choked sobs "are you fucking kidding me, kei? you can't? you can't stop holding her waist? you can't stop cancelling plans just to go to her house? you can't stop kissing her when you think i'm not looking? are you kidding me?"
you were shaking with anger, you couldn't find the right words at that moment, you wanted to scream and cry and shout at him but you just couldn't.
"what the hell are you talking about? I can never do anything like that, especially not with her--"
"well now you can because we're over! I can't do this anymore, kei!"
silence fills the room for a few minutes, you clench your fists so hard you were shaking. but what really bothered you the most was the slightly relieved expression on tsukishima's face.
only punctuated by your ragged breaths and the remnants of your tears staining your cheeks. tsukishima's eyes widened, the relief he initially wore began to fade into a mix of shock and regret.
tsukishima's voice, no longer fueled by anger, now shaken with uncertainty. "wait, just, let's not make reckless decisions here. I didn't mean for it to come to this!"
your heart ached as you gazed into his eyes. at that moment, you questioned if you had done the right thing. but you knew that the doubt, insecurity, and pain that had been bottling up in you had pushed you.
trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt, you finally had the strength to confront him. "Kei, you need to tell me the truth. did you do more than just kiss her?" the words hung heavily in the air, and a knot formed in the pit of your stomach.
tsukishima's shoulders slumped even further, and he let out a long, heavy sigh. with a voice that was almost a whisper, he admitted, "yes, I did, but--"
you let out a quivering gasp, covering your mouth with your hands. utterly disgusted with what he just admitted. betrayal surged through your veins, overshadowing the pain that had been lingering. the air became suffocating, and you struggled to comprehend the reality of his admission.
"i'm leaving," your voice shaking as you fought tears that threatened to overflow again "i should've known..."
tsukishima's gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet your eyes. "i... i didn't want to hurt you. i was going to tell you eventually...i just couldn't find the right time i--"
a bitter laugh escaped your lips, "you thought hiding the truth would spare my feelings? how could you?"
tsukishima started to get angry again, his ego and pride unable to handle the truth in your words. "fucking hell," he mumbles "i messed up, okay? i never meant for it to get this far. it just...happened."
your anger flared again, and you took a step back, distancing yourself from him. "no, tsukishima, it didn't just happen. you made choices, and you chose to betray me!"
as you turned to leave, his voice trailed after you, desperate and regretful. "i'm sorry, i really am."
but the apology fell on deaf ears. the door closed behind you, leaving tsukishima alone in the haunting silence of the room.
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savannahsdeath · 7 months
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Hey girl I'm obsessed with your writing!! I have a lil request. Could you do reader x dom abby. Abby is the readers brothers best friend you can do whatever you like with the story just make sure there's lots of smut 😻
BBF!ABBY ANDERSON X READER
mdni please<3
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warnings: 18+!! dom!abby, sub!reader, smut, abby is taunting reader and sliiiightly being mean
writers note: first abby fic on my blog guysss !! also i love the 'just make sure theres lots of smut' like yall are sooo desperate but SO AM I🗣️🗣️
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abby, as your brother's best friend, acted a lot like him. and we all know how brothers act - they tease, taunt, mock and laugh at their little sisters. she wasn't so cruel with it, more playful, but it still annoyed you. maybe, in person, she wasn't that bad? you never had a chance to talk to her privately, until that one night.
you were getting ready for a small house party your classmate invited you for. you dressed in the shortest skirt and the tightest top you found. you planned to go there late, when everyone's already drunk out of their minds - it's funny to see them like that. maybe something like midnight, or even later.
when everyone already fell asleep you sat at the kitchen table, having a typical night's snack. you were eating slowly and peacefully until abby came in, taking a glass of water and slowly sipping from it while leaning against the counter. she studied your little outfit and smirked.
"well, well, well..." abby spoke to you, still inspecting your attire." someone's all dressed up."
you sat in silence, feeling yourself heat up under her gaze.
"what's the occasion?" she continued to maintain her wry grin. "some special man got you all dressed up?"
"well... i did have... something planned tonight." you spoke, your voice trembled a little as you tried to remain confident. "i was headed to a gathering of friends."
abby raised a single eyebrow, her smile grew wider as she let out a little chuckle. "you sure are heading out a little late, aren't you?"
"i don't see what business it is of yours anyway." you answered with some hesitation, not sure what other reason you could give her.
abby chuckled. "someone's a little defensive." she took one finger and lightly tapped your chin, making you look straight in her eyes. "i bet you're planning to meet some special boy."
you could feel your face flare up from the heat, and you decided against agreeing to everything. "maybe, and so what?"
the truth is, you didn't even think about... ugh, boys. you just thought she'll leave you alone once you satisfy her with your reply.
"no, you're not." she laughed. "i mean, maybe you planned to, but you're not going anywhere."
you scoffed. "it's not your house, you're just my brother's guest. you won't lock me up or anything."
"that's right, i won't." she said with mock-concern. "but you won't go there, unless you want your family to know..."
your heart dropped but you let out a nervous chuckle, hoping it'll cover you.
"you wouldn't. don't lie, i know you wouldn't." you shook your head, the fear unluckily evident in your voice.
abby's smirk faded to a more serious expression, her voice becoming colder as she leaned in closer.
"i'm sure they'd want to know what their precious little daughter is up to." she spoke to you, her tone dripping with menace and a promise of a punishment. "but if you're smart, you'll just stay right here. won't you?"
you couldn't bear the thought of your parents knowing, there was no way you would tell them what you were planning.
"fine, i'll stay. happy?" you tried to sound tough, but the hint of a whisper in your voice showed you were not so confident about agreeing to abby's terms.
she smiled once more as finished her drink and turned around to set the empty glass down. "good girl."
you sat there, in the kitchen, letting out a long breath that you didn't even know you had been holding.
then, abby turned back to you with her trademark teasing grin.
"now, what are we going to do at this wee hours? it would be a shame to waste your lovely outfit..." abby admitted with a smirk and a light shrug.
she then began to walk towards you, her face filled with playful mischief as she reached out and cupped your cheek. she raised your face up, a little closer to hers, as her thumb stroked your bottom lip. without standing up, you leaned in, your lips barely brushing against abby's as you tried to resist the urge to do more. she took the initiative, leaning down to press her lips against yours in the most passionate and firm way possible.
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you ended up with your legs spread wide open, sitting on the edge of the chair. if anyone woke up now, they'd see abby kneeling in front of you with her head buried deep into your core.
"you gotta stay quiet, m'kay?" she murmured, hearing your breath beginning to get more and more shaky by every second.
she was right. no one came to check on you before, when you were just talking - it wasn't suspicious. however, the case would be different if it wasn't words escaping your mouth. you didn't miss the party so your parents don't find out about you sneaking around, just for them to see what you're doing now. in fact, they'd probably prefer you to just drink with your friends, than let your brother's friend's big hands hold your legs while she leaves dark marks on your inner thighs.
your breath became short, and the shaking had only gotten worse as you tried your best to hold back your louder, more audible reactions from the pleasure. your legs started to feel numb from both her grip and being forced to not move. as abby injected two of her fingers knuckles-deep into you, they uncontrollably closed.
"ohh, no, no." she laughed. "open up for me."
with her help, you managed to part your thighs to their previous position.
your walls clenched, adjusting to her length. you tugged on her braid, your nails digging into the gaps between each binding, ruining her hairstyle and making it messy.
"c'mon..." she twisted her fingers and started to work her magic. "it's bearable. you're kinda... overdramatic." she raised her eyebrow and chuckled.
you started thinking about some witty comeback, but you couldn't risk opening your mouth. not when you knew how many stashed moans hide in the back of your throat.
her thumb circled your clit, adding to the sensations. it wasn't necessary and you swore she just makes things harder for you purposely.
you shook your head, silently communicating to the voices inside your head you won't give in. but you did, moaning out a little 'abby...'
"sh, sh, shhh." she clicked her tongue in a mockingly disappointed gesture. "i don't know about your parents, but if i heard something like that in the middle of the night, i'd know what's happening right away. we don't want that, do we?"
the bratty side of you scoffed before you could think about obeying her. that made her laugh even more. you felt a pang of jealousy at the fact she doesn't have to purse her lips, knowing only not-suspicious sounds leave her mouth. unfair.
"i'm sorry, what was that?" she smirked, her moves painfully slowing down. "i'm just trying to help you here. you either behave or..."
you cut her off, not wanting to hear any of her threats and taunting again. "sorry, m'sorry."
she nodded, going back to her task.
you struggled, really struggled, to stay quiet. at first it wasn't even that hard, but who would last with abby for longer than fifteen minutes? let's just say... not you.
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wileys-russo · 7 months
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Thinking about golden retriever girlfriend lessi and how she would forever attack your neck from behind when you’re trying to study because she’s bored and needy and can’t sit still
book worm II a.russo
you exhaled heavily as your fingers mashed furiously against your keyboard, eyes trained with laser focus to the laptop screen in front of you, though struggling to stay open as your unfinished thesis glared back mockingly at you.
"baby, are you nearly done?" your gaze flickered upwards to the blonde looking down at you, toned arms folded over her chest and a slight pout on her lips as she stood in front of you with a frown, the sleeves of her training top rolled up having had to train in a harsh summer heat.
you forced your eyes away, knowing if you focused too much on her exposed muscles she would catch on and you'd shortly pay for it.
"no less i'm not, i told you this already...when you asked me five minutes ago." you couldn't help but roll your eyes at your girlfriends impatience, not having gotten more than ten minutes of uninterrupted silence since she'd returned from afternoon training, blowing off her team mates plans and making a beeline straight for your room.
you'd tried your best to convince the taller girl to return to her own dorm for even a few hours so you could concentrate, but with a false promise that she would use the time to work on her own papers, and a very convincing argument that you'd hardly know she was here, here she was....doing the complete opposite.
you loved her very very dearly, but she had the attention span of a fly and sometimes you felt more like her babysitter than her girlfriend, forever dragged away from whatever you were doing with requests that she needed you to entertain her.
which most of the time simply meant making out for hours on end, which was probably the only activity she could do for so long without growing restless and needing to move onto something else, her hands always occupied and roaming every inch of your skin she could pinch or bite at.
"but i'm bored!" the striker whined, collapsing backwards onto your bed with a dramatic groan. "then go hang out with your friends! i told you i needed to study, i have until the end of the week to finish this thesis." you sighed, not missing how the blonde perked up at your words, quick to sit up and give you a grin.
"alessia, no." you warned firmly, unsure what she would do next but knowing the cheeky twinkle in her eyes well enough to know it would not be to leave you alone in peace to do your work.
"so really then since you have another....four days. you don't have to do your work right now?" your girlfriend smiled teasingly, standing up from the bed and slowly making her way over to where you sat at your desk.
"no, that is not what i meant!" you huffed defensively, attempting to shake her off as her arms wrapped around you from behind. "but...it's true, no?" her hand darted around to shut the screen of your laptop as your head thumped down onto the desk with a long sigh.
"lessi-" you started, ready to practically beg for her to just leave you alone for an hour so your stress could ease. "mm?" the striker hummed, her lips pressing feather light kisses to your neck as your eyes fluttered close.
though as you felt her quickly bite at her favorite spot of your tanned skin, running her tongue over the red mark before placing a gentle kiss over the fast forming hickey, hands wandering a little lower, your brain began to go foggy.
"no! less you always do this." you snapped out of it, pushing your chair back slightly as the blonde stumbled away.
"do what exactly?" alessia accused with a frown as you spun around in your chair to face her properly. "kiss my neck and get all handsy when i'm trying to study and you want attention, it's not fair because you know i have a sensative neck." you glared at her as an amused smirk tugged at her lips.
"you're insufferable russo!" you groaned, spinning back around and thumping your head down against the desk again with a deep sigh.
"excuse me moody, your loving adoring girlfriend is trying to kiss you here if you don't mind?" alessia sung out in your ear, body pressed against your back and poking and prodding at your sides as you shoved her away and stood up quickly from your chair.
"and where are you going?" alessia crossed her arms and puffed out her chest, standing toe to toe with you as you stared her down.
