#I hope you don't mind me replying aha

[mayuichi]

Spending your birthday with them.

Include:

Genshin Impact [ Alhaitham, Wriothesley, Heizou ]

Honkai: Star Rail [ Aventurine & Veritas Ratio ]

Persona 5 [ Akechi Goro ]

Moriarty the Patriot [ William James Moriarty & Fred Porlock ]

Content Warning: fem!reader, I'm sorry for men that may read this! If you easily switch pronouns in your mind then go ahead, but there's mention of the reader wearing a dress at some point! (kind of irrevelant though, so I think you can imagine something else then?), pet names and.. that's all i think-. it's just a fluff so...

may's note: im so sorry i took so long to come back!! ive got a lot on my plate recently, i had planned another oneshot to come out but but BUUT!! My best friend's birthday is right around the corner when I write this (aha just a day before.. hi..) so im writing this for her, with her favourites and some that i know she loves <3 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!! I HOPE YOULL HAVE AN AMAZING DAY AND THAT YOU GOT THAT PLUSH YOU WANTED TO GO WITH AVENTURINE!! ive kinda rushed this to come out ngl, because its been a month im like "i have the time" until i didnt have time anymore.. sorry if it sucks :(

This artwork has been made by susucre! Do not steal/use it! every other used for the headers are official arts!

Even if he doesn't want to, he has duties now. Or at least, unexpected duties. But you can be sure Alhaitham always makes some time for you. How can he not? You're his sweetheart. Well, he isn't one to give sweet names but he still thinks so.

However, how could've you expect him to forget about your birthday? It's once a year, and he doesn't really care much about them usually. But we're talking about you. Of course he can't forget about it. He wants you happy, and he knows you'd hate if he doesn't at least wish you a happy birthday.

But what was your surprise when you find him still in bed, beside you, his right arm drapped over you as he reads from the other. Isn't he supposed to be at work, at the Akademiya? You don't even have the time to inquire, he saw your eyes fluttering open.

“Good morning.„ he briefly looks over you, before focusing back onto his book. But he strokes your side with his hand gently. He isn't much of a talker, but his small gestures are everything, aren't they?

He rapidly finishes his page, and places the book down to turn to you. “I'll let you take a shower and I'll prepare you breakfast.„ you can't even reply that he's already out of bed and heading to the kitchen. You'll just have to go shower.

It's your special day. Of course you'll wear a pretty dress, you want to feel extra pretty for today. When done, you head to the living room, finding him waiting for you to eat. It isn't a feast, but more than enough for the both of you. The silence is comfortable, only your breathing.

“Where are you going?„ he inquires when he sees you about to open the front door. You thought you'd go on a walk. “I haven't overworked myself for a week so I could have a full day off for you to ditch me, you know?„

It wasn't much, maybe even a bit offensive for some. But the idea that he paid attention enough to be certain to have a complete day off for you is enough to make you smile. And so, you chuckle and walk towards him.

“The weather is nice. It's sunny. We should go out together, don't you think?„ you tilt your head, waiting for his approval.. or for a compromise.

“It is. It's the perfect weather to do nothing at all. Or to read next to a window.„ without further notice, he stands and pulls you with him to the nearby window. Making you sit in his lap, he pulls out a book and rests his chin on top of your head.

“Maybe it isn't the best birthday you'll ever have, but I hope my company is enough.„ he isn't necessarily insecure, far from it even. But it's your special day. He just wants to make you happy, doesn't he?

And even if he says so, just reading in his lap with him, is enough. Spending time with him makes it nicer. Leaning further into his chest, you sigh and start to read with him. He's careful to wait for you, to ensure you finished before he actually turns the page.

He'll take breaks from time to time to make you both a drink, or to let you talk a bit. It isn't partying, but being able to spend the day together, reading and talking, without him possibly thinking about his duties is a luxury he doesn't always allow himself.

And he's more than glad for it to be with you.

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐒˚ ◌༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ⋆·˚ ༘ *︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚༊*·˚

Until now, Wriothesley was used to stay in the Fortress most of his time. It never bothered him. Sigewinne keeps him company, and his prisoners aren't too bad most of the time. Even Neuvillette or Clorinde comes visit him from time to time.

But it changed when he met you. He didn't want you to be that often in the Fortress, and yet he couldn't help but want you. You don't know it, but he even asked Neuvillette for your birthday. It has never been that much of a talk in between you. You were both kind of over it after all. You aren't toddlers for who it is extremely important to get one year older.

But he wants your first birthday with him to be special, to be something you'd remember. He wants to make this day amazing. And for that, he had to have permissions and ensure the paperwork was done before that day. He had to be prepared for any possibility, to be called in for an emergency if someone tried to escape, or if they get overwhelmed and for your day to be ruined.

But he was willing to take that risk.

On your occasional weekly visit, you both talk and drink tea together, as any other time. You're not sure when, yet now, he has you in his arms, holding you close. It is as if he believed you were leaving. He's quick to compose himself and just steals a kiss from you, to hide his worries behind that smirk he always has when he surprises you.

“By the way, I've heard your birthday is soon, isn't it?„ you raise an eyebrow. You haven't told him, yet he knows. “Would you like us to spend the day together?„

You were so sure he meant inside the Fortress of Meropide, that when he mentioned that it wouldn't be there, but in the city, your eyes widened. Of course, you firstly worried about his work. It isn't like he's just a guard who could take a day off or a sick day. He has a prison to keep in place.

But he assured you it'd be alright. And so you trust him. There's no reason for you not to.

Your birthday was soon to come, and you waited for him in front of the Fortress' entrance. Dressed in a pretty outfit, that you kept on for this occasion, you obviously felt amazing. And upon seeing you, Wriothesley grinned. “Someone made herself extra beautiful for today.„

His tone flirty, he wraps his left arm around your waist and pulls you close, pressing his lips on your hair. “It suits you perfectly. But you're always beautiful.„ his words meant the world to you.

And so began the day. Wriothesley is careful, meticulous even. He makes sure you stay hydrated, well fed and have fun. If you want a pastry, he'll buy it without a second thought. This piece of jewerly looks pretty on you? He'll offer it to you, no matter the cost.

It's weird for everyone to see the Duke out of the Fortress. He's respected for sure, and well known. You hold hands all day long, sometimes stealing kisses when you're in a alley or when no one's looking.

When the sun fades away to let the moon takes place, stars show up too. Now sitting near the water, you both look up at the navy blue sky. Wriothesley lets out a sigh and clears his throat. “I hope you had fun. I'm not sure when I'd be capable to have such a long time outside the Fortress without it being work related.„

Sure or not, you're just happy he manages to have time for you. And he's relieved everything went smoothly. He leans closer to you, his lips grazing your cheek. “Happy birthday.„

And even if it has caused him some stress, he's ready to do it over again next year if it makes him see your eyes so sparkly and shiny with delightment and happiness.

He'd risk anything to see you smile and hear your laughers echoing in his ears.

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The good part of being a detective is that he knows how to not leave any clue about his true intentions. And so, he can surprise you whenever he wants and you won't even realise he has planned it for a while!

Since Heizou can hardly take a day off recently, you agreed it'd be better if you spend the day with your friends and just leave your evening for him.

It was an amazing day, your friends and you strolled around the city, went to some fancy places and just spoiled you entirely. But it felt off, knowing that Heizou wasn't with you like you wished he could've.

They dropped you by your house, and with a sigh, you stepped inside. Of course Heizou wasn't home yet. It wasn't surprising, he's quite overwhelmed with work lately. Yet there was a small disappointment in your chest. Your heart was a bit heavier. But you brush it off.

By the time he gets home, you had just finished preparing dinner. He steps closer with that shitty grin and clears his throat. “Such a sweetie, making dinner when I hoped I'd have time to treat you today.„ of course, he doesn't want you to do any effort for today, but his schedule decided otherwise.

And so, with a swift movement, he shoves a bouquet against your chest. “I know it isn't much compared to how it could've been nicer to spend the day together, but I hope it'll make it up for it a bit.„

Heizou has always been a romantic at heart, he loves it when he sees your cheeks flushing and feels your breath growing faster from his teasing. And he's delighted to see that sweet blush spreading slowly.

Leaning in close, he takes your hands in his, and presses a chaste kiss on your lips. “Let's eat dinner and enjoy the time we have tonight, alright? I need to make it up for you.„

He lets you take care of the bouquet first, ensuring it won't die just yet. He teases you about your day, plays with you some games and even let you win for once. And needless to say the night ends in something.. more than just flirt and teasing.

But he hopes next year won't be as busy, so he can treat you like the princess you are in his eyes.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ☽ ✧˖*°࿐ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A gambler. That's what he'll always be no matter what, no matter the day. He needs to work every single day, to be a good asset for the IPC. He can't afford losing. He will never accept it.

But today, Aventurine thought it'd be nice to let you experience gambling too. Well, not as much as he usually does, but more in a regular casino. He's obviously well known here, and has some free drinks. But he wants you to enjoy it too.

He teaches you how to do, the ropes of each games. To guess when to stop, and more importantly of course, to understand the rules and that losing can cost a lot. But deep down, Aventurine doesn't give a fuck about how much money you'll lose. He has way more than someone can think of.

Each games were fun, but you hated seeing those girls eyeing him like you don't exist. Don't they see you, the gorgeous girl sitting next to him, with who he holds hands? Or perhaps they don't care. But it frustrates you.

Even more so when one comes closer and accidentally spills wine on Aventurine's jacket. He doesn't react at first. But he grows more and more impatient as she tries to clean her mess.

But he got fed up when she literally sat in between the both of you. Who does she think she is? “Excuse me, Miss,„ with a dry chuckle and bright smile, he stands up and walks behind her, “don't you see her?„

Swiftly, almost as if he has always been ready for it, he pulls you close, your head resting on his chest. Your face flushes bright red of course, but you don't say anything. “She already holds the string. And compared to you, she doesn't care about my money. So if you please, do not dare to bother us further on her special day.„

He leads you away, and yet, casts them a last glance, “Except if you want to face the consequences, that is. But I doubt you would like it.„

He'd never let anyone makes you feel inferior, nor worthless, and even less when it's supposed to be your day. The day he caters to your every need without any complaint or question.

Upon arriving to a new game, away from those nuisance, he holds your hand in his, pressing his forehead against yours. “I'm sorry, darling. But I promise you, you're the only one in my eyes. The prettiest, the cutest, and the most loveable woman I've ever set my eyes on.„

He'd cherish you. He knows the pain, and he wants to keep you away from it. He struggles at time, but every effort is worth of your smile. Every day is a delight to get home to you, to know you're his, and that he's yours.

That he has a home. A home with you.

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What were you thinking when you first confessed to him? Of course you thought he'd reject you. We're talking about Veritas Ratio. But to your surprise, he accepted! But maybe you should've been careful... He's a teacher.

It isn't uncommon for Veritas Ratio to call you stupid or dumb, because you don't understand something or that you made a mistake on something simple. But you also know he'll always be here for you.

Compared to one of his colleage, he isn't particularly rich. Don't get me wrong, he is completely financially stable, and he won't be anytime soon the type to get ruined. But basically, if you need special teaching in something he doesn't master, he won't hesitate to help you with it.

He can't help but put intellect into a bit everything he does. But he knows it can piss you off at times, especially when it's not the moment for it.

Today, he has a long day. Longer than intended. So you nicely bring him lunch. Yet he requests of you to stay until his break is over. You know he isn't one to care about birthdays, but he does remember them if he is supposed to know them. Yours is no exception.

“I'm going to be home later than usual tonight, but perhaps you have any wish for how we spend our time?„ it isn't often that he lets you so openly choose. But you don't wait more time to ask if you could watch a movie and snuggle. You need nothing more than some rest, and so does he.

Laughers fill the empty classroom, except for the both of you. He knows when to not overdo it, especially with you. He will never admit it entirely, but he doesn't want to risk losing you. He can't. Not when you bring him so much by just existing.

There's a reason why he doesn't want you to be to close to that blonde, don't you think? But it doesn't matter.

In the evening, after you shared dinner, you set on the couch with him, snuggling up. His left hand caressing your side while his right one is holding a pen. Of course he can't only watch a movie, he needs to keep on going with his paperwork. But he doesn't entirely focus on it.

However, from time to time, you'd hear from Veritas that he clicks his tongue. He seems rather.. unpleased. And when you take a look, you don't see anything wrong. “Of course you don't, you're too much of an idiot to realise that student's mistake. What a pity.„

Unfortunately for you, you dared to ask what was the mistake.. and now you're in for a lecture. He sits you up and explains to you, in a rather annoyed tone. It isn't a surprise to say that you both don't even noticed when the movie has finished.

You're about to stand up when he holds you back, pulling you in his lap. “Don't you dare run away from my lecture. You asked to know, so you'll know.„ It promises to be an interesting evening and night, especially if you try to push your luck.

Veritas will make sure you get the appropriate punishment if his patience runs out by the time he's done with you.

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Have you ever imagined he'd steal your heart? A detective by day, a Phantom Thief by night. He earned his title well, he's definitely a prince in your eyes.

“Are you still listening?„ Akechi inquires. You have to admit, you weren't. You were too charmed into his eyes, shining as he shares his day with you.

“I've been thinking, there's an amusement park not far from here. Would you like to go with me?„ he asks. He isn't really scared of asking you on a date anymore. Of course, he couldn't help but feel like he isn't enough at times. But you love him, right? He can't let his insecurities win over.

And so, you are now on a date with him, on your birthday. He cares for a bit everything. He makes sure the sun isn't hitting you too hard, that you drink enough, and especially have fun.

You're the only one lucky enough to see him almost constantly out of his detective prince persona. To know the real him. He has his issues, and sometimes he may snaps at you. But he apologises and proves that he changes. He already does, but he tries to make sure you know he's willing to become better for you.

You're his light, and he can't lose you. At first, he even thought you loved that coffee shop's employee, but he felt lucky when you reciprocated his feelings.

Since then, Akechi would take you out often. To the beach, at restaurant, or even just for a walk. He wants you to know he cares, and he wants you only. He needs to be careful though, but he makes it work out.

Getting into a bit every attractions, he even ends up winning you a teddy bear. No one is ever too old for one after all, right? As he hands it to you, he presses a kiss on your lips, soft and tender, as if he wants the time to stop.

The sun sets slowly, and you get into the Ferris Wheel to end up the day. It's cozy, just the two of you. He holds you close, his nose in your hair as he breathes in your scent. “Happy birthday, my love.„

Why would he need to say anything more? Your heart races, and you look up at him with a sheepish smile. No one can mistake that expression on both of your faces. You're so undeniably in love with each other.

“I know I fucked up, especially when you discovered what I've done. But I'll become better. For you, and for us. So please, stay with me.„ he couldn't help but squeezing you tighter against him, as if you won't allow him time.

“I love you. So fucking much.„ he whispers as the sun disappears from view, letting the moon rise slowly. He'll always do his best for you, to be worthy of you.

Because he loves you. And he'll make every birthday from now on special for you.

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It took him time to allow himself to be vulnerable in front of you. To allow you to see the worst part of him. To see the monster beneath. He was certain he'd lose you. And yet, you're still here, beside him.

William is more than delighted to know you aren't ready to leave him. To know you'll stay. He doesn't entirely understand his feelings himself, but he has them, and that's all that matters.

To say William cares about birthdays is an understatement. He doesn't make big things, but he shows his care for sure. So don't you dare think you'll be an exception.

He has been quite busy lately, but he made sure he'd be here for your birthday. From waking to sleep. He stays in bed with you until you stir awake. Your eyes flutter open, the first sight being his blonde locks.

He presses a gentle kiss on your forehead and lets you get ready while he goes preparing breakfast for you. Going downstairs, you smell the sweet scent of food filling your nose.

He serves you, as well as himself, before eating and letting you talk of whatever comes in your mind. He could listen to you all day long, but today wasn't that. He'd spend some quality time with you, no matter what.

He helps you putting on your coat, and holds your hand as you get inside the carriage. He feels your head resting on his shoulder, and he simply caresses the back of your hand with his thumb.

Getting into town, he dismisses the carriage for now. No need for that. He wants you to enjoy the place. If there's something appealing to you, he'll be ready to let you have it. But in the end, he's mostly the one who wants to buy you things.

