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comesatimecomesashadow · 3 days ago

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Hey hey! Could i request a shadow x college student who took him in and try’s to encourage him to be more outgoing/friendly with the others? I keep thinking about how cute it would be to sorta babysit the whole bunch for Maddie and Tom, and Shadow get roped into the friendship. He deserves the best support system☹️❤️!!

tonight, tonight *ೃ༄

pairing *ೃ༄ shadow the hedgehog x reader [can be read as platonic or romantic]

fic type *ೃ༄ one-shot, reverse-comfort

cw *ೃ༄ nothing !

summary *ೃ༄ you help shadow come out of his shell.

note *ೃ༄ sorry this took so long anon! i've been busy these past couple weeks.. | I had fun writing this especially after watching sonic 3, he deserves the world !!!

masterlist *ೃ༄

Being a college student was no easy feat. Assignments and deadlines filled up your time and often left you feeling burnt out, but you always managed to pull through. If there was anything you’d learned from being at school for this long, it was that you couldn’t give up because you’d always make it in the end anyway. It was just the process of getting there that you hated.

Shadow was about the only one who could allow you to escape the stressful confines of your dorm. You had met him on one of your nightly walks to de-stress after the hectic events of the day. Hour-long lectures and energy drinks for breakfast weren’t exactly the most desirable position to be in. As you were planning out your week, calculating how much time each assignment needed and what instructions were given, you bumped into an unfamiliar creature : A Hedgehog.

It struck you as a peculiar happenstance, given that he was on college grounds. He didn’t seem like he was a student. Of course, you could have just ignored him and went on with your night, but something in you wouldn’t let you. Since that day, the two of you have been inseparable. You weren’t exactly startled by his existence given that before you met him, Tom and Maddie asked you to ‘babysit’ Sonic and the others while they went out. Though your schedule was a bit stressful because of your college work, you always accepted.

And now, since Shadow had become part of your life, he sometimes tagged along when you went over to the Wachowski residence. Sonic, Knuckles and Tails behaved fairly well for the most part (you were thankful for that), but there was always one thing that nagged at you : your black and red quilled hedgehog friend who always seemed to be off in his own world despite being in the same room as the others.

Shadow had told you about his past after about a year of staying with you, but that didn’t mean you wanted him to feel isolated when everyone else was having fun. You weren’t exactly the best at comfort, but you couldn’t just leave him like that. So you decided to address it before heading over there.

Shadow was munching on a handful of coffee beans when you entered the kitchen. You were dressed casually and ready to go out. “Shadow,” you spoke as you turned on the stove to boil a bit of water for a cup of coffee.

“What is it?” His eyes drifted to you, he was sitting at the small kitchen table. Your apartment wasn’t big but it was something at least. Shadow was grateful.

“Do you want a cup of coffee?” You asked while you leaned on the counter, your arms crossed. You weren’t sure how to approach it, you couldn’t exactly just tell him to socialize. In your experience, that never worked on you so it definitely wouldn’t work on him. So how..?

“Yes, I’d appreciate that.” Shadow nodded and kept eating away at his coffee beans. You’d gotten used to his short answers but sometimes, they weren’t the best for serious conversations like these.

“Are you going to come with me to Maddie’s?” you inquired, your voice a little softer than usual.

Shadow nodded, “Yes, I will be accompanying you tonight. Someone has got to keep those dimwits in check.” You chuckled at his insults and a small smile tugged at your lips. The time wasn't right, it felt too abrupt to just bring it up out of nowhere. So you made a note to bring it up later, at the right moment. After a cup of coffee with your hedgehog companion, the two of you were off to the Wachowski household.

The afternoon was calm. It was accompanied with the soft caresses of the wind and the warm beams of sunlight. You knocked on the door and waited for an answer, continuing your conversation with Shadow until Maddie answered the door.

“You’re right on time, come on in!” Maddie greeted, opening the door to let the two of you in. You thanked her and greeted the ever-energetic hedgehog who whizzed up in front of you in a matter of seconds.

“We’ll be back around ten-thirty, alright?” Tom told you. You nodded, “Yep, I promise to keep everyone on their best behavior.” The couple smiled in acknowledgement and told Sonic and the others the usual ‘behave or you’re grounded’ spiel before disappearing into one of Sonic’s rings.

“You guys wanna have a movie marathon or board games?” you asked the four of them, Shadow was still at your side with his arms crossed.

“How about, Board games first n’ then a movie marathon?” Sonic suggested, his hands on his hips.

“That sounds great!” Tails chimed in, “Agreed.” added Knuckles.

Sonic went to go get the board games out of the cabinet while everyone else cleared the table, Shadow was quiet as always. “You’re joining right?”

“Do you want me to?” Shadow helped you carry some cups to the sink.

You nudged him, “I’m asking what you want.”

He pondered for a moment. “I am unfamiliar with the games.” He didn’t seem sad about it but a little ..lost? This did not deter you though.

“I’ll teach you, I promise it’ll be fun.” you beamed.

“.. Are you sure?” Shadow asked, avoiding eye contact. It was a thing he did when he was uncertain of something. But you only nodded and guided his gaze back to you. You knew he was unsure about how the others would react to his participation.

“I’m more than sure.”

After the table was cleared, there was a mountain of games at the side of the table; Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow and you sat at the surrounding edges of the table, seated on the couch. “Since Shadow’s joining this time,” You began as you reached for the deck of cards on the table. “I was thinking we could play uno first, how's that?”

