#the society imagine

[s1ater]

hell v heaven.

pairings. harry bingham x fem!reader

about. reader gets scolded by her friend only for harry to defend her

warnings. swearing

from ricky's mailbox to yours. I don't expect anything from this, I just wanted to post because I miss this damn show

west ham was always ordinarily boring and filled to the brim with people who had their pockets filled with more than enough money to know what to do with.

your life was a repetitive process and ran on a schedule that really never changed unless you chose to eat breakfast for once in your life, which you never really did--or take your mom up on the offer to go on walks—which you also really never did.

the day you got off that bus and found no parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, or even siblings was a day you couldn’t help but sigh in relief with finding a loss of obligations and responsibilities. you felt a lift from your shoulders and a greatness fill your chest as you finally let go and fell from your schedule.

but it wasn’t funny and you were no longer having any fun the moment you discovered your situation was permanent and a forest had overgrown all roads and tracks out of this new found nightmare of yours.

“you think god's trying to teach us a lesson?” you looked up from your book seeing your friend maddie who had her lips pressed into a thin line, still trying to figure out this whole predicament.

even as this was a nightmare and you weren’t used to change, you found yourself leaning away from getting caught up in caring so much or getting too emotional about it. you figured you could be in worse situations and at least you were still alive.

“i don’t think it’s that deep,” you mumbled carelessly, flipping the page to your book, not sparing another glance to her till she stands up with a huff and grumble, clenching and unclenching her fists while exiting harry’s living room.

but then she felt herself flipping around, facing you and your slightly confused expression, “what’s your problem?”

you frowned a little deeper as she stood before you with her poised posture, seeming more angered than you had ever seen her, “what?-” you shared a look with harry who seemed just as lost as you did before she cut you off.

“because ever since we discovered we’re trapped here it seems like you couldn’t give a damn and it’s really pissing me off,” she exhaled roughly with her chest puffing in and out with air, like she had been waiting a long time to say this. “you’re not here for anyone and i haven’t heard you cry once either, y/n.”

“you want me.. you want me to cry?” you raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback.

“yes, y/n, because i’m really close to thinking you’re a sociopath-”

“woah, woah, woah, maddie” harry shook his head with his lips deeply curved downwards, “shut up.”

“don’t tell me to ‘shut up’ harry.”

“don’t be a cunt, maddie,” he scoffs, looking at her as if she were a fool. his stare is harsh and she even slowly begins to feel like one with how hard and taunting his eyes are.

if harry had a skill in something, it'd be his way of looking down on people and making them feel his disgust and repulsion toward them. harry had to be one of the most arrogant people you had met, but at least his arrogance came in handy in situations where you needed defense.

"whatever, harry," she rolls her eyes at him, trying to push off the sickening feeling he pushed on to her. "you two deserve each other, especially if you're both enjoying this little vacation we were gifted."

harry sits in the grey chair maddie previously sat in, "you okay?"

"yeah, I'm good."

“you sure?”

you look up to him, finally meeting his dialed in expression that was genuine and curious to your well being.

strange.

it was things like this that gave you somewhat joy that you no longer had a schedule, that kept you from hating your new reality.

west ham turning upside down revealed a lot about your fellow classmates and even best friend’s character, as seen seconds ago. you couldn’t decipher whether or not you found joy in the fact of that, but right now, with harry sitting across from you and close to reach out to you, was something you knew you enjoyed.

before, in your tight knit schedule, harry didn’t fit in it. he was only a family friend you saw at birthdays and conjoined vacations since the beginning of your memory, but nothing more.

“yeah, i’m sure,” you pressed your lips into a thin line.

“i don’t think she understands people handle grief differently,” he looks sympathetic but drops any attempt to move closer with a reach of comfort upon realization that you were really fine.

“you think i’m in grief?”

he pauses, doesn’t look at you for a minute with silence as he narrows his eyebrows before looking up to meet your eyes, “i mean, aren’t we all?”

aren’t we all?

jesus, maybe you were a sociopath.

“i-uh-“

“y/n,” he stops you, shaking his hand. “when-when my father died, i didn’t think it was real. all these people came up to me, your parents, all would walk up, apologize, offer their condolences, but i never really understood. what was the big deal?—just a death, right?”

he offers an awkward smile with a glance through his eyelashes, before looking back to his carpet, “thing was, i didn’t realize that that death, was my fathers death—i mean i did, my body didn’t. i was in denial.”

silence. you both think about his words.

the way he spoke was really smart--it surprised you that it was him that they were coming from. not only did you start to enjoy his company, but his words...

“i shouldn’t have-“

“no,” you cut him from his potential regret in sharing. you knew that took a lot from him. “maybe you're right… or maybe maddie is. maybe i really am a sociopath.”

"y/n, that's an insane thing to say," he shakes his head, still looking down, but now at his hands as he begins to rub them together. "everyone handles grief differently," he repeats, "especially something like this; especially something that feels nowhere near real."

you stare at harry, blinking, while he stares back at you with a thin-lipped smile. you felt your chest tighten to an extreme as you continued to watch, thinking about his words that tumble around in your head. you somehow couldn't grasp it; the reassurance. but rather... you were more hung up on the matter that it was him saying such kind words to you.

everyone knew harry was the biggest asshole in west ham and he had no shame in it. everyone would call you a liar is you ever exposed the conversation; harry didn't have a nice bone in his body, so how was it that he had just created one of the nicest convos you had ever had with anyone?

your chest pulls into a ball even more. you feel like you can't breathe.

what was happening to you?

you hadn't felt a pang of sadness till now.

"you okay?"

you hate that question.

"yeah, i'm okay."

"you sure?" he's leaning towards you, his eyes prying.

you feel the pressure intensify, but this time around your eyes as if something had the need to be forced out.

fuck, not now.

"y/n, woah," he's quick to come closer to you, now kneeling before you with his hands on your face.

“i shouldn’t be crying-“

he shushes you as he tries his best to clear your face from the salty tears that begin to run down your cheeks like a hill. he smiles lightly to your embarrassment while shaking his head, “crying is fine.”

“i feel bad.”

“for what?”

“harry, i don’t even feel bad about them being gone,” you sniff, wiping your face from the wetness quickly. “i feel bad about you and your father and everything.”

“oh?” he seems caught off guard about this, taking a step back from your distraught stare. “why?”

you stare over at him with wide doe eyes, something that looks like fear for the matter of having to provide an explanation. you glance to the side, also leaning away from him, bracing yourself to answer. you feel even more choked up, like your throat had been clogged and stuffed with toilet paper--or whatever it was to help you not speak.