A beautiful necklace, it'd go perfectly around your neck. Gesturing you to get closer, he carefully puts it around your neck and smiles. “It looks beautiful on you.„ his voice, smooth and quiet, holds so much love. Without hesitation, he buys it for you.

You walk hands in hands, past bakeries and shops, stopping when something would be nice for you. You're definitely spoiled, and it was unexpected for you. You aren't with William for his money, and he knows it. But today, he wants to make sure you'll remember it.

By the evening, inside the carriage to get back home, he lets you rest against him. It has been a tiring day after all, yet so thrilling. But the best was to come in his eyes.

Entering the manor, the living room has been decorated especially for you, a bouquet from Fred's garden waiting as well as a freshly baked cake by Louis. And they were all here too. Well, some like Sebastian aren't so happy, but they could make that effort.

He has planned it all, and it was worth it. For that smile, those happy tears, and those laughers and happiness filling the manor for the rest of the evening.

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He has never been much of a talker. Ever since you both met, he mostly listened to you, no matter what you'd say. And he has a great memory too.

Fred is a caring man, he just stays quiet. He doesn't want to be noticed, he likes his tranquility, despite the circumstances of his current work under William. He absolutely adores the idea of being in charge of the garden, though.

He doesn't show it, but he appreciates plants and flowers. And whenever you may search him, you always find him there. He's peacefully repotting some flowers, to make sure they can grow further.

His head snaps up when you ask him if you can help. “Shouldn't you.. be with the others, celebrating your birthday..?„ he's unsure. He looks at you with suspicions, but in the end, he relents. You must have your reasons to not be celebrating it with them.

He loves spending time with you, but he doesn't want you to restrain yourself from having a good time just because he's tending to flowers.

But when he sees you, right here, with a smile as you carefully move a flower, it feels him with joy. He doesn't show his love much, he does it through small gestures like making sure there's always some of your favourite flowers in the bedroom for the scent. Or to stay with you throuhough breakfast.

It's those small gestures that makes you love him even more each day. And you just want to spend time with him, especially today.

He shyly scoots closer to you, to correct you. “You shouldn't be doing it like that.. it can hurt the roots.„ he doesn't scold you, he just tries to teach you.

Yet, he doesn't move away once done. He stays close. Until he gathered the courage to press his lips against your temple. “Happy birthday.„

It's cute, the way he quickly walks away to care for other plants. But you just thank him quietly. The day passes in a blur, and without even noticing, the moon is in the sky, and you're both still in the greenhouse.

He holds you tight against him, the garden not over yet but it's too late to keep working. And he has cut a rose to give you, making sure to also cut the thorns so you can't get hurt.

“We should head back inside, it's getting cold.„ he helps you up, until you're both home. He even helps to wash your hands, in your sleepy state.

He never thought he'd enjoy gardening with someone so much, and yet..

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[stolenbythegods]

The youth startles rather badly as he's addressed, his earthen eyes - previously turned downward - snapping to the figure briefly before they avert once more. His beautiful face is twisted into an expression of strained fear, and he hunches himself to make himself smaller, as if he might avoid the attention turned towards him. But to not answer would be rude, and so he stutters an answer, leaning his body forward into a bow as he does.

"G-Greetings, Lady Aphrodite," he stammers, trembling. He is still so new to Olympus, having been snatched only a moon and a half ago, and he has been keeping himself confined to his quarters when not called upon by Zeus or attending to his duties as the king's new cupbearer. Very few beyond Zeus himself have addressed him, though Ganymede is not ignorant to the curious stares. It was only a matter of time before he was approached, but he did not expect it to be on only the second occasion he's braved venturing out of his rooms to explore what he is accepting now as his new home.

"It... It is an honour to meet you. I- I am Ganymede. H-How may I be of service to you?"

Open Starter!

The goddess stood before them, her face half hidden by an embroidered veil. She moved delicately, almost ghost-like. Her gaze, however, remained soft and curious as she approached them.

"Hello, you." She began, a smile forming upon her rounded lips. Her eyes brightened, as if recognizing the face before her. She approached the other, hands clutched upon her chest. "I was worried that we would never meet properly."

"You see, I've been watching you for a LONG time now..."

[storydays]

Dad Beat Dad P2

(3rd POV)

*With the tour*

"So, once we have proof that redemption is possible, this whole hotel will be full of demons wanting to check out into Heaven. We just need a little more time to prove it." Charlie rambled to her father, "The sharing circles haven't been working as fast as I hoped..." 

" 'Ey, Boss? Can I have a word?" Husk whispered to Alastor. The Radio Demon watched as the tour continued, before turning to the cat demon with a raised eyebrow. "What is it?" He asked, turning the radio effect off on his voice. 

"You and I both know Mimzy only shows up when she needs somethin'." Husk's wings ruffled slightly showing his irritation. "That bitch is trouble, and who knows what kinda demon she fucked with to come running to you this time?"

"It's nothing I can't handle. Don't worry, Husker. Who in their right mind would cross me?" Alastor said smugly. "I mean...you've been gone a while and it's not like anybody knows why." Husk raised an eyebrow.  "They don't need to know. And don't worry your fuzzy little head about it." mocked Alastor as he rubbed one of Husk's ears. 

The cat demon shoved his hand away, and growled, "You may own my soul, but I ain't your fucking pet!"  "Hmhm! But you are! Haha!" Alastor giggled, walking away. 

"Big talk for someone who's also on a leash/" muttered the bartender.  Static filled the hallway as the lights flickered, Alastor stopping in his walk before side eyeing Husk. "Aha, what did you say?" he demanded, eyes now radio dials. 

"Oh, fuck!" groaned Husk as a green chain formed around his neck before pulling him to the ground. "Nothing, I um--" Alastor pulled on the chain, making the cat choke. "If you ever say that again," the deer started, playing with the chain in his hands, "I will tear your soul apart and broadcast your screams," He briefly grew to a bigger size, towering over Husk, "For every other disrespectful wretch who dares to question me."

"Understood." Husk muttered, trembling in fear. "Lovely. Good talk, my good man. Always nice to catch up." Alastor chuckled, jaunty music playing. 

*Back with the tour again*

"And we've almost been able to find all of Angel's drug stashes." Vaggie looked to the side as she added, "Almost." The three had now made their way to one of the balconies, to talk more privately. Vaggie leaned against the railing as Charlie took over. 

"Soo, once that's out of the way, it should be much smoother sailing." Charlie chimed in. "Well, that certainly is, uh...is-is something." Lucifer commented. 

"So..What do you think?" the princess asked hopefully. "About what?" The king asked lazily.

"The hotel." Charlie replied, slightly desperate. 

"Oh yes, it does....it does look much better now, doesn't it?" Lucifer sweatdropped nervously, looking for an excuse, before messing with the railing in front of him. "Ya know, but I'm thinking this railing needs work, one good push and you'd just go right over the edge. Whoopie, bye-bye." 

Charlie blinked at her father's weirdness. "What? No, no, the plan, Dad!" 

The princess was so frustrated, she didn't seen the forlorn look on her father's face. "What do you think about using the hotel to help sinners?" she asked. 

"Ahh..." he sighed before turning to look Charlie in the face. "Alright, I mean, look, I love that you want to see the best in people, but these sinners..." He made a face, "You know, they're just the worst. I-I don't know how much you can realistically expect from them in Heaven. Hohoo boy, Heaven is not exactly carefree as you might think." The king draped himself over the railing at the thought of his old home, before standing straight. 

"Yeah, they have rules. Lots of rules. And they aren't very open minded as you'd hope." 

Vaggie looked away, as Charlie tried again, "These are our people, Dad. I...I have to try." 

" 'Our people, Charlie, are awful! They got gifted free will and look what they did with it! Everything's terrible." exclaimed Lucifer, gesturing towards the city. "I just don't want you to put yourself on the line for people like---"

A loud thud shook the hotel, making the three grip onto the railings.  "Geez! What now?" Vaggie groaned. "Well, like that." Lucifer gestured to the shark demon gang outside the hotel, holding a battering ram.

"Mimzy! We know you're in there you lousy bitch." 

*In the main foyer*

"Oh shit." whimpered Mimzy, ignoring the looks (Y/N) and Angel sent her. Lucifer opened a portal, allowing him and the women to run down quickly. 

"Que carajo?!" cursed Vaggie, the royals running out of the portal after her. "What's going on?" Charlie questioned.

"I maaaaaaay be in trouble with some loan shark's, I may or may not have borrowed fifty grand from--eep!" The flapped squeaked and hid behind the bar, before peeking out and flinching at the looks she was getting. "You better come out!" called one of the sharks. 

"And I may have also stolen a car..and crashed it...into the loan shark's girlfriend. But that bitch had it coming!" She growled, just as fireballs were thrown into the hotel breaking the windows, much to Niffty's horror. 

"My windows!" she shrieked.  "Ah! We're under seige! Ah! Take cover!" cried Pentious. "Look out!" Vaggie cried, dodging another. "What the fuck?!" Angel yelled, picking Niffty up from being hit. 

(Y/N) growled and used his wings fly up to the windows before using his magic to close the them before grunting when a spear was thrown at him, slicing his cheek. "Fuck!" He hissed before flying outside, hands glowing with magic. "That was a lucky shot, bitch! Now I'm going to fuck you up!" He laughed manically.

Charlie looked at her father as he smirked, "Ya see, this is exaaaactly what I'm talking about Charlie. You build something nice, you invite people in and offer them everything, and they just bring violence and chaos to your doorstep. It doesn't matter how well intentioned  you are, they're always going to disappoint you." 

Niffty giggled as she scooped up glass before being picked up by Pentious, "Niffty, come along!" "All of you, get a safe distance!" Vaggie called, angelic spear in her hand.  "I'll take care of this." she raised her spear, ready to join the manically laughing prince. 

"No, my dear, leave it to me. It's time I remind everyone why I am here." Alastor grinned, radio dials for eyes and a dangerous tone in his voice. 

"Oh, finally! Took ya long enought!" Mimzy snapped from behind the bar. "A reminder to all," Alastor called, the hotel glowing green, as tentacles came out from his back. "Not to mess with the Radio Demon!" his evil laugh echoed in the air as he climbed out of the hotel in his demon form.

His tentacles started to kill the shark demons, making (Y/N) grin. "Yes! Let's fuck shit up, Alastor!" He cackled, drawing his angelic sword before flying down to continue his attack. "I will devour each and every one of you!" Alastor exclaimed, gladly catching and eating a demon that the prince had thrown his way. 

*Back with Charlie*

"Mhm, ya see?" Lucifer hummed, wincing at his son's sadistic side. "What I tell ya? Charlie, sinners are violent psychopaths, hell bent on causing as much pain and destruction as they can. There's really no point in trying." he chuckled before the princess snapped. 

"Dad, stop! They're defending this hotel! It may be a little more.....sadistic than I'd hope." Charlie cringed at the two demon's actions. "But they're doing it for me! How come they can have faith in me, but my own father can't?" She sobbed, making Lucifer look down. 

"Ooh, drama." Angel grinned, taking some popcorn from behind the table, Husk taking some as well.

*Outside*

"Oh, I missed getting to let off steam." Alastor shrunk to his normal size, smiling as (Y/N) landed next to him, putting his sword away, and snapped his fingers and he was all cleaned up,and the cut on his cheek as now healed. "Huh, we'll have to team up more often, Alastor." "Indeed, prince (Y/N)."

(Y/N)'s smile dropped as Mimzy came out. "Oh Alastor! Princey! What a fantastic show! Bravo!" Mimzy clapped her hands, posing. "Thanks for helpin' lil' old me outta a tough spit, you're always such a pal." She flinched as rumble fell nearby. 

"Oops." She shrugged, as (Y/N) crossed his arms, glare on his face. "Heheheh, sorry about the mess. But I'm sure the lil' bug can take care of it for ya." "I think you should go Mimzy. Now." Alastor demanded. 

"Oh, pfft, Alastor, you're such a kidder you! Haha, you are so funny. " laughed the flapper demoness.

"I mean it. You deliberately brought danger to this place just to have me clean up your mess." The deer glared at Mimzy, "I can't have that here."

"But you love takin' care a' me! What? You don't actually give a shit about this tacky place, do ya? Come on. I know you. You heartless son of a bitch." Mimzy giggled, poking Alastor's chest. 

"Okay, I had enough." (Y/N) interrupted, hands on his hips, "You can stay here if you want to actually try and redeem yourself, but we can all see that's not you aren't willing to change your ways, so get out of here." The prince stood at his full height, glaring down at the demoness. 

Mimzy looked curiously at Alastor, waiting for him to deny what the prince was saying. 

Alastor merely blinked. "Fine! Who needs ya? Have fun with ya lil' royals and ya lil' hotel. See if I care." Mimzy flicked the men off before leaving. 

"Ugh, finally. Thought that bitch would never leave." (Y/N) rolled his eyes before turning to walk over to the damaged hotel entrance, watching his father and sister with a thoughtful look. 

"This is getting really good." Angel smirked, as he and Husk continued to smack on popcorn, Pentious rolling his eyes at the two.

"Dad..just..help me." pleaded Charlie. 

"I...I can't." the king replied, facing away from her. 

"Why can't you?" pressed the blond princess.

(Y/N) smiled softly from where he and Vaggie were standing near the door as his father and sister finally talked about their feelings.

"Okay," Lucifer relented, "I can get you the meeting, but once you're in Heaven, I won't be able to go with you. Will you be okay?" He asked, looking into Charlie's eyes, waiting for her to answer. "I'll be fine." She promised. 

"That's my girl."

Lucifer held a hand out for (Y/N) to come and join them. The prince took his hand and smiled when the King cupped his son's cheek, looking at Angel briefly before turning to his son's mismatched eyes. 

"Eisai eftychismenos gie mou (Are you happy, son?)"  He asked. "Eimai, bampa. Me kanei...pio dynato. (I am, Dad. He makes me...stronger.) Ton agapo. (I love him.)" (Y/N) replied softly, pushing against his father's hand,just like he did when he was a little boy. Lucifer's eyes widen slightly before he smiled softly, "Kalos. (Good)." 

He took a step back, smiling proudly at his children. "Good luck, kiddos." With that, he teleported away. 

(Y/N) wiped a tear away, smiling up at Angel Dust as he came over and pulled the prince into his side, with a soft smile.

"This next part is going to be scary..." Vaggie sighed, rubbing a hand over her neck as she approached Charlie. "Are you ready?" 

"I am ready." Charlie pulled her girlfriend into a hug. " 'Cause you and (Y/N) will be with me." "In spirit, right?" Vaggie asked, still hugging the princess. 

"In Heaven." confirmed Charlie confidently.  "Yay!" Vaggie replied dryly.

*With (Y/N)*

The prince and the spider were hanging on (Y/N)'s balcony, each sitting in their respective spots, (Y/N) playing with his magic in his hands. 

*Timeskip*

The couple was sitting on top of one of the highest buildings in Pride ring, holding each other as they watched the lights below. "Mia cara...." (Y/N) started, fidgeting slightly with Angel's fingers. Angel hummed in acknowledgment, running a hand through (Y/N)'s hair. 

"We've been together for a while, a-and w-well, I um..uhh..." Angel looked down at the prince questioningly as he stuttered. 

"It's okay, amore. Take ya time." He soothed, (Y/N) sighing softly before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tiny box.

Angel looked at the box in confusion. "Bambino..." 

"I-I know it's too early to get married, but this love that we share, I haven't felt since Archer," (Y/N) continued to play with the spider's fingers, ignoring Angel's soft gasp at the mention of his last lover. 

"This is a engagement ring, and I will wait for you. And I want to protect you, and keep you smiling because you are such a beautiful soul who deserves everything and I--" Angel pressed a kiss to the rambling prince's lips. "I will happily marry you." He whispered, holding (Y/N) close as their foreheads pressed together. "Whenever you are ready, amore mio." Angel chuckled to himself at the flustered look on (Y/N)'s face, before kissing the blond demon, turning it into a heavy make out session.

"Angel..." moaned (Y/N), gripping onto the spider's shoulders. "Mm, let's go to your room, and let me make those wings flap." Angel giggled.

