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lnfours · 8 months

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ruin the friendship | l.n

summary: i’m not sure if you’re taking requests or not but i was wondering if you would ever consider doing a fwb/roommates fic for lando like the one you did for tom? i absolutely love your writings!! -> yes anon, my requests for lando are open :))) also i listened to ‘don’t ’ by bryson tiller while writing this so feel free to listen to it while you read <3

warnings: friends with benefits!! language, sexual tension u can cut with a knife, neck kisses, nothing too crazy, jealous roommate lando 🫣

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you stood in the kitchen, stirring the pot on the stove as soft music played from the speaker on the counter. you hummed softly, the door closing catching your attention, making you spin around in your socks. the voices entered the kitchen and you smiled at your two roommates.

“mate, you’re crazy,” max laughed, “i don’t understand how you did that.”

“because i’m a great golfer, that’s how,” lando said, putting his phone on the island as he pulled a stool out to sit, “how was your day, y/n?”

you turned back to the stove, “it was alright, i guess. got some work done, went to the store, the usual. not nearly as exciting as you two’s day it sounds.”

max smiled, patting lando’s shoulder, “mans was a beast on the green today, should’ve been there,” you shook your head with a smile, thinking about the last time the three of you were on a golf course.

let’s just say, drunk people shouldn’t drive golf karts. max continued, “oh, how was your date the other night?”

lando’s ears perked up, his head snapping away from his phone. you grabbed the pot with the oven mitts, pouring the spaghetti into the strainer, “it was alright, nothing special.”

“you went on a date?” lando didn’t mean it the way it came out. you looked over your shoulder at him, “with who?”

“some guy who was all over her the other night at the club,” max said, “was it not good?”

“he’s kind of a douche,” you said, bringing the spaghetti back to the pot and adding the sauce, “didn’t have a good time.”

“sorry to hear that, y/n,” max said before standing up, “‘mgonna go shower.”

you and lando nodded, his eyes going back to watch you as you fixed dinner. you met his eyes, “you have a staring problem, norris.”

“you didn’t tell me you were going to go on a date with that guy.” he said. you dropped the spoon in the pot, reaching up to grab plates for everyone.

“didn’t know i had to tell you all of a sudden.” you shrugged. he stood from his seat, walking over to you. you backed up against the counter, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as he placed his hands on the counter, basically trapping you between the counter and him. he had a slight sunburn on his nose from being in the sun all afternoon, his sunglasses were still pushing back his curls, and his eyes were damn near mesmerizing.

“suppose you don’t,” he said, “did he bring you flowers at least?”

you shook your head and he clicked his tongue, reaching behind you for a plate, “that’s a shame. i would’ve brought your favorite.”

“do you even know my favorite?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed as he turned around to the stove. he put his plate down on the counter next to you.

“of course i do,” he said, “your favorite flower is a sunflower, and if im not mistaken you have a tattoo of a sunflower right…” he trailed off, lifting up the edge of your hoodie and pointing to your hip, “here.”

his finger touched the exact spot the tattoo was, his touch burning through the fabric of your sweatpants. his smirked as you met his eyes again, grabbing his plate as he moved back to the other side of the island. of course he knew where it was, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before. he knew all the ins and outs of your body at this point.

“dinner smells good,” max said as he reappeared, in a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as you tried to regain your composure, “you alright? look like you just ran a marathon.”

you nodded, grabbing your own dinner, “i’m good.”

he nodded but still gave you a look. after dinner, max went to go stream but lando stayed back to help you clean up. you were washing dishes as he placed them in the sink. once all of them were collected, he wrapped his arms around your middle. you leaned back slightly, tilting your head to the side to let him place his head on your shoulder.

“going on dates with other guys when you still fold every time i do this?” he joked and you huffed, laughing softly.

“i don’t fold every time,” you said, “i pick and choose, and i guess today is your lucky day.”

he pressed a gentle kiss to your jaw and you couldn’t help the soft noise that came from your throat, “hmm? don’t fold every time?”

you rolled your eyes, “it’s been a while.”

“too long,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

“i need a shower,” you complained, turning around in his arms.

“me too,” he said, brushing a stray hair from your face, “wanna save some water?”

you laughed, shaking your head, “you shower with the water too cold.”

“you’re the one who likes it boiling hot! it’s a wonder you don’t pass out in there.”

you rolled your eyes, “maybe you’re just dramatic, did you think of that?”

he fake gasped, “me? dramatic? never.”

you nodded, stepping away from him, “keep telling yourself that.”

“seriously, come shower with me,” he grabbed your hips, pulling you back to him. you let out a soft laugh as he pouted, “please.”

you let his lips go to your neck, giving into him the second time today, “no, lan.”

“cmon,” he said, “it’s the least you could do for going on a date behind my back.”

“you were the one who wanted to keep this,” you waved your finger back and forth between your two bodies, “a secret.”

“not anymore,” he said, “i’ve thought about it, let me take you on a date. a proper one. i’ll get you flowers, take you to the restaurant downtown you love that you go to with your friends. i’ll pull all the stops, you deserve it.”

you smiled softly, “only if you promise to wear that black button up shirt you wore last weekend.”

he raised an eyebrow, “you liked that, huh?”

“maybe,” you smirked up at him.

“okay, then you have to wear that red dress you wore on the night out the other night.”

“deal.”

he smiled before lifting you up off your feet. you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck, “where are we going?”

“my bed,” he said, carrying you down the hallway and shutting his bedroom door with his foot, “because now i can’t stop picturing you in that dress.”

“thought you wanted to shower?”

he sat you down on his lap, hands wandering under your hoodie as yours tugged on the hem of his golf shirt, “need you more than a shower right now.”

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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more raider joel PLEAAAASE 🙏

Failed Escape

4k, raider!Joel x f!reader / raider master / joel

Mood board by @milla-frenchy

SUMMARY: when Joel brings you to a familiar area for a raid, you run away but get stopped by FEDRA officers with bad intentions, worse than Joel. Joel saves you.

WARNINGS: NSFW I8+ dark, violence, assault, manhandling, captivity, restraints, exhibitionism, humiliation, unsafe dubcon vPIV, fingering, oral, filth, orgasm denial, cockwarming, police violence, allusions to very dark fedra activity.

A/N: This is 4th in the Raider series but can be read alone. credits / shoutouts - @romanarose escape ask, touch-erase anon, rope kink anon, many others with thots & thirst.

“I'm sorry," you sob, and you really are. It's the second raid you’ve been on this week. You thought you recognized the forest behind the house, making it your best chance to escape. You don’t have anything or anyone to go home to, but you’re hungry. You’re tired. You don't sleep. Sometimes you wake up with Joel’s arms too tight around you. If you move, they tighten more and you can hardly breathe.

Those things on their own might be tolerable, but the rest of Joel's men are the real problem. That first day, Joel told you he’d make sure nothing happened to you. He made it very clear to you and everyone else that you were his and no one else could touch you. At this point you don’t always mind his touch, but you worry about what could happen to you if something happened to Joel. The guys are disgusting, and not just the ones Joel originally saved you from, as you learned at the stash house.

There are a lot, and they’re brutal with their prey. They’re not just rough, they’re mean, degrading. They know they aren’t supposed to look at you, but they still steal a hungry glance when Joel’s not watching. From what you’ve overheard them doing to their victims, your greatest fear is that Joel will die or get overthrown and you’ll be at their mercy. The day Joel first claimed you, he warned you about those men and how much worse they'd be. At this point, you've seen and heard enough to know it's true.

But even that prospect doesn't sound bad right now compared to what you just went through. You never should have run.

- - - - -

You stumbled through the woods and when you were almost to the other side, you spotted three armed men in uniform - FEDRA. You called, “Help!” You were relieved. They could get you somewhere safe. But when they turned around, it was only a couple of seconds before they aimed their rifles at you. You fell to your knees begging for help.

They laughed and talked to each other like you weren’t there.

“I dunno, she looks infected to me,” the tallest one said.

“Sure are seein’ a lot of infected this week,” another said and elbowed the tall guy in the ribs.

The apparent leader of the pack ordered the men to take your clothes off. They stripped you of everything, even your underwear, and felt you up while they were at it. One of them stuck a finger in you. Then, the leader put a single bullet in a revolver, spun the cylinder, handed it to the tall one, and said “your turn.”

"Already? C'mon, I don't wanna fuck another dead girl."

“At least they can’t scratch you up kickin’ and screamin’,” the leader said.

“Yeah, so what’s the point?” the third one said. “That’s half the fun.”

"Better say a prayer then," the leader said. "Go on," he urged.

The man put the muzzle to your temple and your life flashed before your eyes. He pulled the trigger and the click made you wince. You kept your eyes pinched shut and when you slowly opened them, you could hardly believe you were alive.

Leaves crunched behind you in the woods. "ANIMALS, all of you," Joel boomed, and you turned around to see him with his rifle aimed at the men.

"Get down and cover your ears, baby." Joel didn’t even look at you.

Without so much as blinking, he shot the leader right in the forehead, then kept walking toward them. Shot another one like it was the easiest thing he had ever done. Not even a flinch.

Meanwhile, the tall one, the one with the revolver, charged straight at him but Joel still didn’t flinch. He calmly used the butt of his rifle to strike him square in the face. When the man fell to the ground, Joel straddled him and pummeled his face.

Still straddling the man, Joel asked you what they did to you. You told him about the revolver first. Joel took it from the man, spun the cylinder, then held it out for you, but you didn't take it. You were cowering naked on the ground. “Go ahead,” Joel said. The man pleaded for his life. You hesitated, and Joel said “Now,” firmly. You crawled closer, took the revolver, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The man screamed and winced, but the gun only clicked. Joel took it back, spun it again, and handed it back to you. “Again.” That time, you shot the man in the chest and the recoil sent you back on your ass. It wasn’t a kill shot. The man tried to speak but could only gurgle. Blood spilled out of his mouth. Your face went cold and you were shaking.

Joel made sure the man was disarmed, then came over and started putting your shirt back on you.

"Is that what you want? Shared and slaughtered by those pigs?” He motioned to the three men on the ground. You started crying, still sprawled on the dirt

- - - - -

Joel puts his rifle around his back, squats down, grabs you by both elbows, and violently forces you to your feet.

"Breakin' my goddamn heart, sweet pea." He seethes with disappointment.

"I'm sorry," you repeat through your tears, still begging his eyes to meet yours. Finally, he puts his rifle around his back and looks at you. You must look so pathetic. Crying, knees covered in dirt, still naked from the waist down. The dying man stops gurgling. You whimper yet again, "I'm sorry."

He looks you up and down and seems to soften a little as he responds, "I know, baby.” But notably, he doesn't say it's okay. He doesn't say he forgives you. You collapse into his chest and sob. He pulls you closer and you're startled when his arousal swells into you.

"How'd they touch you?" Joel asks, then clenches his jaw as though bracing himself for impact. At least he knows they didn't fuck you since they were all still dressed, to his great relief.

Joel has your pants in his hands waiting for your answer. You tell him.

He sighs and squats down. He wedges his hand between your thighs and you're wet with arousal from feeling his wood. "Was it like this?" He asks, sliding his fingers against your folds. You don't know what to say. It wasn’t like this because it didn’t feel good. He plunges two fingers into you and asks, "like this?" He digs the heel of his palm into his arousal.

“Kind of”

His face tenses into a snarl as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. What does 'kind of' mean?”

“It hurt.”

“Too many fingers?”

“No, just one, but too rough. And too dry.” Your cheeks burn.

His eyes light up in grim satisfaction. “Ok, baby.” He takes his fingers out and wraps his arms around you again. You start crying again.

“I’m sorry,” you say for the millionth time.

“I know you are, sweet pea." He brushes the tears off your cheeks. “Wanna be sorry here or in the house?” You can only assume what he means. You just hope it won’t be too brutal, given your betrayal.

His breath deepens, and he’s slowly stroking a larger bulge in his skin-tight pants now. You have to think about it for a moment. You’re anxious to get away from the dead FEDRA bodies, but the other raiders and victims are still in the house.

Joel adds, “Or in the van?”

“In the van."

He brushes the dirt off you and helps you step into your pants.

When you get back to the house they’ve been raiding, Joel doesn’t take you straight to the van. There are a few bodies strewn about. The hostages are all in one room. Joel takes you to a bathroom away from them.

He locks the door, hangs his rifle on the towel hook, then turns on the shower. He strips you and gets behind you, both of you facing the mirror. He asks, “They do anything else to you? Touch you anywhere else?” You tell him they touched your breasts. He inhales deeply and clenches his jaw, then cups both your breasts from behind, slowly massaging them. "Like this?" His hardness presses into you.

"Kind of, but it didn’t feel good."

Half his mouth smiles, and in the mirror you notice him scanning your body head to toe. Then he turns you around to face him.

His hands engulf your ass cheeks, pulling you into his pants. The feeling of his arousal against your front makes you weak.

A massive hand drifts to the center of your ass, and his middle finger lightly glides up and down your crack. “They touch you in here?”

“No.”

"Good. They're all gone now, okay baby?”

The water is ice cold as usual and your nipples are painfully hard as Joel lathers them. He washes your whole body, looking at you like a juicy leg of lamb. When he goes between your legs, you sense his intentions and warn him, “Um, you can’t put soap in there.”

He pauses, bemused. “Why’s that , sweet pea?”

“It’s bad for you, you can get an infection.”

He looks at the soap contemplatively and says “okay, baby.”

He rinses you off and tells you to sit on the toilet seat. Then he sits on the ground, his legs to each side of the toilet, knees up. He gets you to spread your legs, come to the edge of the seat, and lean back. The way he’s breathing as he eyes your pussy gives you butterflies.

He puts your knees over his shoulders. He drags two knuckles down your slippery folds, then extends and inserts his fingers and curls them, dragging his thick digits against your walls, trying to scrape off any trace of FEDRA. The smallest skin particle would be too much. It's extreme, but you don’t mind how it feels – physically, at least. It’s also not a bad view. His neck veins bulge, his eyes are dark.

He looks like he has a job to do, and he goes about it quite industriously. His beard scratches your inner thighs and outer lips. He licks a thick stripe from your taint to your clit, then drags his tongue through every crevice of your folds on each side, making you squirm with tension. He swirls his tongue around your clit and sucks your hood. Then he plunges his tongue onto you and your whole body feels hollow and light. His tongue is so thick it's like being fucked. You shudder and he glances up darkly. His lips move diligently with the effort and he sucks like he’s trying to cave your walls in on his tongue. Your thighs quiver and he glances up at you again. When you're right about to come, he pulls away.

"Good as new," he says as he wipes his beard.

You were so close to coming and you can hardly bear the tension.

As though reading your mind, he says, "This ain’t for fun, baby. Not today. Not after what you did."

He braces his hands on your thighs and stands up with a groan, sporting major wood. "Stay here," he says coldly. You squeeze your thighs together. He takes his rifle off the back of the door and puts it on. He leaves for a few minutes and takes all your clothes with him including your underwear.

As soon as he walks out of the bathroom, one hand goes between your legs and the other to your breast, working toward the quickest release possible, biting your lip. The vision of him between your legs is blinding your mind’s eye from thinking about anything else. You come just in time, covering your own mouth with your inner arm. You feel a wave of shame after you come - how depraved to get off in this situation. But the tension was too much to take.

Joel comes back with a duffle bag and a dress. He seems to notice your post-orgasm flush. He puts the dress on you and it's not a minidress but it's shorter than you're comfortable with, especially if you don't get to wear underwear. It’s thin, too. He strokes your inner thighs and gives you an accusatory look.

"You come when I say."

Your face burns and you nod.

"Told you I wasn't gonna let anything happen to you. . . then I did." He looks guilty, almost anguished. "You're gonna learn to do what I say, understand?"

You nod.

"For your own good, sweet pea."

"Yeah," you whisper.

You try to tug the dress down and hesitantly ask, "Can I have, um-"

"No," Joel says and slings the duffle bag over his shoulder. "Got you some but you're not gonna need it for a while."

You swallow thickly and remember you chose the van.

