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onsomenewsht · 1 day

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I like it in the city when two worlds collide

About when she’s her hometown hero and you wish to fill your own home

》 Alexia Putellas x Reader

》 words count: +1.5k

》 be like a kid in a candy store [phrase]: to be very happy and excited about the things around you, and often react to them in a way that is silly and not controlled

Admiring Alexia as she builds her foundation, little piece after little piece, it’s honestly one of the best things you had the privilege to witness her achieve. Sparks of excitement radiate every time she talks about it, every time new ideas are brought out or new steps forward are made.

You’ve been next to her since the very beginning, since it was all just a desire to make an actual difference for the next generation of girls in football.

And you’re next to her today, as it comes alive in her hometown.

It’s so beautiful and meaningful, your heart beats with pride.

“Nice speech, have you ever thought about a future in politics?”

“I can’t think of anything worse”

Alexia welcomes your hug eagerly, taking a moment between your arms to ground herself after all the talking and the smiling.

She’s happy, she truly is. But she also needs to stop for a second and just feel that happiness.

“I think your mama is one step away from building you a statue with her own bare hands”

The Catalan bursts out laughing, looking at her mother. Eli is beaming with joy and pride as she speaks with one of her old teachers, who somehow finds himself here to support her project the same way he supported her football dream back in the day.

“We’re all really proud of you, Alexia”, you say, holding her hand between yours to make her understand how much she has done. The beautiful impact she has on the one close to her and the one who shines from a distance because of her light.

“You say it all the time”, she dismisses as her cheeks turn a little more red under the praises and the Mollet sun.

“Yeah, I need to keep feeding your ego or you’ll die without attention”

“Idiot!”

The jab is light and mocking, you know how she feels about the running joke.

It goes back years, you weren’t even dating yet, but the teasing way you compared her to a fairy who can’t live without people believing in them sticks. The Barcelona’s captain keeps denying the comparison, you know she secretly loves your way to show admiration and support.

“Come on, I think they’re teaming up the kids and I want to make sure Eloise is with you”

“I don’t play favouritism”

She does, but you’re not wanna call her out for having a soft spot for your best friend’s daughter.

The walk toward the makeshift sports ground set up for the occasion is short, filled with stops to talk with people, hug excited children of all ages and shake hands with even more excited parents.

It doesn’t take much to put in place a little tournament, Alexia plays in the second round and you somehow find yourself involved too. You’re just glad the unfortunate kids who have you on their team do most of the work, allowing you to move around and look busy.

The odds are even in your favour when you find yourself alone in front of the goal and all you have to do is kick the ball into the back of the net.

You make sure a certain blonde athlete is looking when you mock a little bow.

From that is a blur of laughs and jokes between you and all the people who came here to support Alexia and her foundation, never stepping out of your role of a proud girlfriend.

When it’s her moment to get involved in the game, you are in the front row with the best view, always happy to see the footballer in her element - doesn’t matter if it is a stadium filled with a screaming crowd or an improvised kickaround with a soft ball and energetic kids.

And the kids are, indeed, full of energy and burning with excitement to play with an actual two time Ballon d’Or winner. They remind you of her.

“You’re drooling”

“I’m not”, you talk back, annoyed, yet unconsciously swiping your lips.

You’re not gonna dignify your best friend with a better answer, keeping your gaze fixed on the Catalan. You love him dearly, Teo has been your rock for years now, but he can be such an asshole.

“You know your own goddaughter is playing too, right?”

“Elo’s really good”

“She’s just doing whatever Alexia is doing”

It’s cute how much the young girl looks up at the footballer. Not just for the incredible and dedicated athlete she is, but also for the amount of care and attention she always reserves for the kid whenever the two are together.

It warms your heart every time.

“Do you think she is gonna let them win?”, Teo asks, genuinely wondering.

You only grin at his question. Alexia is not gonna let those kids win just because, doesn’t matter how adorable they are.

“She’s way too competitive”

“Those are children!”

As an answer, your girlfriend fakes a pass on her left, letting a boy, not older than ten, slide in the wrong direction and completely miss the ball. You notice as she tries to hide a smile behind her hair, finding another kid with a precise long shot.

Little shit she is.

“She’s way too competitive”, Teo confirms, giggling with you when your girls celebrate the winning goal.

“You can practise parenthood tonight if you want”

“I’m not babysitting so you can go out with that brunette you’re seeing”

He almost looks offended by your assumption, but you know him well enough.

The opportunity to spend time with your goddaughter is always appreciated and cherished, she’s a wonderful kid and no one managed to drag Alexia into their shenanigans as effortlessly.

But you have other ideas for tonight.

“I’m planning on letting her give me–”

“Shut up! Innocent ears are around!”

Alexia’s eyebrow rises as she approaches, with an open smile on her face and one hand firmly holding Eloise as she basically wraps herself around the footballer’s leg.

“What are the two of you plotting?”

“Do you want to babysit Eloise tonight?”, he asks with a smirk.

The cheers from both your girlfriend and the kid came faster and louder than any protest you could find in yourself.

The only reasons you don’t smack your hand on the back of Teo’s neck are the comforting arm around your waist and the well placed kiss on your cheek.

He owns you big.

But not even your best friend’s annoying self is strong enough to spoil your mood today and looking at Alexia going around for another hour or so with games and small talks, her smile never fading, is the best view you’d ask for.

She’s glowing.

You see her play and interact with kids all the time, it’s always a pretty sight and it always warms your heart how caring she is. Today, for some reason, it’s beautiful and a bit overwhelming.

Maybe it’s just your hormones, you should check your cycle’s app.

“Amor, are you good?”

Alexia’s voice brings you back, thinking too much sometimes traps you in your own mind. The nod you give her is not really convincing, but a light kiss on your intertwined hands is enough to calm her for now.

“Eloise’s team won the tournament”, she says eventually, pride filling her words.

You look at the kids, still playing around as the day slowly comes to an end. The two of you wait on the sidelines, letting the young girl have another couple of shots at the inflatable goal before taking her for an ice cream and home for the night.

“I thought there wasn’t really a winner”

“Technically no, but–”, the blonde’s lips curve in a well known smirk, “between me and you, she totally won”

“Difficult not to when a Ballon d’Or winner is on your team”

“I don’t play favouritism!”

“Oh, no, I know, you didn’t even let them see the ball”

At least she looks a bit embarrassed about being called out for her competitiveness and her attitude, having unmistakably played with a bunch of children without actually going easy on them.

“I couldn’t expect anything less from la reina”, you kiss the blush on her cheek and she doesn’t hold back a smile at your attention, “But don’t worry, I know you will go easy on our kids”

Her face, now bright red, can’t hide the surprise at your words.

“Our kids?”

“Yeah, we both know they will have you wrapped around their little tiny fingers as soon as you–”

The Catalan silences you with a firm kiss, shaking hands holding your face. She takes a moment, appeasing her fast breath and your running mind.

“Our kids?”

“Alexia, I thought this was all a twisted plan to ask me to have your children”, you joke, moving a hand around to remind her of the event still in place.

“Thank God you finally noticed”

fine.

#woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #here we go again #my english is shit #ignore any mistakes #we are here for a fun time not a long time #alexia messing around with kids is my new sexuality #happy pride #my wo(rd)so

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likegoldintheair · 2 days

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Buck sighs into the barely there space between them, a small content thing, and burrows himself deeper into the soft fabric of Tommy's bed. It's one of those rare days where they're both off work at the same time. No on-calls or long shifts waiting around the corner. The next twenty-four hours are theirs for the taking, free to do whatever they want with. Buck, at least, plans to stay in this bed for as long as he possibly can. He's all tangled up with Tommy, from head to toe, to the point where he barely knows where he ends and Tommy begins. Everything around him feels soft and warm and safe.

"I missed you, y'know."

It's more a whisper than anything else, but Buck knows Tommy's heard him by the way his fingers pauses momentarily on his back, before continuing to draw lazy patterns up and down his spine.

"I missed you, too." Tommy replies, voice still laced with sleep, deep and raspy. "I missed you a lot, even though we did just see each other two days ago."

"Two long days." Buck points out, his pout turning into a smile when he hears Tommy laugh. "Two excruciatingly long days."

"Yeah, they were long, weren't they." Tommy agrees, flattening his hand against Buck's back and letting it rest there between his shoulder blades. His voice is softer, sadder almost, when he continues, "they always seem longer when you're not here."

Buck's heart aches at that because he knows. He knows, and he feels it, too. He doesn't say anything, though, chooses instead to press a gentle kiss onto Tommy's shoulder, hopes it conveys everything he can't quite put into words. Another sigh escapes him when he feels Tommy dip down to press a kiss of his own to the top of his head. They stay like that for a while, content in simply existing in the same room, breathing the same air. It's a luxury none of them take for granted.

"You know," Buck says eventually, an idea he's been toying with for a while now, making itself known again and spilling out of his mouth within seconds. "I-I could always move in. Here, I mean, with you."

"Evan."

"I could, though." Buck says again, rearranging himself so that he's resting on his elbow, looking down at Tommy. "I'm already here more than I'm at the loft, a-and most of my clothes are here, anyway."

Tommy just... looks at him, like he can't quite believe this is real. Blinks, then swallows, then blinks again. Buck distantly wonders if maybe he's rushing things, if this is going too fast, but then Tommy's face lights up; eyes crinkling and nose scrunching from how wide he's smiling. He looks... adorable, yes, but also so incredibly beautiful. Buck loves him.

"So," Buck says, a little bit more confident now, biting down on his own smile. "Is that a yes?"

Tommy's smile softens at that, eyes warm as his hand moves from Buck's back up towards his neck, the other one coming up to cradle Buck's jaw. Then, he pulls Buck down towards him, leaning up to meet him halfway. Buck absolutely melts against him, reveling in the way Tommy guides him into one kiss after another, before breaking apart and pressing their foreheads together.

"Of course," Tommy breathes, pulling Buck impossibly closer, pressing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. Buck moves his hand until it rest on Tommy's chest, feels his heart under the palm of his hand, beating steadily as he continues, "Of course it's a yes."

#helloooo i don't know how to do prompts #but i do know how to do whatever the hell this is bless #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #911 fic #bucktommy fic #again - if there's a grammatical error no there isn't <3 #nea writes

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glorious-spoon · 3 days

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finding excuses to be alone with each other - Buddie

hi, and thank you! sorry this has taken a while, and also i have no explanation for why i decided to write new year's eve fic in june. BUT: here you are!

a stolen moment

There are too many people at this party.

Normally, this isn't something Buck would even think to complain about. Maddie and Chim are hosting, since Bobby and Athena are still living out of a tiny one-bedroom while work continues on their house, and Hen and Karen are still trying to get Mara settled back at home—New Year's parties are apparently not conducive to a quiet, predictable bedtime routine, and the Wilson family unit will probably be heading out well before the ball drops anyway—and nobody else has even close to enough room. It's still packed to the brim, overflowing onto the back patio, clusters of people chatting over drinks in the kitchen while the kids have taken over the living room TV for a vicious Mario Kart showdown that Chris is currently winning. Maddie's in the back bedroom putting Jee down for bedtime, and Chim is holding court over the dessert table, and it's all—great, honestly, it's great. It's awesome, having his family here, and happy, and together under the same roof after the year they've all had.

He glances up and meets Eddie's eye from across the dining room. Gets a quick smile in return. Eddie's cheeks are pink, maybe from the warmth, maybe from the two glasses of wine he's had, since Buck will be the one driving them home. He's wearing a green Henley that Buck knows is exactly as soft as it looks and worn-in jeans that mold lovingly to the lines of his thighs as he leans back against the door frame, and it's all pretty distressing, honestly. Buck's hands are itching to touch.

When he meets Eddie's eyes again, Eddie is grinning broadly. Caught, Buck ducks his head. He's blushing, he knows, and he doesn't have the excuse of the wine.

They're keeping it to themselves, at least for now. That was the decision they both made after Eddie kissed him in the loft two nights ago, after Buck kissed him back, after they didn't actually manage to make it all the way up to the bed and ended up on the couch instead, gasping into each other's mouths, fumbling and eager as teenagers. They're keeping it to themselves until Eddie figures out how he's going to tell Chris. He's skittish about that still, and Buck isn't going to push. So he'll probably be sleeping on the fold-out couch tonight instead of in Eddie's bed, and he's not going to kiss Eddie in the middle of the party, no matter how much he wants to.

It's okay. They have time.

"Hey, didn't someone bring dessert plates?" Chim calls from the kitchen. "Please tell me someone brought dessert plates, we're all out of the big ones and I'm really not up for doing dishes tonight."

Ah, shit. Right. That was Buck's job. He's pretty sure he did pick some up, actually, but they're probably still out in the Jeep, which is parked somewhere in the snarl of cars crowding the Han driveway and pulled off to the side of the street in front of their lawn.

"I got 'em," he calls, setting his soda down.

"My hero," Chim retorts, only half-teasing by his tone. Buck rolls his eyes and goes to find his shoes.

