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dreamauri · 18 days ago

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♪ —𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗕𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗥 lando norris x girlfriend! reader (fluff) fic summary . . . the world might just end if Lando is 0.0001 centimetre away from you, it's his perfect excuse to stick to your side (780 words)

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Lando Norris was always a little . . . extra when it came to affection, but recently, he’d taken clinginess to a whole new level. The 2024 Formula One season has come to an end and the boy couldn’t seem to tolerate being more than a few centimetres away from you for even a second. And it was adorable, if not a little exhausting.

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and the two of you were lounging on the couch. You’d been absentmindedly scrolling through your phone, a habit you’d fallen into whenever Lando was in one of his needy moods. Of course, "needy" here was just his cute way of saying, "I can't live without your touch, don't ever leave me."

You sighed, setting your phone down beside you and stretching an arm above your head. "Alright, Lando, I’m gonna get up for a minute. I need a snack," you announced, attempting to gently slip your hand out of his, which had been securely holding yours for the past fifteen minutes.

Lando’s head immediately snapped up from your shoulder, a puppy-doll-eyes-like pout already forming on his lips. “What? No!” His fingers curled around yours more tightly. “Stay. Please?”

“Lando, I’m hungry,” you tried, gently pulling away again, but he wasn’t having it. He threw a dramatic arm across your body, pulling you back toward him with a grumble.

“You’re being rude,” he whined, squishing his face into the side of your neck. “I can’t let you go that far.” His voice was all soft and pitiful now, and his grip tightened again.

You laughed, trying to free yourself. “I just need five minutes, Lando. I’ll be right back!”

“You’re breaking my heart,” he murmured dramatically, pressing his cheek against your shoulder and sighing deeply, like he was about to start composing a song about lost love.

You tried to get up again, but this time, he didn’t let go. Instead, he slid into your lap, his head resting comfortably against your stomach as if this was his rightful place. “Can’t you just stay with me for, like, two seconds more?” His voice was small, almost childlike.

You giggled, running your fingers through his hair, something he adored. “You’re such a baby, Lando,” you teased, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“I’m not a baby,” he muttered, though the way he nuzzled into your lap said otherwise. “I just like being close to you.”

You smiled and stroked his hair, shifting slightly so you could grab a nearby blanket. But as soon as you moved even an inch, he whined, a noise that could’ve been mistaken for a distressed puppy. “Where are you going now?”

“I’m just . . . making us more comfortable.” You wrapped the blanket around both of you, trying to get cozy, but Lando wasn’t content with anything less than full body contact. He scooted closer, practically climbing into your side, laying his head on your chest now, his arms wrapped around your waist.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the fond smile spreading across your face. “Lando, you are impossible.”

“You love it,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. His voice was muffled from the warmth of your chest, but it didn’t hide the mischievous grin on his face.

“I do,” you admitted softly, brushing his hair out of his eyes. “But I’m not sure how much more I can take of you trying to suffocate me with affection.”

Lando giggled, clearly pleased by your admission. “I don’t care. You’re mine, and I’m never letting go. Not even when you’re asleep.”

“Lando, you literally steal my blanket at night,” you sighed, but there was no malice in your voice.

He gave a dramatic sigh in return, finally giving you a bit of space but only so he could rest his head on your lap, looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes. “I can’t sleep without you. You’re my favorite pillow.”

“I thought I was your favorite human,” you teased, running your fingers through his hair.

“Exactly,” he grinned, his arms creeping around your waist once more. “So, you’re my favorite pillow. And my favorite person. And my favorite everything.”

You chuckled, your heart melting as you leaned down and kissed him. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you stay glued to me . . . just for a bit longer.”

“Thank you,” he said dramatically, resting his cheek on your lap like it was his throne. “I’ll never leave you alone again . . . well, except for when I’m racing.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, knowing full well that even then, he'd find some way to sneak his hand into yours during cool-downs or post-race interviews. Because Lando? He never really let go.

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moonstruckme · 5 months ago

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hi maeee!! would you ever write reader x doctor! remus where they dated but then had a nasty break up? maybe reader shows up at the hospital and remus has to treat her and is all concerned and shocked? if not it’s okayyy i hope you’re well!! 🫶🫶

Thank you for your request sweetheart, hope you're well too!

cw: stitches, mention of blood

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 780 words

Remus opens your door with an apology on his lips.

“Sorry about the wait, I had—” He freezes.

You grin at him. It’s half grimace. “Hi.”

“What…” Remus stares at you while his hand finds the wall as if on autopilot, picking up your chart. “You…you…” He skims it, but it feels like only half of his brain is working. “You hit your head?”

You shrug, sheepish. You look unnervingly casual with dried blood caked on half of your face. “Sort of.”