Joel manhandles you into the passenger seat, takes some paracord out of the duffle bag, and ties your wrists in a special knot. Then he ties them behind your head to the headrest.

He strings rope around the headrest and across your chest in each direction forming an X across your chest with your breasts on either side. He ties that to the wrist restraints. The rope digs into your neck uncomfortably.

“Try to get out and it’ll only get tighter. And I’m gonna know about it.”

“I won’t.” You’re earnest.

“Hope not,” he says. “‘Cause I’ve got a lot more of this.” He holds up a bunch of paracord, puts it back in the bag, then looks you up and down and wets his lips. “Looks good on ya, too.” He shoves the duffle bag behind your seat. “Real good.”

He slides his hand between your legs and shoves his middle finger right inside you. His head falls back and his eyelids are heavy. You’re still wet enough that it doesn’t hurt. He thumbs your clit while pushing two, then three fingers in and out of you. Then he stills his fingers inside you. He strokes the bulge in his pants with the heel of his palm. His mouth falls open and he studies your face. Then he flattens his fingers and rubs your whole pussy. It feels so good, so unbearably good. Your spine arches. He takes his time and brings you to the brink again, then cruelly removes his hand.

“Stay here.” He points at the rope. “Remember – try to get out, it’ll only get tighter.”

You nod, clenching your thighs together, barely paying attention.

“It’s for your own good.” The tension feels like torture.

A few minutes later, Joel comes back out to the van, and thank god. Your hands are getting numb and the rope is chafing your neck and cleavage. He opens the door and examines the paracord around your wrists. “Good girl,” he says. He looks you up and down as though deciding what to do with you. He exhales with a puff of his cheeks and rubs the protrusion in his tight pants. At this point, nothing would surprise you, and you wonder if you should have made a move in the bathroom to suck him off.

He swiftly unties the paracord then unbuckles his belt, gazing at you in a dark trance.

He aggressively shoves his strong arm under you, then you make space and he wedges himself between you and the seat. You’re in his lap again.

Initially, he pulls you back into him and your breath hitches when you feel his hard package beneath you. His hips lift and his arousal swells harder. He breathes heavily and his chest inflates against your back. Then he extends his legs to make a downward slope and scoots you forward on his thighs. You hear his zipper come down. When you chose the van, you didn’t know it would be this. You’re humiliated, but your body purrs in anticipation.

You’re startled by the van’s back doors opening.

“Come on,” Joel whispers flatly, nudging you to hover over him. When you rise a few inches, he lifts your dress and guides your naked ass backwards, hovering in his lap. He presses the curve of your spine and you tilt your hips. He guides you until you feel his firm tip at your dripping entrance. "You want this?" You nod almost imperceptibly, then he says, "Go ahead." You sink onto him with a soft gasp. “That's right, take it," he says. He puts his hand over your mouth and pulls you down, breathing, "yes." Then he sighs "Ahh," as his girth parts your insides. He has to use both arms and a thrust to bury himself entirely, then your body’s flush with his. His noises are quiet but visceral, softer than usual, but just as masculine.

You’re pitiful, like a rag doll in your thin dress, no panties, no bra, sitting on his cock. Bending to his will like he’s your puppeteer. And you might as well have an arm shoved all the way up you. He’s inhabiting every bit of space in your guts.

Men are loading things into the back of the van. Joel leans you forward to spread your dress over his lap. Then he pulls you back and lifts his hips, making his cock move deep inside you. The main door to the van slides open and men start piling in. Your seat is always in Joel’s lap, that’s nothing new, so hopefully no one notices you’re impaled on his massive cock.

But that’s going to be difficult considering he’s not sitting still. He rocks his hips, pushing his length up into you at a slow pace. This has the effect of lifting your whole body each time. Someone sitting behind you could surely see your head bobbing slowly, smoothly, but rhythmically. His hands cup your breasts through your dress. Tension is coiling in your core. With his next upward thrust, Joel softly grunts into your hair. Quieter than usual. He isn’t worried about being seen or heard – That’s not his style at all – It’s just that, in the van, it doesn’t take much to put on a show. In a way, if he can subject everyone to it in near-silence, that’s even more dominant.

Joel’s hips continue to lift into you and he slides his hand into the low-cut neckline to grope your naked breast. The driver glances over and does a double-take, then swallows sheepishly and quickly averts his gaze, but reaches for the bandana on the dashboard and hands it to Joel. They’re going to the stash house so Joel pauses to tie it over your eyes.

Joel grunts softly into your hair as his cock is hugged tight by your warmth. None of the men talk to him. They chatter at low volume amongst themselves, and he doesn’t have the best hearing. You hear his name in a whisper from the back of the van and get self conscious that they’re watching. But of course they are. If Joel hears them, he doesn’t seem to mind. With each tilt of his hips, his thick cock moves a short but impactful distance, nudging your g-spot. You’re already so full, but it fills you more each time. The tension tightens, radiating to your whole body. Begging for release. The motion is smooth and fluid beneath you. It’s like you’re riding an ocean wave. Your breathing gets heavier.

You squeeze your thighs together, tightening around his cock. Joel grunts into your neck, then whispers “I don’t think so, sweet pea” and stops moving. He’s really punishing you. For almost the rest of the ride, he holds you completely still on his cock. Your heart races and your face is hot. He’s leaning back against the seat and has you leaning back against him. You ride in silence, listening to the noise of the road under the tires, pitch black under the blindfold. Joel’s as thick and hard as ever and the swell of his shaft twitches. Every bump in the road provides welcome friction between his warm rod and your desperate walls.

You know you're getting close to the stash house when you reach the gravel road, at which point you’re continuously bounced on his cock. You can feel your arousal leaking out of you and onto him. Your combined musk fills the van and the driver cracks his window as the terrain effectively makes you ride Joel's cock despite his best efforts to deprive you. He holds you tight, trying to keep you completely still against him. You aren’t sure if you’ll be able to stop yourself from coming.

“You were bad today,” he whispers lowly into your neck, and you feel a wave of shame. “In the worst way," he adds coldly.

You turn your cheek as though trying to meet his eyes through the blindfold, but his hand strongly grips your jaw and forces your face straight ahead again.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as you bounce there, filled to the brim with his girth.

“Gonna be a good girl from now on?”

“Yes.”

“Come when I do, then,” his low voice murmurs into your ear, sending a rush through your body. He better come really soon.

He inhales deeply through his nose and puts his arm flat on your back with his strong forearm resting along your spine and his hand firmly gripping the nape of your neck. He forces you down, and you fold forward with your head near your knees. Then he covers your mouth tight with his other hand. His arm presses down on your back as his hips lift up into you. He grunts as he erupts inside you. His thick cock powerfully pulses and sends you clenching and fluttering around him, softly moaning into his hand as you find your own waves of release. It feels like it lasts forever.

“Maniac,” someone says under their breath as Joel lets you sit back up.

"You did good," he whispers flatly into your hair. To your shame, your heart can't help but swell at his approval, even though the coldness in his tone stings. He's obviously preoccupied by what you did.

You can't discern most of the hushed murmurs until another voice ominously whispers from the back of the van, “He can’t watch her 24/7 forever.” Joel must not hear it or else you imagine the man wouldn’t be breathing for long.

The van parks at the stash house and Joel takes off your blindfold. He helps lift you off his lap and his length slides out, bringing with it a dripping mess of both of you. Your insides slowly pull themselves back together as your combined juices trickle down your thigh. You step down out of the van while he zips up his pants and you dab yourself as best you can with the dress, face burning along with your neck, shoulders, and hands. With Joel facing away from the men, you can feel them staring at you, but as soon as he steps out of the van, they look away and go about unloading.

Joel retrieves the duffle bag from behind the seat, but he doesn't bring it into the stash house with you. He takes out a blanket and wraps it around you, making you decent. You shouldn't feel like it's sweet, but there's a passing moment before you remind yourself the gesture is for him, not you. He doesn't want anyone else to see you. He said as much the first time you were there. Joel takes out some rope from the bag, and before he brings you into the house, he makes sure his switchblade is in his pocket. Then he firmly grabs you by the elbow and takes you inside.

"You're gonna have to be brave for me in a minute, baby."

we'll pick up from here next time & a couple more asks will become relevant.

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airbendertendou · 8 months

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sunscreen and doughnut shaped floats! ♥︎ tokyo revengers

anon requested : Hello, may I please request the Tokyo Revengers characters (as many and anyone you feel like including) + the reader having a water fight (with balloons, water guns and hoses)? I loved the karaoke night with Toman!!

synopsis : a pool day with toman! gender neutral reader wears a swimsuit and puts on sunscreen. [name] used in place of y/n. everyone is a lil in love w reader <3

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Baji grins as he turns the dial on the stereo, turning the volume up even higher. A sound of protest is drowned out, the song overlapping any disagreements. A loud whoop! is heard, followed by a splash as Mikey cannonballs into the pool.

You shake your head with a small laugh as Draken waves his spatula in the air, frown on his face. The sunscreen bottle in your hand is more than half empty, slowly falling into your open palm. Cold, soft hands land on your bare shoulders, them jolting and stiffening in response.

"Sorry," Mitsuya grins at you, raising his hands. He points to the bottle in your hand, "want me to get your back? Ken's got the grill covered for now."

You nod, handing him the bottle. "Sure. Thanks, 'suya."

His grin widens, "no problem." You turn, bare back facing the lilac-hiared boy as he lathers his hands in sunscreen. You jolt, the cream ice cold and frigid as it glides onto your skin. You can feel Mitsuya's laugh as his breath hits your neck. "S'a little cold, hm, [name]?"

Letting out a huff, you stare at him over your shoulder, "yeah, a little." Mitsuya only winks in response as his hands lower to your waist. "Think I can handle it from here—"

"[Name]." Chifuyu is suddenly in front of you as he frowns. Green eyes narrow at the boy over your shoulder — you curl your lips into your mouth to stop your laughter. "Can you put that on me when you're done?"

"I don't mind doing it." But, Chifuyu ignores Mitsuya, eyes widening at you in an attempt to look innocent. Another laugh is huffed against your neck, fingers trailing around your waist until they're on your torso. "[Name]'s busy."

"Doing what?"

You clear your throat — another useless attempt to hide your amusement. "Here," you reach a hand back to Mitsuya, "I'll put some sunscreen on you while Mitusya finishes up. Alright?"

Chifuyu frowns again, but turns his back to you anyways. You lather the sunscreen into your hands, hoping to warm it up a little before putting it on him. Mitsuya laughs again — closer this time — before placing a small kiss to your shoulder.

"I'm going to help Draken out," he speaks. Chifuyu's shoulders relax at the words, moving with your hands as he's slathered with sunscreen. "Be back soon. ...Maybe tell Mitchy to get out of the sun."

The green-eyed boy turns to face you, eyes scrunching as you layer cream onto his face. He watches Mitsuya leave, "don't rush back."

You tap his nose, "don't be mean." You look to the left, where Takemichi is laying out, snoring as he slowly roasts. His skin is already reddened, tender to the touch as his sunburn worsens. "Mitchy! Lookin' lobster-like, bud!"

The blond startles, sunglasses falling to the side as he sits up. "Ack!" he lets out at the color of his skin. Big, comical tears well up in his eyes, "I look like a giant strawberry!"

Baji — ignoring everything around him other than the sound of his favorite song — slaps the blond on his back. "Lookin' good, Mitchy!"

Another whine leaves Takemichi's throat at the feeling. You let out a sigh, lightly tapping Chifuyu's shoulders. "You're all covered, 'Fuyu. Baji, be careful with Mitchy's skin, okay?"

Emma waves you over as she leans against the pool wall. You sit with your legs in the water, smiling down at her. She pouts, "Mikey won't stop splashing me."

You shake your head playfully, "Mikey, be nice to your sister."

"She doesn't play mermaids right."

Emma spins to face him, frown deepening. "You don't play right!" She crosses her arms over her chest, "you keep copying me."

Mikey shrugs, sitting on the steps of the pool as he swings his legs together, mimicking a mermaid tail. "Your ideas are better than mine. But, I want a purple to blue glitter tail and water powers."

Emma groaned, "I wanted water powers! You wanted to talk to animals."

Mitsuya comes to sit beside you, a bag of chips in his hand. He holds the bag out to you, eyeing Mikey and Emma. "You can both have water powers, right?"

"Then it's not fun anymore." Mikey turns his head with a pout. Emma lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes before swimming off. Mikey looks at you once more, "food almost done?"

"Only a few more minutes!" Smiley calls from the yard. He's helping Draken grill as Angry holds an aluminum pan for the cooked food to go in. "Go ahead and get dried off."

——♥︎——

"Baji Keisuke," you speak between teeth, "do not play in the fire like that."

The boy scowls, putting the tiny stick he'd picked up back to the ground. Draken sighs as he manages the fire, shaking his head at Mikey's marshmallow covered cheeks. Takemichi winces with every move he makes, his sunburnt skin aching and burning with the movement.

Mitsuya had gone home to care for his sisters ; Emma leaving to wash the chlorine out of her hair. Angry hands you a new marshmallow, holding a small piece of chocolate for you next. Smiley is across the fire, trying to take the designated fire stick from Draken.

"Hey," Chifuyu sits to your right, draping a blanket over your lap. "If you get any colder let me know, okay?"

You nod, taking the fully made s'more from Angry. As you bite into the sweet, you watch as Baji burns the marshmallow he has before handing it to Smiley. Mikey swoops in, though, eating the piping hot sweet directly from the stick.

"Mikey—" Draken lets out another sigh, shaking his head.

——♥︎—— airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #toman x reader #toman imagines #mikey sano x reader #sano manjiro x reader #draken x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #baji keisuke x reader #smiley imagines #smiley x reader #nahoya x reader #angry x reader #souya x reader

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am-i-interrupting · 1 month

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Hello again!

This is the anon that request a part 2 to the Broadcast fic, I appreciate you giving some creative freedom on deciding what happens! I guess I was thinking maybe reader continued seeing Vox for the next years maybe even starts dating at some point and Alastor returns and finds out?

Anyway, thank you so much! I love your writing!

Alastor’s Reaction to You Seeing Vox

Technically a part two of A Broadcast for Bitch Breakfast but can be read alone.

He is immediately one the defense. You better explain yourself fast or give him a reason to not blast you away.

Once he’s calmed down, he sees this as an opportunity.

He can use this. He can try to bribe you into giving him information about Vox.

A sure fire way to stop his probing is to just start talking about your sex life with him and that exclusively even if you are dating.

That’s fine though.

He can still use this as a way to annoy Vox.

He’s known you longer, after all.

He’ll capture your laughter on record and replace his laugh track with it. Using your laughter on his radio show because he knows Vox listens in.

If he happens to be in Vox’s vacinity with you, he’ll start going on about some inside joke or a “remember that time.”

If he’s not, then he has no problems using his relationship with you to break down Vox’s confidence.

He’ll have picked up on your dating habits unconsciously at least and he will tell Vox about your past partners and how much happier you were with them.

Alastor records everything. I mean everything.

He has records from the past where he overheard things he’d rather not have or walked in on them.

He never disposes of his records and it’s precisely because of reasons like this.

He’ll tap into the radio Vox has to listen to him and play sounds of the few times he’s overheard or walked in on you having sex (because let’s face it, this man will just appear in rooms).

You’ll have to comfort Vox if he trusts you enough to be vulnerable, reassure him that you’re perfectly content and happy with the arrangement you have.

When Alastor himself is the cause of the jealousy though, expect to be fucked into the mattress.

Vox would also retaliate by hacking into the phones of hotel residents when Alastor is near and playing recordings of you two having sex.

I hope you don’t mind your sex life being everyone’s business because between two attention whores, you’re not getting any privacy.

Angel will compliment your body and voice though.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader

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dulcibella-dreams · 2 months

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How about Minato comforting a sick SO ? Mitsuru will be super strict regarding the quarantine but Minato will find a way.

P3 protag comforting a sick S.O.!

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 A/N: screaming. YOU KNOW I’VE HAD THIS IDEA BEFORE? hsjdkwkakdkw I have a soft spot for this idea. This sounds to me more like a story type beat than a dot point, so that is what I have done :) also tee hee I'm sick rn so 💕Hope you enjoy anon!!