He doesn't realize that Eddie is following him until he's already slipped them on in the entry hall, a few steps away from the party. "What's up?"

Eddie shrugs, guileless, and crouches down to retrieve his shoes as well. "Figured I'd help you."

"You figured you'd help me…. bring in a package of paper plates?"

"Yeah," Eddie says innocently, but there's a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, and god, Buck really wants to kiss him.

"Okay," he agrees instead, and pulls open the door. Eddie follows him out into the night, cool and dim even with Christmas lights still lit up all down the street. There's a dampness to the air that feels like rain; it's not that cold, but it's enough of a contrast to the warm house that a shiver goes through him. Eddie falls into step beside him, then reaches for his hand.

Buck shivers again, for reasons that have nothing to do with the cold this time. Eddie's hand is warm and broad, and he strokes his thumb lightly against Buck's, lighting up nerve endings he didn't even know he had.

It's such a small thing. But they've never actually done this yet. It all feels so new, sparkling like fireworks through his veins.

"Okay?" Eddie asks, and Buck realizes that he's stopped walking.

"Yeah," he says. He's not doing a very good job of keeping the smile off his face, or out of his voice, but Eddie's got the exact same dopey smile on his face, so it's fine. They weave through the cars to where Buck's Jeep is parked, close enough to the street that they'll probably be able to get out without playing vehicle Tetris. Far enough from the house that they're shielded from view by Bobby's truck parked alongside them, so he's not all that surprised when Eddie lets go of his hand only to push him gently against the side of the Jeep and kiss him.

He gets lost in that for a little bit. The heat of Eddie's mouth, his hands moving from Buck's shoulders to cradle his jaw—he did that the first time, too. Held Buck like he's holding him now, like he's something precious and worth treating with care, and Buck's already hooked on it. He slides his hand up Eddie's back, feeling the warmth of him, to cup the back of his neck as Eddie licks into his mouth with leisurely sweetness, like he's got all the time in the world to kiss Buck just like this on the sidewalk on New Year's Eve.

Sooner or later, someone's going to come looking for them. It still takes a while for Buck to break the kiss, and when Eddie tugs lightly at his lower lip with his teeth before pulling away, he almost dives back in again. Almost.

"We should probably get back to the party," he says, very reluctantly.

"Yeah," Eddie sighs. He leans in and kisses Buck again, a sweeter, softer thing before leaning past him to open the door. Buck ducks into the back seat to retrieve the package of plates and the bottle of wine they forgot to bring in earlier, and when he straightens up, Eddie is watching him. He looks—hesitant, almost. Nervous. He looks the way he looked two days ago, right before he kissed Buck.

"What's up?" Buck asks.

"I want to tell Chris," Eddie says, all in a rush. "Maybe not—right now, at the party, but when we get home, I want to tell him. About us."

Buck takes a quick, sharp breath. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been as sure about anything in my life as I am about you."

"Eddie."

"It's the truth. And—I want him to know. Even if it's an adjustment, even if it takes some time to—I want him to know. I want everyone to know. If that's okay with you."

"Eddie," Buck says again, and then, "yeah, yeah of course it's okay."

"Good," Eddie says, with a sudden, brilliant smile. And well—Chim can wait a few more minutes for his paper plates. Buck sets them down and pulls Eddie back in.

#911 #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #prompt fic #my fic

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deerlino · 2 days

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Hey hey hey

Can i please request producer!grumpy! Chan x producer! Sunshine! Reader? Enemies-to-lovers?? Like chan has a bad first impression on reader and doesn't like her but like they get put together for work and he falls in love?? Can you make it really fluffy and domestic at the end (like they're in a r/s and like they kiss and cuddle alot????)

thawing the ice.

bang chan x fem!reader / at first, chan really didn’t like you and had a bad first impression of you. but then, you got teamed up for a project. spending time together changed everything, and he found himself falling for you.

additional tags / grumpy producer chan x sunshine producer reader (i mean… i tried. 😭), fluff, domestic fluff, forced proximity, mutual pining, workplace romance, love confessions, love-hate relationship, dislike to lovers — 1.5k words in total.

content warnings / kisses, smooches, and cuddles

authors notes @ anon / hey heyo anon <3, thanks for the awesome request! loved writing this. you asked for enemies to lovers, but the enemies part kinda fizzled out while i was writing—not my strongest trope, lol 😭 still, hope you enjoy it !! <3

You glance at your watch, groaning internally. It’s barely eight in the morning and you’re already heading to the studio for another day of work. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for the fact that you were going to be working closely with Chan. Again.

It’s not that you dislike Chan. Honestly, how could you? He’s talented, driven, and ridiculously handsome. But from the moment you met him, he’s been nothing but cold and dismissive. It’s like he’s made it his mission to make your life difficult.

As you walk into the studio, you see him already there, his back to you as he fiddles with some equipment. You take a deep breath, plastering a smile on your face. “Morning, Chan!”

He doesn’t turn around. “Morning.”

You suppress a sigh. Another day, another brush-off.

You set your bag down and get to work, trying to ignore the icy atmosphere. The day drags on, the silence between you both filled with nothing but the hum of electronics and the occasional muttered curse from Chan.

Finally, after what feels like hours, you manage to get him to talk. “Hey, Chan, can you listen to this track? I think it needs something, but I can’t figure out what.”

He looks up, eyebrows raised. “You want my opinion?”

“Uh, yeah. You’re one of the best producers here,” you say, trying not to sound too sarcastic. He might be a jerk, but you still need his input.

He listens to the track, his expression unreadable. “It needs more bass. And the vocals are too soft. They need to be more upfront.”

You nod, making notes. “Got it. Thanks.”

The rest of the day goes by in much the same way, but you notice something strange. Every time you ask for his help, he gives it without complaint. And every now and then, you catch him watching you, a strange look in his eyes.

***

As the weeks go by, things start to change. It’s subtle at first. He starts offering his help without being asked. He brings you coffee in the mornings, saying it’s just because he’s getting one for himself anyway. He even starts making small talk.

One day, as you’re both working late, he surprises you. “Hey, do you want to grab some dinner after this?”

You blink, taken aback. “Uh, sure. That sounds great!”

You end up at a little diner, talking and laughing like old friends. It’s the first time you’ve seen him genuinely smile, and it takes your breath away.

“You know,” he says, looking down at his plate, “I don’t actually hate you.”

You laugh, but it’s a little shaky. “Could’ve fooled me.”

He looks up, his eyes serious. “I’m... I’m not good at this. At feelings. I’ve liked you since the day we met, but I didn’t know how to act around you. I thought being distant would make it easier.”

Your heart skips a beat. “You like me?”

He nods, looking almost shy. “Yeah. A lot.”

You reach across the table, taking his hand. “I like you too, Chan. A lot.”

***

From that night on, things change even more. You’re not just coworkers anymore. You’re friends. And, slowly, you become something more.

There are late nights at the studio where he pulls you into his lap, kissing you softly as you work.

It’s nearly midnight, and you and Chan are the only ones left in the studio. The room is dimly lit, the glow from the computer screens casting a soft light over everything. You’re both exhausted, but there’s still work to be done. You’re hunched over your laptop, tweaking some last-minute details on a track, when you feel his presence behind you.

“Hey, take a break,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky from hours of talking and singing.

“I just need to finish this part,” you reply, not looking up. “Almost done.”

He sighs, but there’s a smile in his voice. “Alright, Miss Perfectionist.”

You hear him move around, and then suddenly, you’re being lifted out of your chair. “Chan!” you yelp, but he just laughs, pulling you into his lap as he sits back down.

“Relax,” he says, his arms wrapping around you. “You’ve been working too hard.”

You lean back against him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. “I just want everything to be perfect.”

“I know,” he says, his lips brushing against your ear. “But you need to take care of yourself too.”

You tilt your head, looking up at him. “And what about you? You’ve been working just as hard.”

He grins, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I’m taking care of myself right now.”

You smile, your heart fluttering. “Okay, fine. Five-minute break.”

“Good,” he says, his lips trailing down your neck. “Because I need more of this.”

You close your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling of his lips on your skin, the warmth of his arms around you. In that moment, all the stress and exhaustion melts away, leaving just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.

Then, there are lazy Sundays spent cuddling on the couch, watching movies and stealing kisses.

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you’re both sprawled on the couch, watching a movie. Chan’s arm is draped over your shoulders, and your head rests against his chest. The movie is some cheesy rom-com, but neither of you are really paying attention. You’re too busy stealing kisses and laughing at each other’s jokes.

“Hey, pay attention,” you say, swatting his hand away as he tries to tickle you. “This is the best part.”

“Oh, really?” he teases, his fingers brushing against your side again. “What happens?”

You laugh, trying to squirm away. “Stop! You’ll see.”

He grins, finally relenting. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave.”

You settle back against him, feeling his heartbeat against your cheek. It’s moments like this that make everything worth it. The late nights, the long hours, all of it. Because at the end of the day, you have this. You have him.

“You know,” he says suddenly, his voice soft, “I could get used to this.”

You look up at him, surprised. “What, lazy Sundays?”

He shakes his head, his eyes serious. “No. Us. Being together like this.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Me too.”

He smiles, leaning down to kiss you. It’s slow and sweet, full of all the things he can’t put into words. And you know, without a doubt, that you feel the same way.

Then, there are also mornings where you wake up tangled together, his arms around you and his breath warm against your neck.

The first rays of sunlight are just starting to filter through the curtains when you wake up. You’re tangled in the sheets, Chan’s arm draped over your waist, his breath warm against your neck. You can feel his chest rise and fall with each breath, his body a comforting weight against yours.

You turn your head slightly, just enough to see his face. He looks so peaceful, so different from the grumpy, guarded man you met months ago. You reach up, brushing a strand of hair away from his face, and he stirs, his eyes slowly opening.

“Morning,” he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” you reply, smiling. “Sleep well?”

He nods, pulling you closer. “Always do when you’re here.”

You feel your heart swell at his words. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

He chuckles, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “Only for you.”

You laugh, rolling over to face him. “Lucky me.”

“Yeah,” he says, his eyes soft as they meet yours. “Lucky me.”

You lean in, kissing him softly. It’s a slow, lingering kiss, the kind that makes you feel like you’re the only two people in the world. When you finally pull away, you rest your forehead against his, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

You smile, your heart feeling like it might burst. “I love you too.”

And as you lie there, wrapped up in each other, you know that this is where you’re meant to be. With him. Always.

***

One evening, as you’re sitting on a bench at the park together, he turns to you, his expression serious. “You know, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. You make me want to be better. For you.”

You smile, your heart swelling. “You already are, Chan. You always have been.”

He kisses you, and it’s slow and sweet, full of all the things he’s never been able to say. And you know, without a doubt, that he loves you.

As the months go by, you can see the change in him. He’s still grumpy and a little rough around the edges, but there’s a softness to him now, a warmth that wasn’t there before. And you know that, no matter what, you’ll always have each other.

One night, as you’re both lying in bed, you turn to him, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “Hey, Chan?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad we ended up working together. Even if you were a jerk at first.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer. “Me too. And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. For being a jerk.”

You smile, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You’re forgiven. Just... keep being you. That’s all I need.”

And as you drift off to sleep, wrapped in his arms, you know that you’ve found something special. Something real. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

© deerlino (est. 090624) ༯ heyo, did you enjoy this piece? if you did, maybe you could reblog, drop a comment, or shoot me an ask to let me know your thoughts. also, feel free to check out my other stuff! thanks a bunch for the support! <3

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sanakimohara · 13 hours

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Okay but like changbin gives me I don’t care that you just went to the gym and want to shower, I want you now

“LUNCH” S. C.

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Everyday I cry about the fact that I’ll never have a chance to be strong armed by Changbin. We all can suffer together though…

[ MDNI ] + [ NSFW ] + [ ORAL ] + [ NO PLOT… ]

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Changbin doesn’t know what it is about seeing you working so hard next to him at the gym that gets his blood running hot.

Maybe it's how you look into the mirror as you stretch, so focused but undeniably ethereal at the same time.

Perhaps it's the gentle smile you give him any time you waltz past to another station or area of exercise.

He can’t help but stare you down while working out by himself.

You're gorgeous, and you know he knows.

Maybe the subtle sheen of sweat coasts your skin when your shared workout is all said and done.

You take your time to cool down with him, making sly remarks about his progress and refuting the praise he gives you out of instinctual humility.

He can't quite put his fingers on the reason his cock twitches to life when you make it a point to be touchy with him all the way home.

Leaning into his side as you walk.

Holding his arms in a tight embrace with your head on his shoulder.

Playing with his free hand as he drives while rambling about anything and everything.

Pecking his cheek the instant your apartment door clicks shut behind you both.

The tension is tortuous for him, but he deals with it well.

That is until you bend over to grab a water from the fridge.

His will snaps in two, seeing your backside out for the taking, the brace of your hands gripping cool steel not helping his imagination, and the soft hums you let out as you search for a snack to share, pulling him in close like a siren song.