“What do you mean, sort of?” His voice pitches before he can stop it, and he pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to master himself.

“I mean, it wasn’t on purpose,” you hedge. “I fainted first.”

He pushes out a breath. Walks towards you. “Alright, let’s see.”

The cut is above your eyebrow, and Remus places his hands carefully on your forehead and your jaw, lifting the gauze up to see it. Gentle, professional touches.

“Are you experiencing any dizziness?”

“They’ve already said I have a concussion, if that’s why you’re asking.”

“Oh.” That was probably on the chart. He picks it up again, reading more thoroughly. “And you’ve already had anesthetic, too?”

“That’s what they tell me.”

Remus doesn’t mistake your buoyant tone for nonchalance. You’ve always shrouded your anxiety in smiles and good humor. To someone who knows you, it only gives you away.

“Alright,” he says, making a conscious effort to banish his own worry from his voice. He pulls up a stool beside your bed and starts gathering his tools. “I’m just going to get set up, and then we can start. You shouldn’t feel anything at all.” He glances at you, seeing you bring your bottom lip between your teeth. “Do you know why you fainted?”

You sigh, and it comes loose. “Yeah. Dehydration.”

Remus looks at you sideways. “How did that happen?”

“Okay, you can put away your judgy tone,” you say, lips quirking up slightly. “I was helping a friend move into her new apartment. It’s hot out. It’s hard to tell dehydration from exhaustion when you’re carrying that much heavy stuff, you know?”

He makes a noncommittal humming sound, but you roll your eyes like you can hear his critical thoughts anyway. “Why didn’t you take a break?” he asks.

“I didn’t want to complain.”

Remus huffs out a breath, amused despite himself. “You always were terrible at that.”

“Hey.” You sound on the brink of laughter. “Terrible at what?”

“At asking for the things you need. You’re always so worried about inconveniencing anyone you forget about yourself.”

He lifts the gauze from your wound, wiping the area clean before readying the suture needle. You tilt your head up at his touch, a cautious, sweet sort of smile playing on your lips. When your gaze finds his, it’s like the world softens.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” he tells you. The endearment aches in his throat, tender and familiar and far too intimate for whatever you are now, but if you notice you don’t show it. You close your eyes obediently.

Remus likes to think he gives his best effort to all his patients, but he knows as he works slowly on your stitches that he’s being extra careful with you. His eyes stay on his work with laser focus, one hand splayed across your hairline to steady him.

“Alright?” he asks you softly.

You loose a breath, somewhat shaky. “Yeah,” you say. “You’re right, I can’t really feel anything. It’s weird.”

“It might leave a bit of a scar,” he apologizes. “I’m trying to be as neat as I can, though.”

Your eyes open, seeking his, but you close them again when he tsks at you.

“That’s fine,” you say in a quiet voice. “I don’t mind if it does.”

Remus’ breath sticks in his lungs a bit, an old memory suddenly coming to him crystal clear. You in bed, lit by moonlight coming in through the open window, tracing his scars with your fingers and your mouth. Exceedingly gentle, not because you thought you’d break him but because you wanted to be, whispering sweet words that etched themselves into his heart and never left.

“It wouldn’t look bad on you,” he agrees.

“Right by my eyebrow, yeah?” Even with your eyes closed, your face is still expressive, your other eyebrow lifting with the corners of your mouth. “I think it’d look pretty badass.”

Remus has the terrible, fervent urge to kiss the skin beside that forming scar. He doesn’t know what he’s allowed, but he might just be desperate enough not to care. Maybe he’ll indulge after the stitches are done.

“Yeah,” he says, lovelorn. “It probably would.”

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cheapshrimpysheep · 5 days ago

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Unlucky Overtime

SUMMARY: The Spelldrive game against Royal Sword Academy was very close. But it was in overtime that the teams broke the tie and Night Raven College... lost. They were very upset by this loss and need your comfort even if they deny it.

CHARACTERS: Spelldrive Club 🧹 (Leona Kingscholar; Ruggie Bucchi; Epel Felmier)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Comfort; Kiss

WORD COUNT: An average of 780 words per character.

COMMENTS: Following the same premise as what I wrote for Basketball Club and Track and Field Club of "What if they lost?"

When I started writing about comforting them when they lose, I ended up finding it more interesting and cute than celebrating when they win. I think it's in the bad times that feelings are most intimate and honest.

When I wrote Epel's part, I was upset about something IRL and it ended up helping me writing him. 😂

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy 😉

CONTEXT: If there are competitive players who love to win, they are the members of the NRC Spelldrive Club. Leona, Ruggie and Epel especially. They were playing with everything, especially because of the school they were playing against. The game against Royal Sword Academy was very close, as expected.

