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certified-ni-ki-lover · 8 months
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Gamer Idol
ENHYPEN Ni-ki Oneshot
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SUMMARY: You’ve been into video games lately but you’ve been getting bullied cause of your username. But then you seem to make a friend. But is it possible to catch feelings for someone over a screen??
Word count: 779
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“UGH,” you said throwing your headphones on your desk. You had just lost a match. Your entire team didn’t help you at all. They just used you as a sacrifice. You could still hear them laughing through the headphone even when you weren’t wearing them. All that because your username was based on a K-pop idol. They constantly made fun of it. & to be honest it was hard finding teammates who would back you up in matches because of it.  But you never changed it. You liked it & it made you happy. It was based on your bias from your favorite group, Ni-ki from ENHYPEN. He was around your age & you loved how clean & precise his dance moves were. You loved everything about him. He made you happy. They all did.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a ‘DING!’ sound. You checked your computer & you found a message notification. “You’re an engene??” woah. This was the first time you met someone else who was a fan. Or at least you hoped it was a fan. “Yea” you replied. “Cool, so am I” “Based on your username I’m guessing your bias is Ni-ki?” you smiled, relieved that they actually were a fan & not a hater. “Yea, he’s my ult bias as well” “Woah cool” they replied. “What about you” you asked “it’s Ni-ki as well” they replied. “looks like we already have some stuff in common.” You both chatted for a while & then exchanged ig’s so you can chat. You learned he was a boy around your age. His name he said was Nicholas. He was Japanese & liked dancing & soccer. You were glad to have made an engene friend.
It became common for you guys to play together & he would always defend you from people who made fun of you. He was very nice & you both connected really well.
One day you both were just texting & he asked you,
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You were so excited. You’ve been developing some feelings for Nicholas because he was always so nice to you. & he was incredibly funny. & you both had some stuff in common.
Day of the concert
You got dressed & were so excited to meet both Nicholas & Niki. Little did you know a surprise would be waiting for you.
You arrived at the venue a little earlier since first was the fan meet. You were shaking the whole time while waiting in line. You nervously gave each member your album talking to them, holding their hand & cheering them on for the concert & reminding them how much you loved them & appreciated them. You passed by all of them, giving them a smile & made it to Ni-ki. For some weird reason, he wouldn’t look at you in the eye. You thought he didn’t like you because he kept avoiding your gaze & seemed nervous.
You were a little upset at the interaction but made your way to the concert arena. You were dancing, singing waving your light stick with all the other engenes present & you had a blast. & you made a bunch of new friends which you loved. After the concert ended, while people were slowing making their way to the parking lot, you remembered Nicholas was also here. So you quickly texted him.
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You looked up from your phone around you. The place was almost empty except for some staff & some people in the washrooms. Then when you looked back straight again you saw Ni-ki walking towards you. You started freaking out. Then he came close to you & told you to follow him. You just quietly went behind him. Then when you both were alone he pulled up his phone showing it to you. It was your text messages with Nicholas. That’s when you realized “Y-you’re…” “Yea” he said nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m sorry I lied to you” “The staff told me that’s the only way I could make friends online” You were speechless & just tried comprehend everything. “Y/N I get it your shocked but the reason I told you was because when we used to play together I used to have so much fun. I realized I really like you” “Ni-ki I had fun too” you said smiling at him “& I realized a few weeks ago I kinda like you too” you said shyly. Ni-ki’s eyes grew wide “REALLY??!” “well then do you wanna go out for ice cream or something with me so we can get to know each other much better?” he asked nervously. “I would love that,” you said smiling.
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The Nicholas that was mentioned here has nothing to do with &team Nicholas. I just picked it cause it’s kinda close to the name Ni-ki & the photo I used for the ig msgs is not anyone I know, i just found them on Pinterest
Hope you liked reading it! & I'm currently taking requests & is always open to suggestions to improve my writing💟🙏
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uncleasad · 1 year
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Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
tagged by: @evilpenguinrika​ (not really, but we’ll pretend 😃)
1. Scene 1: The Supply Closet (Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman - Legacies) | Oneshot - Mature
Hope Andrea Mikaelson, auburn-haired goddess, renowned trauma surgeon at Mikaelson Memorial Hospital, and scion of its namesake family, slinked into the supply closet, moving as surreptitiously as possible to slip in unnoticed.
2. It’s Been a Year (Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman - Legacies) | Oneshot - Teen and Up
In the darkness of her room, huddled against the cold of late December and the burgeoning Solstice, with only a single candle at her desk for illumination, Hope Mikaelson picked up her fountain pen and began to write, the scritching of nib on paper the only sound in the lonely night.
3. Two Silhouettes on the Shade (Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman - Legacies) | Oneshot - Teen and Up
It had been an exhausting week, and yet Hope Mikaelson was full of nervous energy.
4. You’re the Apple of My Eye (Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman - Legacies) | Oneshot - General
Hope Mikaelson awoke to the unmistakable pitter-patter of slippered feet in the hallway, followed by the distinctive scratching of a note being slid under her door.
5. Stopped at the Top of a Ferris Wheel (Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman - Legacies) | Oneshot - General
“Aunt Elena, I’m leaving.”
6. Not as Sweet as You (Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman - Legacies) | Oneshot - General
It was late May and the Salvatore School was nearly empty.
7. And I Will Always Love You (Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman - Legacies) | 8 Chapters COMPLETE - Teen and Up
It was a bitterly cold day in Mystic Falls.
8. If Not for Christmas, by New Year’s Night (Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman - Legacies) | Oneshot - Teen and Up
Josie Saltzman’s final Christmas on this earth had come and gone.
9. Please Come Home for Christmas (Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman - Legacies) | Oneshot - Teen and Up
It was late December and the cold of winter had descended upon the tiny hamlet of Mystic Falls, Virginia.
10. A Visit from Saint Nicholas (Hope Mikaelson/Josie Saltzman - Legacies) | Oneshot - General
Josie stepped into the flickering purple portal, and in a flash, she was gone.
I don’t know how to get the formatting to be pretty and an actual ordered list like EvilPenguinRika’s without dropping into the HTML editor, and I don’t have the patience for that tonight 😂
Random thoughts upon viewing the results:
This represents 15 months of published writing, all the way back to December 2021 😳
It’s mostly one-shots because nothing longer is in a publishable state yet (including some longer one-shots).
There’s a lot of cold/winter/Christmas…and then it’s May…and then it’s fall 😳
I seem to like describing the scene around Hope…
I’m also pretty shy in the whole “tag others” department, but I’ll do a few folks I’ve at least interacted with before, with no hard feelings if you choose not to participate: @badartndadjokes, @firelordirohh, @imsuperposh-xo, @sabrinasfadingmoon
(Oh, but you know what would be really fun? First lines of your 10 recent WIPs…what do you mean you don’t have 10 WIPs 😂)
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thoughtsaboutshows · 3 years
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In the days after the Void nearly ripped Sabrina from her family, they decide to celebrate a late Yule. Nick and Sabrina can't stop touching each other and Prudence and Ambrose finally talk.
This was inspired by two prompts that got turned into a one shot. 
Gets a little smutty at the end just an fyi...
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authorabriar · 3 years
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CHAPTER TWO: How Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina Should Have Ended.
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Nick took out another scroll and unrolled it on his table when he was back in his room.
He had gotten some ancient texts from the library for a conjuring spell. If this didn't work– no it had to. This was the only way.
There was a small knock on his door and glanced back as Prudence stepped in, holding the basket of dark, blood red roses that he'd asked her to retrieve from the woods.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Nicky?" she asked as she placed the basket of roses on the floor.
"I'm sure," Nick said.
"You really loved her–" Prudence began but Nick cut her off.
"And I still do."
He knew deep down that if it was him that had died, Sabrina would have done the exact same thing for him. He couldn't leave her just like that. Was she lost, was she cold, was she hurt? These sickening thoughts had plagued him ever since her death so much, that sleep had begun to escape him until his every thought was focused on getting her back.
He loved her too much to not at least try. It made him sick to his stomach to watch everyone else accept their grief and accept Sabrina dead.
He went over to Prudence and they both sat down across from each other. She lit one single candle and they joined hands as they began their summoning.
"Proserpinae, jnvocabo. Quem inferi intercedere invocabo! I call upon Persephone. I call upon the Queen of the Underworld to intercede!" Nick and Prudence chanted together.
"Proserpinae invocabo. Quem inferi intercedere invocabo! I call upon Persephone. I call upon the Queen of the Underworld to intercede!"
The candle flickered off and Nick found himself sitting in complete darkness.
"Prudence," he whispered.
The wind whistled and Nick stood up, his eyes desperately trying to adjust the darkness. Everything seemed colder now. It was as if the temperature had dropped a few degrees.
"Why have you summoned me boy?" a strong male voice asked.
"I summoned Persephone," Nick replied. "I summoned her on my behalf."
"Then, it is I, Hades, that you should have summoned. I know what your soul seeks," the voice said.
"Would you give me back Sabrina?" Nick asked.
"I will," Hades said. "But to test your true love, you too shall walk towards the same light Orpheus once walked and if you fail, Sabrina stays here just as Eurydice was made to stay."
Nick took a deep breath. "Where do I go?"
"Walk wherever you wish, the light will come and so shall your lover," Hades' voice faded away until Nick was left again in complete silence.
He started walking ahead. Could he trust Hades? Not one bit, but he was going to do everything he could to get Sabrina back.
As he walked, sure enough a white light had appeared before him. The only sound following his ears was the sound of his shoes.
The urge to look back was strong, but he kept walking.
"Hades lies," a voice whispered. "Sabrina isn't following you Nick. She never was."
"Don't believe me? Turn around and see for yourself Nick!" the voice taunted.
"Sabrina is in a cage in Hades' Hell. She is the bastard child of Lucifer and a cage is befitting for a Devil child!" the voice said, before cackling.
Nick continued to walk even though the voices angered him and urged him to turn around. He was stronger than this. He had to be for Spellman.
"Nick?"
He stopped walking and his heart began pounding against his chest. Sabrina's soft, ghostly voice filled his head.
"Nick, the voices are right. Hades is lying," she said.
Nick clenched his fists and continued to walk, ignoring Sabrina's voice that continued to echo behind him.
"Nick don't leave me!" Sabrina screamed. "Won't you give me one last kiss! Nick!" Sabrina screamed behind him.
