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dragon-watcher03 · 8 months

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Mk1 x Milf! Reader

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Intro dialogues

Ft: Scorpion (Kuai Liang), Sub-Zero (Bi-han), Smoke (Tomas Vrbara), Reptile (Syzoth), Johnny Cage.

D/n= Daughters name

Note: you have a 15 year old daughter. You are not human, you are of a species that can reproduce asexually. There will also be some dialogue with the daughter as well. (so the daughter is basically a clone of you physically so just imagine her looking like how you did when you were 15-) And I'm making the daughter have my personality so if you don't like it, too bad.

Scorpion: Your species' ability to reproduce is quite fascinating... Y/n: Are you upset I have no need for a mate, Kuai?

Scorpion: Are you sure you aren't looking for a husband? Y/n: I'm sure I can make an exception for you, little flame.

Scorpion: You truly are a Goddess, dearest. Y/n: Oh stop, you're making me blush!

Y/n: D/n seems to be warming up to you, little flame. (pun intended-) Scorpion: I hope she is, I truly wish to bond with her.

Y/n: I appreciate you trying to bond with D/n, Kuai. Scorpion: I don't only do it for you, but for her as well.

Y/n: Are you going to propose anytime soon or must I do it? Scorpion: I... I will get to that, my dearest.

Sub-Zero: I will prove that I am a worthy husband for you, lovely. Y/n: Oh? Then you better make it worthwhile.

Sub-Zero: A woman such as yourself deserves a strong and honorable man to love. Y/n: Might you be that man, little wolf?

Sub-Zero: D/n has been teasing a lot recently... Y/n: That's just how she treats the people she likes, Bi-han.

Y/n: I see you've been spending more time with D/n. Any particular reason why? Sub-Zero: If I'm going to marry you one day, I need to earn your daughter's trust and acceptance first.

Y/n: Behind that cold exterior is a man I deem worthy of love. Sub-Zero: Only if that love is from you and D/n... (platonically ofc-)

Y/n: It was you who killed him, wasn't it? Sub-Zero: That bastard deserved it for thinking he could have you...

Smoke: You don't mind if me and D/n head to Madam Bo's, do you? Y/n: sigh Just make sure she doesn't start any fights, okay?

Smoke: The fact you don't even need a male to reproduce is just... awesome. Y/n: Yes, although we can reproduce the fun way as well...

Smoke: You looked stunning in that dress last night, Dove. Y/n: Why thank you, angel.

Y/n: D/n seems to really like you, Tomas. Smoke: Really? Oh, thank God! I was worried she didn't!

Y/n: giggles You're so cute when you're nervous, angel. Smoke: groans Please dove, don't tease me like that...

Y/n: No words can express how much I care for you, Tomas. Smoke: I...wow, I'm really a lucky guy, aren't I?

Reptile: So you're telling me you're a virgin with a daughter? Man, I hit the jackpot. Y/n: You truly have no filter, Syzoth. But I like that in a man so you get a pass.

Reptile: Goddamn... Y/n: Something caught your eye, sweetheart?

Reptile: You have too many admirers... Y/n: But my heart only belongs to you, sweetheart.

Y/n: The idea of a mate is rather intriguing... Reptile: chuckles Is that your way of telling me you want me?

Y/n: You and D/n are a dangerous duo... Reptile: What can I say? Like father, like future daughter.

Y/n: Your bond with D/n is truly like a father and daughter. Reptile: Just as it should be, my mate.

Johnny: Woah, you're a total milf if I've ever seen one! Y/n: A... what?

Johnny: C'mon sweetcheeks, we'd make the perfect couple! Y/n: Sorry love, but you need D/n's approval as well.

Johnny: The grey hairs, the eyes, the body, you are literally the work of Gods. Y/n: Well, you surely know how to make a woman feel good.

Y/n: D/n is making awful puns now because of you! Johnny: Awful? Those things are a work of art!

Y/n: Well hello there handsome. Johnny: Now that, that is something I won't get used to. But I'm not complaining.

Y/n: Wow, you actually got D/n to like you. Johnny: Yep, now I got a hot milf girlfriend and an awesome daughter.

D/n: So you wanna marry my mom? I don't blame you. Scorpion: Who wouldn't want to marry a woman like her.

D/n: Tell me, do you prefer Dad or Pa? Scorpion: I... I haven't even asked Y/n to marry me yet.

Scorpion: Let's see how well Y/n trained you. D/n: Maybe one day, you could teach me a thing or two.

D/n: in an Australian accent Ello there Frosty! Sub-Zero: For the love of God, please stop doing that!

D/n: You wanna go chill at Madam Bo's after this? Sub-Zero: sigh Yeah sure...

Sub-Zero: I told you to dispose of the body quickly, now she knows we killed him! D/n: Alright, calm down Dad.

D/n: So what did she say? Smoke: She said we can go, but no fights!

D/n: Say...Do my puns annoy you? Smoke: What? No! Who told you they were annoying?!

Smoke: I think Y/n is starting to catch on... D/n: Don't worry, I'll make sure she doesn't find out about the proposal!

D/n: Dude, I just found out I can also shape-shift. Reptile: Oh, the power we both hold right now.

D/n: Wouldn't it be cool if we swapped places for a day as a prank? Reptile: Oh. My. Gosh. That's the most brilliant idea I've ever heard.

Reptile: I'm not offended that you called me Dad earlier, D/n. D/n: I know... But it was in front of everyone though!

D/n: She said my puns are horrible!?! Johnny: I know! The nerve of that woman!

D/n: I don't know John... Me? In a movie? I'm just a kid... Johnny: C'mon! You'll have the crowd's heart in seconds!

Johnny: Hah, now I have two people calling me- D/n: Finish that sentence and your "Dad card" is revoked.

#mk1 #mortal kombat #mk1 x reader #sub zero x reader #scorpion x reader #smoke x reader #reptile x reader #johnny x reader #kuai liang #bi han #tomas vrbada #johnny cage

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koreads · 8 months

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GF! HAZEL DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO COOK:

literally inspired by the day my roomie made a lasagna and it tasted horribly but we ate anyway cause we did spend some money on that. enjoy :) !

—I made you something! — Hazel said excited as she opened the door for her girlfriend to come in.

Her girlfriend, Y/N, always made delicious food to hazel. even after six months it happened, Hazel dreamed with the nutella cookies she made once, and whenever she was sad Y/N would come over with cupcakes. so, she though it was an amazing idea to cook some delicious dinner for her.

—Oh, what did do? —Y/N went to take her coat, being beat by Hazel, who crossed to her other side taking it off first before kissing her cheeks.

—I made you dinner!

Hazel looked adorable. Her hair caught in a small ponytail, a shirt that looked way to big on her and sweatpants. Plus, the proud smile on her face made she look even more perfect.

—You cooked us dinner?

—Yep! I made us some lasagna, grabbed some delicious wine and there's cake!

—That's great love! — It wasn't.

Y/N and Hazel were together since highschool, with this whole time Hazel already cooked to her couple of times and she was the worst. Y/N literally got food poisoning from eating Hazel omelette once. But, of course she couldn't tell her pretty girl that she couldn't cook to save her life.

—Let's go, I'm kinda of starving.

—Sure. —Y/N gave Hazel a smile. Once she got at the table in Haze's small kitchen, the smiled dropped. It was so romantic and cute, obviously Hazel had out some effort doing all that. Doing that lasagna.

—Wow, that's a big lasagna. —Y/N stated, if it was a bug portion, of course Hazel would eat. What if Hazel got food poisoning from her cooking? That wouldn't do. She had a big Psychology test the next day worthy 75% of her final grade.

She can't eat this. She'll die! Y/N though I need to do something!

—Baby, what about we go to your room pretty quick. Your roommate is out right? —Y/N started running her finger into Hazel hair while kissing her neck —We should enjoy your apartment since we have it to ourselves. —she tried, kissing Hazel lips this time.

—And we will, once we eat. Because I'm starving. I can't have sex if I can't barely keep myself up because all the hunger. —Hazel moved Y/N to the side, pulling the chair out for her. —See, the lasagna is in heart shape. Isn't it cute?

—Yeah. —Y/N stared at the lasagna in front of her. —You sure you don't want to have sex like... now?

—Nope. I really want to eat first.

—You can eat me.

—The lasagna, Y/N. —Hazel laughed, pouring wine into the Kuromi and My Melody cups that Y/N gave to her as a house warming gift. —Are you ovulating or something?

—I just really missed you. —Y/N mumbled, And want to protect you from your cooking.

—We have all the weekend, babe. —Hazel rubbed her girlfriend hands on top of the table. —Now, taste it and tell me what you think.

So she did. The sauce was way to salty, the meat was undercooked, but Hazel was staring at her with those gorgeous eyes full of expectation. So, just like Y/N did when Hazel gave her undercooked pancakes, burnt cookies, a very weird tasting omelette, she smiled.

—It's perfect babe.

—Then let's eat! —Hazel took a big portion, making a disgusted face. —Babe it tastes like shit!

—Well, I loved it! —Y/N took another portion, Hazel holding her girlfriend hands so she wouldn't do that again —It's delicious to me, your effort was totally worth as always. Very yummy!

—Y/N this will make you sick! Stop eating that!

—I survived the omelette, I will survive this one!

Hazel looked confused, then it all clicked inside her head.

—Does all my cooking taste bad?

—Ah... Well... A little? —There it was! The realization that Hazel shouldn't have had. But, she didn't look sad as Y/N imagined she would, she was laughing, really loud.

—Why did you eat all those things, dummy? —she whipped a tear, moving to stand by Y/N cuddling her

—Because you out so much effort on these and I didn't want to make you sad. —Y/N said, her lips jutting out because Hazel was pushing her cheeks together and kissing her repeatedly.

—You're the cutest. Gosh! —with one final kiss, Hazel smiled at her —I won't cook for you anymore. We'll always eat take-out when you're over, okay? Don't want you to get sick, okay?

Y/N nodded, nuzzling into Hazel's neck. She really was whipped for her, to the point of risking —for the fifith time!— to get food poisoning, just go make her happy.

—I'll order us pizza, okay? And you'll find a good movie for us.

—Okay. —Y/N smiled —Can we watch some horror one?

—Sure.

Y/N got up, getting ready to go to the living room, getting quickly stopped by Hazel hands. That wrapped around her wrists, bringing Y/N to a quick kiss.

—And I love you.

—Love you too. Even though you cant cook a lasagna. —Y/N laughed.

—So this is how is gonna be now? —Hazel screamed while watching her girlfriend run to the living room with a smile on her face.

#hazel callahan fluff #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan drabble #bottoms (2023)

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scarletwinterxx · 3 months

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your beginning and middle and end - mark lee imagine

hello🥺 sooo this one is a bit longer than my usual posts. think of it as a valentine special. i loved writing this one, i hope you like it too🤍

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

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(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

FEBRUARY 09, 10AM

"That's the fourth date you declined, girl valentines is around the corner" Yun-jin tells you the moment the other guy walked away

"Genuine question, do I need a guy to celebrate it or do I even need to celebrate it?"

"If Valentines has a version of the grinch it would be you"

You laugh at her statement, reading over the small note that was given to you along with a single rose. It was cute, you appreciate the thought but you really didn't want to go out with the dude. You'd rather let them down now than pretend to have fun during a date.

"It's just not my thing" you tell her

"Then what's your thing? Tell me and I will personally look for him"

Looks like luck is on your side because you spot the big clock behind her, your next class about to start.

"Once I know, I'll tell you. I'm gonna be late. Bye" you gather your stuff and rushed out the hall, you can hear her protests making you laugh on your way out.

When you got to your next class, the other students are just arriving. A lot of vacant seats, you choose the one in the middle. You get your notes and laptop out to skim over your notes from the last session.

"Another one?" you hear someone say from behind you making you look up

"Yep, want to read it?" you chuckle, passing the rose over to Mark.

Mark Lee, the boy you sit next to class with. You see him enough around campus to get acquainted. He's friendly, known by many, a poet by heart. And he's also well aware of the failed confessions to you.

The first time you brought a flower to class he didn't say anything, the second time he thought it was from the same person but then the third time it happened right in front of him. He witnessed how you gently turned down the poor lad who was asking you out after handing you a rose.

Mark takes his usual seat beside you before reading the note

"You and Me, on v? huh like Valentines?" he laughs, holding the little card in his hand

"I'd give it a 4 out of 10"

"Ouch, so the lowest one then. I'd say my favorite is still the one about cats" he tells you, passing the rose back to you

Do you like cats? Because I’d like you to take meowt

You remember that one too. You thought it was cringey, but Mark smiled when he read it. You even let him keep the card.

"Do you still have it?" you ask "The card? Oh yea, I drew like little cats all over it. I'm sure it's somewhere in my bag"

"Why? Planning to use it on someone?"

"Yeah right, I think I'd have a bit more game than that" he jokes

"Ha, we'll see about that" you snorted. Missing the way Mark is looking at you with small grin on his face. Trying to be as inconspicuous as he could be.

The two of you might be on good terms but he wouldn't put it past you to reject him too. Since he got to know you, one thing he learned about you is that you're always so sure of yourself. To you, no is a full sentence. You like what you like and say no to what you don't. You're unapologetically you and he likes that.

He's not sure yet whether he likes you or likes you.

"Earth to Mark?" you wave your hand in front of his face, making him break out of his thoughts

"Lost you there, where'd you go" you joke

"Was just thinking about this paper I have due on Tuesday" he says, it's not a total lie. He does have a paper he needs to finish before Valentines day.

"Need help? I have a few works to catch up on too"

"You don't have plans?" he asks, it's like asking if you have a date on Valentines without asking if you have a date on Valentines day.

"Not really no, and if I'm being honest I heard this guy planning to ask about dinner and I'd rather not..."

"Am I... the getaway car?" You chuckle at his question

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but if I could avoid it I would. So library or the cafe near campus?"

He looks at you like he's weighing his options, playfully hitting him on the arm making the guy laugh "Cafe it is, I'll see you there?" he says

"It's a date" you grin at him

FEBRUARY 12, 11AM

"It's not"

"You said she said it was" Jungwoo says, looking at Mark who is currently trying to find something to wear. After that little moment with you, Mark made sure to clear up his schedule for that day. Ofcourse Jungwoo being the nosy bestfriend didn't let it pass without making Mark tell the whole story.

"Also if this wasn't a date, why are you freaking out about what to wear? You're just going to study, are you going to study her?"

Mark throws the hoodie at Jungwoo's face before looking through his closet again, "Maybe it was just a slip of tongue. It's Y/N, she rejects everyone who asks her out" Mark says while his head is buried deep in his closet

Jungwoo rolls his eyes at his bestfriend, Mark swears he doesn't like you like that and yet here he is. He only met you a couple of time, Mark introduced you before when he went to give Mark a book he forgot to bring.

"I can think of something else you want her tongue to slip in" he mumbles, "Shut up, don't talk about her like that" Mark stands up straight, looking at the other guy. Jungwoo holds his hands up, "Sorry"

Mark gives him another glare before getting a hoodie inside his closet, "Whatever, I'll just wear this. Should I bring an extra one just in case?"

"Just in case what? You spill something?" Jungwoo jokes

In case she gets cold, Mark thinks to himself.

"Just cause" Mark grumbles, walking back to his closet to get another hoodie then stuffing it inside his backpack.

"You're going to be late, go have fun at your not a date date"

About an hour after that, Mark is waiting for you at the cafe. He got there first and sent you a quick text. After a few minutes, the door chimed making Mark look up.

And that's when you walk in, a bouquet of blue tulips in your grasp. You look around, quickly spotting Mark. You make your way towards him, Mark stands up to pull the chair out for you. Saying a quick thank you then you set your stuff down.

"Sorry I'm late"

"Nah, I'm just early" he tells you, "You uh the guy caught you?" he jokes, pointing at flowers

"Oh these? No, I got them actually like I bought it this morning. Yun-jin forgot to buy milk so I had to go out this morning then I saw these. Here" then you're handing the flowers over to him

When you notice the confused look on his face, you giggle. This made Mark look more confused at what's happening, "What? No one ever gave you flowers?" you joke

"No, it's suppose to be the other way 'round?" he asks but accepts it nonetheless

You shrug, getting your stuff out

"I don't like flowers, main reason why I always say no to those dudes. I appreciate the effort, I do but it's not my style. But I remember you said these are your favorite during our class introductions, so I got them for you" you smile at him, he smiles back.

"Thanks, no like really thank you" he says, this made you chuckle finding the situation cute.

"Okay, back to business. I do have like three agendas to finish today" you tell him, gesturing at the small stack of papers on the table

"I'll buy you a chocolate cupcake if you finish it all" he offers, your face lighting up at the mention of the sweet treat. Mark also remembers something about you during that class intro.

Actually he remembers everything about you and that day. The professor asked everyone to say their name along with two random facts about themselves.