"my parents-" you sniff, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "god, I hated my parents--so I'm not sorry that I'm not sad about something that is ultimately a blessing... but I am sorry that this has happened to you... all of you."

he stares. he feels as if he's about to explode.

"I'm sorry, harry--that you had to lose your father and your mother as fast as you did," you shake your head, "I'm sorry that you think that that's how I feel about my own parents."

why does he feel like this?

his hand is mid air, reaching to clasp his chest as if consoling his heart, but it doesn't goes as far to make contact.

he feels strange. he doesn't know how to cope with someone he has known for so long revealing what must have been the biggest burden on their shoulders, hidden in plain sight from him, as well as gushing about sympathy for him--he hates that.

as for the other thing; harry had known you since the beginning of time, he knew your parents since the beginning of time. you were both absorbed within the same lifestyle but the two of you were never anything more than acquaintances.

he found it strange that he could see your life so clearly like it was his own, but it seemed that was only the surface of a glass window that only you and your family allowed people to see.

"y/n, you're not a sociopath," he finally says, "sociopaths don't feel sympathy for other people. you're just in a difficult situation that no kid will understand because their parents are their heroes."

he pinches the bridge of his nose, finally looking up to you, "you also shouldn't feel bad for me."

you looked at him confused, urging him to explain.

"none of us are saints, y/n. somehow i think we all deserve this," he runs a hand down the front of his face. "you... you're just somehow better than the rest of us, this is a vacation god has granted you."

you stifle a laugh, shaking your head.

he smiles in return before dropping his face into a softer expression, reaching for your hand, "you good?"

"yeah, i'm good," you nod.

"good," he squeezes your hand. "enjoy heaven while you have it."

#the society #alex fitzalan #alex fitzalan x reader #alex fitzalan imagine #harry bingham imagine #harry bingham x reader #harry bingham #the society imagine #the wilds #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #angst #allie pressman #kelly aldrich

[llamaqueenprompt]

Hope is For You

Characters: Harry Bingham, Reader

Not Requested

Word Count: 428

Inspiration: Hopefulness is like a drug. It’s hard to escape the addiction of hoping.

Y/n's arrival in West Ham marked a turning point for its residents, especially for one Harry Bingham. The mysterious atmosphere that surrounded him seemed to dissipate in Y/n's presence, as if her laughter carried the antidote to the somber clouds that hung over the town.

One day, as Y/n explored the town square, she spotted Harry sitting alone on a bench, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. Undeterred by his enigmatic aura, she approached him with her trademark bright smile.

"Mind if I join you?" Y/n asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Harry looked up, surprised by the interruption. "Sure, have a seat."

As they began talking, Y/n's optimism clashed with Harry's stoicism, creating a unique dynamic that neither could resist. Amidst the peculiar events that had unfolded in West Ham, their banter and laughter became a refreshing break from the mysteries that shrouded the town.

Days turned into nights, and Y/n and Harry found themselves drawn to each other. Their shared adventures became a respite from the peculiarities of the society they lived in. They explored the town's hidden corners, discovering a sense of normalcy in the midst of the abnormal.

In the quiet moments, hope seemed to weave its threads around their hearts. Y/n, with her contagious enthusiasm, brought a lightness to Harry's world that he hadn't known was missing. He, in turn, offered her a sense of security amidst the uncertainties of West Ham.

One evening, under the soft glow of a streetlamp, Harry took Y/n's hand. The warmth of their entwined fingers sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. In that simple gesture, they acknowledged the unspoken truth – hope, like a drug, had become an addiction they were more than willing to embrace.

"Hopefulness is like a drug," Harry mused, his eyes locking onto Y/n’s. "It's hard to escape the addiction of hoping."

Y/n smiled, her gaze unwavering. "Maybe that's not such a bad thing. Maybe hope is what we need to get through all of this."

As they strolled through the quiet streets, the shadows of the past seemed to fade away. The town, with its peculiarities, became a backdrop for their love story. In the soft glow of the moon, they embraced the hopefulness that had become their shared drug – a pocketful of hope that they carried with them into the uncertain future of West Ham. And in each other, they found a source of strength, a reason to face the mysteries that lay ahead with a newfound sense of optimism.

#imagine #x reader #one shot #imagines #the society x reader #the society imagine #the society #harry bingham #harry bingham x reader #harry bingham imagine

[youngfcs]

— Rami Malek (as Elliot)+Rachel Keller crackship | Mr. Robot AU

“You’re right. I hate people. I’m scared of them. I’ve been scared of them practically my whole life. People I loved, people I trusted have done their absolute worst to me. And for a long time, that’s all I ever knew. (...)  But then there are some people out there…and it doesn’t happen a lot, it’s rare, but they refuse to let you hate them. In fact, they care about you in spite of it.”

#rami malek #rami malek gif #rami malek crackship #crackship #crackship gif #rachel keller #rachel keller gif #rachel keller crackship #mr robot #mr robot gif #mr robot imagine #the society #the society gif #the society imagine #legion #legion gif #rami malek imagine

[sunny-hail]

hi! I’m 22 and I’ve had about 12 years of roleplaying experience. I am currently wanting to get back into writing, so I’m searching for long-term writing partners who are interested in roleplaying doubles! 

-I’m only looking for partners who are interested in creating a plot together, where we brainstorm ideas, and create something fun together! In our stories I’d love for there to be lots of twists, turns, and drama!  

-I’m not too picky about length, but I typically write 3-4 paragraphs. When it comes to writing smut, I don’t go into detail, and typically fade to black. 

-All I ask is that you’re also female and +20 ! :) 

-The fandoms I am interested in writing for are 

Buffy the vampire slayer (Spike x my oc)

the society (Campbell x my oc)

the losers club from IT! (Richie x my oc)

I am also completely fine with writing for celebrities or just oc’s. I also really enjoyed doing plots with alternate universes as well. (Putting other characters from certain fandoms into different movies or tv shows has always been a favorite of mine!) 