When the game ended they needed to break the tie and so the game went into overtime. But unfortunately, this did not give your school the victory.

Leona seemed upset about losing, as did the other players on his team. But even so, he was the calmest in comparison.

They congratulated the RSA students on their victory (or as close to it as possible, if we ignore the slight growls and murderous looks). They avoided unnecessary interactions until they could leave the field.

You know very well how Leona hates to lose, especially when he tries so hard. And so you knew you had to check on him and try to comfort him, even if he says he doesn't want you to.

You go to the locker rooms exit, but you don't see Leona coming out. Many of the players looked at you angrily when they passed by, but knowing how close you were to Leona, they didn't have the courage to even be rude to you directly.

When you see Ruggie, you ask him about Leona. He tells you that Leona left right after he came in, that he went in, grabbed his things and left. He didn't even change his clothes. This worries you and Ruggie.

“You should go check on him.” Ruggie tells you. “And even if he says he wants to be alone, don't listen, okay? He likes your company even if he doesn't like to admit it. I would also warn you not to pressure him, but you already know that.”

“And where do you think he went?” You ask.

“Where do you think he went? Come on, it's not like we don't know his favorite spots.”

You decided to try your luck at the Botanical Garden, and it looks like you were right, but you didn't realize it right away. You go to one of his favorite spots under a certain tree. You look around, but you don't see anyone, until you suddenly see a tail appearing hanging down beside you. You look up and see Leona lying on a thick branch above you.

“I don't need your comfort.” Leona says, without moving and without looking at you. “Go to your dorm. It's late.”

“You wanted me to see you.” You say. “Otherwise you wouldn't let your tail fall beside me.”

“Believe what you want, herbivore.”

His tail was still there by your side and you don't resist to touch it to mess with him. You reach your hand towards his tail, but at the last second it swings, lightly hits you in the face and returns to Leona's lap, away from you. He finally looks at you, but with an annoyed face and growls.

“I'm not in the mood to play. Go away before I bite you... Don't look at me like that.” He adjusts his head again and stops looking at you.

You sit down against the tree trunk. He growls again, but doesn't move. Just like with cats, you'll just stay there waiting for him to come to you. You use your phone or read a book while you wait.

A few minutes later it starts to get colder, you start to notice it and curl up a little. Suddenly something falls on top of your head, you uncover yourself and see that it is a long coat. Leona's captain's coat. You look up and see him in the same lazy position but without the coat and just with the black clothes and belts. You put it on and you start to warm up right away because it was still warm from him having been wearing it.

A few more minutes later and you are startled again by something that falls right in front of you. Or rather, that lands right in front of you.

“Don't you get tired?” Leona asks you, crouching down and looking you in the eyes. “Of being so stubborn?” He has that unbothered, but still slightly annoyed face.

You put down what you had in your hands and stretch your legs on the floor. He gives you a little throat growl. You smile, but he growls at you more, and suddenly he throws himself at you as if he's going to attack you. But he didn't. He stopped very close to your face.

“Yes. I'm angry that I lost.” He says in a low voice. “And that's why you shouldn't have come to me. I don't need pity or words of comfort.”

“Do you really think I pity you?” You ask. “I wasn't worried about you being angry. I was worried that you would fall back into that depressive state of feeling like life is unfair and it's not worth trying anymore.”

His green eyes remain fixed on yours and suddenly he kisses you eagerly. You already know him well enough to know what truly hides behind those roars and tough guy mask. His instinct was to reward you for it.

After he breaks the kiss he lays his head either on your chest or in your lap and hugs you. You are trapped now until he is willing to let you go.

Ruggie was so angry that Leona had to calm him down. All the NRC players congratulated the RSA players, but clearly only because it was what they had to do. The tension and animosity could be cut with a knife. After that, the NRC players go straight to the locker rooms. You feel like you should check on Ruggie.

You go to the exit of the locker rooms to wait for him. Some of the players who passed you on their way out gave you bad looks, but knowing how close you were to Ruggie, they did nothing more than just grumble into the air.

When Ruggie finally left he was still angry. When he saw you, his expression didn't change much other than being a little embarrassed.

“Hi, sorry, I don't have time.” He apologizes, clearly trying to avoid you, but smiling. “I want to put these clothes in the wash ASAP.” He walks around you and starts going away.

You follow him.

“I was thinking about trying those new donuts from Sam's shop with you.” You say.

You see his ears twitch with interest.

“Yeah... but you know, I'm not really hungry. And since they're new, those donuts are still expensive. I'm waiting for him to lower the price a little.”

“Don't worry, I already bought them for you.”

Ruggie stops! And looks at you in surprise.

“You did?! Why?”