"Hi everyone my name is Y/N, I love chocolate cupcakes and I can recite the graduation speech from Twilight"

That earned a few laughs from the class, and from him. You really did leave an impression on him. As days, weeks and months passed by the two of you got acquainted.

If someone asks (mainly Jungwoo) Mark when was the exact moment he felt different about you, he can't pinpoint the exact moment. It just sort of happened for him. Maybe from all the small gestures you unknowingly do, or how it's easy to talk to you. You just get him.

"Can you make it two?" tilting your head to the side for effect, making Mark laugh and nod his head "You got it"

A few hours later, and a few cups of coffee the two of you finally finish. Mark actually finished his paper an hour ago but you weren't done with the last module you had to do,

"Are you done? Am I making you wait?" you ask, noticing he stopped doing anything and was just looking at you

"Huh? Oh uh yea, but don't worry about it. I can wait" he tells you with a smile

"You sure? I'm almost done"

"Don't rush it, I'll still buy you the cupcakes" he tells you, you shoot him a smile before going back to work. Meanwhile Mark goes to the front of the store to get you your cupcakes.

You didn't even notice he stood up, focusing on saving the file before sending the final file to your professor.

"And done! Mark?" you look up only to find the seat infront of you empty. You spot him over the counter, choosing to wait and tidy your things in the mean time.

"Hey, you done?" he asks when he got back to your table

"Mhm, finally. Sorry for taking up your whole afternoon"

"No worries, I finished my work too and I enjoyed your company. And as promised, here's your cupcakes" Mark then opens the box, he might as well presented you with a pot of gold with the way you're grinning from ear to ear. Your joy radiating, making him smile too.

"For me?" you asked, he nods his head

"These are the chocolate ones, I got two. The others are their best sellers, then this one I just thought you might like" he points at the cupcake with heart sprinkles on it.

You laugh, getting the box from him "Okay fine, I believe you. You definitely how to make a girl say yes"

He shakes his head, suddenly feeling shy "Believe me I'm not an expert when it comes to girls" he mumbles

"No, but you got this type of vibe about you you know" you tell him, getting one cupcake from the box

"What vibe?"

"You know like someone could've been in love with you for ten years without you knowing, a classic case of unrequited love but not in a mean way you just don't really know. It's the way you see the world, it's always nice, forgiving, full of chances. You see meaning even in little things. You got this boyish charm about you, the kind that girls would pick over their fictional boyfriends. You're better than any guy written by anyone" you tell him not noticing the way he's just staring at you

"I follow you on your socials, it's cute when you take pictures of the moon or the sky. Makes me remember to take a breath and be in the moment every once in a while"

He don't say anything, still processing what you said. He has never heard himself be described that way, atleast not to his face but he doubts anyone can be as eloquent as you.

"Can I ask you something?" he finally finds his voice, you nod at him

"Why do you say no to all the boys who ask you out? besides the cringey one liners and flowers"

You chuckle, "Because I know me. All of them would've just ended one way or another. I know what I want, what I like. I like a guy I can have an actual conversation with from philosophical point of views to something so random. Someone that makes it feel easy to talk and listen to"

"Do you know how hard it is to control my expression when I'm in public? Yun-jin said my face is too judgy" you jokingly add "I'm an open book if you know how to read it exactly, if that makes sense"

"No, I totally get it. You're not complicated or hard to get, they just don't know how to. You deserve more effort than that" he tells you

"See, that's what I'm talking about. If you keep on doing that I'm gonna be the one asking you out" you tease him, the guy across you laughing. Trying to hide his blushing cheeks and fluttering heart.

The two of you talked some more before he offered to walk you home. It's almost sunset when Mark got back to his place,

"And he's back, how was the date?" Jungwoo shouts from somewhere inside. Mark spots him lounging on the couch, taking a seat beside him with the bouquet of flowers on his lap

"You got rejected too?" Jungwoo asks and Mark just shakes head

"Did you forget to give it? Got too shy? I'm pretty sure you're suppose to give it to the girl not take it back home"

"I didn't get it, I mean I got it but I got it from her. She bought me these" Mark clarifies, taking the bouquet to look at it again,

Jungwoo looks back and forth between Mark and the flowers, "Let me get this straight, the girl whose notorious for turning down guys who gives her flowers gave you flowers on your not a date date?"

Mark just stares back at his bestfriend because honestly it doesn't make sense to him too.

"Homegirl got more game than you" Jungwoo says with a chuckle

"She said she remembered I said these were my favorite. I mentioned it once during freshmen orientation week and she remembered"

"Oh my god, he's in love" Jungwoo laughs

"And you know, I gave her cupcakes and she got so happy I actually thought about signing up for baking classes" Mark grumbles, setting the flowers on the coffee table before taking a thrown pillow to bury his face in.

Jungwoo watches his bestfriend realized what he's known for a while now. Mark likes you. He just never said it. It's Mark. He thinks everyone is nice, most time he overlooks the nice gestures of other girls to him thinking it's normal when in reality they were trying to get his attention.

"Oh. This must be serious then. You don't even know how to cook"

"Yeah I know! Like I know I like her, I didn't know I like her." it felt surreal finally admitting it out loud.

"So you do like her? like like her"

"I think?"

"It's a yes or no"

"No, I don't"

"You got him flowers"

Meanwhile back at your dorm, Yun-jin is also interrogating you. You just finished giving her a recap of your day, she was half listening half watching her show when you suddenly mentioned you got flowers for Mark

"Just because I got him flowers don't mean I like him, I just remembered it was his favorite" you shrug, trying to not make a big deal out of it.

"What's my favorite flower?" she asks, you blink back at her coming up with a blank answer

"See! Oh my gosh, my baby girl is growing up" she dramatically hugs you

"Was that weird? That I gave him flowers?"

"No, it's the 21st century. Guys can get flowers too"

"He got me cupcakes too" you mumble, looking at the box on the table.

Yun-jin watches you, smiling to herself. She's with you twenty four seven and she's never seen you like this. There are a few times she's seen you on campus with Mark, you always smile whenever he's around. Choosing not to push further, she gives the topic a rest and changing it to something else

"So what are you doing for valentines? because if you're free I know this dude who's free also-" "Actually Mark and I are hanging out again" you cut her off

"You're spending valentines with Mark?"

"Yea, so uhm actually I'm gonna call it a night. I have classes in the morning, we're meeting again around lunch. Night" then you're making a beeline towards your bedroom.

FEBRUARY 14, 10AM

Come Valentines day. Yun-jin thinks you're out with Mark while the boy is completely unaware he's being mentioned.

Choosing a place you know Yun-jin won't find you, you stayed at the farthest lounge area after class. Most students won't even walk all the way here since it's a long way going back and forth.

Finding a spot to sit on, you spot someone sitting alone on one the benches

"Mark?"

The boy looks up, immediately smiling when he sees it's you

"Hey, you. What are you doing here?" he asks, getting his stuff from the seat beside him to make room for you. Putting your stuff on the table before taking the seat beside him

"I just finished for the day, and currently hiding from Yun-jin"

He chuckles, "Why?"

"She's trying to set me up with a blind date so I pretended I had plans" leaving out the part he was mentioned

"You don't have plans?" he asks, giving himself a pat on the back for not sounding too nervous

You shake your head, "I have something to say though, I might have told her I had plans... with you"

Mark just looks at you, feeling shy under his gaze you look away.

"With me?"

"Yea, sorry. You don't have to stay though if you have plans don't worry about it. Go enjoy your valentines day" you told him a bit too energetic than you intended.

Then he smiles, Mark smiles at you like he's keeping a secret he can't wait to tell.

"What?"

"I don't have plans, I was going to ask if you had plans yesterday but I didn't want to overstep"

"What do you mean? You're just asking" you smile back at him, "Did you think I was going to say no like always? Oh my gosh I swear I'm not as heartless. I wasn't-"

"No no no, of course I didn't think that. I mean I don't think you're heartless" he pauses to collect his thought because right now words are flying out faster than he can think of them.

And if he got one chance at this, he'll make sure to do it right the first time.

Then you start speaking again, surprising Mark once again with your words

"Yun-jin said I smile a lot when I'm with you, now that I think about it I think I do. It's just you're easy to be with, and I feel relaxed like I can talk to you about anything and you listen. It's also so fun to listen to your stories, especially when you get this animated look on your face. And when you laugh before you can even say the joke. Am I rambling, sorry I'm rambling"

He takes your hand, holding it in his. Testing the waters to see how you'll react. When you don't pull away, he gets a card out from his notebook. Then he hands it over to you,

Today we are obliged to be romantic And think of yet another Valentine. We know the rules, and we are both pedantic. Today’s the day we have to be romantic. Our love is old and sure, not new and frantic. You know I’m yours, and I know you are mine. And saying that has made me feel romantic, My dearest love, my darling valentine.

You read the note carefully, a smile slowly forming on your face while Mark watches you. When the thinks you finish it, he speaks up

"I read that, and I thought about you. You're worth more than a one liner, more than a single flower. You deserve poems to be written about you, gardens to walk through with the prettiest flowers"

You playfully hit him, reading the card again before putting it in your bag for safe keeping

"I love it, thank you. Now I feel bad I got you nothing"

"It's okay, I didn't even know I was going to give it to you. I was ready to just hide it in my bag for the rest of time" he admits

"Why? It's so nice though"

"Yea but I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable"

"I appreciate it really. Out of all the notes I received, I'll keep this one"

At that he smiles.

Like how the story began, with one liner notes and a single flower, who knew you'd find a friend and now something more. Mark is someone you didn't expect you'd have something romantic with especially since you're not really looking for it but it makes sense that you'd end up with him. He makes your days brighter, it's like he bring everything that is good into your world.

When you said he's the kind of guy who beats every fictional character, it's true because he gave you something better than a fairytale; a reality worth living in.

And yes spoiler, you do end up with him. The story ends with you and him. Spending all of your valentines together.

end.

#fic #story #tags #nct #nct imagine #nct scenario #nct au #nct fluff #nct boyfriend #nct mark #mark lee #mark lee fluff #mark lee scenario #mark lee oneshot #mark lee imagine

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novaonhere · 10 months

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Quiet Nights

Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Summary: Cal has a dream that totally goes against the Jedi code. During his panic, you come to check on him and find him in a comprisable position.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: ITS SMUT TIME FOLKS, 18+, oral f! receiving, no condom, cussing, choking (duh the force?)

A/N: Delicious, I drank a full 32 oz of water after this

Prompt: Imagine your OTP where one of them had a dream about the other person and tries to act normal, but fails miserably, so the other one notices and gets curious about what the dream was about.

(gif not mine)

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You yawn, filling up your cup with water from the bathroom sink. You gulp it down, refreshing you as much as a glass of water at 3:34 am could. It was nice having a bigger bathroom; you're used to the small Mantis bathroom instead of this spacious one on Jedah. You, Cal, Bode, and Greez have arrived to the Hidden Path's base to touch base with Cere and learn more about this Tanalorr place. It seemed intriguing, but you were still on the fence if such a place could even exist.

Now here you stand, staring yourself down in the mirror, filling up another glass of water. As soon as you turn off the tap, a very faint and quiet noise echoes throughout the halls. Curious, you open the door, the noise just becoming ever so slightly louder. Time to investigate!

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Cal twists and turns in his guest bed, his entire upper body reddened. Soft moans escape his lips. He was burning, and he couldn't bring himself to wake up. Hell, he didn't want to wake up. This was the best dream he had ever had!

You had surprised him with a night for just the two of you, walking through the forests on a planet he could not name. The trees towered above you, vibrant with their green leaves. They bring in just enough light to highlight the rugged dirt path. You both were holding hands, just enjoying each other presence. Now, the dream changed, and it most definitely explains Cal's reddened complexion as he lies in bed.

You're now hovering over him, in a beautiful matching set, perfectly complementing your skin tone. Lace runs up and down your body, showing off your curves and parts that Cal only wishes he could actually touch. You leaned in for a passionate kiss, straddling the man. He could basically feel you in his subconscious.

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The sounds started to become louder the closer you got to you and the guest bedroom next door. Who was staying in there again? Is that Cal? You tip toe up to the door, placing an ear beside it. Yep, that's him, is he alright? You knock quietly, waiting for a response. The response never came. You knock a bit louder this time. A gasp fills the room, as well as some frantic shuffling.

"Cal?" You whisper to the door, the shuffling stopping immediately. "Are you alright?"

"Come in," He blurted, immediately regretting it. You hesitantly open the door, the light from the hallway showing a line of brightness on the man. He's sitting against the headboard, the blankets ruffled around his crotch and legs.

"Nightmares?" You ask, taking a step in and quietly closing the door behind you. "Would you like to talk about it?" You squint your eyes to get a better look at him, your eyes still adjusting to the dark. His are as wide as possible, extremely dilated from the darkness and the dream.

"I'm okay, thanks for checking, goodnight." He rambles, trying to sink into his bed. This only makes you more curious. As you eyes get more adjusted, you notice that his cheeks match his hair.

"Oh," You realize, blushing as well. "My apologizes." You giggle, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. "Who?" Cal just blinks.

"What?"

"Who was it! Mr. Jedi, Mr. I can't ever think about another person in a romantic or sexual way." You tease, playfully hitting his foot. He purses his lips together, causing your grin to only become greater. "Oh, come on Cal! This is big! Who?"

"Why is it so important?" He grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Oh my god, do I know them?" You cross your legs, fully facing the clearly embarrassed Jedi. He rolls his eyes, but the redness only darkens and spreads. You giggle gleefully. You hum, trying to think of who it could be.

You really hoped it was you. For months you've been trying to hint to him about your feelings, sometimes very vague, but other times very blunt. The rest of the crew caught on immediately, but the gears in Cal's brain just didn't seem to click. You've tried asking about dating and his romantic life, but he always brought up the Jedi Code, making your want for him only increase. You've had dreams, dreams of you being together, living through the rebellion, being together, domestically and intimately.

You're expression must softened as you were thinking because Cal coughed to get your attention. Now it was your turn to blush.

"You going to guess or let me go back to sleep?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. Now, you had a choice. Respect his want to go back to bed and continue about life, or be VERY BLUNT. You were tired, so there was only one right option.

"Was it me?" You ask, glancing around the room, trying to not meet his gaze. Cal's breath hitched, the blanket becoming too hot for his body. From the lack of response, you also started to heat up, clearing your throat. From the lack of response, you could only assume it was you. You. YOU?

You whip your head to face him, locking eyes. You... He wanted... you. You honestly couldn't believe it.

"Was it just a dream?" You mumble, Cal giving a questioning expression as you shift in your seated position. "Or do you actually have feelings?" You vulnerability seemed to easy Cal a bit, noticing how uncomfortable you were. He wanted to say the truth, but he didn't want to make it weird. Would it be weird? Eh, tonight was the "going for it" kinda night.

"Months." He simply states, trying to relax against his headboard. You perked your head up from your gaze into your lap. You cheeks redden, your breathing quickens, and something feels, different. The atmosphere feels intoxicating, but in a you shouldn't leave way. With the prolonged eye contact, you feel ass if Cal notices the feeling as well. You notice his hand are now at his sides, and there's an obvious lump by his lap. That weird feeling starts from your stomach and falls down your body, closer to your belly button.

"Months?" You repeat, raising an eyebrow. He purses his lips and nods. You hum. "Well..." You both grow silent, quiet. This had to be the quietest you too had ever been with each other. You waited for each other to make a move, but in all honesty, Cal was too vulnerable, physically. You start to feel the awkwardness subside and you feel yourself giggle.

"Hey, it's not funny." Cal frowns, while you shake your head.

"No, of course not." You compose yourself, scooting closer to the red head. "It's funny that we are telling each other we like each other with your dick out." Cal's face reddens completely, trying to compose himself as he places his hands over his lap. You outstretch your arms, pushing his hands away, causing the freckled man's eyes to widen dramatically. "Need any help?"

Cal practically springs up at you, locking your lips together in the most "I need you" kiss you've ever experienced. It was HOT. Like, you already started to sweat as your tongues fought each other. You needed him, you needed him so badly. He could feel that need from you, he wanted to provide that for you more than his dreams ever could. He pulled your up and into his lap, never once breaking the kiss. Your clit brushes against him, causing you to quiver in pleasure. He notices your movements and moves your hips back and forth on him, earning himself a quiet moan from you. He chuckles, retracting his lips from yours and goes for your neck. Your arms are around his shoulders, dragging your fingertips through his hair. You continue to moan and gasp into his ear, trying to stay quiet.

"You're wearing too many clothes for this," He comments, lifting the bottom of your shirt. You instantly comply, throwing it over your head and onto the floor. He goes back for your lips as you also tug on his shirt.

"Match?" You ask, giving him a small smile. He gladly follows through with your request, throwing his shirt toward yours. Your eyes wander down to his toned chest, scars and freckles decorating his body. You feel a fluttering sensation down there.