"to the library, where i can study in peace!" "may i ask you a question before you leave?" "fine." "do you just not love me?"
"oh not this again!" you groaned loudly, throwing your head back. "because if you loved me, you wouldn't leave me right now when i'm simply bored and wanting to spend time with my girlfriend. just trying to be a good partner and make her feel good, just simply doing my best to love her as she deserves!" alessia threw her hands up with an overdramatic sigh, and you struggled not to break out into a smile at her antics.
"has anyone ever told you that you're a child?" "just this super attractive but really mean girl i'm seeing." "you should listen to her, she sounds smart." "she tries, really she's just a massive teachers pet with a big mouth."
the blonde grinned at the obvious offence on your face, quick to grab you by the hips and tackle you down onto your bed, crawling on top of you.
"now shut up and kiss me, book worm."
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chlorinecake · 6 months
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 ⋆。˚ ✈︎ love at first flight | N.RK
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ft riki x fem!reader, nwjns hanni, enha jake | genre fluff, airport crush, strangers to lovers | cw language, flirting, kissing, dirty jokes, petty "arguments," possibly geographically incorrect | pt. 1, 2, and 3 here | wc 4894
synopsis. 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳…🗼
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It was around 11:00pm as you struggled to find your passport.
"I could've sworn it was on my desk yesterday," you thought to yourself, searching through your messy bedroom.
After your morning cafe date with Riki, he dropped you off at your apartment so you could get started with packing as soon as possible, given that your flight was booked for take off the next day.
You're still not sure why you said yes to Riki's impulsive offer, though, part of you wanted to believe that saying "no" would've been an even riskier call.
Riki, in all of his handsome glory, had been a menace to your soul. You just couldn't put a finger on what is was about him that kept luring you in almost magnetically.
Ding, dong.
Your breath hitched at the sound of someone knocking outside your apartment door. Grabbing the purple ink pen from your dresser, conveniently sitting next to your diary, you gripped it like a weapon as you approached the door cautiously.
Knock, knock, knock.
Unlocking the latch and twisting the handle, you slung the door open to reveal none other than Riki, standing calmly with grocery bags in each hand.
"Good night! And yes, that can be a greeting… What's the pen for?" He shrugged, walking past you and straight into your apartment as if owning the place.
You flashed him an annoyed look before closing the door behind him, suddenly feeling embarrassed while dressed in your pjs.
"It's for self defense, night stalker. And how'd you even know where I live?" You asked accusingly.
"I drove you here earlier after the cafe, remember?" He said while placing the grocery bags on your study desk to unload the items.
Damn, you thought to yourself, It must be wayyy past my bedtime...
"Anyways, I brought you this neck pillow-thingy for the plane," Riki smiled, walking up to you and fastening the pillow around your neck, "Pretty cool, right?"
"Uhhh, sure," you mumbled, standing awkwardly as he welcomed himself to explore your bedroom.
"So...," he began with a grin, "this is where you keep your pretty little panties, huh?" Running a finger over the surface of your dresser, he stopped once he met your oh-so familiar diary.
"Hmm. I remember this little guy. How many pages have you written about me so far? My guess is at least 3."
"Jokes on you, Riki. I don't reminisce about people I haven't even known for a week," you said with a sigh, plopping on your bed, too tired to retaliate physically.
He parts his lips as if wanting to say something, but nothing came out. He only walked over to your bed, taking a seat beside you.
"Look, ____. If you wanna back out of this trip, it's not too late. I understand that this is a pretty big thing I'm asking of you."
"No, Riki, I really do wanna go. It's just that I lost my passport somewhere in this stupid apartment and now I can't find it," you pouted before suddenly feeling his weight escape your side.
He paced around your room as if an internal GPS was guiding him in the right direction.
"What're you doing?" You giggled, watching as he picked up a random toilet paper tube to use as a searching tool.
"Shh, I think I see it!" He whispered, reaching for a navy blue and gold envelope from under one of your shoe boxes, "Voici!"
You gazed in shock, not only at his use of French, but also at how he actually managed to find it, let alone that quickly.
"Holy shit, Riki! You're a lifesaver!" You beamed, running to give him a bear hug.
"I bet you've been dying to do that since I came in," he teased, trying to conceal his own blushing.
You were losing track of how many times he flirted with you in the past five minutes, but you were just glad that he found your passport in time.
All there was left to do now after packing was explain to your best friend Hanni where you'd be for the next 2-3 days.
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The following morning came by quicker than you already expected it to.
Fortunately, y'all arrived at the airport just in time for boarding, going to your respectful seats on the aircraft according to your ticket numbers.
And finally, it was time for takeoff.
You and Riki hadn't even been on the plane for thirty minutes before you started bumping heads with each other.
“How come you get to sit by the window? You’re not even taking pictures,” You scolded him, crossing your arms in frustration.
“You see? That’s the problem with this generation. Always seeking technology to bring them happiness," He said, shaking his head.
“Riki, we’re literally depending on technology to carry us cross country. Welcome to our advanced society.”
“That’s not even a fair comparison, but go off.”
You scoffed, “Don’t ‘but go off’ me!”
“Or what?” He challenged, flashing you a smirk that made you internally curse him for being so effortlessly attractive.
“I said, or what?” He continued, putting an arm around the head of your seat and pulling your face towards his by your chin.
The way he peered into your eyes made you feel like kissing h—
OH GOD, NO! NOT AT ALL! NEVER, you thought to yourself.
He licked his lower lip, making you stutter as you answered, “O-or I’ll… I’ll tell your mom on you!”
He snorted at your empty threat, “Yeah, good luck with that. She doesn’t speak English for shit.”
“Well, whatever, I’ll just use google translate,” you snapped back.
“Oh, so you think fast?”
“Only when I-“
He interrupted your words with a kiss to your forehead, “Not fast enough, apparently,” he winked, sitting back in his seat.
Oh boy. This trip is already kicking off to an interesting start.
You sat frozen as if he’d just snatched your soul away, focusing on the moisture his lips left on your skin.
“And don’t even think about wiping that off,” he smirked, searching through his carrier bag before pulling out a pair of wired headphones.
You weren't gonna let him win that easily.
Exhaling your nerves, you thought of something catty to say back to him/
“Now look who’s a product of our e-generation, Mr. iPad Kid. Let me guess, is it time for Cocomelon?” You pouted facetiously, trying to conceal your nervousness from whatever the hell possessed him to kiss you.
“I’m just tired of hearing the air conditioner," he shrugged, "Sue me.”
Riki plugged the headphones into his phone port, opening the Spotify app (not sponsored lol) on his phone and selecting a random playlist. “Wanna listen?” He asked softly, meeting you with his dark brown eyes.
You took the left earbud from his hand, positioning it into your own ear as the sounds of lofi rhythms met your ears. After a few minutes, you drifted off to sleep, not even realizing that you were laying on his shoulder.
Riki eventually followed after you, leaning his head atop yours as he snored softly. Though, he’d likely never tell you that part of the story once you woke up.
A couple more hours in the plane passed, and you were officially landing at your final destination: Paris, France.
“I'm sorry, you’re WHERE? With WHO?!?!” Hanni yelled over the phone.
You didn’t mean to make it seem like you'd been keeping this big secret from her, but you simply never got around to telling her... that you were impulsivey traveling across country with a guy you met at the airport last week.
“Look, it’s only for a few days, I’ll be fine,” you replied, unpacking your luggage on the hotel room bed.
Riki was busy getting you an extra key card for the room, so you didn’t have to worry about him barging in on your conversation for a while.
“Tell me. Why did you think this was a good idea, ____. Honestly? Hell, did you even think before saying yes?”
“Of course I did, Hanni… but if you’re just gonna keep scolding me, I’d rather we talk about something else,” you whined, hating the way she started to make you feel.
"Ugh, I’m sorry, bestie! Please don’t misinterpret my concern for cruelty.”
“It’s okay, Hanni, I know you're just looking out for me... but, maybe this was a bad idea.”
“Omg, naur!! Forget I said anything! I want you to enjoy yourself in Paris! Just call me if you need anything, alright?…unless it’s love advice or—”
“Money, I know. Talk to you later, pigtails!”
“Later,” she giggled, ending the call with a ‘mwah’ from her end. You placed your phone down on the mattress, flinching at the sight of Riki walking out of the bathroom, tossing the extra key card on the bed.
“What the- I thought you were in the lobby?”
“Yeah, but I came back up not too long ago. Don’t worry, I didn’t eavesdrop… the entire time,” he teased, running a hand through his hair as he observed your luggage. “I hope you have a pretty outfit in there.”
“Mhm, and why’s that?”
“Because, we’re going out to dinner, silly,” he said, pulling out an ironing board from the closet to press his wrinkled pants.
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You didn't expect for Riki to wanna go out so soon after just arriving.
Either way, you tried on a few outfits before finally choosing the beret and plaid pink skirt-suit you usually wore during business meetings, which ironically fit the chic Parisian aesthetic.
“Bonjour, and welcome to Le Goût! Do you need help navigating the menu or are you familiar with French dishes?” The waitress asked in a friendly accent.
“We actually already spoke to one of your waiters. He’s putting in our order right now,” Riki replied, handing her one of the extra menus from your table.
“Very well, then. I’ll pop back around once you’re ready to order dessert. Call for Ines if you need anything else,” she smiled, walking away.
You swirled the ice cubes in your glass, just as your previous waiter came out with your food.
“Velvety Escargots Bourguignonne for the gentleman, and Chicken Fricassee for the lady,” he said, placing down your plates and walking away.
Riki stared at his plate with disgust in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” You asked, folding a napkin over your lap to catch any spills or crumbs as you ate.
“Uhmmm, I didn’t order snails…,” he cringed, poking at the shelled creatures on his plate with a fork.
“You literally looked at the menu and told the waiter that’s what you wanted. I thought you spoke French!”
“I do, but that doesn’t mean I can read it,” he replied.
“What did you think ‘escargot bourguignonne’ meant anyways?”
“Dunno, sounds like a pasta dish to me.”
“Well… do you wanna trade plates?” You offered, not wanting to come off as silly foreigners for misreading the menu.
“Pfft, of course not, I’m getting my money back! Ines! Excusez-moi, madame Ines?!”
You reached for Riki’s hand, trying to redirect his attention, “Riki, please, let’s just enjoy our food. Paris is a culinary landmark, I’m sure we’ll run into some better places after this,” you pleaded, swapping the plates on the table.
He let out a sigh, unrolling his napkin and placing it on his lap as well, “Fine. Bon appétit and what not.”
After finishing up in Le Goût, you and Riki took a walk from the restaurant, exploring the streets of France.
You weren’t too worried about getting lost, because Riki hired a personal chauffeur to guide you two through the city if needed..
He hadn’t realized how much farther ahead of you he was walking until you grabbed onto his hand.
“Oh, so we’re making it a public thing, I see?” He winked, pulling you closer to him.
“No, you just walk fast as hell and I can’t keep up with your legs,” you corrected, giving him a look.
“Mhm, whatever you say, ____.”
That’s when you two stumbled upon a group of people, waiting at the edge of a dock to be boarded on for a boat ride.
“Please don’t say you’re afraid of water,” Riki looked at you with hopeful eyes.
You weren’t too fond of potentially getting your cute outfit soiled, but with the way Riki peered into your eyes, it was hard to say no... again.
“Okay, let’s go,” you smiled, following behind him as he led you by the hand.
It didn’t take long for the officials to load you and Riki on the raft, as he opted for the cheaper version that gave him control to row the boat.
You watched as he paddled across the Seine River with childlike glee, observing the antique buildings surrounding the Eiffel Tower.
If it wasn’t for the cool breeze pulling you back to reality, you would’ve believed you were dreaming at how beautiful the scenery was.
How beautiful this moment with Riki was—
Ugh, never mind, it’s probably the snails affecting the chemicals in your brain.
“This is incredible,” Riki exclaimed, his arms rotating at a constant circle as he maneuvered the boat paddles, soaking up the Parisian sun.
“Like how incredible it is that despite your amateurish being, you can somehow pull everything off,” you smirked, nudging his knee with your shoe.
“Amateurish being? I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve that you haven’t even seen yet, ____. Trust, biologically, I was BUILT to pull everything off.”