-If you’re interested message me here or on discord! rosedust7#8308

#harry potter rp #the hunger games rp #one direction roleplay #the 1975 roleplay #buffy the vampire slayer roleplay #Btvs roleplay #the losers club roleplay #writing partner ad #writing partners needed #discord roleplay #discord rp #roleplay finder #doubles roleplay #the society #the society imagine #the society roleplay #spike Buffy #spike x reader #writing partners #roleplay partners #semi literate roleplay #discord roleplays #roleplay ad #rp finder #harry styles roleplay #Buffy the vampire slayer imagines #Buffy roleplay #Buffy

[lixxpix]

forbidden fruit - nishimura riki

slytherin!niki x ravenclaw!reader

warnings: hogwarts au, pureblood/muggleborn society, use of slur "mudblood", a lot of angst, betrayal, lots of swearing, fluff, use of third person pov, niki's friends basically being assholes, threats and mentions of death, can get a bit dark at times i guess, idk man idk how to write tws

genre: coming of age, enemies(ok not really but society issues and stuff) to friends to enemies to lovers, hogwarts au

status: coming soon... (taglist open!)

author's note: aaa i'm so excited for this omd >< taglist is open for this fic!

sneak peek...

"you really think i would make friends with a mudblood?" he sneered, upper lip curling up in disgust as you shrank backwards, his friends smirking at your heartbroken expression.

"i-"

"filthy mudblood."

two words snarled at you. two words that broke your fragile glass heart as you crumpled, leaving you heartbroken and hurt. two words that completely destroyed whatever friendship the two of you had managed to build up, leaving only ruin in it's wake.

@capri-cuntz @vixialuvs @enhagvrl @judeduartewannabe @livnmsy @heeseungspookie @ming-h0e @istphanie @soobs-things @kangseulgithegreat @hohohobo @asteria-wood @belowbun @gudkc @hearts4itoshi @saintriots @mora134340 @riksaes @ak-aaa-li @strawberrymilkyum @heart4hees @lovleybahiyyih @yjsunzi @yoonzns @firstclassjaylee @baekxo07 @rk1stars @luminouskalopsia @wonniesverse @starseungs @sleepdeprivedline @soobiary @kpop-fanatic-lover16 

@capri-cuntz @vixialuvs @enhagvrl @judeduartewannabe @livnmsy @heeseungspookie @ming-h0e @istphanie @soobs-things @kangseulgithegreat @hohohobo @asteria-wood @belowbun @gudkc @hearts4itoshi @saintriots @mora134340 @riksaes @ak-aaa-li @strawberrymilkyum @heart4hees @lovleybahiyyih @yjsunzi @yoonzns @firstclassjaylee @baekxo07 @rk1stars @luminouskalopsia @wonniesverse @starseungs @sleepdeprivedline @soobiary @kpop-fanatic-lover16 

(i'm so so sorry if the tags aren't woking, i'm fixing it TT taglist is still open tho!) (some people might get re-tagged multiple times in this but so sorry for the false alarm, i'm just trying to get the tags to work)

#enhypen #enhypen niki #nishimura riki #riki x reader #riki nishimura x reader #hogwarts au #angst #betrayal #pureblood society #pureblood culture #fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen au #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen angst

[gnome-punk]

Artist credit:

#ursula k. le guin #hopepunk #hope punk #solar punk #solarpunk #futurism #climate and environment #climate action #climate hope #climate chaos #clean energy #capitalist society #capitalism #capitalist dystopia #resistance #faith in the future #economic justice #workers rights #imagine better

[cosmicstarlatte]

MC's Livestream (Obey Me!)

MC: Welcome to my criiiiiib! [Trips and the camera cuts]

---

MC: ANYWAY let's explore!

We got BIG daddy in the house! [Close up of Lucifer reading before he notices and gives that death glare]

[Camera tries to focus on Mammon] Over here on this couch is our favorite little convict! Probably on house arrest! ("Oi! They got nothing!")

[Shakily zooms in on Levi's door] You do not go there. You never go there. It's very haunted, you can hear moaning every night.

Oh hey Satan! [Satan waves as he passes] That folks is our resident furry! [Camera gets knocked to the floor and viewers see MC running from Satan]

Woah the whore is actually home! Hi Asmo! [Zooms in on Asmo on his phone, he flicks off the camera but then smiles and blows a kiss] For the love of Dia I wanna be him so bad. Literal goals.

[Camera slightly zooms in on Beel in the kitchen] Crikey! Look at that beautiful beast feeding! Let's try to take a closer look though!

[Camera cuts off and on again,MC is covered in pudding, screaming and running from a rabid Beel]

[Close up of a snoozing Belphie] See guys he's not so scary! [MC pinches his cheeks] Haha tiny cow go moo moo! [Belphie opens his eyes and grabs MCs hand] "What are you doing? Actually you know what-"

[Belphie grabs the camera and the stream cuts off]

⬦You might also like: Reality Show (Bros)︱Reality Show (Dateables)

#I imagined my oc doing this because he is an absolute menace to society #obey me shitpost #obey me crack #obey me humor #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #cosmic posty post #om! mc enzo content #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹ #shitpostcifer

[mean-strawberry]

I AM ONCE AGAIN BEGGING 😭 PLEASE WRITE FOR THESE MEN FOR GOOD LUCK AND WHATEVER Y’ALL NEED IN LIFE RIGHT NOW

#matias recalt #society of the snow #enzo vogrincic #esteban kukuriczka #Fran Romero #fanfic #matias recalt imagine

[juan-francisco-palencia]

Quotable quotes.

"Among thousands of daily thoughts and words, be grateful to the one who thinks of you".

—  Juan Francisco Palencia.

#writers on tumblr #spilled ink #attempt at poetic action. #juan francisco palencia #louisville #writing #quotable quotes #reflexions of my life #feelings #imagines #poets on tumblr #impressions #life philosophy #love poem #new poets society #contemporary philosophy portal #love quote of the day #autumn 2023 #spilled thoughts #she and me #words from the bottom of the heart #from mexico to the universe #light academia #writerblr

[voglatte]

dios mío, acabo de ver que estás aceptando pedidos y tengo uno para Francisco! — si puedes y quieres escribir, ¡claro!

podrías escribir un escenario en el que él y la lectora pasen mucho tiempo juntos, especialmente toda la mañana en la cama; complacerse y disfrutar de la compañía del otro. — Después de pasar días alejada del rodaje de la película, Fran quiere aprovechar al máximo su tiempo con ella.

es un escenario lindo, y si quieres agregar obscenidad, ¡siéntete libre y me encantaría!

⊹ ┊LOVER ꒱ .ﾟ

↷ ˊ- pairing: francisco romero x f!reader.

warnings: +18, fluff, smut, fingering, nipple play?, oral (recibe ella), (leer bajo su responsabilidad).