You had it really badly. Shivering in your bed with tissue boxes running out by the minute, your body was in a state of swelter and ice.

Mitsuru had absolutely banned everyone from coming to see you. Even Aigis. Why Aigis???? Not like she was going to catch the flu. You rolled your eyes.

The buzzing of your phone followed your second sneeze in a row. You were really hoping one of your friends cared enough about you to text you. Maybe this time it wouldn't be wilduck burgers persuading you to buy their ‘super mystery X exclusive alien edition triple patty burger’. You were indeed pleased when you saw Minato's number pop-up.

“How are you?” You almost rolled your eyes again. “Sick.” You stared intently at the 'typing...' icon. “I'm coming up to see you.” You blinked a couple times at your screen. You had a sudden vision of him getting brutally executed by Mitsuru. You also didn't want to pass your illness to him, or have him see you in this puffy and runny nose condition. But also, you missed your boyfriend a lot. Mitsuru had you basically locked up like jail in your room for 3 days now.

You quickly hit backspace on your DO NOT DO THAT message, and instead opted for a “how???” He responded quickly. “don't worry about that.” Why did he have to be so cryptic. It didn't make him edgy or mysterious. Okay, yes it did and it definitely added to his charm, but that was besides the point.

You looked at your window. No, he wasn't about to learn how to fly. Or get a long ladder. Or would he get a long ladder? Your laugh quickly descended to a chesty cough. The boy of your heart was truly something. He clearly missed you, despite his casual demeanour.

You suddenly hear a raised authoritative voice. Oh. Mitsuru was not pleased. “You can't go up there! You are putting at risk all of us, not to mention the student body…!” Her voice resigned after Minato very nonchalantly walked into your room and locked the door behind him. Oh yeah, that's right. You forgot he literally does not care. You notice a large open container in his hands, all contents except a water bottle obscured to you.

“She won't be coming up here.” You give him a smile. “She’ll kill you, you know.” “That's a problem for later.” He found a seat on the edge of your bed, resting the back of his palm against your forehead. “You’re feverish.” You gave him a long hard look that said, ‘no way, really?’ but kept your mouth shut, since you were honestly so pleased he was here.

Setting the container down by your bed, he pulls out a small, cold wet towel to place on your forehead. You sigh happily as your scorching skin seems to lull slowly. He grabs one of your hands, and rests it in his lap as he holds it. Minato looks in your eyes as the room fills with a moment of silence. “No-one could keep me from you.” You have to look away so you don't make a fool of yourself. It's rare for him to be so blatant about his feelings for you. He didn't seem to care about your sniffling nose, your raspy voice, or your chapped lips. You were his love, after all.

Minato gently lifted your head, resting it in his lap. He propped you up to undo the ponytail you had messily done last night. It had soothed your burning shoulders then, but now it just ached. His fingers gently threaded through your hair, completely relieving the tension. You could not fathom why he had come so prepared, but he procured a hairbrush and began working through your hair slowly. It was such a soft act of intimacy, to actively look after you in this way. To never want anything in return. His satisfaction always seemed to derive from seeing you content. You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the moment, never wanting to leave.

After some time, the silence was interrupted with a: “…Oh yeah, I brought you your favourite snack.” You watch as he reached into the container again to procure you your gift. Your sickened state almost made you barrel towards tears, but you instead settle on pulling him into a sudden hug. You couldn't even care if you got him sick anymore. You left a trail of kisses from his collarbone all the way up to his cheeks, the edge of his mouth, and finally pressing against his lips. You stay there for quite sometime, your fingers now finding his hair instead. When you pull away, he looks vaguely amused, with the slightest smirk on his face.

“I think you forgot about your snack.”

#makoto yuki x reader #minato arisato x reader #dulcis asks #persona 3 x reader #p3 protagonist x reader #persona 3 reload #persona 3

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straighttohellbuddy · 2 years

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pretty best friends {Dream}

Anon asked: hello!! i saw that requests are open (i think? if not ignore this!!) and i was wondering if u could write a cc!dream x reader where the reader is maybe a faceless streamer as well, or dream just hasn’t seen her face yet for another reason and the first time he does he like… gets all quiet or something and reader thinks it’s bc he thinks theyre ugly and then dream is like “no it’s not that! never that.” djsjsjfroeod i love ur writing tysm!! 😽😽

Summary: Sometimes it's hard to explain what popular, faceless streamers go through to anyone else, so when you find someone whose good, if chaotic, vibes match up with yours, you'll hold onto that friendship tight so long as they feel like the right person to be around. So you're delighted to find that you and Dream operate on the same wavelength. What started as an MCC team up turns into an unshakable bond that you're both hell bent on making everyone else's problem.

Need to Know: They/Them. Popular Faceless Streamer!Reader. Suggestive discussions about CGI characters.

A/N: 3472 words. is this any good? Someone let me know. Can be read as platonic ! 💖 Seriously it's 5am and I'm catching a train in 10 minutes I've been up all night writing is this good???

"Am I nervous about being on Dream's team?" In the few hours before Minecraft Championship began, your nerves had gotten the better of you, so instead of psyching yourself out, you'd gone live early on the training map, "now; no. A few days ago? God, absolutely," you admitted with a warm laugh, "but considering I was acting weird the first time I got to talk to him, and now he's still messaging me to chat, and not just about MCC things, I figure it's on him."

Despite your lack of a camera, your chat could clearly hear how wide you were smiling, already sounding fond despite the relative youth of the friendship you were discussing.

"I was running on not a lot of sleep, and like, I wanna say professional fear," you huffed with faint amusement, "because, like I wasn't starstruck because oh my god its Dream, but more like, I haven't had enough sleep and I'm talking to a man with more followers than there are people living in Australia, you know?"

[Dream: bold of you to assume I am ever well rested either 😂] flashed up in your chat for a moment for everyone to see, and though they couldn't see the surprise on your face, the silence is deafening.

"Shut up, he's here, everyone be cool," you began babbling, "Dream I swear I'm not usually this shit at To Get To The Other Side, I promise," you laughed awkwardly, right before you eat shit on the training map. Then, after a moment, you switch tactics; "also, hey Dream, call me and tell everyone that I'm not lying and we are becoming friends."

It takes a few long moments as you loiter on the training map, looking through comments, many of which were doubtful, before everyone hears the Discord call noise.

"Mods ban everyone who doubted me," you announce triumphantly before you even say hello, and everyone hears Dream's laughter echo across your stream.

"Hello to you too," he chuckles.

"Hi bestie," you play up your closeness, but still he plays along.

"Hey new bestie."

A long moment of silence follows, which you eventually break with a sigh.

"I'm sorry, you didn't need to actually call, I was just being a menace," you admitted sheepishly, starting a new game.

"What are friends for?" Dream responded with easily, and you immediately hit menu and left the server.

"Dude!" You crowed.

"Dude, what?"

"Dude, I was being a menace, you're so nice!" You sound a little muffled, as if covering your face with your hands. Again, Dream laughs, again, it's a kinder sound than you feel like you deserve considering the context.

"We were doing Smash or Pass with the CGI creatures in Spy Kids 2, which I suggested," Dream points out, putting you both on blast in an instant, "and not only were you cool with that, but we both want to smash the Spider-Monkey, so now we're friends. I don't make the rules."

"It's the objectively correct answer," you don't even hesitate before answering, mouth moving faster than your brain, and face still presumably in your hands, "look at that creature and tell me he doesn't; one, sling phenomenal dick, and two, both know and practice aftercare." As you're speaking, if only to provide context for your audience, you tab away from Minecraft to Google image search the Spy Kids 2 Spider-Monkey.

"Yeah, I read your messages, I agree on all fronts; the Spider-Monkey is a service top and would treat us right," Dream added sagely, "but what I'm saying is the fact that we had in depth discussions about our reasoning behind whether we would smash or pass these CGI creatures has forged a friendship that I refuse to back out of."

"That's why you agreed to be my friend?" Your tone was strangely fond at that revelation.

"No, I agreed to be your friend because I posted a Thumb-Thumb from the first movie in our team's chat and you answered 'smash' in all capitals three seconds after I posted it, followed by 'what that thumb do', again, all capitals -"

"I hadn't had a lot of sleep!" You cut in to defend yourself, still sounding vaguely embarrassed.

"I was impressed by your fucking conviction!" He shouts, but the bright affection in his voice keeps him from sounding too aggressive. A few seconds of silence followed, and you tabbed back to Minecraft.

"To those in chat wondering," Dream sounds more than a little amused as he broke the silence, "I hadn't asked Smash or Pass, I literally just posted a picture of the Thumb-Thumb in the group chat; they responded before I had a chance to follow up."

"I don't know what I was thinking," you mumbled, sounding all kinds of bashful.

"I want to study you," you could hear him smirking. It was easy to play up your embarrassment when your chat couldn't see you grinning, "for the record you were really quiet when we first all met in the VC, so it surprised me - in a good way, of course."

"A good way?" You asked dubiously.

"Hey, if it wasn't, I wouldn't have DMed you to follow up, I wouldn't have bothered to watch your stream to try and get to know you better, and I wouldn't have called when you asked," he points out with a strangely kind bluntness to his words. You're once again quietly, ruminating on his words as a warmth blooms in your chest.

"Okay now I am kind of starstruck," you mumble, flustered and fond, "you need me to fight someone for you I definitely will," which gets him to laugh, and begins your long, public history of being a Dream Stan on main.

After your group places 4th in MCC, you anticipate your fast-formed friendship with Dream to fade considerably. You tell yourself you don't mind, that that's what happens; you're friends now, sure, but you shouldn't expect to be especially close.

But he's still just as quick to answer you. He starts conversations. He calls you just because he's had a strange thought he wants to talk through with someone, and you're one of his first choices, so of course you start calling him in similar situations. It doesn't take long for a script to form, even if it's just between the two of you, neither live, even sometimes bleeding into your DMs; Bestie, I've had a thought. / Terrifying, continue.

While you don't interact live often anymore, you speak in private almost daily, and neither of you forgets the joke even when the other isn't around to hear it. Jokes about stanning turn to jokes about simping, made all the more amusing by neither of you knowing what the other even looks like.

While you begin to develop a solid friendship with George and Sapnap along the way, so too does Dream get to know your own housemate, an ASMR YouTuber who is kind but bemused by your burgeoning friendship with one of the biggest names on the platform. Still, she gets along well just as you do with the rest of the Dream Team.

And when your housemate moves out and you're by yourself in the little two-bedroom apartment, they make sure you never feel lonely.

While live interactions were limited, you never hesitated to defend one another, no matter the platform. Mods in your streams quickly learned that if vitriolic Dream-Antis weren't banned before they properly got your attention, you would put them on blast without a shred of mercy.

[the bit is dead. you and dream don't give a shit about each other we know this is for clout. let it go] pops up as a donation that slipped through the cracks, and you, who had been ranking notable Cyberpunk NPCs on a tier list, and had mentioned in an offhand way that you and Dream got into an argument about some of the A-Tier choices, go dead silent.

The mood drops.

"Can you please explain how?" Voice absolutely poisonous and calm, you let your mouse rest idle in the middle of the screen, "mods let them speak; can you bring up this proof that everyone knows about that insinuates that my friendship with Dream is a spiteful bit on my behalf?" And you wait.

[everyone knows. obviously. you guys aren't friends you don't ever talk]

"Obviously," you give a thin-lipped smile that no-one sees as you read a message from Dream himself, asking if you want him to call. You hit call and continue to address the troll, "not that I have anything to prove to you, or anyone," you drawled, feeling rather smug seeing that Dream had picked up, "hey bestie, sorry to interrupt your hot boy shit, but get a load of this clown," you snorted.

"You want me to ban them?" Dream asks with the kind of lazy, smug confidence that was rarely warranted in your shared discussions, but made a pleasant little shiver run down your spine every time you heard it. Chat was screaming.

"That's right, you have mod privileges on my streams, don't you?" Your tone is frankly catty, so full of smug confidence that even without a visual your audience is practically able to picture your smile.

"Yeah, you gave them to me months before we even talked about you joining the SMP -" Dream's own tone shifts as he stops matching your energy to menace you on your own stream. As anticipated, it broke you into disbelieving laughter as you shrieked for a moment.

"You're such a dick!" You laughed brightly, "I've been building up that will-they-wont-they-invite-me bit since MCC!"

"Okay, bye bestie, love you!" Dream announced cheerfully over the top of your dismay before immediately hanging up the call. While you're half-groaning, half-laughing at his sheer audacity, one of your other mods was quick to post that this is how people knew you were actually good friends, and for once your chat was in absolute agreement. At least when they weren't begging you for details on your SMP character and when you might finally join.

"I never said I accepted the invite," you tried to play coy, but it was futile, "he's so lucky he's cute."

Thankfully the overall reception to Dream's brief cameo was positive, and at least for a few days the people claiming you were a clout chaser quietened down. It's a brief reprieve but you're still glad for it.

In some ways you found it easier being faceless online; it's easier to disconnect yourself from a lot of the baseless hate. That being said, you found yourself, like many of your faceless fellow creators, to be a lightning rod for speculation and cruel potential comparisons. And more than anything, people went to horrifying lengths to try and discover your true identity behind the screen.

"Would you ever do a proper face reveal?" You hear yourself asking Dream at an hour that's arguably both too late and too early.

"I mean I want to," he admits, "I want to meet my friends and fans and make IRL content, you know?" Serious conversations were happening more and more often between you two. Maybe it's a sign of closeness, "but still the idea kind of freaks me out, like I'm losing a safety net. I love Sap and George but now that they're out there it's like they've kind of forgotten what it's like, and now my numbers are fucking astronomical, it's..." The way he signs betrays just how exhausted he was by certain aspects of his success.

"I know..." While your numbers may not be even close to Dream's, you've still got a few million subscribers of your own, and know all too well how the pressure aches. Still, you try to lighten the mood, "I'll make you my lock screen."

"What, now?" He laughs with confusion

"After your face reveal I'll make you my lock screen," you tell him with complete sincerity. You're not completely sure what reaction you're hoping for, but silence isn't it.

"Dream?"

"I've had an idea," he muses, sounding suddenly energetic, and you don't even have time to make an intrigued noise before he's continuing, "we should meet up."

"In person?"

"Yeah, you come to me or I'll come to you," enthusiasm is spilling from him, and you hear him begin to frantically type. You, however, are far more hesitant.

"Why? What would be the point?" And at your question, the tapping of the keys goes silent.

"I wanna hang out with you?" He says a little awkwardly, almost like it's a question, "I want to see you in person? You're one of my best friends? I think it'd be funny for two of the biggest faceless streamers to do a meet-up before either of us face reveal? Take your pick," he sounds a little defensive.

"I-" you find yourself touched by the sentiment, overwhelmed at his words, "I know we are friends, and I know it's kind of something we joke about, but I always figured, you know, you had George and Sap and..." you feel your chest swell with pride, "do you really think of me as one of your best friends?"

A long silence follows.

"Do you not?" He asks, sounding a little disappointed, which has you backpedaling almost immediately.

"Of course I do, but I don't -" you hesitate before admitting, "I don't really have any other best friends. I like my housemate but ours is a convenience thing more than anything else."

"You're a different kind of best friend to Sap or George, or you know, even different to Karl or Q," he tells you after a few moments of deliberation, but at least he seems to be in better spirits, "but yeah, I still consider you one of my best friends." The typing on his end of the call has tentatively resumed.

"What kind of different?" You ask gently, and are again met with hesitation.

"There's parts of how I..." He trails off and hums thoughtfully, trying to organise his thoughts, "the way we exist online- no... I mean yes but it's not quite..." Then, carefully, "you know me," and he lets it hang in the silence between you both, and you give him the time to elaborate, heart in your throat, "you know me in a way that's very hard to describe and so much harder to find, because I feel like you know me in the nichest way, you know? Since that random-ass call the day of MCC, I was like, sure about you in a way that I'd never been about another person. Like safe - I mean," and he splutters half sentences again for a few moments, like he hadn't quite meant to admit that last part, but you're glad he did. You knew exactly what feeling he was talking about, the one that burned deep in your chest, that you knew you could never dream to find the words for.