“Right, so what happened with those snails earlier?”
“Gosh, are you seriously bringing that up right now?”
“Yes, I am seriously, deadass, on God, for real am bringing this up.”
He tried to hide the smile that dared to show on his face at the way you mocked his previous use of slang.
“Don’t get shy now, Riki. I can see you blushing.”
He quirked an eyebrow at you, clicking his teeth with his tongue before throwing the paddles into the river.
“RIKI!”
“Whoops! Looks like my bashful little fingers slipped,” he giggled, not being able to contain his laughter from the shocked expression on your face.
“Guess we’re gonna have to swim back. Come on,” he beamed, talking off his turtleneck before diving into the lake, water splashing all over your lap.
“Oh my God, Riki, you’re such an imbecile!”
“And you’re such a baby! Now come on, the water feels great, I promise!”
You watched as the water rippled around his movements.
You couldn't see anything below the dark blue river, making you feel anxious about actually jumping in.
“W-w-what if there are alligators hiding in there?”
“Pfft,” he scoffed, “French alligators? I mean, if I’m still swimming, they must have a pretty low appetite… unless… they prefer breast meat,” he winked, treading in the water.
“Gosh, you’re such a weirdo,” you whined, watching as he made his way over to the other side of the lake, marching up the rocky land.
He shook his head like a puppy, trying to get rid of the access water in his hair.
You looked away from him shyly, trying not to peek at how the white t-shirt he wore clung to his toned abs.
“Are you coming over here today, or what?” He teased, putting his hands on his hips.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, leveling your nerves before jumping in the water, leaving your favorite beret behind in the now abandoned boat.
So much for being peaceable foreigners.
After making it to Riki, which wasn’t nearly as daunting as you expected, he applauded your performance. “Brava, ____! Brava!! You successfully swam across a 30ft deep river!”
“30?!” you shivered in disbelief, thankful that he shared the rivers depth with you after you already got across.
“Relax, ____, that’s like a kiddy pool. Anyways, let’s get back to the hotel before we get sick,” he said as the chilly winds hit both your wet bodies. 
Under any other ordinary circumstances, you probably would’ve beaten the hell out of Riki for being so careless.
But it was something about the Parisian air that made you care less.
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Riki phoned the chauffeur to bring you back to the resort, where he arranged a spa evening for you to be professionally pampered by French beauticians.
Meanwhile, he went to shower in the hotel room, saying that he’d meet you back at the spa when you were finished.
One of the hairdressers gave you a blow out and quick trim just to clean up your ends.
Then, conveniently after your finger nail polish finished drying, your phone beeped with a message from Hanni.
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Riki tapped you on the shoulder, the scent of his sweet citrus cologne hitting your senses.
“You ready?” He asked, picking up one of the matcha macarons the spa staff gave you.
“Ready for what?”
“To eat. I know you’ve gotten all pretty, but I think it’s best we stay in since it’s dark out now.”
Did he just call you pretty?!?!
“Okay, we can hit up the French market and maybe make something for dinner," you suggested.
“Oh my gosh, great idea! We could make my mom’s gyoza recipe!”
“Oh, did she make the ones you let me try at the airport that day, too?”
“I can’t believe you still remember that," he said in shock.
“Well yeah, that was only a few days ago…”
“Hmm. I guess you just don’t seem like a stranger to me anymore,” He smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you from the resort spa.
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After shopping at the market, where the prices were surprisingly affordable, you and Riki headed back to your hotel room to unpack the groceries.
“I hope you’re good at cooking,” Riki chimed, grabbing a large bowl to fill with all the French snacks you brought from the store.
“Why, exactly?”
“Because, I’m mostly gonna watch while you keep me entertained, Chef ____.”
You rolled your eyes at his words, grabbing a knife and chopping board as you started prepping the ingredients you’d need.
“Does ‘tsp’ mean tablespoon or teaspoon?” You asked, struggling to interpret his Mom’s recipe instructions.
“All I know is big spoon and little spoon,” he smirked, leaning closer over the counter.
You brushed off his flirting as you kept trying to figure out the recipe. That’s when Riki grabbed a handful of fondue flavored chips from the snack bowl, crunching them between his teeth.
“Gosh, would you stop chewing so freaking loud? I can’t think!”
“It’s not my fault you’re a babo,” he teased, poking you on the nose.
“Bet you can’t say that in French.”
“Pfft, why would I need to?”
“Because you said you speak French?”
“For the last time, I do! I’m just not a dictionary.”
“Sounds like another lame excuse, but whatever. Pass me the sesame oil… Oh, and one of those chips!”
Making the gyoza wasn’t nearly as hard as you anticipated. Though, your main struggle came with capturing the authentic flavors.
After steaming the doughy purses and tossing them in a dark chili sauce, you plated a few for Riki to try, even though you both were already stuffed from the snacks alone.
“Ugh, can you at least try them while they’re fresh?” You whined, bringing one of the saucy gyozas to Riki’s mouth with a pair of chopsticks.
He complied with a sigh, parting his lips as he hummed.
“What do you think?”
“Well, they don’t taste like my mom’s, but they’re not horrible. I’ll give it a 4/10.”
“Huh?!”
“Well, I didn’t expect you to do better than her, or even come close, so don’t feel too bad about it.”
You pouted, wrapping the remaining dumplings in plastic wrap before placing them in the hotel fridge.
“Alright, let’s freshen up and head to bed,” he suggested, wiping the kitchen counter and heading to the bathroom to wash up.
You went in after he finished, changing into your pajamas and meeting him on the kingsized bed.
“Ahh... I love Paris,” he smiled, adjusting his head on the pillow.
“Yeah. Me too, but why?”
“Because, the next time I visit, I’ll be reminded of you.”
“Aww, how cheesy,” you smiled, returning a poke to his nose.
“No, I’m serious. I’ve never had this much fun with someone before.”
“But we’ve been arguing the entire time.”
“I know, but… that’s just our way of…”
“Flirting?”
He blushed at your words, “Yea. Our way of flirting.”
You felt your own face heat up in the moment, fighting the urge to scoot closer to him on the mattress.
“So,” you began timidly, “what comes after this stage?”
“Depends,” he replied, resting his hands behind his head, “Where do you want it to go?”
“Riki…”
“What?”
“We just met—“
“That doesn’t answer my question, ____.”
You let out a breath, thinking on his words, “Hmm. I think we would make great fr-enemies.”
He giggled, “That’s it?”
“That's it. But maybe with time… we could—”
Buzz, buzz.
A notification from Riki’s phone lit up the dim hotel room. He reached for his phone, only to see a text from his friend Jake, who said he just arrived in Paris and wanted to meet up tomorrow.
“Was this planned?” You asked confused.
“No?… I don’t know why he’s here... or how he even knows I’m here.”
“Well. Looks like we better get some rest for tomorrow.”
“Ughh, but I wanted to spend our last day here together,” he pouted, rubbing his eyebrows.
“And we still can, Riki. It’ll probably be fun having your friend around, anyway.”
A moment of silence filled the air before he spoke.
“Fine. As long as you don’t mind, neither do I,” he smiled, turning off the night light before trying to get some sleep.
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“Hanni. Pham. You sneaky salamander!”
"Bonjour, bestie! Turns out, Riki does have a cute and single friend. Meet Jake, my favorite Aussie boy!" She beamed, clinging onto him as if they've known each other for life.
You wondered if that's how you and Riki looked together.
"Nice to meet you, Jake," you forced a smile, shaking his hand.
"You too, Miss ____," he returned with an Australian accent that caught you off guard.
No wonder Hanni and him were already getting along so well.
"Jake-hyung, when you said you wanted to hang out at the amusement park, I didn't think you meant for a double-date," Riki said with an awkward smile, searching your face for an 'okay' sign.
"Aww, c'mon Nishi, it's not every day that you're granted with such convenient chances (😉) to hang out with friends," Jake began.
"Exactly. Let's make the most of this beautiful day, shall we?" Hanni encouraged, taking your hand in hers as you, Riki, and Jake went on to explore the park.
The four of you went on more rides than you could keep track of, ranging from ferris wheels, spinning teacups, and rollercoasters.
It was also fun watching Riki and Jake battle it out on an amusement park mini game to win a stuffed animal prize: Of course, Riki won, but you gave the plush to Hanni because you didn't feel like carrying it around.
You all planned to end the night with ice cream, but that was until Riki caught sight of a jewelry making station.
"____, we have to," Riki said in a serious tone.
You giggled, "Have to what? Make matching friendship bracelets?"
"Uh, YES!"
Hanni and Jake sat at a different table than you and Riki, hooking different charms to the silver bracelet chains provided by the staff.
You and Riki decided to make one for each other and then swap them once you finished.
"Are you guys almost done?" Jake asked, looking at the time which was running close to 7:30pm.
"Almost, I just need to make a few finishing touches," Riki smiled, adding on some beads.
Finally, you all payed for the bracelets and put them in velvet baby blue goody bags, bidding your farewells before heading back to your respective hotel rooms to pack.
"Today was so much fun," Riki exclaimed, sorting the clothes in his suitcase.
"I know, I'm already sad just thinking about how we go back to reality tomorrow."
"Yeah...but in the meantime, let's enjoy our last few hours in Paris," he smiled, closing his suitcase before putting on a French film for you both to fall asleep to.
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The next morning came by faster than desired. On the flight back home, you reminisced about your fun weekend in Paris as though you might forget the moment you stopped thinking.
It was the simple things that started to effect you the most.
Riki's random Spotify playlist knitted memories with songs, faces to feelings.
You were falling hard for Riki, and the truth was, you had been since day one. It was obvious that he felt the same way about you, too.
The only thing holding you back was the fear of letting go.
The fear of letting love.
"All flight passengers, we have started our descent and will be landing shortly. Please remain seated after making sure your tray tables are in their upright positions and any other personal belongings are within your vicinity. Thank you," the pilot spoke from the head of the plane.
You and Riki were sharing a box of cream filled French cookies as you finished the last few minutes of the movie "Your Name" on his laptop.
"So you're telling me that this ends with Taki and Mitsuha not remembering each other?" You asked sadly, wishing the two characters could've had a happier ending.
"Not in this film, no. But the director mentioned something in an interview about them eventually reuniting and even getting married," Riki clarified, taking a sip from his carton of chocolate milk.
You sighed, looking out the window as the ending credits played silently in the background.
Riki tapped your shoulder, causing you to whip your head to face him.
"Here," he said, handing you the baby blue velvet sack he kept from Paris.
After making your bracelet, he said he wouldn't let you see it until y'all were in the plane. Turns out, that moment was now.
"Open it," he nearly whispered, his usual piercing eyes becoming more soft.
You took the bag in your hand, untying the string as you slid the silver bracelet in your palm. Riki didn't hesitate to fasten the hook around your wrist, a hue of pink rising to his cheeks at the sight.
You observed the rainbow heart beads and other cute charms that ran across the length of the bracelet.
One charm that stood out to you most was the shimmery blue airplane, dangling next to a cursive letter R.
The bracelet was so nice that it made you feel insecure about the one you made for him. He payed attention to so many little details, all apart of every moment that you shared together so far.
Even though the gesture was simple, you were left speechless.
"Riki, it's beautiful," you beamed, fighting the urge to hug him.
"Alright, alright, now where's mine," he teased, shaking with anticipation.
"Oh, right, I almost forgot," you giggled, reaching in your purse to hand him the velvet sack containing the bracelet you made him.
That's when a robotic voice emitted a series of beeps and tones from the ceiling speakers: a familiar chime that let you know the airplane had officially landed.
Riki was quick to grab your luggage and his, making his way to the airport base as you trailed behind him.
You knew after landing, the peaceful nature of your weekend would be bombarded with the busy world you knew best.
You still couldn't believe that you had just traveled cross-country with a complete stranger, and if given the opportunity, you wouldn't hesitate to do it again.
Riki took your hands in his just as your Uber ride pulled up outside the airport, since your usual chauffeur, Hanni, was still in Paris with her 'favorite Aussie boy.'
"I don't really know what to say, but... Paris was cool...with you, I mean," Riki admitted shyly, his usually dominant aura faltering before you.