You jump, feeling his hands on your hips without warning, comfortable but confused.

Changbin has always been touchy, and you don't mind, but the absence of a quick shower has you squirming away from him.

You ask what he wants, leaving the snack choice up for debate as he presses into you.

“Just you..” he murmurs so low you aren't sure if he even spoke, to begin with, but he did, and that much is evident by the heat his breath leaves on the shell of your ear.

It's distracting, his heavy breathing, the subtle grind of his hips as you gasp in shock, and the gentle grip his hands impose on your ass.

“Not now..” you whisper stubbornly, a half-hearted attempt to pry him off your body, but Changbin doesn't hear a word you say.

He's busy slamming the fridge shut, lips trailing your neck for a specific spot as he does, and he finds it in seconds.

You stiffen as his tongue runs over a healing mark, a tender spot he abused on the regular, and you crumble at it.

He bit down a tender nip that roused a high-pitched moan from you.

That lingering adrenaline from the gym surges back, intensifying as his tongue lapped at your surface wound.

You shudder as the wet muscle collects your sweat, lathering his tongue and adding to the thrill you wanted to hide.

“You're disgusting..” you huff defiantly, smiling despite the harsh observation, but Changbin seems to take it to heart.

A sharp slap is given to your backside, unforgiving and completely petrifying.

Your head whipped to the side to glare at him, mouth open to curse him, but you didn't get a chance to.

Changbin takes his time then, exploring your open mouth with care, tongue diving deeper with each lick, luring yours in with sloppy intent.

Drool trickles down your chin, mixing with salty skin and dampening the exchange.

He pushes, and you pull.

One rough movement on his part has you pinned between him and the steel door, chest to chest, eye to eye.

You take a breath, gasping for air as he tears away to mark your neck again, hungry for the taste of you.

In shock, you mewl and writhe, forgetting the desire to freshen up as his hands slip down the underside of your thighs.

One solid tap from him is all you need to jump; legs secure on his waist and hands clasped around his nape.

Changbin steps back twice, turning a heel to lay you down on a countertop.

“Cold!” you hiss, mildly alarmed by the sudden temperature change, but your worries vanish as he tugs at the zipper keeping your cropped athletic shirt together.

You watch as his eyes drift upwards, never leaving yours as the silver zip comes undone above your navel.

Cool air surrounds your breasts, nipples peaking high and remnants of sweat glistening on them.

He stops to admire, smiling wide as your chest rises and falls from slow breaths.

You tug a tuft of his hair, begging him to get a closer view of them, even better taste.

Changbin concedes immediately, warm mouth sinking on your left breast first, suckling slow and harsh before his tongue found a strategic pattern to entertain your bud.

He switched with vigor, going from one mound to the next with a grateful grin.

You shuddered after each menstruation, back arching from the solid counter to meet his firm weight.

He smiled against your skin, purposefully spitting down the valley of your breasts to lick it up with a proud smile.

“You're sick..” you moan wantonly, running your hands through his hair and fisting the dark strands tight as he chuckled.

“And you're aren't?” his rhetorical response earns a blush from you, a rare bashful look in your eyes as his hands tugged at your bottoms.

“M’ not..” you deny out of habit, knowing full well you were lying through your teeth and that the moment your cunt was exposed to him, the red be evidence.

“I doubt that..” Changbin cooed playfully, sweet words contrasting the nearly brash way he pulled your shorts and panties off.

The articles of clothing settled on the floor at his feet, his shirt joining soon after, and you shifted to add your top to the pile but stopped as he shook his head.

“Leave it be. You look cute this way.”

His compliment makes you blank out for a second; it is honest but straightforward.

You attempt to thank him, lips parted to speak gratitude, but all that rushes out is a satisfied whimper as his head nestles between your legs.

How he knelt so fast to get a taste from your cunt wasn't a concern as your focus lingered on his tongue passing through your folds.

One should feel disturbed by the ordeal, being eaten out so vigorously, but you're not allowed to be.

Changbin negates it with pleasure, lapping at your clit religiously, alternating his focus on the bundle of nerves and your heated walls.

His hands keep your thighs apart, forcing them wide open and leveraging that access for all its worth.

You pant physically, losing concentration as he suckles your clit and applies delicate intrusion into your seat heat.

The taste is different to him, more addictive and intoxicating.

He goes back in for more, selfish with his goal to make you come, and thoroughly enjoying the shy screams you let out as your high ramps up.

Changbin eyes your reactions, not stopping you from sitting up on your elbows to watch him devour you.

“Fuck..is it that good?..” you tease him through a string of broken moans, tangling a hand in his hair to push him in closer.

He doesn't fight you, smiling as your walls contract around his tongue.

A rigid shudder through you follows, your smile widening as he moans against your mound, and your toes curl at the primal sound and vibration it imbues.

The gentle swirl of his tongue along your folds and clit is electrifying, dizzying even, and your knees go weak at the feeling.

Was he that deprived of you?

That morbidly starved from your cunt?

You could only assume that was the case with the way he drooled on your entrance, a gentle hiss of approval leaving his slick lips as a mixture of cum and spit slithered down your folds and onto the countertop.

A bit stunned by the vulgar sight, you made a move to hop off the edge out of embarrassment, but Changbin imposed himself on you again, holding you hostage with his clothed cock prodding your cut through his shorts.

His tip twitched at your entrance, the overt action rendering you speechless as he ground his hips harder into you.

Sensitive, you were ever so sensitive as he edged you to delirium.

You glanced downward, getting impatient with him but thrilled by the sight of his erection.

Changbin followed your gaze, smirking as he halted his movements, not minding the pout on your face as he did.

If your stomach wasn't already full of butterflies, it was the moment his bare cock came into view.

You couldn’t look away as he gently pumped his length, precum leaking from his tip in steady drops, and you nearly frowned, seeing the liquid go to waste.

Changbin watched you eyeing him, biting back a grin as your breaths grew heavier with every jut of his fist, “My eyes are up here, baby doll.”

He inches closer, satisfied with how slick his cock is and not hesitating to pass it up and down your folds.

The sensation is a literal adrenaline rush, with wet and soft skin meshing together at the most sensitive point, and your head spins from it.

“C-can’t help it,” you hiss quietly, eyes rolling as they flutter shut.

Changbin steadies himself with a hold on your thighs, grounding you both before he presses forward into your cunt.

The blatant intrusion of his cock makes you weak all over, not a painfully long penetration, but a pleasurable thick one.

In your opinion, Changbin was a perfect fit for you; it was just the right amount of sweet and sultry.

The juxtaposition of his lips pecking at yours softly while his hips snap at an even pace between your trembling thighs is mind-numbing.

All your worries seem to fade when he’s delving inside you so passionately, eyes fixated on your face, hands planted on your waist.

You keep him in place with a lock of your legs around his waist, fingers tousling his hair, and your chest pasted to his with slivers of sweat running down both your bodies.

He’s in no rush, muttering words only deprived lovers share, testing resolve to cum early with rougher thrusts.

“Should’ve fucked you at the gym…let everyone hear how pretty you sound working out on my cock, hm?”

Changbin taunts you through a groan, subconsciously prepared for the vice grip your walls inflict whenever he speaks so explicitly with no hesitation.

You nod lazily, mouth agape as the sloppy rut of your hips creates an exciting rhythm with his, practically drooling, feeling a puddle of cum form on the counter.

Changbin glances down to where you two connect, breath catching in his throat as the skin-on-skin contact presents a sight for sore eyes.

“It kills me how long you make me wait to have you like this. I finally get you all to myself, and you wanna run off…” he pauses, thrusts, taking a faster pace, and one you scream out for.

“It’s not my fault- oh god..” you shudder violently as he pins your hips down, hyperfocused on overstimulating you, and it’s working too well.

The knot in your core winds faster, pulling in on itself with every passing second, and you scramble to hold it at bay with a weak attempt to push his hands off your waist for freedom to move.

You fail, wrists now pinned on the counter with his fists, leaving you helpless.

Changbin readjusts his hold, intertwining your fingers with his, sliding your conjoined hands up above your head.

“Yes. Yes, it is.”

He refutes your point, breathing in your moans as your noses brush against each other.

You have more to say; try to tell them, but the impending end of your control nears faster than your will to speak.

It’s a building pressure in your chest that spreads to your cunt in heat waves, flustering you into a fit of cries.

“Fine, it is! It’s my fucking fault! Please don’t stop!..”

Changbin passes his lips over yours, barely hushing your pants as his hands squeeze your fingers gently.

The tenderness of your inner walls baring down him harder and harder the closer you got to an end.

Your agreeable nature infects his ego, a cocky glint in his gaze as he kisses you tenderly.

The swirl of his tongue past yours is comforting, a subtle shove your body accepts before the knot in your core snaps, and arousal pools from your slit.

“Mhm,” he cheekily hums as you come undone against his mouth, lazily gliding his tongue to capture whatever bit of release you had left before kissing your trembling thighs.

“I can’t believe you…” a dramatic groan leaves you as Changbin stands up and leans over to flash a satisfied smirk your way.

“Couldn’t help myself…you know how I get after a workout…”

You scoff, masking a shy smile with a roll of your eyes, “Then remind me to never go workout with you again.”

“Sorry, what’d you say, sweetheart?” He feigns a confused expression, helping you hop off the counter with ease, and you slap his bicep in return.

“Suddenly you’re deaf…”

Changbin laughs, following close behind as you head for a shower, taking the chance of your back being turned to slap your ass.

You yelp, face turning shades of red as he drags you into a back hug.

“I’m not deaf. I just know you’d never pass up a chance to work out with me and I’d never pass on fucking you after…”

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Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming

Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x female!reader, Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini x Luna Lovegood

Prompt(s): "Shut up, I'm trying to confess my love to you."

Word Count: around 4,100

Warning(s): very AU, sad reader, swearing, DRAMIONE FOREVER, Sirius and Remus are alive FIGHT ME, mentions blood but nothing graphic, changing certain rules about Hogwarts to fit the story (prefect rules specifically), no house for the reader is mentioned but I suppose it's implied that she's gryffindor??

Rating: T (one f bomb)

Author's Note(s): This is so self indulgent, lol. I love fictional Theo. I don't know if y'all picture someone specific in your head but I always envision Cody Christian as Theo. Enjoy!

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"(Y/N), are you okay?"

It was always the same question.

(Y/N), are you okay?

(Y/N), do you need anything?

(Y/N), can we do anything for you?

And she always gave the same answer.

"No, I'm fine."

But she wasn't fine, and she hadn't been fine for quite some time.

She sat alone in her bedroom at 12 Grimmauld Place. The rain pattering down against the window like tears against the glass. The fireplace was lit, emmitting a soft glow about the room. A shabby knitted blanket was wrapped around her shoulders, keeping in what little warmth she felt. There was a cup of tea sitting on the side table that she hadn't touched since Mrs. Weasley put it there, the heat long gone.

She was surrounded by people. The entire Order of the Phoenix would spend their days coming and going. The permanent residents of 12 Grimmauld Place, like the Weasley family and of couse Sirius and Remus, wandered the house daily awaiting news of anything.

And she still felt so lonely.

No one in the house really understood why she felt the way she did. No one except Hermione. Hermione was in the same situation as her, she just hid her feelings better. No one knew that Hermione would sneak into (Y/N)'s room at night and the two girls would cry themselves to sleep, hugging each other in comfort. (Y/N) was the only one around who knew how Hermione was really feeling.

Distraught.

Sad.

Frightened.

On the verge of losing the only shred of sanity they had left.

There was a sharp knock on (Y/N)'s door before she heard it open, knocking her from her melancholy trance.

"(Y/N)."

She turned to look at Hermione standing in the doorway.

"Sirius just sent a patronus." She said, her voice laced with urgency. "He's on his way here and he has three defectors with him."

(Y/N) immediately stood up, the blanket around her shoulders abandoned in the chair, her eyes wide. "Hermione..."

The other girl nodded. "I know."

Bounding towards the door, (Y/N) wiped her eyes. "Could it be them?"

"I don't know."

"Did Sirius say anything else?"

"No."

"Absolutely nothing?"

"Just that he's on his way here."

She felt like she'd been struck by lightning.

"(Y/N), we have to be emotionally prepared if it's not them." Hermione whispered.

"Fuck that, Hermione."

"(Y/N)..."

"No. I can't take this anymore. I really can't."

Before Hermione could say anything else, there was a commotion from downstairs. The two girls whipped their heads toward the staircase. Muffled screams were coming from the main level of the house.

(Y/N) looked at Hermione before the two of them exited the room, moving to look over the third floor banister. They saw Harry and Ron rushing down the stairs, Ginny and Luna close behind.

"Let's go." (Y/N) said, already making her way to the top of the stairs.

She hurried down the steps as fast as she could without hurting herself, Hermione on her heels.

Please, please, please let him be here. Please let him be okay.

Once they reached the landing between the first flight of stairs and the second, (Y/N) scanned the main floor. Harry and Ron stood at the bottom of the stairs, their attention turned towards whatever was happening in the dining room. Her eyes moved towards the doorway and she froze. Standing there was Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood wrapped in his arms.