You tell him your address.

He goes quiet.

The typing continues.

"So this is it, I'm coming to visit," suddenly he sounds nervous, and despite feeling that too, you can't help but grin.

"How soon?"

"Two days?"

"Two days!" The way you cheer in confirmation is cathartic for you both; you hear him definitely hit enter to purchase the plane ticket, and he laughs like he can't believe it's really happening. Then, as the laughter dies down, your voice turns quiet and fond, "you make me feel safe too, Dream."

"Stop," he sounds plaintive but still somehow bright, "I already kind of feel like I'm about to cry, I can't believe I get to see you so soon."

"So soon," you echo the affirmation with a smile.

To celebrate you watch and movie together, ending up falling asleep on the call. All you feel when you wake is how giddy you are knowing how soon it would be until you saw your best friend in person, finally!

He insists on taking an Uber from the airport, wants your first time seeing each other to be somewhere your voices have no chance of getting recognised, so by the time you buzz him into your building your practically sick with anticipation. Pacing with your earbuds in, something about hearing the echo of his real voice at your front door just ahead of hearing him in the call, it makes it all feel so real.

"I'm gonna hang up and knock now," his tone is so gentle, like he can tell you're freaking out more than he is right now.

"Okay, love you," you blurt out on tense instinct. He hangs up but you can hear his fond laughter the moment before he starts to knock. He doesn't even get a third knock in before you've wrenched the door open, heartbeat in your ears, absolutely clueless on what to expect -

He's real. He's a real person and he's standing in front of you and your best friend Dream has kind eyes. Around the time you register that this isn't a trick, that he's got wavy hair and he's tall and pale as all fuck, you realise that you're definitely checking him out, which somehow feels weirder when it hits you that he's actually very handsome. He had a place in your heart pretty much since you met him, but this is a welcome surprise.

"Do you wanna come in?" You asked with a little laugh, stepping to the side and gesturing him in. His expression was unreadable as he stepped past you, "it's good to see you," you tried, but once you closed the door and turned around, you couldn't help but feel self conscious.

"Come on man, this is really me, I'd rather you not do a bit, I've been cleaning but I tried to -" you dip your gaze to avoid looking at him, scouring your outfit for any stains you made have noticed, hoping his reaction was to something you could fix -

"This isn't a bit, sorry, I promise," he says in a rush, stepping forward. When you finally look back up, he's smiling at you, hand hovering like he went to touch your cheek but he's not sure he's allowed, "I cannot believe you've been this pretty behind the screen this entire time, this is so unfair, I could have bought a plane ticket months ago."

Slowly, as his words sink in, you feel yourself beginning to grin and grow flustered.

"Okay, this bit I approve of -"

"Who says it's a bit?" He crowed, stepping closer to you, cupping your face with his hand, "look at your face, this isn't a bit, you're hot! Who let you be hot?" And you know that tone, have heard that smile in his words before; the fact that this smile was behind it every time?

"No, shut up, you're not allowed to simp over me, I'm meant to be simping over you; you just finished a plane and uber ride, how are you not a hot mess? Who let you be hot?" And immediately he's turning red, basking in your compliments with a wide grin.

"We're gonna be insufferable on stream, aren't we?"

"Without a doubt," you beam, and finally you pull each other into a tight hug.

After dinner you drag a second chair into what is now your office, making sure the space was set up for you both to be comfortable. Once your computer is booting up, he pulls out his phone and instructs you to make half a heart with your hand in front of the computer. He completes the heart with his own and snaps a photo, your aesthetic set up in the background.

[am I really in @Y/N's apartment IRL for the most convoluted meet up ever or am i very good at photoshop? idk you decide] is how he captions the photo, which you immediately retweet onto your main account with a link to your Twitch.

"I ain't ever seen two pretty best friends!" You quote loudly at your chat to start your stream, immediately causing Dream to laugh, leaning over to press his forehead against your shoulder while you continued on strong, "and neither will you! Welcome to the most confusing and least provable meet up! Special guest Dream, do you wanna say hello?"

"I do," he wheezed, "I'm special guest Dream, coming to you live from Y/N's office, believe it or not!"

"I'm seeing a lot of non believers here," you mumbled with faux disappointment.

"They don't have to believe," Dream points out, far less performative than he'd been a moment ago. When he smiles at you, something eases in your chest. There's no weird tension, or uncomfortable silences, or doubt. Your best friend is by your side; the only thing that matters in this moment is him.

#dream imagine #dream x reader #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken x reader #dream team imagine #cyltlanp #Spotify #we fell in love in october event

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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i ADORE your oneshots ❤️ could you write something like: you're at a friends party, where you meet JQ (who happens to be a friend of a friend of a friend...). just like everybody else you don't mention that you know Joe/ that he's famous. Later in the evening you begin talking and flirting with him. Make the ending that you think fits (smutty or fluffy, anything's fine)

Omg I adore you anon 🥰 I'm not feeling too good tonight, so I hope my writings up to a high standard for you!

Thank you so much for your request and a huge thank you for your patience in being answered angel x

Warnings: flirty full fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

Not Just A Surprise Party.

It all started with a surprise 30th birthday party for one of your closest friends in the whole world, you'd managed to get out of working your extra hours just to be able to attend and it was something you weren't going to miss for anything. As you and the other guests started to arrive early before the birthday girl made her appearance, all groups mingled in every corner of the room, clinking drinks together and laughing in high spirits, people who your friend had met in all her walks of life with a few acquaintances and plus one's in between.

The moment you were all huddled around the corner, sniggering and shushing one another to be quiet as it was made known quite suddenly that she was in the car park with her sister and mum about to come inside, you were pushed next to the side of a new yet familiar face. "I'm so sorry, I was shoved into you." you whispered as you saw nothing but earthy brown eyes staring back at you, a slight smile rising. "It's no problem, love. Shove me all you want." You both let out a giggle turning to face the front doors, not the time to be flirting. The lights halted, and you were all waiting in complete darkness now. Your friend walked into the room and in an awful unison, you all shouted out "SURPRISE!" Yeah, the real scenes of a surprise party were never like the perfect reactions in the movies.

You all quickly spread back apart, looking to the side of you the mysterious guy had been dragged back by his friends to their table they obtained together. You shook your head from your thoughts and went over to greet your friend in a hug asking all the irrelevant questions she'd probably already been asked by 75% of the people there. 'Were you surprised?!' or 'Did you have an incline at all?'

Champagne bottles were popped by the workers at each table, buffet carts filled with party foods and snacks delivered which were tasty as hell, you all piled your plates high. Whilst in mid conversation with one of your friends at the table, you glanced over to his table, you were still trying to figure out why you recognized him, but you kept it to yourself, but you were caught and looked away quite abruptly when you noticed his gaze was burning right back at you.

Within the next hour and a few glasses of champagne deep, you were practically hauled over to the bar by your girlfriends as they insisted on tequila and plenty of it. 2 shots each to be precise. You all the held the usual routine of licking the salt, taking the shot and sucking the life out of the lime wedge one by one, howling with laughter at each other's reactions; yours was of the course the one that got the most attention by the second when you lent your arm over the bar and almost regurgitated your food back up, heaving so melodramatically. The sounds you were making so loud, it pricked onto the ears of other groups of people too who were pointing and laughing, including the guy who had clearly had a hold on your thoughts and vice versa, specifically now.

Of course, you weren't sick, and you continued to drink like it'd never happened, you just had to get over yourself and the embarrassment first. Another hour passing by through glasses full on the tables and the DJ had eventually started playing the music louder, cheesy banger after cheesy banger, the lights dimmed down now everyone had finished eating and you and your friends were first up on the dancefloor when your excitedly and slightly merry minds were filled with the sounds of one of your favourite pop songs.

You were being watched as you had been pretty much from the moment he laid eyes on you, he'd tried to get as much information out of the people around him that knew of you and was pretty happy on what he received. His friend took notice of the way he watched you dance, twirling around the dance floor and singing your heart out to every song that played. "Mate, if you don't go over and talk to that girl soon, I'm going to do it for you." He pushed his friends arm playfully. "We already talked." he answered bluntly, a smile creeping onto his face mirroring the toothy grin you were showing whilst nailing every lyric. "I mean for more than 5 seconds." He flipped his friend a lone middle finger straight into his eyeline and walked on out of the entrance to light up a cigarette to allow himself to work up some courage and give him time to think on how to approach you at some point again tonight.

His opportunity was arriving in no time - you wandered out of the double doors looking up into the starry night, a cigarette hanging loosely on your lips as you crossed the opening of your denim jacket to hug you tightly as the cold air hit you. You didn't even notice him until you spoke.

"Need a light?"

Your breathing practically stopped as you turned around to see those beautiful brown eyes again, something so magical in them as you watched the sparkle intensify from the reflection of the moonlight.

"Lifesaver." You had a lighter, you just chose to use his instead. He held the lighter up to it, the flame surrounding the end as it set alight and you took a deep breath in, clutching at the cigarette between your fingers and releasing the smoke from your mouth.

"I'm Joe." that adorable little smile you'd seen earlier on was back.

"I'm Y/N."

"Nice to finally be able to put a name to the pretty girl that was 'shoved into me'." He held two fingers up either side of his head making quotations. Pretty.

You laughed and pursed your lips up to him. "I-I was!"

"Then why are you being so defensive about it?" the low chuckle that erupted from his chest which in turn had your stomach feeling like it was doing somersaults, you were acting so guilty over something that did genuinely happen by accident. You argued flirtatiously back and forth until you humoured Joe, pretending that his findings were correct, and you had meant to shove him to make your presence known.

You knew full well of why you had recognised him so much after talking to him outside and being able to get a good look at him long enough, but you never brought it up - no big deal, the flirting and flowing conversation took your mind away from his crazy celebrity status and maybe you'd bring it up another time if you ever spoke to him again after tonight, though it seriously didn't matter; he was just a normal person here at the party just like everybody else.

"Think we can go back in, I'm freezing." Not that he couldn't tell, he just didn't want the moment to end, the relief of nobody bringing up Joe's job up once tonight meant that he could truly be himself and he'd come to feel so at ease with you so quickly, he decided to throw out the first question that came into his head so he could keep you around him a little longer.

"If we go back in, does that mean you'll have a drink with me?"

"I'll think about it."

"I promise it won't be tequila." The subtle hint that he had seen you wretch at the bar before made your mouth fall open into an 'O' shape.

"Y-you saw that?" A mental facepalm moment.

"Oh love, we ALL saw that." He laughed and ushered you back inside before you could reply.

As you entered the warmth, the now extremely crowded dancefloor had your friends lost amongst somewhere in the middle, latching onto Joe's hand as he pulled you around the edges of the people, a few excuse me's yelled in between and straight over to the bar.

"What will your drink of choice be, beautiful?" Again, with the bloody pet names.

"Whatever you're having, I trust you." You don't even know the man, how could you even come out with that, must be the compliment and alcohol fuelled confidence.

Joe ordered two martinis and as he was prompted to pay, you tapped your card onto the machine paying for them both. Joe's head flew back in surprise. Didn't see that one coming.

"Hey! I said I was buying!"

"Just a way of an apology for 'shoving into you' earlier." Your hands reciprocated that of the quotation marks he'd made before.

"You seriously didn't have to do that."

You clinked your glasses together and sipped on your drinks, finding a quieter spot in the corner to enjoy your beverages and each other's company; a short-lived moment when one of your friends rushed over. "Hi Y/N and um guy I don't know. Dance. Now!" Joe shot a hand up to wiggle a wave at her as she pulled on your hand, stretching your arm out and you took a deep sigh internally. You hovered your face falling back to Joe and nodded your head to the dancefloor. "Fuck it, why not." You gave in pulling your weight down onto the chair and rose to your feet, grabbing at Joe's hand and pulling him up behind you to bring him along, leaving the drinks behind.

You made your way into the middle of the dance floor where you found the rest of your group and introduced them all to Joe. It was safe to say that Joe's dance moves were nothing short of hilarious, he was trying his best to sing every word he possibly could remember to the songs playing. The fact he was clearly not in the slightest bit phased by being a little chaotic in front of your friends, the certainty that he was doing all of this just to be around you was electrifying. The song ended and he uttered a smile so sweet and so personal at you that you couldn't quite stop the eruption of butterflies fluttering around your heart unanimously.

The cords of the next song began to play in slow motion, the Killers classic of Mr Brightside earnt a huge squeal from everyone in the crowd, an absolute drinking favourite. As the first verse started, you watched Joe as he mastered the lyrics, throwing his head back and hands in the air loving every moment, the bridge to the song had him intertwining his fingers with yours and raising your arm to follow his and the chorus saw you both jumping in unison together, not so much singing anymore but squawking right at each other, living for the moment completely.

As the song ended, Joe's friend had spotted him and launched himself onto his back without warning, you let go of his hand and began to bark laughter at the silliness you were witnessing when he turned around to hug his friend, delighted to be reunited after a short time. "You still crashing at mine mate, you'd better bid farewell unless you're planning on pulling her?"

Joe's brows furrowed at his friend, shaking his head mildly in a silent mutter of basically telling him to shut the fuck up before you heard anything. It was a fact to Joe that he was not the type of person to throw himself at someone when he'd only just met them, but he was instantly enamoured with you and it was hard not to consider it.

Your friend had noticed Joe's attention had been taken elsewhere by his and twirled you round to continue dancing, leaning forward into your ear she gave you the home truth you were already fully aware of "He's fucking gorgeous Y/N and don't pretend that you're not crushing because it's not like you to just randomly make an effort with a guy this much." You pulled the same face at her as Joe had previously just pulled at his friend.

Another interruption had you leaning your head back to find the face that had consumed your eyesight for the majority of the evening. "Can I talk to you for one second?"

Your friend listened in and leaned in-between you. "Make it quick, she's mine and I don't share my best friend well."

"I promise she'll be back to you soon."

Joe offered you his hand, hollered goodbye to your friends as he pulled you back into the cold night.

"One more before I go?"

Your heart sank at the realisation of him leaving, it was now or never, and you knew exactly what you wanted but you decided to wait till the very last minute to see what came of the moment.

You pulled out a cigarette from the packet and he lit both of them.

"This party turned out to be pretty good after all." Joe said shyly looking down at the ground and then slowly back to you.

"After all? You didn't expect it to be?"

"Not until this girl fell into me unexpectedly and had me gawking at her, then when we got talking, I got to find that she is as beautiful inside as she is out."

You moved closer to one another as you simultaneously took a drag from your smokes. "Oh, I heard about her; I think she likes you too."

"So, she won't mind if I-"

You'd had enough of the small talk, reaching your hand back so you didn't burn him with your cigarette, you met your other hand with his cheek, it stung a little at the warmth held on it, but the excitement overuled it, it remained there when your lips met his, slowly kissing into him as he returned it, only using his spare hand to pull you in closer by your waist.

The kiss was short but sweet and you pulled away, the familiar smile's that were once small, beamed.

"You think I can get your number?" Joe's voice hitched as he nervously popped the question.

"Only if you promise to call me tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's too long away, but I promise I'll text you as soon as I get home." He paused for a second, using any confidence he'd got left to let you know his deepest desire. "I'd love to see you again Y/N."

Joe passed you his phone after you flicked the butt of your cigarette away and tapped in your number, adding yourself to his contacts, passing it him back as he shot a look down to it. The contact information was open, and the name read 'Pretty Girl ❤' you'd not forgotten what he had said before in a hurry.

"Then ask me?" your eyes clashed a final time.

"Tomorrow to soon?"

"Tomorrow's perfect."

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thatonegenshinsimp · 1 year

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Hello! I love your writing sm aAAHHH they're so nEATO nbhjBFVJHF

aA can I make a small request of Childe and a shy S/O who's quiet/not so vocal in bed? Well, they'd make some sounds but they're quiet. Those two have had their intimate moments together but it's usually always Childe that's initiating it. So one day they're the one initiating it for the first time, but since they're shy... They're far too embarrassed to ask. Ignoring their 'problem' isn't going to help either, so they try to figure out how to ask him or get his attention... They get noticeably clingy and flustered, holding onto him whilst trying to figure out how to ask.