*End!*

Tbh, I'm not too sure about this chapter, might do a rewrite. Let me know your thoughts!

[callmerhynner]

Wanna switch?

synopsis: A wish a psychic has chanted all his life gets granted, by a witch that just wants more answers. Regret seeps, but will something else too?

tags: bad elden german, witch!fem!reader, maybe ooc Kusuo, story building (if you squint), no idea tbh, slice of life (maybe?)

"Saiki, good timing buddy!" a purple-haired medium exclaims, seeing his friend, greeting with a up-high wave and a bright-lit smile.

"Nevermind" the psychic merely replies, turning his heels and walking away. The purple haired male doesn't take the hint, however, and wraps his arm around his shoulders and pulls him closer. He waves a letter at his face and start talking about how a pretty girl had finally become friends with him--he expects it to go farther, though.

Saiki looks at the letter he's waving begrudgingly, thinking of ways he could get away with killing the fool that was on his hunt for the coffee jelly he had seen in so many advertisements.

"It's not even addressed to you." he says. Toritsuka lets out a cartoon-ish shocked face and sighs in defeat. As the medium drops to his knees, the boy takes the letter in curiosity.

He regrets being curious more than he regrets taking that letter's offer.

Now, he was sat on the floor carpet, you continue meditating and keeping yourself reserved, though that wasn't going as good as you'd hoped seeing as a certain pink-haired psychic was watching you. You continue to keep humming, trying to block out the stare you could feel through your skin. After one more try, you let out an annoyed grunt and sent a glare at the boy.

"What do you want?" you say, brows furrowed.

"Don't get so pissed off at me, you're the one that invited me." he replies, pointing out your past conversation.

“I’m gonna kill that idiot.” you sigh, pinching off the candles��� wicks that circled you and standing yourself up. “I’m guessing your servant told you about my offer?”

"He's nowhere related with me." the psychic replies with the same monotone voice that piqued your curiosity

You stand in front of him, head tilted in thought as you measured him up and down. He stood quiet, surely reading your mind as you estimated his every noticeable detail.

"I'm guessing you already know why I invited you over?" You hum, walking past him and going over to your study desk, looking for something, by the looks of it.

"He mentioned." He says bluntly, with how fuzzy your mind was getting. He has been reading through your thoughts but it sounds as if it was broadcasted on a broken radio. If you didn't look so decent and well taken care of, the psychic would question if you had been drinking.

"I know you're psychic and all, and that--ugh, where is it." you groan, looking through each drawer and corner of the desk. "--and that you're probably hearing very thought in me right now."

"I do warn 'ya, not many can even understand this broken head I got up here." you chuckle lightly, knocking on the top of you skull before continuing to look for whatever it was you were looking for. "From what people like you tell me, my head sounds like a wounded doll or some 60s voicebox."

"What do you mean 'people like me'?" The pink-haired boy questions, eyebrows furrowed down.

"Did I say that? I don't remember." You just turn to face him with an innocent smile and a shrug. Turning your back again.

"Are there other psychics?" he sounded a lot more emoted when the topic was mentioned. He trued harder and harder to read through your thoughts, to no avail.

"I'll tell you about that later, for now... Aha! There you are, little prick." You exclaim, raising a large old-looking book with a gilded lock guarding it. "This will answer both of our questions..." you smile with a dark air surrounding you.

"If you're willing, of course." you add, looking up at the man in front of you. You let a hand out for him to grab, reluctantly he does. Your eyes squint as your smile grows bigger in excitement.

You open the book with a key you had tied to your necklace and skim through pages and pages until you see your desired spell. As if by magic, the candles were lit up once more, you and the psychic inside the lit circle back-to-back. You raise your arm as something resembling static buzzes around it, eyes going pale, you chant an ancient text from the book.

"In tiefen Schatten, weben Flüstern,

Tauschen wir Formen, unsere Seelen zu bewahren."

The room starts to fume and fog begins to puff in from the static's heat. The room's walls are barely seen with how thick the air is, from the posters to even the doorknob, nothing is noticeable. It's a wonder what your parents must think when about when you're up to these gimmicks.

"Dankbarkeit gelernt, in neuer Fleischlichkeit,

Lehre gegeben, für dich und mich."

You chant before the smoke begins to collect and wrap around each of your bodies, the pressure is tolerable yet uncomfortably tight. The psychic begins to cough when the clouds around his necks tighten and smoke chain begins to wrap his wrist linked to yours. He feels his feet lift, this was crazier than what he could have ever imagined.

'How powerful is this witch?!' he yells to himself as you both spin around. He shuts his eyes, wishing the worst on every soul he could think of that led him to this decision. And before he knew it, he was back on the floor, laid down on the hard wood floor. He skimmed the room, nothing.

It was as if nothing had happened, there were not smoke nor any traces of the witch's doing. He stood up, thinking he may have been pranked since nothing felt different, who was he kidding? A witch that could take away his powers? He should've never hoped anything to come of it.

He stood up, he expected the chatter of people's thoughts to clamor him as they usually did, when he heard nothing, his finger fiddled with his other hand to check his germanium ring.

"Huh..?" the air stood quiet, he stood still and the room was suddenly colder than the Antarctic. 'Where is it?'

The ring rolled in front of him, in shock, he looked up seeing a girl that looked his age stood above him. You just tilted your head down at him, smirking with a glint in your eye.

"You plan on laying there til the sun goes down or what?" you hum, lending a hand out for him to grab. He lifts himself up without your help and looks around the room once more.

"How does being average feel?" you ask, prompting yourself to sit on your chair.

"What did you do?" he says, but without his psychic abilities, there would be no way for you to even understand him further than that glare he was putting out.

"Hm?" you sound out, clearly confused before getting the hint that he still remains in denial of his powers no longer with him. "I can't read your thoughts, nor can you make me understand yours."

"What?" he still doesn't seem to get it.

"Talk." you simply put. "Talk with your mouth, you can't talk to me telepathically anymore." You pioint at your lips as you speak, his eyes bulge out before he finally opens his mouth.

"What did you do to me?" he asks, incriminatingly, even with his feet positioned as if he was ready to throw down a fight.

"Your wish, was it not?" you say, tone stating as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You're no longer a psychic, just a simple, average, and mostly un-unique boy from a small city school."

"Aren't you happy, Saiki?" you say, the smile in your face soon showing in your voice.

to be continued...

Part 2

[animasola86]

The Ghosts on the Table (2/2)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Word count: 10k

Warnings: nsfw! mdni! semi-public sex, rough sex, deep sex. a little bit of choking/fingerplay.

Synopsis: There are ghosts in the Restricted Section of the library. And then there are ghosts aka two horny teenagers living their best lives...

-- can be read on AO3 too --

-- read Part 1 here --

After The Ghost under the Table (Part 1 and Part 2) - I bring you: The Ghosts on the Table! Both of them! Still using that spicy Disillusionment charm! What are these horny teenagers up to now?

Last warning: There will be smutty smut smut below the cut! Beware!

The Ghosts on the Table - Part 2:

After deciding that a change of venue was indeed the better option (you didn't want to push your luck with the roaming ghosts any further), you managed to get up slowly, not bothering to button your shirt. Your legs still felt utterly useless, but as you leaned against the front end of the table, feeling Sebastian doing the same next to you, you suddenly wondered where you left your shoes.

“Did you find your boots yet?” you asked him quietly and you felt him chuckling beside you.

“No, hasn't crossed my mind to be honest, thanks for the reminder...” he replied and with a subtle change of air, you heard him bending down until he felt around the floor, his fingers brushing against your feet in the process. “Oh you lost yours too?”

“Yes,” you laughed softly. “Perhaps we should just shed the Disillusionment charm for a moment?”

“The way we look right now? I bet you a thousand galleons that's when the ghosts decide to show up here!” he exclaimed and you saw his smirk even though you couldn't.

He rummaged across the floor a little longer while you rested against the table, slowly regaining your composure, until he let out a quiet cry of victory. “Aha!” In the next moment you felt him right beside your feet as he helped you slip back into your shoes. You quickly bent down to assist him, almost knocking him over in the process. “No, let me,” he chuckled, and you let him.

Then you felt him clambering and jumbling next to you and when he leaned back up, his hands moved up your legs and around your hips until he firmly closed them around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Have you –”

He silenced your question with a deep kiss, humming against you. “Ready to move on,” he said in-between pushing his tongue into your mouth. Once he released you, leaving you breathless and already wanting more, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along the small corridor leading out of the room.

You made it down a dusty staircase and found yourself in the same storage room where Peeves had caught you and Sebastian two years ago to the dot on your first ever adventure down the Restricted Section together. It was almost a shame you hadn't used this special place earlier. As you remember the Poltergeist's words, you had to stifle a giggle.

“Naughty, naughty, you'll get caughty,” you repeated the words swimming through your mind, trying to imitate Peeves' unnerving voice.

“Let's hope we'll not get caughty,” he replied quietly and with a chuckle of his own. “Might be slightly more embarrassing than last time...”

“I don't care,” you purred and leaned closer to him, your open shirt allowing your breasts to freely push on either side of his arm as you pressed yourself against him, the heat within already reaching its boiling point once more.

His free hand found your lower back. “But I do,” he whispered right into your ear. “This is about not getting caught, remember?”

You exhaled loudly and kissed the top of his shoulder. “Fine...”

You let his invisible form pull you further through the dark room, past cobwebs and tattered bookcases and crates and other suspiciously wrapped furniture pieces. When you came across the first table on your search for a new one, he stopped for a moment, then quickly pulled you along again.

“What's wrong with that desk?” you asked quietly, looking back over your shoulder.

“Have you seen the masks on the wall? Not so keen on staring at those things while I try to have a good time with you,” he commented with a chuckle.

“Oh,” you made and nodded mindlessly, silently agreeing with that notion. Those masks had always crept you out immensely. Yet in your haze you hadn't even noticed them at first.

Sebastian led you further into another, smaller room with less creepy masks and cobwebs, but more books and a desk that looked sturdy enough for whatever he had planned with you. There was also a portrait of a snoring wizard right above it.

“Should we –” you started, pointing at the picture, before you realized your mistake and leaned closer to grab the wooden frame, moving it slightly.

“Leave him,” he said and you felt him grab your wrist. “Let's not disturb his slumber.”

You leaned closer to him, hoping you'd be able to whisper into his ear. “And grunt and moan beneath him instead?”

He laughed softly and squeezed your wrist. “Makes for a good exercise in keeping quiet, don't you think?”

You let out a deep groan in response, but then rubbed his arm soothingly. “The things you make me do...” you whispered with a mock sigh.

“And you love every single one,” he replied and you felt him kiss your ear, as he let go of your wrist to cup your face instead. You gave him a muffled moan in response as he kissed you breathless.

When he eventually leaned back and stepped away from you, you watched with a smirk tugging on the corner of your mouth as various books and other items seemingly floated off the desk as he started to free the space for you. His invisible hands made quick work of it and then found yours again as he felt around until he gently grabbed your sides, his fingers bunching up your skirt to gather it around your waist.

He then quickly and with ease picked you up to sit you down on the desk, your bare skin touching the cold wooden surface causing you to shiver slightly. Your feet dangled off the edge and you swayed them playfully, despite not being able to see them. His hands found your knees and he gently pulled your legs apart to step right between them.

You grabbed around his hips and dug your fingers into the waistband of his trousers, eager to push them off when you realized you wouldn't need to, that convenient flap at the front of his breeches was enough to unleash his arousal as you had demonstrated only moments ago it seemed.

And speaking of – as your fingers moved around to graze over fabric until you found his heated skin, you wondered if he was ready for round two – and somehow you were not surprised that he was indeed already hardening in the careful clutches of your fingers. His sharp inhale however came to your slight surprise.

“So eager,” he teased quietly and you felt him grabbing your hips to pull you a little closer to the edge, his hands hooking around the back of your thighs. You lifted your knees and wrapped your legs around his waist, crossing your feet behind him as you pushed him firmer against your centre.

He halted then, before he sighed deeply. “What's wrong?” you asked, your hands wandering up his chest as you felt him stiffening beneath your touch.

“We should move that painting,” he then whispered and you turned around slightly, looking up at the snoring wizard in his picture frame. Sebastian seemed to stare directly at the unsuspecting old man in the pointy hat. You couldn't help but laugh.

Before you could help, he reached up and carefully removed the picture, and as you watched it float down to the ground, moved by unseen hands, where he turned it around to face the wall, you heard a loud snore erupting from within the painting.

“Better,” you then heard him say and soon after you felt his hands feeling around your shoulders, until he leaned down to kiss you softly. “Much better.”

You hummed against him, your arms snaking around his neck as you pulled him down towards you, deepening the kiss by pushing your tongue past his lips. He kissed you back with fervour, his hands moving up to dig into your hair. In the heat of the moment you felt him push his pelvis flush against your centre and just the gentle touch of his growing arousal against your wetness made you moan softly against his mouth.

He kept kissing you, his tongue circling yours hungrily, as he slid one hand down between your bodies, his fingers eagerly digging deeper until you felt his fingertips right between your folds. “Already wet again?” he murmured into your mouth.

“Still,” you replied and bucked your hips against his hand. “Always when I'm with you...”

“Oh?” he made and chuckled deeply, leaning back slightly, probably trying to look at you, his other hand gently brushing against your hair. “What an honour...”

You scoffed playfully and moved one of your hands down his shirt, lazily unbuttoning it as you went lower. When you were able to slip a hand beneath the fabric, you gingerly pressed your palm against his chest, feeling his heart beating just below.

He seemed to watch you, however he was able to do that despite the cloaking charm, yet you were certain you felt his gaze on you. For a moment all you did was focus on his beating heart, your combined heavy breaths and the slight throbbing of your heat. It was almost a romantic moment and you ruined it quickly by moving your hand lower, until you eagerly closed it around his cock. He gasped in surprise and you chuckled softly.

In response he pushed his fingers deeper into your folds, his fingertips teasing your entrance. Your turn to gasp. “Two people can play this game, love,” he whispered and kept prodding at your wetness.

“Oh really?” you replied quietly and started stroking his length with a firm grip, your thumb teasing his tip as you felt him leaking slightly.

“Yes, really,” he shot back and you felt him slip one finger past your tight entrance. A soft moan escaped you as your walls clenched around his intrusion. He kept moving his digit, teasingly slow, pushing further and further until you felt his knuckles pressing against your folds. More noises slipped from you and you had to bite down on your tongue to not get too vocal. “That's right, keep quiet,” he whispered with a smirk you couldn't see but definitely heard it in his voice.

With a grunt you moved your hand faster, tightly squeezing his length until you coaxed a quiet moan out of his throat. Breathing loudly through his nose he leaned closer, his breath hot on your lips. You inhaled deeply, feeling light-headed for a moment before you moved closer until your mouths collided with a smack. He grabbed the back of your head and deepened the kiss immediately as you both worked on the other with vigour.

Your muffled noises and the wet squelches of your sexes echoed quietly through the small room, the air quickly starting to heat up from your combined movements. He pulled back from your mouth (and out of your centre) with a sigh (and a wet plop), breathing even heavier. You felt your lips (both sets of them) tingling from the sensation. Without breaking the silence, you then felt his hand on yours, gently prying your fingers off his cock as he put it in his own hand, giving himself a few quick strokes, and with the help of your guiding fingers he lined his tip up with your entrance, teasing it against you.

Your hips were stuttering, eager to move against him, but his other hand moved to your waist and held you firmly in place. You leaned back slightly, propped on your other arm, biting your lip as you waited for him to move.

Unable to see him, you could do nothing but wait and that feeling alone drove you almost mad. When he did indeed eventually move against you, it came so suddenly and so fast, that you had to bite the inside of your cheek to not cry out loudly. He pushed in without waiting for you to adjust and luckily you were worked up enough for him to allow such a brash move.

Once he filled you up completely, his girth stretching your walls as they tried to clench around him, his pelvis flush against yours, you could feel his hands moving up your body, gently stroking along your sides until his fingers closed around your breasts, not so gently squeezing them. You stifled more moans as he started rolling your hard nipples between his fingers and you had a really hard time keeping the noises down when he moved his mouth towards your bruised skin, his tongue circling around the pert bud, before he started sucking on it fiercely.