Her heart stopped.

"Blaise?" She asked.

His eyes moved towards her.

Another body moved through the doorway revealing a head of platinum blonde hair.

Hermione gasped. "Draco?"

His head snapped to where they stood on the landing. "Hermione!"

Hermione moved past (Y/N) and rushed down the rest of the stairs before throwing herself into the boy's arms.

(Y/N) stopped breathing.

Three of them. There's supposed to be three of them. Where is he?

She carefully made her way down the rest of the stairs, moving by a very disgruntled Ron Weasley and a rather perplexed Harry Potter. "Where is he?" She couldn't help but notice that Blaise and Draco were both covered in blood. Her voice cracked as she felt the tears well up in her eyes. "Blaise, please."

He looked at her, his brown eyes tired and full of sympathy. Another scream echoed through the house. Without a word, he looked towards the dining room.

That's when her heart cracked in two.

Members of the Order were scattered around the room. Ginny was running back and forth between the dining room table and the parlour carrying bandages and vials of what looked like healing salves. Remus and Sirius stood with their backs to the main doorway, going through the vials and picking out what would be the most helpful before setting them on the table in a separate pile. Molly was scurrying this way and that around the table, her attention set on something different every few seconds. But on the table was a boy, bloody and writhing in pain.

Theo.

She fell to her knees, her face in her hands. "No..." The tears that had been pooling in her eyes finally fell. A pair of arms wrap around her. "He can't die. He can't die. He can't die."

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). Come on, you don't need to see this." Hermione held her up, supporting almost all of her weight so she wouldn't fall back to the ground. "Mrs. Weasley knows what she's doing."

(Y/N)'s eyes darted back to Theo. "I can't leave him."

"Let's just go to the kitchen and let them work. We won't be far."

As Theo let out another agonizing cry, (Y/N) let Hermione lead her away. She looked back towards the dining room entryway but it was blocked by Blaise, Luna, and Draco who were following them down the hallway. The three looked back at her with sympathetic eyes.

The next thing (Y/N) knew, the group had entered the kitchen. Hermione had pulled out a chair for her to sit in before taking the seat directly to her right. Draco followed suit and sat next to Hermione while Blaise and Luna sat across from them. Once they were situated, Blaise grabbed Luna's hand and held it in his lap.

"We didn't know you and Blaise were seeing each other, Luna." Hermione observed.

Luna laid her head against his shoulder, smiling softly despite the sadness of her friend. Blaise glanced down at her before answering. "We're both rather private, Granger. We didn't really want to advertise our relationship to all of Hogwarts, especially considering the state of the wizarding world."

Hermione nodded. She looked at Draco. "I understand that. I think we all do."

There was a moment of silence as everyone at the table took in their current situation. (Y/N), finally snapping back to reality, looked at Blaise again. There were blood stains covering the front of his shirt and a rip in the sleeve of his jacket. Draco also looked disheveled, his usuaully styled hair unkempt and scruffy. Both boys had dark circles under their eyes.

"What happened?"

Blaise made eye contact with (Y/N). More screams sounded from upstairs. "(Y/N), I don't think-"

"I want to know." She interrupted.

He sighed. "Okay." He looked at Hermione then back to (Y/N). "We've been planning to defect for months. I think we all came to the same conclusion around the same time. The night Dumbledore died."

Out of the corner of her eye, (Y/N) could see Draco squeeze Hermione's hand.

"We wanted to stay that night, but it was impossible. They would have killed us right then and there. We had no choice but to leave." Blaise paused and looked at Draco. "We practically had to drag Theo." He cleared his throat. "Earlier today, we were summoned to go on a mission. Someone had gotten word to the Dark Lord about Order members being in Diagon Alley. We were told we would have the upper hand so an ambush would be easy. That's when Draco sent his patronus to Sirius."

"Draco, that could've been dangerous! What if someone had seen you?" Hermione scolded.

The blonde rolled his eyes. "No one knows I can even form a patronus, Hermione. It was the only way to get word to the Order as fast as possible."

"Yes, now we all know that Draco's patronus is an otter. Adorable, mate." Blaise quipped.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh, piss off."

"Anyway," Blaise continued, "when we showed up, it was already a shit show. The fighting had already begun, so they sent us in as reinforcements. Luckily for us, it looked like the Order was winning. That was the only way our plan was going to work."

"I saw Sirius right away." Draco added. "There was no one else around right then so I helped him disarm Yaxley, then before anything else could happen I cast my patronus again. Poor bloke looked like he'd seen a ghost."

"That's when Theo asked him for help." Blaise leaned forward, his elbows on the table. "Sirius rushed us into a side alley and asked if we were being honest. It didn't really take much convincing though. We all looked rather... anxious. Then he told us to apparate to the Burrow. Said he'd meet us there after the fighting had stopped."

There was another pause as Blaise hesitated.

Draco continued. "The four of us were about to apparate, but-"

"The four of you?" Hermione asked.

He nodded then bowed his head. "Pansy was with us, too."

(Y/N) watched Hermione put her hand on Draco's back in comfort.

"Before any of us could leave, we were cornered in the alleyway." Blaise spoke up. "Sirius stepped in front of us and blocked a curse, which obviously tipped off the one's shooting at us that we were no longer on the same side. It was Dolohov and Theo's dad. They just started shooting anything they could at us, yelling about blood traitors and the like. Well, that caught the attention of Bellatrix."

(Y/N) felt her blood run cold at the name.

"She rounded the corner and when she saw Draco, she went ballistic." Blaise explained. "She sent hexes at all of us but she took one last look at Draco before she sent the killing curse his way."

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his chair. (Y/N) saw a tear form in his eye. "Pansy saved me." He sniffled.

Hermione whipped her head at Draco in surprise as (Y/N) let out a light gasp.

Blaise took a deep breath before he continued speaking. "None of us could have seen it coming. She just... stepped in front of him. Then she was gone. We didn't have time to do anything about it. I saw Lupin and a Weasley come up behind Dolohov and then Sirius yelled for us to go, so we apparated."

"So what happened to Theo?" (Y/N) asked, wiping her eyes.

"It was his father." Draco sneared. "Bastard sent a cutting curse at Theo before he could apparate."

Blaise sighed. "Sirius and Mr. Weasley showed up seconds after we did. They probably planned on more of an interrogation but then they saw Theo and brought us straight here."

There was a lull in conversation then. None of them had anything else to say. Hermione was rubbing circles into Draco's upper back. (Y/N) just stared at a spot on the wooden table, unable to meet eyes with anyone.

Another screamed echoed through the house.

Luna stood up. "I think I'll make some tea."

As the blonde moved about the kitchen, (Y/N) felt heartbroken. Heartbroken for Theo. Heartbroken for Pansy. Blaise. Draco. All of them.

They didn't deserve any of this.

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She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting at the kitchen table staring at the same spot of wood, but she noticed the tea in front of her was cold.

As usual.

"(Y/N)?"

Her head snapped to the doorway. Ginny stood there, observing everyone in the room before looking back at her. "Uh, mum says you can come up if you'd like."

She didn't have to be told twice.

Dashing up the stairs two by two, she didn't think she'd ever moved so fast in her life. She made it down the hallway and to the dining room entryway in record time, the rest of the group following behind her. (Y/N) looked into the room and saw that it wasn't as chaotic as the last time she'd been standing there. The dining room table had been transfigured into a bed. Mrs. Weasley stood near the foot of it, looking at Theo who had been laid against the pillows. His arms and his chest were wrapped in bandages, but he was breathing.

"(Y/N), dear." Mrs. Weasley whispered, beckoning her closer.

Inching her way into the room, (Y/N) looked to the motherly woman. She looked exhausted. "Is he...?" (Y/N) asked, trailing off.

"He's going to be fine." Mrs. Weasley answered. "He lost a lot of blood, but we gave him a blood replenishing potion. He probably won't wake up for a while yet, but I can assure you he will be okay."

(Y/N) released a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding.

"Do you need anything, dear? What can I do for you?"

(Y/N) was in awe. What would any of them have done without Molly Weasley?

Finally taking her eyes off Theo, (Y/N) turned to face her. "You've done more than enough, Mrs. Weasley." She made her way closer to the woman and threw her arms around her in an embrace. "I can't even begin to thank you for what you've done."

(Y/N) felt Mrs. Weasley's arms tighten around her just a smidge before pulling back and smiling at her, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "Is this boy the reason you haven't been drinking your tea?"

In that moment, she really couldn't help herself. (Y/N) gave a soft chuckle before turning her face towards Theo. "Is it that obvious?"

Mrs. Weasley continued smiling, her eyes softening just a touch. "Oh, (Y/N), the boys under this roof might be a bit dense, but I'm not." She moved to grab a blanket from a chair in the corner before making her way back. "I knew something had to be bothering you. I would've bet anything that it was a someone." She wrapped the blanket around (Y/N)'s shoulders. "Does he know how you feel?"

(Y/N) didn't know how to answer. Did Theo know how she felt? She thought he did, but come to think of it, she'd never out right said the words I love you to him.

In the grand scheme of things, (Y/N) and Theo hadn't actually been together for very long. She'd always had a crush on him, there was no doubt of that, but they hadn't really spoken to one another until their sixth year at school. If (Y/N) was really being honest with herself, she'd always been too nervous to even look in his direction, afraid she'd do something to embarrass herself. Then, one fateful day in potions class, Professor Slughorn introduced amortentia.

It was like she was there. The same fragrances she registered in potions suddenly wafted into her nose, overtaking the rest of her senses.

That day, down in the dungeons of Hogwarts, (Y/N) was overcome with a feeling so overwhelming she really didn't know what to do. She couldn't help but look at him.

Little did she know, the same thing was happening to Theo.

They locked eyes across the classroom and (Y/N) thought she might have died a little inside. He smiled at her and her body erupted into butterflies.

One would think after such an earth-shattering experience, a person could maybe gain the confidence to talk to another.

That was not the case.

(Y/N) and Theo didn't have any other interactions, big or small, until almost four months later.

Because Ron and Hermione weren't speaking to one another, there was some tension among their table in potions. (Y/N) and Harry, the two who were stuck in middle ground territory, were trying their best to make everyone get along. There weren't any positive results as of yet.

This led to their group being separated, because as Slughorn put it, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder."

She wasn't sure how it happened, or why, but she was then sat at a table with Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott. (Y/N) tried her best to avoid eye contact with the cute brunette, and was actually doing really well until she realized she had forgotten to grab an Ashwinder egg. She sighed, rather deeply, and made to move to the storage cupboard, but before she left her stool, a gloved hand entered her peripheral vision and set an egg down next to her cauldron. She quickly looked to her left and saw Theo looking right at her.

And that was only the beginning.

It was Theo's idea. They find a spot and meet in secret. They were both prefects, so it wasn't hard to do. Without raising too much suspicion, they would trade shifts with whoever was partnered with the other. They would walk the halls doing their prefect duties and then they would go to their special place.

The astronomy tower.

Not many people ventured to the astronomy tower. It was secluded and sort of cut off from the rest of the castle. It was the perfect place for two young people to meet without anyone else finding out. Until the night Dumbledore was killed.

Theo had been acting weird the couple days leading up to it. Everytime they were together (Y/N) noticed he seemed on edge, almost nervous to be around her. (Y/N) was beginning to think he had changed his mind. Maybe he didn't feel the same way she did. Maybe he wanted to move on from her. Maybe there was someone else.

"Are we meeting at the usual time tomorrow?" (Y/N) asked, looking up at him. They were sitting near the edge of the astronomy tower. The sky was clear and the stars were shining bright.

Theo didn't say anything right away. He was staring out at the grounds surrounding the castle as if in a trance.

"Theo," (Y/N) said, her voice trembling, "are you okay? You've been acting... different."

He seemed to gain some awareness back before he looked back at her. "No."

She was shocked. "What? Theo-" But she was interrupted.

"You can't be here tomorrow night."

In an instant, (Y/N) knew something was wrong. "Why?"

"Please, (Y/N)," Theo said, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly, "you can't come anywhere near the astronomy tower tomorrow night. Promise me."

(Y/N) didn't know what to think. After a few moments of silence, her eyes met his. "I promise."

Theo let go of her hand and moved his hand gently up to the side of her face before bringing his forehead to hers. "Whatever happens, we'll see each other again. I know we will."

Any doubt (Y/N) had been feeling about him immediately lifted. She could feel her eyes start to tear up. "Why does this feel like a goodbye?"

Theo pulled back to look her in the eyes. "Because it might be." Then he leaned in and kissed her.

That was the last time she had seen him. The next night, she was roaming the halls with other members of the D.A. when the death eaters had broken into the school and Dumbledore was killed.

(Y/N) was suddenly shifted back to reality.

"We never..." (Y/N) started before trailing off. "I never got the chance."

Mrs. Weasley smiled softly then patted (Y/N)'s arm lightly. "Well, it looks like you'll get the chance, dearie."