"Well if we're going to match you need that all off." He motions to the rest of your body, causing your to giggle and raise an eyebrow.

"You dont wear pants to bed, but a shirt?"

"Hey, my arms get cold. Allow me," He states going back in for a kiss. You immediately deepen it, allowing his tongue into your mouth to explore. All the while he waves his hand and your bra unclasps. Startled you pull away.

"Force?" You ask, tossing your bra away. He smiles, nodding, staring at you. He's never seen you like this, and boy was he going to enjoy and savor it. "Well, what else can you do?" He picks you up and slides you to be propped up where he once was, with the blanket still covering his lower half. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, but before he does any more, he looks up at you. This causes your to blush, appreciative of the asking for permission. The knot in your core only tightens, god he was hot. Nodding, he slips them down with ease, along with your underwear. He crawls up to your face, giving you more kisses. He starts to trail down your body, more moans and gasps leaving you as he goes over your bare body. Finally he reaches below your belly button. He places light kisses to your thighs as he opens your legs with his free hand. You're practically dripping with anticipation by this point. He continues to kiss you, going closer to your inner thighs and to your opening. Propping your legs open with his body and arm, he proceeds to trail more and more kisses closer and closer.

Your arms are clutching the sheets by your sides, the amount of pleasure awaiting you but just out of your reach. The amount of teasing is excruciating; you need him. You moan louder and louder the closer he gets to your clit. Then, he proceeds to rub his tongue around your clit in circles. Your breathing hitches and becomes irregular.

"Fuck-" You cry out, making Cal only want to do more things to you. You were already so wet that he easily slid a finger into you, causing you to moan. He pumps in and out of you, slowly, making sure to curl his fingers up into you. How he knew how to do this you'll never understand, but holy shit was he doing a good job. He slides in another finger, starting to pick up the pace. Your hips start to have a mind of their own, fighting against him to push him deeper.

"Tell me," he states, looking up at you. His chin is glistening with you, his eyes so dilated they were almost black. His mouth hung open slightly, totally getting off to pleasing you.

"Deeper," You whine, and he grants your wish. He pushes deeper into you, causing you to whine out in pleasure.

"Holy Shit, Cal," You cry out, breathing erratically. The knot in your core tightens more, needing to find a good time to release. He quickens the pace, leaning over you to bring your lips together. Oh yea, that did it. You feel yourself just let go and this amount of pleasure and warmth rushes over you. It's so much that you moan out more expletives and his name repeatedly. After your high, you just see him. You need more, and god did you want to get more.

"Fuck me," You command, and he obliges. Pulling you closer to him, he uncovers his member, resting it on your stomach as he gets situated. He pulls a pillow and rests it under your lower back to make sure you don't hurt yourself, and keeping your ankles over his shoulders. You couldn't look away from him. Even his dick was freckled, which was kinda cute, but all you cared about was him and the fact you needed him in you.

"Are you ready?" He asks, noticing he has his dick in hand, ready to line himself up.

"Fuck, please," You groan, already closing your eyes in anticipation. He slides in, both of you moaning in pleasure.

"Holy shit, (Y/N)," he breathes out, barely over a whisper. His head is tilted back, holding onto your ankles. Your hands are by your lower stomach, trying to feel him in you from the outside because holy shit was he filling you full. He slowly starts to pump in and out of you, fully in, and fully out. Every pump in, you moan in delight. Sweat rolls down the both of you as you fill the room with heat and the sounds of pleasure. He starts to go faster, holding onto your thighs to bring you even closer.

"Cal~" You moan, holding your hands to your mouth because you knew you were about to get pretty loud. Without much thought, he pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. You push up onto all fours as he makes his way between your legs, entering you once more. Your arms give out, pushing your face into a pillow. This was helpful for covering your moans, but Cal wanted to hear them as he railed you. Carefully, he commanded the force to pull you up, by the neck. At first, only gently to not hurt you but to get up. You clenched in pleasure, moaning even louder. So, he also tightened his grip. Damn, so this is what he could do. After a bit more relentless railing, you felt your core have that same tightening sensation.

"Cal, I'm gunna-" You moan as he quickens the pace, causing you to moan out.

"Me too, fuck." He whispers out, nearing his release. Hearing him cuss like that over you sends you over as you scream out in delight. You clench onto him and release, an explosion of pleasure ruptures over yourself. His force lets go of you, making your head topple into the pillows. He grabs your hips and pushes him all the way, releasing into you. It's such a warm sensation, filling you up to the brim.You both stay like that for a few moments, catching your breathes. He pulls out, his cum leaking out of you.

"Holy shit," You say in unison. Cal chuckles, reaching for his towel that is on a nearby chair.

"Here, to clean up." He throws the towel onto your exposed behind. You blush, cleaning up yourself as you sit up on the towel, just in case. You cover yourself with his blanket, a sudden chill running all over you. Cal slips his boxers on from a nearby dresser and sits down beside you.

"I never thought we'd do that," You state, leaning into him. He happily wraps his arms around you.

"I'm glad we did, because wow. Jedi's are really missing out." This causing a laugh to escape you, causing him to also chuckle. You start to stand, but Cal holds you down.

"Stay tonight?" He asks, motioning to the pillows. He smiles warmly, and how could you say no? You return the smile, shuffling yourselves under the blankets and heads on pillows. He lays on his back as you cuddle up onto his chest, wrapping your arm around his torso. His arm lounges behind and around your back, rubbing it up and down.

"Well, we can do that as much as you want," You giggle, cuddling into him more.

"I'd like that, but also the cute romantic stuff." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss your head.

"Maybe a date?"

"I like the sound of that, in the morning?"

"Oh, let's go to the bakery down the street, I heard the have wonderful food." You smile, your eyelids feeling heavy.

"It's a date, goodnight (Y/N)." Cal whispers, closing his eyes. You hum back, already falling asleep. The smile never leaves your faces, even as you dream of what the future could hold for you two.

#cal kestis #cal kestis jedi survivor #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x y/n #cal kestis x you #jedi survivor #reader insert #star wars #star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor #star wars x reader #star wars x y/n #star wars x you #y/n #smut

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dropdeadgorgeos · 9 months

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So this is just like a thought of like imagine (I swear I say that word all the time 💀) if the twst boys(expect orhto and the staff) we like yanderes like... I can't get my head off this subject-

𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕕

Riddle Rosehearts:

Tbh I can see him working with Trey and Chenya all to get your love like they all can have a role where Chenya is like the scarast Mitch and he can like stalk you in his invisible form and riddle can make sure your always doing well and IF they hurt you which I don't see it happen but it could riddle would gladly heal you up and Trey could bake for you and protect you.

Ace & Deuce:

Okay so I think this would work as like they both try and like lock you somewhere where only they could find you though that's what most would probably do but whatever and like I don't see much here sorry-

Cater:

Okay so like he forces you to take pictures with him all the time and always tries to hide your sad face of being trapped in his room so he puts filters on and make you smile and always shows you how much people love your fake smile.

Jamil & Kalim:

Y'all KNOW these guys are working together like they don't even need to lock Y/N up Jamil just needs to hypnotize you and hide the fact your spellee and like they could just walk around holding your hand and they lock you up like Jamil did in book 4 lol see he's my favorite character and he is absolutely horrifying

𝕍𝕚𝕝:

Okay so like he spells the Apple as a love spell feeds it to you boom! That easy! He doesn't even need to chain you up.

ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕜 ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕥:

HOLY FUCKING GOD OMG okay so like this dude already stalks you imagine him actually taking you as his prey and like chaining you up as a trophy or something like he's already scary you gotta get scarier like god man I don't think I'll be able to live with that.

𝔼𝕡𝕖𝕝:

I don't really see it but that's probably because I'm not a big Epel fan so I don't know much other than he likes being strong or something I'm probably even wrong on that so I'm so sorry to all you Epel fans/simps I can't do this one sorry.

𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕒 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣:

Imagine ge respects women to much to do this 😘 but I mean if he did he'd probably chain you up yeah and just like sleep with you while your chained up and bring you meat eat (so of you are a real plant eater us better get going-)

ℝ𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕖:

I can kinda see this maybe he could side with Leona or just keep you there I don't really see it happen but just tell me what you guys think.

𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕝:

Hm....fuck... Your up against one of the strongest (physical form) students how the heck you escaping that??? Your not at least I wouldn't my body is to small and fragle he'll break me the moment we touch bruh.

𝔸𝕫𝕦𝕝 𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠:

I feel like the fish mafia are some of the scariest yanderes because like I could see Azul actually using a spell to turn you into a fish or like a mermaid or something in than like he locks you in a tank and sits in his chair and just looks at your beauty and maybe made you sign a contract to forever be his oh! He didn't use a spell your silly ass signed a contract Hehehe hehehe fuck azul's yandere it's scary( I have a fear of being in water to long :'0)

𝕁𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙:

I feel like this could work with him and his brother bit also not I can totally see this man using chains like for sure and he changes your emotions from scared and sad that your locked up to happy and loving like fish mafia = scary fucking yanderes

𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙:

He's... Already scary enough yep he doesn't need to go any farther to give me nightmares he chains me up and I'm as good as dead and I know you are to let's just be honest I think Jade would help him chain you up tbh.

𝕀𝕕𝕚𝕒:

Maybe lock you in his room or the lab idk cause I'm not at that part of the game yet but I know a few things so maybe like that and he would XD omg imagine he forces you to play Mario Kart with him XD just a thought lmao

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕦𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕒:

Probably tries to turn you into a fairy or something crap maybe makes you prick your finger so you don't run away and your fast asleep or something and he just watches you and forces you to be his queen I bet on a lot of these you aren't human like they turn you into some sorta creature that's from there home or kind.

𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒:

Hm... Yep... Yep that's scary alright so like imagine your just living hour life than this 200 year old man short as your dresser walks in and is like "your mine now" he take you home and you wake up the next day chained up and bleeding like.. Lilia I could see them playing rough tbh.

𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣:

Y'know I don't really see it maybe you do but I don't.

𝕊𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕜 ℤ𝕚𝕘𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕥:

Okay just a funny thought imagine he like ties you up and you guys are sitting together and he just tells you how much he love waka-sama XD and like he just explains it and he's like "oh yeah I love you a nd your here because I love you but I love waka-sama so much I could never tie him up" like boi-

PLEASE tell me if I forgot someone brain not going through

I could imagine Azul sitting as his desk saying a little peom

"Dear the deep blue sea! Let me be the only light you see!"

#jamil viper #kalim al asim #twisted wonderland #yandere #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #chenya #cater diamond #ace trappola #duece spade #twst housewardens #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst x reader

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dozing-marshmallow · 9 months

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Dawg…..i NEED NEEED NEED more of Chris Nibling with the other campers please 🙏 🙏

You ask, you shall receive ;D

CHRIS MCLEAN’S NIBLING! READER AND CAMPERS (CONTINUED HEADCANONS)

“Where did I leave it...?” The pretty blonde girl wondered around the campsite one day, in search of something. She finds you sitting in your beach chair and the missing item fades from her priorities,“Oh! Evening (Y/N)! Woah...you look tinier than I remember...”

“Huh?” You look up at her. Did her mind go on holiday again?

“Yeah! You’re like a little kid, I’m surprised they let you on the show!” She blurted out. Yep, it has.

“That’s because I am a kid! Not a little one.” You proudly remind her,“A little kid wouldn’t own a makeup kit now, would they?” you held up the one you found to her, not knowing it was hers, let alone what she was searching for until she squalled.

“Omg!” She plucks it from you, her long hair shimmering with the sun,“Thanks (Y/M)! You’re like my Santa’s little helper! Oooo! Have you ever tried this stuff?”

“The makeup?” You tilt your head,“Isn’t it for adults?”

“It’s for everyone!” Lindsay averred,“Oh, it’s a must! Makeoveeer!”

The idea startled you,“I don’t know... Uncle Chris might not-“

“Ohhh we’ll be fine! He’ll totally change his mind after seeing it!” She was very certain, which could either mean it’ll go exceptionally or horribly.

Only one way to find out.

"So lucky!” She holds your jaw up,“You're still at that age where you can eat whatever you want, whenever you want!”

"Huh? Can't you also eat whatever you want?" You asked your beautician of the day, unaware of adolescence’s side effects.

"I caaaan't! Too many carbs and butter tarts is bad for you!" She complained,"You break out into hives, grow hair everywhere and get taller...!"

“Eww!” you pull a face of repulsion,“I can’t imagine what you’re going through! It sounds so hard!”

"As Buddhism says, it's a part of life if you wanna keep tanning." A breath of sorrow, she searches her bag,"Okaay... Um, let's start off with the foundation!"

You watch her squirt some of this skin matching liquid on her blender,"Do you know what you’re doing?”

"Sure I dooo! But I bet you didn't know that when I was eleven, we had this charity called something Foundation visit us at school and they weren't even about make up!” She begins to dab it on your cheek,“So glad I exposed those con artists in front of everyone! What kind of charity deceives people like that?"

Uh huh...

"Eyeliner time!" She declares, hoarding the blender back into her kit.

You didn’t recognise what “eyeliner” was until she took it out, a pen looking thing,“Ohh I know what that is! My uncle uses that all the time! I always thought the way he did it looked creepy.”

“Uncle? You...have an uncle?” She repeated wide-eyed like the term was foreign.

“...Chris?”

“Ohhh right!” Her mind brought back to the minimum work,“That’s where I know you from!”

Having that needed to be recalled, you were kind of getting scared about what was she putting on your face.

“Let’s add a beauty mark therrrre! And you’re done!” She takes out her mirror and holds it in front of you,“Tadaa! What do you think?”

“It’s the wrong way, Lindsay.” You lightheartedly inform her.

“Oops! Sorry!” She flips it around, and you see the final product at last.

You gasped...

Wow!

Maybe it’s because you were inexperienced with makeup, but in your eyes, Lindsay was phenomenal, the very best: the shine on your nose and correctly placed pastels were all so glamorous to your young mind, you felt guilty for ever doubting her. She knew what she was doing!,“I love it! I love it, I love it, I love it! I look like those models Uncle Chris talks to sometimes! I don’t think I ever wanna wash my face again!”

"You're welcoooome!” The “dumb princess” chimed, twirling her finger around a strand of her hair,”Still think he won’t like it?”

Absolutely not! Maybe if he likes it enough, you could convince him to replace his current make up artist with her! Fingers crossed!

Hearing DJ, you jump into a non-lethal bush and waited until he was in your peripheral vision to grab his attention.

“Thought I heard you (Y/N)!” he warmly came over to you, used to your ways of a child,“Everything alright with you?”

“Yep!” you emerge, lifting your head up to make eye contact with the tall jock,“I wanted to know if...you wanted to feed the squirrels with me.”

“Aw, I’d love to-“ He paused. He had to remember that this adorable child was related to Chris,“Count me in!”

"Yay!" You pull onto his large hand and led him into the woods. Seeing a family of squirrels, you lean on a log and pass him your spare bag of nuts. While you waited for the bushy tailed rodents to warm up to you, DJ had a very serious question to ask.

“What’s the name of your teddy?”

Oh man! You were going to miss him so much when he goes,“Mrs Maple! She was there for me since day one! Chris got her for me.”

He takes a second to appreciate your innocence, connecting the story to his relationship with momma,“You really love him a lot, don’t you?”

You made a fuss from his imprecise words,“Mrs Maple is a girl!”

“I know that! I meant Chris.” Now they were precise; even at your error, he managed to not raise his voice if it meant the feasting squirrels could continue entrusting their vulnerability to the both of you.

“Ohh! Yeah, I love him a lot too! He’s on my top ten favourite people list(and so are you)! There’s no uncle in the world I would trade him for.” You exclaimed, goodbye-ing the squirrels in your thoughts,“Aww...”

Luckily, you weren’t left alone by nature’s animals for long; something further away moves into your sight, slow and mature. You excitedly point it out,“DJ, do you see that? There’s a moose over there!”

And he returns the excitement, by picking your smaller body up and sitting you on his shoulders. Woah! You’ve never been this high before! “Let’s get a closer look! Moose are also friendly.”

With his hands secured around your legs, you spread your arms out, mimicking an airplane,“Weeeee!”

Another session of free time led the campers to be diffused everywhere on the island, so there were very few people in the mess hall- such as Harold, Leshawna, and yourself, who was playing uno with Duncan. The stack was currently a green 8, like his mohawk. It’s Duncan’s turn and he takes a pause, before smirking.

“Two plus six makes eight...” he places down two cards at once, a blue two and a blue six.

This boils you to take discipline,“Pick up two cards, Duncan! You can’t do that, that’s cheating!”

“No it’s not!” He revolted back.

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!” you huff,“Chriiis!”

Having being called, your uncle gets up from where he was sitting and comes behind you,“What’s the problem?”

“Tell Duncan he can’t do that!” You demand, throwing a finger at the smug juvenile delinquent.