Her voice broke him, but he wouldn't turn away now. He was stronger than this. He could do this.
The light loomed closer and he jumped into the blinding whiteness, before landing on the floorboards of his room.
Someone landed on top of him and he quickly stood up, wobbling to find his balance. His eyes adjusted and he turned around to find Sabrina lying on the floor behind him.
Her icy blonde hair stuck to her face with perspiration and her eyes were wild.
"Nick?" she whispered, tears filling her vision.
He went to her and cradled her body in his arms and she fit perfectly as if she was made just for him.
"Sabrina," he breathed, kissing her cold forehead.
"You came back for me, Nick." Her voice was small and her fingers were icy as she reached up to caress his cheek.
He smiled and kissed her lightly before breaking away. "I had to come back for you, Spellman."
"I was so scared Nick, " she whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Shhh." Nick cradled her against him and rocked her back and forth. "You saved me from hell once before, Spellman. I wasn't going to leave you in Hades' realm. I'm always going to be here for you, babe."
She looked up at him and kissed his cheek. "I love you Nick."
"I love you too, Spellman," he said, hugging her closer.
There was no better feeling that having her in hs arms again and he wasn't going to let her go ever again.
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Another Spellman moves in
Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
Pairing: Nicholas Scratch x reader
Word Count: 791
Requested: Yes -  I'd love a Nick Scratch one, with 75 and 83. Do what you want with it x - @thegirlsadventuresinwonderland
It was your first day back after spending years travelling the world and learning about magic all over the globe. Today was the day you would move in with your aunts and cousins. You were part of the Spellman family and your aunts decided that after your travels you should spend some more time with your family again.
They were proud of you for serving the Dark Lord in such a worldly manner, but they still missed you. It was tough to contact anyone while being abroad. Even your magic couldn’t help you in some of the places you visited, but you’ve had such a great time that it didn’t really bother you.
While your aunts truly believed in your powers and knowledge, they couldn’t help but to worry. They needed to see you up and well, so for the next few years you would continue your studies in Greendale and at the Academy of Unseen Arts. That way they could have you nearby and look over you. It was nice to know that your family cared, so you happily obliged. You had your whole life to see more places anyways.
Something your aunts never really understood was that you didn’t want to rely on your magic all the time which is why you didn’t just send your boxes to your room with a spell, but carried them in.
Unfortunately, neither your aunts nor your cousin, Ambrose, were at the house when you arrived to help you and Sabrina was studying with someone from the Academy which you didn’t want to interrupt.
Currently you were balancing three boxes stacked on top of each other in your arms. You couldn’t really see anything apart from the box in front of your face, so you stumbled forward blindly.
“Let me help you with that,” you heard before two of the boxes were lifted from your arms and you could see a boy standing in front of you who was eyeing you with a smirk.
“Thank you! I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“Yes, Sabrina told me about you. I’m Nicholas Scratch, but you can call me Nick. Where do you want these boxes?”
“Oh, yes, follow me!”
You led Nicholas to your room starting up a conversation again.
“So, Sabrina told you about me? What did she say?”
“Just that she couldn’t wait for you to live here and how much she admires you. She did miss to tell me about your beauty though.”
You chuckled at his comment, but thanked him for the compliment.
Finally in your room you put down the box next to the others and Nick followed your movement.
“Is there anymore I can help you with?”
“There are just two boxes left downstairs. I can get them myself,” you explained before you thanked him for his help, but he insisted to get them for you.
You accepted his help and thanked him again. When he was out of your room you decided to change into some clean clothes, since the ones you were wearing were drenched in sweat from the move.
You took your shirt off and carelessly threw it to the ground, before looking through your boxes to find a new shirt.
You cursed at yourself when you couldn’t find the box with your shirts since you didn’t bother to label them. It was bad planning on your part.
Your head was practically buried in one of the boxes, when you heard someone clear his throat behind you. Turning towards the noise you were facing Nick, whom you just met, while in your bra.
“Why are you naked?” He asked you, a smug look on his face.
“Technically I am not naked. I’m still wearing shorts and a bra, so that’s that. I can’t find my shirts is all.” You explained to him. “Why are you staring at my boobs though?”
“They look nice.” He shrugged, before he took of his jacket and handed it to you. “You can wear this for now. I can help you look for another shirt.”
He already started looking through your boxes when you pulled on his jacket. It was soft and smelt really nice which you didn’t quite expect.
“Thanks, but isn’t Sabrina going to wonder where you are?”
“I don’t think so. I was about to leave when I saw you struggling with the boxes.”
“Oh.”
 After a few minutes you finally found the right box and gave Nick his jacket back, before putting the shirt on.
You offered to take him out for a coffee to thank him for his help which he accepted.
At Cerberus Books you both sat down, drank coffee and talked until the store closed. It was the start of something quite unique and beautiful.
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jae-is-confused · 2 years
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Who I Write For
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!!No longer writing for MCYTS!!
Platonic Only-💙
Movies/TV Series:↴
Stranger Things:
Steve Harrington
Jonathan Byers
Nancy Wheeler
Eddie Munson
Billy Hargrove
Will Byers
Mike Wheeler
Lucas Sinclaire
Eleven/Jane Hopper
Dustin Henderson
Max Mayfeild
Jim Hopper[💙]
Joyce Byers[💙]
Shameless:
Ian Gallagher
Mickey Milkovich
Carl Gallagher
Jimmy Lishman
Fiona Gallagher
Lip Gallagher
Mandy Milkovich
That 90s Show:
Jay Kelso
Nate Runck
Gwen Runck
Ozzie
Nikki
Leia Forman
Eric Forman
IT:
Mike
Eddie
Bill
Richie
Ben
Beverly
Eddie
Stanly
Enola Holmes:
Enola Holmes
Sherlock Holmes[💙]
Tewkesbury
Ginny and Georgia:
Marcus
Hunter
Ginny
Abby
Nora
Maxine[💙]
Georgia[💙]
Joe[💙]
Austin[💙]
Wednesday:
Wednesday Addams
Enid Sinclair
Tyler Galpin
Xavier Thorpe
Ajax Petropolus
Bianca Barclay
Ghost Busters: Afterlife:
Pheobe Spengler[💙]
Trevor Spengler
Podcast[💙]
The Gold Finch:
Boris Pavlikovsky
Theodore Decker
Harry Potter:
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
Hermoine Granger
Cedric Diggory
Young!Remus Lupin
Young!James Potter
Young!Severus Snape
Young!Sirius Black
Spider-Man:
Peter Parker(Tom & Andrew)
MJ
Gwen
Ned[💙]
Flash
Maze Runner:
Newt
Thomas
Minho
Gally
Teresa
To All The Boys I've Loved Before:
Josh
Lara Jean
Peter Kavinsky
Lucas
Christine
Gen
John Ambrose
Riverdale:
Jughead
Archie
Betty
Cheryl
Reggie
Kevin
Fangs
Sweet Pea
Veronica
FP Jones[💙]
The Umbrella Academy:
Five
Luther
Allison
Diego
Viktor
Ben
Klaus
The Kissing Booth:
Lee Fylnn
Noah Flynn
Elle Evans
Free Rein:
Pin Hawthorne
Marcus
Gaby
Zoe
The Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina:
Harvey Kinkle
Theo Putnam
Ambrose Spellman
Rosalind Walker
Sabrina Spellman
Nicholas Scratch
Robin Goodfellow
Locke & Key:
Gabe
Tyler Locke
Kinsey Locke
Bode Locke[💙]
Scot
Love, Victor:
Victor
Benji
Felix
Lake
Andrew
Lucy
Pilar
Rahim
Heartstopper:
Nick Nelson
Charlie Spring
Tao Xu
Elle
Imogen
Isaac[💙]
Tara[💙]
Darcy[💙]
Shazam:
Freddy Freeman
Billy Batson
Avatar: The Way Of Water:
Jake Sully
Neteyam Sully
Lo'ak Sully
Kiri Sully
Spider
Tsireya
Tuktirey[💙]
Animated Shows:↴
The Owl House:
Hunter
Edric
Emira
Amity[💙]
Luz
Gus
Willow
Raine
Eda
Avatar:
Aang
Sokka
Zuko
Katara
Toph[💙]
Azula
Ty Lee
Mai
She-Ra:
Adora
Glimer
Bow
Catra
The Dragon Prince:
Callum
Rayla
Ezran[💙]
Claudia
Sorren
Runaan
Maya
Aaravos
Ninjago:
Kai
Jay
Cole
Lloyd
Zane
Nya
Master Wu[💙]
How To Train Your Dragon:
Hiccup
Astrid
Heather
Dagur
Ruffnut
Tuffnut
Fishlegs[💙]
Snotlout
Gravity Falls:
Dipper
Mabel
Grunkle Stan[💙]
Soos[💙]
Robbie
Wendy
Star vs. The Forces Of Evil:
Marco Diaz
Star Butterfly
Tom Lucitor
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jadegreywriting · 4 years
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Jade Grey’s Masterlist
Updated as of  05/15/2022
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Nsfw/Smut = *
Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
The Dark Lord; 
-An Unwilling Queen *
Part 1 *
Part 2 *
Part 3 *
-Only for You *
-Don’t Mess with what is Mine 
- A Day Away 
- A Scoundrel in Our Midst
Caliban;
-Fuck You. As you Wish *
-It’s your Voodoo working*
Nicholas Scratch;
- No Interuptus Coitus *
- The Hideaway *
- A Change in Roles (Headcanon) *
Mayans MC (FX); 
Angel Reyes: 
-Sweater Weather * 
EZ Reyes:
-Dime mi Amor *
Hank Loza:
- Gentle Giant*
Roswell New Mexico (CW):
Max Evans;
-Bright Eyes (Max/Liz pairing)
Star Wars;
Kylo Ren;
-Stolen*
Reylo (Rey x Kylo Ren):
-Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood
Stranger Things;
Jonathan Byers;
-Pictures of You *
Steve Harrington; 
-Did you just Bite your Lip?* 
-Netflix and Chill (Headcanon)*
Haven (SYFY);
Duke Crocker; 
-Shelter from the Storm *
True Blood: 
Eric Northman;
-Daddy’s Home *
- Who is this? I like Her.