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(Y/N) couldn't remember falling asleep. After her conversation with Mrs. Weasley, the rest of the teenagers that were in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place made their way up the stairs into the dining room as well. Draco and Blaise wanted to check on their friend and both made sounds of relief upon seeing he was going to be okay before they were ushered up the stairs where the bedrooms were located.

Moving the comfiest chair she could find to Theo's bedside, (Y/N) kept the blanket Mrs. Weasley had given her and sat down. She tried to make herself as comfortable as possible before she grabbed Theo's hand. She must have fallen asleep looking at him because when she woke up, her face was sideways on the edge of the bed and his hand was still in hers. She propped her head up with her open hand and took a moment to look at the bindings across his arms and his chest, her eyes moving all the way up to his face.

It took her a second to realize Theo's eyes were open and looking at her.

"Theo?" She whispered. Her voice was hesitant, as if she thought it was a dream.

He smirked at her but it was full of adoration. Only Theodore Nott could make a smirk look adorable.

"I told you we'd see each other again."

(Y/N) didn't know what to do. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming."

Theo chuckled gently. "Would you like me to pinch you?"

She felt a flood of relief overtake her body and it was so powerful, she started to cry.

"Oh, darling, no." Theo tried to move but grimaced before deciding it was probably better to lay still. "Darling, please. Don't cry."

(Y/N) sniffled and brought the sleeve of her shirt up to her eyes to wipe the tears away. "I can't help it, Theo! I was so worried!" Theo attempted to interrupt but (Y/N) continued before he could get a single word in. "I've been worried for months! I didn't know if you were alive or dead, and then you show up here covered in blood!"

"(Y/N)-"

"And then Draco tells me you were hit by a cutting curse by your own father! You could have died by bleeding out if you hadn't gotten here sooner than you did. Then the last thing I would've said to you before you died would've been something stupid and not "I love you" like it should have been-"

"(Y/N)-"

"But I was too scared to say anything to you about it the last time we saw each other-"

"(Y/N)!"

"Shut up, Theo, I'm trying to confess my love to you!"

And then there was silence.

(Y/N) was sure her face looked as red as a tomato. Her skin felt like it was vibrating off of her body. She could feel the palpable silence between her and the boy in front of her.

She looked down at her hands. "I'm sorry." She stood up and turned her back to him before making her way to the entrance of the dining room.

"You love me?"

She froze. It was so quiet (Y/N) wasn't sure he'd actually said it. Turning back to him, she saw he was still looking at her, a new emotion in his eyes.

She took a deep breath. "Theo..." She moved back to the chair at his bedside. "I always have."

Theo narrowed his eyes as if he couldn't actually believe it. "Really?"

(Y/N) nodded and swiped a piece of hair behind her ear, looking down at her hands in her lap.

There was a beat of silence before Theo spoke up again. "I love you, too."

She smiled. The words she had always longed to hear. It was like a symphony of angels. Her eyes reached his and they looked considerably brighter than they did before. They both chuckled lightly.

"Now you tell me I'm not dreaming." Theo whispered, a tone of astonishment in his words.

(Y/N) smirked. "Would you like me to pinch you?"

He opened his arms wide and beckened her over. Hesitantly, she moved closer to the edge of the bed before slowly moving into his embrace and relaxing into his chest. "Are you sure this is okay? I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm just a bit sore this morning, love. I'll be fine." He pulled her even closer to his body. "Just let me hold you and I'll overlook the fact you told me to shut up."

(Y/N) laid her head against his shoulder and into the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry."

She felt Theo leave a soft kiss against her hair. "You're forgiven, my love."

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The funny thing about stolas is that he really is the most real depiction of NPD I’ve seen in a while. Unintentionally very well written. This show like few others ever do, explores the fact that people with NPD can be so socially inept and incapable of change they can ruin their own life and never fully understand why it happened. A stereotype is that NPD patients are always evil abusers but sometimes like with covert narcissism, it’s complicated. Stolas ticks every last box in the covert category.

He’s not outright a villain but is infuriatingly self centred, and destructive. One example is all of his “I” “me” “my” statements in every situation. Fizz is in danger ‘this will be fun (for me!) I love words!” While it was a good gesture to help Asmodeus, he makes things about himself again. And this made Ozzie mad. And in the latest argument he clearly forced himself to try and empathise with someone but gave up right away when it wasn’t going well and went back to the same I/me/my statements. “I have my answer so you needn’t say any more” “I didn’t know you thought so low of me” and to Stella “I want you out..out of my life” “via you have been the one good thing in my life” Even in a desperate situation where someone he undoubtedly loves, but who he hurt with his lies, is leaving him, he physically can’t stop making it about himself because of this disordered way of thinking. And in a way, that is sad.

It really is a disorder and not just villainy because the person with NPD has grandiosity and callousness, that combination prevents them from seeing a problem in their own behaviour until really pushed. (Who does that sound like) So without help, they end up alone and confused/bewildered by why that is. That reaction of blatant frustration from every single character who speaks with him - via, blitz, Asmodeus, (I don’t feel right including stella but that dinner table scene implies she’s angry he ignores her) is so accurate too.

I mean, I’m by no means a Stella fan but after that confrontation in LooLoo land and him screaming his divorce declaration in the circus, he seemed to think they could just ignore everything despite the ongoing affair, and eat dinner together as a family like nothing is wrong in harvest moon. So at that point I understood her being pissed.

They try force everyone into their version of reality, but it’s exhausting and someone incapable of empathy or change without help (seriously why are all these deeply mentally suffering characters not have a therapy arc - Bojack had several. Many failed. But he had several, because he was messy and had to keep trying.) Viv thinks Stolas is Herb, an innocent victim of homophobia, but he’s actually Joseph Sugarman, dangerously callous and terrifying but soft spoken, mixed with Bojack. Sugarman is a brilliant villain imo.

This is an extremely good point. It's a damn shame it's unintentional, because if it weren't, Stolas would at the very least be in the running for one of the best depictions of NPD ever put to fiction.

NPD isn't Magical Evil Abuser disease -- like you said, it's a legitimate disorder, and it's horribly damaging to the person who has it. People with NPD can both feel and crave love the way Stolas loves Via, but healthy relationships require give and take, and giving doesn't come easily to them. Even when Via's leaving him, the highest praise he can give her is that she's been the only good thing in his life.

It's extremely sad, tragic even. If only Viv understood why.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #actual blog post #stolas critical

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sibylsleaves · 3 days

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some things fall when they're meant to fall

25k | rated T | read on ao3 | COMPLETE Eddie’s gaze drop to Buck’s lips—pink, like his birthmark. Eddie wants to taste those lips, and he wants it with a fierceness so sudden it shocks him. “I’m, uh,” Buck stammers. “Last night. When you saw me and Tommy…we—we were on a date.” Everything inside Eddie goes still. If his heart is a kite, then this is the moment it plummets back to earth.

or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order. written for @burnthatbridge

Eddie collapses down on the sofa, propping his ankle up on the coffee table. It’s pretty much completely healed by now, but it still twinges a bit when he’s been on his feet all day. Marisol drops onto the couch next to him and kicks off her heels.

“Man, that was such a funny coincidence, seeing Buck and Tommy at Pizzana,” he says.

She hums noncommittally. “It’s a pretty popular spot, isn’t it?”

Eddie wouldn’t really know—Buck’s the one who picks the restaurant when they go out, always excited to try whatever new place he saw on instagram or the Los Angeles food subreddit. Now that he thinks about, Buck is definitely the one who first mentioned Pizzana to Eddie, so maybe it wasn’t such a coincidence.

“Well, I’m glad he and Tommy are hanging out. I knew they’d hit it off if Buck just gave him a chance.” It had been a surprise to see them out together, but a good surprise. After the basketball incident, Tommy had told Eddie he wanted to clear the air with Buck, and it seems the air was successfully cleared.

They’d been done with their dinner, but Eddie had convinced the two of them to stay for another drink while he and Marisol waited for their own pizza. It had been fun—he likes Tommy a lot, and now that Buck’s let his guard down he can see he likes the guy, too.

It kinda reminded him of how Buck was when he first met Eddie—territorial, at first, but then once Eddie had proved he wouldn’t be so easily put-off by Buck’s barking he’d sort of…melted. That was the only word Eddie could think of to describe it, the way he’d smiled and just opened up, like a dog rolling over to show his soft belly, blushing pink as a flower unfurling into full bloom.

Anyway, it would’ve been a nice night, with the four of them—and on the surface, it had been. They’d laughed and joked and recounted the entire hurricane rescue for Marisol. But something had felt…off with Buck. It had been bothering Eddie all night. Not quite the same way things had felt off with him before the basketball incident. Something else. He’d been…nervous, almost? Eddie had been thrilled to run into them, but for a minute when his gaze landed on Buck, Buck had looked…guilty, almost.

He had no reason to be. He’d already apologized to Eddie for the whole thing, and Eddie had reassured him and gently chided him for not just telling him he was feeling left out, and they’d been fine since then. More than fine. They had plans to take Chris to his surf lesson tomorrow, for god’s sake.

“Eddie,” Marisol prods gently. “What are you thinking about?”

Eddie turns to her, his easy-going smile already in place. Her own smile flickers and he knows he’s made a mistake.

They’ve been talking about this, is the thing. A few days ago, she sat him down and told her how it bothers her that Eddie doesn’t—hasn’t—opened up to her. He can’t really deny it. He hadn’t told her much at all about the hurricane rescue until it had come up tonight. He hadn’t told her much about Shannon, or about what Chris had been going through a few weeks ago. He doesn’t know why—he’s not that guy that just bottles up his feelings anymore. He’s not.

So he takes a breath, and he says, “I guess I’m just thinking about Buck.”

(keep reading on ao3)

#sibyls words #some things fall when they're meant to fall #post for the whole fic now that it's complete!!!

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aangelinakii · 1 day

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TALK.

— swimming... fountains?

summary : the two of you had been best friends since god knows when. maybe things turn out differently when you pull him in.

not proofread !

for as long as he could remember, dick grayson was utterly in love with you. from the way you held yourself, to the way you smiled at him, and down to the jokes you teased him with that he wouldn't let anyone else slide with.

ever since you were kids, you consumed his every thought. but what he didn't realise, was that you felt the same.

of course, it was a situation of miscommunication; simply just being too afraid to bring it up to the other, and not being able to read the hidden feelings of one another.

as nightwing, trained detective, dick knew how to read people. he could match a villain to their alter ego by simply passing them in the street on his way to grab a sub sandwich for lunch, but with you it was just different. maybe because it was a matter involving himself, as opposed to simply onlooking others. he felt conscious of his role in your life, and didn't want to manipulate things to follow his wishes.

put simply, he respected you immensely, and didn't want to force you into a situation he was scared you didn't want to be in. perhaps that was why you were better off as best friends.

on days neither of you had anything to do, you walked through the various parks of gotham, usually talking about how the past week had gone, or how the how many days that had passed between seeing each other had gone.

today, the two of you did just that. it was normal, nothing to be thought of it... right?

"i dunno, bruce has been stricter on us recently," dick chimed up in response to your question about his recent patrols. "so i don't really know what's going on."

pursing your lips, you gave a shrug. "even from when i've met him, he doesn't seem too lively. maybe he's just going through something."

"that's what i'm worried about."

and dick gave a sigh, one that held more weight than he was letting on. clearly this was something bigger than either of you two knew.

for a moment, you sized him up, watching as his eyes trained on the pebbly ground ahead. with the back of your hand, you nudged his arm, causing him to perk up.

"hey, how about we get some ice cream? maybe even sundaes from that shop on fourth?"

at this, his eyes lit up, stormy skies clearing with the reemergence of the sun, along with his charming smile. you knew he would be more than happy to, even if he didn't say so.

before you, the water fountain was approaching, with each step the two of you took. as it came up, you brought your foot onto the ledge, and began to walk along it.

as if like clockwork – because of the amount of times he had been with you as you walked along the fountain – dick held his hand out to your, soft palm up to the sky. in his field of work, it was a miracle he could keep his hands from getting calloused.

without having to think about it, you placed your hand in his, fitting like a puzzle piece; like a glove; lock and key.

"i already know what i'm going to get," dick piped up once again, his other hand snug in the pocket of his jeans. "rocky road, vanilla, and strawberry. maybe some butterscotch and marshmallows. i might gain a few, but i'll work it off tonight, anyway."

a laugh brushed past your lips, and you opened your mouth to reply. but any words about to escape slipped past without a sound, for your foot slipped. the fountain's ledge was slightly wet, probably from where a bird wanted a quick bath, or someone playing fetch with their dog actually threw the ball in and water splashed everywhere.

whatever it was that had happened, you were falling, no birds or dog toys could change that. and when you looked over at dick, mouth agape and eyebrows raised in shock, he was falling, too.

with a deafening splash! the two of you were splayed out in the water fountain, gasping at the chill, trying to push yourselves to sit up.