• dani’s typing… ! amo esta clase de pedidos, además el fran tan lindo literal es un sol.

no había otra cosa que más le gustara a fran que pasar tiempo con su novia, enredados bajo las sábanas blancas de su cama y sintiendo piel contra piel, como lo estaban ahora. ya había pasado un tiempo alejado de ti por el rodaje de la película en la que formaba parte y esto hacía que disfrutara al máximo tu compañía en lo que restaba de sus días libres como hoy.

para ti era relajante estar acostada sobre su pecho mientras escuchabas los latidos de su corazón y las caricias que dejaba en tu cintura. extrañabas esos momentos íntimos con él y sabías que le pasaba lo mismo.

“esperaba tener estos momentos con vos” su voz sonaba adormilada pero aún con ese característico tono dulce que era único.

“yo también” no querías abrir los ojos, sabía que te ibas a encontrar con la luz solar que se mezclaba por las cortinas de la habitación.

en realidad estabas muy feliz por el, tal vez alguna que otra lagrima rodó por tu mejilla al momento en que le dijeron que había obtenido el papel, parecía un rayo de luz que iluminaba todo tu ser y no dejarías que nadie lo apagase. aunque si te sentías un poco triste que no pudieses pasar tanto tiempo con él, pero era su trabajo.

aún así nunca dejaron de disfrutar los momentos cortos que tenían siempre salía alguna cena o una película en la cual ambos se quedaban dormidos.

“¿qué pensás, beba? su mano hizo que subieras tu rostro y abriendo un poco los ojos, chocaste con esa mirada azulada.

“que te extraño mucho” dijiste cortamente antes de repartir besos por toda su cara sin dejar algún lugar por besar. notabas cierto rubor en sus mejillas lo que te hizo sonreír porque se veía adorable más sus cabellos dorados que se encontraban despeinados bajo la luz del sol que entraba.

no supiste en qué momento de todos los mimos que se andaban dando, ambos terminaron en un beso algo caótico.

sentías tu labio palpitar por las mordidas que fran dejaba pero luego recorría con su lengua, su mano bajaba cada vez más con sus delgados dedos tocando en los lugares correctos que hacían erizar tu piel.

tu ropa de dormir básicamente era una camisa que te quedaba algo grande de tu novio junto la ropa interior, no hacía falta nada más para sentirte cómoda.

lo que fue mejor para él ya que su mano pudo escabullirse tranquilamente debajo de su camisa para amasar tus senos, torturando de a poco tu pezón.

aprovechó de quitar la única prenda de ropa que tenías dejándote solo con tu ropa interior, sonrió antes de besar tus labios y dejar un camino baboso por tu cuello.

sus dedos buscaron tu intimidad sin dejar de besar tu piel mientras dejabas salir tus gemidos ahogados, francisco siempre te hacía sentir como una reina.

gruñó cuando su boca bajó por tus senos y sus dedos sintieron lo empapada que estabas, corrió un poco la ropa interior a un lado y acaricio tu entrada necesitada.

“dale, no seas malo” dijiste entrecortada, la combinación de su boca con su mano te estaban llevando a otro nivel.

“¿hm?” su boca empezó a jugar con tus pezones conjunto a su mano que antes estaba utilizando, no era sorpresa que a fran le encantaba tus senos ya que se la pasaba con una mano debajo del brasier amasando o dejando marcas.

se quedó un momento pegado a ellos, tu mano solamente jalaban su cabello dándole a entender que te gustaba hasta lo acercabas más.

su mano dejó de trabajar en tu pezón y bajando de a poco se encontró con tu panty, la cual ayudaste a bajar cuando te dió dos palmadas en el muslo.

“soy toda tuya” y con esas tres palabras los largos dedos de fran empezaron a hacer su trabajo, subían y bajaban por toda tu intimidad regando tu excitación, a veces dejando movimientos circulares en tu clítoris.

su cabeza reposó en tu muslo mientras mantenías las piernas abiertas y sin ninguna advertencia metió sus dedos en tu abertura, sacándote un chillido.

“sos mía, beba” sus dedos entraban y salían lentamente, sin hacer ningún esfuerzo por hacerlo rápido.

disfrutaban del momento, tu cabeza andaba dando vueltas mientras tu cabello se esparcía por toda la almohada. el chapoteo de tu excitación, tus gemidos y los suaves susurros de fran te estaban llevando al límite.

te sacó otro chillido al sentir su lengua caliente en tu clítoris, pasando rápidamente a chupadas.

ahora sus dedos si decidieron ir más rápido causando que salieran más gemidos de tu parte. aún así sentías las vibraciones de sus zumbidos en tu clítoris haciendo que tus ojos quedaran en blanco.

“m-me vengo” dijiste entrecortada, todo el aire se te estaba yendo de los pulmones.

“hacelo, bonita” con las vibraciones de sus palabras y sus dedos tocando tu punto dulce, tus piernas temblaron al igual que todo tu cuerpo mientras repetías su nombre varias veces.

sin ningún problema te limpió toda con su lengua dejando un beso corto en tu intimidad mientras subía su rostro para quedar con el tuyo, se notaba un poco de baba junto con tu excitación en su barbilla y lo limpiaste un poco.

“te adoro, entendelo” sus penetrantes ojos azules se complementaron con los tuyos y le diste un beso corto.

“yo también, nene” ahora le diste un beso un poco más largo donde empezó una nueva guerra de lenguas “¿segundo round?” reíste, dejando su cuerpo debajo del tuyo.

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by ﹫ VOGLATTE ╱ en realidad me encantó cómo quedó aún así me disculpo porque es mi primera vez haciendo smut (si hay algo que mejorar recibiré críticas constructivas) pronto estaré subiendo pedidos, etc… bye!

#francisco romero #francisco romero x reader #imagine #society of the snow #la sociedad de la nieve #enzo vogrincic #matias recalt #francisco romero fanfic #francisco romero smut #voglatte post .ᐟ

[mrkspo]

❝ We're kissing in the bathroom girl, and, uh I hope nobody catch us But I kinda hope they catch us, anyway. ❞

𖥔 ₊ ֗ actress!reader x actor!enzo, enemies to lovers, pequeno age gap [leitora tem entre 23-25 anos], smut, public e mirror sex, sexo sem proteção [ não pode 🙅🏻‍♀️], pet names, spanking, hair pulling, um pouquinho de espanhol, a reader tem descendência brasileira [ tipo a neta da atriz brasileira Maria Gladys mas sem ser nepobaby ], reader não é nada modesta, uma pequena referência a daddy issues

𝓪/𝓷: primeira vez que eu tô escrevendo com alguém fora do kpop, espero que gostem meus amores 🤭😘 revisado mas pode conter erros

Era para ser mais uma premiere, sua segunda premiere na verdade.