-I Wasn’t Expecting That
-I Wasn’t Expecting That (Part 2)
-Moral of the Story
-Unexpected
-Snow Covered Dream *
The Witcher (Netflix):
Geralt of Rivia;
-Toss a Coin to your Witcher’s Thighs *
The Folk of Air:
Cardan Greenbriar/Jude Duarte:
- My King. My Queen.
Heathers:
Jason Dean (JD):
-Jason Dean (JD) x Reader (Untitled) *
Riverdale;
Hiram Lodge;
-Respect *
The Kissing Booth:
Noah Flynn:
-Noah x Reader (Untitled) *
Part 1 *
Part 2 *
-Into the Night
Defending Jacob:
Andy Barber:
-Trouble*
Knives Out:
Ransom Drysdale: 
-I Can’t Get No...*
Marvel Cinematic Universe;
Steve Rogers Series:
Roll Me, Like your Flour Dough *
Loki Odinson: 
-Mind Games *
Thor Odinson:
- A Simple Touch, Nothing More *
Bucky Barnes:
-I Need You *
Tony Stark:
- Morning Beautiful
Matt Murdock/ Daredevil
- Daredevil Oneshot (Untitled) *
Supernatural Universe 
Dean Winchester;
- Love on the Road *
Sam Winchester; 
Turn the Page; Supernatural and Gilmore Girls AU
- Chapter One 
- Chapter Two 
-Chapter Three
- Chapter Four 
Celebrities
Tom Hiddleston 
- The Sound of your Voice 
Henry Cavill
-Merry Christmas Baby
-Achey Thighs*
Sebastian Stan
-You just don’t Realize how Much I Love You
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unseemingowl · 4 years
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Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
Pairing: Nicholas Scratch/Sabrina Spellman, other minor/background pairings
Rating: Explicit 
Additional Tags: BDSM, All aboard the smut train, Sex with feelings, Oral Sex, Orgasm Control, Blindfolds, Whipping, Painplay, Bisexual Male Character,  Sabrina is the top, Non-specific timeline, But written to take place in the future 
The tags are there for a reason you guys. 
Summary: 
Sabrina had no love for the whip or the belt or the cane that Nick had used to enjoy so much, but restraints... That was another matter entirely.
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Nothing Like Him (Nick Scratch x reader)
Request: May i get a oneshot? Where you were dating Harvey’s twin brother but he left you cause he was using you and so when she went to the school with Sabrina (cause she’s Sabrina’s fraternal twin) she met Nick and they hit it off. Then bypass a few days and it’s the one with the Red angel of death. So she goes with Nick to protect Harvey and his twin brother. The brother gets angry and tries to get her back but she’s with Nick. If you can’t then it’s fine... -@princess-of-the-fandoms
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"David? What do you mean?" You looked at your boyfriend, hurt flashing through your eyes.
"I can't do this anymore, I don't... I don't love you."
Your mouth opened to respond, but you closed it again. You felt tears start to burn at your eyes and you looked away.
"You... I-I thought we..."
"I thought I loved you, but I don't."
"But--"
"Can you just leave? I'm sorry, but I... just leave."
You shook your head, wiping the tears starting to roll down your cheeks.
"I can't believe you." You grabbed your jacket and stomped towards the door, slamming it with all your might. It wasn't long before Harvey came rushing into the living room, catching sight of his brother, running his hands down his face.
"What did you do?"
David looked up at his twin, shaking his head.
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"He said what?!"
You sighed as you told your sister what had happened. "He told me he never loved me."
"How can he just say that? What an--"
"It's fine, 'Brina. I'm glad it's over. If that's how he felt, I don't want to be with him anyway."
Sabrina pouted, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine," you said, wiping your cheeks. "I'll be okay." You offered her a small smile and she stood up, walking towards your bedroom door.
"On the bright side, are you excited to start at the academy tomorrow?"
You genuinely smiled at this. "Yeah, beyond excited."
"Good," Sabrina smiled. "I think you're gonna like it."
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"How are you liking classes so far?" Sabrina asked as you both sat down at a lunch table.
"I like them a lot. I think I'm really gonna like going to school here. I honestly don't think I'll miss Baxter High at all."
"Because of David?"
You nodded, looking down at your food.
"Spellman, mind if I sit here?"
You looked up, catching sight of a dark-haired warlock with a smirk on his face.
"Go right ahead."
"And who is this?" He offered you a smile as he sat down, which you returned reluctantly. Damn. He was pretty.
"This is my twin sister, Y/N."
"Lovely to meet you, Y/N. My name's Nicholas Scratch. You can call me Nick."
"Nice to meet you, Nick."
"So, how are you enjoying the academy?" You eyed Nick as he started eating, staring at you expectantly.
"I'm enjoying it quite a lot. Especially now." You smirked and started eating, ignoring your sister's look of shock from beside you.
"I'm glad. Hopefully, we'll be seeing more of each other."
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"All three of them?"
You laughed as Nick nodded, smiling at you. You were currently standing outside, talking and laughing with Nick as you waited for your next class. A while had passed since you entered the academy, and you and Nick had grown close
"Wow, you really are a warlock-slut, Nickie."
"Don't call me that," he warned
"What? A warlock-slut? Or Nickie?"
"Yes, I hate that."
"You hate being called Nickie?"
"That's what I just said."
"Well, then it looks like I found my new nickname for you."
He smirked, shaking his head at you.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Spellman."
"What are you gonna do? Curse me?"
"I can think of a few other things I'd like to do to you."
You raised your eyebrows, letting out a laugh.
"Is that so?" You suddenly realized how close he was to you and you smirked. "What are you gonna do, Nickie?"
He closed the distance and suddenly his lips were on yours. You responded instantly, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. He pulled away much too soon, smiling at you and biting his lip.
"Be my girlfriend?"
"Sure, Nickie."
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"Y/N! Nick!" You and Nick had been on your way to the academy when Sabrina caught up to you. "I need you guys to go to Harvey's house. Make sure he's okay. He's not at Baxter High."
"But, Sabrina, I can't... David--"
"Y/N, I need you to do this for me. Please."
You looked at Nick, who was glancing at you, waiting for you to answer.
"Okay," you said, and Sabrina sighed in relief. "Okay, I'll do it. Now get back to the high school, we got this."
It wasn't long before you were standing on the Kinkle's porch and you hesitantly knocked on the door. Thankfully, Harvey answered, and you weren't face-to-face with David.
"Y/N? What are you doing here? Who's this?"
"This is Nick. We're here to make sure you don't get murdered by a bunch of undead witches." You pushed past him, walking into his living room.
"Wait, what--"
"Where is the rest of your family?"
"My dad is on the storm cellar, David is--"
"Y/N?" You let out a shaky breath, turning to face your ex-boyfriend.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to protect Harvey."
David took a step towards you, and you instinctively took a step back. You felt Nick walking towards you two, but you held up your hand, telling him to stop.
"Y/N, can we talk? I--"
"No. David we can't talk. I'm here for Sabrina, to make sure Harvey is safe. I'm not here for you."
"But, Y/N--"
"I said no, David." Suddenly, he was there, right in front of you, and his hand wrapped around your wrist. "David, let go of me." He only held on tighter, and you could feel your flesh starting to bruise from his grip.
"Not until you listen, I need to--"
Suddenly, the pressure was gone, and David was thrown against the wall. You turned your head and saw Nick standing there, staring at David with the utmost concentration.
"She told you to leave her alone. I suggest you listen."
"Nick, let's just put a protection spell on the house and go." Nick sent David one last look of pure hate, before turning to you, nodding.
Sabrina had sent the thirteen witches to hell and Greendale was all back in order. Nick was walking you back to your house, and both of you were silent. That is, until Nick decided to bring up what had happened.
"You never told me about him."
You looked at him, nodding your head.
"David? Yeah, I didn't. I didn't want to. He was terrible to me. I didn't even realize it until he broke up with me, and once he did, I saw everything he was, everything he did to me. He used me, Nick. And then once he was done, he tossed me out like the trash."
"I'm sorry. He never deserved you." There was a silence. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine. He's out of my life. Hopefully, I never have to see him again."
"I'll make sure you don't."
"Hey," you warned, "No killing."
"I didn't say I was gonna kill him."
"I think you scared him enough tonight."
"That's true." There was another silence as you neared your front door. You stopped turning to face him before you went inside. "Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
"I just want you to know... you should know... I would never--"
"I know. You're nothing like David. You're kind, and thoughtful, and intelligent. That's why I love you." Your eyebrows shot up as the words left your mouth, not expecting to say that.
"You love me, eh?" You opened your mouth to speak but Nick cut you off. "Don't worry, Y/N. I love you too."
He left you with a sweet kiss on your lips, and when you opened your eyes, he was gone. You turned around, heading back inside with a smile on your lips.
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the-walking-daryl · 4 years
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Oneshots
THE WALKING DEAD
Daryl Dixon
Rick Grimes
Negan
Carl Grimes
Siddiq
STRANGER THINGS
Billy Hargrove
Steve Harrington
CAOS
Nicholas Scratch
NARNIA
Prince Caspian
Peter Pevensie
Edmund Pevensie
POTC
Will Turner
Jack Sparrow
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queervibesmydude · 4 years
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lovetalkhendery · 5 years
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus | Oneshot
christmas au— tooth-ache inducing fluff
wordcount— 4,479
pairing— kim seokjin x single parent!reader
a/n: this oneshot is part of a collaboration with @chimchimsauce for her 12 Days of Christmas advent! 
Motherhood was one of the best things to have ever happened to you. Your daughter was the light of your life; your reason to keep going every morning. When you found out you were pregnant with Daeun, you had expected her father to stay. You two were young, dumb and supposedly madly in love. But the moment you broke the news to your ex, he split and was never heard from again. It was hard raising Daeun on your own, especially in a society that stigmatized single parents, but you did it all for her. Daeun truly was the light at the end of your tunnel. She reminded you of yourself— instead of watching YouTube on a sparkly new iPad like all the other girl and boys her age, Daeun found enjoyment in playing with your old toy kitchen playset. While other children wore brand new clothes toting this year’s most popular superhero or princess, Daeun learned the concept of ‘vintage’, which was code for hand-me-downs. Your daughter never cared that money was tight, which meant that she couldn’t always get what she wanted, because her heart was always set on one irreplaceable thing that money could never buy— that missing puzzle piece in her small family of two.