But Childe figures it out and did notice their behavior. =^)

I'm not sure if you're okay with this but I hope you'll have a good day!!

Hello anon! I’m glad you like my writing and of course! Childe is such a fun character to write for tbh. Anyways, enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, sub! reader, creampie, tried to keep it gn! so let me know if there's any mistakes with pronouns or anatomy!

NSFW below, Minors DNI, by scrolling down past this point, you have chosen to read the content below of your own accord!

In your time dating Ajax, he’d always been the flirty and dominant one in your relationship. That worked just fine for you, with him seeming to choose the times you were also in the mood to ask you if the two of you could go somewhere less… public. He was very attentive to your needs and wants, which you thankfully didn’t have to voice most of the time. You weren’t the best with communicating those things since you were usually quiet and reserved. However, this time was different.

Childe had been at work for the past two weeks without so much as visiting you or taking much of a break. You were worried about him, yes, but you were also getting very needy for him as of late, too. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the time for the moment, but promised that he’d give you all the love and affection you could ever ask for once his schedule was freed up a little more. Thankfully, it was now, for the next two weeks with Lantern Rite going on in Liyue, but things usually stopped at cuddles and light kisses, and you didn’t know how to ask him to go further. You didn’t want to fumble your words or say something dumb, so you simply… didn’t. You didn’t utter a single word whenever his hands went a little too low for it to be considered an accident. You didn’t say a thing when he would kiss your neck or have his hands under your shirt. He was teasing you, and you didn’t have the wherewithal to say anything. You’d tried everything to get him to understand that you wanted him, but he pretended not to notice. Little did you know, he had been planning this for a while. He wanted you to ask him, even if only once, to do something to you. He understood that you were shy, but everyone can talk if they’re either coaxed enough or pushed far enough, and he chose the ladder. It was on a rainy day in Liyue harbor that he watched you walk up to him, gently tapping him on the shoulder and waiting for him to stop reading the book he was reading. “Hm? Oh, hey. What is it? You look a bit nervous.” He said, a teasing lilt to his voice as lust swam in the deep depths of his ocean blue eyes. “I- I um…” you froze up like you usually did, not able to go further. “Ooh, can I guess?” He asked, causing you to nod. “Do you need some water? You look kind of thirsty.” He said, causing you to shake your head. “You want something?” He asked, causing you to nod with a hopeful smile on your face. “Well, what do you want?” He asked, watching as your smile turned nervous again. “I want… I…” you bit your lip and then finally looked up at him. “You.” You replied, your voice barely above a whisper when you spoke. He thought to tease you further, but when he saw the prominent red hue your face had taken on, he decided against it. “Aww, why didn’t you say so?” He asked, laughing as you glared up at him. “Alright, I’m kidding, come on.” He said, leading you upstairs.

You were grateful he'd stopped trying to make you be more assertive, and instead decided to just let you do your own thing like he usually did. "You want me to take care of you?" he asked, causing you to nod. He hummed softly, picking you up and immediately helping to undress you. You, finally deciding to be a little more bold, slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, before lowering your hands as you looked at his scarred chest. You always loved to trace over them after a long night shared between the two of you. Ajax finished undressing you and finally laid you down against the mattress once he'd finished undressing himself. You sighed softly when your back hit the bed, watching as he gently grabbed one of your hands and kissed your knuckles. His other hand made its way further downward as he started to play with your hole, slipping his fingers in and scissoring them to prep you. You whined softly as he pulled them out when he was sure you were ready, smirking down at you as you gazed back up at him through eyes half lidded and glazed over with lust. "Ajax, please." you whispered, causing him to smile softly. "Ok, I've been teasing you enough today, anyway." he said, before he positioned himself against your entrance and slowly slid in, causing you to flinch slightly and shut your eyes tightly from the burn of him stretching you out even further. "Hah~ so tight- shit." he whispered, pressing his lips hotly against your neck as you tried to relax. You shuddered softly as he kept kissing your bare neck and shoulders, whimpering and sighing against his mouth when he finally kissed you on your lips. Ajax slowly slid the rest of the way in until his hips were pressed fully against yours, looking down at you with a much gentler gaze now. "There we go, just relax, I've got you." he reassured, smoothing his hands up your hips and pressing his forehead against yours. You nodded before feeling him start to gently roll his hips against yours so as not to hurt you. You couldn't help but moan softly as he started a slow pace, his thrusts gaining rhythm quickly as he made you a mess of quiet whimpers and moans. You reached up and tangled your hands in his hair, pulling him down to kiss him. He gladly accepted, kissing you back and pouring his love and adoration into each movement of his hips against yours. You moaned a little louder when he hit your sweet spot, your hips jolting upwards before he held them down. Childe slowly kept going, grinding himself against that one spot that made you clench around him and moan loudly. "Hnn~ o-oh, right th-there- Ahhn~! Ajax, please~!" you cried, tears beading in the corners of your eyes and slowly rolling down your face as he thumbed them away and kept moving. You felt the knot in your lower abdomen get tighter, grinding your hips up into his as he met your thrusts half way, his pace getting sloppier as he tried to hold himself back long enough to let you cum first. "Come on, let go, I know you want to." he breathed, kissing your neck again. "AhnNg~ m'cumming cumming- Ahhh~!" you moaned into his neck as you came, wrapping your legs around his waist as he kissed you gently, a stark contrast to the way he wildly slammed his hips into yours. Your eyes rolled back when he came, stuffing you full of his cum as he shot thick ropes of sticky white against your inner walls, gasping as you milked him for all he was worth. You kept his hips against yours as he kissed you again. "S-s'good- fuck- take it all." he groaned, as he stilled his hips against yours.

He panted and sighed once he'd calmed down a little, smoothing his hands up your back. "Did that feel good?" he asked, watching as you nodded in response. "Mhmm, felt s'good, m'tired. I wanna sleep." you said, kissing him on the neck as he looked down at you. Childe braced himself on one arm and held you still with the other, pulling out and watching as his cum gushed out of you and further soiled the sheets below. He paid that no mind as he picked you up and let you lean against him as you slept soundly in his arms. He carried you to the bathtub and slowly cleaned you up. He made sure that any marks he left on your body were properly cared for before he kissed your temple and wrapped you up in a fuzzy, warm towel. He then quickly went to change the sheets, before finishing drying you off and laying you down under the covers. He slipped in bed beside you and held you close, wrapping his arms around you as he drifted off to sleep as well.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #childe #childe genshin impact #childe x reader #childe x reader smut

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hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog · 2 months

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I lowkey love seeing all the stuff people are coming up with Radio Guard, the angst and more (seriously the way i laughed when an anon suggest everyone having to hold back Radio Guard Al from killing Valentino, very accurate fhdjkf)

And while I am tempted to add fuel to the angst fire, imma instead add fluff to sooth it out. and some angst

In Radio Guard, Alastor is always the last to sleep as he spends his time waiting for everyone to return to the hotel. Usually. Sometimes he is asleep at the bar or passed out on the couch for waiting so long. And yeah, he knows he DOESNT have to do this. Really, he is only meant to protect Charlie buuut the hotel is also part OF Charlie in a weird way since its her dream which mean so are the residents, so it counts (no he will never admit its because he actually worries for everyone and wants them to come back safe and sound, its totally only because its Charlie's dream. Husker stop smirking).

One of the people he waits for the most is Angel Dust given his unique work schedule under Val. And even if Alastor didn't already have problems with Val already due to his history with him through Vox, you sure as hell bet Alastor would know due to his treatment of Angel. Al is usually the first to help Angel out next to Charlie, while respecting any boundaries Angel places down. Don't want people barging in? Alastor will knock first and wait for you to tell him to come in. Don't want to be touched? That's fine, Alastor is cool with that. He probably has also introduced Angel to Rosie, but then again, but this point, nearly everyone in hotel may know who Rosie is so that is no shock.

Most of the time when Angel comes home, lookin tired and beat, or ragged and stressed and if Charlie isn't around. Alastor is offering his jacket to wrap the spider in and asking Nifty to go run Angel a warm bath and grab all the nice scented stuff for him to. Al would also ask husk to make Angel a drink, but the bartender is already on it, making the strongest cocktail or the calmest cup of tea depending on Angel's mood.

Because of this, Angel and Alastor have a better relationship than in canon. Its a clear budding friendship born from wanting to help and not used to be treated with kindness. Because of this, Alastor is more willing to humor Angel's antics while Angel heavily respects any boundaries Alastor puts in place and Alastor's antics too. Example, the moment Alastor made it super clear he does not like any sexual remarks, Angel puts a stop to them quickly. He does still playfully flirt with Alastor which has resulted in a pillow getting thrown in his face, but he does it all in pure humor, not actually to woo Al which Alastor knows.

Alastor and Husk also Angel out with transporting stuff when he has to do so many jobs for the Vees (mainly Velvet and Val since I like to imagine, and this isnt even Radio guard stuff, this implies to canon too, they collab on stuff a lot be fashion or whatever and Angel is the poor fool who has to deal with it). And I'll admit, they also have their own reasonings to do it too, that aren't just helping Angel.

Husk does it because, while yes, it is to mainly help Angel, he also does it to see if he can find Angel's contract. Husk is lucky in this AU since Alastor changed the rules of the contract by granting him almost all his former Overlord power, but he knows others aren't and he will be damned to let Angel suffer.

Alastor does it because he A.) wants to find the contract too because fuck Val and B.) he likes to be a constant silent reminder for Val he fucking FAILED in getting rid of him with Vox (even tho Vox was manipulated/talked into getting rid of Alastor) and instead only made him stronger since Lucifer found a nearly dead Alastor which led to where he is now. Remind Val that his clock is ticking and the moment they find Angel's contract and Alastor gets full permission from Angel to kill Val, his wings are going to become something quite nice for the people he hurt or nice fuel for a the hotel's fireplace. (not like he gets to kill Val alone tho, both Vox and Angel want a piece of murdering Val pie fhdskf)

-⚔️ anon

Fluff is always appreciated my friend 🫶

Angel deserves the entire world its good to read about him getting support

#ask #⚔️ anon #radioguard au #hazbin hotel angel dust

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starstruckmoony · 1 year

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I am sooo glad you take requests! Feel free to decline this if you dont like the idea but can you write a fic with either James or Sirius (your choice :)) in which the reader fears intimacy and like has a hard time trusting people, which makes them not believe James/Sirius’ love so they think the flirting is just a friendship thing. And they cant understand why reader keeps running away but when they find out the reason James/Sirius tries to convince the reader to give their relationship a chance? I hope you like the idea, thank you so much in advance!!

thank you for the request anon!! sorry for taking too long with this, exams got in the way so my motivation for anything was pretty much below zero :") but i loooove this idea, so here you go! i hope you like it! <333

daylight.

masterlist

pairing - sirius black x reader

trope/tags - friends to lovers, fluff

word count - 3.6k

warnings - language

sirius black was what one may call a heartthrob. winning everybody over with the snap of a finger, being the main topic on everyone's diary pages, having people fall to their knees with a simple glance sent in their direction. some wanted to be him, some wanted him. he loved the attention, of course, the thrill of having so many people fall for you was rather addicting thing for a teenager, but he wanted someone else, and that someone just happened to be you. and it wasn't just a simple type of want, the "let's snog in the broomstick closet a couple of times till i get bored of you and find another", no. he wanted all of you. sirius black was in love, but it was really not going his way this time.

"i don't know why i keep getting rejected." sirius whined hopelessly, tossing his tie somewhere on the floor in frustration and slumping down onto his bed. the mattress squeaked from the impact, making remus look up from his open book.

"you've been on nine dates." james pointed out, trying to calm the other down. nine didn't seem like a big number to him (as he had gone on at least 30 with lily before she agreed to become his girlfriend), so the poor bloke got ignored. sirius kept on rambling thoughtlessly.

"that's the bloody problem, nine dates, prongs, nine! and you know what? they weren't even proper dates. not even proper dates! do you hear that? like are you getting that? not. even. proper. dates. fuck!" sirius grunted, falling back into his pillows with a rather distressed sounding sigh. remus rolled his eyes.

"they weren't?" peter chimed in. he wasn't usually the one who showed much interest in his friends' love lives, but he sure found whatever the hell sirius had going on with you rather intriguing.

"'it was lovely hanging out with you sirius, you're a wonderful friend.' after each and every single one so, no, don't think they were." peter felt guilty for cringing, and he could only look towards sirius with a sympathetic glance.

remus, on the other hand, was finding the situation a bit ridiculous. he simply couldn't suppress a snort, and sirius did not fail to catch it, "what are you laughing at?"

"you." he threw a pillow in remus' face.

"give it more time, mate, i'm sure it'll work out eventually." james was really trying his best to reassure his best friend, but it was never easy with sirius. especially not now that you were in question.

"don't you think i'm trying? i'm– fuck. fucking fuck." he put his face into his hands, groaning loudly in distress."i think i'm gonna go mental." he said dramatically.

"seems like you're very serious about this, sirius." remus said nonchalantly, drawing laughs from both james and peter. sirius inhaled sharply. he was, indeed, very serious about you. it wasn't everyday that he actually felt like he was falling somebody, and it certainly wasn't everyday that he, sirius black, one of the most confident blokes in the whole bloody school, was turning red trying to talk to a person. and you just kept rejecting him, subtly that is. friend this, friend that. friend, friend, friend. he loathed the word. he wanted you, and not in the platonic sense.

"you lot are shit mates, you know that?" sirius huffed angrily, crossing his arms and sulking like a frustrated toddler.

"we love you too, padfoot." james blew a kiss his way, jumping up onto his feet when sirius began chasing after him with a wand in hand. they sped down the stairs from the dormitories and into the common room - sirius was yelling and james was laughing hysterically. the pair ran past the sofa where you and lily were sitting. you were pretty sure they fell over somewhere outside the portrait hole and were probably wrestling judging by the sounds they were making.

"that's the man you fancy, huh?" marlene scoffed from the corner of the room, giving you a judgemental stare. you shrugged, scratching the back of your neck in thought. yes, that was the man you fancied indeed. sometimes you wondered why, but then he'd lock his eyes with yours and every sense of doubt and uncertainty would wipe itself away. it wasn't all that easy, though.

"and lily's gonna marry his other half," mary put a hand over her heart, "how romantic." she wiped away a fake tear.

"romantic?" marlene said in disgust.

"oh sod off, you two." lily rolled her eyes. "sirius isn't half-bad." her way of speaking was so honest, it was suspicious. you squinted your eyes at her skeptically.

"what? can't really chat shit when my boyfriend is basically the same, minus the lack of critical thinking and self-awareness." lily winked at you. you put your face into your hands, screaming into them. you heard mary snicker.

"are we talking about the same james?" marlene teased, raising an eyebrow. you suppressed a laugh.

"we get it, you hate men." remus rolled his eyes as he appeared in the common room, and let himself fall onto the couch right next to you. he stared at you in amusement when he noticed your regretful expression.

"something on your mind?" he questioned.

"sirius," mary coughed, "sirius." she coughed again.

"oh." remus laughed to himself, and then went quiet. you thought, hoped, that the conversation would come to an end there, but remus had different intentions.

"do i create drama or not?" he said in thought, trailing his eyes over you and your friends. you pursed your lips in thought.

"oh, please do, the last interesting thing that happened was when marlene and dorcas were found snogging in the forbidden forest after attempting to use the imperius curse on one another." mary said desperately.

"and that was two months ago." lily added.

"i hate all of you." marlene made a face, and stuck a hand down her pocket to pull out a cigarette.

"alright then," remus smirked, throwing an arm around you, "sirius threw a tantrum about five minutes ago because you keep rejecting him." your eyes widened. you stopped breathing for a moment. what the hell?

lily's jaw dropped in amusement, marlene burst out laughing, and mary appeared to be coming up with plans on how to organise your wedding ceremony. for real this time.