As he did that, he still wasn't moving inside you, still buried deep within, but you didn't need to adjust to his size, you wanted him to move, you needed that friction, you needed him to fuck you open. And so you started rolling your hips against him, forcing him to move. That was when he bit down on your nipple, coaxing a shriek out of you that you quickly muffled with your hand, the sharp pain quickly turning into pleasure as he gently lapped at the sensitive skin.

You arched your head back and exhaled deeply, your chest rising and falling fast against his touches. “Sebastian,” you whimpered quietly. “Please...”

“Please what?” he replied in a low voice that vibrated right through your chest as he spoke against your breast.

You jerked your hips against him once more. “Please... move...” you uttered breathlessly.

He leaned back then, leaving your breasts tingling and slightly aching, his hands grabbing your waist firmly. You were sure he would comply and finally start moving against you, giving you that friction you so desperately needed, but instead you felt him pull back and even further back and then he just slipped out of you. You gasped, unable to hide your disappointment.

“Oh you didn't mean move out?” he whispered teasingly. While you were breathing heavily, you were barely able to feel him push against you once more, only when he drove himself inside of you again, with even more force and vigour, you moaned loudly and felt your entire body being pushed upwards. “Keep quiet,” he commanded in a low whisper, but the sensation of him filling you up like this caused you to see stars dancing behind your eyelids.

You had to bite down on your tongue as he started moving then, with deep and powerful thrusts, each of them pushing you further onto the desk, the entire wooden structure creaking under the motions. You quickly felt too boneless to hold onto him, your arms barely able to hold your own body up, and you were more than grateful when you felt his arm snake around your torso, pulling you closer against him.

Leaning against his chest, your body rocking against him with every slamming of his hips against you, you felt your walls fluttering around his cock, your first orgasm fast approaching. You managed to wrap one arm around his neck as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, your mouth pushed against his skin in an attempt to keep the noises down. His own loud breaths echoed in your ear. You tried to move your head to meet his lips but his rapid movements against you made you miss his mouth every time.

With a low grunt, you grabbed the back of his head and forced him against your mouth, and when you finally met, the kiss was messy and filled with your combined noises. In the midst of it all, you felt your muscles contracting tightly, that tension building with every hard slam of his cock into your tight channel. Feeling light-headed and barely able to hold on any more, you whimpered against his lips until you cried out right into his mouth as pleasure exploded inside you like a well-timed Confringo blast.

You felt your release rush through you and for a moment his hips slowed down, almost gently pushing you through your orgasm as he kissed you softly. Your legs started cramping then as you kept squeezing them around his waist, yet you couldn't care less. All you felt was that mind-numbing bliss.

While you were still floating on your high, your limbs boneless and twitching, he suddenly pulled back, leaving your lips throbbing and swollen, and then he even pulled out of your tight embrace and you felt your walls clenching up slowly as if they couldn't believe it either. “What –” you started, but then he had grabbed your waist and moved you off the desk.

Your legs were shaking badly and you held onto him desperately as you felt them giving way, until you realized you wouldn't need them any more as he turned you around and placed you gently on your stomach. You moved your arms along the desk until your fingers hooked around the edge tightly. He moved behind you as you pressed your cheek against the cold wooden surface.

His hands were on your rear now, gently squeezing your soft flesh, teasing your fluttering folds with his thumbs before he pressed the tip of his hard cock back against your entrance. He took his time now, easing into your clenching cunt slowly, each inch causing you to moan and whimper against the desk. Your legs were twitching violently and if he wouldn't stand right behind you, forcing you to stay put, you'd be a whimpering, boneless mess on the floor by now.

He moved in with deliberate thrusts, rolling his hips gently against you, pushing in deeper and deeper, deeper than before, and once he was all the way in, you could feel your folds pushing against the hot skin of his balls. You felt so extremely full, for a moment you couldn't even breathe properly. Your hands clawed at the table in an attempt to control the shuddering of your body, but you quickly gave up and into the sensations pulsing through you in unpredictable patterns.

When he folded his body over your back and leaned towards you, you inhaled deeply, gasping softly when you felt his lips on the shell of your ear. All you could feel was the pressure of his cock deep inside you, pressing as deep as he could possibly go, perhaps even deeper, you weren't sure at this point. You whimpered quietly as he kissed your ear and moved down to your neck, one of his arms snaking around your stomach until he pushed a hand firmly against it.

Before you could wonder what he was doing, he grabbed one of your wrists and pulled your hand down, then pressed it against your stomach as well. You inhaled sharply as he pushed your palm hard against your skin. “Can you feel it?” he then whispered, the low vibrations of his voice causing you to shiver.

He pushed your hand firmer against your stomach and you tried to feel something, but you couldn't be sure what it was. “That's my cock, all the way inside you, pressing against your cervix,” he said quietly and his words coaxed another gasp out of you. To underline them you felt him push slightly against you and with a deep shudder of your body, you could indeed feel him move within you – through the touch of your palm against your stomach. What a weird sensation.

“I've read about this in that Muggle magazine,” he told you with a soft chuckle and you could only moan, your head too empty to comprehend whatever he learned. “Fascinating, isn't it?”

You would have found his eagerness for knowledge adorable and you could certainly appreciate his urge to learn more about your body and what he could do with his to make you feel all these different things, but right at this moment all you felt was his throbbing length buried inside you, not moving at all. And you needed him to move so badly.

When you forced a nod and issued a low “Mmmhmm”, he kissed your cheek, nuzzling his nose against your skin. “Do you want me to move now?” he then asked and you would have screamed at him if you'd be able to. His soft little laugh only frustrated you more, but then his hands went back to your hips and he gripped them tightly as he leaned back up.

Without another word or warning he then proceeded to move his hips back slowly, only to push back in with a force you hadn't expected. Each thrust moved you further up the desk and you had to grab the edge of the table tightly as more and more moans shook your body. Squeezing your eyes shut, feeling the tremors of his plunges rush through your every nerve and muscle, you quickly lost yourself in his movements, the friction so deliciously perfect you could already feel that sweet tension coiling up inside you once more.

A strange cacophony of sounds filled the small room, from the slamming of skin against skin, heavy breaths and moans and whimpers, to wet squelches and the soft creaking of the table, it all added to the quiet snoring of the wizard in his painting, who was luckily too deep in slumber to notice the horny teenagers behind him.

Somehow you both seemed to have forgotten about your attempts to keep quiet, relying now only on the Disillusionment charm hiding you from potential intruders. It didn't seem to matter anyway, you were so deep beneath the Restricted Section, far away from everything, and with your heads filled with static and arousal there wasn't much you could possibly worry about.

Just as your walls started fluttering around his cock as he kept a relentless pace of fast and heavy thrusts, you suddenly felt his arm around your middle as he pulled you up from the desk, your legs too weak to stand on, so you had to rely on him for holding you up. And he did, one arm tightly wrapped around you, as his other hand moved up your chest over your neck until you felt his fingers pushing against your lips.

When the tension burst within you, you arched your head back against his shoulder and opened your mouth wide to let that cry of pleasure out – and he used that movement to push two of his fingers past your lips. At first you barely noticed, your high blinding you with bright lights and exploding stars at the edge of your vision, with your muscles contracting and your walls clenching tightly around him. Yet when you did feel his fingers pushing against your tongue and deeper into your mouth, you gasped against his intrusion, a weird sensation rushing through your stomach.

Your hands moved up and closed around his wrist, your fingernails digging into his skin as he kept forcing his fingers deeper. Twitching in his tight embrace, you felt him kiss your cheek, before he whispered in a low, almost threatening voice: “Take them...” You didn't quite know what he meant, until he added: “Like you took my cock.”

You let out a whimper, his continuous thrusts still pushing you upwards as his grip on your mouth pushed you the other way. You could barely breathe and felt your saliva pooling around his fingers as he pressed them against the back of your throat. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes and you had the overwhelming urge to swallow, and when you did, your throat closed against his fingertips, another weird feeling you didn't know you would experience tonight. The sensation left you breathless, either that or his fingers pushed too deep for you to breathe properly.

Arching your head back, you tried to inhale deeply through your nose as he pushed his fingers in further. The first tears streamed down your cheeks and as he was unable to see them or your discomfort in general, you dug your nails deeper into his skin, urging him to stop. But he only stopped when your throat gagged around him and when he pulled his digits out, a deep cough shook your entire body, sending goosebumps and shivers down your twitching limbs.

He moved his hand lower and closed his fingers around your neck, pushing against your throat from the outside now as he kept pounding into you at an unrelenting speed and vigour. You felt numb and boneless in his embrace, completely at his mercy. Yet with the way your walls kept fluttering around his cock, your body didn't seem too appalled by it. You had to admit: you liked it when he was like this, pushing you further and further out of your comfort zone into new heights of sensations you couldn't have even dreamt about.

You could hear his heavy breaths and low groans vibrating in your ear as he pressed his face against the back of your head, muffling his noises in your hair, slightly squeezing your throat as he sped up his tempo even more, ruthlessly slamming into you now, each thrust jolting through your body.

His movements were desperate, he was close, you could tell. You weren't much help at this point though, as you were unable to control your body any longer, yet you still tried to clench your walls firmer around him, until they did it on their own as your muscles contracted once more, yet another wave of pleasure crashing forcefully over you. Your moans echoed loudly off the walls of the small room before Sebastian put his hand over your mouth, firmly keeping those noises inside.

Whimpering quietly now, you held onto his wrist and leaned your back against his chest. His own groan was almost as loud as he pushed into you with one last, powerful thrust as he buried himself as deeply as possible in your tight warmth. While his cock twitched fiercely inside you, painting your walls with his seed as he emptied himself fully within, you could feel his hand pushing onto your stomach again and despite the boneless feeling of your limbs, you felt too curious and had to push your hand next to his. He grabbed it and put yours beneath his, and together you could feel the rumbles of your body and the tremors of his release.

You felt so full, so spent and exhausted, yet as satisfied as you'd never felt before – which was saying something because he never left you unsatisfied. Yet this time he had pushed you to new heights entirely, leaving your body in shambles, your mind completely blank and all your nerves twitching in nothing but pure bliss.

His arms wrapped around you tightly as he held you close to his chest, his length still throbbing deep within, his warmth spreading through your entire body until it started dripping out of you. Your breaths remained shallow and your heart kept pounding almost painfully, but you closed your eyes and leaned against him, feeling safe and sound in his embrace.

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you turned your head slightly towards him. “I love you,” you whispered barely audible. He heard you nonetheless and quickly pressed his lips against your cheek. “I love you too,” he replied, his voice hoarse and lower than before, its vibrations coaxing another soft gasp out of you.

You smiled an invisible smile, breathing deeply as exhaustion washed over you. He seemed to sense your body's decline and slowly loosened his tight grip around you, before he gently pushed your body back onto the table. Before he pulled out of you, he gave you a few more lazy thrusts just to press you for more of your noises, and you delivered, a moan and a whimper and a tiny squeak falling from your bruised lips.

Then he grabbed your hips and moved back slowly, giving your walls time to adjust to the withdrawal. You felt him smearing his cum against them as he pulled out and when he slipped out entirely, the last tremors of your insides pushed out most of his seed as well, causing it to drip down your legs and onto the stone floor. Neither of you could see it, so it didn't really matter. He would fill you up again soon enough anyway.

With a content growl, he felt around and dug his fingers into your sides, pulling you back on your feet. You tumbled against his chest, your legs too weak to function just yet. Despite not being able to see it, he seemed to feel your fatigue and swiftly lifted you up onto his arms, cradling your twitching, boneless body against his chest. You managed to wrap one arm around his neck and feeling around with your other hand, you quickly found his lips and rewarded him with a soft kiss.

He hummed against you, kissing you back with more fervour than you had expected. You'd always admired his stamina and wondered not for the first time where he took all that energy from that he liked to unleash upon (and within) you. You were grateful though, and even more so when he started carrying you back.

“So,” his low voice then rang in your tired ears. “Have you ever taken a bath while invisible?” You laughed softly and kept snickering as he continued. “How about steamy bathtub sex while invisible? Or perhaps –”

“If we keep doing this,” you interrupted him with a hoarse voice, “I'll forget what you look like...”

He chuckled at that. “Hmm, you have a point, love,” he agreed and kissed the top of your head. “I do miss staring into your eyes while I slam my cock into you.”

You shook your head with another soft chuckle, poking his jaw with your free hand. “Language, mister,” you just whispered and he laughed again. “You really think you can do anything under the Disillusionment charm, eh?”

“But I can,” he replied and nuzzled his nose into your hair. “Haven't you noticed?”

“Oh, I have noticed,” you said quietly, nestling into his arms. “And I'll keep noticing it tomorrow and probably for a few more days...”

He inhaled deeply and pressed his lips against your forehead. “Let me make it up to you,” he murmured.

You felt several shivers rushing through your sore body at the implication. “Just take me to the damn bathtub already,” you hissed under your breath and you felt him walk faster immediately, a deep chuckle vibrating within his chest.

Notes: And the conclusion of the adventures of the invisible horny teenagers! (Well, until I think of more word plays on ghosts and tables XD)

The Ghost under the Table (Part 1 and Part 2)

The Ghosts on the Table (Part 1 and Part 2)

[fakesimp]

Drunk and Love, With Ren Zotto

Warning !

Fluff ; Clingy! Drunk! Ren ; Established Relationship

A/n !

Aha. Clingy Drunk Ren. Don't worry Renvaders, I still remember what I said.

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One night, both of you decided to hangout, alcohol is out, multiple movies have been chosen.

Ren sat on the floor in between your thighs, you sitting on the couch. Your fingers running through his hair locks, sometimes you would poke his horn.

Both of you sometimes would share a drink as you both watch the movie throughout the night, you glanced down at how many cans have been drank, and it is quite a lot. To say the least.

In the middle of the second movie, you felt Ren's fingers drawing shapes on your thighs, it felt ticklish. By instinct you moved your legs away, only for him to whine slightly and pulled your thighs back.

"Ren, it's ticklish." You said as you tried to move your legs away, but his grip on your thighs tighten and he tilt his head slightly to see you.

And that is, when you noticed, his cheeks are flushed red. His eyes seems to be in a haze, him smiling at you oh so innocently. "But I just want to touch your thighs" he said, almost slurring. "Ren-" You paused for a moment as you examined him, he hummed softly as he glance back at you. Smiling again.

"Are you drunk?" He pondered for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe." He replied before letting out a small laugh. You let out a sigh and smiled gently at him, "Then let' stop drinking, I don't want you to get a bad hangover in the morning."

. . .

As soon as the second movie ends, both of you went to bed. And for the love of God, he did not let you go. He refuses to let go. His arms wrapped around you, whenever you tried to get out from his arms, he tightens up and pull you even closer.

In the middle of the night you needed to go to the bathroom, but your Beloved Alien here still refuses to let you go. It seems like the effect of the alcohol is still on him, "Where are you goinnngg" he asked as he pouts slightly while looking at you.

"Toilet-" "No" "Ren." "Noooo" He hugged you tighter, "Don't go, stay with me" he pleaded.

And yes, both of you didn' go to sleep. Well, you tried. But he doesn't let you, both of you just cuddled on the bed in silence. Sometimes he woulf start a conversation, but it was a short one before the silence went back.

Now you wanted to go to the toilet, this man refuses to let you go take a toilet break. "Ren, I'll come back" "Noo, don't leave meee" He said as you tried to loosen his arms around you.

It took you almost 30 minutes to convince your drunken Alien Lover to let you go, but in the end he is still sticking with you. You literally had to push him out from the bathroom due to how close he is, he was pouting when you closed to door on him.

He stood there by the door, waiting for you to finish. After like a minute you opened the door to see him sitting on the floor, his back facing you. He then looked up at you, blinked once before smiling widely at you. "Baaabeee I miss youuu" he gets off from the floor and held your hand, "Are you done? Let's go back please?" He said, you reciprocate his hold.

"Okay, but we're going to sleep alright?" "But it's just 5:50 Am." "Ren, we need sleep." He pouted slightly when you scolded him, but in the end you manage to get both of you some sleep.