Today, Daeun had decided to wear rainbow leggings, a brown skirt— despite it being the middle of winter— and a fuzzy pink sweater. Her sense of style was honest to god horrible, reminding you of your college buddy’s obsession with mismatched Gucci pieces that were both gaudy, yet somehow tasteful. Smiling to yourself, you scrolled through your phone waiting to pass the time while Daeun scuttled about at her toy kitchen. And just like clockwork, as soon as your digital clock hit noon, there was a knock at your door and your daughter rushed to answer. “Daeun,” you shouted from the sofa, grabbing her attention, “What do you say when there’s a stranger at the door?” She gave you a puzzled look, a tiny smile plastered on her cherubic face. “But it’s just Jin, mama, and he’s your best friend!” A muffled giggle, which belonged to none other than Kim Seokjin, wafted through the door. “Who is it?” Daeun’s tiny, unassertive voice inquired. A low, baritone voice replied curtly, “Min Yoongi.”
Wide-eyed with fear, Daeun glanced at you over her shoulder. She did not know this person named Min Yoongi, who, in reality, was just Jin pretending to be his grumpy coworker. Seokjin’s prank had clearly caught her off guard because she looked like she was about to burst into tears. Seokjin could sense her discomfort from the other side of the wooden barrier and he was quick to rectify his mistake, “Daeun, it’s just me. It was a joke, I’m sorry!” The girl was beside herself with both fear and anxiety— two feelings both so new to her at the ripe young age of six. She was scared that there really was a strange man at the door, and worried because she had almost let him in. “Oh honey,” you cooed, pushing off the sofa and scooping your daughter into your arms. “It’s okay, don’t cry.” With one hand, you skillfully unlocked and opened the door, waving Jin into your abode. “See? It’s just Jin!” Daeun’s tearful frown morphed into a bright smile when she saw the blonde man before her. She wiggled out of your hold, muttering something about ‘not being a baby anymore’, and clung onto Jin’s legs, effectively trapping him in the doorway, slushy winter boots and all.
It was endearing to see your daughter so comfortable with another man. In fact, besides your dad, Kim Seokjin was the closest thing Daeun had to a father figure in her life. She loved him— always telling you she wanted to marry Jin when she got older. And Seokjin, being the kind-hearted man that he was, would play along with her childish daydreams. Unbeknownst to Daeun, both you and Jin had decided to not disclose your romantic relationship to your then four-year-old daughter, due to not wanting her to get too attached. It was for the best, although hiding a big part of yourselves from your daughter was painful. There were moments when you both believed Daeun noticed the stray caresses or longing looks shared between the two of you, but in her childlike wonder, she continued to call Jin your ‘best friend’. The fact that she was so comfortable around Seokjin made your nervous; how would she respond when you decided to disclose your relationship with him? Would she be hurt that it had been kept a secret? Or thrilled at the aspect of her mom having a boyfriend?
“Daeunie, I thought you were mad at me,” Jin said as he removed his winter gear. He jokingly wrapped his scarf around the small girl’s head, covering her like a mummy. “No!” Daeun fumbled with the woolen fabric until she had made a small face hole for herself, “I just thought you were a bad guy and I was scared that- that mama would be mad for letting him in…” Now free of the confining garb, Seokjin kneeled down to level himself with your daughter. “Daeunie, sweetie,” he began, “You are a very smart girl, someone who’s brave and fearless. I just surprised you by playing a mean prank, and I’m sorry.” The blonde smoothed your daughter’s hair down and pressed his cheek to her head affectionately. “Forgive me,” Jin said, his plush lips peeling into a sorry smile. “Pretty please?” Daeun pulled back from Seokjin’s warm embrace, giving the man a skeptical look. “Hmmm,” the master manipulator feigned disinterest, causing Jin to fluster considerably. “I’ll give you three piggyback rides!” Daeun remained stone-faced. “I’ll convince your mother to give you ice cream for dinner!”
“Seokjin,” you warned, eyes pointedly glaring at him.
“Okay, maybe not,” he replied with a sheepish grin. Suddenly, Daeun clapped her hands together as she hopped up and down, “A makeover!” Jin acquiesced quickly, seemingly under the presumption that he would be giving the makeover. The young girl ran off towards your bedroom in search of beauty items, granting you and your boyfriend a few scant minutes alone. “So,” you muse, striding over and wrapping yourself around his broad chest. “When is Santa going to pay us a visit?” Seokjin had agreed to play ‘Santa’ for Daeun this year, due to her growing skepticism about the mythical Saint Nicholas. He hummed contemplatively, probably formulating one of his dirty dad jokes. “Depends, have you been naughty?” Jin’s hand began to wander down your sides, before settling on your hips, his lithe fingers trailing just under the waist of your pants. Soft, supple lips enveloped yours in a passionate kiss—tongue and all— despite the fact that your six-year-old daughter was one room away. “Or nice,” he added somewhat breathlessly, palming the flesh of your bottom. You jerk away, trying your best not to laugh at his lascivious joke.
Jin continued the barrage of crude humor, “I know Santa’s got a big package just for you, Y/N.” You scoff at his poor attempt at comedy, “Oh God Jin, that was so cheesy.” Despite your nonchalant dismissal of his jokes, you both knew his puns were secretly your guilty pleasure. “C’mon, baby. I know Saint Nick’s got three ho’s, but you’re the only one I want to ride on my sleigh.” He broke into his characteristic windshield-wiper laughter, curling over himself as he slapped his knee. You joined him in his merriment, laughing so hard tears begin to form in the junctions of your eyes. Your daughter returned with arms full of makeup and hair products, bewilderment evident on her face. “What are you laughing at?” The two of you regained your composure before Seokjin sat down on a nearby ottoman. “Wanna hear the funny joke I told your mom?” You shudder, knowing his child-friendly jokes are even more cringe-inducing than his naughty ones. Daeun settles herself at Jin’s feet, looking up at him with her big doe eyes. The blonde clears his throat dramatically, “What happens if you eat too many Christmas decorations?”
“Uhhh,” Daeun scratches her head, then relents. “I dunno.”
“You get tinsel-itis!” Cue his maniacal laughing and Daeun’s bubbling giggle. Once their laughter quelled, your daughter remembers her initial purpose for her trip to your bedroom, and she gathers the items she dropped on the floor. “Jinnie, come here,” Daeun waves at the man blushing due to his bestowed nickname. He obliges and sits cross-legged before the six-year-old, ready to begin her makeover. Seokjin’s taken aback when she twists the tube of bright red lipstick and shoddily applies it to his lips. “Wha-”
Daeun interrupts him with a shush. “No talking during your makeover!” You shook your head, pleasantly surprised that your daughter could be so cunning. Jin, on the other hand looks like he’s about to pass out, his ‘beautiful skin’ being tarnished by the grubby hands of Daeun. And yet, he stays and lets her apply makeup haphazardly without a single complaint. Daeun truly did have Kim Seokjin wrapped around her tiny pinky finger.
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Clad in matching a-line plaid red dresses, you and Daeun looked like the dictionary definition of ‘Family Holiday Card’. She wore white stockings and red mary janes, while you settled on simple black heels and candy cane earrings. Although you both had dressed up, something which Daeun loved to do, you could tell she was feeling perturbed. Usually, she was rambunctious like any other child her age, but today she was on the quieter side— more sullen and reserved than usual. Sitting you daughter on your lap, you begin to broach the subject carefully. “Daeun, baby… What’s bothering you?” She looked away, stubbornly refusing to answer. Unfortunately, her hard-headedness was one traits she inherited from your ex. “Nothing,” she pouted as she looked at her dangling legs. “Daeun, look at me,” you asserted, grabbing her attention immediately. The small girl looked at you, tears brimming in her eyes as she hiccuped her confession. “Mama… They’re so mean.”
“Who? Who is mean, sweetheart?”
“My classmates,” she explained between choked sobs, wet spots staining the crimson of her fancy dress. “They- They said Santa wasn’t real and they made fun of me for being a baby!” Your heart clenched for your daughter’s shattered innocence, but you knew this time would come soon enough— but not on the same day that Daeun was supposed to meet ‘Santa’. Wrapping your arms around her small frame, you cuddled her into your chest in an attempt to soothe her. “Daeun, just because they can’t see Santa doesn’t mean he’s not real,” you insist in an attempt to preserve her innocence. “In fact, I think he may be paying you a visit today to ask what you want for Christmas!” The pure, unfiltered joy that returned to your daughter’s eyes was indescribable; Daeun was mature in a sense— she valued the little things in life, even more so than most people your own age.
“Is he really coming, mama?”
You nodded with a wide grin, “I promise! Mr. Santa heard you were a very good girl this year.”
Daeun responded with a small gasp, tiny hands covering her mouth in shock. “And I can ask for anything?” Again, you nodded in agreement. The past few years, Daeun only asked for one or two things, but this year Seokjin agreed to help with funds for a bigger, better Christmas gift for your daughter. You knew she had been eyeing the latest Hatchimal that most of her friends had, and you’d do everything in your power to give her the one thing that she wanted. “But no pets, okay Daeunie? I already told Santa that our apartment doesn’t allow pets!” She let out a soft ‘aw’ in defeat before jumping off your lap and grabbing a cookie off a nearby plate. Just as she was going for a second, the front door creaked open followed by a ridiculously handsome Santa Claus walking in. Due to forgoing the potbelly, Jin looked like a younger version of Kris Kringle— if he were a model.
“Ho Ho Ho! Merry Christmas, Miss Daeun!” Said girl sprinted towards the man in red, eyes wide with excitement. “Santa! You’re real!” Seokjin, in his most believable rendition of a Santa voice, chuckled, “Of course I am, I came to visit a very special girl today.” Your daughter tugged Santa towards the plate of cookies she had laid out for him, “I made you sugar cookies with lots of sprinkles!” Seokjin grabbed a cookie and bit into it, overacting every single mannerism, although Daeun seemed to not notice. After settling into the nearby armchair, ‘Santa’ patted his lap signaling Daeun to sit. “Miss Daeun, someone told me that you were a really good girl this year! All A’s in every subject?” She nodded with a proud smile, her cheeks flushed from the praise. “Yup! Mama says I’m a smart girl!”