Falavam que era a nova revelação de Hollywood, depois de atuar em alguns filmes independentes e finalmente estrelar em uma grande produção todos queriam você e sua atuação impecável. Você definia seu próprio trabalho como impecável.

Quando chega ao tapete vermelho, na frente do teatro que assistiriam ao seu mais novo trabalho, as câmeras não demoram a apontar para a sua presença. Na internet as pessoas comentavam, sobre seu vestido Valentino vintage, sobre sua aura, seus momentos em que falava em português e também sobre o seu parceiro nesse novo filme. Novo queridinho das garotas com problemas com o pai, você particularmente não via nada demais em Enzo e ele também não ia tanto com sua cara.

As gravações do filme não foram desconfortáveis, não é que tinham pouca química, mas tinha algo no homem que a incomodava, talvez fosse o perfume amadeirado que odiava, o cabelo espesso e escuro que o davam um certo charme ou até mesmo o jeito que sorria sapeca. Na verdade nada aquilo a incomodava, até gostava desses detalhes. E isso te fez perceber que toda a química que todos juravam ter visto entre vocês dois foi totalmente sua culpa, talvez assim como sua personagem nerd estereotipada que odiava o popular da faculdade, seu coração amoleceu mais.

Não estava apaixonada, definitivamente não, mas sentia uma certa atração, um certo desejo toda vez que via ele.

Enzo por sua vez te desprezava, sabia da atração que você sentia por ele e a desprezava muito por isso. Era uma garota mais nova, uma novata boba e arrogante mas com talento. Mas ele também não podia negar, sentia muita atração por você. Pelo seu jeitinho despreocupado, não se importando com nada ao seu redor, como você se achava a maior. Era extremamente atraente para ele.

Enzo chega ao tapete vermelho, os fotógrafos gritam para poder fazer uma foto de vocês dois juntos. Ele se aproxima o suficiente para fazerem as fotos que tanto pediram. "Mais perto Enzo! Está fugindo dela?" um dos fotógrafos grita e todos ao redor soltam uma risada. O uruguaio solta um suspiro e abraça sua cintura, ele sorri para as câmeras e você faz o mesmo. O atores coadjuvantes se arrumam ao lado dos dois para a foto conjunta do elenco e ele aproveita a bagunça ao redor para sussurrar algo no seu ouvido; "Me encontre no corredor do banheiro antes do filme começar, quero conversar com você nena." Os fotógrafos não perdem a chances, os cliques e flashes pioram três vezes mais com essa interação.

Você sorri, mas no fundo está um pouco nervosa com esse homem ao seu lado.

Quando as fotos no tapete vermelho acabam você praticamente corre para dentro do teatro, curiosa para saber o que ele queria fala tanto com você. Não vai de primeira até o corredor, para um pouco antes dele para respirar e controlar o nervosismo mas Enzo já estava lá, ele conseguiu te ver do ponto onde estava. Os olhos castanhos dele escurecem, te hipnotiza, te chamam para perto.

– Você veio, realmente estava torcendo para que você viesse. – E porque eu não viria?

Ele encosta as costas na parede e coloca o indicador no queixo, como se estivesse pensando. – Talvez porque eu te deixo nervosa.

Você ri, "isso é um ridículo!". Quer negar até a morte, mas se até ele já percebeu imagine as outras pessoas, o público. Prefere se manter calada.

– ¿Que pasó bebé? Te chamei aqui para algumas dicas de português mas parece que te deixei sem palavras, certo? – Ele se aproxima de você, perigosamente perto demais de você, com o deboche presente em tudo que fala. Quer cometer uma loucura, gritar com ele, beijar-lo ou algo do tipo, você só não aguenta reprimir mais aquele desejo. – Tengo muchas palabras en mi vocabulario, vagabundo 'sin vergonha. – Abrasileira ao máximo o xingamento no final da frase, sabe que ele não vai entender o que disse e prefere não falar mais nada então vira de costas para ele e sai.

Ou não.

Ele segura o seu pulso antes que consiga avançar pelo corredor, te trás para perto dele novamente. Uma mão na sua cintura, a outra no seu rosto. Sorri da forma mais cafajeste possível e te beija, mas não é qualquer beijo, não, é "o beijo". Aquele de cinema, tirando o fato de não ser falso e muito menos romântico, mas era tão gostoso que ignorava a sensação de não existir uma "paixão" ali. Ele te leva até o banheiro feminino, não perde tempo, olha para você buscando aprovação para o próximo ato. Enzo te vira de costas para ele, faz você encarar o próprio reflexo no espelho daquele lugar, "Você gosta disso não é? Garotinha suja", passeia com as mãos pelo seu corpo e sobe o seu vestido até a sua cintura. Você só consegue sorrir, como se estivesse chapada, mas realmente não passa mais nada pela sua cabeça. Está boba, bêbada de tesão e só quer um pau para poder se aliviar.

– Enzo, por favor, por favor! – Ele sabe que o seu apelo é para poder enterrar o pau nela, mas ignora, fingi que não ouviu sua voz fininha implorando por um pouco de pica. Ele segura a sua bunda com força, observa a pele morena ficar vermelha com o aperto. Então um tapa é transferido em uma das bandas.

– Você sabe que não me dou bem com vadias como você. Mas só eu sei o quanto você me provocou. Mesmo que você não fizesse nada, era uma provocação para mim.

Mais um tapa. A esse ponto você se debruça mais sobre a pia, empinando a bundinha para receber os tapas direito. – Você é tão suja nena. A mão grande do uruguaio brinca com sua entrada por cima do tecido rendado da calcinha, "você é quente, até demais".