"Yeah. Paris was cool with you, too, Riki," you smiled, stepping on your tip-toes and kissing him on the cheek.
You turned on your heel, walking towards the shiny glass doors with your polkadot suitcase clicking behind you.
Of course you looked back, and of course he was still there waiting for you to leave with a smile.
You made your way to the vehicle, loaded your things in the trunk before hopping in the backseat.
The quiet Uber driver made his way out of the parking lot while a certain thought meddled in the back of your mind: Riki and I will probably never see each other again.
Still, unlike Taki and Mitsuha, you could never forget the flirty TSA agent who stole your heart.
You looked at the bracelet on your wrist again, smiling at the recent memories that were already started to feel distant.
That's when you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.
Buzz, buzz.
You pulled your phone from your purse, revealing a text on your screen from a number you hadn't made a contact for yet:
"Hey, it's Riki. I know you just left, but I might die if we don't hang out tomorrow. Coffee at Café Royale's? Again? Maybe?"
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The Spins - Hwang Hyunjin
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Synopsis: Your best friend, Changbin, decided to throw a party to get all his favorite people together in one room. For you, that means that you're in the same room as Hwang Hyunjin. Han knew all about your little crush on Hyunjin, so it seemed like the best idea. Drinks at a holiday party always sound like a great idea until you have one too many.
Pairing: non-idol! Hwang Hyunjin x fem reader
Genre: Angst, a bit of fluff towards the end, college crush
Warnings: contains alcohol consumption
Word Count: 3.1k
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"Binnie, are you positive this looks okay?" "Y/n, does the lip shade really matter? I know you're trying to get it ruined anyways."
It felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head hearing Changbin. You spun in your chair at your vanity, holding your makeup sponge and getting ready to chuck it at Changbin's head. In defense, he picked up your white fluffy pillow, holding it to his face. "Stop now or the pillow gets it!"
You sighed and set down the makeup sponge before turning towards the mirror. You ran your hand through your curled hair a couple of times, trying your best get more volume.
You were both grateful but also annoyed at Changbin for coming up with the idea to throw a holiday party at his off-campus apartment. Who could resist a party before the hours of treacherous studying begin? But you wanted to also come up with an excuse as to not go because you didn't want to run into your crush - Hwang Hyunjin.
Hyunjin was best known on campus for his good looks. He was undoubtedly everyone's college crush. You couldn't blame anyone - he was just that damn attractive.
Changbin had become friends with Hyunjin after living in the same dorm freshman year. They were in a first-year suite with two other guys - Christopher Bahng and Han Jisung. The four of them were an unstoppable group, always seen together or attending the latest parties. Their friend group grew the following you when they became friends with Lee Minho, Kim Seungmin, Lee Felix, and Yang Jeongin.
You, on the other hand, first became friends with Changbin during class. You both were an introduction to business seminar, where you quickly learned that corporate life was not destined for you. You really only stayed in the class because of Changbin, who would made it somewhat enjoyable.
You met at least six of them through Changbin. If there was a party on campus, Changbin would not hesitate to invite you. He refused to allow you to sit at home alone. Or if they were studying at the library, you would be coming along. At first, his friends thought you and Changbin were dating. They quickly dropped that rumor when they found out about your little crush on Hyunjin.
Hyunjin was the first of Changbin's friends that you met. At the time though, you didn't know they were friends. You and Hyunjin had been placed in the same art history class, a general education requirement for your program. That's when you learned that he was a fine arts major. Art studying art. You couldn't bring yourself to talk to Hyunjin in class, a bit intimidated by his charm.
It was Changbin who put the pieces together about your little crush. You were talking about your campus crush during a study session. "Wait. Do you mean Hyunjin?" Changbin was quick to pull out a photo of all of them. The smirk grew on your best friend the moment you got all flustered and nodded your head. What a small world.
Since then, the boys found any way to try to get you two be together. Hyunjin never really showed up to the parties Changbin was invite to. Hyunjin was the type of guy who wanted to focus on his craft, opting to spend nights painting or sketching. He would go out to dinner with the boys and the occasional drink at the bars in town.
That's when Changbin foiled the perfect plan to get you two alone. Changbin was going to be the one for one that hosted the party. He knew that Hyunjin wouldn't be able to say no to him, especially when they live under the same roof still. Hence why also Changbin was over at your place, helping you get ready. You didn't want to leave anything up to chance. "You know, y/n. You could be saving yourself from this much stress if you just told Hyunjin how you felt in the first place." "Seo Changbin, you've lost your damn mind!"
You heard that infamous laughter fill your room. His laugh could cause a whole earthquake with its loud booming volume. Changbin slowly walked up to you, placing his hands on your shoulder. He could feel how tense you were, probably from your nerves getting the best of you. He squeezed your shoulder lovingly. "You look amazing, y/n. Hyunjin is going to be blown away when he sees you tonight."
The comforting words of your best friend helped you relaxed. Sort of. You still wanted to make a good impression on Hyunjin tonight. The two of you have maybe spoken about five words to each other - a simple "hello" in passing. You could never bring yourself to form sentences whenever you were in the same social setting. Tonight was going to be different.
"Shit, I gotta go, y/n. Chan is going to kill me if I don't make it to the beer distributor before they close. You're not going to chicken out, right?"
You rolled your eyes playfully before looking into his eyes. "Changbin, you have my word, I will be there."
"Great! Remember, party starts at 8! See you then."
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"Y/n! Where the hell are you?! It's past 8 and you're not here!"
You couldn't help but giggle at Changbin's text message. It was only 8:11pm and this man was practically ready to send out a search-and-rescue crew for you. You were going to cause a heart attack for this guy. To be fair, you didn't ask him to orchestrate a party just for you to try to get with your crush. You laughed even harder seeing the text from Felix.
"Y/n, please tell me you're on your way. Changbin is pacing 😦 I've never seen him like this. I'm worried he's going to burst" "Tell Changbin to come open the door then."
The text was sent right as you stepped up to the front door. You could hear the music from inside, but heard fast movement from inside. Changbin. He was like a bull in a glassware manufacturing company. The door swung open to reveal your out of breath best friend.
"You are the worst," he puffed out. "Nice to see you too, Binnie!"
You walked into the room as if you owned the place. Surprisingly, you were completely sober, but you did need a drink or two before you encounter Hyunjin. Everyone had their eyes on you, some of the boys playfully whistling. You smirked and winked at them before turning on your heels to address your friends. "Shots anyone?"
All the boys seemed to cheer before you led the parade to the kitchen. "Bin, what is the alcohol of choice tonight?" You asked from over your shoulder. You saw there were a few options to choose from, as well as plentiful amount of mixers. That was definitely Chan's contribution to evening. If people were going to drink, you knew everyone would do so safely under Chan's watchful eye.
"I'm thinking tequila?" "Risky, but this isn't our usual gossip session." "Vodka!" Jeongin shouted.
All eyes turned towards the youngest of the group. He was normally the type to go with the flow of the group, but hearing him be so vocal was a welcome surprised. "That's my boy," Lee Know praised. He threw his arm around the maknae as you gathered the shot glasses.
"Are you going to pour one for me too?"
The voice. It was as if the air was stolen out of your lungs and your heart sped up, basically hearing it in your ears. You knew that voice anywhere. You looked over your shoulders to see Hyunjin leaning against the threshold that led into the kitchen from the living room of the apartment.
"You actually going to party with us? Or are you going to slip away upstairs to your room once you have one shot?" Changbin teased. "No, I like the energy here instead," he announced.
While he spoke, his eyes were locked on you. You could've sworn that his eyes ran up and down your body. Calm the fuck down. God, you felt like you might melt into a puddle under his gaze. Does he even know how attractive he is? Why did he have to walk in right before you got a chance to drink? Before you got a chance to give yourself a confidence boost?
"Come on, y/n. Don't keep us waiting," Felix laughed.
You quickly got to work to pull out nine shot glasses for the group. You lined them up on the island, everyone circling around. Across from you was Changbin, who was eyeing you with a wicked grin. If you could reach across and smack him right now, he would. Changbin would call out to his friends every now and then, causing them to stop and pause to see what was up. It was the perfect ploy to allow Hyunjin to slip in next to you.
Standing so close to you, you were able to get a smell of his cologne. It wasn't too strong but not subtle at all. It was a distinct smell that made your head spin. Changbin was satisfied with the placement of everyone around the island, landing on you last. "You're welcome," he mouthed to you. Oh, he's going to get it.
"You know, y/n, I didn't think you were going to show up tonight." "And I didn't think you'd come downstairs to join us," you laughed. "You really think I'd miss out on being here?"
What did he mean by that? Your brain didn't have time to ask questions before you heard the sound of liquor being poured. You looked over to see Jeongin pouring rounds for everyone. A proud grin on his face knowing everyone approved of his idea.
Once all the glasses were poured, Hyunjin lifted his shot glass first. Everyone paused to stare at him. He wore a smile before his eyes traveled around the small circle gathered in the kitchen. His eye landing on you last. "To the night of our lives."
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Your body felt warm. You weren't sure if it was because of how hot it was in the room or from the alcohol in your body. Your hips moved to the beat of the music playing. One hand held a red solo cup, the other thrown up in the area.
Changbin was off who knows where. He was either having to play host at Chan's request or trying to get with the girl from his statistics class. The rest of the group was mixed and broken into smaller groups throughout the house. Everyone seemed to be having truly the time of their lives, as Hyunjin wished.
Every now and then, you would glance over your shoulders to see if you could spot him. But he seemed to be nowhere. With more alcohol in your system, you feel powerful. You were in the right mindset to make a move on him without stopping yourself. No more holding back.
"Looking for me, sweetheart?"
That's not Hyunjin. You looked in front of you to see a guy from one of your classes last semester. Taehyun, you think? He was the guy who liked to flirt with everyone, to try to make moves on anyone. I mean, you have to give it to him because he was an attractive guy. He jus wasn't your type. Especially not when you have your eyes locked on someone else.
"Oh hey Taehyun," you giggled. "Nooo I'm not looking for you." "Such a shame because I've had my eyes all on you." Before you could say something, you felt hands on your hips pulling you closer. Your hips are pressed against his. You could feel Taehyun's fingertips grazing against your ass. He was looking at you with a sly smirk on his face which you wanted to punch. "Y/n, why don't you give us a chance, hmm? We could be a great couple. Or we could just be together for one night." Taehyun leaned in closer, letting his lips press start pressing against your cheek. His hand fully cupped your ass, keeping you close. Your one hand is placed on Taehyun's chest, trying to create some distance. However, with how much stronger Taehyun was compared to you and only having one hand free, it was proving to be a bigger challenge. His lips were trying to make their way down to your neck. You didn't want to just drop your cup and create an even bigger mess. But maybe you should? It would create a pretty good diversion.
"Hey! Get off," you heard a voice shout over the music.
Suddenly, you were being pulled back into the person behind you. One arm was wrapped around you, keeping you close. The sudden motion caused your hand to jerk forward and spill over Taehyun. "What the fuck, Hyunjin?! She's not even off the market."
Hyunjin? You glanced behind you to see the man himself. He jaw was slightly clenched while his gaze was locked on Taehyun. His gaze was stern. "But she's off limits to you. Plus, you got a mess to clean up." Taehyun rolled his eyes before he stormed off. You slowly, a bit wobbly turned towards Hyunjin.
"Woah, you okay, sweet girl?" His voice was much gentler now compared to how he spoke to Taehyun. You've never seen that side of Hyunjin before. He softened his gaze on you, looking at you with concern. You always saw him as a gentle giant, bit clumsy at times but that's what you found adorable about him. After that encounter, you got confirmation he was also very sexy. But you always knew that one.
"I'm better now. Where have you been all evening?" You pouted. "Sorry, I was talking to Changbin, but I'm here now. Can I get you anything?" "Water? I'm feeling a bit dizzy with my body being moved around." "Of course, come on, let's get out of here." Hyunjin guided you towards the kitchen, away from the loud music and crowds of people. There were still a few people scattered throughout the remainder of the apartment, but some groups were starting to leave for the evening. The atmosphere in the kitchen was an opposite compared to the rest of the apartment.