“Well then, I certainly think you earned the right to anything you want this Christmas, Daeun,” ‘Santa’ said as he patted her shoulder. Your daughter sat contemplatively on your boyfriend’s knee, her eyes following something unseen. “I want- Well- It’s a secret, okay Santa?” Jin nodded, the fluffy white beard bouncing as he did so. Daeun leaned into him, her hand cupping around his ear so as to hide her words. You studied Jin’s expression, gauging his reaction. Much to your surprise, his eyes widened into saucers almost as large as the wire-framed glasses he wore. “O-Oh, Daeun, that’s a lot to ask for,” Seokjin stuttered as he gawked at you. He recovered quickly, though, continuing with more positivity, “But I’ll do anything to make sure your wish comes true.” It was as if Jin was speaking to Daeun as himself rather than ‘Santa’, which made your heart melt. The young girl cheered giddily, wrapping her arms around the suited man. You took a photo, capturing the tender moment on film— it was times like these where you felt the overwhelming love you had for both your daughter and Kim Seokjin.  
“Well, Miss Daeun,” Jin exclaimed, rubbing his back mockingly. “This old man has to go see other good little boys and girls.” Your daughter gave the jolly man in red one last hug before sprinting off to her room, most likely to play with her dolls before bedtime. Making sure the coast was clear, Seokjin removed his beard, wig and hat, sighing at his release from the torturous devices. Silently, he pulled you into his torso, breath ghosting on the crown of your head.
“Thank you for doing this,” you murmur against his chest, the sinewy pectoral muscles softened by the fake white trim of Santa’s coat. “I know it’s not easy dating someone with a child.” Seokjin inhaled sharply, a hand coming to card through his hair. “About that,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “She- She told me what she wanted for Christmas and I don’t know if I can fulfill her wish…” You peer up at the blonde man before you and study his face; his eyes were searching somewhere far beyond you— as if he were looking a thousand miles away. “She said,” he began, choking on his words once more, “She said she wanted a dad.”
“A dad?” You repeated, simultaneously perplexed and awestruck. Your sweet, darling Daeun had never once mentioned such a sentiment. Any other single parent might feel a numbing inadequacy that their single-parent household was not enough for their child, but you— you felt happy. Perhaps this was your daughter’s way of telling you she had accepted Seokjin and was comfortable enough with him being a permanent presence in her life. After mulling this fact over for a few seconds, you glanced back up at your boyfriend, only to see his rich brown eyes brimming with tears. “It’s time we tell her,” he sighed, a smile peeling at the corner of his lips. “Daeun should know her mom has found someone that can make her Christmas wish come true.” The Santa hat he once held now lay in a pool of discarded items, as you two engaged in a kiss full of passion and promise; a promise of love, a promise of a happy family. As you and Seokjin stood entwined in one another’s embrace, your daughter peeked her head into the living room, excited to show you her styled doll, only to see someone who looks vaguely like Santa Claus kissing you, her mother.
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“Smile,” the waiter exclaimed as the flash of Jin’s cell phone nearly blinded the three of you. Daeun blinked, scrunching her nose in discomfort. Seokjin sighed dramatically as he looked at the picture, his hands ruffling his hair. “Aigoo, I look so old! Is that a wrinkle on my forehead? Y/N, we need to retake it.” The blonde raised his hand, ready to flag down another server, but you stopped him. “Jin, you look way younger than 27. Plus, the restaurant is swamped tonight, so please just let it go.” Framing his face with a thumb and index finger, Jin cockily wiggled an eyebrow. “Do you promise I’m the most handsome man in the world?” You knew the man was just fishing for compliments, but nevertheless, Seokjin’s cheekiness never ceased to amaze you. “I hope you go bald, Kim Seokjin.”
While Jin sulked over your joke, Daeun busied herself by doodling in a sketchpad. You recognized yourself— partially due to the red and white triangle dress somewhat resembling your own. Next to you was a smaller stick figure, presumably Daeun herself. There was one last stick person: a bald man with crude red bowtie. Gesturing at the unfamiliar figure, you ask your daughter who she supposedly drew. “Who’s this, honey?” Daeun scoffed as if it was obvious who the mystery person was and points her red crayon across the table, “mama, it’s Jinnie of course. Look at his bow!”
Seokjin leaned across the table, handing your daughter a paraffin stick titled ‘unmellow yellow’. “But why didn’t you use this color for my hair?” Daeun tilts her head innocently, eyes wide with confusion. “Mom said you were gonna be bald…” You nearly choke on your water as you try to stifle the laughter that threatened to ruin the ambiance of your dinner. Seokjin looked dumbfounded, and you were sure the man was about to give himself a heart attack. Patting your daughter on the back, you praised her work and gently steered the conversation away from Seokjin’s impending baldness towards a more serious topic.
“Daeunie,” you said, rubbing your hand over the expanse of her back. “Jin and I have something very important to tell you, okay? Please put your crayons down and listen to us, and then you can go back to drawing.” She nodded, giving both of you her undivided attention. “First, honey, I want you to know that if anything we say makes you upset, then let us know and we’ll stop,” you inhaled sharply, making eye contact with Seokjin, who nodded in encouragement, before continuing, “You know it’s always been just us two for the longest time, and I couldn’t ask for anything more. Having you was the greatest thing to ever happen to me, and I’m glad you’re my little girl.” You planted a kiss on Daeun’s cheek, which she happily accepted. “But mama’s been hiding a really big secret from you, and she wants you to know tonight because it’s a special day.”
Your daughter flashed a toothy grin, “Because it’s almost Christmas!”
“You’re right, sweetie. Because it’s Christmas Eve.” Reaching across the table, you laced your fingers with Seokjin’s— displaying a subtle, yet succinct level of intimacy. “I wanted to tell you that Jin and I are a bit more than ‘best friends’. Actually, we like each other very, very much. We’ve liked each other for a very long time, and he makes me happy.” Seokjin continued where you left off, and his hand trembling slightly as he addressed your daughter. “I like your mom a lot, Daeun. She’s a very special woman, and I want to be in her life— and your life— for a long time. I know that initially, you may not feel comfortable with me being around all the time, and that’s okay. I will do whatever it takes for you to feel secure. Your happiness matters to me too, because I’ve always thought of you as a… daughter,” the last few words catch in Jin’s throat. What he said clearly impacted him because his eyes were brimming with unshed tears. He feared rejection— not just by others, but by the most important person in your life. The last thing Kim Seokjin wanted was to encroach on Daeun’s comfortable, stable life with you.
Daeun was reactionless. It worried you slightly, but, in all honesty, no reaction was better than a tantrum. After a heavy bought of silence, it appeared that Daeun had finally processed the bombshell you’d dropped on her. A pair of unsure eyes stared at you apprehensively, “So… does that mean I have a daddy now?” You released Seokjin’s hand to instead cup your daughter’s face, brushing down any fly-away hairs. “He doesn’t have to be if you don’t want him to. I know this is a lot for you to process, and we’re not expecting an answer from you right this minute.”
Suddenly, your daughter’s bottom lip puckered, followed by the sound of a soft whimper. Trying to prevent her from crying, Seokjin reached across the table and offered his hand. “Why don’t we talk about this outside?” Although she initially looked surprised, Daeun reluctantly agreed, before attempting to zip her coat up to no avail. Once again displaying the utmost patience, Jin knelt down to help with the zipper. Once the two found themselves in the crisp, winter air, Daeun immediately scooped up a measly amount of snow and chucked it at Jin. “Hey, that was rude. Just bec-”
“Mama belongs to Santa!” Daeun crossed her arms over her chest, angered, yet somehow still adorable. “I saw her giving him a kiss! So that means she doesn’t like you. Please don’t lie to me…” Combing through his hair, Seokjin tried to conjure a reasonable explanation for the actions your daughter had witnessed. Fat tears rolled down Daeun’s cheeks, threatening to freeze her eyelashes. “I ju-just want a dad to take me to d-daddy daughter dan-dances,” she hiccuped. “I ge-et made fun of cuz I don’t h-have anyone but m-m-mama.” Seokjin’s heart nearly broke at the sight of your daughter so overcome with emotions over wanting a father figure. He didn’t know if it was too direct, but his instincts had him scooping Daeun into his arms. He stroked her hair, effectively soothing her sobs into small sniffles. “Daeun, I’m sorry if we made you think that we lied to you, but your mother and I really do love each other. I was the one who actually dressed up as Santa,” Jin explained. He felt bad for ruining the illusion of jolly Saint. Nick, but assuaging Daeun’s worries were more important. “Santa was supposed to come, but he got sick, and we didn’t want you to be sad, so I borrowed his coat and hat!” That explanation seemed to pacify her, and soon she was back to playing with the freshly fallen snow, crafting another snowball from the fresh powder before lobbing it at his legs. “Can we play like this every Christmas, Jinnie?” Seokjin dipped his hand into an unbroken mound of snow and retaliated, missing Daeun by a long-shot. “Of course we can, Daeun. Nothing would make me happier.”
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The years went by, and the three of you continued the same Christmas Eve tradition: go out to eat dinner, followed by Jin and Daeun’s infamous snowball fight. Each year that Daeun grew closer to becoming a young adult, she would ditch more of her old values. Unfortunately, that meant Santa was no longer of importance to Daeun. Her affinity for vintage clothes changed to favor of more stylish apparel, and asking for Barbie dolls soon became asking for a cellphone. Because of her transition into early-adulthood, both you and Seokjin worried that Daeun would outgrow the childish tradition in favor of hanging out with her pre-teen friends. But every year, she would have to practically drag Jin outside to play, stating that ‘the cold will keep his face firm’.
This year, Daeun had hinted that she had a special gift for your fiancé, although she never gave you more than a few vague clues. As your small, unconventional family huddled around the Christmas tree, you noticed Daeun nervously fiddling with a red envelope in her lap— as the number of gifts slowly dwindled, the more fidgety she became. Finally, after the last present had been distributed, Daeun stood and cleared her throat. “This last gift is for you, Jin. I know you promised to grant me this wish 8 years ago, but I think it’s only right for me to be the one to let you know that I’m ready.” She handed Seokjin the envelope, and both you and your daughter studied his reaction as he opened it carefully.
“Dear Jin,
Thank you for being there for my mom when no one else was. You treat her so well, and I am grateful for that. When I think of ‘true love’ I think of the relationship you two share, and I want to find the same type of romance when I grow older (also, don’t worry, I won’t date until I’m at least a sophomore in high school). I’d also like to thank you for being there for me. You always supported me in school and in life. I’ll always remember you being patient with people who questioned if you were my biological father whenever you’d take me places, or the times when we dressed up as twins for father-daughter dances. Thank you for taking care of me and showing me that a real father doesn’t need to carry the same DNA, but instead should carry the same overwhelming feeling of love.