"i'm sorry, what? he what– he did– remus–" you stumbled over your words, not knowing how to form them. sirius fancies you. you flung yourself backwards into the couch, your face was painted with worry. sirius black threw a tantrum because you rejected him. sirius fucking black threw a tantrum because you rejected him. "merlin's bloody beard, what the hell?" you ran your hands through your hair, exhaling exhaustedly.

luckily, none of your friends were that oblivious, and they quickly noticed that you weren't taking piss acting like nothing of this sort had ever actually been brought to your attention.

"hey, why the face? that's good news!"

"am i experiencing the consequences of miscommunication again?"

"i thought you fancied him!"

"are you okay?"

questions, so many questions and shocked and confused faces left and right. as much as you hated to admit it, you did owe them an explanation. this wasn't the only occasion on which people tried to tell you sirius was into you, but it was different this time because it was coming from remus. sirius was into you. he was into you. he was fucking into you. he wasn't just playing around like he does with others.

"i know, mary. and no, remus. and yes, i do, marlene. and honestly, lily, i don't know." you said it all in one breath, tiredly sighing. you'd been head over heels for the man for years, yet it always felt off. no one knew why though, you never brought it up. your friends knew you fancied him, but you never dared to tell them why you were pushing him away whenever he tried to initiate something. in truth, you were afraid of relationships and you feared intimacy. it wasn't something you could just overcome overnight. you had a difficult time trusting others and you were always vary of who you shared your secrets with and who you would open up to, anyway. so the thing was, it only became worse when it actually came to dating and falling in love.

to top it all off, sirius was naturally flirty, so you too, naturally, brushed it off and chalked it up to his normal, daily behaviour. you'd seen him jokingly flirt and kiss james, and mary, and marlene, and even remus who slapped him for it once, so you simply couldn't envision sirius returning the feelings when he was acting like every single one of his friends was also his significant other. all of that put together felt like an absolute train wreck and you didn't know what to do about it.

both lily and remus soon had their arms around you, and were looking at each other as if they were trying to find a way to telecommunicate and figure out what was wrong. marlene and mary moved over from the corner they were sitting in to the floor, and they were in front of you, with worried and comforting eyes.

"you can say what's wrong, y/n, it's alright." mary said, squeezing your knee reassuringly.

"we won't tell a soul." marlene added with a smile.

"it's just that– i'm– fuck," you started, not knowing if you should talk. you met lily's troubled expression and swallowed the lump on your throat,"i'm so horrified of relationships and sirius is– he doesn't– i thought he was just fucking around and i don't even know if i can trust him to not break my heart and i just– he's the same with everyone, you know, flirting and and all that and i don't want to be hurt and it feels like shit. actual, fucking shit. and intimacy– merlin, don't even get me started– it's scaring me, all of it. and then in the end– i just start feeling like i won't ever be loved, like truly loved, you know?"

"y/n–"

"don't 'y/n' me and try to say you understand." you snapped, "do you know what it feels like? looking at everyone around you all cuddly and giggly with their boyfriends and girlfriends and then feeling like you're going bloody mental because you want it too but you're fucking terrified of it all and then you can't tell if the guy you're into likes you back or not because he flirts with anything that fucking moves and breathes? no, you don't." you bit the inside of your cheek in frustration, and then tried to wiggle out of lily and remus' grasp, but they held you back.

"listen, to me, y/n. it's okay, alright? you're not going mental, or insane or anything like that. and i can assure you're not the only one who's felt like that before." remus said the words a bit unsurely, but not untruthfully. you leaned your head onto lily's shoulder.

"but, what can i do about it? i can't just ignore it all and hope it goes away." you said honestly. you had no idea what to do, and you were afraid that you had no other option but the one you wanted to avoid most.

"well, talking to sirius would be a good start." mary suggested. the other three nodded along.

"and then what?"

"then, assuming that he'll understand what you're saying, you'll feel better and maybe even get a boyfriend who will accept your fears won't force you to do things you don't want to do." lily finished, smiling affirmatively.

"but what if it doesn't work?"

"fuck him." marlene said without thinking, "no really, fuck him. you deserve someone way better, not some slimy prat who can't even respect the person he bloody fancies."

"fuck who and when and where?" sirius entered the common room, appearing rather dishevelled.

"speak of the devil." remus spoke under his breath.

"definitely not you, black." marlene stood up from the floor, returning to her spot in the corner and picking up her cigarette which was sitting in a make-shift ashtray. he flipped her off, and then ascended the stairs to the boys' dormitories.

the following week, something shifted. it's not like you and sirius drifted apart, you didn't, but he stopped being... him? no more hand touching, no more kisses on the cheek. but there were more questions, more asking of what you're comfortable with rather than just doing it immediately. and that's when you began suspecting he overheard your conversation with remus and the girls as you had sort of forgotten him and james were just outside the portrait hole.

in reality, that wasn't really the case. sirius just became kind of, well, depressed. after his little outburst in the dormitories, he lost all of that little hope he had for starting a relationship with you. he didn't know what he was doing wrong, and why you kept putting him in the friendzone when his friends had been telling him that you were clearly into him. was it you? was it him? was it neither of those things?

he became cautious. didn't want to touch you anymore, scared thinking that it upset you. didn't want to flirt with you either, terrified that it made you feel uneasy. his melancholy over it all began projecting onto everybody else around him.

james gave up on attempting to comfort him because he himself was too exhausted by sirius' constant state of dread. peter stayed out of it. and remus, well, remus was fed up with him and would have probably murdered him on a couple of occasions if james wasn't there to jump in and snatch his wand away.

"i still don't know what i did wrong. can someone tell me what i did wrong? 'cause i don't know what i did wrong!" sirius buried his face into his pillow, screaming into it. same thing, over and over, every day, every night.

james and peter glanced at each other, no words exchanged, and they both pretended to be occupied with something else. remus tried his best to ignore him, and continued writing the essay he was working on.

"is there something wrong with me? like geniuenly is there? am i fucked up? oh no, i might be fucked up, what if i really am?" remus' quill snapped. james let out a huff of frustration. peter hid in the bathroom. and sirius kept talking.

"y/n hates me, i just know it. it's 'cause i'm fucked up, that's what i get for–"

"merlin's beard, will you shut up?" remus finally snapped. sirius pouted, looking up at the ceiling with glossy eyes. the other boy sighed, standing up from his own bed and walking over to sirius'. he wasn't planning on ratting you out, you were supposed to talk to sirius and tell him everything yourself, but remus was tired. tired of looking at his friend go through a major case of self-destruction, and tired of having to endure it all. so remus talked, maybe when he shouldn't have, but he did not regret one bit of it.

***

"are you free right now by any chance?" sirius burst into your room a week later, uninvited and without making any previous announcements.

"uh–" you dropped your notebook and quill, awkwardly tossing them to the side, "yeah, definitely. "

"fantastic, let's go." he grinned, stuffing his hands into his pockets and trotting out of the room. you stood up from your bed and quickly put on some shoes, following after him. you happened to pass by james who gave you a pat on the shoulder. one more reason to think him and sirius know. great. fantastic. amazing. the lake was looking rather attractive today.

"where are we going?" you asked once you were by sirius' side.

"was thinking about a walk, nothing too crazy."

"oh, yeah, that sounds nice."

that's what you did. walked and talked around hogwarts, and in the end found yourselves sitting at the said lake despite the clouds which started covering the sky. sirius never brought up what happened the week before, but you weren't sure if you could stay quiet any longer. it stressed you out more than all of your stupid exams combined, and really, he was going to find out one way or another.

"are you alright?" you asked. not a bad start, you told yourself.

"mhm, why wouldn't i be?" he responded, falling backwards into the grass in sighing in content. you followed his movements, lying flat onto your back.

"i don't know, you're too... alert. acting like i'd break if you touch me or something." you said, fumbling with your hands.

"what?" he turned his head to the side to look at you.

"you heard what i said that night on saturday, after we got back from hogsmeade, didn't you?" you were looking at him too.

"what are you on about–"

"how i said i fancy you but i'm scared of dating you because i'm horrified of getting intimate and i don't know if i can trust you not to hurt me?" you explained, thinking that it would help him remember. or stop playing around with you. he was quiet. you regretted speaking, and were ready walk off, and probably would have if he hadn't grabbed you by the hand when you tried to.

"no, wait! just wait, please." he choked out. and so you did.

"i stopped it all because i thought you didn't feel that way about me," he began, you listened attentively, "everyone told me that you did, and that it would work out and stuff, but i don't know, you always made sure i knew i was your friend, so i figured i should stop pestering you and just settle for that instead." he finished with a shrug.

"oh, no, sirius." you groaned, hugging your knees to your chest and burying your face into them. "and then, uhm," sirius licked his lips, as if he was trying to find the right way to form whatever he was going to say, "remus told me, uh, the same thing you just did." you looked up and at him, scanning his face for any sign of judgement and disappointment, but there was none of it.

"i was convinced he was taking the piss at first or trying to set me up for embarrassment or something 'cause i was getting on his nerves, don't even know what was going through my head," he laughed at himself, "but then i thought about what he said, and i was trying to find a way to talk to you and uhm..." he scratched the back of his head. "turns out i'm not that cool. every time i told myself i'll try, i felt like running off somewhere and hiding 'cause i was horrified you'd reject me. still am, honestly but that doesn't matter 'cause i still– i still wanna be with you, y/n."

you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. sirius black left you speechless once again. he wanted to be with you, even after knowing that what he might get won't be like all of those others relationships he's had before.

"look, i really like you, and i don't think i've ever felt that way about anyone. i know that it doesn't sound convincing coming from me, but it's true. i wanna be with you, like i really, really do because i love you and i–" he cursed silently. a smile began forming on your face, and he wasn't even done yet. "can you give us a chance, please? i'll talk to you, you'll talk to me, we'll communicate everything, if i'm doing anything that's bothering you i'll stop, i'll ask questions, i'll try my best to make it feel right for you, i'll fullfill any wish you have–"

"sirius."

"and if you still don't feel ready or if you're still having doubts, it's okay. i'm not gonna force you to date me, we can be just friends, or break up and still be friends, or break up and never–"

"sirius!"

"what?"

"stop talking."

"okay."

"we can date."

"what?"

"i'll give you a chance."

"oh." he stared out at the lake in shock, his mouth hanging open slightly. "oh!" he turned to look at you, and the smile that stood on his face was brighter than any star in the sky. he pressed his own hands against his cheeks, touching the as if he was trying to check if they were warm or not.

"am i turning red?"

"a little bit." you snickered, your eyes never leaving him. the relief you felt was indescribable. you'd gone out with him today, terrified of what might happen, thinking that you'll lose him forever. and then there you were, with sirius black blushing right in front of you because he was madly in love with you.

"can i uhm–" he cleared his throat, shaking his head for a moment in attempt to get out of the haze that he was stuck in, "kiss... you...?"

"yeah." you said the words in a small voice. the panic on sirius' face was pretty noticeable, and you would have probably laughed in his face to cope with awkwardness you were feeling yourself if he hadn't kissed you before you could. he hesitantly cupped your cheek with his hand, but when you let yourself relax into his touch, he was calmer too.

you pulled away from each other after a few seconds, and you could see that sirius was having hard time holding back a grin. this time you laughed in his face, he laughed at you for laughing at him, and the cycle only continued.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yo this is inner joke anon, and you made me laugh to the point I peed a lil

Reading being Crewle half-Fae!Daughter and go back on the age of the wiki, meaning that his daughter is a result of his teenage horniness ( and I hc that Crewele is a low nobel with a good status backing up because of fastion industry are very competitive, plus his family are supportive in a weird Adam family way )

As a inner joke I can see him letting his daughter teaching the class and lecture the students saying 'my daughter is the same age as most of you pups and she understands the formula', making some students put two and two together and freaked out in class of the realization

And the daughter yells at her dad to stop embarrassing as if her oritaton that she been accepted to an academy for princesses wasn't enough despite being label as a villainess

oh its so like him not to actually introduce you when you start teaching

mostly because at least one person will already be recognizing you

“Hey isn’t that the Cruel Devil girl?”

“What, who’s that?

“Y’know the one who got accepted into that princess school even though she’s a bit of a..well..uh..”

“A what?”

“Well…some say she’s quite the villain.”

“Really? But she doesn’t seem so bad.”

“I wonder if your tune will change when I skin you for my new suit!”

A collective gulp can be heard as you glare at the Heartslaybul student

“Now this problem has been on the board since the beginning of this class. Can anyone tell me how to complete this formula?”

“...”

The class sounding of lonely crickets

You huff before turning around solving the problem and completing the formula

That's when papa Crewel boasts a little

And you scold him

“She’s his-? What?!”

“Now that you mention it I can see the resemblance.”

From then on word is traveling and everyone’s just buzzing at the news

“Bonsoir Princesse du cruelle, what a surprise! It's been far too long since we’ve seen each other last!”

"Bonne soirée à toi aussi, Rook!”

“Looking nearly as gorgeus as me, aren’t you (Y/n)?”

“Oh please, you’re the one just barely keeping up with me!”

Despite being the oddball nobility naturally you’re quite familiar with these two

Rook’s own eccentricity almost meets that of your family

Thus birthing a business relationship that is tight knit

And just the fact that when fashion emergencies Crewel is called alongside Vil is proof enough that you two are bound to click

“Oi, it's hardly decent you didn’t think to hit me up!”

“Apologies Leona, but even if I did I doubt you would have had the energy to look.”

And of course who better than one of your biggest clients’ second son to be one of your best friends

While you’re demanding and judgemental to many no one seems to get you more than him

While the Crewel family was more than supportive of your birth being so early in your father’s life

Many were not

Leona knew what it was like to be pushed aside simply because of your birth

Crewel understands these connections and for the most part won’t bother it

But once it stems into romance gloves are off!

Vil’s too famous!

Leona’s too lazy!

And Rook..well Rook…was not so bad but still

Not his little girl!

I can even see Neige Leblanche being a candidate

“(Y/n)-san! To think you’re so close by! If only you could teach at my school!”

“Don’t get your hopes up! And stop doing that with your voice, you sound absolutely ridiculous!”

Utterly ridiculous

Mad Chloe and Adrian friendship vibes

Now this one Crewel is fighting the charm this boy naturally gives off

“Such a good pup, it makes it hard to refuse him. But a good trainer won’t be beat by even the cutest expressions!”

#yandere divus crewel #divus crewel #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere x reader #twisted wonderland #daddycrewel #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere platonic

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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You work is so good!!😘

Can I ask for Jegulus with Harry just being boring please 🙏🫶

Hi! Thank you thank you!! I read this ask and was like ohhhhh yesss boring fathers and their son. I like this ask a lot! For you anon (and everyone) with love ❤️

Wardrobe (1/1) (jegulus raising Harry)

"Listen I know you don't want to try on a bunch of different outfits, I don't even want to do it but it's important to your dad so..." Regulus said apologetically as they walked past a new display. He though about James reasonings--something about having a marker for each new year to show where we were and how we've grown--quite frankly every year it seemed more inane.

"Fine hand me the pants." Harry said, exasperated. They were at the 3rd store and both of them were getting very tired.

"I swear as soon as we find something you like that matches his instructions we will get out of here so fast and we can go wherever you want for tea, alright?"

"It's okay papa, I know how dad gets about these things. Plus it could be worse, it's just pictures. Not like those portraits you had to sit for way back in the day," Harry said with a laugh. He knew Regulus was also just placating James at this point, so they had formed somewhat of an alliance each year about the "new year photo shoot." Harry stepped out of the change room, "er, these are awful, but could go to that little cafe?"

"With those sandwiches and the-" Regulus started as Harry did a little spin and Regulus shook his head and offered a thin but apologetic smile.

"Yeah that's the place! I'm gonna need a coffee. I don't want to here that I'm only 13," Harry called now back in the fitting room.

"Oh if coffee is the worst thing you want at 13 I'll be the most blessed father in the whole of London." Regulus called back. They both chuckled to themselves.

Finally Harry stepped out in a simple match black knit sweater and slacks, it fit perfect and while it didn't have the red and green pin strip James was demanding, Harry at least didn't look like he hated it. "What do you think?" Harry asked.

"I think you look great, how do you feel? Can you sit in it? I mean by the sounds of it you'll need to be able to play quidditch in it," Regulus yammered on, stepping fired to fiddle with the garments.