"oh my god!" you gasped, pushing your soaked hair out of your eyes, which were wide as they looked over at dick, who seemed just as shocked as you. "are you okay? i'm so sorry!"

"no, no, i'm fine," dick replied, running a hand through his raven hair, looking around at the situation as if not truly believing he was sitting in a water fountain, where literally anybody could walk past and find him. if he found any front pages with his photo on them, he would not be too happy.

on his knees, he waded over to you, and your eyes noticed the way his white shirt grew translucent in the water.

"you," he began. "are you okay? you're not hurt, are you?"

for a moment, you were worried maybe you were, but the adrenaline coursing through your body had deafened the pain, and you frantically moved to inspect if you still had all limbs.

opposite you, a chuckle brushed past dick's lips. "you look fine," he hummed. and when you looked up, his expression was soft; almost more stripped, more genuine, with the droplets of water lingering on his cheek and eyelashes.

"fine?" you repeated airily, the ghost of a disbelieving laugh running out with your breath. "like, i'm fine, or i don't look damaged?"

if you blinked, you would miss it. dick's blue eyes roamed your appearance briefly, the smile lingering at his lips. "yeah, you're fine," he replied casually.

he sat on his knees before you, not seeming to mind the cold water seeping through his clothes – which were probably more expensive than your rent – just smiling up at you, the chill causing a light flush to creep onto his cheeks. after a moment, his smile faltered, and he seemed to grow self-conscious.

"i want to talk to you about something."

you gave a laugh. "really? is this really the right time for that?" you questioned with a half-chuckle, eyes glancing around at the situation the two of you had found yourselves in; sitting pretty in a water fountain, where people were beginning to take notice. but hey ho, it was gotham; stranger things have happened.

dick paused, and, passing over a few beats, gave a bashful shrug. "i don't know. it might be. i don't think there would ever be a right time for this."

with a furrow of your brow, you narrowed your eyes at him. "what's up?" you hummed, repositioning yourself to sit more comfortably on your knees, the water rippling around you.

his mouth opened, readying to speak, but he looked away, seemingly thinking over his words, judging by that inquisitive glint in his eye. but he finally looked back at you.

"you know how much i appreciate you, right?"

at his words, the corner of your mouth twitched, aching to hold back a smile. "yeah, of course. i appreciate you too, dick."

"like," he continued, chuckling softly, "i'm not even mad that you ruined my clothes by pulling me into a fountain in the middle of the park. seriously. not even mad at all. if you were tim, i would be holding your head under the water right now."

you gave a nod, eyes flickering to the side. "where is this going?"

dick exhaled through his nose, expression hardening as he looked over at you. "i think you're great. i think you're great when you fall into a water fountain and bring me with you; i think you're great when you send me a text before i go on patrol telling me to 'keep safe'. i think you're great when we go on walks, and when we go share an ice cream sundae, and when you remember my subway order—"

"how am i supposed to forget that you like your subway melts with way too many pickles to even be normal?"

and he laughed, that softness that you just adored shining through once more, causing you to crack a grin as well.

"what i'm saying..." dick began once his chuckle had trailed off, eyes gazing into the trickling stream pooling from the statue in the centre of the fountain. "i guess... maybe i wish we weren't friends."

almost as soon as the words left his mouth, your eyebrows creased and your jaw dropped. "what– that doesn't make sense—"

"i'm in love with you, (y/n)," he finished, cutting off your confusion with barely a full sentence, his lips trembling. "okay? is that okay?"

how could you even reply to that?

noting your lack of response, dick continued to talk, trailing off awkwardly. he was ready for your years of friendship to be over.

"i just suppose we tell each other everything, and i kind of felt – i don't know – guilty that i was leaving this out. especially since it involves you. i know if you ever had a problem with me you would tell me, and the same for me with you, but i could never have a problem with you, i just thought it was the same sort of principle, i dunno—"

warmth clashing against the chill of the water, soft skin meeting soft skin. only for a moment. and it was over.

you pulled away, eyelids fluttering open to look at your best friend expectantly. best friends can't be best friends after this.

he felt for you the way you felt for him.

after every patrol, no matter how tired, he always made an effort to knock on the window of your bedroom, and bring by one of your favourite snacks, or even just to tell you about how it had gone; you adored it, the way he was so thoughtful. you thought he was just doing it because that's what best friends do.

he used to help you study for tests, and make sure you knew the content back to front before you went in.

some nights you would dance in the kitchen to your favourite oldies whilst cooking a dinner to watch in front of a good film; and it was those moments that you felt really connected him to you. but you thought it was just what best friends did.

as you looked up at him, lips thinning anxiously, dick's face softened, eyebrows upturning, the corners of his mouth pulling down.

"you just... kissed me," he breathed, his breath fanning your tingling lips. "why did you just kiss me?"

"why do you think, doofus?" you scoffed playfully, bringing a hand to softly nudge his shoulder, despite the bashfulness evident on your face. "i think i'm in love with you, too."

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bingsooow · 4 hours

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Okay so probably a very cliche thing to write about BUT im a SUCKER for it

Venture notices fem!reader is getting hit on at a party and glares at the person doing it the entire time. Once the reader and venture get home, they immediately press her against the wall and “questions” her. Aka, they get jealous as HELL 😈

BONUS POINTS IF VENTURE CALLS THE READER “PRINCESS” i am a major softie for it 💕

Sorry for the late response so to make up for it I’ll make this extra juicy 😝

Sloan didn’t want to go to this pity party the wayfinders decided to put on. Everybody was able to bring guests and just enjoy themselves how they wanted to. Sloan decided to bring their partner Y/n. She looked absolutely stunning in their eyes and behind her they looked like a lovesick puppy.

However with that it also meant that they had to be extra protective over her. They didn’t want anybody thirsting over what was theirs. Y/n was their angel and everything they could ever ask for. Sloan was blessed to even be able to breathe the same air as her. As much as she told them she wasn’t anything special Sloan refused to believe it.

There had been somebody at the party who made Sloan uncomfortable. It was this guy who seemed to be thirsting on whats theirs. It annoyed them, but without probable cause they couldn’t do anything about it.

The night progressed and as it did the guy seemed to be making moves at Y/n. Sloan was slightly tipsy from the alcohol they ingested while conversing with their team. They looked across the room at the guy leaning against the wall talking to Y/n. They could feel their heart drop to their feet.

But they knew deep in their heart she wouldn’t do anything to them. The way the guy looked at her made Sloans blood boil. But it seemed Y/n didn’t notice. They came over snaking an arm around Y/ns waist and casually joining the conversation. But it seemed the guy didn’t take the hint.

Each lighthearted joke, each compliment to her, the way his eyes scanned her body like she was just some meat irked Sloan. Enough that they decided they wanted to leave early. But they couldn’t just say that. They would feel bad if they forced Y/n to leave so soon.

“Wow I’m so tired! It’s so late.” Sloan fake yawned as they looked at Y/n. She knew what was up because Sloan never usually got tired this early. She nodded agreeing with them. “Yeah it really is, we should get home.” Sloan mentally cheered as the two. Said their goodbyes and eventually went to the home they shared.

As soon as the door closed behind Y/n, Sloan pushed her against the wall, their eyes looking down at her almost with jealousy. But she was focused on how long and pretty their eyelashes were.

“Somebody was being a bit too friendly.” They said with their voice laced with venom. Their hands rested on the soft curves of her body. “What? Sloan I-“ “He was flirting, you and I both know that.” Y/n didn’t say much. It was true. She knew that he was flirting but she didn’t entertain it. Why would she?

“Did you like the attention? Hm? If you just wanted attention mi dulce princesa you could have just asked.” Sloan knew how their Spanish affected her. Like it was a cheat code to get her to fold.

“I-I no- It’s not..” But there wasn’t a good enough excuse. Maybe she did want attention. But it’s not like she would ask them for it. She expected them to just know.

“You’re such a terrible liar. If you wanted me to compliment you I would have told you that you were prettier than any star in the sky. Or maybe you wanted to be lusted over. Seen as sexy? And god you really are.”

Sloan looked from her eyes to her lips. Then to her neck. They leaned in and kissed her neck, softly biting upon some parts of it. They then went up and kissed her gently. Some of her darker red lipstick going onto their lips.

“I’ll give you all the attention you could ever ask for tonight, hermosa princesa.”

Cliffhanger!! But I might continue it just lmk if I should, possessive Venture I need them sm

#overwatch venture #overwatch fanfiction #sloane cameron #venture overwatch #venture ow2 #venture x reader

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phaelimbs · 20 hours

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There's something about the way you watched the dancefloor.

A soft tune of "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran in the background, the host announcing the start of the slowdance, all while encouraging everyone to find a partner for the dance. The crowd cheers, yet no one dances.

You turn to him, watching his movements, hoping, waiting for him to stand and ask you. Yet when he locks gazes with you, he shakes his head. But tonight is a special night, a night after graduation where most people will leave, a night to make memories before parting ways, it's special.

You frown, mildly upset. Your friends tap and encourage you to dance with him, but you could only shake your own head. Like they always do, they ask why, even calling out his name to dance with you— but then again, you both refuse. The dancefloor remains empty until finally, a friend of yours, along with her partner, walks to the dancefloor.

Your stomach churns, mildly upset that he didn't take you to the dancefloor. He already had during that one performance when everyone was doing so, why can't he do it now? Maybe he's just shy, you keep telling yourself to understand.

Can't he for once cherish the moment with you, put you first and ignore what others will say? Does he need to be asked to before initiating? Your mind races as you watch the lone couple dancing, all eyes on them and how they only matter to eachother, as if there was no one but them. He can't see you, his back turned to you as he fiddles with his phone. Maybe he's thinking of you like how you think of him right now.

Oh how you wish he could be as bold to love you loudly, to live in the moment and just dance. But for now, you could only watch, and wonder why he won't do the same.

- Tsukishima Kei, Kenma Kozume, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Asahi Azumane

(based on my experience and dedicated to me bc he didn't dance me during the slowdance ;( also feel free to suggest more characs)

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— his regrets... • l.hs

wherein the sinner was once again hit by guilt but he guessed, it hurts the most when it hit the second time around [ part 1 ]

author's note ~ ! hi! so, i decided to write this since there are a lot of requests. i dont know if i ever gave the story any justice, i just hope i was able to deliver what i want to write. anyways, here you go. happy reading!

Heeseung stands outside the restaurant that both of you frequently visits. in the past, he'll drive to the restaurant while u're the one entertaining him through the passenger's seat. he'll call u pretty and will watch as a soft blush stain ur cheeks together with a subtle hit on his arms in attempt to hide your shyness. Both of you were happy that time, heeseung was happy, you were happy— when did everything go wrong?

oh, right. he cheated. he did the very same thing he promised he wouldn't do when you said yes to him. cheating with her older sister at that. what is he thinking, right? Heeseung also, didn't know.

And as much as he regret it, it wouldn't change a thing. He'll never feel your presence in his arms, again or feel how your lips fit so well in his.

It's been a year since he saw even your shadows but you're still the one haunting his mind. After getting caught with his affair, he immediately ran after you but was failed. Came running to your apartment, but no one was there. Your landlord assured him though, he was told that your things are still in the apartment and that made him hope, maybe this will be a passing tumbles? Maybe he can still fix this?

He was definitely wrong. It was all but a delusion. You never came even if he waited for almost a week in that apartment just leaving whenever he had to go to work. But, you successfully avoided him. The next time he came, your apartment was wide open, your things were gone including you, and workers from the complex are now starting to clean the unit for the new potential buyers.

You successfully vanished through his life, didn't even get him a chance to see you before completely walking out of his life. The same time you left, so is heeseung's life started to crumble. He was called by the HR department one day, saying he's just there to talk. Though the way they have every evidence of his infidelity and disgusting rendezvous with Rina told him otherwise. That's just like a punch for him. Your crying and pained face draws on his mind, he can't think about anything but how hurt you were the day you found out. He was a jerk, a sinful man that doesn't deserve any forgiveness. If all, it just made another salt that was rubbed on his wounds. He was so stupid. How could he do that?

After all the things you did for him, this is what he decided to give back and thus, karma's out for him. Things happened so fast that when he came into realization, the company already sent a letter making him choose if they'll forcefully fire him or he'll just voluntarily resign. It doesn't matter anyways. His business was all the employees could talk about for the past few weeks, even if he gets fired or resigned, doesn't matter because people knew what he did and that goes the same with Rina. With no stable income, life was hard. Heeseung had a hard time applying in a new position. No one's accepting him, in the end, he became content with jobs that had nothing to do with his past career. Being a janitor or a delivery guy, he did everything and anything just to survive.

"Heeseung? what are you doing there? There's a lot of people since dinner already started, we need you at the back" Even being a waiter in your favorite restaurant was one of the things he did just to put food in his mouth. But he knew it wasn't just because of that. Heeseung wanted to be able to hold at least one small fragment of your memory that was still enclosed in this restaurant. Because, every time he sees that one special corner, he was able to be happy at least for a short period of time.