Love,
Daeun.”
Jin sniffled, trying his best to suppress the tears that reddened his eyes. You wrapped your arm around Seokjin’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort him, knowing how overwhelming it must have felt to receive such a heartfelt letter. He clutched the note in his hands, scared it would disappear at any moment. Watching as your daughter reached behind her back to procure a long, flat parcel wrapped in festive paper, you felt Jin stiffen. “Open it,” Daeun insisted, placing the packet in his hands. Tentatively peeling away the layers of wrapping paper, Seokjin gasped when he saw the contents of the folder.
Adoption papers.
“Merry Christmas, Dad.”
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The Hideaway
Nick Scratch x Fem!Reader
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A/N: Thanks to @thehappylittlehufflepuff for requesting some quality Nick Scratch fic and for being so patient with me, since I’m such a procrastinator and it seems like my life want slow down for one fucking minute to let me reach my keyboard! Also sorry guys I’m a bit Vanilla, I tried lol.
*NOT MY GIF*
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Prompt: The Reader and Nick have some fun at a hidden club that has an exclusive membership.  
Songs of Inspiration 
Criminal- Fiona Apple 
bad guy - Billie Eilish 
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Nick had been promising something special all day and now was finally the time I got to see exactly what that “something special” was. As we made our way up the steps of a familiar building, I felt my excitement drop just a notch as I noticed the subtle sigils by the door of the seemingly abandoned building which I knew was the front door to Dorian’s.
“Nick.” I said as he pulled open the door and held it open for me. “What exactly is special about Dorian’s? We’ve been here a hundred times you at least a thousand.” I said as I walked through the open door.
“Just wait and see Y/N. Maybe you’ll find that you don’t know Dorian’s as well as you thought you did.” He smiled wickedly, his smile giving nothing away.
I walked down to the balcony at the end of the hall that overlooked the underground club of Dorian’s, seeing the usual witches and warlocks; drinking, dancing and making out. I was still extremely skeptical about Nick’s words about not knowing Dorian’s as well as I think I do. Nick took my hand as he led me down the one of the staircases and down to the bar.
As usual Dorian Grey was standing behind the bar counter wiping down a glass, till it gleamed.  “Hello Nicky. Y/N.” He regarded us both with a small smile. “What can I get you both tonight?”
“We won’t be drinking tonight Dorian.” Nick smiled, before he placed his elbows on the bar counter and leaned in a fraction closer to Dorian. “Sorididum”
I rose my eyebrow at him, but Dorian seemed to understand the hidden meaning in Nick’s phrase perfectly. Dorian looked from Nick to me and smiled, before gesturing a hand towards a hallway in the back of the club.
“Have fun.” Dorian chuckled, before turning his attention back to his glass.
Nick took my hand once again and pulled me past a few people on the edge of the dancefloor towards the hallway that Dorian indicated; no one was down here but at the end of the hallway was a life size portrait of Dorian. It’s how I imagined his other portrait looked before he made his pack with our dark lord. He had that same tousled blonde hair he does now and his immortal good looks, but what caught me was his smile; it held an edge of sensual mischief to it and seemed to only grow more intense as we walked further toward it.
“Nick. What are we doing?” I asked, completely perplexed when we finally reached the end of the hall and were standing face to face with the large portrait of Dorian.
Nick turned to me and gave me a kiss, only to deepen it; his tongue intermingling with mine before he pulled away.
“I promised special. Let’s see if I can deliver.” He said as he placed his fingers as the edge of the painting and slightly pulled. The painting creaked on its hinges as it swung away from the wall, revealing a hidden entrance way. Nick grabbed my hand once more and pulled me towards the newly revealed entrance and to what lay beyond it.
I felt my breath catch in my throat as we walked through this hidden club. It was filled with people from a vast assortment. Some were completely naked with the exception of masks on their faces, others were led by leather clad women by a leather leash keeping them close by. Some were simply sitting down on one of the many red velvet couches getting a lap dance by busty women, there was even women receiving even more intimate actions on the opposite couches by virile young men. I felt a blush creep up my face as I took everything in, but even stranger I felt my center clench as we walked deeper into the club where there were rooms to conceal the more private affairs of its customers. However, those rooms did nothing to contain the screams of pleasure or the moans of ecstasy that was coming from the other side of them.
I tried to take everything in as we walked down the red halls, from every sound of pleasure, to the seemingly endless red hallways. Its walls lined with paintings of people enacting various sexual acts in varying positions that I’ve never seen before. Suddenly, Nick stopped and opened a door at the end of the hall, revealing a grand room with a giant bed covered in red silk sheets in the middle of the room; along with a varying amount of “toys” neatly placed throughout the room.
Nick stood aside while I took in everything, I could feel him watching me, assessing my reactions to a part of himself that he just revealed to me. I could feel my heart beat pick up speed as my excitement at seeing this side of Nick grew. I felt his presence behind me, then felt the soft sweep of his fingers; pushing my hair away from the side of my neck.
“What do you think?” he said placing a soft kiss behind my ear, making my body erupt in shivers. His hands wound around my waist bringing me closer to his hot body; as he buried his nose in my hair.
“It’s interesting. Very interesting.” I said, feeling his smile against my neck, and felt one his hands start to brush up and down my arms, making the goosebumps on my arms a permanent fixture. Suddenly I turned in his arms and he put his hands back on my hips, not breaking contact.
“So, what exactly did you have in mind Mr. Scratch when you brought me to this Den of Iniquity?” I smart mouthed, giving Nick a little smile to let him know that whatever game he was playing that I wanted to be added to the gameboard.
Nick gave me that award winning smile filled with mischief and I felt one his hands slide across the back of my neck and bury itself in my hair, gathering all of it in one hand; his fingers felt soothing as they rubbed small circles in my scalp. “Well if you really must know.” He said before his fingers fisted my hair tighter and brought my head sharply to the side, exposing my neck to him. “I brought you here to do whatever the fuck I wanted to do to you.”
I felt my body erupt in those same shivers only more intense, that reached all the way to my center making me clench deliciously at his promises.
“I brought you here Y/N so I could fuck you.” He paused smiling to himself, then leaned closer to my ear. “And maybe you can even fuck me too.” He whispered before taking my earlobe and sucked; making me gasp hard enough to reach out for him and clutch his chest. “But, that’s all in good time. For now, tonight is a bit of an introduction course to see if you want this as much as I do.” He smiled against my skin.
“Alright.” I smiled and looked over to the massive bed, then to the other “toys”. “What are we doing first?” I asked trying to keep from sounding too eager. 
“Get on the bed.” He growled out, his chocolate eyes growing dark with lust until they looked positively black. 
I did as he commanded backing slowly away from him until I hit the back of the bed and then jumped up, sitting on the plush duvet. Nick slowly sauntered over to me, eye fucking me the entire time, maybe planning out what he’s going to do next, maybe he knows exactly what he’s going to do and is just taking his time to rile me further. 
“Now what? Mr. Scratch.” I said as innocently as I could muster without breaking out into laughter. But Nick wasn’t laughing. 
He caught my chin with his hand, bringing my eyes up to his dark ones. “There’ll be none of that here, sweetness.” He finished with a smile, slowly bringing his lips down to mine, opening my mouth and letting his tongue slowly dance with mine, building me up to the main event. I could feel his hands sliding up my legs, until they reached my center, he fingered at the buttons of my pants before he slowly pulled down the zipper.
He broke our kiss so he could swiftly pull away my jeans. Kissing my stomach lightly before pulling them off all the way and chucking them across the room. “Sit up higher on the bed, sweetness.” He cooed in my ear and I did as I was told; scooting up until I hit the headboard and heard something jingle slightly above me. I looked up and saw a pair of handcuffs.
I let out a small chuckle and looked back to Nick. “Aren’t those a bit basic in the presence of everything else in the room?” I smiled, watching as Nick climbed up the bed and then straddled me, unbuttoning my blouse and helping me out of it, along with my bra.
“I told you love, it’s an introduction course. Don’t worry there’ll be plenty of time to play with the others toys.” He said as he tossed everything else where my jeans were, leaving me only in my underwear.
I smiled again and looked back up at the handcuffs and noticed these weren’t your run of the mill handcuffs on a bedpost. They were on a chain link pulley system almost, like the kind where you can pull up and down. Nick grabbed the bar that linked them together and pulled it down, I heard the tell-tale sign of chain links and felt my excitement grow. 
“Another reason why I started you with these sweetness is because I know how much you love to touch me when we fuck.” He continued as I felt him cuff my first wrist. “How you love to pull my hair.” He said leaning down to kiss me. “Drag your nails down my back as you feel your climax coming as I pound into you…faster…and faster.” He whispered in my ear as he cuffed my other wrist. “But that’s not going to happen tonight Y/N.” He tsked. “No, tonight I’m going to start this introduction course by denying you touch. I’ll be able to touch you wherever…” he paused trailing his fingers up my slit soaking my underwear, and making me groan, arching my back up to meet his touch. “However, I want.”
 "Nick.“ I breathed, pulling on the cuffs, the reflex to bury my hands in his soft dark hair, like a muscle memory. 
Nick smiled, placing his lips against my neck as his fingers continued to softly plunder my center. He trailed his kisses up under my jaw and up to my ear sucking the shell of it lightly. I let out a low moan and suddenly Nick pulled away from me, fingers and all. He got up from the bed and stared at me for a moment, taking in the picture he was seeing. 
“Fuck, baby. You look so fucking good like this, all tied up and willing for me. Do you want me to fuck you now?” He smiled, knowing full well the answer. 
“Yes. Nick please.” I said feeling myself already becoming whiny from the lack of touching him. 
“Okay sweetness. Since you asked so nicely and you’ve been such a good girl, letting me tie you up and play with you for a bit. I’ll fuck you real good.” He said as he slowly undid his shirt and then threw it over with my clothes. I watched intently as he slowly undid his pants; making it a show of it. Before he crawled back onto the bed and straddled me, sitting on his haunches as he slowly pulled off my underwear; and removing the final piece that stood between us. 
“So beautiful.” Nick said as he trailed his fingers down the valley of my breasts, down my stomach and nestled themselves back in my cleft. I let out a heady moan. 