“I wanted to give them to you after the game anyway. You know, for the good game.” You see him pouting. “I didn't buy them as a consolation gift. I did it before the game started. I was going to give them to you even if you had won.”

He seemed more satisfied with that explanation and you took out the box you had in your backpack.

“How come I don't smell it?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise, so I asked Sam if there was a way to hide the scent from you. He used a spell on the box.”

Ruggie asks you if he charged extra for the spell. You said he didn't. Before you open the box, Ruggie suggests that you go to a more chill place. After all, you were still near the locker rooms surrounded by players and spectators.

The Windmill is right behind the coliseum and not many people usually go there. In fact, there was no one else there. The two of you sat on the edge of the stream that surrounded the Windmill. The sound of running water could calm both of you.

You open the box, take out one of the donuts and hold it up to his mouth. He blushes a little, but accepts your offer and takes a bite. You loosen your grip and he takes the donut out of your hand with his mouth.

While he was eating he looked at the water and despite the calming sound his anger returned because of the thoughts that also returned to that game. You could hear him mumbling softly, and see his ears back and his teeth showing.

He finishes eating the donut and stands up abruptly, starting to release his frustration with swearing and cursing to the air, kicking the ground and even pulling up grass. You remain sitting on the floor eating your donut.

As soon as he finishes his emotional outburst, which he always did with his back to you, he finally turns around, dropping his arms and sighing. He kneels down next to you, looks at you with a pout, picks up the box of donuts and takes it from your lap. For a second you think he's going to steal all the donuts for himself, but he sets the box aside and lays his head in your lap as if he's laying it on the pillow after a tantrum. You even hear a dog-like whining. If you pet his head, you might see his tail wagging a little.

The two of you continued eating the donuts as you pet his head and ears to comfort him. When the donuts are gone and the box is empty, he gets up, sitting on the grass next to you. Ruggie looks at you, still a little sad, but calmer and with an affectionate sparkle in his eyes.

He doesn't say anything, he just throws himself into a kiss as a thank you.

EPEL WAS PISSED!!! Leona and Ruggie had to calm him down. Even RSA players were scared to see someone like Epel like that. Like other NRC players he avoided unnecessary interactions with players from the opposing and winning team.

As soon as they were able to retreat to the locker rooms Epel was one of the quickest to leave the field. You knew you should check on him.

You go to the exit of the locker rooms to wait for him. You see the other NRC players walk past you, angry about losing and when you finally see Epel coming out of the locker room, the expression on his face is the same if not worse than that of his other teammates, even the vein in his forehead was bulging.

But that changes completely the moment he sees you. His shoulders, and consequently his posture, relaxed and he smiled slightly at you, knowing he couldn't fool you with a big smile. He had a bandage on his nose because of the injury he suffered when he blocked a shot with his face during the game.

You walk over to him and carefully place your hands on his face, showing your concern for his injury. He blushes!

“D-Don't worry. I'm fine, I promise... Gah, wait! Vil’s gonna kill me when he sees me like this!” He suddenly worries.

You say that Vil doesn't need to see him so soon and suggest that the two of you go for a walk so he can clear his head a bit. He sighs and accepts your offer, you are usually right at these times.

“I really need to go for a walk. Or a run. Dagnabbit, I don't even know if walking around the entire campus is enough. If we could leave the camps whenever we wanted and I had a Blastcycle, or... OH! What if you come with me for a broom ride?”

“But you just finished a game of Spelldrive.” You say “Are you sure getting back on a broomstick will be good for you?”

“Don't worry, I can separate a game from a ride. Trust me, it will be good to feel the fresh wind on my face.” He gives you a reassuring smile.

He goes to get his broom and you climb on it behind him, holding on to his torso. The beginning of the ride is pleasant, but eventually he starts to speed up until he reaches a point where you squeeze him and ask him to slow down.

“AH! Sorry, sorry, sorry! My mind went back to that game and I got angry again. I must have started speeding up by accident because of that. Sorry... I think we should stop somewhere for a break.”

He lands on the roof of Ramshackle Dorm.

“Sorry again if I worried you.” He tells you after you both get off the broom. But the ride actually helped me a bit.” Suddenly he grimaces in pain and puts his fingers to the bandage on his nose, it seems his bad mood was returning.

You cup his face and kiss his nose lightly. He blushes a lot again and look away from you.

“I wanted you to see us win.” He admits. “I was so excited to know you were watching. I really wanted to make you proud.”

You tell him that you're proud of him, just as Ruggie and Leona probably are too. Who wouldn't be? He always works so hard to improve. And he's still just a freshman, there will be more opportunities to win, he's just starting out. And for a start, you're sure he played better than a lot of freshmen. You finish by saying that he should rest, especially with an injury like that, and you even offer to take care of it for him if he needs.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N).” He smiles sweetly at you. “I promise I'll give you a win next time.”