When he woke up after a few hours, he was getting a heavy headache, that you have to take care of him. And when you told him how clingy and cute he is last night, he was quite embarrassed, but he chuckled in the end, sheepishly though.

".. Sorry, I didn't realize how clingy I was, ..But I hope you don't mind about it though.."

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

There. Aha, Cutie. I don't know why, but I'm in awe as I write this fic. It's cute.

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Pancakes Solve Everything (Spencer Reid x Reader)

This is a part of the christmas exchange! This is a gift for @c-m-stuff I hope you like it! @cmgiftexchange

Happy holidays! I hope you like it, this is the first thing I’ve written in a hot minute and the first fic I’ve posted in ages aha! Also, I hope you don't mind, it came out a little more gender neutral aha

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, drunk-ish (not really),

You sigh, running a hand over your face as you turn to Spencer. “I'm worried about Olivia,” 

Spencer paused his making of his coffee and turned to you. “Me too.” 

You look at him, dark rings around his eyes, hair slightly messier than usual. The stress made him look a few years older.

“I don't think that Ryder is a good influence,” You said, grabbing your favourite mug from the cupboard. “She's changed since they started dating.”

“I know. I had Garcia look him up but she couldn't find anything.” Spencer admitted.

“You ran a background check?” You asked with a soft laugh.

“Hey, I want to know who our daughter is dating.” Spencer said. “Besides, nothing came up. Yet… I've asked her to dig a little deeper.”

You huff a small laugh, “And if nothing turns up on Garcia's deep dive?”

“It has to be him.” Spencer says, shaking his head. “She was fine until she went to college and met him,”

“Don't get me wrong, we all partied in college- well, you didn't, you were like nine though so that doesn't count-” 

“Hey, I was fourteen-”

“Nine, fourteen, same thing,” You shrugged, “But anyway, we all party in college, but it was supposed to settle down and, well… it's not settling.”

Spencer sighed, resuming his coffee making. “I think we need to talk to her,” 

As if on cue, your daughter stumbles through the front door. Drunk. “Hey guys,” She says, giving a small wave as she continues to stumble pass you.

“Maybe when she’s sober,” You said, turning back to your husband - who gives a tight nod. “I’ll help her into bed - but I expect you to be getting the pancake mix out of the cupboard while I do so.”

“You got it Chef,” Spencer says with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes with a smile as you made your way to your daughter’s bedroom. Whilst she didn’t live here during college, you made sure to leave her room so she could come back during holidays and after college - if that was what she wanted.

You gently knocked on the door, “Olivia? Honey?” You call out gently. With yet another sigh, you open the door. 

Your daughter was already asleep, face down on her bed, still in the clothes she left in last night. You decide to take her shoes off first, placing them at the foot of the bed. You then place a pillow under her head and a blanket over her body. Next was grabbing the trash can from her bathroom and placing it close to her at the side of her bed. With one last look at your daughter, you head back into the kitchen, leaving the door slightly open in case she needs anything.

“She’s out for the count,” You said, plucking your now full mug from the counter. 

“Already?”

“She was already asleep when I got there,” You say, taking a sip. Spencer shot you a worried look. “It’s alright, Spence, we’ll sort this out. She’ll be okay,”

“I don’t think she should be with Ryder anymore. I know she’s an adult, but…”

“But you’re her dad and you can’t help but worry?” You asked, a small smile playing on your lips, despite the situation. “I know. We’ll sort it out, I promise.” 

“I know we will,”

Your daughter woke up a few hours later, walking into the room silent but groggy as she poured herself a cup of coffee - sitting down at the breakfast bar. You and Spencer shared a look as you rose to sit opposite her.

“Olivia? We need to talk-”

“I think I need help,” Olivia said softly, cutting you off. “I- I don’t think I want to act like this anymore and I think I need help in stopping,” 

Spencer nods, “That’s good, it’s good that you’re reaching out,” Spencer replied, taking her hand softly, giving it a small squeeze. “We’re you’re parents, we’re here to help you,”

“Thank you,”

“We’re here for you, every step of the way,” You said placing your hand on her arm, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” Olivia said with a small sniff. There was a moment of silence, “I think I should break up with Ryder,” 

You both nod, “Whatever you think you need to do for you, sweetie,” You say, voice soothing.

“You guys aren’t mad?”

“You’re an adult, Olivia, but you’re young and we all make mistakes, we all fall down rabbit holes, it’s about accepting help to climb back out,” Spencer says.

“Your father always has such a way with words,” You joked lightly, Spencer and Olivia both huffing small laughs. “Right, who wants pancakes?”

"Pancakes?" Spencer raises an eyebrow.

"Yes, pancakes. They solve everything."

"I can't really argue with that one," Spencer says with a nod.

Soon enough, you were all sat with a mound of pancakes each.

“Are we going to address the elephant in the room?” Olivia asks nervously.

“Yeah, you did way too many pancakes,” Spencer nodded.

Olivia huffed a small laugh, “I meant about the whole acting crazy at college thing, but you did go overboard with the pancakes.”

“Hey, I stress Cook, leave me be.” You laughed. “And we can talk about the college thing whenever you'd like, if that's right now, we can talk now. If that's after pancakes, we can talk after pancakes.”

“Is now okay?” She asks softly.

“Of course.”

“I want to break up with Ryder.” She says, twirling her fork. “I've been wanting to break up with him for a while, but I've been… worried about about it.”

“What's made you worried, sweetheart?” Spencer asked.

“I don't want to be alone,” Olivia says, “I know that sounds stupid-”

“It doesn't sound stupid at all.” You're quick to reassure her. “You're young, you're learning. Your Uncle Derek running into a door and forgetting to kick it is stupid. You're experiencing the world as an adult for the first time.”

Olivia and Spencer both huffed a laugh at the reminder of Derek. “I'll tell him that at work on Monday,” Spencer teases.

“Yeah? Also tell him that he may be your work husband but you're my actual husband so he needs to stop stealing you for cases,”

[hyuuukais]

.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-

pairing • bang chan x fem reader

synopsis • fiction or reality? y/n preferred the former, escaping into another world, escaping her problems. so what happens when reality takes that away from her; wiping her own story-in-progress off both her laptop and beloved usb? and what happens when she opens the door in the middle of a crisis to none other then the love interest of her novel... and he's holding her usb?

warnings • general, blood, y/n feeling guilty

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS

CHAPTER TWENTY • EPILOGUE (3.2k)

"Hello? Is this Y/n? I got your note, aha. Cute. Maybe I'm calling a bit soon since you literally just left the shop, but I hope you get this. There's a festival going on tomorrow night for New Year's, would you be interested? Give me a shout if you are, which I really, really hope so. Talk soon?"

Twenty minutes later, you arrived home and discovered the message waiting for you. Your phone had been off vibrate, too anxious for any notifications, and you didn't think he'd call you so soon. Hand shaking with excitement, you let out a small squeal and right as you do, someone joins you on your sofa, yellow and plush.

"What's gotten into you?" Minho puts a mug of coffee down, coaster centimeters away from the photo of you both that sits in the middle of the table. "Did you finally do it?"

"Yes! And I missed his call-"

"You missed his call?"

"Shut up!" You groan, hiding your face with your hands and curling into yourself on the other side of the sofa. He gently moves your hands and you see the sad smile on his face.

"Call him back," he lets go of your hands. "Before he changes his mind."

For a moment, all you can do is stare at the man sitting across from you. "Are you happy?"

He blinks. "What?"

"Are you happy?" You repeat, but he still doesn't answer. "Here, with me? With this new life? Do you ever regret taking that letter seriously?"

"Never," Minho's reply is quick, almost cutting you off. "Y/n, I-" He takes a breath, looking away from you; you wait for him to face you again, wait for him to be ready. "I enjoy being with you, a lot. Too much. You make me comfortable."

"Why do you look so sad then?" You ask, voice soft. "Why do you make this sound like a bad thing?"

Minho looks at you in the eye, looks away, looks back. "Because you make me feel things, good things, and it scares me. It scares me so much, Y/n. The way you feel about Chan, is it scary?"

"Always," you whisper.

"Then you should understand what I'm saying."

"Min," you hold his hand, the other reaching up to cup his face. His eyes are shiny, but he blinks it away. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't apologize," he sighs and shrugs. "I'll get over you."

"Hey! Don't make it sound so easy..." He laughs and you feel more at ease watching his shoulders shake and his smile widen.

"Listen, I saw some things in that white room that made me realize a lot of stuff about myself that didn't relate back to you." He leans back on the sofa with a sigh. "I got a bit wrapped up in your disappearance that I kind of ended up disappearing myself, but now? I feel more myself than ever." Neither of you speak for a moment. "So, you gonna call him, or...?"

"Shit, right!" You get up to grab your phone from where it sits charging on a small table in the corner. "Um, I'm just gonna- I'm gonna take this in my room, okay?"

"Go for it," Minho smirks.

.

You nervously agreed to meet at the festival, waiting under the entrance banner for the man who unknowingly saved you, or at least, helped you save yourself. Looking down at your watch, you see he's five minutes late. No worries, it's only five minutes. But five turns into ten, fifteen, and you're about to give up and leave when a hand is waved in front of your face.

"Sorry I'm late," Chan gives you a guilty smile. "This event caused more traffic at the café than we're used to, so it was hard closing on time."

"You're open New Year's?"

"New Year's Eve, yes. New Year's Day, no. We can spend tomorrow lounging around since it'll be a late night-" he catches himself, shutting his mouth tightly for a moment. "I'm getting ahead of myself, aren't I?"

"Just a bit," you chuckle, then slowly add, "But... I like the sound of that."

"Great!" He nearly shouts but clears his throat to calm down, a huge grin painting his face. You see his dimples pop out and can't help but place a hand over his cheek, thumbing the dip softly. A blush creeps up his neck, warming his face in the cold winter air.

Thick snowflakes come down in waves, covering your hair and getting in your eyelashes. You challenge Chan to see who can catch more in their mouth, but it's hard to keep track as they melt with contact. You're so focused on the snowfall that you don't realize how close you are to each other, backs bumping and causing you to fall to the side of the pathway you were on and into a small snowbank. Chan is quick to apologize, stretching a hand out for you to grab, which you do, but instead of standing up with his help you drag him down next to you. Strangers give you looks as he falls down, snow puffing up as his body hits the pile, but you don't care, you're laughing and having fun.

"You're so beautiful," Chan says, voice loud enough for only you to hear and he gives you a soft smile. "Where have you been all my life?"

"Oh, don't do that," you jokingly cringe away, trying to hold back a laugh.

"What? Do what?" He asks seriously, sitting up on an elbow in the snow, watching you avoid his eye contact because if you look at him, you'll lose it. "Y/n! Do what? Express my love for you-"

You both freeze.

"Oh my god." Now he's the one cringing, face covered by his hands but you can still see a sliver of skin turning bright red underneath. "Pretend I didn't say that? It's just- it feels like I've already known you for so long and we've had what, three interactions?"

He looks at you and you finally sit up, feeling the snow soaking through the backs of your pants. Taking his hands in yours, you remove them from his face. Embarrassment is painted across his features, but you just smile at him because little does he know. It hurts a bit to think that he'll never know how he saved you, as cheesy as it sounds. The ways in which he helped you and gave you the courage you needed to acknowledge your past and look back with resilience instead of away in fear, tearing yourself apart without even realizing it.

"What if I said I feel the same way?" You say carefully, and the grip Chan has on your hands tightens. "Like... you've been with me the whole time, through it all."

"I-" In the background, you can hear people starting to chant down to midnight and you both stand up, brushing the snow off yourselves. "Um, I guess we should join them?"

...5

"I like it over here." There's no one around to disturb you.

...4

"It is a little more... private." He grins.

...3

"This is a pretty good way to start the new year if you ask me."

...2

Wrapping your arms around his neck, his own find your waist.

...1!

Fireworks go off as your lips connect and all the comfort and love Chan has ever shown you comes crashing down on you, almost overwhelming. You think of the first time you met, the confusion and eventual acceptance. You think of the night in the storm, the night with Minho and Jeongin-

Jeongin.

Before you can think, you pull away, thoughts plagued by images of the boy dying in your arms playing over and over again. You don't notice the way your breathing picks up or the tightness in your throat and chest until it's too late, eyes stinging and skin tingling.

"Y/n? Did- did I do something wrong?" Chan is looking you over, worry etched in his face.

"Not you- I'm sorry. I can't even explain-" But when you lock eyes, something in him breaks, you can see the dam burst in his eyes.

He gasps, a hand coming up and tangling in his hair as he steps back from you, eyebrows furrowed in what looks like pain. Dark red liquid drips from his nose and you're quick to be by his side again, cradling his face in your hands.

"Chan?" Your panic is becoming overwhelming. "Talk to me."

"I..." His face relaxes and he wipes his nose. "I remember."

"Remember what?"

"Everything."

.

Something about the kiss, the connection, brought his memories back and he hasn't stopped looking at you in awe since you got back to your apartment. You settled in to make sure Chan was alright, and he was, now cuddling on the sofa and trying to make sense of it all.

"I don't think I'll ever fully understand," you sigh.

"Me either," Chan strokes your hair. "And Minho, he's...?"

His voice trails off in uncertainty and you look up at him. "He's okay."

"Good, good." He breathes in, breathes out. "But Jeongin didn't make it?"

"No," you whisper, guilt holding your heart hostage. "No, he didn't."

He's holding you close and wiping the new tears, his own threatening to fall. All that goes through your head is he was just a kid, he didn't deserve that, he was just a kid. A clawing at your window breaks you out of the beginning of the spiral, sitting up with your hands caging Chan in. At your window is an orange blob pawing at the screen. You get up and walk over, opening the window to discover a kitten sitting right outside. Above its right eye is a rough patch of skin, scar tissue erasing the fur, and the tip of its tail is missing. When you pry the screen off, the kitten jumps inside your apartment.

"Hey- wait!" You spin around to see the kitten rubbing against Chan's leg, purring up a storm. "I didn't say you could come in."

You kneel down and stick a hand out. The kitten pauses what it's doing, hesitantly sniffing your outstretched hand before nudging its nose against you. You can't help but smile at the small creature, a sense of familiarity washing over you. This is the same cat you used to feed in the woods, how did it find you here?

"Guess we have a cat now?" Chan leans down and pats its backside.

"We?" You question, glancing up at him.

His face reddens. "You, sorry. I guess you have a cat now. I don't know why I said we-"

"We have a cat now," you sigh happily. "I like the sound of that better." Looking down at the cat, now uninterested in you both and snuggling up under your coffee table, you tilt your head. "Now, what should we name you?"

After a moment of thinking, Chan clears his throat. "I have an idea, but you can say no."

"What is it?"

"Jeongin?" You focus your attention on Chan, whose eyes won't leave the kitten. "Ayen for short. In memory."

Your heart aches at the suggestion and you look back to the cat under the table resting peacefully and your breath catches. Ayen.

"It's perfect."

-

Not a day went by where Chan didn't remind you that you were loved, whether it was a note left behind or a piece of tiramisu in the fridge with your name on it. You tried hard to reciprocate the loving actions, giving him massages after long work days or sending him off with a goodbye kiss. One day you'd broken down when he wasn't home, thinking you'll never be able to show him love like he shows you no matter how desperately you want to. He came home early that day and took you into his arms, holding you until your sobbing quieted.

"What's wrong, baby?" He whispered into your hair, hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Bad day?"

You expressed to him how you felt and he pulled away. The first thing you noticed was the look on his face, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. Ever since then he's made it his mission to let you know he feels just as loved as you, if not more.

Ayen has proved to be quite the troublemaker, and you're sure at this point that the boy's soul lives in the little creature. Minho visited you days after Ayen showed up, feigning anger that you hadn't told him you even planned on getting a cat when he lets you see Soonie, Doongie, and Dori for free. Eventually, he gave up the act and told you all kinds of tips and tricks for taking care of a cat, helping you with your first trip to the vet, and picking out the best cat tree for a little guy like him. Your apartment was starting to look like yours again with all the trinkets you'd started to collect and the cat toys tossed about. Living alone has never felt so good.