You were led towards the fridge. With ease, Hyunjin was able to open the cabinet and grab a glass from the top shelf. You looked over towards the counter, seeing the handle of vodka Jeongin poured earlier. The red cap rested on the island. The smell of the liquor made you feel a bit queasy.
Hyunjin quickly noticed your state. He looked over towards the island. "I think we're done for the evening," he chuckled lightly. He put the glass down on the counter top so he could put the cap back on the liquor, attempting to rid of the stronger odor.
"Yeah, that's a good call." You both shared a laugh before Hyunjin continued on his initial mission - getting you water. He moved swiftly around you to open th fridge. He grabbed the black handle of the Brita pitcher to pour you a glass of cold water.
"You're my savior, Hyunjinnie," you gasped softly, watching him "I don't know about that much. I do know I'd do anything for you, y/n."
He presented you with he glass of water with a gentle kiss on your forehead. You felt your cheeks heat up immediately. You tilted your head down in an attempt to hide your cheeks from him.
"What is it, darlin'? Do I make you nervous?"
You noticed a hand covering yours, moving the glass of water away from your face. You slowly looked up to see Hyunjin hovering over you. Your back was gently pressing against the counter. Hyunjin had the other hand pressed against the counter, caging you in slightly.
What the fuck is happening? With the hand placed over yours, he placed the water glass on the island behind you. His now free hand was placed underneath your chin. He made sure you kept your eyes on him. Not that you would ever dare to look away. You had the most gorgeous view in the world right in front of you.
"So remember when I said I was talking to Changbin earlier? He told me something very interesting." "Oh yeah? What is that?" "He told me that you have a crush on me," Hyunjin smirked. Seo Changbin, when I find you-
"Why would you keep that a secret from me, honey? That's not a very nice thing to do." "I-"
What the fuck am I supposed to say? How do I respond to that? Hyunjin smirked at your reaction. He was enjoying watching you get frazzled because of him. "I never thought you'd be into me, Hyunjin. Because come on, you're you." "And you're you. How could I not be into you?"
Your eyes widened at Hyunjin. Is this actually happening? He had a gentle smile on his face as his eyes seemed to watch you. It was as if he was watching your body language, looking for any sign that you might be uncomfortable. "Hyunjin, listen, I gotta make sure that this is actually what you mean. Because I don't want you to feel bad that I've had a crush on you for a long time and trying to give me something so I can move on." "Baby, stop," Hyunjin quickly said. "First of all, I didn't know you had a crush on me for a long time."
God dammit. Me and my big mouth.
"Second of all, is this proof that I actually mean it?"
At that moment, his lips pressed against yours. You placed your hand on Hyunjin's forearm to stabilize yourself because you could have sworn that your knees would have given out. His lips were so soft and the kiss was delicate. Your lips moved in sync, catching each other's every now and then. You never thought that you'd get to this point.
Slowly, you pulled back. You bit your lip gently, looking up at him. "Was that real enough for you?" He asked teasingly. "I don't know," you teased. You both laughed before you stood on your tiptoes. Your hand remained on his forearm, but the other cupped his cheek. You kissed him a bit more with passion. There was no way you were going to let this opportunity pass you by. He smiled gently against your lips. You smiled also as his hand rested on your hip, stabilizing you.
Your world didn't feel like it was spinning any more. You were content with just being still, being here with Hyunjin.
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the roommate. rafe cameron x reader x felix catton. pt. 4
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as felix exited the bar, following your boyfriend's tall figure, memories of the past months living with you flooded his mind.
living in such close quarters had magnified the subtle dance of emotions.
he recalled the late-night talks, the way you would fiddle with the clasps of his bracelets or trace your fingers over the stars tattoo on his hand whenever you talked to him, and the way it secretly made his stomach flutter.
he remembered all the late night talks in the balcony, all the cigarettes you two shared while laying on the grass, the sunlight made you look heavenly, he always thought to himself.
all of the parties, the shared quiet laughs in class—these moments lingered in his mind, etched with an ache he couldn't quite name.
felix couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards you.
he always found himself stealing glances when you changed in your shared room, unable to resist the pull of his eyes. the way your figure moved, the subtle curves, and the casual grace in your actions created an undeniable allure for him.
he had never felt this way about a girl, it was always about sex with them, but not with you.
not that he didn’t think about it, he did. some would argue he thought about it way too much, but he couldn’t help it. he simply had to have you.
but of course there was rafe, and you would never.
to be fair, you found yourself in a conflicting whirlwind of emotions when it came to felix.
despite your committed and loving relationship with rafe, there was an undeniable, magnetic attraction to felix that tugged at your thoughts.
you couldn’t deny the subtle flutters when felix was near, the way his wit and charm drew you in.
you struggled to admit, even to yourself, the undercurrent of feelings you had for felix. it was a silent acknowledgment, buried deep within, as you navigated the complexities of emotions.
the guilt lingered, but so did the unspoken attraction that added a layer of tension to all your interactions.
as felix opened the door, the chilly night air embraced him and rafe, as they stood outside the pub, the distant sounds of the party acting as a faint background melody.
rafe took a deep breath, trying to clear the tension that had built up inside him throughout the evening.
"so, rafe cameron, the infamous boyfriend," felix remarked, breaking the silence.
he leaned against the wall casually, his eyes studying rafe's reaction.
rafe shot him a sharp glance, unamused. "cut the act. i know exactly what you're doing."
felix raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "and what, my dear, might i be doing?"
rafe crossed his arms, a defensive stance. "you're trying to get under my skin, testing how much i can take."
he was used to this kind of thing. i mean come on, was this the first time another boy wanted you? of course no. he was used to all the dickheads in the island wanting to get his hands on you.
that’s why rafe made it his number one priority to make sure everyone knew you were his, and if he had to kick some pouge ass to do so, he was ok with it.
so let’s say he was not that threatened.
felix's playful demeanor softened, "look, i get it. you're protective, and that's cool with me. we’re just friends.” a hint of sadness breaking through. he wanted to be more than that, and he knew it.
rafe remained silent, his expression unreadable.
“just friends, huh?"
felix sighed, a wry smile on his face. "yeah, friends. and to answer your unspoken question, i know she's yours. i know." his stomach turned as he said the words.
rafe raised an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and suspicion in his eyes.
felix chuckled. "relax, mate. now, why don't you head back inside? i'm sure she's missing you."
rafe regarded felix for a moment, then turned to make his way back into the pub. as he disappeared inside, felix let out a soft sigh, watching him go, a tinge of sadness in his eyes.
later, back at the table, felix announced, "hey, everyone, i've got an early morning thing with ollie so i should get going. i'll crash at his place. give you two some space," he declared, flashing a smile in your direction, yet there was a subtle hint of longing in his eyes.
leaving you with rafe, felix felt a sense of loss. the special connection he cherished felt like it was slipping away, making him long for the times when it was just the two of you navigating the uncharted territories of friendship.
on the other side, rafe's expression shifted from annoyance to a subtle sense of triumph.
contradictory thoughts invaded your mind. why were you upset that felix was leaving? you had wanted a night with your boyfriend since you got here, but now… it was different.
“let’s go, princess” rafe got up and took your hand “i’m in the mood to show you how just how much i missed you” the boy said while smirking.
your mood switched, and you smiled back “okay rafey” maybe you just needed to be reminded of who you belonged to.
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Hello!! I love your stuff so much omg, I've been going through your masterlist and I love your writing style!
I was wondering if you would be interested in writing a Tom Riddle iii with a Hufflepuff reader? The reader is the granddaughter of Newt Scamander (Rolf's older sister, if you wanted to include him) and she's really into the magizoologist thing but everyone thinks she's weird so she just kinda keeps to herself (she wants friends tho!).
I thought a cute moment could be like a "You think I'm weird? you're the only one who never called me that..." or her showing him the thestrals bc she trusts him. idk! up to you!
Omg! my first Request on this page!
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The Hogwarts library was a sanctuary for Y/n Scamander, a Hufflepuff with an insatiable curiosity for magical creatures. Surrounded by towering shelves filled with books on every magical being imaginable, she immersed herself in her grandfather Newt Scamander's world of magical zoology. Her peculiar passion set her apart, earning her the label of "weird" by many, but she found solace in the company of Luna Lovegood, a kindred spirit who appreciated the extraordinary.
One day, Y/n sat at a secluded corner table, engrossed in a stack of books about Thestrals. Luna had sparked her interest in these mystical creatures, and she was determined to uncover their secrets. As she read, she heard a subtle cough beside her. Startled, she turned to find none other than Tom Riddle himself sitting next to her.
Her cheeks flushed at the unexpected company, and she tried to focus on her reading, hoping he would leave her be. Tom, however, was undeterred, opening one of the books from her stack. Y/n couldn't help but peek at the title, realizing it was the same Thestral book she was engrossed in.
"What are you doing?" she asked, finally breaking the silence.
Tom, without glancing up, replied, "It's pretty obvious that I'm reading, Y/n."
Rolling her eyes, she clarified, "No, I mean, why are you reading my book?"
"It's not your book," he stated, still engrossed in the text.
Y/n placed her hand on the page he was reading, determined to get his attention. "You know what I mean."
He finally looked up, his piercing gaze meeting hers. "You're always in here, almost as much as me. So I was curious as to why?"
"Now you know," she said, removing her hand. "I like magical creatures."
Tom gave her a blank look. "Everyone knows you like them, Y/n."
Feeling a bit self-conscious, she began, "So you think I'm weird—"
"You're not weird; you just know what you like," he interrupted, surprising her with his defense.
Their study session continued, and over time, Y/n and Tom found themselves spending more time together in the library. As they delved into the world of magical creatures, Y/n discovered that Tom had a genuine curiosity hidden beneath his composed exterior.
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i would freeze over hell just to get a chill
Summary: The boys have overblotted, but their defeat wasn't so quick. Rather, they spent much more time in their overblot forms, and you? You had a front row seat to it all. (The Overblot gang remembers their romantic interest towards you and keeps you by their side. Your only option is to stay by their side until help arrives.)
Warnings: Riddle injures himself with thorns and doesn't care, Leona scratches your face (to give you powers but still), general Overblot themes, not beta red we die like the overblotted dwarf from the prologue
Notes: READER IS NOT YUU; Yuu is gender-neutral and so is reader, and Reader will mention Yuu. Reader is from each of the boy's respective dorms,,,, Title is from Would You Love a Monsterman by Jodi, and characters might be OOC??? I doin't have the game but also we only get like. Two minutes with their Overblotted forms.
Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar
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Many of your fellow dorm members would say that Riddle was a merciless dictator who believed himself to be the Queen of Hearts. On the surface level, one could agree, but you didn't, for the Queen of Hearts created the rules in the first place, and Riddle was simply following them.
However, with the most recent unbirthday tea party having gone horribly wrong, perhaps Riddle himself thought he was one of the Seven, and the entity that followed his every command was but a mere card soldier.
From what you knew, the main perpetrators of his Overblot had run away, seemingly to form a plan. A few first years who you had only talked to maybe once, the magicless student, and even the Vice-Housewarden yourself! (You said from what you know, which might have been deemed weird considering you were there at the tea party, but in your defense, the moment Riddle had an egg thrown at him, everything was a blur.)
The rest of the unlucky dorm members had Riddle's signature collars around their neck. Some were crying in fear of the ink-dripping entity, while others were forcing a smile in order to not trigger the newly Overblot Riddle's wrath. You were just about to accept your fate, when the glass headed minion grabbed you effortlessly, and put you right next to Riddle, who's arms were wrapped in ink and vines.
You were relieved to hear that no, you were not being executed, but that relief was replaced by a different kind of fear; the realization that Riddle Rosehearts had a crush on you.
In any other circumstance, you would've been overjoyed. You had hung out before, having sit next to each other while studying in the library, and you'd be lying if you said he hadn't piqued your romantic interest. But Riddle was overblot now, his mental state shattered just like the glass head of the ink entity, and you really didn't want to be the darling to a potential Yandere.
Thank fuck you weren't shoved into a cage.