"Serve the new guests, it's on table 15" Heeseung nodded at that taking the menus on his arm before walking towards the table. It was a couple, the man was the only one he could see while the woman's back was facing him. A certain feeling took over his system. The woman looks familiar but that's impossible. Heeseung shook his head and his doubt, before putting on a smile.

"Good evening, and welcome to Chaconne. My name is Evan, and I would be your server for the night. Here's our—" His tongue was cut off when the woman looked at him. It was you, it was really you. Heeseung wanted to cry, to just get on his knees and say all the things he couldn't get to say all these years. But, who is he fooling? He knew that what he really wanted to do was to hide in shame and guilt. He always wanted to appear in front of you as a successful and strong person but instead, you saw this side of him. The one who's currently paying his dues with karma. You didn't say anything, just looking at him with sadness in eyes. He can't read that sadness as something different though. He knew that it was accompanied with pity, pity with someone you're just acquainted with.

"Sir? Are you alright?" The guy you're with asked. "Ah.. ah— yes. Yes, I am. I'm sorry for that, Sir. So here's our menu..." It was smooth, he was able to calm down. He needs to be professional, he can't afford losing this job and he also can't afford to make you uncomfortable. After a while, the guy who he knew called Jay called him again to take the orders. It was an understatement when we say heeseung can't take his eyes off of you that whole night. You look beautiful as ever, the only difference is that you look happier. Jay said something to you, and that made your eyes widen in bliss before giggling, hitting him softly with your hands. As a man, heeseung knew how Jay loves you. The way he looks at you, how he softly caresses your hand on his, drawing small shapes on its surface in process, how he smiles just to you was all he needed to know. Besides, it's the same look he's given to you. You look so happy, you might as well be glowing when you're with him. Heeseung on the other hand, can't do anything but be happy for you. You now feel at peace and secured, it's a long way from how miserable you have been with him and heeseung can't help but thank the one above for that. Even when you two finally finished your dinner, leaving gracefully with your chivarious man supporting you, heeseung can't help but to follow you with his eyes.

Oh how he wished, he was that man. Heeseung was not a saint. Of course, on top of being happy for you, he also felt bitterness creeping up his system. But it's all in vain.

"Hey, heeseung." One of his co-workers called when it was closing time handing him a dark blue colored envelope. "Remember the couple you served earlier? The woman told me to give this to you." His eyes widened, taking the envelope before saying his goodbyes to the other workers. He was in the park when he decided to open it. A can of beer, and a cup of ramen placed hastily on his side as he took the envelope out. It was elegant and sealed, he flipped it twice before carefully ripping through it when he made sure there were no written words outside.

Hey, heeseung. It's been awhile. I know things didn't end well between us. I don't know if you're angry at me for the things I also did just to get back at you, and I won't blame you if you are. It doesn't matter though, I will still say sorry for those things. I was driven by my anger and pain, and because of that you lose your means to support yourself. I'm sorry Heeseung... for everything. For me, those moments were nothing but a memory, just a painful part of my past. I was able to move on and I hope that goes the same with you. You don't need to suffer, give yourself a chance again. Forgive yourself.

It's nice to see you again, Heeseung. You might not believe this but I hope you'll be happy, I am hoping for your best.

Heeseung didn't know he was crying until a tear stains the paper, the next thing he knew, his vision was blurry. "You were still saying sorry to me even though we knew I deserved it? Even wishing me happiness when I'm the one who took that away from you in the past. Y/n... how can you be so cruel?" His thumb brush on your signed name, as he whispers those words. How come, after all these years, you're still the one who can make himself feel understood. His whole system was numb, can't feel anything aside from pain. Is this the kind of pain you felt that night? Heeseung's happiness was with you but now, yours was nowhere with him. He feels relieved, yet there's a bittersweet feeling because this just means that he has to let you go, that this will be the last night he'll have a touch on your memories.

"Thank you... thank you so much... and i love you..."

heelluring, 2024

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sminiac · 3 days

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡— So Yours !

⋆ H. Shota + Reader

Ex — Incredibly emotionally charged, like— me venting in way because how does one ever cope with the fact that the very thing you seek to hold for eternity is actively slipping through your fingers at such a devastating and unforgiving pace, lol ???? In other words, a lot of nonsense, I just wanted to write hehe

Puppy love was born from the inability to comprehend love to a bone withering extent, one that couldn’t convince you to stay and endure the scary feeling of encountering the unknown, but what you’d come to find even if not in the same circumstances is that Shota’s worthy of the hurt and the suffering, at least, you know that much.

He always made it all worth it, every bite of your tongue and the push of sucking things up and soldiering on- especially with how he is now, bathing in the bright sun like it exists only for the use of spotlight on his existence. He doesn’t hiss from the sting in his eyes or the insufferable warmth it wraps him in, he just takes it all in, what you don’t know is that it’s more so for the sake of keeping you in the shade you’ve claimed under the large tree that rustles and shakes in the soft brushing of a warm breeze.

“Okay, now you go.” He urges with a boyish grin, one that reminds you of midnight cicadas and warm evenings, he’s beautiful all the same, a mix of youth and the growing tinge of maturity sculpting out his face right in front of you.

Even if his very presence tended to make all things more bearable, you groan, already defeated. “This is stupid,” you announce, swift in your annoyance and your fingers haven’t even curled into your palm yet— much less even made a guess of what Shota could possibly pull on you this time. “I’m losing either way.” You admit humorously, a pitiful expression on your face that makes his heart stir out of place. It’s a shame, really. You got all pretty just for him and the hot day you’d endure together, but soon it would be ruined by the steady rush of water that’s been your saving grace for the past few days, if it wasn’t there surely Shota would have noticed your unusual and insistent curiosity of how many more parts of him are just as well built as his arms.

His hands remain still in front of his chest, a slight unsure slip to his smile as he thinks over the possibility of you losing, how you’d dwell in your silent grudge all the way back to town with soggy clothes and hot feet. He wishes that prior to taking a seat with you in the lush grass that you’d both agreed to 1/1, that way the process wouldn’t be so long and torturous for you.

It could’ve been over and done with, but here he is, on the cusp of taking for the win.

His arms hesitantly lower, all of his concerns and pointed guesses of you post river piecing together right before his eyes, the unpleasantness of knowing you’d be upset and that he could’ve very well prevented it striking him anxious.

Before you have the chance to question the lack of movement his hands zip back up to place in front of yours, there’s not a shift in his outward appearance that tells you what he’s thinking about, but then again, it is always hard to tell.

“You lose I jump, okay?” He says.

“That doesn’t make sense, what happens if you lose?” You question, more aloud than directly to him, your mouth running and the pool in your mind of retained thoughts is shallow.

The likelihood of you winning is slim to nothing, but he doesn’t put that out for the universes hands to grab at. “I jump anyways.” He answers blandly, as if it were the first solution that should’ve came to your mind and nothing but. Just like him though, you didn’t want that possibility falling from your grasp.

“Then the entire game would be in my favour, and that’s no fun—”

“And,” he adds abruptly, boldened and louder than his previous words. “you give me a kiss. Up here.” His index finger pokes out and taps twice at the centre of his forehead before returning to his position.

Your silence makes him a little uneasy, but was there really any need for him to be stressed over such a simple matter? He doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with his request. You’ve kissed him before, and exactly where he wants it to happen again, what could be so different about this one?

Awkwardly, he clears his throat. “Are we going to shoot? The sun is making me warm.”

Your eyes slightly widen before you’re apologizing, scatterbrained and nervous as you’re adjusting yourself, knees bumping and faces equally as hot as the other’s. If the water beside you wasn’t so loud he’d surely hear the aggressive thumping of your heart.

The both of your fists are hitting against the surface of your open palms, softly announcing “Rock, paper, scissors.” together.

You don’t even have the ability to decide on how your fingers will position themselves before mindlessly they splay flat over your palm, simultaneously Shota’s fist stays balled as it lands against his skin on 3.

His lips part as he looks up, watching the way you hesitantly shift to your haunches.

The motion of your hand is slow as it hovers over his before it comes down to cup over his fist. “I win.” You announce, equally as amazed by your inexplicable luck.

You really don’t know what to expect, when he’d want his kiss, if he was being serious or just trying to get a good laugh out of it, but it startles you when he raises to his feet, grabbing at the bottom of his t-shirt and clumsily wrestling it off before his hands are at his belt. You swelter under the bright glint of the metal, how his slender fingers pry it loose until his jeans are kicked off and now you struggle with keeping a healthy balance between looking at him chest and up, and whatever lays behind him in the distance.

The inkling you had about the rest of him. You were right, he does have a nice body, that’s more than just the defined clumps of muscle along his limbs. The entirety of him is nice, so unbelievably, achingly nice.

“Can I.. have it before I jump?” He asks, a small smile on his face that reveals his teeth as he talks.

You nod, asking “You scared?” as you join his side.

The two of you loom over the water for a second, the current isn’t whipping or dangerous any, but the pool of it certainly had some depth. “No. It looks inviting, I’ll be fine.” His fingers twitch being so close to yours when standing beside you, they always do, like it’s a gravitational pull that taunts him every single time, he doesn’t need to look to know the lack of distance there is between you and him, he’s never needed to.

“Are you scared?”

Your lips purse, eyes avoiding his as your fingers poke at his arm, just under his elbow is where they press firmly against him, “Not at all, but I think I am a little jealous.” Your feet shift until you’re both facing each other again, an even smaller amount of distance between you now, your hand wrapped gently around as much of him as you can fit. “You hate swimming like this, I know you do. You don’t even have all of your stuff.” He reasons, unable to say a thing about your other hand moving to cradle the side of his face —he only guides himself into you— or how your eyes focus on the movement of his lips, but he does fully acknowledge that the only thing that’s possibly capable of cooling him off now is if he jumps.

“Y/n?” He asks so softly his voice almost cracks, a little confused, and nervous, and completely unsure of your intentions but he’s confident that he doesn’t want to pull away just yet.

Quickly you press out your words before any hinderance is allowed to occur, “Sho’ if I wanted to kiss your lips instead would you let me?” You ask. Shota struggles with understanding for a minute so he stares blankly at you for quite some time, big pretty round eyes that don’t look so dark in the sun just barely moving as he looks at you, deconstructing your sentence before he’s decidedly nodding his head, at first it’s slow, because it’s you and yes whatever you want he’ll do, but then it really hits him, and now he’s nodding profusely and comically fast, “Mhm, ye-yeah, yeah. Yes. Please. Y/n, please.” His voice ripples out into tenderly familiar laughter, one that sounds warm and inviting, one that’s him, that makes you realize even if this kiss is to be different, and has the ability to dictate the direction of your friendship, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to go out with a bang.

Your weight rocks into the tips of your toes, keeps you steady as you bring yourself closer into his bare chest. Shota’s the one who steps further into you when he notices that you aren’t close enough, he doesn’t want you tripping over yourself, so he makes the barely noticeable adjustment for you.

“Know I should be nervous, but you’re so mine it doesn’t scare me.” You whisper, the breeze carrying your voice like it’s always been apart of you, you’re one with the chirping birds, the life of water, and the green grass that tickles your skin Shota’s always thought. You smell like summer and you look like it too. He’d want nothing more than to last in your eternal beauty.

His lips bump against yours as he talks, folding you into his embrace in such an intimate manner, noses bumping and hair mixing into each other’s.

“Why would you be nervous? I’ve always been so yours.”

#haku shota x reader #soul x reader #p1h soul x reader #p1harmony soul x reader #p1h soul imagines #p1harmony x reader #p1harmony imagines

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lazzarella · 2 days

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It's that time of the week, again, where I come to Tumblr to ramble nonsense about Wandee Goodday!

- God, they are so domestic!

- Making breakfast?? Getting all soft and sad about being out of town? FOREHEAD KISS?? This is too much for the first minute lol

- Ew, toothpaste splatter on the mirror lmao

- OMFG this is SO DOMESTIC!

- "I see you more than I see her" and it's not all because Taem's busy, Yak!! You make the effort to see Dee more! Like last ep when you could've gone with her but you didn't because you had plans with Dee?

- "Never had to go a full round" discussion is interesting. Will ponder this more when I'm awake fully!

- Of course they make a bet to see who caves to admitting they miss the other first lol their competitiveness is delightful and could lead to future angst, which is even better!

- Okay, but I love how they show they not only care about each other, but are interested in what the other does! They show concern and interest and it's just very nice how much they like each other as people. I think sometimes romances can fail on that front

- Yak is going to overdo it soon, isn't he?

- Aww! Dee cuddling Ice Bear, looking at Gooddy, gazing longingly at the elephant pants, all because he's missing Yak

- The pants are Yak's design!! I love this detail!! Even if it's just them trying to bring attention to the pants so I'll go buy them lmao

- The 'be available but not to everyone' sign coming into focus when Dee is looking forlornly at his conversation with Yak—definitely something there, too tired and stupid to expand on it

- He is pining so. Hard!

- The billowy curtains add a nice dramatic touch to the scene

- Oh, it's been three days hehe (okay, I'd pine for Yak after three days too!)