Chris complies to your exact words, by repeating in a dull tone,“Duncan, you can’t do that.”

“Aww come on, dude! You should’ve seen what I did! Look and decide as the host if it’s fair.” He gleefully folds his arms.

So Chris does and whether it was so he could see you irritated or that he genuinely liked what Duncan pulled, he approved of it.

“Hah! Sorry smarty pants!” Duncan laughed in triumph at you gritting your teeth,“Looks like you’ll be the one picking up two cards!”

You throw your deck at him,“No I won’t, because I quit!”

“Aww, is someone mad they couldn’t handle my genius?” He derided, resting his face on his palm, monobrow wiggling.

“Shut up, cheater!” You stuck your tongue out at him,“Cheater!”

So annoying!

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dotster001 · 2 years

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Are you ok with writing alcohol related stuff? I think it would be funny to have a drunk headmaster complain to reader about all the work and mischievous students while reader tries to calm him down and just get him to drink water because fae apparently do not have a superior tolerance. OR on the opposite: reader gets drunk and Crowley has to deal with us now maybe we get him flustered too >:)

(hey nonnie I finally finished it. I seriously debated waiting until my birthday so I could be like, "the US government says I can drink now!" But luckily for both of us, I got hit with the inspiration bug. I hope it's everything you dreamed edit; I just realized I combined your two ideas into one...oops I went flustered crowman route)

Drugged Up Reader Addition from 300 Followers event

A/N: It's in my pinned post, and I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but if this is the first of my stuff you've read, I view NRC as an actual college, so reader here is 18+. If it makes you more comfy, imagine it as grad school age.

CW: excessive drinking, black out from drinking

Fae were known to hold their liquor extraordinarily well. A bottle? Three? Bah! That didn't matter at all to the fae! Besides, he deserved to treat himself after putting up with shenanigans all day.

Four bottles……

Yeah, so Crowley was on his sixth bottle of a 300 year old wine of excellent vintage, when fate decided it was time for you to come to his office. Naturally, as the cool, collected, fabulous headmage he was, all he had to do was play it cool, and you'd never know.

"Greetings Prefect! What can I do ya for?" Yep. You'd never know.

Had he been more sober, he would have noticed that you were soaking wet and covered in dust and plaster bits. But since he didn't notice, he was able to not notice this fact, as you sat across from him with a frustrated huff.

"The shower in Ramshackle exploded," you scowled. "Any chance, in all your generosity, that there is some budget for a new one?"

"But of course!" He stood up, gesturing wildly. You couldn't hide your shock, which made him laugh, as he leaned over his desk to squish your face between his palms.

"My dearest, squishiest, prefect. Whatever you want, I shall give you!"

Suddenly, you gasped. "Are you drunk?"

He let go of your face and scoffed, illustrating the six empty bottles on his desk.

"Nonsense, my dear, the fae don't get drunk. As you can see, I have only consumed ten bottles…"

"There's only six here, though," you interrupted, becoming nervous for his health.

"Ah! You're right! I still have four more bottles to consume! You must join me Y/N!"

"I don't think I should…."

He kept over his desk with surprising dexterity, and gently slotted himself in your lap, nuzzling his cheek against yours like a cat.

"C'mon Y/N, I'd hate to drink alone. I'd be sooooo lonely without you…like before…" his eyes were suddenly elsewhere, and he froze in your lap.

Then he started tearing up, crying into your collar.

"Please don't leave me, Y/N!" He sobbed.

You began running your hands through his hair worriedly, trying to calm him down.

"Do you mean, like right this moment, or in general?" You asked, mildly amused with yourself.

"Yes," he whimpered. You had no idea how the giant crow man was able to make himself look so small in your lap, but it was making your heart melt.

"Okay, I won't leave then," you said, hoping that it would calm him a little.

He looked up at you, suddenly no longer crying, eyes full of total adoration.

"I love you Y/N. It's time you know that," he breathed, moving closer to your lips.

Then he blacked out.

….

Crowley opened his eyes, and immediately shut them again with a groan. The lights in his room were too bright, and his head hurt, and….wait. He didn't remember going to his room last night.

"Ah, sleeping beauty has finally awoken," that was your voice, but what were you doing in his room?

He opened his eyes, and slowly sat up. You were sitting in a chair next to his bed, holding a book and, great sevens, wearing his clothes.

"Why are you here?" He asked cautiously.

"You blacked out on me, and I had to drag you to your room. You're surprisingly heavy, you know. Are you hiding muscles under all those layers?"

He scoffed, ready to tell you about how someone of his station had to stay in good shape, until he fully processed what you had said.

"How generous of you to bring me to my room," he croaked. "But why," he swallowed thickly, "why are you wearing a set of my clothes?" Not that he'd complain. They looked good on you.

You raised a single eyebrow. "My shower exploded, remember? My clothes were all wet and dirty, and I didn't want to ruin your furniture, so I kind of just grabbed something from your closet." Your grin turned downright evil. "Wait, do you not remember anything from last night?"

You giggled. He loved that giggle, but right now he was filled with pure terror.

"I have an excellent memory, prefect," he scowled, trying to play it off. But it was clearly too late. You knew.

You stood up, and approached him. You squished his cheeks with your palms.

"So you remember this then?"

He loved your smile, but right now he wanted to wipe it off your face. You'd left him in his clothes, thank goodness, so you couldn't see his reddening cheeks under his mask. He'd never been more grateful for anything.

"Of course I remember," he said, composure disappearing fast.

"Then you remember this?" You crawled into his lap, and buried you face in his collar. He stiffened, afraid if he breathed you would disappear.

"Ye…yes."

"Okay," you grinned wickedly, "so you'll remember this then." You leaned into his ear and whispered, "I love you, Y/N."

He was going to have what humans called a heart attack. Had he really said that last night? He'd kept it buried for so long….

"If you remember that, you'll definitely remember this," you leaned in as though to kiss him, but pulled away and left his lap at the last second. He involuntarily let out a whine, making you giggle.

"And that's when you passed out."

He was on his feet in seconds pulling you tightly to him, directing your chin so you face him.

"Kiss me," he whispered breathlessly.

"That's not what happened," now that he was fighting back, you were starting to look flustered. Good. You deserved it.

"I'll give you whatever you want if you kiss me," he said, confidence steadily growing now that the ball was back in his court.

"Whatever I want? Hmmm…" you said thoughtfully, then leaned in to kiss him. He nibbled along your bottom lip, causing you to gasp, and allowing him to deepen the kiss. After several breathless moments, you pulled away from him entirely.

"Whatever I want," you muttered to yourself, and made to leave the room. As you pulled open the door, you called over your shoulder, "Fix my damned shower."

...

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arthenaa · 1 year

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It's a Muggle Thing - Sebastian Sallow x Fem! Reader

Plot Summary: Going home for the holidays, the boys decided to come with Nora to her hometown. Sebastian just didn't expect to find an interesting muggle there

content tags: muggle! reader, reader is not mc, silver trio graduated already <3, reader is an artist teehee, hl mc is named nora finley and is a half blood, hl mc grew up in a muggle environment, reader is mc's friend, sebastian and mc are aurors and often partnered up together, ominis is a professor at hogwarts, mc has a romantic fling w poppy sweeting rawr rawr i love them, seb falls too fast, mentions of sex at the end but its not rlly the actual thing haha, she/her pronouns and fem terms are used.

A/N: just imagine seb wearing that suit as an auror. im frothing on the mouth

"You're taking a leave?"

Sebastian places his hand on his hips as he watches his partner pack up her things for the day. His bestfriend of 7 years, deemed Hero of Hogwarts, and set for an upcoming promotion as Head Auror of the British Ministry of Magic, Nora Finley, looks back at him with a grin.

"Yep. Why are you acting surprised? I told you about this like weeks ago." She chuckles as she closes up her suitcase, propping it up on her desk before turning to him. Sebastian looks at her with a confused look as he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

After the eventful days of their years as students in Hogwarts, the two had ended up working as aurors for the ministry. Nora was immediately given a position due to her great efforts in preventing another wizarding war and Sebastian was accepted with his great battle knowledge in the dark arts. Ominis however had opted to remain in the halls of the great castle but now as a professor teaching potions (quite comical actually given that Ominis spent most of his time in potions class fumbling over ingredients and messing up potions as easy as a wiggenweld).

The trio had been doing their best in remaining contact with each other (well more of like trying to stay in contact with Ominis), telling tales about their recent accomplishments, funny stories to share and any other details regarding their lives. Their most recent one being Sebastian and Nora's great accomplishment in capturing yet another dark wizard who had tried to harm numerous muggles. Luckily enough, the situation hadn't exploded enough to obliviate a whole town. Sebastian had been expecting to have a small trio reunion to celebrate the accomplishment but now he's been feeling betrayed that Nora had gone ahead and requested a leave for a week.

"Did you really?" He raised his eyebrow, accusingly. Nora shakes her head in amusement.

"I did, Seb. You were probably too busy flaunting your physique to Yaxley at the ball." She teases as she grabs her case before walking to grab her coat. "I think it's quite adorable when you do that. It's like seeing two tiny tiny crups fighting."

Sebastian blushes before rolling his eyes. He watches Nora grab her coat before putting it on. "What about our celebration? I thought we we're going out for a drink!"

Nora shrugs as she puts it on and fixes her clothes. "Too bad. My mother has been requesting my presence, and this leave is the perfect time for me to visit. You can drink with Ominis, though!"

The brunette strengthened his resolve as he followed the witch out of their office and into the halls of the ministry. "I think this is totally unfair. Ominis was begging in the letters for us to get together! I think he's going bonkers with the amount of time he spends with children."

Nora laughs as she nods at a co-worker who passes by them. "That wasn't what he said, Seb. Ominis will be outraged when he finds out you overexaggerate his letters."

"I overexaggerate his letters because he can't say shit to you. He thinks you'll think of him as weak or something." Sebastian argues as they reach the elevator. Nora pulls out her wand, flicking her wrist as the tip of the wand lights up. She then pulls it away as the doors of the elevator open in front of her.

"I don't think of him as weak. I'd die if I was told to handle first years." She sighs before stepping inside the elevator. The house elf managing the elevator gives her a nod, to which she responds with a nod as well.

"Hello, Hank. Ground floor, please." She replies with a smile. Hank only grunts as he flicks his wand to lead the moving platform. She then turns to Sebastian, who looks at her with a frustrated look. "Please don't make too much trouble while I'm gone, okay?"

The wizard doesn't reply for a moment as he watches the doors close. At the last moment, he squeezes his way through, and Nora lets out a yelp of surprise. "Sebastian what—"

"Let us come with you." He grabs her shoulders. Nora raises her eyebrows in surprise. He takes a breath before glancing at the house elf, who gives him a disappointed tsk. He looks back at Nora, who looks at him expecting. "I mean, me and Ominis talked about learning more about you. You've gone to my house and Ominis basically told you about his family so why not let us come with you?"

Nora stares at him for a while before smiling. "Alright cowboy. Don't regret saying yes to this if things go south alright?"

Well, Sebastian could definitely handle it. He thinks. He knows Nora's mother is a muggle and she spent her young days in a muggle environment. It'll be a culture shock for sure but Anne and him had been somewhat exposed to muggle culture. He had books of muggle authors, tasted some of their sweets and even communicated with them for an investigation.

Surely, this will be a piece of cake.

"You said what?!"

Ominis yelled to which Sebastian tried to cover his mouth with his hands. The blonde slaps his hands away rather harshly. Sebastian lets out a yelp of pain before biting his lip to avoid attracting more attention. He had apparated to Hogwarts to visit his old friend and inform him of his talk with Nora. The two stood outside the castle where the garden is. He sees some students send a concerned glance at them as they hesitantly greet Ominis who only waves them off with a hand.

"I need you to lower your voice, Ominis." Sebastian murmurs lowly as he slips his hands in the pockets of his coat. Ominis shakes his head as he crosses his arms.

"Why should I do that? I'm a figure of authority here now, Sebastian. We're not students anymore." Ominis retorts.

"I'm not talking about that! I just don't want your students to see me as some guy harassing their professor. As if I don't get any bad reputation at the ministry." He scoffs as he kicks a pebble on the stone steps.

"Maybe they should. You're literally telling me that I have to go on a one week trip when I have priorities to attend to." Ominis glares at the direction of his voice. Sebastian smiles sheepishly. He had said it out of panic. He didn't want to be alone for the week, and he certainly didn't want to come with Nora alone in a muggle environment even though he told himself it would be a piece of cake.

It sucks being a hypocrite.

"C'mon! It's just for a week. Merlin knows you need a break, Professor Gaunt." He nudges Ominis with his elbow playful. The Potions professor scoffs as he moves away from him.

"Your tomfoolery might've worked on me before, but I've matured. My point still stands." Ominis turns his head away as an act of defiance. Sebastian just smiles softly as his friend. He looks more like a kid who doesn't want to take his vegetables.

"I think Mr. Sallow might be correct on this one." A familiar voice had intercepted their conversation. Ominis lets out a sigh as he drops his arms. Sebastian lights up at her entrance.

"Professor Onai." He bows slightly as a sign of respect. The divination professor only raises her hand to stop him.

"Oh no, no. Please, call me Mudiwa. You're not a student anymore, Mr. Sallow." Professor Onai smiles softly. Sebastian nods at her words.

"Then please, Sebastian is fine."

"I overheard the students mentioning a strange man harassing our beloved professor, so I just had to make sure if I needed to do any saving." Mudiwa jokes as she stands between the two. Ominis rolls his eyes.

"No damsel in distress here." Ominis sarcastically replies.

"That I see. It's an overworked one, I do know." Mudiwa glances at Sebastian, who nods in agreement. Ominis shakes his head, sensing the budding cooperation between the teacher and former student.

"I will not let you make Professor Onai your accomplice, Sebastian. I will not be swayed." Ominis's eyebrows furrow in annoyance. Sebastian only grins at this.

"Who said about anyone being an accomplice? I originally came here to tell you that Professor Weasley is granting you a week's leave." Professor Onai pats his shoulder. "She'll be taking over for your classes given that a new teacher for transfiguration has been assigned."

Ominis's face drops at the new information. Sebastian then giggles into his hand. He turns his head fast towards the direction of his voice. "Did you do this?! Did you really have to contact Professor Weasley knowing I wouldn't agree?!"

Sebastian walks down the steps before shrugging his shoulders. "Eh, perks of being her favorite, I guess."

"You little shit."

"That I am!"

Professor Onai only laughs loudly at the interaction.

The three had apparated to Nora's town much to Ominis's chagrin. After getting smacked in the head multiple times by the young Gaunt, the two had decided that this would be the best time to learn more about their dearest friend, Nora, as well as the muggle community.

Sebastian knows that her closest family knew about her identity as a witch, so it makes Sebastian a little relieved that he wouldn't have to hide his magic, at least inside the comfort of Nora's home.

"We're almost there." Nora says as she leads the three of them through a village. Sebastian glances around, arm intertwined with Ominis, given that he had to hide his wand for now due to muggles. He had his walking stick, but to be honest, using Sebastian as a walker seems much more fun with all the shit he put up with.

Nora then stops at a house with a blue gate before turning to the two and waving them over. She opens it with ease and rushes over to knock on the door. Sebastian pulls Ominis to a stop before dropping his luggage on the ground.

The door opens to reveal an old looking woman who at first squints her eyes before screaming enthusiastically. She pulls Nora into a hug as they jump in each other's arm in joy.

"How wonderful! This is such a pleasant surprise!" The woman or assumed as Mrs. Finley smiles lovingly at her daughter, who holds her hands tightly within hers.

"You know I had to come home, mama." Nora laughs softly before pressing a kiss on her cheek. She then moves to the side to present her companions. "I have guests with me."

"Oh! Come in! We can exchange pleasantries inside. You must be tired from your journey." Mrs. Finley motions for them to come in. Sebastians smiles at the warm greeting as he takes his case and moves inside. Ominis had taken out his wand, knowing that he's safe to use it and walks inside as well.

The auror takes a look around, scanning the interior of his best friend's home. Mrs. Finley excitedly frets over them as she helps them out of their coats and gently moves them to sit on the couch.

"Do tell me about your friends, darling!" She warmly smiles as she sits down on the couch in front of them. Nora laughs at her mother's enthusiasm, and so she introduces the two. Mrs. Finley was a wonderful host. She told stories of Nora when she was young, which the two graciously enjoyed. She talked and asked about the wizarding world and revealed that when she had met Nora's father, who had tragically passed due to his work as an auror that frequents in the front lines, magic was one of the reasons that they had met so she kind of expected that her daughter would one day be exposed to the world of her father. She admits that she's also glad Nora made more friends. The only one she met was her girlfriend, Poppy Sweeting, who had come over once to be introduced. "What an absolute sweetheart," she says.