Bringing you to present day, sitting on your couch with a movie you've seen a million times on in the background and your laptop keeping your legs warm. Ayen rubs against your calves, ditching you when you absentmindedly reach down to pet him. The document in front of you is almost finished, the ending being the last thing to be done giving you deja vu. For the past few months, you've been working a new passion project, not one of escapism, but of hope and survival. One could almost call your writing obsessive, but you made sure to take breaks and still keep a social life with both Minho and Chan to keep you busy. You don't know what happened to Yeji and Hyunjin, but you hope they're doing well. Part of you is convinced they were created to look after you, and now that you're doing well by yourself, they're off to help another soul. You've befriended Lily through Chan and even started talking to some of Minho's friends again, getting close to Felix and Changbin.

"Still working?" Chan enters the home, slipping his shoes off and dropping his bag to the ground.

You hum in response, not taking your eyes off the document as you type and retype the same line different ways, unable to figure out the end to the boy's journey.

"Stuck on the end," you sigh when he gently takes your laptop away.

"You'll get it when it comes to you," Chan says, content you didn't try to take the device back. "Now, c'mere."

He pulls you into his chest, laying down on the couch and kissing the top of your head. You can't help but giggle, looking up at him with pure adoration on your face.

"Tell me about your day," you say, closing your eyes.

"Not much to say."

"I don't care, I like to hear you talk," you mumble. "Tell me anyway."

Laughing, he starts off with the walk to work, making sure to give every detail no matter how mundane. His voice starts to fade as he gets to lunch and you begin slipping into a state of sleep.

-

The boy sits across from you in what looks like an attic, the bed too small for him. His legs are crossed and he has a smile on his face as you recognize him. It's been a while since you've dreamed of Jeongin, but you suppose he senses you're in a creative rut.

"Long time, no see." Jeongin joins you on the floor. "This is gonna be the last time, actually."

"The last time?" You ask.

"Yeah, I-" he sucks in a breath. "I found them."

"You did?" You nearly shriek, grabbing Jeongin by the shoulders. "Oh my god! Oh my god, what are you still doing here?"

"Stop that!" But he's laughing as he shoves your hands off, eyes turning into crescents at your antics. "I wanted to say goodbye, didn't want to leave you wondering where I went, but you already have a piece of me with you always."

Ayen. "True. I'm really happy for you Jeongin."

"You're so mushy," he complains, but you know he doesn't really mind. "Also, stop stressing about the ending to your story. It'll happen when it happens."

"Shut up," you groan. "You and Chan should have spent more time together, really. Enough about me, when are you leaving?"

"Now, actually." Jeongin stands and helps you up, nodding toward the door. "They're out there. Once I leave, you'll probably wake up since this place won't exist anymore."

Staring at the door, a surge of emotion crashes through you and you throw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Think of it this way," he hugs you just as tightly. "I'll be living the life I was meant to and although we won't know each other anymore, I know you'll always be a piece of me too."

"Get out of here before you make me cry." You shove him away lightly, wiping your eyes before the tears can fall.

You watch as his hand slides over the doorknob, holding it for a moment before opening the door. Warm light seeps into the bedroom, hot on your skin; it feels like home. Once your eyes adjust, you can see two people in the distance with their arms beckoning Jeongin over. He smiles wide, taking that first step through with confidence, and suddenly he's not the boy you knew. A smaller boy, you're guessing around eight years old, bounds over to the figures and is wrapped up in their loving arms. With one last look at you, they take one of his hands each and begin to walk away, the door shutting slowly the further they get.

-

You know how to end your story when you wake up.

There's a wet patch on Chan's sweater where your face was and you know you were crying, but he's fast asleep. You're careful when you get off him, taking your laptop with you to your bedroom and opening the document labeled "Open Me! - WIP". You still weren't sure about the title, starting to furiously type before the motivation left you. It's far from perfect, but you feel that's fitting as you save it one last time, preparing to send it out for editing and feedback as you notice the orange rays of a rising sun peaking through your curtains.

"Oh, fuck," you laugh, looking at the time. "At least I'll sleep well tonight."

There's a knock on the door and Chan is walking in, a look of disapproval on his face when he notices your laptop. With a dramatized sigh, he drops down next to you, burying his face into your side as you set it aside.

"Baby, I figured out the ending," you say, barely containing your excitement.

Unlike you, he doesn't hold back, pushing himself back up and making a noise of elation.

"What? That's amazing!" He tugs you into him; another way of showing how much he loves you is never not touching you. "We need to celebrate. What about that place a few streets down you like? We can invite your other friends too and-"

You cut him off with a kiss, his lips melting into yours. When you pull away, he's not even mad at what you did. There's no feeling of anxiety with him.

"How about we stay in?" You suggest. "Just the two of us."

"That's all I need," he agrees, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "You. Only you."

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[lordperceval-16]

Come Light Me Up

Max Verstappen x Sophie Russell (OC)

Sophie Russell is taking a break from her life in the US and travelling the world with her brother on the F1 circuit. Things get a bit more complicated when she reconnects with one Max Verstappen.

~Bahrain ~

"Oh sorry Sophie, I didn't think anyone would be up here."

Sophie turned around and smiled when she saw Max standing in the doorway, the light behind him shining out into the darkness.

"It's alright," she replied, "wouldn't mind a bit of company to be honest."

He came to stand beside her and rested his arms on the railing, looking out over the city below. They stood in silence for awhile, Sophie analysing the brooding look on his face.

"Sorry your race went shit today," she murmured, and he couldn't help but laugh at her bluntness.

"Gee thanks. I'm surprised you're not off celebrating your brothers' podium," he commented, his brows furrowing.

"Yeah I was but..." Sophie sighed, her head down, "guess I still haven't quite adjusted to the timezone."

"Why do I get the feeling that's not the whole truth?" He pushed, his gaze settling on her with curiosity.

"Aren't you observant," she snorted, glancing sideways at him before her shoulders slumped slightly on defeat, "but yeah, you're right, it's not the timezone really."

"Care to share?" He queried, nudging her elbow with his.

"Sure you actually care to listen to my ridiculously boring melodrama?" She quipped back, eliciting a laugh from him.

"Try me," he grinned, "maybe I'm in the mood for melodrama."

"You definitely have better options for your night than listening to me," she insisted.

"Look you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable with it," he assured her, "but something's clearly up and if you need a friendly ear then I'm here."

"Well I..." she started, looking down again, "I love George and Carmen, in fact she's like a sister to me, but since I've come home I just...I dunno. Of course I'm so happy they have each other but...sometimes seeing them makes me feel...."

"Lonely?" He guessed, and she nodded her agreement.

"Yeah," she murmured, "I was with someone for three years before it all went tits up, and now I feel...a little lonely yeah."

"That's pretty shit," he replied plainly, "but I get it. It can be hard being the single one at the party.

"Wow," she snickered, "such insightful points you make."

"It's a gift," he laughed, "but seriously, if you ever need any more very insightful points then I'd be happy to listen to more of your melodrama sometime."

"Cheers," she chuckled, pushing herself away from the railing, "Careful though or I might just take you up on it sometime."

"I'll be waiting by the phone," he teased.

"Oh I'm sure you'll be glued to the screen" she quipped back, "I better get some sleep, we fly out fairly early in the morning."

"Wouldn't want that jet lag to make you late for your flight," he grinned.

"Ah yes, the jet lag," she deadpanned, rolling her eyes, "I'll see you around Max."

"Hey Sophie?" He called after her, "its nice to see you at race weekends again. Reminds me of the old days."

"Aha yeah," Sophie laughed, "those were the days. If only everything could be as simple now as it was then."

"It'll get better," he assured her quietly.

"Here's hoping anyway," she sighed before waving goodnight to him and leaving the rooftop. 

~Imola~

"We have got to stop meeting up like this."

Max looked up and huffed out a laugh when he saw Sophie sliding down the wall to sit beside him.

"What brings you here?" He asks, leaning his cheek against the cool wall and giving her his full attention.

"Well," she sighed dramatically, mirroring his position,"George and his mechanics are buzzing around the garage and it all got a bit too frantic for me so I stepped out to get a breather. I didn't want to get in the way or distract him before quali."

"That's fair," he chuckled, "things can get a bit chaotic in the garages."

"I have to wonder what you're doing here, hiding by yourself," she stated, "shouldn't you be holed up with Horner in a corner of the garage scheming up how you can pip Charles to pole?"

"Oh hawhaw," he deadpanned, sticking his tongue out at her, "you Mercedes fangirls love to paint us as the villains don't you."

"A fangirl?" She balked, bringing her hand to her chest, "never been so insulted in my life."

"I'll add it to my growing shelf of awards," he teased, grinning wider when she rolled her eyes.

"You're so full of shit," she scoffed, but she couldn't hide her amused grin.

"See I know you don't mean that," he smirked, nudging her with his elbow before pulling himself up from the ground, "I better head back to the garage, make sure our evil scheme is ready to go. I'll see you around Sophie."

"Hey Max," she called as she stood herself, a genuine smile on her face, "probably shouldn't be saying this to the enemy but...good luck, I hope your quali goes...moderately well."

"Gee thanks," he snickered, "I'll know who to thank if I get pole."

As Sophie walked through the paddock later that evening she was stopped by a hand on her elbow.

"Thanks for the good luck wishes," he murmured in her ear, "we'll have to make it a regular thing."

"Oh you are such an insufferable twat," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"You don't mean that," he teased as he backed away from her, a cheeky grin lighting up his face. Sophie shook her head as she left him, but she couldn't ignore the excited little flutter in her stomach at the prospect of their meetings being a regular thing.

~Barcelona~

"Suppose congratulations are in order today," Sophie called from her spot leaning against the Mercedes motor home.

Max turned and grinned when he saw her there, sauntering over to her and leaning against the wall beside her.

"Wow thanks Sophie," he sniggered, "next time try it with feeling."

"Best I can do I'm afraid," she sighed dramatically, "as a Mercedes fangirl its my duty to be disdainful when you beat us, especially when you beat George."

"Aw I know you don't mean that Sophie," he pouted, "but it's OK, you obviously can't admit that you're actually a proud member of the orange army."

"Clearly the heat on track has gotten to your head," she snorted, shaking her head at him fondly.

"Don't worry," he whispered, leaning in to her ear, his breath tickling her neck, "it'll be our little secret."

Sophie felt butterflies erupt in her stomach at his whispered words. If she turned her head even slightly then her nose would brush against his. She couldn't deny her attraction to him, couldn't deny just how tempted she was to turn her head and see what he would do.

"Hey Soph you ready to...oh, hi Max."

Sophie's head whipped around as George walked out of the motor home, his eyes flickering between the two of them suspiciously.

"Hi George," Max said cheerily, stepping away from Sophie and hoping it wasn't too obvious, "I need to head to the motor home and shower so I'll see you both around."

Sophie waved goodbye and watched him go, her neck prickling with the weight of her brother's gaze on her.

"You and Max looked mighty friendly," he commented as he stepped up beside her, "when did that become a thing?"

"It's not a thing," she insisted, crossing her arms as she finally turned to face him, "we're just friends."

"Is it me you're trying to convince or yourself?" George teased lightly,  raising an eyebrow at her.

"Oh shut the hell up," Sophie scoffed, "now c'mon let's get out of here and get dinner, I'm absolutely starving."

~Miami ~

Wanna play Mario kart?

Sophie huffed out an incredulous laugh when the Instagram DM from Max popped up on her screen.

Sure, what's your room?

She twiddled her thumbs as she waited for a reply, which thankfully didn't take too long to come through.

714 :)

Sophie swung her legs over the side of the bed and stretched her arms above her head, groaning in satisfsction when she felt the pop. She quickly slid on her shoes and grabbed her phone and purse before bolting out the door and heading for the elevator. As she waited for the lift to go up she checked her appearance in the mirrored wall, quickly taking down her messy bun and making it a little bit neater. She rapped on the door of 714 twice, starling back a little at how quickly it opened.

"You came," he breathed, almost as though he was surprised.

"Well while I did have some good offers," she mused as she stepped in and placed her things on the table, "I thought Mario Kart would be considerably more fun than any of those."

"Wow, I'm so flattered," he deadpanned, though he couldn't surpress his grin for too long, "now I'm dying to know which character you'll pick. My bets on Yoshi for sure."

"Well I hate to disappoint you," she replied as she picked up the remote and jumped onto the couch, "but it's Waluigi or bust."

"A woman of taste," he said, bowing dramatically before joining her on the couch, "this should be interesting."

"Oh sweetie," she sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder, "you may be the formula one world champion, but I'm going to absolutely destroy you at this."

"Oh is that right?" He quipped, raising an eyebrow in challenge, "well we'll see about that. Best of three?"

"You're on," she grinned.

"You cheated!" She exclaimed after their third grand prix came to an end, "you pushed me off the track at the last turn and put me in reach of the flowers, that's absolutely cheating."

"You're just mad cause you didn't think of it," he smirked, leaning back on the couch and shrugging his shoulders, "but it's alright, not everyone can be a world champion."

"Oh you are so full of it," she huffed, dumping her control on the table and hugging the couch cushion to her chest, a pout on her face.

"Aw don't be a sore loser Sophie," he teased, batting his eyelashes at her, "its just a game." Before she could think too much about it she swung the cushion in her hand and hit him square in the face with it.

"Really?" He asked incredulously, "did that make you feel better?"

"Yes actually," she smirked, before swinging the cushion again. This time he was ready for her though, and grabbed the cushion from her hands before it could make contact.

"Don't start another competition you can't win," he warned, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"What makes you think I won't win?" She challenged. Max made her no answer, and when she realised what was about to happen it was too late and the cushion had already slammed into her face.

"Oh its so on," she stated, grabbing the other cushion as she jumped from the couch and dodged his next blow. They raced around his suite for what felt like hours, trading blows and laughing like maniacs.

"Alright that's it," he threatened after a particularly harsh blow. Sophie huffed out a squeal as he tackled her around the waist and her back bounced onto the soft bed. She gasped for breath through her laughter, her heart pounding in her chest from the exertion. When she opened her eyes she found herself nose to nose with Max, who was staring back at her intently. His gaze flickered almost imperceptibly to her lips and her heart raced impossibly faster.

The spell was broken by the blaring of his ringtone. He groaned as he stood up and plucked his phone from the nightstand, answering it with gruff 'yes?'.

Sophie stood from the bed and straightened herself out, clearing her throat and ignoring the fluttering in her chest. When she looked up again he was hanging up the phone and watching her warily, as though she were a cornered animal.

"I had a lot of fun," she said quietly after an awkward beat, "certainly beat sitting on my own watching hallmark movies."

"Yeah me too," he agreed, his face softening, "probably the most fun I've had in awhile."

"Well I won't lie I probably would have had more fun if you hadn't cheated," she commented breezily, and suddenly the weird tension between them was no more. "Next time its all out war."

"I'm shaking just thinking about it," he teased. Sophie rolled her eyes and stepped closer to him, a small smile on her face.

"I better get to bed," she sighed, "rematch soon yeah?"

"Absolutely," he nodded, his heart thudding when she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. He closed his eyes and rested his cheek on her shoulder, his heart thudding so loudly in his chest he was sure she'd feel it.

"Night Max," she murmured as she stepped back and headed for the door.

"Night Sophie," he called after her, a content smile on his face.

~Monaco~

"Hey Sophie, want another drink?"

"Sure," she grinned, "I'll come with you."

Max led the way around the dancefloor to the crowded bar at the other side of the room. He had no problem muscling his way to the front of the crowd, but Sophie struggled to get through. She smiled gratefully when Max took her hand in his and pulled her to the front with him. He didn't let go once she'd settled beside him, and her heart fluttered at the feel of his hand in hers.

"Oh I love this song," she grinned as she finished your drink and a remix of 'Into You' blared drom the speakers.

"Come on then," Max suggested, downing his drink before grabbing her hand and dragging her to the dancefloor. He rested his hands on her waist and swayed their bodies in sync with the music. As the baseline began to rise her eyes met his and her heart felt like it was trying to escape from her chest. His face was so close to hers that their noses were almost touching, and when the lights flashed she could see the glint of want in his eyes and knew it was a look she wouldn't forget.