- Ahhhhh!!! Yak and Yei talking about Yak's feelings for both Taem and Dee! I loooove this (Aw, they're sharing a bed! I think that's common, but it's still cute to me)

- (I don't think Yak does truly feel at ease, or free to be himself, with Taem the way he does with Dee, though! Not because of Taem, herself, but the pressure he's put on himself to be someone she could like, instead of just being himself. He doesn't feel that pressure with Dee)

- Yak opens Dee's text conversation first!

- Of course Dee shows up when Yak closes his eyes to see who he thinks of first! And, ahhhhh, he's SO happy to see Dee, holy shit. His face just lit up!

- And Dee is wearing the elephant pants ;__;

- They are RIDICULOUS and I love it

- Imagining Yei, Yak and Dee all wedged together in the same bed if Dee had agreed to stay over lmao

- HUGGING HIM TO RECHARGE AGAIN! I can't take this, Yak!!!

- Oh... Oh, holy mother of god, that CHIN KISS!!!! That was so tender and hot and wtf????????????

- And then Yak kisses Dee's forehead and the necklace again??? Fuuuuuuuuuuuudge

- Nooooo, Dee, don't fall for Dr. Ter's wiles!!! Booooooo! Hissssss!

- omfg, Yak and Dee making eyes at each other smack bang in the middle of the pedestrian crossing

- KISSING HIM ALL OVER HIS FAAAAAAAAACE!

- "I miss this hospital so much"

- "His body is yours, but what about his heart?" That's Dee's, too, next question!

- If Taem buys this 'oh, I'm studying Yak, and no I don't mean that in a euphemistic way, what are you saying about?' then... she's not as smart as I thought she was lol

- Okay, there's some side-eyeing going on there. Curious about all those suspicious and guilty looks at the end of their convo tbh

- Cher and Yei have a tiny bed!

- Awww, c'mon, why reuse ep one footage of Yak and Dee!!!!

- DOUBLE DATE!

- Cher saying it feels like Yak is introducing Dee as part of the family 🤝 Yak saying the photo looks like a family photo

- the way so many beats are being repeated is nice to me (Yak taking Dee's hand at the crossing again)

- Oh, Yei is definitely in it with loan sharks, right? Orrrrrr maybe he's working FOR them to work off his debt? Am I overthinking it?

- Damn, those balloons must've been expensive, if Yei had to trade his camera for them! (A joke because the camera just disappeared I guess??) edited to add: ooh maybe not a continuity error! Could the balloons be a devious distraction technique??

- "Romantic notions vary from person to person" or whatever Yak said but yes! They do!

- Cher kicking his little feet :3

- I love how they both talk about feeling at ease with each other <333

- Awww! It's finished and— WE'RE GETTING THE KISS NEXT WEEK????? And loads of delicious angst it seems >:)

#wandee goodday #long post #lazzarella watches tv #shout out to the ppl who actually read these 😅#I was going to start adding screencaps but I’m lazy so you get my incredible art instead 😊

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achilles-rage · 2 days

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NSFW Alphabet // Eddie Diaz x Plus Size Reader

A/N: thank you anon for suggesting this!! this was lowkey hard at first but i kinda got into it like halfway through and i had so much fun. if anyone wants me to do any other charcters let me know! also i know most people headcanon him as gay (me included) and i am not trying to invalidate that in any way, but it’s not confirmed (yet) and i’m just having fun<3

MDNI- 18+ Only

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex he helps you clean up, having a shower together most of the time before laying together on the couch/in bed. He might put on a movie on low volume, sometimes talking and other times just enjoying being close to you as you both half pay attention to whatever movie he puts on. Honestly I feel like half the time he's OUT like 10 minutes into the movie though, feeling so relaxed and content with you pressed up against him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: I think he likes his chest the most, but mostly because he's seen how much you like it. It drives him crazy when you run your hands up and down his chest, and it gives him a bit of an ego boost to see you staring so intently at it.

Yours: Tits Eyes<333 He tries to be a gentleman, but this man loves your boobs. He loves when you wear low cut tops, fighting so hard to keep his eyes on your face lol. He also loves watching the way they move as he fucks you, loving to lean down and leave marks all over them. He also loves your hands, loving to kiss and hold them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I mean, he loves cumming on your chest, the thought of it helping push him over the edge. He also loves to cum on your plush thighs when he's not fast enough to pull out, loving how it drips down them and onto the sheets.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He cannot hold back when you wear your pretty little sundresses. When he sees you walk out in one, his eyes are immediately glued to you. His eyes slowly trail down from your face to your chest, how your tits spill out of the top a bit, then down to the outline of your soft tummy, then down to your exposed legs, your thick thighs. He needs you right then and there. He can't keep his hands off you. He can't help but think about how easy it would be to bend you over, pull your dress up, and have his way with you. It's only a dirty secret because he feels a little bad about it. The weather is warm, and you innocently put the dress on to keep cool, and because you love wearing dresses, but he can't stop his mind from going to how well you would feel wrapped around him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few girlfriends, and of course a wife, so he knows what he's doing. At the same time, I don't see him as a one night stand type of guy, so most of his experience comes from catering to specific women's wants and needs. I think the first few times you have sex, he's trying to learn what does it for you, but he knows how to read people, so he's quick to learn.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I'm not saying he's vanilla or boring in any way, but I think his favourite is missionary, with your legs wrapped around waist, desperately pulling him closer. He loves to see your face as he fucks you, and loves having access to your tits, so to him, missionary is the most enjoyable. He also loves having one of your legs over his shoulder as he slides into you, loving the way you tilt your head back and whine for him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think he's a generally serious guy, which translates into the bedroom. He's a little goofy sometimes, laughing softly and joking around when the moment calls for it, but for the most part, when he wants you, that is the only thing on his mind.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he keeps it trimmed, the carpet matches the drapes. In terms of his partner, he doesn’t really care, but I think he prefers a little effort to keep it at least a little trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I think he's pretty intimate overall, lots of i love you’s whispered into your ear and his head buried in your neck to be closer to you. He's not super romantic about sex, as he's not really into the whole candle and rose petal thing, but he would definitely do it on special occasions like anniversaries if you're into it. He’s a busy guy with work and Christopher so when you have sex it's mostly when y'all have a spare minute, meaning he doesn't really have the time to pull out all the stops.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think he's a man that likes to follow a schedule, so I imagine he does it most mornings, unless you're with him and wanna help him out. I think he gets pretty pent up if he goes too long without release, so every morning that you're not with him, he's in the shower looking for a quick release.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Authority: I think he loves to be in charge, loving the way you look up at him with those pretty eyes when he tells you what to do, nodding and being so good for him. He loves that you trust him enough to follow his lead like that, allowing him to do whatever he wants. He loves the shiver that runs down your spine when he lowers his voice, giving you an order, and the way you whine softly when he praises you for it.

Innocence: This and the last one kinda go hand in hand, but I think he loves how you look up at him with your wide eyes, blushing as he whispers something dirty in your ear. I think he'll whisper dirty things in your ear when you're out in public, loving the way your head snaps up, face getting hot. While he doesn't exactly like you being completely innocent, he loves the way you act coy when he whispers in your ear, pretending you don't want him as bad as he wants you. He loves watching you squirm.

Lingerie: This man LOVES seeing you all dressed up for him. He's not picky about colour or style, he just loves seeing you feeling cute for him, the way you walk up to him slowly, hands behind your back as you stand between his legs as he sits on the bed. As much as he would love to rip it off of you, he loves worshipping your body when you're wearing a matching set that you picked out with him in mind. He'll run his hands up your thighs, grabbing your hips tightly as he pulls you closer, looking up at you with a dark look in his eyes. He'll move his hands slowly up your torso, kissing your stomach as he holds your waist, humming softly, wanting to get you all worked up before he finally slides it off your body slowly.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves some good shower sex, maybe a little round two when you get in the shower with him to clean up. You're already in there, so why not? He loves the way you look all relaxed in the shower, closing your eyes as the water runs down your body. He can't help but put his hands on you, pulling you closer, kissing down your neck slowly before turning you around quickly, pushing you against the shower wall to have his way with you.

He also loves taking you on the couch, although it doesn't happen unless you're home alone. Maybe it starts one day with you cuddling on the couch, your hand trailing down his chest to his stomach, going lower as you innocently watch tv, trying not to look at him, fighting back a smile. Next thing you know you're on your knees in front of him, his hands pulling on your hair slowly as you take him in your mouth. It doesn't take him long before he cums, and you're quickly getting up and onto his lap, grinding against him, still fully clothed, as he whines softly, twitching under you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves the idea of being a family, so seeing you fit into his life so easily really gets him going. Seeing you in his kitchen, making dinner for him and Christopher, or seeing you come home with a random piece of decor you saw and thought would look nice in his house. He loves seeing you acting like a part of his family, longing for someone to share a life and grow with.

He also loves when you come workout with him. Maybe he offers to teach you some self defence, explaining how important it is for you to be able to defend yourself. You roll your eyes, but agree, since you know it'll give him peace of mind. The lesson starts off well, but then he notices the way your ass looks in your leggings, the way your thighs move as you punch and duck, and he's a goner. Now he's mostly focused on the way your body is moving, the thing layer of sweat on both of you, the way your breath is becoming heavier. He drags you out of there pretty early into the lesson, taking everything in him not to bring you into the change room and take you right then and there. Safe to say that he invites you to workout with him much more often.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not into age/pet play, and he doesn't really like the idea of gags or blindfolds. I think he would much rather hear you moan for him, and be able to look in your eyes when he's inside of you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he likes receiving better, although he'll never turn down the chance to go down on you.

He loves the way you look up at him through your lashes, closing your lips around him, humming softly as you move. He loves to grip your hair, letting you control the pace, but still helping you move your head slightly with his hand.

He also loves going down on you, kissing up your legs slowly before pulling your body closer to the edge of the bed, before diving in, holding your hips down as you start to squirm.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think it really depends on the day, and the time of day. I think in the morning he's more into slow and sensual, still feeling a little sleepy, but still wanting to see you come apart for him before getting started with the day. At night, he's more into fast and rough, especially if he's had a hard day. We all know this man is a little wary of talking about his feelings, so a lot of the time, he buries his feelings, instead opting to bury himself inside you, forgetting about his problems for a short time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind them, especially when all that's on his mind is a quick release. He loves going slow, taking his time with you, but sometimes there just isn't time with your busy schedules. If the choice is between a quickie or waiting, he'll choose a quickie every single time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think he's willing to experiment, although he wouldn't bring up anything too out there to try. If you brought up something to try that he's unfamiliar with, he'll hear you out, and will probably try it once, unless he's completely against the idea. I think he's a bit of a risk taker, but for the most part, he'll stick with what he's comfortable with.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think he's got 2-3 in him, but most of the time it's 1 or 2, about 10-15 minutes each.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don't think he owns any, he doesn't know much about them so he kinda stays away from them. With that said, he'd definitely be willing to try them on himself or you, if you asked. He wouldn't necessarily seek them out, but he would be open to them if you showed him what they were and how exactly they work prior to using them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is a fucking TEASE!!! He loves to watch you squirm, trying to act normal as he gives you less than innocent touches, and whispers what he wants to do to you in your ear. Once you finally get him alone he loves using his fingers and his mouth to get you close to the edge before pulling away completely, smirking up at you as you whine and squirm under him. To him, teasing you is one of his favourite games, playing with you until you can't take it anymore, begging him desperately to let you cum.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I think most of the noises he makes are quite grunts and moans in your ear, trying to keep quiet in case someone hears y'all. He loves dirty talk, but he doesn't do it all the time, instead picking and choosing the best time to whisper something in your ear to make you squirm. He loves when you talk dirty to him too, and loves when he has to cover your mouth to muffle your moans when you start getting a little too loud for him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This man is SUPER possessive of you, but he kinda loves seeing how much other people want you, he's a little confused about it. If you're out at a bar and he sees someone checking you out he gets kinda smug about it, knowing that he's the one taking you home tonight. At the same time, he also has to fight the urge from grabbing you and taking you there, right in front of them, showing everyone that you're his. Instead of actually doing that, as much as he wants to, he'll instead opt for coming up behind you, grabbing your hips tightly, kissing your neck softly. He loves watching you melt against his touch, slowly turning your head to look at him over your shoulder, your attention focused only on him as you lean back against his chest, giggling softly because after so many times, you know why he's suddenly being so clingy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

6 inches, average size.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's pretty average, not too high, not too low. He'd never say no if you wanted him, but I think he loves spending time with you almost as much as he loves having sex with you. He's ok with going a few days without sex, but he would also love having sex every day if you wanted to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think he's either up for a while after, somehow feeling more energized than before, or he's really tired and you have about 10 minutes before he's peacefully passed out beside you.

Likes/comments/reblogs would be much appreciated if you liked this! Or I would love to hear y’alls thoughts on any of the prompts<33

Also let me know if there’s any other character you’d like me to do this for (not just 911 characters)!

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