If you say that you would prefer him to be more careful, his smile and gaze will become even more affectionate.

“I'll try. Although... hum, nothing.”

You say that now you want to know and he blushes slightly.

“I... I was just thinking that... it must be nice to be taken care of by you. I wouldn't mind getting a shot in the face again for that. Ha ha ha.”

If you hug him, he will freeze for a second, but then he will hug you back and you will feel a loving squeeze, as he whispers a thank you. If you let him, he will kiss your cheek after the hug. And if you want, he will continue with another type of kiss.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

#Twisted Wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst fluff #Twisted Wonderland Fluff #Leona Kingscholar #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #Ruggie Bucchi #Ruggie Bucchi x Reader #Epel Felmier #Epel Felmier x Reader

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reasonsforhope · 11 months ago

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"France became the first country in the world to make abortion a constitutional right Monday [March 4, 2024], with French lawmakers adopting the bill in a 780-72 vote in a move inspired by the U.S. reversal of Roe vs. Wade.

The law gives women a "guaranteed freedom" to choose for themselves if an abortion is the right choice to make.

The amendment won the support of the three-fifths of the 925 National Assembly and Senate members required to pass in an extraordinary afternoon session at the Palace of Versailles just outside Paris in a move that was overwhelmingly supported by the public.

Prime Minister Gabriel Attal said to those assembled in Congress Hall that "we owe a moral debt" to the women who had to suffer through illegal abortions in the past.

After the vote to approve the constitutional change, Paris' Eiffel Tower was lit with the words in French "my body my choice" in the country where abortion was first legalized in 1975, two years after the United States' first ruling on Roe vs. Wade...

While limiting abortion ranked very low on France's political agenda, lawmakers were prompted to take action to protect abortion rights in 2022 following the U.S. Supreme Court's overturning of the 1973 Roe ruling that legalized abortion. Subsequently, several American states have passed laws to restrict or outlaw the procedure.

"I say to all women within our borders and beyond, that today, the era of a world of hope begins," said Attal, who at 34 became the country's youngest prime minister.

This was the first time since 2008 that France took steps to change its constitution. There will be a ceremony to finalize the amendment on Friday [March 8, 2024], which is also International Women's Day."

-via UPI (United Press International), March 4, 2024

Note: It may be the first, but I am confident that it will not be the last!

#abortion #bodily autonomy #abortion is healthcare #pro abortion #reproductive freedom #abortion rights #pro choice #france #europe #hope #hope posting #women's rights #trans rights #abortion is a trans issue too #abortion access #abortion is a human right #good news #march 8th #international women's day

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ecstarry · 11 days ago

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@into-the-jeggyverse / last / 780 words / a love confession for @velanavis birthday

“My coffee will be cold by the time we get there,” Regulus groused.

James had suggested going back to his place before grabbing dinner. It sounded lovely—except Regulus knew it would mean the end of tender kisses, callused hands cupping his face, and those brown eyes looking at him like he was the first star they’d ever seen.

He’d find the most absurd excuses to stretch out the nights he had James all to himself.

“Then I’ll warm it up,” James countered instantly.

“It’ll taste like shit.”

“Then I’ll make you another one.”

“I’d rather take the reheated coffee, baby,” Regulus teased, his voice laced with a playful bite.

He only allowed himself to call James sweet things when he was teasing, probably why he got meaner as his feelings grew. Not that James seemed to mind. Regulus often wondered if James did it on purpose—if he loved being called "love" or "angel" by him so much that he intentionally annoyed him just to hear it.

“Come on, you liked it last time didn’t you?”

Regulus simply laughed in response.

“Okay. I’ll go to the shop and get you another one,” James offered, his stubbornness matching Regulus’ own.

Regulus sighed, unable to resist him. “Okay, then.”

“Really?” James’ entire face lit up.

With an exaggerated bow, James extended his arm to let Regulus walk ahead. They strolled to the car, and Regulus opened the passenger door for him, leaning against the frame as James buckled his seatbelt.

“You know I would be happy to spend money on coffee every day for you right?” James said with ease, he always did, as if his words carried no weight.

“Since when are you a philanthropist?”

“Since you’re the cause,” James confessed, his tone laced with an honesty that disarmed Regulus.

“Smooth, but not very casual of you, James.” Regulus closed the door, biting back the sting of knowing James probably didn’t mean it the way he wished he did.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, Regulus fastened his seatbelt and reached for the ignition when James spoke again.

“Would that be too bad?”

Regulus turned to him, brow furrowed. “What?”

“If I didn’t want to be casual anymore.”