As Sebastian continues to listen in on the conversation, his eyes glance towards the artwork hanging on the wall, above the couch where Mrs. Finley sat. His curiousity gets the better of him. "The art looks marvelous. Was this curated from a famous muggle artist?"

Mrs. Finley looks back and up at the canvas. Nora answers for her. "Oh, that? That's made by Y/N. A friend of mine."

"Is she a famous muggle artist? What does the artwork look like?" Ominis joins in on the conversation. Sebastians leans close to him to describe the piece. The young Gaunt nods in understanding.

"She is, I believe? She gets her art curated on exhibits." Mrs. Finley smiles proudly. "She's going to be here tomorrow. We have a debut to go to. I hope you brought fancy clothes?"

Ominis purses his lips. "I didn't, but I suppose it's nothing a bit of magic can't fix. A certain someone had me rushing my way over here."

Sebastian coughs into his hand before smiling at Mrs. Finley. "Don't worry, we'll manage."

The party was loud. Too much even.

This debut that they had gone to was of a daughter of a neighbor close to Nora's family, and apparently, most neighbors in the village were pretty close with one another. Sebastian almost felt out of place if it weren't for Ominis clinging to his arm.

"Stupid walking stick. If only I could just use my wand. Why do I have to suffer this way." Ominis grunts as he taps the floor with the object of his frustrations. Sebastian wraps his arm around his shoulders.

"You have me here. Consider this a once in a lifetime opportunity of making me your personal walker." Sebastian jokes. Ominis smiles at his offer.

"I might just make that permanent from all the headache you gave me."

"Please don't."

"You guys! Stop sulking in the corner and come over here." Nora calls them over as she chats with an unfamiliar face. A pretty unfamiliar face, Sebastian thinks as he moves closer with Ominis in tow. "This is Y/N. I was talking about your art to them last night. They were pretty impressed by it."

Y/N. Y/N. Pretty name.

"I'm Sebastian Sallow. This is Ominis Gaunt." The brunette smiles boyishly as he extends his hand for a handshake. The young woman raises her eyebrows in amusement before shaking her hand as well.

"Didn't know your friends at your new school was this handsome." She teases to which Nora rolls her eyes. Sebastian holds eye contact with her for a few seconds before he looks down at his feet due to nervousness.

"Whatever. Ominis! Come with me. I'm going to give gifts to the debutante." Nora grabs Ominis, who lets himself be dragged across the room.

"Still quite the troublemaker, isn't she?" the artist beside him breaks the silence. He almost ignores her, not believing that the question was directed towards him. He's going dumb.

"Yeah. A pain on the ass sometimes but workable." Sebastian scrunches his nose in contemplation. Y/N laughs.

"What do you do for work, Sebastian?" She asks as she moves closer to him, hand twirling the champagne she's holding.

"... Law .... enforcement?" Sebastian raises his eyebrow as he tries to find a perfect substitution to explain what an auror is. Y/N nods in amusement.

"So a police officer?"

"More like detective, I guess."

"Sexy." Y/N winks as she takes a sip of her drink. "I take that Nora is also in law enforcement? The gal barely tells me anything ever since she transferred. I'd get the truth out someday."

"Good luck with that. Nora is one secretive bastard." Sebastian chuckles as he shoves his hands in his pockets. The woman stares at him for a good moment to which he responds with a raised eyebrow.

"That forward?" He teases. She only rolls her eyes at him.

"I'm just doing things you're scared to do, Mr. Sallow." She purrs before setting her champagne down and moving to the dance floor. "Dance with me!"

Sebastian had never seen someone look and dance so messily but beautiful. Balls like this in the wizarding world were often done in elegance and proper etiquette, but seeing someone let loose and move haphazardly across the dance floor was somewhat comforting and fun to watch to.

"Sebastian!" She giggles. The auror smiles before shuffling towards her. They continue to dance together, riding the rhythm and basking in each other's presence.

"And... done!"

The artist turns her canvas around to show Sebastian a new art piece she came up with. The two had progressed to a finer level of friendship. He had gained the privilege of seeing her pre-curated work before it would be released to the public. He considers it his greatest achievement for now. He admires the piece before the woman sets it down to dry.

"I'm really actually amazed by how good you are. I suppose I'd want to have one as well." Sebastia ponders off as he crosses his legs on the couch, elbow on his knee, and chin on his palm. "Might look good in my office."

"You'd probably think too much of me if you set it in your office."

Did Sebastian mention they're flirting more now?

He doesn't know what happened, but all he knows is one second he's dancing and the next he's thinking about her day and night.

He has deduced that this woman is amazing.

He fails to notice Y/N pulls out another canvas before she starts painting. He tries to move, but a hand is held up to stop him. "Stop. Don't move."

"... Right." He mumbles as he settles in a comfortable position. He watches her eyes glance up to him as her brush moves elegantly on the canvas.

During his days in Nora's muggle home, he hadn't expected befriending her childhood friend, Y/N Y/L/N, who is gifted in the field of arts. The muggle had been with them ever since the party, and Sebastian thoroughly enjoyed her presence. It seemed that Nora and Ominis caught on as they tried to give you two as much alone time as possible (Ominis would smirk at him and pat his back like a job well a done. Sebastian wishes he could jinx that smirk out of his face).

He learned more about their community as well. It was nice experiencing stuff without magic that can easily be done by it. Mrs. Finley is a sweetheart and have done nothing but be generous towards them. Sebastian supposes this could be the best week of his life.

"Penny, for your thoughts?" A soft voice breaks him out of his reverie. He glances up at Y/N, who had now paused her painting to look at him with a concerned smile.

"Ah, just thinking how much this week has been amazing." He gives her a lopsided smile as he fiddles with his fingers. "This was just decided on a whim. I'm glad I went here."

Y/N nods in understanding before standing up from her position. "Well, if it's worth anything, I'm glad you did. Wouldn't have met such a wondrous subject for a portrait."

Both of them laugh at her teasing. Y/N walks towards him, to which he holds his hand out. The artist grabs his hand and stands in front of him, looking down at him with a soft look.

"Beautiful." Sebastian mutters as he scans her features. "Have I ever told you that?"

She giggles into her hand. "Well, romances don't exactly work that fast within 4 days."

Sebastian shakes his head playfully. "Cheeky."

The muggle leans down to lessen the distance between them. Sebastian falls silent as he now has a front view to the beautiful woman in front of him. His hands sweat with nervousness.

"But I'd like to try it out." She whispers as she sends him a playful grin before tapping his nose with her index finger. Sebastian lets out an amused breath as he watches the artist flutter around in her studio.

She's gonna be the death of him.

Their joyous one week leave was coming to an end, and Sebastian couldn't help but feel sad about it. He had come to really enjoy his time here, and judging by Ominis's pleased face as he drinks his muggle beer, he too had enjoyed this vacation. Mrs. Finley had suggested having drinks on their final day before they had to depart tomorrow afternoon. A bad decision, really, but who denies that opportunity?

Nursing a beer on his hand, he takes a swig before glancing at Nora who had been reading a letter with a giddy smile. "From Poppy, I assume?"

Nora glances at him with a raised eyebrow. "Mind your business."

"That's not gonna stop me." He leans close to her, trying to get a glimpse of her letter. Nora leans back, shielding it from his curious eyes. "C'mon, what'd it say?"

"She's in America right now." Nora lets out an exasperated sigh. "She got her hands full with a Thunderbird."

Ominis perks up at the mention of the animal. "Ooh, I've always wanted to meet one."

"Being a magizoologist seems quite fun." Sebastian leans back against his chair. "It's the traveling I'm quite jealous of."

"You'd suck as magizoologist. Give it up." Ominis retorts. Sebastian gives him a punch on the shoulder, to which he laughs. The young Gaunt takes a sip of his beer. "This beer is amazing, by the way."

"Right? I'd never get tired of it." Nora smiles as she takes a drink of her own. She then leans forward to give the auror a teasing look. "But now, I'd rather talk about you and Y/N."

At the mention of her muggle friend, Ominis leans forward as well, interested in the conversation. Sebastian grunts in annoyance. "Why should I tell you both shit?"

"Rude. We're your best friends." Nora pouts as she leans her head on Ominis's shoulder.

"She's wonderful, if that's what you're asking." He sighs, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "Quite talented as well."

"Mhm." Nora hums before moving close to loudly whisper in Ominis's ear. "He's got a crush."

"I do not!" Sebastian argues as he smacks Nora's knee. The young witch lets out a loud laugh.

"Wizards who lie end up in Azkaban, Seb."

"I'd get put in Azkaban for killing your smartass, for sure."

"But I know she's your type. I could basically sense the attraction out of you." Ominis teases. Sebastian shakes his head at his best friends, who continue to tease and poke fun of him.

"Sebastian!" A voice calls him over. It's Y/N.

"Your future wife's calling. Better go to her." Nora smacks his back in encouragement. He gives her his beer before flipping her off as he stands up. He then turns to Ominis and verbally communicates his message.

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, yeah."

He runs towards the person of his interests, smiling as she grabs his hand and pulls him to a secluded part of Nora's home. He sees one of her hands tucked behind her.

"What's up?" He smiles. Y/N shyly moves in her spot before biting her lip.

"Remember that portrait I did? Well, I finished it and it's your last day so consider it a gift." She mumbles before moving her hand from her back to reveal a neatly painted piece. He marvels at the work of art, amazed by how similar the portrait is to his face.

"This... This is wonderful, Y/N." He lets out a chuckle of excitement, smile reaching ear to ear. The artist only revels in his enthusiasm. "Thank you."

"No, thank you for being a dear these past few days. I hadn't met someone and hit it off with them that fast." She chuckles. Sebastian looks at her with an unreadable look. "Consider this a memento for our friendship."

"You make it sound like we'd never meet again." He mumbles as he moves close towards her. She raises her chin in amusement.

"Well, will we?" She raises her hands to dust off any lint on his clothes, which was just an excuse to place her hands on his chest.

"I'll make sure of it." Sebastian smiles. "You said you'd try, remember?"

At the repeat of her words, she lets out a giggle. She then leans close to him. "Is it bad to kiss you this early?"

Sebastian's eyes focus on her lips as he pulls her close with his free hand. "Eh, probably."

She grins as she leans closer. "You probably don't care."

"Just shut up and kiss me." He sighs. The young woman laughs before pulling his collar to give him a firm kiss on his lips.

Something so fast had never felt so right. Maybe it's just a muggle thing.

"5 galleons they're snogging." Ominis takes a drink of his beer. Nora scoffs.

"10 galleons they're fucking." Nora ups her bet. Ominis gives her a look of disgust.

"Too crass, Nora."

"Yeah, well, I'd like to get my 10 galleons soon. I'd bet my fucking life Sebastian will get fucked." She smirks into her drink.

"You're disgusting."

"Thanks, I take pride in it."

A/N: anotha one. SORRY FOR THE LATE POST. i said id post 2 fics but this took longer than i expected. not too proud of this one but it's okay i guess. THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON MY PAST FEW WORKS <333 didnt think it would blow up. have a great day yall!!

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt

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akiitos · 2 years

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summary: project sekai boys confessing that they like u!!! ☆

(gn!reader, contains toya, akito, rui, and tsukasa!)

;; hcs, then a short story

☆ Akito shinonome -

• ena and an kept on teasing him about how he had a crush on you

• lol he did but he was in denial

• also spent like a full 3 mins alone in his room thinking about a cool way he could say it without embarrassing himself

• an suggests at a nice cafe, and akito thinks its too much

• ena insisted on helping akito, and suggested to meet you after school or saying it over text

• decided on texting you after school before you left to meet him in front of the school

• ena was TOTALLY not behind a tree or something like that

• he was nervous but he wanted to look cool for you so he tried keeping eye contact

• mission failed, he looked obviously nervous that it was funny

• "i like you, y/n. i'd rather not make an excuse to hide my feelings anymore, it's getting annoying" was probably something akito said ngl

the bell had just rung, and you grabbed your school bag and put it on. sighing with exhaustion, you grab your phone and see that you had just gotten a text from Akito, a friend of yours. he's a cool guy, and he's pretty, you had to admit. which embarrassingly, you had to admit, you started developing a crush on him. clicking the chat, you saw that he wanted to meet you in front of the school. curious, you agreed and said that you'd be there in a couple minutes. jogging down the stairs, you managed to make it right when he did! with a confused face, you ask, "oh, hey akito. what did you need to talk about?" he blushes while coughing and begins to put his hands in his pocket. you couldve sworn you saw someone give him a thumbs up from behind a tree, but maybe it was just your imagination. with a serious face, he says, "i like you, y/n." you feel as if everything around you has froze, and its just you both in the world. blushing, you look at him in the eyes, his cheeks a fuming red color.

what if he was pranking you? you didnt wanna embarrass yourself. you both stay silent until akito coughs awkwardly, and apologizes. "i don't really care if you don't feel the same way.. i just had to get these.. uh, feelings off my chest! so sorry," so, he was actually telling the genuine truth? with a smile, you laugh a little, causing him to deadpan. "i like you aswell, akito!" you say while putting your hands in your pocket. he looks suprised, honestly, he didn't expect you to feel the same way. with a short smile, he chuckles, "i'm glad. well then, would you like to go out sometime?"

♡ Toya Aoyagi -

• he probably didnt even realize he liked you at first until his other fellow group members pointed it out

• thats when he started thinking if he liked you or not

• yep he ended up liking you in the end

• wasnt unsure if you liked him back, and he didnt wanna risk ruining your guys' friendship

• that was until he overheard you and an talking about how you liked him

• thats when he started getting more confident in his feelings

• he felt pretty confident in confessing, but he was pretty inexperienced

• sort of nervous ig?? like 3/10 nervousness? he was only nervous bc he didnt wanna ruin his confession

• an knew that both of you guys had a crush on eachother, and insisted on being a wingwomann

• an suggested inviting you to the park or something casual

• he ended up asking you if you wanted to hangout at an arcade

it was a boring saturday for you. no plans at all, that was, until toya asked if you wanted to hangout at an arcade. answering the text almost immidientally, you replied with a yes. excitedly, you got ready, putting on some nice outfit that you found in your closet. you thought that maybe, just maybe, today would be the day that you'd tell him that you liked him. but, what if he didn't like you back? numerous thoughts roamed your mind. before you knew it, you were already out the door and walking to the arcade that was nearby. hearing a distant, "hey!", you look and see that its toya. with a smile, you wave and run over to him.

he patted your head as you both entered the arcade, ready to play as much games as you both could. but, toya being the toya he is, he planned this whole thing from top to bottom. stating that he'd first play a couple of games with you, and stop to take a break, then play more games, buy you the most expensive prize, and give it to you before you leave while confessing. with proud smiles, you both went around the arcade, playing games that you both thought was fun, practically draining each game from their tickets! after an hour or so has passed, he suggested on taking a break, on which you agreed to. he looked at the prize booth and realized that he had enough tickets to buy a certain prize he thought you'd like. excusing himself from you, he secretly bought the pair of headphones, that were your favorite color. after he bought it, he hid it in his bag and came back to you. both of you excited, you both continued playing more games until you both had to go. right as you were out the door, he followed after you, patting your shoulder. you turned around, and asked what the matter was, until he brought something out of his bag.

with a blushing face, you thanked him endlessly and hugged him. he patted your back and smiled. suddenly, he said, "i like you a lot, y/n. would you like to my s/o?" with a shy, yet certain smile. you were shocked, but nodded eagerly. maybe this weekend wasn't gonna be so bad after all.

☆ Tsukasa Tenma -

• he knew for a fact that he liked you when he got to know you better

• nene kept on telling tsukasa that he liked you, in which he just stayed silent in response

• he was very excited whenever you both were alone together, and was usually hyper

• honestly saki caught on when he kept on talking about you

• even saki teased him about how much he talks abour you, in which he denies

• he wanted the confession to be unforgettable, yet special to both you and him

• he was kinda nervous, but acted like he knew what he was doing

• he had NO idea what he was doing but (somehow) managed to pull it off??? like???? ????? what

• he probably took you to pheonix wonderland and casually, yet proudly, told him that he liked you

• was probably cocky about it too /hj

it was a sunny day, and you sat on one od the chairs watching wonderlandsxshowtime preform. you were friends with one of the actors, tsukasa, and you had a crush on him the first time you saw him. secretly, he did aswell. families sat in the audience waiting for the curtains to open, and that happened. the curtains opened, revealing the four actors. but, your eyes were glued onto the sunset-haired boy before you.

with a smile, you watched the play. the play was about a boy who fell in love with a friend, but the boy was unsure if his friend liked him aswell. the plot, was relatable to the situation you were in, so you watched, with a fascinated expression planted on your face. you thought, that maybe this play would give you advice on how you could someday, confess your growing feelings to tsukasa. but before you knew it, the play was already over. the audience, was clapping as the chairs slowly emptied out once again, leaving you alone. you got up and ran over to the back of the stage and congratulated the group about their performances. the group members all started leaving, but tsukasa stayed with you. the sun was setting, and you never realized how pretty he looked under the setting sun, the sun shining on his golden hair, lighting him. it felt perfect, both of you alone. he stated that you were his own special 'lucky charm'

as you both were lost in thought, he laughed a little. you smiled and realized that it was getting late. as he started walking away, he stopped and turned back to look at you. you were pretty confused, really. that was, until he said, "oh yeah, thank you for coming here, y/n. i like you a lot!"