Instead, with a flick of his fingers, Riddle summoned a throne made of roses and vines, thorns like there were on his outfit non-existent. A bigger one (with thorns) was placed right next to it.
"You shall be my side in this new world," Riddle's voice was almost demonic, yet you could still hear everything he said clearly "We shall sit on these thrones and gaze upon it all. Those who defy us will lose their heads! Wouldn't that just be beautiful, darling?"
So, you were forced onto the throne, cringing everytime the thorns on Riddle's throne sliced his skin. Screaming at all of his collared-roommates, he ordered them to bake both of your favorite meals and paint the roses and to slice their fingers on the thorny roses and to say that he was correct in all things; he just kept going on with new orders, and you could only look at them with pity everytime Riddle placed a new command down.
Some brave or stupid soul (you couldn't tell), talked back, snarking that Riddle's floating was to try and cover up for his small size. You heard a flamingo squawk admist the silence before Riddle screamed, before making it so the collar choked the lad, and you knew that was going to leave a scar. You couldn't feel bad for long, because Riddle started sobbing, throwing his head into your lap, leaning on his throne, and not showing any discomfort at the thorns piercing him harder. He sobbed and screamed, and you could only pat his head until one of the students came back with the requested tarts (not chestnut).
You hoped that those first years and Trey were doing all right and coming up with a plan. Because even if the entity gave you a beautiful red rose from the bush they were clutching, and Riddle stated that you were the only one he could trust, you knew that this wasn't Riddle and that being in this form hurt both his body and his brain. That magicless Prefect had grabbed a magestone from the abandoned mine and fought an entity just like the Queens of Hearts lookalike, hadn't they? They seemed smart and competent, and their friends were........brave.
So, in your head, you went against the rules, and begged for help.
Then the Overblotted Riddle screamed in your ear again, due to someone having walked too slow, before clutching your hand with a lot of force, murmuring frantic threats towards him as tears threatened to spill. (You would wake up the next morning to find that you had gotten splinters. Woohoo for you.)
Leona Kingscholar
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The Spelldrive Competition this, Spelldrive Competition that; was this your punishment for being associated with a bunch of bully jocks?
Savanaclaw was not being subtle at all; in the security of the dormitory, they went on and on. 'With that champion from Scarabia gone and Housewarden Leona by our side, they'll never stand a chance against us!'
You were going to hit your head on the entrance's tree if they kept this up. They did keep it up. Whether you did so or not is up to you.
Perhaps it was kind of selfish of you, but Diasomnia was good at everything. They were the shiniest of gold, and even in the most roughest and toughest game of all, they still glimmered the prettiest shine. Maybe it was time someone else became the champion. And besides, you weren't competing. It wasn't like it was going to effect you.
....As the sand blinded your eyes and terrified screams destroyed your ear drum, you cursed yourself for jinxing it.
Your housewarden had a mental breakdown in front of the whole stadium, tried to kill the guy who was basically the vice-housewarden in all but name, and now he was talking about turning everything into sand- wait why is the glass lion looking at you?
The crack in the glass seemed to make an impromptu mouth, as it quickly put you inside of its jaw and sprinted back towards the Overblotted housewarden.
You were unceremoniously dropped onto the floor, ink now on your clothes. Being in the center of the sandstorm got every possible grain of dust into your eyes, and despite your deep squints, the large, floating form of an Overblotted Leona was as clear as day.
"Tch, and I thought you would go running like the rest of those weaklings."
Ah. The screams were all gone, and even throughout the sandy fog, you could see the silhouettes of the Ramshackle prefect and their friends try and make a run of it.
"Stop squinting, would you? It makes you look stupid."
"Not all of us have a glowing eye," You snarked back, seeing the orange flame on the right side of his face. That was probably how he could still see amidst the chaos. Or he was just that good.
He tch'ed again, leaving you to the assumption that no, he was going to kill you, because he already would of.
Instead, he scratched your face, and you screamed in pain, falling back to your ground, clutching your eye. Leona's hand dripped more ink, and he stared at you.
Suddenly, everything around you became much clearer. The sandstorm was practically a transparent curtain, and in the glass reflection of the lion's head, you knew why.
Just like Leona, an orange flame covered your right eye.
"There, now stop complaining."
The silhouette of the Prefect was gone now, leaving only you and the overblotted Leona. Rising from the sand, a lone throne sat, becoming one with the stadium's hoops. Leona floated over before sitting down, dragging you with him. You were placed onto his lap, while the inky King of Beasts sat by the throne's side.
"You're the only one is the damn world that's worth a fucking dime," Leona stated, as one of his braids fell loose. "Everyone else is some moron who thinks they so great for no reason at all. You're not like that."
...Holy shit was this a love confession???
"I was gonna burn it all to ashes," Leona continued. "That Diasomnia kid said it himself. I ain't ever gonna be king."
He took an ink covered hand and dragged it across your cheek. "But you're here. You aren't a coward and you weren't obsessed with this stupid schoolkid game. And I ain't gonna give up when you could be by my side, because you're worth fighting for."
You never knew Leona felt this way about you. Were you supposed to? Sure, this wasn't unwelcome; you had a crush on Leona yourself and your worries about it not being reciprocated were now disappearing like dust, but....this wasn't Leona. This was clearly years of trauma, and an attempt to finally be deemed good enough gone wrong, resulting in a mental breakdown and Overblotting. You didn't want this to be your first date. Who the fuck would?
The Prefect would come back, right? They had fought an Overblot before and won, and everyone in your dorm was talking about the 'damned Prefect', getting into other people's business and trying to be a hero. You'd like a hero right now. That would be pretty nice.
Well, hopefully hope was coming, but by then you should try and get used to it. The sandstorm was practically nonexistent to you now, and Leona didn't seem like he was going to scratch you again.
You repositioned on his lap, leaning into the fur around his neck. It was soft, yet it felt as though gum or honey had gotten stuck in there and left the fur coarse.
Wait, was he just sitting here, tiddies out-
The disturbing thought paused as Leona let out a roar. You looked up, but no-one was around. After doing so, he let out more softer animalistic growls.
Ah, so couldn't control it.
The King of Beasts nuzzled against you, getting more ink on your cheek. In response, Leona growled at the entity and licked your face. Luckily, there was no ink.
You were never going to a Spelldrive tournament again.
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The Death of Me //part 2
Fandom: Aquaman
Summary: (very small spoilers for the movie) Finding Orm on your doorstep was not something you expected. Having him move in was even worse. But the effect he still had on every part of your life would be the death of you.
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Even though you learned early on the world was an unjust and cruel place, it still managed to surprise you occasionally. The last bits of hope clung to your cloudy mind, snatched away from you once you pried your eyes open to see your nightmare incarnate sitting by the kitchen table.
The fever knocked you out for a few blissful hours; earlier events fading into a half-remembered dream. But there was no denying the truth once you noticed the suspiciously clean counters and sudden lack of accumulated trash laying around. And, worst of all, your new roommate.
Or caregiver. Or pain in the ass. Or man that made your heart twitch in a way signaling either a crush or a heart attack. Who cared about semantics?
Orm Marius, former Ocean Master and currently just some guy, sat in the middle of the kitchen, making his way through a book. The seaside house was home to many books, although you doubted the original owner ever had the time to browse through them.
A small mercy had been granted to you and Orm didn't notice you had woken up. You couldn't help but observe him. Even though he was no stranger to you, and quite recently you'd helped break him out of prison and even somehow saved the world together, you still felt mesmerized by the way he moved and looked.
Even now, the dying evening light entering through the window painted the room in deep shadows, and softened the planes of Orm's face. He had positioned himself close to the window to read in the dimming light. It allowed you to see the softened curve of his shoulders and the way he tilted his head, studying the book just as carefully as you studied him.
“Glad to see you're doing better,” Orm said, without moving.
You jumped a little, making your injuries flare up in a wave of pain. A startled whine escaped your lips when your body reminded you how sore it actually was.
Orm put the book down and stepped over to the couch. Before you managed to say anything, he pressed his hand to your forehead. Whatever words rose in your throat, scattered.
“You're still burning,” Orm muttered with concern and furrowed brows. “Are you sure your medicine is working?”
“...it just needs some time.”
Your voice came out weaker than you expected. You felt fuzzy, and the room around you was definitely moving a little.
Orm was not convinced, and disappeared from your line of sight for a while.
Your fever was probably on the rise again, which was to be expected. For the past few days you'd been in and out of it, drowning in sweat and fighting off the urge to scratch underneath your bandages.
You kicked off the thin blanket, hoping Orm wouldn't touch you again. You were dreadfully aware of how wet Orm's hand must've come off and of the old sweat stench surrounding you. In your defense, you didn't expect any visitors, so for the past few days you focused on passively surviving rather than dragging your corpse to the shower once a day.
You heard Orm's steps before he entered your vision. “Man, just leave me alone. I'm seriously fine on my own—”
A wet towel slapped onto your face, splashing cold water around. What a simple, yet effective way of both shutting you up and providing relief. You'd be impressed if it didn't piss you off so much.
You dragged it off your eyes and came face to face with Orm, suddenly crouching way too close to your liking. He looked at you intensely and then raised an eyebrow.
“If you want me gone, then you should be perfectly capable of throwing me out. You didn't have any trouble last time we sparred.”
“That would be so rude of me. It would crush your ego.”
“As if you ever bothered being polite.”
“I am the nicest person that has ever graced this Earth.”
“You look like a corpse on its way to the afterlife. Unless your state improves, I'm not leaving. The only choice you have is finally dying or getting better and kicking me out. And since I'd rather see the outcome of option number two, I think we have to start with these bandages.”
“They’re in place.”
“The wounds need to be cleaned and dressed again. I can smell that from back here.”
With a hiss through clenched teeth, you dragged yourself into a sitting position, as far away from Orm as was possible on the couch.
“...look who's impolite now.”
Orm moved closer to you with a darkened expression. It made you shiver and put one bare foot on his chest in the only defense you could muster. He wrapped his fingers around your ankle, but didn't move any closer.
“It's not about politeness or pride,” he explained slowly, not taking his eyes off you. “I want you to feel better, regardless of what it takes.”
The way your cheeks heated had very little to do with the fever. In a kinder world, Orm wouldn't have noticed it.
But in this one, he was too observant to miss something like that. His lips curled in the faintest of smiles just as his hand moved further up your leg, slowly dragging his fingers over your scorching skin. Your heart was in your throat and wanted out.
You slapped the wet towel onto his arm and freed your leg.
“Such profound words for someone so annoying.”
“Whatever gets you moving. These wounds really do need cleaning, and I will not back down from that one.”
“I can do it myself.”
“If you could, you would've done it days ago—when it was actually due. That's enough waiting, take them off.”
You thought back to how far your injuries went under your shirt. It provided you with a surprisingly effective burst of motivation to heave yourself off the couch and onto semi-steady legs.
You wobbled off in the general direction of the bathroom, wishing for your torment to finally end.
“Please do avoid any further injuries,” Orm called after you, watching your unsteady search for clean clothes and a towel. There was painful stiffness to your joints, but you were extremely motivated to overcome it.
“I promise to graciously call for your aid right before I break my neck on these marvelous tiles.”
There was not much dignity left in you, but you did your best to protect it by switching the bathroom lock rather than slamming the door.
You could've sworn you heard Orm chuckle.
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The Lady - 3
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Character: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Eddie Horniman x Female Reader
Summary: After fifteen years away, a step-daughter returns for her Duke step-father's funeral, only to inherit a staggering 8 million pound debt and strike a risky deal with a criminal underworld figure.
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You slammed your hands onto the mahogany table, fixing Bucky with a disbelieving glare. "You want me to what?"
Bucky leaned back in his chair, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he looked you up and down. "I want you to put a small bomb into a cake."
You shook your head in disbelief. "This is the most insane thing I've ever heard."
Earlier, 30 minutes ago:
You hadn't anticipated any of this when you decided to pay Bucky a visit. Stepping into the nightclub he owned, you were met with a wave of pulsating music and flashing lights, a stark contrast to the quiet elegance of the estate.
"Your Grace, welcome!" Bucky's voice boomed over the crowd, drawing attention from every corner of the room. Rolling your eyes at his exuberance, you made your way up to the second floor, feeling eyes following your every move.