The words hit him like a punch to the chest.

“I like having fun but I’mt not really into games, James. What are you saying?” Regulus’ voice cracked. His mind was running at a hundred miles per hour trying to keep him grounded to avoid getting hurt.

“You know what I’m trying to say.”

“Actually no, I’m tired of assuming what any of this means to you,” Regulus let out harshly.

James unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted to face him, reaching for his hand. His thumb brushed over the back of Regulus’ knuckles with that same maddening tenderness Regulus had been savoring for months.

“I want you,” James said softly.

“You already have me,” Regulus whispered, barely audible.

“I want to be with you.”

Regulus remained silent. He was terrified that any sudden movement would wake him up and reveal this was just a dream.

James dropped his gaze to the floor, as if his shoelaces could offer him advice. He took a deep breath, mumbled something that Regulus couldn’t understand and finally locked eyes with him.

“I fucking hate coffee, It makes me anxious, but you love it. And the only time you let me spend time with you—time that doesn’t involve a bed, or a couch, or some surface you can fuck me on—is at coffee shops or roasteries or whatever the hell they’re called. I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m okay with having just a part of you when I want all of you”

Regulus opened his mouth, unsure if anything would come out. His heart was threatening to rip him open and leap straight into the hands of the man in front of him. But James pressed on.

“No, don’t say that I won’t want all of you if I got to know you, because I already do okay? I do know you, no matter how desperately you try to act like I don’t. I know you and I want you.” James paused, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “I know you, and I want you,” he repeated, softer this time.

Regulus turned away, his vision blurring as the tears he’d been holding back threatened to spill. It wasn’t a dream.

“Will you look at me?”

He did as James asked—Regulus didn’t know how to deny him anything.

James held his gaze, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to be yours just as much as I want you to be mine.”

“I’ve always been yours, Jamie.”

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valeovalairs · 7 months ago

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Hehe, Shilo in the bathroom

here’s a sneak peek. And actually, now that you’ve seen a bit, do you think it’d be better to rate this T or M. I do go into a bit of slightly gore-y detail about the whole ripping a guys throat out, but im not sure, cause it’s not like over the top descs.

400 words already, yeah i can knock out a 1k worded fic tonight. That’s doable. See you guys in a few hours.

#780 words now this is the most I’ve written in a while

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fangdokja · 1 month ago

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“They all warned you about me, didn’t they? But you just couldn’t stay away.”

♡ Book. A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Volleyball Captain x Fem. Reader

♡ Oneshot. #1

♡ Word Count. 780

You didn’t hear the gym door lock.

Not at first.

The air was thick with the sharp tang of sweat and the hollow echoes of balls slamming into the floor. The volleyball captain—him—stalked the court like a predator in his natural habitat, his voice sharp and commanding as he barked orders to his underlings. Those too weak to meet his expectations received only scorn, his disdain slicing deeper than the aching muscles in their failing bodies.

But when his gaze slid to you, the intensity shifted. A dark hunger, all-consuming and endless, pooled in his depthless eyes. You thought you were hidden behind the rows of bleachers, barely noticed. You were wrong.

He had seen you before you even stepped into the building.

“You shouldn’t be here, babe.” His voice was silk dipped in venom, every syllable carrying the unspoken threat that tightened your throat. His words were for you alone, though the gym’s acoustics carried them like gunfire.

You froze. Maybe it was the weight of his words. Maybe it was the calculated slowness with which he walked toward you, each step measured, deliberate, as if to savor the inevitability of your submission. The floor creaked under his weight—no, not creaked, moaned—like it too feared the power behind his towering, muscular frame.

Your pulse stuttered when he reached you, his body radiating a heat that pressed against your skin, suffocating. His broad shoulders blocked out the fluorescent light, his shadow swallowing you whole.

“Why are you shaking?” he asked, a savage grin splitting his face. He tilted his head, feigning curiosity, though his sharp, calculating gaze left no room for innocence. “Scared of me?”

Your denial was a whisper, barely audible, but his sharp ears caught it. He chuckled, the sound so low and menacing it seemed to reverberate in your bones. He reached out, his fingers trailing along the curve of your jaw, down the line of your neck—an act so intimate it felt more like possession than touch.

“Lying to me now, are you?” His voice dropped, a snarl that promised punishment. “That’s cute. Real cute. But I don’t like liars.”

He grabbed your wrist, his grip ironclad, and yanked you forward. Your feet skidded on the polished floor, and you collided with his chest. His heartbeat thundered against your cheek, steady and unrelenting—a contrast to the frantic rhythm of your own.

“You think you can walk into my life, flutter those pretty innocent eyes at me, then just leave?” His breath was hot against your ear, each word enunciated with a calculated malice. “No, no, no. You’re in my world now. And in my world, little girls don’t get to play pretend.”