♡ Kamishiro Rui -

• bros just head over hills for you atp, no joke

• you both met when you guys were kids, and he was happy that you havent left him, even now that you guys are older.

• both of your parents teased you both about how you reminded them of an old married couple

• he probably acts like he doesnt like you so he doesnt seem weird

• he OBVIOUSLY likes you 😭

• he isnt that nervous about confessing, he just doesnt want it to turn out badly

• he's pretty observant, so he would probably find out that you both share the same feelings

• he defo ended up making the first move lol

• he probably teased you SOO much during his confession too

• summary: he's a tease

it was late at night, and you couldn't fall asleep. luckily for you, it wasn't a school night. you were pretty bored, and you wanted someone to talk to. knowing rui, he'd probably be up at this time doing something with his robots that he has.. so, you get our your phone and dial in his number, waiting for him to answer. speaking of the devil, he just did. "y/n? you're still awake at this time? what's the matter?" he asks with a worried tone. "no, it's nothing! i just can't fall asleep, that's all." you say in a slight whisper. he quietly hums in response. "well then, we could talk the night away if thats what you want! i could even turn on my camera if you want, hehe" he insists with a sly voice. you agree as both of you guys turn on youe camera.

the bright light illuminating in your dark room, showed his messy room, filled with endless inventions he could come up with. the night wasn't as boring now, and you both talked about any subject that came up to both of your minds. like how your days went, favorite stuff, and stuff you hate. even simple what-if questions. that was, until he suddenly asked, "hey y/n, what if i liked you? then what?" you blush a little, and think. then what? you did like him, so you wouldn't really mind. you hesitantly respond with, "i don't really know. i wouldn't mind though" he looks a little suprised and chuckles.

"well then, i like you, y/n. care to go out with me?"

authors note: DANG long post with rui and toya????????? wowooeoeoeee!!!!

#project sekai #project sekai x reader #prsk #tsukasa tenma x reader #akito shinonome x reader #rui kamishiro x reader #toya aoyagi x reader

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espinosaurusrexex · 2 years

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Neighbor!SteveRogers x female!reader

summary: You like Steve. And, actually, Steve likes you too. But for some reason, you are convinced that he doesn’t. So after you come home one night, drunk off your ass might I add, and freshly stood up by one asshat of a Tinder date, Steve can’t help but confront you about it. And just to make sure you understand his intentions, he has to show you how he really feels.

a/n: So I finally did it, I tried something new... 🫢 I really don’t know what to think about it and I would GREATLY appreciate feedback on this one.

This is basically how I imagine America's golden boy having sex. Say what you want, but he's a softie.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: alcohol consumption, slight angst, swearwords, fluff, smut (you can just read until the second “—“ and the story will still make perfect sense if you don’t wanna read that sort of thing) !MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

･ﾟ✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ｡✭･ﾟ✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*･ﾟ

"Fuck." You bumped against the door as your keys fell to your feet. There was no way you were going to open your apartment with all these freaking keys on your keychain. Why were there so many? What the fuck did you need so many keys for?

"Shhhhh," you whispered to the items that would hopefully unlock your comfortable bed when you heard your neighbor rattling behind his door.

Apartment 25A. You didn't need him to see you like this now. He'd probably be worried by all the noise you made at one in the morning. And then you’d have to tell him what happened.

Aaaaand you were right:

"Are you okay?" A deep voice hushed through the hallway as you bent down to retrieve the keys from the floor. When you stood up again, there was a handsome blonde leaning on his doorway, his face partly hidden by the wooden frame.

"I'm fine, Steve,” you hiccuped, “go back to bed.”

"Are you sure?”

“Yes."

Maybe going out on a Thursday night had not been the greatest idea, but really it seemed like the only solution to your problem about 4 hours ago. And about 2 hours ago, you were convinced that this was, in fact, the best plan you’d ever had as you told the whole nightclub while sweatily dancing your breath away on the run-down dance floor.

*clunk* you missed the hole again, scratching the door slightly.

“Fucking hell...” You muttered under your breath as you leaned your head against the wood to be able to use both hands for the key.

Yep, definitely not that great of a plan if it would end with your having to sleep out in the hall. Well, at least you had a great time for about 1 hour. You’d have to remind yourself of that when you would wake up with a pounding headache tomorrow.

“Here,” Steve said as he approached you. Oh, that's right, he was still here.

He took the chain from your hand gently and looped his arm around your waist to hold you steady. It took him a while to find the right key, but when he finally opened the door with his left hand, you had almost fallen asleep standing up, with your head on his shoulder. Why did he have to smell so good? That was just unfair.

“I don’t need your help.” You mumbled as the both of you tumbled over the threshold.

“Sure you don’t.”

He watched as you desperately tried to unzip your dress. But the zippy thing was too tiny. Why did they make those so tiny? This was impossible. Nobody would be able to open that. Why did you even choose it? That asshole who had stood you up didn’t even deserve to see you in that skin-tight number, and now you even had the trouble.

“Stop looking.” You fell over your shoes with your hands behind your back.

“I’m not looking.” His arms crossed before his chest, Steve frowned.

“Then stop scolding me.”

“I’m not.” He totally was. He was judging you for being drunk. You didn’t like it. Especially because this was all his fault. If he just weren’t so perfect, all of this could have been avoided. But, no. Mr. Golden boy had to go and mess it all up.

“I can do this on my own.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” he scoffed.

Of course, deep down you knew that this was probably a really unreasonable approach to the situation but that didn’t change the fact that you were still hurt. And, well, Steve was here and he was partly a reason for this hurt - so he had to take the blame for tonight.

“Why don’t you just let me help you?” You didn’t need his perfect stupid hands on your body. And you certainly didn’t need his hot breath on your skin while he unzipped that damn dress, either.

“Because I don’t need you!” Your hands fell to the side, your eyes focused on Steve as you struggled to ignore the burning in your eyes.

“I don’t need you...” You whispered.

“You said that already.” What was that? A fast glimmer swooshed through his stare. Almost unnoticeable if you hadn’t already looked at him.

“Well, good.” There it was again. Was that... hurt?

His shoulders slumped. “I’m gonna go then.”

You didn’t reply, just turned away and headed to the bedroom before you could hear the door close. Silently, of course, Steve didn’t want to wake the neighbors.

—

It was 6pm. 6pm and you still hadn’t knocked at his door. You had come home by now - walked by his door twice. You walked past twice and you didn’t check in. He had left the mail purposely but you didn’t check in. What had happened last night? Steve couldn’t deny that your encounter had pulled on his heart. Something must have happened. He’d seen it in your eyes last night. The hurt, the hopelessness, the acceptance of pain. They were slightly dull when you had looked at him through the haze. And even though your eyelids had covered most of that beautiful y/e/c, Steve felt the emotions settled within a hundred times more intense.

Steve looked at the clock again: 6:02pm. His leg bounced nervously while his hands clawed into the armrest.

He had to know. He had to ask even if it was the stupidest thing he’d ever done. You obviously didn’t want to see him, but he had to at least know why.

So, sure enough, about one minute later, Steve was standing in front of your door, hand knocking on the wood like a maniac.

Muffled rumbling pushed through the barrier. “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

And when the door finally opened, Steve was met with your annoyed face that vastly turned into a hard stare once you recognized him.

Before you could say anything he brushed past you, settling in the same spot he had the night before. “Why would you say that?”

“What do you mean?” Frustration laced the air as you stared at him from the doorway, your hand still clutched on the knob.

“Why are you so...” His hands flailed in the air. “One day you ask me to hang out and the next I get the cold shoulder. One day I get spare cookies and the next I'm not allowed to help you open your door. What... what?”

“Why do you even care, Steve?” You closed the door.

“Why do I care? Are you serious?” This was a joke, right? After all, it was Steve who would cut out the articles of the papers he thought interested you and pushed them under your door after you had canceled your subscription. It was Steve who knocked on your door after every exciting event to tell you everything about it first. It was Steve that had been waiting behind his door after every night out, to listen to your footsteps telling him that you had gotten home safely. It was Steve who, despite your constant stubbornness, cared and worried for you. It was also him that had racked his mind about the meaning of your behavior towards him for the better part of today just to be met with that coldness again. Who would do that if they weren’t harboring a big fat crush?

“Well, yes! Because for all I know I’m just the stupid neighbor that will never be good enough for you!”

His heart dropped as he watched the tears brim in your eyes. His features softened, his shoulders slumped, and his fists unclenched. “Why would you think that?”

It was silent for a good moment. Nobody moved, and about twelve eternities later, you finally looked up at him.

“I’ve just never been enough for anybody. Why should you be an exception?”

It was gone. All the rage, the confusion, the hurt - deceased, swept away by a wave of realization and pulled into the deep ends of his mind.

“Y/N.” His voice was stern, seriousness laced within but his eyes were soft. There was a hinge of disappointment hidden between the letters of your name. Whether it was of him or you, Steve couldn’t tell.

“No, I don’t need a lecture from you,” you answered harshly, almost as of you were trying to interrupt him. But Steve had not intended to add any more words. He had hoped it was enough, the way he had said your name - the expression he had fought to uphold while being ripped apart by sadness. Obviously, it wasn’t.

“Yes, you do,” he decided quickly and moved closer. Your eyes switched between his. “Because for all I know, you’re the most amazing person there is. You’re kind and lovely. You say good morning to the grumpy old man next door every time you see him even though he has not replied once. You care so much. You climbed over the fire escape to water my plant when I was out for a week. You always check if I’m ok when I don’t get my mail before you go to work. Why don’t you let other people do the same for you?“ His Hand reached out toward you, laying gently on your cheek. “Because a bunch of douchebags have failed to tell you how amazing you are?” Steve’s chest was heaving, his heart hammering to his ribs.

Your stare was solid, fighting with comprehension. And then, within about three heartbeats, there it was. A settlement. A decision. Confidence. Steve could see it wash over you gradually. And he loved it.

In the next moment, you leaped forward, your arms slung around his neck and your lips pressed to his eagerly, desperate. And Steve did everything in his power to put all the feeling into his response. Greedy hands clammed to his shirt as your hot breath fanned over his cheek. His hands held you tight, as they pressed you to his body, protective and scared to lose this - to lose you in this moment of heat and passion.

—

The floorboards creaked as Steve ushered you to the Sofa, his hands already working on your shirt, slipping beneath and finally making contact with your skin. A low grunt escaped his throat as the heat of your skin seeped through him through his fingertips. They traveled down on your body, slipping past the elastic of your joggers and resting on your ass. You pulled away merely, holding his face in your hands and admiring the dazed look in his eyes.

There was so much to unpack still, and you would have loved to hear him tell you about how much he liked you for another hour, but with the way his touch felt on your skin - hot and needy - you were just as eager to have him show you.

He nudged you backward with a tender smile, laying you down on the cushions as your hands began to work on the hem of his shirt.

“This needs to go.” You moaned as his lips reattached to your throat, hot tingles shooting to your core with the weight of his body on yours and the pressure of his growing budge prominent on your thigh.

His shirt was off in no time and as your hands finally roamed his bare and muscular back, the realness of the moment hit you. This was him. This was Steve as he wanted you to see him and that sparked a warmth in your chest you’d never felt before.

Steve worked his way down your body, over the valley of your breasts, and further down to your belly button. He tugged on the flimsy t-shirt, mirroring your prior action and silently telling you to take it off as well. He helped you pull the shirt over your head and as soon as it landed on the floor his lips went back to caressing every inch of your skin. A calloused thumb brushed over your nipple and you clenched the nothingness between your legs. Another moan with the flick of his tongue on the other.

Your hands buried themselves into his har, tousling and pulling on its end to earn yourself a deep groan that only sent more vibrations through your spine. Nobody had ever made you feel so wanted, so shamefully prized and-

“My God, you’re beautiful, Y/N.” Oh, God. This man had pressure building up in your stomach without even touching you where you needed him most. His hands were still roaming your torso, his lips addicted to the soft flesh of your breasts, boldly wailing as you pulled him up to your lips again.

Steve was eager to see all off you, feel every inch of your body beneath his plush lips, but at the same time, he needed to take it slow. He forced himself to savor the moment, drag it out as long as possible, to make sure he’d never forget the taste of your skin.

“Steve,” you whimpered as his fingertips wandered back down to your ass, “I need you.”

His lips left a trail of warm soft butterfly kisses to the top of your pants. “I know, sweetheart. I know.” The rumble of his voice on your belly sent another gush of wetness to your underwear.

Did this man know how fucking sexy he was? He was alluring when he wasn’t even trying, so really, you didn’t know why you expected anything less when he actually did. But this, this was better than every annoying detail you had frustratedly pictured during lonely nights.

Steve pulled off your joggers with ease and panted at the sight of the wet patch on the lacy material between your legs. His cock twitched, telling him just how ready he was to finally taste you, feel you, be with you. Hell, he could come right there just looking at you squirm under the unbearable absence of his touch during the pause he had to take to admire you. But he reminded himself that this was a moment to appreciate. Because, as hurtful as it was, Steve didn’t know just how much you needed him. He didn’t know if this was a heat-of-the-moment thing or the start of something beautiful. He didn’t know if he’d ever get to love you like that again.

“Steeeeeve,” you whined. His eyes found yours in an innocent puppy stare from between your legs and the audacity he had to act so virtuous in this very position made you squirm once more.

“Please.”

This right here was ecstasy for Steve. The mere whisper of your voice, your hands in his hair, tugging, pulling, and the desperate need for him to be the one to help. “Say no more.”

Steve pressed an open mouth kiss on your clothed core, warm breath making your insides tingle, and a second later the lace was gone, replaced by a cold puff of air he blew over your heated center. Your breath hitched as he unexpectedly attached his mouth to your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue in just the right way. Every stroke sent shivers up your spine and back, making you grip the edge of the sofa in an attempt to keep steady. “Sweeter than honey,” he grumbled to your skin.

Steve had one hand pressed on your abdomen, holding you in place, and the other gripping your thigh in a firm but careful grasp. He had to rut against the sofa to relieve some tension from his already pulsing dick - this was you time, he’d get to be rewarded later. Every moan he ripped from your throat drove him on further, motivating him to make you feel good.

Another gasp sprung from your lips when you felt your muscles tighten, a familiar tingle already building up beneath his hand and you eagerly tried to lift your hips against his face. Steve knew you were close, he could hear it by the way every breath out was accompanied by a sound so vulgar it had him on the edge as well.

He took the hand looped around your leg, gathered some slick with his finger, and slowly pushed it into your pussy, finding the spot that had you screaming in pleasure. The action made him moan against your core, a sensation so intense it had you unravel before his eyes. Steve could feel your walls gripping his finger tightly, your hips lifting from the cushions in anguish. Another flick of his tongue and the knot of white, hot pleasure exploded in your gut.

The intensity of your orgasm had you choking on air, prolonged by Steve’s steady drag of his finger. He pulled his face back, as he watched you ride out your orgasm, eyes rolled back and your jaw hanging slack as you finally caught your breath again when the pressure subsided. A content smile was sneaking on his face when he saw your chest rising and falling evenly again.

“That was-” You were out of breath. “Do it again.”

The room was hot, the smell of sex in the air when your hands reached for Steve’s neck to pull him to your lips once more. “With pleasure,” he mumbled against your mouth with a smirk, the taste of yourself still evident on his tongue and starting up the excitement in your core once again.

Steve thrusted forward, the hard-on beneath his jeans now painfully desperate to spring free, as was your need to finally feel all of him inside of you. What you had already experienced was amazing as it was, but you knew - something told you - that it was just a fraction of the things he could show you.

Your hands fumbled on the button of his jeans, drawing grounds from Steve every time they brushed his bulge. But he let you work and settled on watching your dark eyes with every step you came closer to fully undressing him. He reveled in the anticipation they held for him. The beautiful color of your orbs was almost fully overtaken by lust and mischief, and it turned him on beyond belief.

You sighed as his pants finally opened and pushed them off his legs along with his boxers. His cock sprung free and slapped against his abs. Your eyes switched to his face for the fraction of a second and your mouth began to water at the sight of his leaking tip. He was painfully hard, and as you reached down to stroke him, Steve stropped your wrist.

“But Steve-“

“Please, Y/N. I need to be inside of you.” His eyes were pleading, and you swore they were a little glassy from the despair laced within his tone.