As the chorus dropped she threw all caution to the wind and pressed her lips against his desperately. He pulled her flush against his chest, his hands on her back holding her there. She felt like her body had been electrified, every inch that was pressed against Max feeling like it was on fire.

"Why don't we go somewhere more private," he murmured against her lips, and she couldn't surpress a shiver. She nodded in response, and he wasted no time in grabbing her hand and leading her through the club and out the front door.

"Where are we going?" She asked as he led her down the street. He stopped and turned to look at her, a vulnerable look taking over his face.

"Oh well I was thinking we could go to mine since it's so close," he started, rubbing the back of his neck, "but if I've misunderstood this then we can absolutely just...."

"No," she giggled, shaking her head and pressing another kiss to his cheek, "you haven't misunderstood anything. I was just asking."

"Oh," he laughed, "well then yeah, my place is nearby so we can go there."

"Lead the way," she grinned, "I'll text George and let him know I've left and that I'm OK."

"He's not going to murder me is he?" Max joked as they continued down the street.

"He's probably too drunk to even notice I've left," Sophie snorted. As they walked their hands brushed against each other, and Sophie couldn't fight her smile as he took her hand in his and swung them back and forth.

"So," he said awkwardly as they entered his house, "do you want a drink or..."

Sophie cut him off with a firm kiss, backing him up against the wall and pressing her body flush against his. "I didn't come home with your for drinks Max," she stated, pressing breathy kisses along his jaw, "so why don't you show me where your bedroom is and we can tour the kitchen in the morning."

"Who am I to argue with that?" He laughed before kissing her with renewed enthusiasm. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began to steer her down the hallway to his room, his lips never leaving hers.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tiring Out

Summary: Buck's watching Christopher and neither one can sleep.

(Wanted to share one last one ❤️ :) Hope you guys enjoy ❤️ :) And have a great Halloween if you celebrate! ❤️ 🎃)

"You like this show?"

Christopher didn't turn away from the screen. "Bluey's awesome. Even my Dad likes it."

The young firefighter watched the group of animated dogs move across the screen. "Can't really see why."

"It's really funny." Christopher glanced over at his friend. "Also, it really helps me fall asleep."

This time, Buck kept his attention on the TV. "Whatever helps you bud."

The firefighter had agreed to stay with Christopher until Eddie got back from his night shift. However, the kid was supposed to be in bed an hour ago and didn't seem to be tiring out any time soon.

Buck hadn't planned on sleeping anyway. He just hadn't expected to have a buddy with him when he did.

Christopher nudged his friend's arm. "The Dad can be so silly sometimes."

The two watched Bluey's Dad run around screen like a gorilla.

The silliness did pull a chuckle out of Buck.

"See? You're starting to like it too."

"Somewhat."

A moment later, Bluey jumped across the screen with a blanket to tackle her Dad to the ground. She then commented about tiring him out before tickling him through the blanket.

Buck chuckled again and shook his head.

Christopher quickly paused the episode. "I have to go the bathroom."

"Okay."

Christopher took off.

"You don't need to go so fast. Bluey will be here when you get back."

"I just really need to go."

The young firefighter's eyebrows furrowed together.

Once a door shut, Buck stared up at the ceiling. For several seconds, his body screamed at him to get some sleep but his mind just wouldn't get with the program.

The young firefighter pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He then heard movement off to his right. "You're back fa---."

Suddenly, a blanket was thrown over Buck before someone jumped into his lap.

Outside of a slight startle, Buck didn't really move from his spot. "What are you doing Christopher?"

"Tiring you out."

Before the young firefighter could ask what he meant, two hands dug into his sides making him jump and cackle in surprise.

Christopher chuckled along. "It actually works."

Meanwhile, Buck was trying to fight his way out of the blanket while also trying to grab the Christopher's hands. "Chrihistopheher!"

In response, the kid spidered upward to tickle his friend's ribs. "Whahat?"

Buck bent forward while still trying to grab Christopher's hands through the blanket, yet the kid managed to slip out of every grab and kept attacking his midsection.

"Yohou hahave a very loud laugh," Christopher teased.

"Christohopheher, Ihi cahant breheathe!"

The kid finally reached up to help pull the blanket off of Buck's head. "Hi Buhuck."

The young firefighter gave him a playful glare.

"I never knew you wehere ticklihish," Christopher replied with an 'innocent' smile

"And Ihi thihink I'm about to figure out yohou ahare too." Buck then started attacking the kid's sides. "With a littlehele pahaybahack!"

Christopher broke into adorable laughter as he tried to squirm out of the hold. After a moment, he managed to wriggle his fingers into Buck's armpit.

The young firefighter squealed and tried to get the little stinker's hand back out.

The two went back and forth for a bit, trying to one up the other.

After a couple minutes, Christopher managed to wriggle through Buck's arms and blew a raspberry into the crook of his neck like his Dad had done with him.

Buck squealed again and turtled. "Okahay, ohokahay! You wihin!"

Christopher leaned back. "Win whahat?"

Buck went limp. "I dohon't knohow, buhut Ihi need aha break."

"Are you okay?" Christopher asked in concern.

"Yeheah, yeah Ihim gohood."

Christopher scooted down and snuggled into the firefighter's chest.

Buck patted his back. "Let's get you to bed so you can sleep."

The kid shook his head. "No. I want to stay out here with you."

"You need to sleep buhud."

"So do you."

"I'll be fine."

"No." Christopher shook his head.

Buck looked down at the mop of hair on his chest. Normally, he would be firmer with getting him to sleep, but he was too exhausted to think of a valid argument. "Alright fine."

"Yes!"

Buck chuckled. "Want to go back to your show?"

"Yes! We have to get to the next episode!"

"Whatever you say bud." Buck settled back on the couch with Christopher still in his lap before hitting play on the show.

The two finally finished the episode they had paused before moving on to the next one. Buck kept feeling his focus on the show slip as the exhaustion finally hit his brain. He kept having to peel his eyes back open just to focus.

Christopher started to drift off too. With one final yawn, he slipped off with a "Night Buck."

"Night buddy," the young firefighter replied as his eyes finally stayed shut.

When Eddie got back that morning, he found the two fast asleep with the TV still on.

[malavera]

Needy 18+ | Tom Cruise Smut

a/n: when I found out its your bday, i knew i had to sprint out and write! this is dedicated to @deanscroissant happy birthday! ❤️ sorry if this sucks but i hope you enjoyed it! x

summary: you're being needy at the wrong place and time. Tom then showed you the consequences when you don't keep your hands to yourself.

warnings: smut, pretty dark dom!tom, sub!reader, unprotected sex, the use of a word “whore”, daddykink, hairpulling, spanking, creampie, p in v from the back, basically 18+ minors dni!

“I told you like a million times to behave! Why won’t you listen to me?” Tom snapped, pulling you by your arm causing you to turn your heels towards him. You huffed and yank your arm away,

“For the record… I did hear you.. But I chose not to listen to you.. Can you tell the difference, Tommy?” You claimed with a smirk, you waste no time on waiting for his response as you turned your heels and make your way towards the liquor cabinet in the dining room.

You wouldn’t say you were being a brat, you were just being needy. You needed—wanted, his attention. But, your husband was too busy chatting with the crowd while you being his trophy, young, wife stands besides him looking pretty and proud with one arm wrapped around his.

You did stood beside him.

You did behaved…. For a while.. Until dinner was served.

You were bored out of your mind, you didn’t even finish your food. The lady who was sitting beside you paid no attention to your presence. And so, it begins. You placed your hand on top of his thighs, Tom noticed the way you caress his clothed thighs, you wanted to go home—and you wanted to fuck. From there on, he would hissed out,

“Not now, darling.”

“Daring, we’re in public. Behave.”

He said those words for almost 8 times already, aha. But, you chose not to listen to him until you land your hand on top of his growing bulge. That’s when he decided to excuse himself and his wife early, from the dining table.

Pouring the glass of wine for yourself, you brought them to your lips. You didn’t even finished the glass before Tom softly grabbed your hand, pulling it slowly from your lips as he slowly set it down. You look at him bewildered, mouth full of the bittersweet liquid before you let them slide down through your throat—grimacing from the almost burning sensation. Tom looked surprisingly calm, after he snapped at you. He caress your soft cheeks with the back of his hand, while the other grabs you by the hips as he slowly guides you both backwards to his direction.

“Have I told you, you look beautiful tonight?” Tom muttered, his eyes searching yours for answer while yours are lost in his beautiful green ones.

“Yes?” That came out like a question to you.

“Let me ask you something.. Why did you did what you did?” He was surprisingly, being.. Really sweet..

“I- … I wanted your attention..” You softly replied.

“Yeah? You wanted daddy’s attention huh?” Tom purred in your ears when he inched his face to the crook of your neck.

"Mhhm.." You whimpered, your trembling lips went agape with a loud gasp escaped when Tom roughly turned you around, your back faced against his front. His hands on your neck, kissing them with his lips. Your eyes rolled away to the back of your head, feeling Tom's wandering hands to your collarbone then to knead your, rather thin, clothed breasts.

His big hands decided to rip off the top of your dress, another surprised gasp escaped from your lips as your eyes widened. You were about to protest, Tom knows this but before you do, he hissed in your ear,

"Don't even think about it."

The ripped dress became loose around your body, soon it pooled on the floor. You weren't wearing any bra underneath, except a thin laced black panties still hanging on your hips. His fingertips teased on the soft thin fabric, the actions causing your pussy to soak them.

You panted, impatient, you wanted him to just shoved his fingers inside your cunt. Foreplay no longer needed considering how wet you are and plus you’re horny as fuck. Your head tilted to your shoulders, eyes set on the dining table. You imagined how it feels to be bent over this large dining table, or even have a quick fuck on it.

Tom noticed this, following your head movement and your eyes. He ripped your panties off before he brought his fingers to his mouth, coating them with his saliva then harshly rub on your clit. You gasped, feeling them dive in between your pussy folds before brushing past them into your hole.

“You wanted this, right? Imagine what would happen if I lose my patience back in that dining room? If i could care less, I would bend you over like this-” He stopped fucking you with his fingers as he pulls them out before he roughly pushed you to bend over the dining table.

You moaned when your chest hits the cold surface. You gasped when you felt Tom grinding himself against your ass, rubbing his bulge. “If only i could care less, I would fuck you right in front of those miserable people. Enlighten the mood a little bit y’know? Watching their biggest role model fucking his young wife against their dining table.” The filthiest sentence ever you just heard spat out from your husband. You couldn’t help but imagine if it were true. Your pussy throbs from the thought of his cock drilling into your warm cunt without mercy.

Tom shoved his pants to his feet before aiming his cock towards your entrance as he slowly puts the tip in. He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging you upwards that made you arched your back with a moan. Soon, he roughly thrusts his hips upwards.

“OH! Daddy, fuck.” You exclaimed in surprise, the feeling of his thick cock instantly hitting the right spot that you usually feel in your tummy.

“Mmhmm… Yeah?” He repeated his actions, giving both of you time to adjust the feeling before he started to drill his cock inside you.

“Mmh.. Mmh.. Yes daddy, fuck me, fuck me hard! Don’t stop!” You grumbled within a moan. Tom’s hands lets go of your hair only to placed them on your throat.

“Argh… Fuck you made me so fucking angry!” He growled in your ears, his hips never stop snapping upwards. He hadn’t realize that you’ve been also throwing your ass back to him as he stopped thrusting only to watch you thrusts back against his thighs.

“Fucking, whore.” He spit, but you just moaned even more. One hand let go of your throat only to give a hard spank across your ass earning a choked out moan from you. He placed both of his hands now on your hips, pressing on ‘em to stop you from fucking yourself on his cock to rail you hard earning a loud moan from you, screaming even.

“Shit, you like this? You like being railed on this dining table?” Tom breathlessly laughs. You couldn’t answer, tears started forming in your eyes as it is too much to handle for you. You tried to wiggle away from him but failed from the way he pressed your hips hard.

“Daddy.. Please! I can’t, it’s too much!” You cried.

“Almost there baby, come on. I know you can do it, I know you can cum on my cock. Come on baby, be a good girl.” Tom whispered in your ears, sending you shiver down your spine and to your pussy, resulting in clenching his cock.

“Ngh! I’m gonna c-cum.. Daddy!” You pleaded, feeling your whole body succumbed and let go of your release, hard on his cock. You thighs tremble, your legs almost gave up on you but Tom hasn’t. He holds you and proceed drilling his cock into your pussy.

“Beg, baby. Beg for my cum.” Tom grunted, feeling himself getting closer to release. He just needed a little push, which is listening to you beg for his cum.

“Mmh.. Daddy, please cum! Please cum in my pussy, Daddy… Shoot them out.” You moaned. Tom thrusted his hips upwards one last time, shooting his load out inside your cunt with a loud moan. His hips stuttered a bit, riding out the orgasm.

His chest heaves, pushing himself away from your back before placing his fingertips under your chin to tilt your head towards him. Only to find you with a wicked expression splattered across your face.

He chuckles and rolled his eyes before he spoke,

"Such a whore. Next time, if you want to be fucked like one, just ask and i'll give it to you even more than this with no mercy."

******

tagging:

@tomsf18 @helloitstsyu @moondustfairies @call-sign-shark @love2write2626 @back-tooo-black @gypsymoon548 @elenavampire21 @katherineswrittting

[cantquitu]

HSHQ ATTACKS LOUIS TOMLINSON

Last week, in reply to the usual Larrie goading on Twitter, Louis Tomlinson indirectly referred to Larry as "ridiculous childish theories and conspiracies". Revenge from Larries has been swift. They're angry. They're insulted. They're broken-hearted! They're mocking and vengeful. They're undeterred in their Larrying.

In short, they're all the things they always are whenever Louis addresses their stupid bullshit.

BUT!

Other fans of Louis - fans who are definitely not conspiracy theorists and certainly not Larries, oh no! - have uncovered an even darker tale of anger and revenge.

It isn't just Larries who have responded furiously to Louis' denial of Larry.

Harry Styles HQ has unleashed a vicious, vengeful attack on Louis!

That's right. According to seasurfacefullofclouds1, "when Louis does anything to shatter the 'Larry' illusion, Sony (HSHQ, Irving and Jeff, Rob Stringer etc) get very angry".

And how do they deal with that anger? By posting a "disgusting" video of Louis on Sony's TikTok "that is so obviously targeted harassment against Louis they make it obvious that they are the power that causes industry to blacklist Louis".

Now, I am not a skilled specialist in the nefarious ways of HSHQ, so when I saw this disgusting video of Sony's, I confess it wasn't immediately clear to me why it was so disgusting.

According to Louis' fans, HSHQ's tactics are sly and insidious. So sly as to be almost imperceptible to anyone other than the highly-trained eye of a watchful Louis Tomlinson fan. One might ask, if HSHQ's revenge can only be perceived by these LT sleuths, how can it be effective?

BECAUSE IT JUST IS, OKAY??! DON'T ASK DIFFICULT QUESTIONS!

The video in question is an 11-second compilation of clips of Louis from various One Direction music videos, soundtracked by the chorus of 1D's second single, Gotta Be You. It's one of a series of videos Sony posted of each of the 1D members, all set to the Gotta Be You chorus and captioned "It's gotta be Niall", "It's gotta be Harry" etc.

Hmm... the disgusting nature of this video was subtle in the extreme. I needed to refer to an expert.

Gracefullou said, "Sony posted a TikTok about Louis (as a 1D member) and used as a sound the part of that song that he said on aotv he was promised to sing only to find out when it was released they used that man's voice instead".

Aha! The clue here is in the use of "that man" - codename for Harry Styles. And of course - Gotta Be You!

In Louis' documentary, he shared the difficult memory of rehearsing and recording a verse in Gotta Be You, only to discover that his singing was not used in the final recording, and the verse was instead sung by Harry. Now, the disgusting Sony video does not actually use the part of the song Louis was referring to, but no matter! And the fact that the same chorus was also used to soundtrack the videos of the other four members of 1D is immaterial...ignore that part, it's Sony burying the lead! THIS WAS A TARGETED AND DELIBERATE ATTACK!!!!

Look, it's obvious. Harry, the Azoffs, Rob Stringer...they're all "still bitter he survived and is thriving rn".