Você ouve o o barulho do cinto sendo desfeito, consegue ver pelo espelho como ele pega o pau que parece tão pesado e bombeia. Sente as mãos dele novamente passeando pelo seu corpo, parando na barra da tua calcinha e descendo ela devagarinho, sensual. Ele provoca sua entrada, pincela um pouco do pré-gozo, misturando sua excitação com a dele. Só faz colocar a cabecinha gorda para dentro, sua boca já abre em um 'O' perfeito, "tsk, está agindo como uma virgenzinha, nena.", ele brinca. Você não demora para levar tudo, até o talo. Então ele começa a estocar, devagar e fundo, nesse ritmo torturante; você pede por mais, ele ri e diz que vai te dar mais. Vai aumentando a velocidade, os dedos brincam com o seu pontinho sensível. Desiste de todas as tentativas de fechar os olhinhos, "Quiero que veas lo sucia que estás, puta." ele te degrada. Enzo só aumenta a velocidade das estocadas, sabem que o filme já está passando então não se preocupam se alguém vai ouvir os barulhos molhados ecoando do banheiro feminino, mas no fundo você até queria que alguém aparecesse ali e vissem vocês dois naquela situação. Não demora muito, você começa a tremer, se debruça mais ainda naquela pia buscando o próprio ápice, fecha os olhos novamente mas logo é impedida. Enzo puxa o seu cabelo, te fazendo encostar no peitoral dele. – Já esqueceu o que eu te disse nena? Fique de olhos abertos, putinha. Você já começa a se contorcer, o melhor ápice da sua vida chega e ele descarrega tudo em você também. – No no no, déjalo como está. – Ele se refere ao líquido escorrendo pela sua perna, ainda bem que o vestido longo vai esconder essa bagunça.

Você escuta alguém chamando o seu nome do lado de fora, era sua gerente, ela pergunta o quê aconteceu para você ficar tanto tempo no banheiro, inventa uma desculpa, "estava vomitando, acho que comi algo ruim antes de vir para cá." ou algo do tipo. Mas você sai dali, trocando os pés por causa do orgasmo recente, sabendo que Enzo Vogrincic ainda estava escondido naquele banheiro. Você ri, no final das contas, alguém realmente quase pegou vocês "se beijando" no banheiro.

#enzo vogrincic #enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic smut #enzo vogrincic fanfic #enzo vogrincic one shot #enzo vogrincic imagine #la sociedad de la nieve #lsdln #the society of the snow #Spotify

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

A Martyr From the Ashes

For everyone in the fandom saying saying that Danny thinks Martian ManHunter is cooler than Superman, we don't really see it all that much in writing.

I'mma try and fix that...

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The Martian Book of Legends held the heroic tale of Saint Da'han'yul Fen'tuun of Mars, a sickly albino priest of a small town that held marriages, sermons regarding life and how it should be enriched and lived to its fullest, and specialized in funerals that used cremations with fire, a feat thought to be physically impossible by the masses. As people saw him look into the flames without fear while others cowered, rumors spread that the young man was blessed by H'ronmeer himself, the Martian God of Fire, Life, and Death.

People spoke about how Da'han'yul turned down all attempts at courtship, for he had decided to dedicate his life to bring light in the darkest times to all lives in the name of his God. He was a thing of beauty with a gentle soul and shy demeanor, even the Red and Green skinned who had still held a firm belief on the caste system could not deny his charm. How the terminally ill Martian carried on his mission with a smile, nobody knew.

However, tragedy struck on the day that should have spelled the beginning of the end for the Martian people. A parasitic species had invaded the Martian Homeworld and was causing untold havoc. As civilians fled from the threat and prepared a counter offensive, it was Da'han'yul Fen'tuun who charged into the danger headfirst to save his people from becoming prey.

As others pleaded for him to run away, in a great bright flash of light, a gigantic Martian loomed over the enemy emerged where the ill Martian stood, coated in flames in a form they've never seen before with a halo and body that burned a haunting green.

The deafening silence still held as the enormous creature brought a massive fist on the giant pale walker that was destroying homes. A wave of its hand sent a wall of green flames raced towards the foot soldiers, reducing them to ash while his people and buildings were not harmed in any form without an ounce fear of these fires the creature used to purge the enemy. Within the hour, the threat had been neutralized and peace was brought back to the red planet.

As the Martian people looked to the titan, they knew. H'ronmeer's had chosen his most loyal servant, Da'han'yul, as the avatar of his wrath to smite those who would bring his people harm. The people hugged and wept tears of joy and cheered for the priest and H'ronmeer for saving them, but the tears soon became tears of sorrow.

The giant groaned in pain as he fell on one knee as it began to crumble into ash before the people's very eyes. Like a flame, Da'han'yul Fen'tuun had burned his brightest when life needed him most, and now death called to him as it slowly extinguished it to give him peace. With a final message, he pleaded to his people to come together as one and to not see one another as lesser or greater than, but as equals who can help one another in the darkest of times and the hardships yet to come. With his final moments gone, a final telepathic embrace was given to all before he fell silent for the last time.

The massive pile of ash that were his remains was brought back to his little village and made into a beautiful garden of ash in the temple where the newly titled Saint made his home in, where it would be made a holy site that many would come to give their thanks and pay their respects for H'ronmeer' and his champion alike.

And for centuries, peace was held before it was shattered by Ma'alefa'ak, who unleashed the Fire Plague to take vengeance on his people for his inability to experience the psionic way of life that was the norm. His smile as his people screamed in anguish was knocked off his face in the most literal of terms when a Martian struck him down and had him by the throat.

A Martian with eyes burning in anger as Ma'alefa'ak failed to break free and was being beaten severely for his crimes against the people of Mars. A Martian made entirely up of ash and green embers.

Saint Da'han'yul Fen'tuun had returned, if only for a moment longer. And he was not happy.

Quickly, one by one across the planet, the martians set ablaze burned a gentle green that healed them. In this miraculous act of divine intervention, not a single Martian had lost their life. Most were now unconscious with labored breathing being heard.

J'onn watched on as his brother screamed in agony as his body burst into green flames as a pool of ash began to swallow his brother whole. Before disappearing entirely, Da'han'yul told him the punishment his brother would be facing.

"Ma'alefa'ak's psionic abilities have been awoken. He will be sentenced to become a living flame until he has lived the collective life span of all that he has tried to extinguish."

J'onn was too stunned to speak. With how long a Martian can live, it was the equivalent of telling him his brother would be suffering for an eternity. It seemed unethical, but he knew his brother had dug his own grave the moment he saw the reanimated remains of Da'han'yul Fen'tuun's ashes take swift action.

"Everything will be ok now, J'onn. Go to your family and tend to them.

"Da'han'yul...Thank you. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you when you were still alive." J'onn solemnly uttered as he looked to the ground, unable to look at his deceased youngest brother.