Bucky left the table where girls surrounded him, their eyes shooting daggers at you as if you were stealing him away.
Your thoughts echoed, 'I don't even want to be in the same room with him.'
As he approached you, Bucky flashed you a charming smile. "What do you think about this place?"
You shrugged nonchalantly. "It's nice, I guess."
He chuckled, leaning in closer. "The Duke's been turning a pretty penny with this joint."
"Really?" you replied, genuinely surprised.
He nodded, his gaze lingering on you. "Let's talk privately. I know you hate being here."
You followed Bucky to a quieter corner, the thumping bass of the music fading into the background as you settled into a booth. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and cigarette smoke.
You arrived at Bucky's office, the room exuding an air of power and authority. As he gestured towards a board adorned with photos and plans, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle in.
Pointing your finger towards the board, you narrowed your eyes. "Five photos, five explosions."
Bucky snapped his fingers in agreement, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's right."
You studied the images closely, your mind racing with the implications of what Bucky was asking of you.
"What exactly do you do?" you inquired, your voice betraying a hint of apprehension.
Bucky leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady as he met your eyes. "When the police, lawyers, and bribes don't work, that's where I come in."
Your stomach churned at his words, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "Private executioner," you muttered, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks.
Bucky chuckled, his laughter ringing out in the dimly lit room. "You make it sound scary. But you're right."
Bucky's words sent a shiver down your spine, his tone oozing with confidence and determination.
"But rest assured, Your Grace," he continued his voice smooth yet laced with an undeniable edge. "I won't let you do the dirty work."
As Bucky explained the situation, his hands moved with purpose, punctuating each word. His eyes glinted with determination, a silent challenge in his gaze.
"You see, this Duke owns a nightclub in the same area as me," Bucky began, his voice low but intense. "He feels threatened by my club's success, so he's been causing unnecessary problems for me."
You furrowed your brow, trying to process the gravity of his request. "So it's about business competition," you mused aloud, your arms crossed defensively over your chest.
Bucky caught your hesitation, his jaw clenching slightly as he sensed your reluctance. "Look, I know it's a big ask," he conceded, his tone softening just a fraction. "But this Duke needs to learn that he can't push me around."
As Bucky dropped the bombshell revelation, his voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, his eyes darting around the room to ensure privacy.
"And there's another thing," he began, his tone grave. "This person we're dealing with... he's a predator."
Your stomach churned at the revelation, a surge of anger and revulsion coursing through you. Yet, amidst the darkness of the situation, a glimmer of relief washed over you – knowing that your actions would be directed against someone so vile lessened the weight of your conscience.
"What kind of explosion are we talking about?" you asked, your voice edged with determination, ready to take on the task.
He clapped his hand "Finally, we're speaking at the same language."
Bucky's reply came without hesitation, his gaze unwavering. "A cake that could explode."
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his seemingly flippant response. "Stop joking, please," you retorted, your words laced with a mixture of disbelief and incredulity.
Bucky chuckled at your skepticism. "I'm not kidding," he insisted, his expression serious despite the playful tone in his voice.
He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he outlined his vision. "I want it to be dramatic. When the cake explodes, I want him to be thrown back, like in those superhero movies where the hero sends the villain flying into a wall."
With a theatrical flourish, he mimicked the sound effect. "Whoosh..."
You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his theatrics. "Whoosh, huh?" you repeated, mimicking a baseball swing with your hand.
Bucky grinned in response, playing along with your jest. "Yeah, whoosh," he affirmed, nodding in agreement.
As you watched Bucky's playful antics, a fleeting thought crossed your mind – if only you could open his head and see what was truly happening inside.
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As the countdown approached its final moments, you and Bucky assumed your roles as waitstaff, blending seamlessly into the crowd gathered for the Duke of Langley's party.
Behind the bar, Bucky expertly mixed drinks while you diligently wiped down glasses, your eyes fixed on the unsuspecting target near the elaborate cake.
As the Duke began his speech, the guests gravitated towards him, leaving the bar momentarily deserted. Bucky stood closer to you, his presence looming over you as he leaned in slightly. "I still wonder why you wandered off alone to the U.S."
Bucky asked, his tone casual but with a hint of curiosity, "Was the rumor true that your stepdad kicked you out?"
You shot him a sharp glance, mentioning your past hitting a nerve. Bucky quickly raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Sensitive topic, I see. Just trying to make conversation," he offered with a shrug, his attention already shifting to his watch.
With a swift tug, he pulled you down to the ground just as the countdown reached its climax. His smirk was unmistakable as he whispered, "5... 4... 3... 2... 1."
And then, the explosion.
A deafening 'BANG' reverberated through the room, followed by startled cries and screams.
The force of the explosion sent a rush of wind through the room, causing glass to shatter and chaos to erupt. In the midst of the commotion, Bucky instinctively shielded you, his protective stance contrasting sharply with the panic unfolding around you.
As screams filled the air and guests scrambled for safety, Bucky couldn't help but chuckle lowly at the scene before him. Through the haze of smoke and confusion, he spotted the Duke of Langley sprawled on the ground, unconscious.
"Hahahaha," Bucky laughed, his amusement evident as he surveyed the aftermath.
But while he found humor in the chaos, you couldn't quite grasp what was so amusing about the situation.
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For the next couple of days, you couldn't shake the memory of the Duke's unfortunate fate. Even as Hugo excitedly dragged you to a tennis tournament – a sport you cared little for, except when it came to Hugo's enthusiasm – you found it hard to muster any interest.
Seated in the VIP area, you watched the players enter the field without much enthusiasm.
"Something bothering you?" A deep voice interrupted your thoughts, and you turned to see Eddie beside you. Dressed sharply in a suit with a polo shirt underneath and sporting sunglasses, he smiled at you, his presence offering a welcome distraction.
You sighed, feeling the weight of recent events. "Yeah, just... recent events, you know?"
Eddie's smile faltered slightly as he picked up on your somber mood. "I heard about the nightclub incident. Quite the news."
Eddie's mention of the "sweet bomb" at Duke Langley's party caught you off guard, and you looked at him with a questioning expression.
He chuckled at your reaction. "That bomb reminded me of the time when you wanted to run away from the dormitory and decided to make a big scene."
You couldn't help but laugh. "You remember that?"
Eddie leaned in closer, his expression curious. "Is this related to Barnes?"
You nodded. "Yup. Seems like I've gotten myself into quite the mess."
Eddie's tone was somber as he addressed you. "Y/N, I didn't expect you to make a bomb for Barnes."
You sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. "8 million pounds, Eddie. Even if I sold my kidney and heart, it still wouldn't cover it."
He chuckled softly. "If you want, I could make him go away."
But you shook your head, remembering Bucky's enjoyment amidst the chaos at Duke Langley's party. "It's better if you don't get near him. For your own good, for your mental health."
"Duke of Langley had it coming," you added, your voice tinged with resignation and defiance.
Eddie's lips curled into a wry smile, a glint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "That's one way to put it. But you've certainly made a splash."
You arched an eyebrow, curiosity piqued by his cryptic remark. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Eddie's expression turned serious as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You've caught the attention of some dangerous individuals. Now everyone from petty thugs to organized crime bosses sees you as a valuable asset."
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gublersg1rl · 25 days
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to be a good daughter.
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plot: reader texts her dad who she is not on speaking terms with, his response makes her feel many different emotions, and a want to isolate herself. spencer attempts to comfort her through these rough times.
warnings ⚠️ : reader is referred to as a girl, no age specified but reader mentions studying (university you weirdos), implied nonsexual shower (but you can choose if it's sexual idc), established relationship, daddy issues, no use of y/n, proofread but could 100% have mistakes, mentions of narcissism, a little bit angsty, reader is stubborn at first cuz why not, could be missing stuff but oh well
A/N: HIIII, i posted abt me texting my father and ppl told me it was relatable so instead of going to therapy like a normal person i wrote this!! i don’t know if this is weird??? a venting fanfic but i got a couple people tell me they wanted it soooo here we are,,,,i tried to make the issue of why reader and her dad stopped talking loose and up to you but i don’t know if succeeded,,,kinda got carried away !
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You sat in bed, back pushed against the headboard, knees to your chest. Sitting in complete silence with no lights, except for the cracks of dawn gleaming through your half-open blinds. However, you feel contradicted by your fondness of the silence. Your energy was completely drained to nothingness, while simultaneously loathing the way your mind could not be distracted.
You didn’t have much time to contemplate whether you liked sitting with your thoughts as your brain got preoccupied by the sounds of keys opening the door. It was your boyfriend, you knew he’d be home soon but you lost track of time, sitting in your regret as you could hear his failed endeavors at being quiet, a useless attempt in not waking you.
At last, the bedroom door finally opened, and an outline of your boyfriend filled the doorframe. “You're awake—?” Spencer asked, his voice slightly surprised with an element of concern.
You give him a small nod, “I am,”
Although your response was short, and unengaging due to your lack of desire to want to be conversing right now, you were glad if you were talking to anyone at this moment, it was him.
“I texted you after I got off the plane.”
“My phones on do not disturb.”
“Angel, we talked about this. I don't like you having your—”
“I was studying, Spencer.” You say before another word can leave his mouth.
A little taken aback by your successful attempt to cut his safety speech short, he quickly shakes it off because it doesn't take a profiler to see you are upset.
“Okay,” he surrenders, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “What's going on?” Spencer questioned, taking one of your hands in his, and caressing his thumb up and down your skin comfortingly.
Your pupils dart to trace his hands taking in yours. As much as you want to be isolated, the comfort feels better than you convinced yourself it would. Regardless, you still feel this inexplicable urge to shield yourself. Maybe because talking about it makes it more real. Something you so desperately didn't want to be true.
You push your lips together, shrugging your shoulders, “Nothing wrong, just couldn't sleep, I guess.”
Spencer examined your movements before replying. “We don't have to talk about it, but I do not want you to lie to me. I respect if you would rather not talk about how you feel, even if I think you should. If you don't want to, I won't push you. All I ask is you be honest with me about how you feel, okay?”
And with that, tears drown your vision. “Why the fuck do you think I'm lying?” you say as if the only defense to your vulnerability is being hostile.
Your reaction alone was enough for him to get the answer he ought for. “I'm going to go take a shower, I'll let you have alone time,” Spencer stated deciding it was better to not edge you on anymore, before getting up from your shared bed.
“Wait—“ you quickly say, hand attempting to pull him back. “I'm sorry,” all efforts at putting up your ‘I don't care’ facade are now perished. “I don't want you to leave.” is soon also added to your apology.
“Okay, I'm here,” Spencer said softly, coming to standing at the side of the bed, as you moved in front of him, sitting on your knees.
Your arms wrap around his neck, embracing his now-accepted comfort. “I'm sorry,” you whisper again, pulling yourself up to bury your face in the crook of his neck.
“Shh, baby I know, it's okay.” He answered back hands now squeezing your waist gently.
the tears you repressed for hours, finally all come out. You sob into his skin, as Spencer just holds you. “I’m so stupid…” you manage to get out.
“Don't say that,” he whispered.
“I am,” you respond pulling back to look up at him with teary eyes.
His hands wipe away your tears, “You are not stupid, why would you ever say that?”
“I texted my dad,” you confess to him, leaning your head against his hand.
“I know.”
You give him a puzzled stare, shaking your head narrowly. “What?”
“Well,” He said pushing some loose hair behind your ear, “I knew you had been contemplating it for a while. So, when I saw you were upset I made the assumption you finally went for it.”
“Then why did you ask me what happened?”
“I'd like to believe you'll come to me when you're ready. Just because I know something doesn't mean you're ready to talk about it, but when you are, I'm here. I'm always here.”
“Do you think that makes me weak?”
“That you're not ready?”
“That I texted him,”
“No, of course not angel.”
His fingers gently brushed through your hair as he pondered ideas of what to say next, “I think that makes you empathetic, even if you shouldn't be.”
“It's not empathy Spencer, I hate my dad. I hate everything he put me through, I hate the fact I can't escape it—” tears gloss your eyes once again, “I hate that even when I don't talk to him, and I distance myself from his— emotional abuse. He's right there. He's in my head. And-, and I just want to be a good daughter…” and with those last couple of words, tears plunge out from your eyes, glistening as they fall.