"Honestly I like it Papa. Do you think it'll work?" Harry asked pulling at the sleeves a bit. Regulus always notices this and thought who knew nervous ticks were genetic. "If you like and I like and it's in the general area of description, I'll badger him if he has a problem with it," Regulus said with a sly smile.

"Okay good, because I'm really done being in this shop," Harry said and hurried into the change room to put back on his own clothes. "Me too," Regulus said, and as Harry stepped out he handed Regulus the outfit. "Shall we?" He said.

"Is it okay if you go pay and I call dad?"

"Of course mon beau," Regulus said a bit quizzically. He knew James was still no use for a telephone, let alone the cellphone Harry had been trying to teach him. "I'll meet you outside, yeah?"

"K" Harry replied and hustled out of the store.

Regulus paid and took his time walking out, trying to give Harry as much of a break as he himself would have wanted. He met him outside and Harry quickly said, "okay dad is meeting us at the cafe, and he said the all black was fine."

"How did I every get so lucky with you hmm?" Regulus said, nudging Harry's shoulder. "I think it helps when at least one person on the call knows how to use the phone," Harry said smirking slightly at Regulus who would deny it but seriously has no idea how they work. He laughed in response, and said "Well I guess sandwiches and coffee and dessert will have to be on the menu, yes?"

Harry beamed up at him as he grabbed hold of Regulus' arm, and they turned on the spot.

#did i know i had an asks box? no #am i upset about this request? absolutely not!#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders #james x regulus #fanfic #harry potter #james potter #regulus black #marauders era #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #jegulus raising harry

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gridgirldrabbles · 2 years

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Max Verstappen Alphabet

A/N: for the anon who requested this a few days ago!! also this gif nearly killed me holy moly

Warnings: Smut

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

While Max isn’t affectionate with many people in his life, he’s more affectionate with you than he has been with anyone before, and this includes after sex. Both of you would love to cuddle once you were finished, usually with you laying your head on his chest and his fingers playing with the ends of your hair.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

His own: He actually really likes his arms. He works extremely hard for the body he has, and that includes his incredibly toned arms. He knows you love gripping on to his biceps when you have sex, which slightly influences his decision.

Yours: He loves your hands. They’re considerably smaller than his and he often finds himself absentmindedly playing with your fingers when the two of you are cuddled up. Not only that, but he loves how small they look when they’re sliding up and down his cock while you’re sucking on his tip.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Max would love to watch you swallow his cum, like it would drive him insane to the point where he would start getting hard again almost instantly. Of course he likes cumming inside you as well, but nothing turns him on like seeing you on your knees for him, eyes watering slightly as he cums down the back of your throat.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

He secretly really likes when people hear you have sex, especially when it’s people you don’t know. This comes out most when you’re with him at a race weekend, the hotel room filled with your uncontrollable moans and the sound of the headboard bashing against the wall. You always feel sorry for whoever is in the next room afterwards, but Max relishes in the fact that people know how good you feel when you’re with him.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

I think Max has enough experience to know that it doesn’t matter how many people you sleep with because everyone has different tastes when it comes to the bedroom. Having said that, he would definitely make sure that the two of you had a conversation about what you liked and didn’t like beforehand so that it was enjoyable as it could be for the both of you. Once you started to try new things together he would make sure to make a mental note to try it again next time.

F= Favourite position

I honestly think Max’s favourite position would be cowgirl. He’s in control so much of the time both in his personal life and his career that he would like to someone else to be once in a while. He would have to admit that doggy would be a close second because he loved how you reacted when he pulled your hair and wrapped his arm around you middle to rub your clit at the same time.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

I think sex between the two of you is quite serious most of the time. Of course, there are those typical moments where someone bumps their head or one of you gets cramp where you can’t help but laugh, but for the most part it would be serious and full of passion.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Definitely keeps himself neat. Having to wear those extremely tight fireproof trousers when he’s racing would mean that he had been keeping it neat and tidy downstairs way before you two had met, which you had no problem with.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

On special occasions there would definitely be more romantic sex, but for the most part the both of you enjoy getting down and dirty. Similar to how Max enjoys his racing, he also enjoys sex being fast and hard.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Due to his career he has to, but it’s usually with you also getting yourself off on the other end of the phone. You two try to spend as little time apart as possible so jacking off doesn’t happen as often as people might think, but you try to do it together if it does happen. If you’re busy or at work because time zones don’t line up for you to have free time together, he almost exclusively gets off to the dirty pictures and videos you send him.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

He would love fucking you in front of a mirror. Seeing your face contort would pleasure would drive him wild and he would love tugging you up during doggy so that your back was to his chest, making you watch him fuck you in the mirror.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

This man could have sex virtually anywhere, as long as it was with you. His favourite places were always where you wouldn’t be interrupted and could go for as long as you wanted, but if you were horny in a club or something like that, he wouldn’t hesitate to fuck you in the bathroom.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Seeing you wearing his clothes, especially his red bull gear. He thinks they suit you so much more than they suit him, especially when you wear just the shirts with a pair of underwear. When you do that it doesn’t take long for you to be on your knees in front of him with his cock in your mouth.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

I think Max would be game for most things, but I think him being handcuffed he would be completely against. Even when he’s not in control when you’re on top he would be free to flip you over and pound you into the bed. If he was handcuffed he would have to give up control completely and I don’t think he would be comfortable with that.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

As I’ve already said, this man loves when you suck him off, but he equally loves going down on you. One usually follows the other so both of you are satisfied. Overall, he’s pretty good with his mouth, the best you’ve ever had. Partly due to natural talent, but also due to how quickly he reacts to the cues your body gives him.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Sex with Max would last for a while, but it would be fast-paced and passionate. Our man here is a high-performance athlete, so it’s not surprising that the pace is mind-blowing.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Max is always down for a quickie. Always. While he loves making you cum over and over again, one great round is always better than none. Since sex between the two of you is usually fast and hard anyway, Max knows how to make you cum within a matter of minutes, so quickies are easy.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Max would be down to experiment, but not all the time. Sometimes he just wants to have sex without introducing anything new or anything that’s going to prolong both of you cumming.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

He can for sure go for a couple of rounds, he’s trained his body enough that his stamina is unreal at this point. Each round would be just as good as the last, maybe with a little break in between in order for you both to catch your breath before getting back to it.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Max isn’t really a fan of toys. He wants to be the only one to make you cum. He would maybe be okay with you buying a vibrator for while he was away, but it definitely wouldn’t be used when the two of you were having sex. Don’t feel like hed be down to use toys on himself, rather wanting to focus on you.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

No one can convince me that this man isn’t a massive tease. He would tease you all day every day. Every little thing would be turned into an innuendo, lingering touches would have you squeezing your legs together, and unexpected make out sessions would have you dragging him to the closest room with a lock on the door.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

I feel like Max wouldn’t keep himself quiet, but he wouldn’t be loud either. He wouldn’t restrain his grunts and moans; he just wasn’t naturally loud until you did something that he really loved (like taking his dick so far into you mouth that your nose rubs against his pelvis). He would love talking dirty to you in Dutch, even though you had no idea what he was saying in the beginning it still drove you insane.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

You guys have had sex on Max’s F1 car…multiple times. You had been presented with a number of opportune moments where there was no one else around and you took advantage of it. While it had been a bit awkward positions wise, the thrill of getting caught, and the knowledge that you were probably the only people who were going to be able to do this turned you both on immensely.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Girthy as HELL, and I cannot be convinced otherwise. The stretch would be so much that it took you a second to adjust every time. Would also be very decent length wise, and you would feel so full every time he thrust into you.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Both of you would be thinking about sex almost constantly. It’s honestly a surprise that you guys have time to do anything else. Except for race weekends when Max needs to be in the zone, one of you is always flirting with the other in order to take it back to the bedroom.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Max is surprisingly awake after sex, so rather than sleeping you both stay up and just talk about anything and everything, maybe making a snack together as well.

#max verstappen imagine #max verstappen #max verstappen smut #mv1 #f1 imagine #f1 smut #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 smut

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milkybonya · 1 year

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slip ☆ big naughty

order 070, anon: large taro milk tea with banana tapioca pearls, pudding, and regular tapioca pearls for big naughty

! : suggestive (kissing/making out), swear words/explicit language, a lot of bickering, kind of cliché and fast paced

# : enemies to friends to lovers, fake dating, academic rivals, big naughty (Seo Donghyun x gn reader, ft. bestie Haon

[💌: yes i keep using old photos of bigna because he looks cuddly n sof and what about it !!!! also my fav song from hopeless romantic is papillon. and why is he going to so many festivals pls do a world tour sir we're waiting]

"oh, fuck off y/n," Donghyun snaps.

"i literally just want to sit in my seat," you say, pointing to your spot that Donghyun is sitting in.

he scowls at you and sticks his tongue out, turning back to his friends.

"what the fuck is your problem?" you sigh. "why can't i just sit in my seat?"

"your mom," he replies, laughing with his friends.

you groan and sit in his spot instead. he watches you carefully, trying to find more things he can pick on you about.

"what did you get on last week's assignment?" he asks.

"your mom," you reply with a smirk, proud of your retaliation.

"touché," replies Donghyun. "well, i got 99%."

"i got 100 so suck it," you say, turning back to him and sticking your tongue out.

you hear someone laugh and recognize it immediately as your friend, Haon. he walks into class and sits in his spot usually next to you, but currently taken by Donghyun.

"suck it fr, Donghyun," Haon says, opening his books.

"shut up, you can barely even pass half the time," Donghyun whines.

you burst out laughing and Donghyun smiles to himself.

the two of you are sworn enemies, academic rivals.

"but you guys enjoy this, don't you?" Haon asks you as he eats his lunch with you in the cafeteria.

you shake your head.

"he's so annoying, i can't stand him. he's literally so dumb and immature."

Haon shrugs, continuing to eat.

that week in class, a new assignment is announced. you're ready to do research and present the best ppt ever... until they say it's a creative project... and a group project, too. a group project in pairs. assigned pairs.

"i'm placing the two rivals in this class together because i'm sure if you actually work together, you can get something spectacular done," your teacher explains.

all eyes on the class turn to you and Donghyun. you can see Haon laughing somewhere within your peripheral vision as you try to look straight ahead.

"y/n and Donghyun, you'll be the first group to present. come take your assignment sheet."

you look back to see Donghyun rolling his eyes and sighing, exaggerating his every move and sound. so, you get up and fetch the sheet yourself.

everyone gets 10 minutes to read the assignment over before the class continues, and you drag your seat to Donghyun's desk so you can both read it over.

"this is so dumb," Donghyun sighs.

"i.. think it's quite fun, actually! we're given a lot of freedom for the presentation.. what should we do?!" you ask.

"i say we write a song. i know a thing or two about music. and you can come to my place; i have the equipment," Donghyun quickly explains while looking down at his phone.

you sigh. this is going to be tough.

Donghyun's house is big, clean, and extremely organized. you look around like a tourist at a foreign museum, taking in everything and also trying to find any baby photos of Donghyun to use as blackmail. you find his class president promo poster on the door of his room and immediately take a photo.

"everyone's already seen that. it won't do much for you," he says nonchalantly, making you jump as he walks from behind you into his room and onto his bed.

"let's go to my studio; it's easier to work there," he says with a smirk.

deep down, he's excited. he's excited for you to see the studio and feel shocked. he's excited to show you that he's more than just a bookworm. why is he excited? he doesn't know.. well.. because he gets to show off and one-up you, right?!

you follow behind him, imagining his studio as a tiny closet with a cheap mic, but you're suprised to find a soundproofed room filled with art, a weird toilet-chair, and a setup that looks like it belongs to a producer.

"wha--?" your jaw is dropped as you look around.

Donghyun's face is burning up, your shocked face makes him feel so proud he could die right now and die happy.

"Donghyun, this is all yours?" you ask.

"yeah, it's whatever. anyways, come sit. let's figure out what we want to do," he says as he sits in his chair, leaning back and turning on the desktop.

it takes a while for you to come up with ideas because you're still so in shock, but eventually, the two of you come up with the bare bones draft of a song. by then, it's pretty late and you decide you should go home.

right as Donghyun is sending you off at the door, his mom walks in.

"oh, hey Donghyun! i'm home.. who is this? a friend from school?"

"i'm y/n, Donghyun's classmate. we were just working on a project together," you say with a smile.

Donghyun's mom smiles back and nods, saying goodbye to you along with his son who glares at you as you leave.

"what kind of classmate do you glare at as they leave, huh Donghyun?" his mom asks him once you're gone.

"a classmate i hate."

back in class the next day, you excitedly race to Donghyun to talk about the song you've made.

"i was thinking about it all night! i have so many ideas now... we can incorporate some of our favourite poets' work into the song.. we can also sample some classical artists because we're gonna talk about how copyrighting and stuff is a blurry line, right?!" you ramble on.

"excuse me, do i know you?" Donghyun asks, trying to glare at you but breaking out into a laugh.

his laughter makes you crack up, and you don't notice Haon staring at you. the classroom's biggest rivals are suddenly laughing together?

you spend all of lunch talking about the song with Donghyun, and you go back to his place that night to work on the song again. his mom brings you fruits and wishes you luck as the two of you keep getting more and more ideas for the song.

"what about a music video?!" you suggest.

"let's make Haon the villain," Donghyun jokes.

"hey, hey.. don't bring my friend into this!"

the next day, you use your lunch period to film the music video. at this point, all sorts of rumours are spreading throughout the school. most of them involve you and Donghyun dating.

"i heard from someone that you went over to his house and spent the whole night making out with him instead of studying. what do you have to say for yourself, y/n?!" Haon asks you before a class begins.

"they can all fuck off. everyone will see when we present that we've actually been working hard," you explain.

at Donghyun's place, the two of you meet to add the final touches to the song and music video. you're so invested on fixing up a specific scene that Donghyun speaking makes you jump.

"don't you think it's so dumb that everyone thinks we're dating," he says.

you raise your brows at him while your heartrate returns to normal. "you heard it too?"

he nods, running his fingers through his soft, dark locks.

"yeah," you agree with a scoff, "it's really dumb."

"what if we fake date to make them think they're right and then a week later or something tell everyone ha we were just pranking!" Donghyun explains with a toothy grin, his hair falling back into his face.

"huh? w-why would we do that?"

Donghyun shrugs. "because it's fun."

you don't see the fun in any of this.

"okay, if you agree to fake date me, i'll... purposely fail the next test."

you perk up at the sound of that and Donghyun smirks.

"deal, then?"

"no... what would fake-dating entail?" you ask, leaning back in your chair next to Donghyun.

he presses the keys on his keyboard as he speaks. "acting like a couple but not actually being a couple?"

"okay, i know that much, but are we talking full pda or--"

💌: (pda means public display of affection, things like holding hands, kissing, etc that a couple does!)

"gross!" Donghyun yelps, pushing you and covering his face as it turns pink.

"get your head out the gutter! we'll just go with the flow, nothing too wild," he explains, pushing the hair out of his eyes.

you find yourself agreeing and the next morning, the day of your presentation, Donghyun is at your front door.

"Donghyun?" you ask, shocked.

"we're dating, aren't we? so let me walk you to school," he says, slipping his hand into yours.

"fake dating," you clarify as you lock the door.

"well.. anyways, all ready for the presentation today?" he asks, pushing his glasses up with his free hand. he grins at you; a small, curious grin.

"yep! i'm so excited... i think the reactions will be legendary," you say.

you both try to ignore the butterflies you feel each time you look at your interlocked fingers.

"they're holding hands?"

"i told you they're dating!"

"is it a prank?"

"y/n just wants to make Haon jealous."

the whispers start the second you and Donghyun enter the school grounds while holding hands, and they don't stop.

Haon races up to you in class once you're in your seat, demanding answers.

"i haven't seen you in a week and you say it's because of this project and now you're holding hands with your sworn enemy?!"

you shrug in response and he sighs.

looking back at Donghyun, you find he was already looking at you. quickly, he looks away, his cheeks red.