You may think, but Harry is currently on a break, loved-up with his girlfriend. Why would he care that Louis has denied Larry again?

THINK, SHEEPLE, THINK!!

You may ask, "Haven't Irving and Jeff Azoff just launched The Sphere with a series of mind-blowing U2 concerts? Wouldn't they be too busy to monitor Louis Tomlinson's Twitter?"

WAKE UP! REAL EYES REALISE REAL LIES!!11!!

But, hold on - how would Rob Stringer, CEO of Sony Music Entertainment, have the time to prioritise the blacklisting of Louis Tomlinson in such a carefully-planned, time-consuming fashion?

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP IF YOU CAN'T SEE THE TRUTH WHEN IT'S SO OBVIOUS THEN YOU NEVER WILL!

HSHQ will not tolerate Louis Tomlinson denying Larry, and they will continue their crusade against him in response. End of. I hope this has been educational.

[stargirlie-sharon]

Puns and Fun!

a robocar poli oneshot.

[A/N, nothing much, just crack, puns, fun, and puns that have to do with Poli's name :> got this idea from a comment lol. Also, polyamory at the end hehe, try guessing which ship it is]

"Hey. Hey. Heyyyyyy."

"Helly, no. I'm trying to organize Jin's papers for her-"

"I gotta say something important to you tho!"

It was just another day at the Rescue Team HQ, and surprisingly it was pretty peaceful. No accidents happened in Broomstown, and none of the members were dispatched for any emergencies for once. It was the team's lucky day!

Since it was their rare day off, they decided to just relax and do their own thing. And what did Helly decide to do? Annoy the crap out of Poli.

"Alright, what do you want?" Poli asked sternly, annoyed with Helly's nonsense. The robocopter giggled before speaking- "Okay, okay- what do you call Poli if he was a shape?" From the look on Helly's face, it was clear he was trying not to laugh. That took a while for Poli's mind to process.

"...what?" He tilted his head in puzzlement. "What do you call Poli if he was a shape?" Helly repeated himself. This was getting more harder for him to conceal his laughter. "..." It was only until Poli realised what was going on.

"A POLIGON! Get it? As in polygon? *wheeze*" Helly rolled on the ground in laughter as Poli stared at him in unamusement. "...Wow. Helly, wow." He replied sarcastically. "Helly, please get out of this room before I smack you on the head-" "AA-"

...

Timeskip. After that whole ordeal, Jin was discussing about the plan for tommorow's patrol around town with Poli, Roy and Amber. Helly still hasn't arrived yet. It's not exactly an uncommon occurrence for him to be a bit late for certain things.

"I hope you're all enjoying your break, everyone! We just need to have one meeting about tommorow's patrol, and you all can go back to whatever you were doing." The robocars nodded, though a few of them looked a bit less than pleased for a meeting. Amber was completely fine, Roy looked like he just got his nap interrupted by the Rescue Team's speakers as if they were right next to him, and Poli... well, you know. Nonetheless, the three kept up their professional additudes.

"Poli, you'll check around town central. I've heard there have been more signs of littering lately, and Cleany has been working overtime, so if you run into him, lend a hand for him please." "Sounds good!"

"Roy, you patrol in the suburbs. More children have been playing outside more often on the streets, especially Kevin and Doug- meaning that there'll be more of a risk of injuries, so be on the lookout for any kids on the street." "Got it." Roy yawned softly, but not that loudly, just so he doesn't offend Jin.

"And Amber, your destination is the current construction site for the new train station. This project is going to be a big one, and we don't want any construction accidents happening, so remember to bring your first aid kit and make sure it is ready at all times." "Alright. You can count on me!"

"As always, if you see any suspicious activity going around, remember to report it. ..And Helly isn't here yet. Why am I even surprised.." The blonde said out of disappointment, internally getting ready to scold him once he makes his appearance.

"Aha, yeah.. you know he's like this. Well, not always, but it's somewhat typical of him." Roy chuckled softly at Jin's expression of dissapointment and annoyance. "That's true. I guess you're never going to get used to this, aren't you, Jin?" Amber giggled. Just then, as if on cue, Helly burst open the door to the command room where the other rescue members were in. "I'M HERE!" Helly yelled, laughing loudly, as if he just thought of another pun to spew out.

"Oh no.. please, not another pun-" The police car was already tired of Helly's jokes, he looked like he just wanted to do nothing but flop on the couch and sleep. [A/N and... potentially cuddle with roy bcuz they're both tired, maybe with amber too hehe]

"Helly! I swear, this is the fourth time in a week you have been late to another meeting! When will you lear-" Jin scolded. "Hold on! I got a good one!" Helly said those words in between laughter. "A good one? A good what?" She questioned.

"Hehe, okay- just listen." "If Poli, Roy and Amber were in polyamorous relationship, what would their ship name be?"

"wait... HUH-?!" The three of them instantly started blushing. They were clearly flustered and were caught offguard.

"POLIAMROY! As in POLYAMORY!"

Before the three knew it, their faces were flushing quite excessively. The look of pure embarrassment and flusteredness was right in front of Helly and Jin. The way Helly blurted out those words so suddenly just caught them so off guard that they couldn't comprehend any words for a few seconds.

"D-Damn you, Helly...!" Poli was trying to hide his blush with his arms, and then immediately tried to get out of the situation by running out of the room, but just ended up accidentally hitting his face against the wall.

"W-Wha- you- why would you- oh gosh..." Amber's cheeks were more pink than the paint on her. This may have been the most flustered she's ever been- and she's quite adorable too. If she had a thermometer with her now, her temperature would be probably be as high as a fever.

Roy? He just couldn't speak. Yeah, he'd probably need a fire hose to cool him off and reduce the heat he's experiencing from being so flushed.

Helly couldn't stop giggling at their priceless faces. Jin was just astonished, and even felt a little amused by the sight in front of her. She even chuckled a bit. "..Well, this wasn't something I was expecting to see today. Well, our meeting's dismissed, and if you're all still in your flustered state by tommorow, we might have to postpone the patrol, shouldn't we?"

[prsk-krow]

Heya there! 🌻 anon here, here to make another request!

Can I get a (R)omantic Mafuyu x reader, where the reader just gives Mafuyu hugs in any literal random time; like the reader would just be spending time with Mafuyu. Then minutes later, the reader out of nowhere would just hug Mafuyu because they 'felt like doing that'

I have a lot of request ideas in mind but I really don't want to pile up your inbox haha..^^;

And again, please take your time while doing this request! don't rush yourself<3

That's all! I hope you're having a good day today, Krow!

Thank you!! ✮\(^o^)/✮

{Mafuyu with a reader that randomly hugs her!} [R]

Glad to see you once again, 🌻! Although it's me who left aha. Anyways, hope you're here to see this!

.‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿.

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Mafuyu has a tough time receiving affection of any kind. Her receptive senses have been dulled out so badly, that she hardly ever reacts to any small actions, and even some not as small ones. However, to say that she never reacts to anything would be a cruel understatement...

When you first hug her, the thing that mostly comes to her mind is confusion. Isn't hugging something you do when seeing your beloved other after a while? Or, before you leave? Or when you're feeling down? She doesn't really know how to react, and as a result it can be a bit awkward...

You always feel warm, although it may be because she's always cold. She steals your warmth without even realizing it, and sometimes she thinks that maybe this is the reason why you hug her? No, that wouldn't make much sense.

She then starts to ask for hugs from time to time, and to ask that you keep them as she tries to analyze what she's feeling whenever she feels your warm arms wrapping around her!

"Yeah, I'd like it again. I'm glad you don't mind doing it for me so many times. If it were Ena, she'd be complaining by now. But, I need to feel this. It's strange, peculiar. I've never felt quite like this before..."

It does feel a little cold whenever she doesn't hug back and simply stares down, and when she replies with a cold thanks when you let go, but you can see the gears turning inside her head whenever you do embrace her!

You eventually have to ask her, and she reveals that it's because she doesn't know how to comprehend and process feelings, and your hugs always bring her the same sort of sensation in her chest!

A sensation of lightness, as if an invisible weight vanishes, and she's suddenly sitting on clouds... As if there was a clog inside her that prevented her from breathing clearly, and she can now take in fresh, relaxing breaths...

Soon enough, you stop hugging her because of whatever, but instead to help her defrost her cold heart and allow this warmth to awaken a sense of happiness inside her! As any good partner should do for Mafuyu.

Ask her constantly, how does she feel? What does she feel inside her chest? Does her heart feel calm? Does she feel herself wanting these hugs? Does she feel like returning them would make her feel better?

At first, she'll definitely say I don't know a lot, but trust me, as she uses your questions to analyze herself more, she starts to realize how much she needs and seeks your comfort! And that's when it clicks!

"Com... Fort? Ah, I think I've heard of it. A way of helping your partner feel at ease and give them a sense of belonging by simple acts... I never would've expected it to work so well. It... Doesn't for everyone? Is that why it's for partners...? Hm. I think I'm starting to get it."

The first time you get to see her true smile after hugging her is quite a monumental achievement! Not only because you're actually managing to make her happy through hugs, but also because she knows why she's happy!

Eventually you also teach her how to hug back! She's pretty awkward at first, stiff and trying to imitate the ones she watches. She finds it a bit hard to simply relax when she does them...

It takes even more time for her to finally relax whenever she returns your affection, but when she does she starts to smile more often! You also have to make sure to praise her and keep up the questions, although less than before!

All in all, it may be tough at first to deal with Mafuyu's coldness to your touch. But if you power through, and if her feelings for you are true, it's a golden opportunity to bring light to her darkened heart!

[bonnixd]

Bullying

Wednesday x reader

Warnings: violence, insult, bad english

"Leave me alone!" you scream with tears in your eyes. "Hahahaha, no never. This is too much fun for that.” Says Sarina. You lie on the floor crying. "Come on, get up you maggot!" Ai yells, kicking you hard in the stomach. "Ugh, that's no fun." "Hmmm, I have an idea." Says Sarina and gets up. 3 minutes later she is back with a full bucket of water. She puts the bucket of water next to you. "What's the matter, you're measuring birth?" She grabs your hair and pushes your face into the water. The other 2 laugh out loud. She dips your face in the water every minute and gives you 5 seconds rest. The end of the break can also be heard. "See you then, look forward to seeing us." When they're gone, you slowly sit up and crouch down. You cry loudly until your eyes are red. You slowly get up and look in the mirror, you smile and wipe the tears from your face.

"Where have you been?" the teacher asks you. "I..." you were about to reply. "Never mind, just sit down." He says without letting you speak. You sit down next to your Girlfriend Wednesday. "Where have you been?" she asks you coldly. "I was still in my dorm..." you say slowly. "We only had a 20 minute break," she replies. "Yes...I know that's why I came so late, I forgot something." You're trying to lie. "Aha" she just replies.

The hour goes by quickly. You go to your locker and when you open it, garbage comes towards you. Next to you you hear Sarina and AI laughing loudly and picking you up. "Hahahaha that suits you" says Ai loudly. You look down and see tears forming in your eyes. When suddenly the laughter stops. You slowly look at them and see that they are afraid and look past you. You turn right and see Wednesday. The bullying group runs away quickly and you stop dead in your tracks. she goes to you "Since when do they bully you?" she asks you with a serious look. "They don't..." you say quietly. "Don't lie to me." She continues coldly. You quickly close the locker and quickly walk past her. "I don't," you say in a hurry.

School is over and you want to go to your dorm quickly. Wednesday left earlier because she still had something to do. "HEY Y/N" someone yells behind you. It was Sarina. She goes to you and hits you in the stomach so hard that you go to your knees. "You're so discusting." She kicks your face and you fall to the ground. She keeps kicking you. You try not to cry out loud so you don't give yourself a bigger target. "Leave Y/N alone!" you hear a familiar voice call out. However, you don't dare to open your eyes. When you hear Sarina crying, you slowly open your eyes. You see Wednesday holding a knife to her throat and Ai standing further away in shock. "If you touch Y/N again, I'll slit your throat and put you in front of your parents' door." Sarina only nods slightly. Wednesday lets go of her and you see her quickly run away with Ai. Wednesday puts the knife away and walks over to you. "Are you okay?" You stand up slowly and when you see her clearly in front of you, you immediately hug her and bury your face in her neck. She puts her hands protectively on the back of your head and on your back. "It's all right, I'll protect you from everyone." "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I was just ashamed and didn't want anyone to know." You say through sobs. "Shhhh. All right, I will protect you. And you don't have to be ashamed.” She gently strokes the back of your head. "I love you cupid." She says softly. "I love you too." You mumble into her neck, sobbing.

I'm bad at writing stories but I hope you like it anyway. I wish you a nice day :D

[hotvinimon]

Symphony of date No. 10

Sawamura Daichi x Reader

Part 2

Plot : What's the best feeling you ever had ?? 4 times reader felt like having best feelings but one time, she was sure that this is the best feeling that she will cherish forever. A/N : Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;) Warnings - English is my second language.

Master List

So, there you were, on your 10th date with Daichi, arriving fashionably late by 11 minutes (who's keeping tabs, right?). Well, apparently you are, marking each date on your secret calendar with red hearts and circles. It's like your own undercover mission!

You dressed up in that cute floral chiffon sundress, paired with your favorite handbag, feeling like a vision of elegance and grace. You were secretly hoping that this time Daichi would beat you to it. But, as luck would have it, he was the early bird of this romantic duo.

Then, the moment of intrigue arrived - you found Daichi, scrolling through Instagram, a habit he swore off. "Aha, someone's smitten," you teased him, watching him swoon over the photos from your past dates. Daichi, caught in the act, blushed like a ripe tomato.

In a sweet and almost cinematic move, he stood up and pulled your chair out, proving that chivalry was not yet extinct. You couldn't help but give him a little theatrical swoon and quip, "Thanks, Ichi, and they say chivalry is dead." You added a sly grin for that extra touch of charm.

The scene was set at a cozy, candlelit Italian restaurant, the kind of place where romance and dreams intertwine. The mood was perfect, and the world seemed to slow down, allowing you to savor each moment with Daichi.

The date was a feast for the senses. The garlic bread was like a fragrant invitation, the pasta dish a creamy delight, and the chocolate lava cake was, well, pure dessert heaven.

However, Daichi's behavior was intriguing and mysterious. He appeared a tad jittery, like he was drifting into a world of his own, and it left you puzzled. Was this the moment when he'd break the news? Your heart raced with curiosity.

Unable to hold back your inquisitive spirit any longer, you took a deep breath and decided to broach the subject. "Daichi," you began, "I've noticed something different in our recent dates. Is there something on your mind?"

Daichi snapped out of his daze, looking genuinely surprised. He cleared his throat, his eyes locking onto yours, and your heart felt like it skipped a beat. This had to be the moment of truth, right?

But Daichi had other plans. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he confessed, "I've been lost in thought, trying to find the right words."

Your heart sank - you were convinced this was the preamble to a heartbreaking revelation.

But then, Daichi took a deep breath and, with newfound determination, said, "I've been reflecting on our time together, and it's been nothing short of magical. You mean the world to me, and every second with you is a treasure."

There was tension in the air, but with another deep breath, Daichi mustered the courage to declare, "I want more than these wonderful dates, (Y/N). I want to make this official. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Your eyes widened, and your heart soared. It wasn't a breakup; it was a love declaration! Relief and euphoria washed over you like a dreamy, sun-kissed ocean.

Without a moment's hesitation, you beamed at Daichi and replied, "Yes, Daichi, I'd love to be your girlfriend."

Daichi's face lit up like a constellation of stars, and he reached across the table to take your hand. The confusion of the day seemed to evaporate as you shared a dreamy, heartfelt moment, relieved and ecstatic about your newfound commitment.

The night continued with laughter, warmth, and the shared dreams of your future. It was undeniable that you were stepping into a thrilling new chapter of your relationship, where dreams and reality merged into a beautiful love story yet to be written.

With every passing moment, you realized that this could be the prelude to something magnificent, and that perhaps, the best feeling was yet to come.

V- Chan's Dilly Dally

Finally part 2 came. Next part will be sooner than this and I would do my best to complete this series before October, as won't be able to write in next 2.5 months due to my exams.

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