Almost robotically Spencer is quick to wipe the moisture collecting on your cheeks, and chin with his thumb. “You are a good daughter, my love.” he coos reassuringly. “But let's say in a hypothetical world where you aren't, do you really owe your father a good daughter after all he's done to you?”
“I just wanted an apology,” You dismiss his question because the answer is not something you want to admit right now. “But instead I was the one who was apologizing, I just— sat in bed. Staring at my phone, as he went on, and on about how much I hurt him,” Your hands desperately claw at his shirt for support, tears begging to be spilled. “But— he hurt me, Spencer, he hurt me.” taking in a deep breath, you continue. “But I just sat there, as he attempted to gaslight and manipulate me, and I'm not stupid I knew. I knew Spencer. I knew what he was doing. And like an idiot, I just apologized. All I could say was I'm sorry. And to some extent, it's true—” You pause to let out a sigh, “I feel selfish, my dad is a narcissist who is incapable of understanding his faults and I'm punishing him for that. I know he's hurting because of me, and even if he's in the wrong he can’t see that.”
“That is not true,” Spencer responded almost immediately making your tight grip on his white button-up loosen. “There are many people who suffer from the same issues as your father, who do not act the way he does. Your asks of him are simple, but he refuses to better himself for you. You can’t blame yourself for his actions, or the way he feels right now, because he did that to himself. It’s not right for you to bash yourself over not being a good daughter when he never did the job of being a good father. You are a great daughter for wanting him to better himself, he’s a bad father for making you feel guilty for that. So please, don’t ever call yourself selfish, stupid, or an idiot, because I am so incredibly proud of you, and everything you've accomplished.”
Tears trickle down your face, looking up at him as you soak in every word he says. “I love you,” are the only words you can manage to get out.
“I love you too sweetheart,” he said softly. “But it is late, and you need rest. Okay?”
You nod, eyelashes battering as you realize just how tired you truly are. “Okay,” you repeat back.
“I'm going to go take a shower now, I'll meet you in bed soon.”
“Spence,” you whine grabbing his hand.
He sighs, with a smile knowing exactly what you were insinuating. “Okay, fine. Come on, let's go.”
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milkywaydrabbles · 7 months
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30° prompt (thighfucking) with Adrian Tepes (female riding his thigh) plsss <3 I LOVED YOUR BREEDING KINK FIC
A/N: screaming into the void ty for loving it I loved it too because it's so RIGHT he WOULD. This req was super fun for Alucard I love him sm ty for asking for it! Hope you enjoy mwuah
CW: thigh riding, smut, pet names, humping
Thigh fucking x Alucard
Tension
That's the best way to describe what's been in the air between you and Alucard all day. Tension. You had woken up in each other's arms, giving each other fluttering kisses until it was no longer deemed innocent, moving to more mischievous territory before the morning was ripped away from both of you with knocks on the castle door and villagers asking for assistance. You groaned, but moved.
Early afternoon came, and you both finally had some respite, Alucard's hands around your waist and his tongue down your throat. You hands inched lower down his abdomen until the peace was ripped away from you again. By Trevor. You had practically pushed passed him while he cackled in your face, talking about being 'hornier than rabbits'.  Alucard nearly chewed him up right then and there.
Evening time came, and all your chores around the village have been done. The people were happy with the process, thanking you both along the way for your assistance. Trevor and Sypha had retired for the evening, needing to keep Sypha well rested for the baby along the way. And well, you and Alucard? Suspicious at bestafter today's antics. In castle's study you found Alucard trying to distract himself with reading. You came behind him with your hands massaging his shoulders, leaning down and kissing the crown on his head. An innocent act. 
But you both knew better. Which is why Alucard stayed on the defense. Heavens forbid you both try to stay intimate with each other. "Darling," he starts "it's early enough where someone might think they need us." You sign, kissing down his temple and pressing your lips next to his ear. "Don't you think it's late enough where we can tell them to come back tomorrow?"
Touche
Alucard leaned his head back, capturing your lips with his and tugging at your arms to come circle the front of the ornate chair he had been sitting in. You gladly do, sitting on his lap and kissing him back with vigor. This is about as far as both of you had been able to get before being interrupted. But now? Silence.
"Adrian, I've needed you all day." You start between kisses, hands tangling into his hair. He lets out a soft moan, shuddering at the thought of you being so desperate for him. "I'm right here, sweetheart." He was done talking after that, taking the liberty to lick at your mouth while you were distracted. You moaned, hands tightening in his hair and clenching around nothing. Your hips moved on their own accord, rubbing against Alucard's thigh trying to gain some friction and ease the throbbing between your legs. 
But that almost made him loose his mind. Alucard gripped at your waist, tensed his thigh, and pushed upwards towards your core. You practically whimpered into his mouth, kiss turning into all tongue and teeth. "So desperate for me, sweetheart" he teased in between  kisses"want me so bad, hm?" You, already dizzy with need could only nod. You rolled your hips against him for good measure. He looked down at where your clothed pussy met his pants and saw the wet patch you had left behind, evidence of your desire for him. Alucard salivated, looking back at you.
"Go ahead and show me how much you want me." 
You couldn't help yourself, too turned on to even think straight. You gyrate your hips on his thigh, pressing yourself down gaining for friction to your clit. "Adrian, fuck, please" you didn't know what you were begging for, you just know you needed him. "Go on my love, use me to get yourself off" he encouraged, helping you move your hips back and forth on him. Alucard continued to flex and push his thigh up to get you where you needed to be. He whispered praises into your ear 'you're doing so well, you look so pretty desperate for me, come on baby I need you' while rocking you back and forth with more vigor. At one point you started bouncing on his thigh, envisioning you were bouncing on his cock instead. You moans were higher pitched, movement getting sloppy. Sure signs of how close you were to your peak.
Alucard doubled his efforts and nibbled on your neck, grinding you down on his thigh and kissing the hickey he left behind. "Look at me, darling. I want to see how you look when you use my thigh to cum" his voice raspy, thick with need. You, barely focused looked at Alucard and he swore he could see the hearts in your eyes. You were practically drooling with want, mouth open and lips glossy with spit. Your eyes were unfocused, just thinking about the need to cum. Alucard had to use all his strength not to rip you off him then and there and stuff you with his cock. You looked so good. "Come on baby, I know you can do it" he whispered, barely audible over the moans and whimpers you were giving him as you got closer to the edge. "Adrian, Adrian, fuck you feel so good" you whined, trying so hard to maintain eye contact. 
"Cum for me my love." 
As if on his command, your orgasm peaked and shuddered through you like a train. Your toes curled, legs shaking as you worked through the earth shattering orgasm. You rambled on thank yous as you came down from your high, Alucard peppering kisses over your face while you trembled on top of him. 
Suddenly you were being hoisted up, legs wrapping around his waist and your cunt pressed against his hardened cock as you walked through the corridors of the castle. 
"I'm not finished with you yet, sweetheart."
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enchantedescapist · 5 days
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Unveiling Desires
Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw! reader
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MY FIRST FIC ON TUMBLR. English is not my first language so be kind luvss , No warnings yet..just fluff Enjoy!💗
You and Theodore had always shared a complicated relationship.... From the moment you first laid eyes on each other in Potions class, there was an undeniable tension between you. But neither of you dared to acknowledge it, opting instead to exchange snide remarks and cold glares whenever your paths crossed.Despite your best efforts to ignore him, Theodore seemed to be everywhere you turned. Whether it was in the library or the courtyard, he was always there, a constant presence that you couldn't shake off.
It was during one of those chance encounters, in the library this time ... You were buried in a pile of books, trying to finish an essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts when Theodore sauntered in, looking equally engrossed in his own work.
You tried to focus on your parchment, but his presence was distracting, to say the least. Every time you glanced up, you found him stealing glances in your direction, his expression unreadable.
Finally, unable to take it anymore, you slammed your quill down and turned to him, annoyance evident in your voice. "What do you want, Nott?"
He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Just studying, same as you."
You rolled your eyes, not buying his act for a second. "Right, because you're such a model student"says sarcastically and sighs "Why do you even have to study on the same table as me when the whole library is empty"
Theodore chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Well, darling, maybe I just enjoy the view from this side of the table"
You let out an exasperated sigh hiding the effect he has on you. "Or maybe you just enjoy tormenting me."
He leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Now, why would I ever do that?"
You shot him a pointed look, not buying his innocent act for a second. "Because you're Theodore Nott, the slytherin manwhore desperate for attention."
He laughed, the sound sending a flutter through your chest that you quickly squashed. "Touché, love. But in all seriousness, I'm here because your company is much more interesting than the solitude of an empty library"
You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Is that so?"says while praying he won't notice the blush on your cheeks.
Theodore nodded, his piercing blue eyes locking with yours in a way that made your heart skip a beat. "Absolutely. Besides, why would i lose to witness your delightful eye rolls and exasperated sighs?"
You couldn't help but smile despite yourself, feeling a warmth spreading through you at his words. "You're impossible, you know that?"
He grinned, flashing you a roguish smile that made your stomach do somersaults. "Guilty as charged."
You felt a flush creeping up your neck at his proximity, cursing yourself for letting him get to you like this. "Well, as long as you're aware of it." you insisted, though the words sounded weak even to your own ears.
He grinned, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you. "Now you will excuse me darling cause i really enjoy the teasing but as a dedicated beater i have a quidditch practise to attend."
With that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face, Theodore gathered up his books and sauntered out of the library, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a newfound sense of confusion.
As the days passed, you couldn't shake the memory of that encounter from your mind. And try as you might, you couldn't deny the growing attraction you felt towards Theodore Nott, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself otherwise.
It all came to a head at the evening during a Ravenclaw-Slytherin Quidditch match. You were cheering on your house team from the stands when you noticed Theodore winking at someone , while following his gaze you notice he winked at a girl from Slytherin.
A pang of jealousy shot through you at the sight, catching you off guard. You tried to brush it off, reminding yourself that you had no claim over Theodore, but the feeling lingered, refusing to be ignored.
After the game full of jealousy and anger at the loss of your team ,before you knew it, you were marching down the pitch towards him, determination fueling your steps. When you reached him, you grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn and face you.
"Well, well, what's got you charging at me like a Hippogriff on a rampage?" he asked with an annoying smirk, his eyes dancing with a sarcastic amusement.
You opened your mouth to deny it, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you found yourself blurting out the truth."Don't play dumb, Nott. I saw you eyeing that Slytherin girl during the match."
His smirk widened, and he leaned back slightly, as if reveling in your annoyance. "Oh, did you now? And here I thought you were too focused on your own team's loss to notice."
Sighs on frustration . "This isn't a joke, Theodore and dont try to change the subject what kind of player is flirting literally during the game huh."says pretending that the reason of this outburst is his "unethical"wink.
He shrugged nonchalantly, though you could see a hint of amusement in his eyes. "And what if I was? Are you jealous?"
You huffed, trying to mask the twinge of envy that gnawed at you. "N-! And what if i was?!" feeling the heat more and more with every passing minute.
Theodore's eyebrows shot up, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, you really are jealous! Wait, why would you be jealous?"
You scowled, shoving your hands into your pockets and avoiding his gaze."I'm not jea—" Before you could finish your sentence, Theodore's hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him. Before you could protest, his lips crashed against yours in a sudden, passionate kiss.
Your eyes widened in surprise at first, but then you found yourself melting into the kiss, your hands instinctively finding their way to his chest. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of his lips against yours and the rapid beating of your heart.
When Theodore finally pulled away, you were left breathless, your mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. He smirked down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You don't have to be, you know." he said, his voice low and husky. "You know all this tention...there's this constant craving that I can't shake off. No matter how much I try to resist, you're the one I yearn for, the one I ache for in the depths of my soul. You're the temptation I can't resist, the desire that consumes me entirely."
You could only nod dumbly and look at hin in awe, still trying to process what had just happened. But as Theodore took your hand chuckling and led you away from the crowded pitch, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to this complicated relationship than you had ever imagined.
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