"okay, class. let's start the presentations! Haon and Seunghoon can go first," the teacher says.

you watch your best friend sigh as he stands, shuffling over to the front. you cheer him on and watch eagerly as he presents, but you're also nervous for your turn.

well, you don't even have time to be nervous! you're up next!!

the class murmurs as you both walk up and Donghyun smiles at you, lovingly? you can't tell if he's putting on the fake dating act or if his small smile and warm eyes are genuinely shooting out love hearts for you.

you shrug it off and focus on the presentation. luckily, you and Donghyun both present without any mistakes, and both the class and teacher love it!

"i knew something good would come out of pairing you both together!" the teacher says.

after the class, so many people come up to you both with questions about the song. Haon jokingly tells everyone that no paparazzi is allowed.

"move back!" he shouts, gently pushing the students away.

while Haon is unknowingly distracting them, Donghyun whispers into your ear.

"on the count of three, let's run."

"one." he smiles at you.

"two." he takes your hand.

"three!" he pulls you towards him as he sprints out of the class and you trail behind him.

your laughter echoes through the halls as you both stop in an empty classroom to catch your breaths.

"why?!" you ask Donghyun, who shrugs his shoulders.

"this is so much better," he says, panting while smiling.

"agreed," you reply.

there's an awkward silence between you both and you look around the classroom, not noticing Donghyun's eyes on you.

"can i kiss you?" he suddenly asks.

"huh?!" you whip your head around.

Donghyun's eyes are sparkling. he's serious, genuinely meant the question he asked.

"yes," you reply, knowing you mean it but not knowing why.

before you can try to find out, Donghyun is pressing his lips to yours and cupping your cheeks. his kiss is warm, and soft. you see stars; you feel butterflies like never before. he's practically taking you to heaven but brings you back down the second he pulls away.

"i-i'm sorry," he says, sheepishly, looking ashamed but cute with his cheeks all rosy.

"no. i wanted to," you say, reaching for his hand.

why are you reaching for his hand? your body is acting on instincts that you aren't even aware of.

you hear a low whistle from outside the classroom.

"so this is where you ran off to?" Haon asks, stepping into the class.

you quickly let go of Donghyun's hands.

"you have a lot of explaining to do, y/n," Haon tells you.

an hour spent at a café with Haon and he's had his jaw dropped the whole time as you've been talking.

"okay and so basically now you both kissed and you're wondering if you have real feelings for him?" Haon asks.

you slowly nod, taking a sip of your drink. your friend shakes his head at you, smirking.

"you fucking idiot. you've had feelings for him this whole time and haven't known! just date him for real already," Haon says.

"it isn't that easy! who knows how he feels about me," you point out.

Haon laughs, "he asked if he could kiss you. you don't think he likes you?"

your phone vibrates on the table. Donghyun's caller id flashes on the screen.

"answer it," Haon says. "i bet he wants to confess."

"hello?" you speak into your phone, stepping outside of the café so you can hear better.

"hey.. you're not busy, are you?" Donghyun asks in a small voice.

you look back at Haon. "no, why?"

"about what happened today.. i want to say that i don't regret it. i wanted that.. and i still want it.,"

"what do you mean?" you ask.

"i like you, y/n. for real. let's date.. for real?" he asks.

"you idiot. why aren't you telling me this in person," you joke.

"because i'm shy. answer me first," he whines.

you laugh, telling him that you feel the same.

"everything is happening so fast," you say.

"you're right, but let's not waste any more time. do you wanna come over?" Donghyun asks.

Haon looks up moments later to find you rushing in to grab your things.

"i'm so sorry Haon, i've gotta go," you say.

"just go. go to him," Haon says, sipping on his drink.

at Donghyun's house, his mom invites you in and you walk straight to his studio. the second you knock on his door, he opens it. clearly, he's been waiting.

and he wastes no time before he pins you to the door and his lips crash onto yours, tenderly melting against you as his hands slowly come down to wrap around your waist. he sighs in relief as your cool hands cup his warm cheeks, pulling him closer.

"was that okay?" he whispers after he pulls away.

"yes.. we like each other and we're dating now, right?" you ask.

Donghyun shyly nods. he takes you by the hand toward his chair, inviting you into his lap after he first takes a seat.

"wanna watch a movie with me?" he asks.

in class the next day, the two of you act as normal... as normal as a couple who were enemies before, then fake dated and are now dating for real could act.

people still don't know if your relationship is real or not, and some snobby popular girl comes all the way to your class from hers just to find out.

"it's real.. right? Donghyun, you wouldn't be dating your rival.. right? c'mon, i know you like me--"

she's cut off by the sound of your boyfriend scoffing.

"excuse me? like you? who even are you?" Donghyun asks, not even looking at the girl but instead focusing on drawing circles on the back of your hand as he holds it in his.

the girl is dumbfounded and storms away. you look at Donghyun, surprised that he stood up for you. he kisses your nose and giggles.

"i have to get used to this," you say.

"used to what?"

"you defending me for a change."

Donghyun shakes his head at you.

"get to your spots, everyone! we have a test today," the teacher says.

you look back at Donghyun before going to your desk, and he throws you a wink.

it's after class that you realize why--he kept his promise. he purposely failed his test because you agreed to fake date him.

"why would you do that, though? we stopped fake dating," you explain during lunch.

"but you still agreed, and a deal is a deal," he says with a small smile.

that night, you go to Donghyun's house again. in the studio, you recount the events that happened with that dumb popular girl and how Donghyun failed a test for the first time. you both laugh your heads off until a long silence prompts you to speak again.

you kneel down so you're eye-level with your boyfriend as you say, "Donghyun, you did really well today. i'm so proud of you. you did so much for me.. i don't deserve it."

"can i kiss you?" he suddenly asks without hesitation.

as soon as you nod yes, he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth, below your lips and above your chin. his touch as he gently caresses your cheek with his thumb is warm and soft. when he pulls away, even though you weren't kissing him, you miss the feeling of his lips on you.

his eyelids flutter open and he stares at you with stars on his eyes, his cheeks dusted red.

you unconsciously whine and pout, wanting to kiss him, making Donghyun break into a smile.

"you missed," you say, pointing to your lips.

"you're crazy," he tells you, but he still kisses you for real this time and butterflies rage within you as he pulls you onto his lap. it feels like you're melting onto his chest as one of his hands hold the back of your neck and the other your back.

Donghyun's phone starts vibrating on his desk but he pays it no mind, fully focusing on his racing heart and how sweet you taste, how warm you are to hold and how much he loves you.

he tells you this, breathes and mumbles it against your lips and you have to hold onto him because you feel so weak.

"D-Donghyun i can't.. i need a break.. my heart is exploding," you stutter.

he holds your waist and lets you lean back, admiring you.

"you don't think my heart also feels like there's warfare happening in there?" he asks with a toothy grin.

"i hate you," you say while smiling.

"oh? why are you sitting in my lap then?"

"fuck off."

"did you mean 'fuck me' instead? cause i will--"

"SHUT UP!" you shout, standing up.

Donghyun is a laughing mess, clapping his hands together and gasping for air.

"i'm sorry," he says with a smile, reaching for your hand as you jokingly turn your back to him.

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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"ma belle evangeline"

summary:

— Camilo for a long time is bending backward just so you can notice his advances, you're very oblivious. It wasn't easy especially when everyone wanted you because of your beauty. How will he get you to realize his love for you?

genre:

— mild angst to fluff

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— a request from anon, i hope you like it <3

The sky appears so clear making way for the sunlight to seep from above, showering down on such beauty that graced on land. Every gaze shifted, attentions were stolen, and people all fixated on the prettiest girl known in town.

"Ah, there she goes"

They sighed full of adoration. Her eyes were glimmering, and her skin glowed under the sunlight as her hair swept along the soft breeze. When she goes to wave politely at the townsfolk, they all clutched their chests. After all, having noticed such beauty felt like an honor in Encanto. One can agree so much thanks to being exposed to her beloved presence.

Camilo Madrigal can admit he's relatively popular in town. Having the gift of shapeshifting and a personality as bright as the sun can prove it so. But Camilo barely stood a chance against the town's beauty because he too was enamored by her. Being her best friend caused it.

"Hi, Camilo!"

You greet him with a beaming smile, and immediately, Camilo's knees grow weak. He sends you a toothy grin and tried not to faint by your beauty.

"What's up, [Name]?"

Camilo replied. You happily chuckled and went to gently grab him by the arm, you pulled him close to you, in a friendly way. He merely flinches at the sudden contact and the eyes landing on him. The locals of Encanto began talking in hushed voices while pointing at you and Camilo. However, you were oblivious to it.

"I was thinking about trying this new stall in town. I heard they sell fantastic pies and I wanna try it with you"

"Oh, sure!"

A delighted smile graces your lips as you hurriedly lead Camilo with you. The shapeshifter could barely let out a protest, when it came to you, he couldn't bother to complain. Your friendship began with the Madrigal when your parents set you up as playmates, since then, you two were inseparable. You grew alongside each other, even if things became difficult, Camilo and you stayed together.

As friends, only

Camilo thought to himself and looked away to frown. It wasn't like he was displeased with his friendship with you, if anything, he treasured it so much. The only problem he had with being friends with you is that he wanted more.

Camilo was in love with you, the prettiest girl in Encanto.

Some might say he's lucky enough to be your best friend, but to be your lover? It sounds like a dream out of grasp. Camilo may be clever, charming, and talented, but he found it hard to stand against your hundreds of admirers. Though he can understand why everyone is so attracted by you. Not only you were beautiful, but you were also kindhearted. You were an angel incarnate on earth.

"Camilo? Are you okay, amigo?"

You tilted your head at him. The shapeshifter puts on a big smile and nodded his head, he goes to ruffle your hair and earn a laugh from you.

"¡Por supuesto, mi amiga! Now, what do you wanna do next?"

Your eyes light up as you start blabbering about the things you wanted to do with him today. Camilo was contented with seeing you happy with him even if it's only meant to be friendly, but it doesn't stop him from making some moves.

Camilo reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear when you talk, you brushed it off with a smile. He goes to wipe the crumbs on the corner of your lips when you're eating, you only thanked him. The shapeshifter subtly grabs your hand and intertwined it with his, you let out a tiny laugh. The Madrigal gives you a bundle of fresh flowers and desserts, you give him the most beautiful expression known to man and took his gifts.

"Awww, thanks, mi amigo"

Mi amigo. My friend

You called him that several times now and he just had to pretend it didn't deliver a sting to his chest. Camilo had to fake that your heedlessness to his advances doesn't affect him at all. The shapeshifter was stuck on the sidelines as he watched several people make an attempt to woo you, so far, nobody has succeeded, to his relief. But he feared that one day, somebody's going to sweep you off your feet and take you away, that's why he's so eager to make you fall in love with him.

The Madrigal trudged home after a day of hanging out with you, a pout was visible on his lips as he entered the casita. His family was aware of his crush on you, sometimes they offered him advice but mostly teased him. Mirabel Madrigal greeted her cousin who was slouching in his room.

"No luck today, primo?"

"Nada, prima. It's just the same"

"Well, have you tried..."

"Mira, I've tried everything at this point! I tried giving her gifts, taking her out to places, and she doesn't even realize it"

Camilo exclaimed, he threw his hands in the air and buried them in his hair, he lets out a groan and stumbled onto his bed. Mirabel sighed.

"I guess you should try being more straightforward"

"Was me gawking at her whenever she comes around and solely giving her all my attention every day straightforward enough?"

"Primo, it's time you need to confess"

The shapeshifter sprung up from his bed. Confess? But how? Camilo doesn't even know where to start. He's petrified imagining you rejecting his confession if possible, a confession might ruin his friendship with you. He bites his nails.

"I...I can't"

"Ay dios mio. You've been in love with [Name] for ages! Plus, it's tiring to see you keep failing on your advances"

"You don't get it, prima! What if...what if she rejects me and it ends up breaking our friendship?"

Camilo's voice wavered, Mirabel exhaled and goes to give him a soft pat on the back. The thought of losing you scared every fiber of his being, he couldn't stand it, it would break him. But then again, he's so sick of "being the best friend of the pretty person".

"You'll never know, Camilo. What if she's hiding feelings from you too"

Mirabel told him. He looked her in the eye, finally making up his mind. Camilo lets out a sharp inhale. It was now or never.

"I...I'll do it"

"Don't worry, if she ends up rejecting you, I won't tell Isa and the others"

"I highly doubt it"

The two shared a laugh. Camilo was going to do it, he's going to confess his feelings to you. All he needs is to muster enough courage and a hundred prayers and maybe things will be alright.

Things weren't going according to what Camilo has anticipated. It seemed like the world was against him because when he was prepared to confess, he didn't expect the literal line of your admirers confessing their love to you. Camilo felt underprepared after seeing their professions. They gave you gifts, recited you poems and some even sang a serenade for you. The shapeshifter felt hopeless because you were smiling the entire time.

There was no way he'd get a chance with you when there are others who seemed more worthy than him to be your lover. Camilo felt like shit, and with that, he decided to ditch. You were too busy being adored by others to notice him anyway. The Madrigal distanced himself from everyone during the day, his family can tell things weren't well.

Camilo sat at the edge of a river, the moon in the sky was as bright as ever. He frowned and threw pebbles towards the water, watching it skip until it sunk down. He accepts that he'd be hopelessly in love with you and forever remain in the friend zone. He'd rather have that than lose everything. Why does love have to be complicated?

"Boo!"

The shapeshifter screamed at the sudden voice, he turns to see you giggling at his reaction. Emotions fill him, joy, downcast, frustration. Your beauty distracts him again in a trance that you had to snap your fingers in front of his face.

"What are you doing here, mi amigo?"

"...Nothing"

"I haven't seen you all day, I'm starting to believe you're avoiding me"

You said. Camilo can sense the worry in your tone, he grabs the nearest pebble and threw it across the water.

"Hey [Name], remember that book we used to read when we were kids?"

"Oh, you mean the story about a firefly being in love with a star?"

"Heh, yeah"

Camilo softly chuckled at the small memory he had with you as children. Somewhat now he can relate to a firefly falling in love with a star. He's like a firefly longing to be with the brightest star in the night sky.

"It was adorable, I remember you singing that little song from the story"

"You mean "ma belle Evangeline"?"

"Look how she lights up the sky. Ma Belle Evangeline. So far above me yet I know her heart belongs to only me"

You sang softly to him. Camilo was surprised you still remember the song, he smiles at this. He looks at you sitting next to him under the moonlight, suddenly, hope fills him.

"Je t'adore, Je t'aime..."

"Wow, Camilo! Since when do you know how to speak french?"

"Since when I began falling for you"

He replied. Quickly, you go silent, it was unusual for you to have nothing to say. Camilo grew nervous the longer you stayed quiet. Your breath wavered.

"You...you have feelings for me, Camilo?"

"Yeah, for a very long time now. I've been obvious with it yet you act so oblivious"

Camilo's voice goes high-pitched but quiet, you can tell he's tense. You pursed your lips, not knowing what to say. The shapeshifter finally meets you in the eye.

"[Name], you're the brightest star I've ever met, you're...you're ma belle Evangeline. And I understand if you don't feel the same but I can't take it being only your friend"

"Camilo, I..."

"I know I don't stand a chance against your fantastic admirers. I tried everything I could for you but it seemed like I wasn't meant for you"

"Camilo, look at me"

You said. Camilo stops rambling and faced you, your soft hand cupped his cheek and you grant him a large smile with glistering orbs.

"Do you even know why I haven't said yes to any of those admirers?"

"No..."

"Ay, Camilito. It's because I'm only interested in you, tonto"

The Madrigal froze by your words, shock was evident in his face. It felt too good to be real, his jaw drops to the floor and you laughed at the sight.

"Wait...are you for real?"

"Oh my god, yes! I may not notice your advances but I do have feelings for you too, Camilo"

All of a sudden, you were swept off of your feet. You chuckled when Camilo spins you around in his arms, his shapeshifting goes berserk, changing from various people. You lovingly brought your hand to his cheek and he returns back to himself. Camilo was smiling like an idiot now knowing his feelings were reciprocated.

"I love you, my star"

"Awww, I love you too, mi amor"

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