“Nick.” I whined. 
“That’s right baby, I promised I’d fuck you and honestly as much as I want to play with you right now. I also don’t think I can hold myself off from burying myself deep inside you any longer.” He growled as he spread my legs wider and then I felt him thrust inside of me quick and hard. 
We both let out a greedy moan, both craving more of each other. I pulled against my bindings the need to touch unbearable; especially when he was so close to me, but just out of my reach. His arms were planted against my head and his lips crashed to mine as he pummeled himself into me, each thrust becoming harder. 
I pulled on my bindings hard, as I felt one his hands reach between us, and rub my clit; setting me further on fire, making me practically scream. But Nick wasn’t relenting not an inch, his brutal thrusts only seemed to be egged on by my screams of pleasure. 
“Nicky.” I moaned, “I can’t…last for much longer. If you keep that up.” I said breathlessly, feeling my climax build to a peak that I didn’t think I could survive. 
“Hold it sweetness.” He said as he rubbed on my clit harder earning another scream of pleasure from me. 
“Nick!” I screamed. “I can’t…” I moaned out, trying to be good and keep my orgasm at bay. 
Nick pulled his kisses away from my lips and looked into my eyes keeping me captive. “Cum for me, Y/N.” 
Without another moment I felt myself shatter into a million pieces that seemed to be scattered across the room and hidden so well in every corner there would be no way Nick could ever put me back together again. Nick followed immediately after me, shouting my name to what seems like the rooftops, so much so that I envisioned Dorian at the bar smiling. 
Nick slumped against my shoulder, breathing hard into my neck and trailing kisses down it. “You were so good baby. So good.” He breathed. 
“That was amazing Nick.” I breathed, pulling on the cuffs again. “Now uncuff me so I can touch you baby.” 
Nick stopped his kisses and looked back into his eyes, that mischievous lust clouding those chocolate eyes again. He sighed, stroking down my body till he got to where we were still joined. “I’m sorry baby, but you agreed to tonight’s rules and the night is far from over.” He purred and clutched my hips. 
I let out a gasp as he pulled himself out only to turn me completely around until I was face down on the bed. The bar the cuffs could actually turn so he could have me either on my back or on my stomach and never have to detach the cuffs.
“Just relax baby and let’s have some fun.” He purred in my ear and lined himself to my entrance once again. 
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thoughtsaboutshows · 3 years
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80. “Stop stealing my clothes.”
Part two to the Roommate Prompt which is here.
Telling Roz she was moving in with Nick had been fun.  And by fun, Sabrina meant that it was absolutely the last thing she wanted to do.  In fact, Sabrina nearly killed her former roommate, just like she had threatened when she announced to Nick her predicament.
“You’re moving in with Nick.”  Roz had asked her with wide eyes, already seeing the mess her friend was getting into.  “Nick Scratch?”
“Yes.”  Was all Sabrina had said.  She knew what was coming next, but that didn’t stop the gasp that left her lungs and the immediate blush on her cheeks.
“The two of you alone in an apartment swimming in your sexual tension.  That’s a good idea.”  Roz had teased her. 
“I’m not gonna have sex with him.”  Sabrina defended.
“Sure.”  Roz shrugged as she flipped her magazine, eyeing her friend as she packed.
Sabrina had all but promised her best friend she wouldn’t fall into Nick’s bed.  And she had always kept her promises.  Until now.  
Sabrina hadn’t spent that much time with Nick before she moved in.  But now that he was a near constant it was getting more difficult to ignore the flutters in her stomach she felt around him or the way he made her blood boil one way or another.
Living with your cousin’s best friend is hard.  Living with your cousin’s best friend who just happens to be Nicholas Scratch, attractive and charming and mercilessly flirting, is harder.  Sabrina figured it was easier to move in with him when her housing options changed than it would be to find someone completely new, but after a week with him she thought she might have been better off with a random. 
It was a weird balance the two of them had, the air riddled with tension most of the time.  She’d yelled at him for putting an empty orange juice carton back and he’d complained about there being no real milk.  She didn’t like how he’d wait until the end of the day to do dishes when she’d rather him just do them right away.  They fought, often.  And when they weren’t fighting he was saying something suggestive or she was biting her lip at him in a way that made his heart speed up. 
But some days were good.  She’d share her dinner with him because she made a little too much and he’d join her on the couch for whatever late night horror movie happened to be on.  The little digs became more frequent though, the conscious choices to drive each other crazy.  They both felt the attraction, noticed the other’s wide pupils when talking to each other or dancing at Dorian’s.  They’d definitely both shuddered when Nick pressed his lips to her neck or nibbled her ear when they moved.  It was near impossible to come home to the same place after that, to separate bedrooms to deal with their separate thoughts that screamed in want for the same thing.
Nick was torn.  There was a clear line from Ambrose he wasn’t supposed to cross.  Yet Sabrina’s smile was wicked and her eyes were inviting and the little sigh that fell from her lips when he bit her neck sounded more like a plea to come to the other side.  But he could brush that off as just dancing.  Her gazes that linger too long could be explained by harmless flirting.
Sabrina was a wreck.  She knew what her cousin had said and she knew what she had said to Roz, but she couldn’t get him out of her head now that he was everywhere.  He was still an ass sometimes but she would often catch him looking at her with soft eyes, like she was precious to him.  When his eyes weren’t tender they were hungry, often mirroring her own.  And when she pressed her back up against them as they danced she could feel his desire for her.  She could feel it in the growl as he kissed her neck to the hardness of his jeans.  She wanted it too, but neither would ever admit it nor would they follow through.  
So instead, they made each other miserable.  
One particularly close night of dancing when Nick had slipped his hand under her shirt and touched her lower back, they came home and...nothing happened.  Sabrina was through and fed up and decided she wasn’t going to make it easy for Nicholas Scratch.
She started taking her virtual yoga classes in the living room instead of her bedroom.  She put on her best leggings and sports bras and made sure Nick was home when she did it.  He left his room for a moment and stopped in his tracks, mesmerized by Sabrina Spellman doing the downward dog, yoga doing wonders for her body. 
Nick retaliated by walking around almost constantly without a shirt.  He worked hard at the gym, and had a body to prove it.  He’d seen Sabrina staring a few times when she’d caught him without a shirt.  So he’d make them scarce.  Whether he was cooking, or watching TV, or doing his own homework, Sabrina noticed.  It made her blood boil again, frustration of multiple kinds.
Sabrina took it a step further, coming to the conclusion that if Nick weren’t going to wear his shirts, she should.  So when he was in class one day, she snuck in his room and stole a couple.  They smelled like him and were incredibly soft and for a moment almost put them back.  Perhaps wearing his clothes was too intimate, but then she remembered how he’d winked at her as he massaged her feet the previous night and she was annoyed again.  
When Nick came home later he was struck by what was waiting for him in the kitchen.  Sabrina Spellman had her hair in baby buns, dancing to some pop song as she cooked, wearing one of his dark grey shirts.  And nothing else.  He’d thought about this moment more times than he’d care to admit, Sabrina wearing his clothes and smelling like him.  Nick imagined she’d slip it on after he worshipped her body, her wanting to be closer to him by wearing his shirt, despite what they’d just done.  
“Hey, Nick.”  Sabrina said in between singing lines of the song when she noticed he was there.  His stunned expression was obvious, and his gaze trailing down her bare leg made her shiver.  Though she covered it up well with a smile.  “I’m making Alfredo, do you want some?”  
Nick could feel his heart ringing in his ears.  She looked so damn beautiful in his clothes and all he knew is he had to get out of there.  So he mumbled a no thank you and sequestered himself in his room for the night.  Sabrina smirked to herself, knowing her devious plan had worked. 
She waited for Nick to stage his revenge but he didn’t, so she just kept wearing his shirts around the apartment.  They were actually comfortable and found that their softness and scent felt like a warm hug, and she didn’t want to give that up.  
Sabrina was sitting on the counter with a glass of wine, waiting for her popcorn to finish up in the microwave, when Nick came in the door from his night class.  She smiled at him when he made it to the kitchen, a real smile because she was genuinely happy to see him, but he frowned.  She was wearing his old high school football t-shirt, the one with his name on the back and worn collar.  It hung off her shoulder and rode up her leg, exposing even more than normal as she sat, and he stared at her. 
“For the love of God, Sabrina.”  His voice was deep and husky and he sounded almost pained as he spoke.  He wouldn’t meet her eyes, as if pushing these words out were near impossible.  “Stop stealing my clothes.” 
Sabrina cocked her head to the side and smirked at him.  She’d picked that up from him with the increasing amount of time they spent together and he was grateful he was looking away, likely unable to handle it if he’d seen it.  
“I figured you didn’t need them, with all the days you’ve been going shirtless.”  Sabrina said to him. He looked at her then, and Sabrina saw want in his eyes.  The pause he made before he responded to her, just staring at her, made her lose some of her nerve.  It wasn’t so easy to be the one in charge when Nick was staring at her like that. 
“That doesn’t mean you can just wear them,”  He gestured to her and swallowed hard.  “Like that.”   It wasn’t that he didn’t want her in his clothes.  He did.  It was the fact he wanted to see her in his t-shirts every day, so badly, that made him feel like he needed to get her to stop. 
“Like what?”  She asked him as she hopped down from the counter.  She leaned back against the stone and found her power again, enjoying the way Nick squirmed as the hem of the shirt rose at the crossing of her arms.
“You know like what.”  Nick warned.  This was as close as they had come to having an actual conversation about how they felt.  He’d called her hot and she’d told him he was sexy, but they were joke-flirting then.  Right now they were completely serious, and that was dangerous.  
“Tell me.”  She nearly demanded and he took another deep breath before walking over to her.  He moved quickly and leaned closely, things taking a turn but neither of them caring.  
The image of him, smelling like leather and pine, infiltrated her every sense.  All she could see and feel was him, as her heart pounded against the walls of her chest with such force, it was surprising her his shirt didn’t burst.  Her hands gripped the stone counter behind her as it pressed into her lower back.  She didn’t feel it though, all she noticed was him. 
He was over her, leaning against the counter and trapping her between him and it, arms on either side.  The intensity in his gaze is what kept rooted her there and not slinking away.  His face both nervous and in awe, as if he was towing the line.  He was deciding in that very moment if he should do more than the brushing of her nose with his, should he capture her lips, or should he just breathe her in and admire from up close.  