You just nodded in anticipation, scooting back a little and watching him as he chuckled and shook his head. You were so fucking cute, all ambitious and greedy for him. He couldn’t believe that this was really happening. That he got to be so lucky. And that was after he had already had his tongue on your pussy.

He fished his wallet from the pants on the floor and retrieved a condom at record speed. It was rolled on before you could even offer to do it, but that was okay, because the next second, Steve’s body was pressed against yours again, his weight comfortably pushing you into the sofa. His cock poked your thigh, earning a breathy moan from you.

His eyes held your stare for a solid second. There were more words hidden in his gaze than he could have ever said in years. You could see it all: thankfulness, devotion, need, dedication, and was that... love? Steve kissed the corner of your mouth before he grabbed his dick and gathered some slick with his tip, stopping right at your entrance. He sent another look your way. This one was a question, a confirmation that this was in fact what you wanted, maybe even needed. He knew he’d stop right here if you just said the word. He’d wait forever if it meant that you were comfortable - felt safe in his presence.

“Steve just- please just do it,” you whined and moved your hand to his ass to push him into you. You didn’t need to say that twice. He slowly thrusted forwards, letting you adjust to his size with every inch he gave you, watching and carefully analyzing your facial expressions.

The stretch was heavenly. And the slight burn his cock produced just drove you on further as your hands fell back to his head. Steve had his forehead pressed to yours as he finally bottomed out, remaining still for a couple breaths to adjust to you as well.

“You’re heaven.” He breathed against your skin, feeling every inch of his dick engulfed by your velvety walls. You couldn’t respond. It was all so much, so good. This suddenly felt real. You didn’t know, why now, but this - him, so close to you - for you, it was like a proper explanation. A final answer to your never asked questions.

You had your eyes closed for another second, and when you opened them again, piercing blue engulfed you with all its beauty. You kissed him again, pushing the air from his lunges. When you lifted your hips, he started moving slowly.

Every drag of his cock sent a wave of pleasure through your body, the friction unbelievably rewarding. Steve bit his tongue with every moan he earned, hopelessly trying to suppress the need to burst right then and there. He couldn’t do it just yet, not until he had pushed you over the edge once more.

His thrusts grew faster with this determination in mind. He propped his elbow next to your head, his other hand found yours and laced his fingers with yours as he pushed your hands onto the pillow above your head. Your legs wrapped around his hips, giving him a deeper angle to push into you. His tip brushed right on that spot with this new position, every thrust sending perfectly small electric shocks to your limbs.

Your free hand dragged painfully slow indents to the skin on his back, making him moan out in pleasure. He lost his control for a second there, thrusting forward with force and in turn pushing you closer to release.

“Fuck, right there.” Heavy pants filled the small living room. Hot skin on skin, a thin layer of sweat coating your bodies with every wave of pleasure pulsing through you.

You could feel him twitching inside of you, the steady sensual rhythm occasionally losing pace. But Steve wouldn’t let up until you gave him one more orgasm, just one more to finally have him let go as well. His thrusts grew faster with every kiss he placed beneath your ear, the knot in your stomach gradually building until it seemed impossible to hold on. Steve felt your walls gripping him tighter. He was ready, you were ready, you just had to-

“Let go,” he whispered to your sweet spot. And with one final hard thrust, he sent you crashing down. His name rang through the room in a high pitch as your muscles clenched so hard around his cock that he wasn’t able to move anymore. The sensation was so intense, so unbelievably long, and euphoric that you felt like you were floating. Your head felt empty like all the thoughts were blown from your mind, leaving nothing but feeling for this very moment. When your walls began to pulse, he started moving again, chasing his high that had been impending for far too long.

His hand clenched around yours as every thrust bottomed out entirely. Steve tried everything to hold himself up, but his arm gave out with the pleasure shooting through his veins. Your hips met his in free motions, riding off the other’s orgasms until all the strength was drained from your bodies.

Steve buried his head in the crook of your neck as your bodies stilled. Your fingers still intertwined, greedily holding onto something tangible, something that felt real other than the impulses your nervous system fired through your entire being.

Minutes passed of you just lying there, comprehending the situation. A smile snuck its way on your face as the realization settled and the post-orgasm bliss consumed you fully. Steve’s chest pushed into yours with every deep breath he took on top of you. The hand on his back found its way up to his hair. You pressed your lips to his head as your nose took in the smell of his shampoo. Steve enjoyed the warmth of your skin on his cheeks. He felt like he belonged right here: tugged into you - fully inside of you.

He smiled too, lifting his head slightly to press a kiss to your shoulder. “Next time you wanna drink yourself stupid, do it with me. At least then I’ll know that you are safe.”

You just chuckled in response. Your nails scratched his scalp lovingly, your eyes closing as you hugged him closer to you... if that was even possible.

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 3 months

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Hey BRF-RTA! Can you clear my fuzzy memory pls?

I remember that, after Megxit, Harry played polo in a jersey with "Wales" on the back (at least once, tho I think it was multiple times). My memory is that everyone found it weird because he had his own dukedom and should have used Sussex or Mountbatten-Windsor. The theory, iirc, was that the Harkles were trying to lay claim to the Prince/ss of Wales name, before William took on the title. Maybe manifesting.

After this week I'm not so sure and think that Harry might have honestly thought that he should still use Wales, even after his own house - the Dukedom of Sussex - was established, on his marriage. Given the comment in the Times article this week - where a Sussex source explained that the kids had been using "Sussex" as a surname, only since Charles became king and that they could only now, all use the same surname ("Sussex", not MBW) - I'm beginning to think that Harry genuinely hasn't got a clue how titles work. It might explain some of the weirdness over the birth certificates.

Is my memory correct? And did he do similar, even after William became Prince of Wales? I've checked the Sentebale website and they don't have names on their jersies, so I'm not sure if I've imagined all of this! You have some of the best archives, so have I remembered this correctly and what is your opinion on the name situation?

(just a little light homework 😉)

Void x

I know exactly what you're talking about and I know exactly the pictures you're talking about but I CANNOT FIND THEM. I think they've been scrubbed off the internet. This is the only one I've been able to find:

Your memory is absolutely sparkling correct.

This was in Summer 2022 when Harry was on the polo circuit with Nacho and Meghan was cosplaying My Fair Lady - remember when she went up to collect the trophy with the team? Yep, that event/that polo circuit.

So while though the photos seem to have been disappeared, there are still tons of articles that talk about Harry playing and registering as Harry Wales.

The rumors absolutely were that Harry was trying to stake claims on Wales before William, and it also is probable that he has no idea how titles really work. I do think that was legitimately why they were so squirrelly with the birth certificates. (I mean, I can totally see Meghan being all "what do you MEAN your last name isn't WALES like DIANA" and Harry not knowing what to do because he's too important for such trivial matters.)

But realistically, Harry probably played as H. Wales because all of his polo stats are registered to a H. Wales and he didn't want to do the paperwork or make the effort to change it. (But he can do the paperwork to fix his kids' birth certificates twice?) I have no idea if that's even a thing.

I'm not sure how he registers for polo now. Social media says that he didn't play as H. Wales last year/in 2023 but I haven't found any articles about it so it's hearsay from reddit.

#ask #brf #sussexes

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yeonjun4beagles · 1 year

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Hello, how are you? Do you still taking requests? If you do Can I request something?🥹How Yeonjun would react and be with a very shy type of girl? Maybe someone not only inexperienced but very timid and blushy? Someone who would feel intimidated and overwhelmed easily by him and sexual interactions even tho she loves him so? Also I loved how he manhandled Taehyun, I can't imagine what he would do in control of someone shy and small🥺Thank you If you would read me. I hope I didn't ask something that you wrote already, maybe I missed it.🥺🫂have nice day

a/n: hi there ^^ im doing fine and yep im still taking requests altho im a bit slow at it 🥲 im sorry for taking too long but i hope you'll enjoy reading it! reblogs and feedbacks are much appreciated btw 🫶🏼

i think yeonjun would be a total tease while still being a sweetheart, if you get what i mean? he would totally tease you for being so innocent, so pliant, so submissive for him. "what is it that you want, pretty girl? you want me to help you? be more specific, love~ how can i help you when i don't know what's wrong?", he'd say, a foxy smile adorning his plush lips, his eyes swallowing you whole. he'd also shower you with so many kisses, content with seeing your cheeks redden from just his kisses. and oh he would live to teach you everything he knows, turning you into his perfect little cockslut <3

i'd say he would totally use your innocence to his advantage, his corruption kink kicking in. "do you want me to teach you, angel? you wanna make me feel good? yes, good girl. come here, angel. open your mouth for me", stuffing in his fingers into your mouth, giving you a little taste oh what his cock would feel in your mouth. his eyes would darken seeing how your lips wrapped around his digits, your saliva pooling at the corner of your mouth, some of them already dripping down your chin. yeonjun firmly holds your chin, demanding your eyes to look into his, seeing his sweet little angel being so submissive, all for him.

still, yeonjun would be so gentle with you, making sure you're always comfortable along the way, knowing how everything is so new to you. "you doing okay, baby? do you like how good i'm making you feel? use your words, baby". at the end of the day, nothing matters to him more than you comfort and pleasure in that moment.

god there's so many more things i can say about him istg 😩

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scarletwinterxx · 1 year

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let me take you to the place of your dreams - Jeno imagine

hiiiii honestly this had been on my drafts for so long, i finally finished it😭😂 hope you like it!

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"So I just put in anything?"

"Yea basically anything you want to try, to do with your prospect partner. If somebody thinks it's interesting, then they pick it. Totally anonymous. If you don't like the person who picked your note then you can just pass" Ryujin explains while she hands you a piece of paper and a pen

"But what if somebody said the same thing as me" you ask

"Hasn't happened before, believe me you're about to hear the weirdest shit tonight"

"So what do I put?"

"I don't know, your dream place to do it" she jokes

"And I don't have to say it's from me right?"

"Yep, totally anonymous"

Do it in an expensive car.

You wrote it down as a joke, no one will know it was you and you didn't really mean it. Pinning the note on the board, taking one last look at it before walking to the refreshments table.

College parties are like Friday night staple. It would be weirder if you stay home instead of going out and potentially die alcohol poisoning. The funny thing is everyone's schedule intersects with one another, meaning if it's exam season you won't hear a single stereo blasting at any of the usual party dorms. But best believe once exams are over, you'll see atleast one or two passed out student at some random doorstep.

"Did you write yours?" Ryujin asks, appearing again beside you

"Yep"

She looks at you with a smirk, not expecting you to actually do it. "Didn't know you had it in you"

"You say it like it's a scary cult initiation" you mumble

"No no no totally not, I mean look at Minjeong and Jaemin. They met through that"

"They did not"

"They did"

"What did she write?"

"Some very cute cliche scene only Na Jaemin can pull off. She kinda did write it with him in mind so in a way it worked out for them" she shrugs, pointing the beer can she was holding towards Minjeong and Jaemin who looked like they were lost in their own world.

"And you? Have you every tried?"

"Yep, landed a few dates with Jung Sungchan last semester"

"That's how that happened? I thought you met at the gym or something"

"Definitely not, said I wanted to make out in the radio booth. He was the university radio DJ at the time" she laughs at your reaction, "How about you, what did you write?"

"Probably will never happen"

"Why? What did you write, tell me" she pulls on your arm dramatically

"Because we're a bunch of college students and I doubt someone here drives an expensive car"

"Why? What do you need the car for?" it takes her a second before she squeals and hit you on the arm a couple of times

"You little minx! You did not!"

"It's a joke, like I said as if someone drives an expensive car around here and if by some miracle they do I don't have to reveal who I am"

As the night went on, you kind of forgot about that whole thing. Ryujin kept on passing shots to you, by the end of the night you're sure you won't make it past the front steps but you tried anyways. It's getting to stuffy for you inside. As expected, you took exactly two steps from the door when you tripped on your feet, landing on the floor with a loud thug.

Too drunk, you just giggled instead of standing up. Not noticing someone was standing behind you.

"Are you just going to sit there?" someone spoke from behind you

"I'm just waiting for the world to stop spinning for a second"

"Sweetheart, if the world stopped spinning for a second we'll all be fucked"

"At least some of us will be" you laughed, looking up behind you to see who it was. "Holy shit, you're hot"

The mystery dude lets out a laugh, "thank you, but can you move aside first then we can talk angel"

"Jeno, quit flirting for a second. We need to drive Minjeong back" someone behind the hot dude, whose name you think is Jeno, said

"What are you doing there anyways, who- wait I know you. Y/N?" at the mention of your name, Minjeong's head popped up from the back. Now you notice was Jaemin speaking,

"You know each other?" Jeno asks, Minjeong immediately stepping forward to help you up and Jaemin following his girlfriend

"Yes, she's my friend. Hey are you okay? Where's Ryujin"

"Sucking faces with Sungchan, I think. I'm not sure" you answer, leaning sideways making you stumble a bit. This time Jeno catches you before you dive down the floor again.

"I can't just leave here here, I need to find Ryujin"

"I think she's busy, didn't you hear what she just said. Hate to ruin somebody's night" Jeno said, looking down at you

"And she's three seconds away from completely passing out. Do you where she lives?" Jeno asks Minjeong "Yea"

"Okay, we can drop her off first then we'll drive you back"

Jeno had other plans for tonight but it looks like it has to wait. It will eat him alive if he leaves a drunk girl alone at a party like this. He knows a lot of the guys in the frat house but of course he can't vouch for the rest of the campus, that's not a risk he's willing to take.

The trio helped you get back to your dorm, Minjeong getting the keys in your pocket and tucking you in bed while the two boys wait in the living room.

"You met someone tonight?" Jaemin asks his bestfriend

"Nope"

"Why not just give the note wall a try? Who know you might find a girl for you there" Jaemin says, for a second his eyes looking where Minjeong disappeared with you

"You're one of the lucky ones, most of those you even try that game ends up with a one night stand or find themselves in an arrangement of some kind" Jeno counters

"And?"

"Not what I'm looking for. Just here to be the chauffer for the night. Don't know why you're grilling me about my lovelife" Jeno answers sarcastically, making Jaemin laugh.

"Sorry, didn't know it was a touchy subject"

"You don't look sorry" Jeno snarks back

"Nope, can't say I can relate"

Another week has passed and you've completely forgotten about the note you wrote. Not until Ryujin came bursting through the study halls doors looking for you. When she spotted you, she made a dash for it.

"Girl I think someone got your note!"

"Huh? What note?"

"At the party!"

You needed a few seconds to understanded what she was saying before it clicked.

"Wait what? how did you know?"

"I saw a very expensive looking car drive by when I was walking out the gym"

You rolled your eyes at her statement, "And it didn't occur to you it might have been a professor or someone's parent?"

"Oh"

"Yeah oh, besides we're not even sure if someone took my note" you tell her

"Someone did" "Say what?"

"Someone did take your note, at the party. I left later than you, and a lot less drunk. I went to read some of the other notes but the one mentioning an expensive car wasn't there" she tells you

A few outcomes already playing in your head but you shrug them off. Remembering you don't have to reveal yourself.

"Also Lee Jeno is looking over here"

"Who?"

"Lee Jeno, Jaemin's bestfriend. Anyways I need to go, I'm running late for my next class. Guess I got excited over nothing. See you later, bye" then she was off again.

Looking behind to check who was looking, there's only one person looking at your direction. He made eye contact with you, tilting his head a bit to the side like he was waiting for something but you just looked forward again returning to your original position.

Jeno chuckles to himself, you probably don't remember him. So he packed his stuff, walking towards your table before taking the vacant seat infront of you.

Surprise written all over your face, because one you've never met this guy and number two he's probably one of the most attractive dude you've ever seen.

"Uh can I help you?" you ask him

"You can start with a thank you" he answers

"Excuse me? Why?"

"Ah so you don't remember. Well sweetheart, I was the one who drove you home last Friday. Not that I expect you to remember" he chuckles

"Minjeong said she took me home"

"Yea, with Jaemin. Using my car. Technically I drove all of you home"

"Oh"

Again he just stared at you, raising a brow at you

"Oh right, thank you" you mumble

"No worries. Just glad to see you alive after that, I bet the hangover wasn't as fun"

"I was begging all the gods to take the headache away or atleast blow my brains off, that would've been an easier way to take me out"

He let out a laugh, you're not so different sober. You're still as funny as he remembers from the only interaction he had with you.

"I didn't say anything embarrassing right?" you asked, eyes suddenly opening a bit wider. You don't fully trust yourself sober, much less when you're drunk.

"No, you were knocked out the whole ride back"

"Oh thank god"

"But you did call me hot, thanks for that again" suddenly you feel all of the blood rush to your cheeks and your hands suddenly got clammy. Did the room suddenly dropped a few degrees colder but also the air feels hotter.

"I didn't, tell me I didn't" you let your head fall on the table while Jeno just smiles down at you, enjoying every second of this.