"Nonsense J'onn, it's not your fault...The caste system...it–"

"I could've done more! Instead I saved myself instead of being there when my brothers needed me most!"

"J'onn...you were just a child."

"It makes none of it right!"

He was right in that aspect, but it still didn't feel right. Ma'alefa'ak' was ostracized by society, was treated like a freak of nature for lack of natural gifts and he wanted to burn society to the ground in the most literal of terms because of it.

While Da'han'yul, the forgotten youngest brother, was treated horribly for being albino and treated cruelly. He contracted a deadly disease when he separated himself from the family to live in isolation with other albinos that made him sickly and cut his life expectancy down severely. Knowing what befell him, seeing him struggle to move and hold down food at times while J'onn and their parents did nothing.

These tumultuous emotions sat in J'onn for so long. The way he wanted to go and help them both, but the fear of association and social punishment for merely being seen with his brothers made him cry when he younger for being so weak willed. It wasn't until their parents bragged about the sacrifice their forgotten child had made, the sone they purposely scorned made him snap.

"J'onn, promise to keep my message alive for me. Help our people become whole again."

"Of course, brother." Is what J'onn tells him as he watches his little brother vanish again for a third and final time.

#danny phantom #justice league #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #martian manhunter #The extinction of the martian people was never sullosed to happen #So Danny decided to fix it and was reborn into martian society #He was severely disappointed by the caste system so decided to dk something about it #Danny reincarnates into a little brother for Martian ManHunter because he still sees him as cool #H'ronmeer was the last dying god of Mars and accepted Danny's help to save his people. #M'gann is the first to find out that Danny is her uncle Da'han'yul Fen'tuun and she's going to pass out from shock #Danny is just going say 'hello J'onn' and just combust into green flames and go for the hug #Everyone is freaking out but are more surprised to see that he's hugging back with the same intensity and crying just as hard #Imagine being told that your coworker's little brother is a minor deity in his planets religion who saved Mars TWICE

[ofswordsandpens]

the chalice of the gods becomes objectively funnier if you head canon that percy and annabeth only stay at New Rome for a single semester before realizing its batshit insane there and running for the hills

#maybe just maybe the society that idealizes a child military #while the fully grown adults are just chilling in a city #might just be a little screwy lmao #also I do think annabeth would lose it #I cant help but imagine everything would be casually anti-greek myth interpretation #or subtly /here is how we the Romans IMPROVED everything/ #and annabeth would sit there seething in class idk #mine #new rome

[turbo-tsundere]

Let’s disturb da balance of the universe

#gonta gokuhara #gokuhara gonta #kokichi ouma #ouma kokichi #danganronpa #v3 #ndrv3 #pregame #ougoku #if you squint at the second pic #my art #tbh I don't really subscribe to the fanon that the pregame personalities are the exact opposities of ingame ones #(but then does anyone really?) #with v3 writing being overall more nuanced and usually going the 'yes but no but maybe except it's complicated' route #personally I like to imagine that even if they act differently at their core they aren't that different #and their in-game personalities are actually their repressed/subconsciouss true selves - or perhaps their ideal versions of themselves #that they couldn't reach due to being cynical/jaded and disillusioned with society #(nevermind what they wished for comes with its own set of grievances and pitfalls ;p) #that's just my impression given the audition tapes and what-not #BUT for the purpose of entertaiment let's imagine how much of an absolute menace the first combination would be XD #(whether it's a menace for Kokichi or they're a menace to everyone else is an entirely different matter ;p) #side note but drawing this made me realise and appreciate smth - Kokichi's gakuran is dark contrasting his in-game outfit #but Gonta also has his own contrast - the blue/indigo color historically associated with royalty #vs the brown of his in-game suit - color more associated with commoners and plainness but also symbolising being down to earth and friendly #that's really neat actually #esp considering he's from high-status family

[nessiefynn]

digitigrade vs plantigrade in my mind

#furry #i used frogs as my examples because i like them #disclamer this is not an indication of preference. this is just how i correspond these visuals to character types #for more animalistically minded characters i like digi #and for characters who i imagine in human like societies i like planti

[cherryslyce]

Holding Hands With Shadows | Tom Riddle

Synopsis: Being the Minister of Magic was not easy for Tom, but you are always there to keep chaos from erupting. OR, you are Tom's assistant and the babysitter of the group and Tom finally confesses.

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Notes: Not canon compliant (sane!Tom, no Voldemort), Abraxas keeps insulting orphans, Y/N is tired (Knights of Walpurgis? More like Kids of Walpurgis)

You could almost feel the grey hairs sprouting from your head, and not even in a fun, attractive way either. It was a wonder you hadn't even thought about drafting up your letter of resignation until right now.

"Abraxas, you may not buy out that land to raise your peacocks. The Department of Care for Magical Children plan to use it for future projects."

Tom shoots you an amused look from across the room, lips quirked up into a smirk at your exasperated tone. The infuriating man was leaning back in his armchair, far too at ease, as you tried to restrain yourself from slamming your head through the table.

"Frankly, that just seems like a waste of good resources. I mean why do they need it so bad? Could they not just simply find another plot? After all, these children grew up in austere conditions, so they won't even miss it."

"Abraxas."

"Yes?"

"Get out."

"Excuse--"

"Now. Please."

The man looks over to his best friend for help, but Tom simply shrugs as if conceding that you were the one in charge.

"Fine. However, this conversation is far from over. I will see you both tonight, yes?"

"Of course. Safe travels, and please send Lady Malfoy my regards."

The man sends you a pleased nod before twirling on his heels, his cloak billowing dramatically. The door clicks shut behind him just as you drop your face into your hands.

"Stressed, darling?"

You huff and rub your forehead before answering with more bite than intended, "Perfectly fine".

The insufferable man, as unbothered as always, lets out a noise of amusement before slowly striding towards your desk. You slowly raise your head as his shadow falls over you, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Yeah, fire off your best hex at me and put me out of my misery."

"Abraxas‘ dramatics has rubbed off on you, my love."

The pet name sends a shiver down your spine and you try your hardest to school your expression. You had grown up with Tom at the orphanage, which basically made you his closest confidant, friend, and ally. At times it felt like you were a breathing, judgmental diary to him.

You were privy to all that was bad and ugly in his life, so it was only right that you were by his side when he rose to power and suddenly had access to all the material goods in the world.