“Nick.” She breathed out and he could practically taste the wine on her tongue.  The power behind her eyes matched his like she was begging and daring him at the same time to break the stalemate.  He brushed the fly away hairs out of her face and she leaned into his touch, her heart pleading with her voice to tell him to touch her more.  He seemed to get the picture though, because he moved his hand again to cup her cheek.  With a final look and a nod from Sabrina, he leaned it.  He’d just brushed her lips, barely even kissed her, when the microwave dinged and he pulled away with a curse.
The small contact had been enough though, and they were both panting and breathing and craving more.  Sabrina’s body was on fire and he was completely intoxicated by her flushed face.  But they were in that place again, huffing and staring at each other, wondering what’s gonna happen next.  
Then like a bullet out of a gun, Nick was in front of her again. 
“Fuck it.”  He whispered and he felt her smile in response as he crashed his lips to hers with such force and fury it was a miracle they didn’t fall down.  Her hands buried themselves in his hair and he groaned against her lips as she tugged harder.  His hands were exploring everywhere, drifting underneath his own t-shirt and settling on her hips as he lifted her up onto the counter.  
They stayed there for a few moments with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, the kiss deepening every second until it was unclear whose breath was whose and it seemed they would never break apart.  The need to breathe outweighed their desire eventually, but it didn’t last long.  Sabrina had barely gotten out the word bedroom before Nick was kissing her again and carrying her to his bed.  
They were a mess of desperation and pent-up want and need, neither thinking about the consequences of what they were doing.  Nick was breaking a promise to his best friend. Sabrina, one to hers.  But all that mattered was getting the release from the build up that had existed ever since they’d met each other.  
It was more than just the thrill of the other being off-limits.  What was happening now wasn’t just because it was forbidden, or because they’d been teasing each other for weeks.  They had both always known it to be true that they had a connection.  But it became more abundantly clear as he reached places in her no one had and as she called out his name with such a tenderness and looked at him with affection, that they were so much more to each other. 
Later with her head on his chest and his kissing her hair over and over, they basked in their afterglow.  Neither of them regretted it.  And both couldn’t wait to explore what this more might be.
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xswestallen · 5 years
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WestAllen oneshot
Based on the prompt: I got so emotional during the movie I didn't realize I was holding your hand.
A/N: Room (2015) is the greatest movie of all time and if you haven't seen it, go watch it!
"Bye, Room."
The camera panned up, showing Ma and Jack leaving the shed that was 'Room', their entire world, for 5 years. Iris sobbed into the overlong sleeve of her sweater as she watched the final shot of the film fade to black.
"That was so good!"
Iris, who'd been on the edge of her seat, relaxed back onto the couch, settling into the cozy pile of pillow of blankets she and Barry had arranged at the start of the movie. Barry's arm was already on Iris's shoulder, but now he massaged it a little, comforting her in the aftermath of the experience they'd just shared through the film. His tears streamed down his face in silence, but were even more plentiful than Iris's. She leaned her head against his chest. "It was just so good!" She cried.
"I've never felt so much watching a movie." Barry confessed.
"I think I cried 5 different times."
"6, I counted."
"The ending was the most emotional part. When Jack didn't want her to close the door and they left." Iris rehashed in her sulky voice. "They're finally going to be free!"
More tears poured out of Barry's eyes and splashed onto Iris.
"Aw, babe." She reached forward to get him a tissue off the coffee table. When she did so, she realized she'd been holding onto Barry's hand. As she let go, she saw the red imprint her fingers left, and scratch marks her nails must've inflicted.
Iris gasped. "Are you ok?"
Unaware that Iris was referring to his hand, Barry shrugged and sighed, "I can't talk about the movie without crying more."
"I meant your hand."
"Oh!" Barry examined the marks Iris left, an odd grin spread across his face. "It's not bad."
"Did I do that?" Iris asked. She knew it was a dumb question, because the answer was obviously yes, but she didn't remember taking his hand in the first place.
"For the past 2 hours, yeah."
"Oh my god, babe, why didn't you say anything?"
Barry looked bemused. "Why would I say something?"
"Because I was hurting you."
He scoffed. "This is nothing. You've done worse."
"What?!"
"Yeah, when you watched Titanic for the first time back in high school you drew blood."
Barry spoke like it was nothing, a nonchalant detail mundane as the weather.
"I DID?"
"Just a little."
"I- I didn't know I was gripping your hand so hard. I didn't even know I was holding your hand at all." Iris revealed.
Now Barry looked as confused as Iris felt. "What do you mean, you didn't know?"
"That I didn't know." Iris said simply. "I don't remember grabbing you."
"You've been doing this every time we watch an emotional movie since we 12." Barry informed her.
Iris's eyes darted between Barry and his hand. "No way. You're making this up."
"I'm not." He laughed. "It's like your thing!"
"How could I have a thing and not know about it?"
"I thought you did know."
Iris sat agape trying to think if she ever remembered clutching Barry's hand so hard.
"You haven't hurt me in years. My hand's gotten tough now. That one Summer you wanted to watch all those Nicholas Sparks' movies, I built up enough resistance to handle anything." Barry explained.
Iris remembered that Summer, but was still at a loss for holding Barry's hand.
"This is so weird." She whispered to herself.
"Now that I think about it," Barry reflected. "You're always looking at the movie when you first grab me."
"When did I first grab your hand tonight?" She asked.
"When Ma told Jack the truth about Room."
"That was the first really emotional part." Iris noted. "It's when I was getting tense."
Barry reached for her hand. He held it gently, rubbing circles on her palm with his thumb.
"Maybe it's a reflex."
"A reflex?"
Barry looked too pleased with himself as he said, "When you start feeling emotional, you reach for me."
Slightly embarrassed, Iris giggled. "That's what you think."
"Mmm hmm." His eyes looked devilishly at her.
"Why did you never tell me to ease up?"
Barry licked his lips. "I kinda like it."
Iris raised her brows. "Oh?"
"Yeah. There's something about you holding onto me for dear life."
"Something... instinctual about it, I guess." Iris mused.
Barry leaned in to kiss her.
"Don't worry." He breathed as his lips continued across her jaw. "I'll always be here for you to hold."
Iris slid her hands over his shoulders and purred, "Having such a strong grip comes in handy."
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Fandom: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina
Pairing: Nicholas Scratch x reader
Word Count: 892
Requested: Yes -  Hey could I do a prompt 5 and 10 with the reader saying it to Nick Scratch😁 - by anon
A/N: I finally proofread something xD ENJOY!! xxxx
Father Blackwood had the coven present The Passion of Lucifer Morningstar. You had a small part as well. All you had to do was one dialogue with Nick’s character.
The whole afternoon you had tried to get him to rehearse the lines with you, so you wouldn’t look stupid when you had to rehearse in front of Zelda on stage, but he refused.
He would just cut you off, go to talk to Sabrina and go through lines with her which infuriated you.
You stepped up to him one last time in an attempt of finally getting a positive answer.
“Nicholas, we really need to go through these lines. I don’t think you take this serious enough. Zelda is gonna kill us, if we’re not ready!” You explained to him.
“I know my lines. I don’t see a need in doing that.”
“Why do you hate me?”
He didn’t answer you, just stared at you wide-eyed.
You scoffed and turned away missing the hurt look in his eyes. But Sabrina didn’t miss that look Nick gave you when you retreated.
“What’s going on between you two?” She asked after she sat down on the bench beside him.
“Y/N is… We basically grew up together and she was- is like my favorite person ever. We grew apart a few years ago, but I never stopped looking over her. And I think… I love her. Ever since we got married when we were four years old.” He smiled at that memory. “She was my first kiss as well. We were seven and she was so sad because her favorite dress tore that she was crying and I didn’t know how to cheer her up, so little me just gave her a kiss.”
The story sounded really cute to Sabrina, so she couldn’t understand what had happened that now the pair was behaving like that. She asked him, not expecting such an honest and heartbreaking answer.
“She hates me now. I did stupid things and now I can’t even look her in the eyes without feeling the guilt. My heart goes crazy when I’m in the same room as her, but my head won’t let me act on it. To be honest, I don’t think I deserve her.” He confessed to her.
You were oblivious to that conversation happening, because you were busy learning your lines.
 When the time came for you and Nick to play the scene in front of everyone who was part of the play you had never once rehearsed together, but you delivered your big paragraph without a mistake.
“You’re a monster!” You ended and waited for Nick to do his part, but on his mind was just how smoothly that last part went over your lips, how you looked straight into his eyes when saying it, how it was like you yourself were talking directly to Nick, not your character to his.
You were still waiting for him to speak his part when he jumped off the stage and ran outside.
Zelda was screaming after him to come back, but he didn’t listen.
What was wrong with him? First, he didn’t want to go through your lines with you and now he just ran out of rehearsal?
Sabrina came over to you when you sat down, implying that you should go after him and listen to what he had to say.
Begrudgingly you did as she said and left rehearsal as well to look for Nick.
You didn’t want to admit it, but you knew exactly where you would find him.
In the library Nick was sitting on the floor between two shelves when you came in and sat beside him. You sat in silence for a bit, not looking at each other.
“Why did you run away, Nick?”
“Do you think I’m a monster?”
You were taken aback by the question. After everything that had happened between you two, you grew apart, but you could never think of him as a monster. That he would think that, hurt you.
“No! Never! I was acting, Nick. You are not a monster! Don’t think that!”
A sad smile featured his face when you assured him.
“Then why do you never talk to me?”
“Are you kidding me? I tried all day to get you to rehearse with me, but you always blew me off!”
“Sorry.”
His gaze went down to his shoes. He looked so different than usually. Not as confident. Instead he folded into himself. You couldn’t think of anything that would make him feel that way.
“I’m sorry for everything I did. Can we be friends again?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
He wanted to confess his feelings for you, but couldn’t bring up the courage. For now, it was just important to him to be closer to you again.
“We need to get to know each other again. I barely know you anymore.”
He nodded.
“That can be arranged. Hi, I’m Nicholas. Friends call me Nick.”
He stretched a hand out towards you which you took into yours and shook.
“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you!” You laughed.
“Can we go back to rehearsal now?”
He nodded again offering you his help to get up after standing up himself.
You went back and from then on, Nick made sure to talk to you every day.
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