"I did say we can continue that conversation later, how about we get some lunch or coffee after your last class?" he ask

"You're having too much fun with this conversation" you mumbled, not really giving him an answer

"I enjoy looking at pretty things" he answered without missing a beat, taking note of the way his gaze never left the side of your face.

"You wouldn't be here if Minjeong didn't make you drive me home"

"False. I was the one who found you sitting by the door, I wasn't going to leave a drunk girl alone like that"

"What, you bring them home instead?" you ask, this time looking straight at him

"I'm sensing very judgmental vibes from you right now, all I was asking was if you wanted to grab lunch"

"That was a no, bet you never heard of that before" you mumbled under your breath but he heard you anyways. You gather your stuff, ready to leave and finish this interaction.

"Dinner then?"

"So you're that type of guy who can't take no for an answer, good to know"

He lets out a chuckle, standing up from his seat too. This time he's towering over you, "I was being courteous, I'll take my leave now before you psychoanalyze me. Guess I'll see you around" he smiles then walks away.

Another week passed by, another Friday party to attend. If you're being honest, most of the time you come to these parties against your will. Like tonight, Ryujin wouldn't let you go home after your last class. Insisting you can get ready over at her place before the party. So here you are.

"If you want to spy on Sungchan, you can just say so" you tell her, finding it a bit funny how she keeps on looking around for him

"I'm not looking for him"

"Oh really, cause he just walked in" that made Ryujin look behind her, scowling back at you when she didn't see the aforementioned guy

"Just kidding, he's outside. I just saw him like five minutes ago being dragged by Dery so if I were you, I'd go there before he gets too drunk" she shoots you a smile before walking towards the back door, leaving you alone by yourself.

You followed short after, it was getting a bit crowded inside so you decided to get some fresh air. You're enjoying you're drink by yourself when suddenly someone whispers by your ear

"I know your secret"

That made you whirl around, ready to slam the dude. Only to find Jeno laughing to himself, eyes disappearing as he smile

"Dude what the fuck is wrong with you"

"Sorry, you looked too serious and too alone" holding his hands up before standing beside you. Resting his hip on the fence, facing you instead of facing forward like you were doing

"What are you doing here?" you ask him

"It's a party" he shrugs

"No, I mean here Jeno. What are you doing here" you gesture between the two of you

"Oh, well like I said I saw you alone so I here I am. And didn't you hear what I said?" he tilts his head, a smirk playing on his lips. You didn't like how much you find him attractive doing just that.

"What? What did you say?" you ask back

He chuckles before leaning closer, totally crossing your personal bubble to whisper to you again. "I know your secret. Your note"

At the mention of that note, your blood runs cold. You totally forgot about that until this moment.

"What note?" you ask, pretending you didn't know what he was talking about. He smirks at you while getting something from his pocket, when you saw what it was a mixture of horror and shock shows on your face.

"This is your note, right"

"No, I don't know what you're talking about" you deny, suddenly you can't look straight at him

He chuckles, opening the note and reading it a few times over. "You know how I know? we've had a few classes together over the years, sometimes you let Minjeong borrow your notes which she then lets Jaemin borrow then I borrow it too, you have a distinct way of writing A"

"Are you calling my handwriting ugly?"

"So this is yours?"

You scowl at him, snatching the piece of paper from his hand. "I was just kidding when I wrote that"

Do it in an expensive car. Cursing yourself for even writing it. And also cursing the universe for letting Jeno be the one to find it.

"It'll be our little secret" he says, sipping on his drink while looking at you.

You took the risk of looking at him, catching his gaze on your lips by a split second before he's looking straight in your eyes again

"What?" you ask

"Never though you'd be the type that wants to try out exhibitionism"

"Okay first, that was not what I was thinking when I wrote that and two you're stereotyping me now?"

"Oh just like you did with me?" he raises a brow at you "So why did you write it?" he adds

"As a joke, plus what are the chances someone on campus owns an expensive car when half of the people here are neck deep in student loan debt" you explain

Again he chuckles, downing the rest of his drink before setting it down.

"What? You look like you're planning something devious" you tell him, for the second time tonight he comes a little too close to you. Enough to leave goosebumps on your skin just from his proximity.

He slips something in your hands while whispering something in your ear, "Hold on to this for me? I'll go find Jaemin and say bye" he smile then walks away without saying another word.

You look down at your hand to see a key fob, the logo all too familiar to you. Your mouth agape as you look towards where Jeno disappeared to but you can't see him anymore. You leave your drink and made your way outside, surely he'll find you. He did just leave the keys to his VERY expensive car with you.

While waiting for him on the front porch, you walk back and forth looking towards the row of cars parked on the side of the road.

"My car's a bit further down, don't want to scratch her with everyone walking by" someone says from behind you, already recognizing the voice

"Are you sure this is yours? This is not stolen right?" you ask him, meanwhile Jeno just laughs as he walks ahead of you. You follow behind him.

"It's mine, birthday gift before I left for college"

"Oh so from your rich parents then"

"You didn't specify on your note who had to buy the car" he jokes, halting his steps to let you catch up so this time you're walking side by side

"I'm not having sex with you, I don't care how expensive your Benz is" you tell him seriously. Unconsciously hugging your self with your arms across your chest.

Jeno holds his hands up, his mother did raise him to be a gentleman. And contrary to your initial impression of him, he does take no for an answer.

"We don't have to do anything, you can go back to the party if you want to. I'm going now since it's getting a bit boring, I'll go grab something to eat though if you want to come with"

You weigh your options, is it smart to leave with a guy you barely know? most people your age would do the same, hell some leave parties with complete strangers.

"I'm not gonna end up in your trunk right?" you ask him, this made Jeno laugh. Holding his hand against his chest, "Not unless you ask me to, but I prefer the backseat it's more spacious"

"I don't want to know how you're so sure of that, I'm just hoping the seats are clean and I won't contract anything" you mumble, following his lead. He stops beside a sleek black car, holding his hand out for the key. You let it fall back in his palm, he press the unlock button before opening the door for you.

"And they say chivalry is dead" you mumble, earning another chuckle from the guy before he jogs over the driver's side.

"I'm really hoping I won't end up in a ditch somewhere"

"I'm not gonna murder you" he says as he starts the engine, looking over at you to check if you're all buckled up before he start to drive away

"That's exactly what a killer would say"

He just laughs at your statement, pressing something in the dashboard before passing his phone to you "Play some music, please. Your pick"

Just like that the two of you settle, you keep the small talk going. It surprised you just how easy it was to keep a conversation with Jeno going, the two of you talked about anything and everything. When you got to the restaurant he was talking about, he told you to wait while he jogs over to your side. Opening the door for you, not missing how his hand stayed on top of the doorframe just in case you hit your head.

"A breakfast diner? It's 1am?"

"So? It's never too late for pancakes" he smiles at you, letting you walk in first. When the two of you ordered, he insisted he'll pay since he technically did invite you. After a few protest from you, you let him tap his card.

"Now I owe you" you mumble as you slide in the booth, him sitting infront of you. He notices you look at the seat beside you before looking at him, "What?" he asks

"I just.. it's silly but can you seat here?"

He didn't say anything else, standing back up to take the seat beside you.

"Better?" he asks, looking at you. You nod at him, this time you're not glaring or scowling at him. Instead a small smile is on your lips, Jeno thinks he likes it better that way.

"Can I ask why?"

"Huh? why what?"

"You want me to seat here?" he asks

"Oh uhm one time before I was seating alone in a cafe and this dude suddenly sat beside me. It got real weird real quick I had to call for help" you frown, recalling the bad memory.

Jeno sits straight when he heard your story, like suddenly he was on fight mode. "Is he from campus?"

Already thinking if he can track down the guy and have a talk with him, but you shake your head. "Some random dude I thankfully never saw again"

The food arrives as you finish talking, again the two of you made small talk while you ate. The time passing by, the two of you paid no mind to the clock on wall. You were having a great time.

"It's pretty late, I should drive you home" he says, looking at his watch before sliding out of the booth. Again he waits for you, holding the door open for you.

You watch the street lights pass by, the rest of the neighborhood lost in dreamland while you're in your own moment.

Jeno stops infront of your apartment complex, then turning off the engine. This time he didn't move to open the door for, so you look over at him to find him already looking at you.

"What?" you chuckle

"If I ask you out on a date, will you say yes or no?"

"Are you asking now or..."

"Depends, do you kiss after the first date only?" you roll your eyes at his question, unbuckling your seatbelt before leaning over the center console to pull him by the jackets towards you.

"Depends, are you not going to stuff me in your trunk?"

Jeno chuckles, tilting his head sideways. This way his lips are closer to yours, one move and they're touching but he made no move to close the gap. He lets you decide what the next move would be.

Then you do. You close the distance between the two of you, feeling his lips against yours. His lips still taste a bit sweet, like the syrup on the pancakes you just had. This thought made you smile.

Jeno pulls away enough but still close to you, like he's scared to let you go too far from his grasp. "What's funny?" he asks, thumb on your cheek

"Nothing, you taste sweet" you says before diving right back in. This time you feel him pull you even closer until you're climbing over and settling on top of him. Sitting squarely on his lap.

Jeno pulls the seat back to make more room between you and the steering wheel. Your arms locked around his shoulder while his are around your waist. He didn't do anything to take it further, he was contented kissing you like you're his last breath of air.

You don't know how much time has passed, loving every second his lips are on yours. Eventually you had to pull away, Jeno then moves down to kiss your jaw then down the hollow of your neck.

"I should go now" you breath out but didn't really make any effort to move, instead you tilt yout head to the side to give him more room to continue whatever magic he was doing.

"Mhm, sure" Jeno mumbles against your skin, he nips at your neck for a while before he kisses his way back up to your lips. Smiling again against his lips.

"Does this count as doing it in an expensive car?" he jokes when the two of you broke apart. You hit him on the chest playfully, Jeno catches your hand before kissing your knuckles.

"Go on a date with me?" he asks, his expression completely different from how it was just moments ago. You roll your eyes but the smile on your lips told him otherwise.

His arms are still around you, and yours still hugging him. You might not be attached at the lips anymore but the space between your bodies still nonexistent. He could definitely get used to this, he thought.

"Okay fine, next time we'll try the backseat though"

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bradtomlovesya · 1 year

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In The End

Tom Holland x reader

Summary: You and Tom are triying to get to his parent's house for new year's.

Warnings: a little angsty but fluff in the end.

A/N: A little bit late but here you have a little imagine about new year's. Happy New Year Everybody. I hope you like it!

w/c: 1.5k +

"We promised we'd be with your parents for New Year's" you tear off your nail polish with your teeth. A horrible habit that pops up every time you feel anxious.

"And we will" Tom nods and looks out the train window at the white snow covering the once green pastures.

Just because it took a while doesn't mean you live far from Tom's parents' house. The problem was that you were at your parents' house and they do live a bit far away.

"The train is late and it's 9pm," you stress the obvious as your knee goes up and down rapidly.

You hated being late for the festivities. Especially because you didn't want to spend New Year's Eve on a train while Tom's family waited for you.

"Babe" Tom lets his hand rest on your leg so you stop moving it. "We'll be fine. There's not much travel left and we still have time. I've already warned them and they understand so don't worry."

"This wouldn't be happening if you hadn't left your shower until the last minute. Not to mention you couldn't find your shoes." You grumble still peeling off the polish.

"Uh uh." Your boyfriend shakes his head. "I know you. I know what you're doing and I'm not going along with it."

"And what am I doing according to you? Telling the truth?" You frown. "Because if you'd been ready earlier we wouldn't have missed a train only to wait for the next one only to find out it was late."

"You're looking for an argument because you're anxious. You're trying to find blame because your mind won't stop thinking about what would have been or what could have been." Chestnut carefully removes your hand from your mouth so you stop ruining your enamel.

You inhale deeply and look down at his hand in yours. It's true. Another of your many habits.

"Why do you know me so well?" You look him straight in the eye.

"Because I pay attention to detail and know how to save arguments" he kisses your hand and steals a faint smile.

"Thank you" you kiss his hand too and take a deep breath.

"Nothing to thank" he kisses your forehead on the table that separates them and takes your handbag. "You brought the nail polish, didn't you?" he asks as he reaches into it.

"Yep. It's right there" he nods and you watch him lick his lips as he searches.

"Bingo!" he smiles and places it on the table. "Lend me your hand, I'll fix what you ruined."

"You're a total prince charming," you hold out your hand and watch him paint two of your nails with concentration.

"I'm getting better and better at this, I should do this for a living," he adds mockingly.

"I won't deny that they look much better than the first time you did them." You nod.

"Hey, that wasn't so bad. Or was it?" He looks at you for a few seconds.

"You tried to clean the edges with your fingers and since you couldn't you did it with a t-shirt which by the way is now ruined" you laugh remembering him "plus you did it from the outside in, not from the front out." You laugh more.

"Well, maybe it was a bit of a disaster," he nods with a laugh and blows your nails.

You look at him in admiration. How could you have been so lucky in life that you ended up with someone like him?

"Thank you" you smile broadly as he puts a coat of glitter over the colour. "You always know how to calm me down.

"I do my best" he concentrates on coating your nails with product. "You've always done the same for me" he says matter-of-factly.

You're calmer and it's all thanks to him. The pre-occupation leaves your body as soon as he uses his magic on you.

You want to marry him. You want it more than anything but you don't want to rush it. He'll talk to you about it when he's ready.

The train stops at around 11:12 pm. That means you have less than an hour to get home to your parents. One unpleasant surprise is that there aren't many taxis available.

The drivers must be spending New Year's with their families, you think. You should have been with Tom's family a long time ago.

"Tom, we're not going to make it in time" you roll your suitcase along the tarmac while your boyfriend is on the lookout for a taxi and an Uber at the same time.

"We will, I know we will. Okay?" He walks through the cold streets with you by his side.

The sound of wheels on tarmac keeps you busy. At least you try to, it's too cold to think.

"Tom..." you sigh, looking at your watch. 11:23 pm

"My family's house isn't far, for now let's keep moving until a taxi or uber finds us" his gaze is on his phone and on the road every time he hears a car pass by.

As you walk, a car speeds by and, because it had rained earlier, the vehicle drives over a large puddle of water and splashes it on you and Tom.

"This has got to be a joke" you complain, totally soaked, sad and annoyed.

"You idiot!" Tom exclaims but the driver is too far away to hear.

"This isn't right" You're cold, tired, hungry and anxious. You are not a good combination.

"Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something. We should give up and find a hotel." Sighs Tom, tired enough as it is. Tom never gives up and yet he's doing it right now.

You can't let him. You know how much he wanted to be with his family for New Year's.

"No," you deny. "We've come this far" you take your hand. "Let's go to that bank, swap our coats for some dry ones while we've got our suitcases, and set a fare that no driver can refuse." You smile slightly. He's been your rock, now it's up to you to be his.

"You don't have to do this. I know you're tired and it was my fault in the first place" he sighs and lowers his head.

"That doesn't matter now, love. Come on, let's go. You'll see your family for New Year's even if we're a little late."

"Okay..." she murmurs and walks with you to that bench to change their coats. You place a £300 value in the app and wait for someone to take it. A New Year's miracle is what you both need right now.

A driver accepts as soon as you are about to give up and better keep walking. You both get into the car in the back and ask the driver to turn on the heater. Both your trousers are wet and your hair is a mess.

"Sorry about that" the hazel-eyed one takes your hand and tucks a damp strand of your hair behind your ear.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I was a little anxious," you kiss the tip of his nose making him smile.

"Don't apologise for that," he denies. "Anyone in your place would have left me" he inhales deeply.

"Well then, I'll never do that." You deny. "But next time we'll take the train a day earlier" you laugh.

"I'm totally fine with that," he kisses your forehead. Public kissing is not your thing.

The car arrives at around 11:55pm and you smile internally. 5 minutes early is much better than 5 minutes late. The man driving helps you unload your bags.

"I think they made a mistake with the price, it's only £11. The man adds.

"It wasn't a mistake." Tom denies and hands £500 to the guy who does his best not to cry. "Happy New Year" he smiles and so do you.

"Happy New Year" he utters with a lump in his throat. Apparently he needed the money urgently. That's why he was working in the New Year.

"I really love everything about you. Especially how you help the people around you" you take his hand and both enter the property, ring the doorbell and wait.

"Well, if I can help, you know I will." He leaves a heartfelt kiss on your lips before the door opens and his family lets the two of you in.

As everyone talks about how worried you and Tom were, you can only be thankful that you got home just in time.

The clock strikes midnight. You're both soaking wet and freezing cold but that doesn't stop him from grabbing you around the waist and kissing you as the new year begins.

"Happy New Year, darling." His face shows those perfect little wrinkles next to his eyes that you love so much.

"Happy New Year, Tommy," you smile and blush. His family took a few steps back to give you two some privacy but you know they saw the whole thing.

The important thing is that in the end, everything went well.

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