And to him--whatever he had, you had by extension.

Of course, you fought tooth and nail to get to where you were now, rebuking any effort Tom made to give you preferential treatment.

Everything would be fine if it weren't for your affections toward him. Growing up, he never expressed interest in pursuing a romantic relationship, he had only ever wanted to subvert the stereotypes and malice aimed at the both of you during your years at Hogwarts.

The closest thing to romance that you could associate Tom with was when he wooed Druella Rosier in sixth year with his signature smile and a kiss to her hand in order to siphon information about her father from her.

The poor girl was an inconsolable lump of misery after Tom got what he needed and tossed her aside like a used handkerchief.

Tom's always been romantically inept like that.

Your spiral of reminiscing didn't cease, not even when you and Tom showed up to Malfoy Manor for their annual ball later that night.

When would it be socially acceptable to turn tail and run?

"Assistant L/N! What a pleasure it is! Is the minister trekking about nearby?"

You spin from looking out the window and come face to face with an older man who you recognized from around the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

His vest hugged him tightly and only served to accentuate his red, puffy face.

Was he about to hit on you or try and kiss your ass so he could get acquainted with Tom?

Merlin. Did you have enough in your savings to retire yet?

"Good evening. I believe Tom is busy discussing foreign deals with Lord Greengrass."

"Ah yes, Cyrus Greengrass is quite ingenious. You and Minister Riddle were friends with him during school, yes?"

Your lip twitched at how casual he was addressing Cyrus. Cyrus would be disconcerted by the man's informality, but Abraxas would surely become vexed on his friend's behalf if he heard.

"Yes. We are childhood friends I suppose."

"Wonderful! Well I was coming to you because I'm sure you're aware that the rules for Quidditch are being tossed into the air. The Ministro di Magia in Italy is trying to--"

You started tuning him out and looked around the room for one of your friends, starting to sweat in the formal wear you had on.

Luckily, Tom caught your eye. Unfortunately, he had somehow rounded up all of your friends and they were all looking quite entertained at your expense.

"Sorry sir. If you'll excuse me, it seems that the Minister is in need of me."

Without waiting for a response, you chugged what was left in your champagne flute before practically stomping over to the circle of men.

As you neared, Tom stepped out to welcome you, encircling a hand around your waist like it was the most casual thing in the world.

"Good evening boys. Thank you for throwing me out to the wolves."

"Y/N! So I assume this would be a bad time to try and renegotiate the land you're throwing away to those orphans."

Bloody hell, he was forgetting that he was saying that in front of two orphans.

Without answering Abraxas, you turned to Tom and let out a sigh, "I'm handing in my letter of resignation tomorrow, I promise it".

The hand around your waist tightened ever so slightly and you ignored the amused looks your friends sent each other, having picked up on your little school girl crush on Tom eons ago.

Damn them.

"Now, now, don't make hasty decisions. I could simply smite Abraxas‘ peacocks and the problem would be solved."

Abraxas let out an undignified noise while Parkinson and Bulstrode snorted into their drinks. Cyrus patted Abraxas‘ shoulder in feign pity, but he knew that Tom would likely make good on his threat if you asked him to.

"I hate you all. How is it that even after all these years, I still feel like an underpaid, underappreciated nanny."

Abraxas looked offended at your words and quickly reassured you, "We love you though. Underpaid, yes. Underappreciated? Never."

Your banter with the group went on for a while longer and as the night started coming to a close, Tom steered you away from peering eyes and towards a vacant balcony.

"Are you alright, darling?"

You only nodded tiredly to the man, leaning your elbows on the railing. You rubbed your eyes as you could sense the man behind you shifting in uncertainty (which was so uncharacteristic of him that you had half the mind to pull out your wand and threaten him to tell you where the real Tom was).

A few beats of peaceful silence pass before you're jumping up at the feeling of hands coming to hug your waist, a hard chest pressing against your back.

"Tom--?"

His chin gently rested atop of your shoulder, loosening his grip slightly to give you the opportunity to push him away.

"Are you unusually more clueless nowadays or are you purposely torturing me?"

"You're going to have to elaborate. Did you accidentally kill someone or do something I would disapprove of? This affection is quite sudden."

"But you don't hate it. Quite the contrary."

"That confidence of yours is going to get you into trouble one day."

"If it's you, I don't mind the trouble."

You don't bother responding, but your silence was satisfactory enough for him.

Clearing your throat, you awkwardly move your hands to rest atop of his, patting them gently.

It felt like the world spun on its head and was reborn anew before Tom spoke again, "Marry me."

His words threw you for a loop and you sputtered a choked, "What?"

"Marry me. I mean we're practically married anyway. You flounder around and make sure the boys are okay, and I rein them in so they don't blow up the country and make me lose face."

"Yes. We are a true dynamic duo."

Your dry response has his chest rumbling in contained laughter, tilting his head and gently knocking it against your cheek.

"We're the parents of the group, haven't you noticed? Abraxas asked me a few days ago if we would end their suffering and ours by just wedding each other."

"I was not aware we were even dating."

"Dating--being partners-- would not even come close to what we are. Don't you feel the same? We are in sync in everything we do. Even hundreds of miles apart, I breathe as you breathe, my heart beats in rhythm with yours, my mind does not simply revolve around you--it is completely infused with your every essence. It is a wonder we aren't already married with three cats."

"Three cats," Tom despised cats, "But...yes, I feel the same. You know I do. I thought that...well, I thought you weren't interested in romance."

"I am interested in pursuing anything and everything with you. Only you. If you'll have me, of course."

Your laughter comes out wet and heavy, filled with relief and disbelief. You turn your gaze upward and watch as the stars blink down on you, permeated across the sky the same way love begins to flow through your veins.

"It was always you, Tom. Thank you for telling me."

Tom pulls back briefly before gently turning you around to face him.

He leans down and nuzzles his nose against yours, eyes conveying a tender emotion that you've never seen until now. But now you knew, every time in the past when his eyes flickered across your face and softened, it was out of love.

"Tell me you'll marry me."

You don't give him a verbal response, but as you press your lips to his, he knows that domesticity together is all the both of you have ever needed.

"Tom...does this mean we have to make Abraxas the best man now?"

"Don't be silly, he'll give us no choice in the matter."

(And give them no choice, he did)

masterlist

#tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #tom riddle imagine #harry potter #harry potter series #harry potter imagine #tom riddle fluff #knights of walpurgis #pureblood society #abraxas malfoy