When you tried to pull away, his hand tightened, the pressure just shy of breaking bones. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he murmured, “Run. If you want to make this fun, I’ll even give you a head start. But know this—once I catch you, you’re mine. Forever.”

The way he said it—"mine"—wasn’t a promise. It was a death sentence.

You didn’t run. Your legs wouldn’t listen, paralyzed by the suffocating dread that filled the room. He laughed again, low and condescending, as if amused by your futile defiance.

“Smart girl,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery. “It’s better this way. Saves me the trouble of breaking those pretty little legs of yours.”

He dragged you backward, his strength so overwhelming it left no room for resistance. The gleaming, sweat-streaked gym blurred around you, the world narrowing to the sound of his ragged breaths and the suffocating grip of his calloused hands.

“You should have stayed home,” he mused, his tone almost conversational, as though discussing the weather. “But then again, what kind of man would I be if I let my girl wander off? You belong to me now. I’ll make you understand that.”

The gym door creaked as he pushed it open, the dim light spilling into the hallway. No one was there. No witnesses. No escape.

His hand slid down your arm, past your wrist, to lace his fingers through yours. The act was jarring in its mockery of tenderness. His grip was so tight it felt like shackles, unyielding and final.

“You’ll thank me one day,” he said as he pulled you into the shadows. His grin was a blade, razor-sharp and merciless. “For saving you from this filthy world. For making you mine.”

And then the door slammed shut, leaving nothing but darkness and the echo of his laughter.

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markleessodalite · 1 month ago

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Most to Least Likely to Make the First Move

Headcanon: Who in NCT Dream is the most and least likely to initiate flirting and ask for your contact?

Content warnings: none! :D

Word count: 780

MOST Chenle > Jaemin > Mark > Renjun > Haechan > Jeno > Jisung LEAST

Chenle:

Chenle’s one of the most extroverted members, and I think flirting would be no different.

He’d definitely rely on his sense of humor more than anything and would try to charm you by making you laugh.

He wouldn’t be cheesy or cliché by any means– his flirting would be somewhat hidden between his lines of banter, so you could easily miss it in the moment and not even realize it until later that day.

However, if Chenle is seriously interested, I could see him taking a more straightforward approach and being more obvious before just straight up asking for your contact.

Jaemin:

Jaemin is also one of the stronger conversationalists in Dream, and I think that would translate into his flirting style.

He’s the type of person to just say whatever he’s thinking, so his flirting would be very to the point (maybe even a little surprisingly blunt). Maybe a sly joke here and there, but mostly just a lot of compliments.

I could see him almost coming off like… borderline cringey? Like he might say something that would trigger your gag reflex if it wasn’t coming from someone as charming as him lol

I don’t think he’d be quite as bold as Chenle though, and definitely wouldn’t ask for your contact unless he was 100% sure you were responding well to his flirting.

Mark:

Mark is a bit of an awkward flirter, but there’s no way that will stop him from trying.

The awkwardness is part of the charm. Like how could a guy so handsome and talented be so abysmal at flirting??? Its so bad that it works, and I think Mark totally understands the power of being goofy.

Like Chenle, he��s gonna try to make you laugh (whether it be with him or at him)

I don’t see him directly asking for your contact though– i feel like he’d try to make y’all mutuals on instagram or something and just continue the flirting there

Renjun:

I think Renjun truly represents the middle ground here.

He likely won’t initiate the flirting, but if you start it, he will respond.

Renjun’s flirting is much more lowkey than the previous three though

I think he’s a body language kind of flirt: lots of eye contact, LOTS of focus just on you, very smiley and giggly.

When it comes to asking for your contact, he’s a bit of a wild card. He might or he might not, just depending on the day.

Haechan:

Even though Haechan is one of Dream’s top tier yappers, I don’t actually see him being that flirty?

Like he knows how to have a conversation and be an entertainer, but in his mind, flirting with someone is very different (and more intimidating) than just making your friends or an audience laugh.

I think if he was genuinely interested in someone, he’d be more concerned with just not looking like a loser.

But if you started flirting with him, he’d definitely respond well.

He might not be that good at bantering back because his brain might as well be frozen over at this point, but he will smile at you with those honey cheeks and laugh at everything you say.

Like with Renjun, its a toss-up whether he’d ask for your contact or not, but you’d probably have to ask him.

Jeno:

Now we’re in the territory of who would not make the first move, starting with Jeno.

Do y’all remember that Kode episode where Chenle was anonymously flirting with Jeno? That man was about to have a panic attack lol

I don’t think it’d be much different with someone he was actually interested in either– you’d definitely have to initiate the flirting, and you’d have to be the one to ask for his contact as well.

However, I do think Jeno would have some moments of bravery every now and then.

Maybe on a particularly good day he’d feel bold enough to ask for your contact, but its like a 30% chance tbh.

Jisung:

There is no way Jisung would ever start flirting with someone.

Anytime another member says anything even remotely flirty, Jisung is off to the side all flabbergasted and borderline offended lol

If you were to start flirting with him, it would take him a minute (or several) to adjust to the dynamic, and if he actually enjoys you flirting with him, he’s just gonna sit there and hope you ask him for his contact.

I feel like he's the kind of person who would be saying all kinds of things over text but the second y'all meet up in person he's 0_0

There might be a small, miniscule chance he does make the first move, but it’s about a 5% chance… so you better be feeling bold and confident because you’re gonna be doing the heavy lifting here.

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illusioninfnty · 1 year ago

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frantic ↠ day 9 ; size difference

↠ jim hopper x reader

fandom: stranger things word count: 780 warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, rough sex, slapping, cum eating, degradation

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

You could tell that Hopper was stressed just by the way he banged on your door. You took your time to slowly peel yourself from your chair, wanting to tease him just a bit as you knew exactly what it would lead to.

You wrapped your sweater closer to your chest as you creaked the door open, peeking your head out. You craned your neck up to meet his eyes, already heavy with lust. As you took in his appearance, still in his uniform, you saw the frustration building up in his gaze. You smirked and pushed the door fully open, allowing Hopper to push past you.

As soon as you closed and locked the door Hopper grabbed you by the back of your head, forcing it back and he leaned down, covering your lips with his. You gasped into his mouth, not expecting his sudden action.

“Aren’t you going to say hello first?” you asked, pulling away from him when his grip finally loosened up.

He huffed out a small laugh and smirked down at your smaller frame, arms crossed and chin tilted up towards him. “No time for that.”

He kissed you again and groaned into your lips. “Can’t get enough of you.” His large hands moved to cup your cheeks, engulfing the entire bottom of your face.

You felt the heat rush to your face and pulled away before things got too intense. “Want to move to the bedroom.”

Hopper didn’t budge one bit.

“No. Here.”

Without any warning, he lifted you up with one arm, the other fumbling with the button of your jeans. He ripped them off within seconds, leaving you in just your panties.

“Hop!” you gasped. Chills ran down your spine, from both the sudden chill and the brute strength shown by Hopper.

With his free hand he undid his belt and pulled his massive cock out of his pants. He didn’t even give you a second to prepare before he shoved himself deep inside of you.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Hopper grunted as he pistoned his hips. Your body, completely in his hands, banged against the wall behind you repeatedly. You arched your back, desperate to feel more of him. “Such a little slut,” he hissed. “You like taking my big dick, don’t you?”

He grabbed the flesh or your ass, spanking some as you gasped. Your body was so full from his cock, overloaded by the pleasure.

You were shook out of your stupor by a large hand hitting your face.

“Answer me,” Hopper growled.

“Yes! Yes!” Your mouth was wide open and you could feel drool running down the side. Your eyes rolled back into your head as Hopper continued to push his way inside you.

A harmony of groans were the only sounds that left the two of you for a while, both caught up in the lust of the other. Hopper’s hands dug into the skin of your hips, surely to leave marks for days to come. You could already feel the bruises that were forming on your back from the brunt of Hopper’s thrust.

All of your strength had left your body. The only reason you hadn’t fallen yet was because Hopper held you up. He lifted you so that you had a perfect view of his muscles, clenched tight as he thrusted in and out of you.

His uneven rhythm told you that he was close, and his low grunts of pleasure was what finally sent you over the edge.

Your legs trembled furiously with the force of your orgasm. They dangled in the air, several feet off the ground from Hopper’s hold. You tried to wrap them around his broad frame, but he held you in place with a much greater force than you could fight.

“Fuck!” Heat filled you as Hopper came, thrusting deep into you as you recovered from your own peak. He pulled out, and you watched as his cum dripped down your leg. “There it is, baby.” Hopper scooped some of it in his fingers and brought it up to your face. “Open up.”

You complied easily, four of his fingers stuffing your mouth full. You swirled your tongue all around, as much as you could with your face stuffed. He shoved them in deeper, causing you to gag.

He pulled them out a couple seconds later. You began to cough from the intrusion, drool escaping the corners of your mouth. Your body still shook from pleasure, chest heaving as it grazed the fabric of Hopper’s uniform.

“Hop,” you moaned, “let me down.”

But instead of lowering you, Hopper smirked at you before throwing you over his shoulder with ease.

“Now we can take it to the bedroom.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper #stranger things x reader #jim hopper smut

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