“Shadow’s joining?” Sonic asked with a surprised look on his face, “This’ll be fun.” Shadow only huffed and crossed his arms. Shadow only acted as if the blue hedgehogs remarks meant nothing because on the inside, he was grateful that they weren’t opposed to having him in the game.

“I look forward to winning against all of you,” said Knuckles while donning a determined expression.

“That’s ambitious.” said Shadow, “Dream on!” chimed Tails. Everyone seemed pumped and the environment felt warm. You were glad to see Shadow stepping out of his comfort zone. You split the cards while you explained the rules of the game to Shadow as well as the purpose of the different cards. Shadow listened intently and admired your expertise at card-shuffling.

“Alright, everyone count if you’ve got seven cards.” you said as you looked through your cards.

“Are we betting anything?” Sonic asked playfully.

“No, we are not betting anything, this is a game not gambling.” You rolled your eyes, “Plus, I'm a broke college student — the most I can give is like ten bucks.” Sonic and the others laughed at your half-joke. You reached for the deck and turned a card over, a six and the color blue present on the card.

After a long round of rock, paper, scissors, it was decided that Tails would start first and it would go clockwise. The game, despite being a practice round, went on for quite a long time — Though that was to be expected, given that it was the five of you who were playing. Tails ended up winning and the night went on smoothly.

Shadow was quite competitive and he ended up winning the two rounds afterwards, much to Sonic’s dismay. You were happy to see this side of Shadow, he seldom went out of his way to interact with others. It was your influence on him and your encouraging nature that allowed him to step out of his comfort.

It was about eight in the evening when Shadow was helping you make snacks for the movie marathon. Sonic, Tails and Knuckles were bickering over which movie to watch but you didn’t pay much mind to it. “You were great at Uno, I was surprised. It was your first time right?” You mashed the avocados with the mortar and pestle; Everyone had agreed on guacamole as the snack of the night.

Shadow nodded in response to your question, “I’m a quick learner, the game was relatively simple.”

Shadow added the minced tomatoes into the avocado mix. “I’m proud of you, y’know.” you spoke quietly but your words were warm. It was an exchange just between the two of you. Shadow began chopping up the cilantro as you spoke. “I know it isn’t easy, but I’m proud of you.”

His chopping slowed, “.. I’m not a social being, But..” He inhaled slowly before sighing. “Your efforts in encouraging me to engage with others were helpful.” You smiled at his words and listened earnestly, mixing in the ingredients he poured. “Playing board games with everyone today.. It reminded me of Maria.”

Your smile was one of understanding as you gazed down at the black hedgehog. He was reserved most of the time, but today he did something he wasn’t usually comfortable with. Your warm nature helped him creep out of his shell and enjoy himself. It helped him remember the lost moments with the person he held dearest to his heart.

“I remembered the joy I felt with her.. It was so easy then.” He spoke, a sorrowful smile on his lips.

“It might not be easy now, but it isn’t unreachable. Okay?” You washed your hands and dried them before bending down to give him a hug. He let go of the knife and accepted your warm hug. He closed his eyes before enclosing his own arms around you. Even though both of your lives were stressful, he had you and you had him.

No matter what, the two of you helped each other up when the other was down. The support you’d given him these past two years — he’d remember it and cherish it.

He decided then that he would do the same for you too.

#jume fics #shadow the hedgehog #shadow #shadow x reader #i love u shadow #shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow the ultimate lifeform

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slavicdolls4mangione · 1 day ago

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first date with lu headcanons!!!

seeing this in my asks made me SO giddy omg okay

- you and lu would have met through mutual friends at a college party/little get together

- the second you laid eyes on him you felt like you were about to faint because hello ? he’s GORGEOUS

- the sentiment was very much mutual because lu almost did a double take when he saw your beautiful self

- you’d both be sharing shy smiles from across the room, trying to figure out how to start up a conversation

- lu would find the perfect opportunity when he sees you head towards the kitchen to get yourself a drink

- he’d approach you with the most beautiful smile on his face, and introduce himself to you

- he’d offer you a handshake and you guys wouldn’t let go of each others hand for some time and when you or he realize, you’d just bashfully smile while he’d chuckle and do that scratching the back of his neck motion *cue his bicep contracting and your knees almost giving out*

- you guys would just start talking casually, ask each other questions about your majors and what part of the campus you’re living on, where you’re from etc; he’d crack nerdy jokes and talk so animatedly about robotics while you’d just have the biggest smile on your face because he’s just so cute rambling

- you two didn’t notice time pass by and next thing you know your best friend is coming to get you because it’s pretty late into the morning

- lu would ask for your number and ask quite shyly if he could take you on a date and you would agree of course

- he’d plan the cutest little date in fairmount park one sunny saturday afternoon, you guys would set up a little blanket under the cherry blossoms and he’d have drinks and little snacks prepared

- you’d both talk about everything and anything, the conversation would flow so easily that you felt like you’ve known him since forever, it felt so natural and easy being around him

- as it started getting chillier and the sun started setting down, you guys would pack up and start strolling around the park hand in hand, laughing together, cracking jokes, just truly enjoying your time together

- once it was time to head back home, lu would give you his adidas zip up jacket (i had to) because you forgot to bring one and would then proceed to pull you into his side, arm around your shoulder while walking you back to your dorms

- when you arrive in front of the building you tell him you had an amazing time and he cheekily asks you if he can take you out again

- you’d make him work for it a bit by bantering but ultimately you agree and lean up to press a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth because “sorry mangione i don’t kiss on the first date” which would make him laugh and press a kiss to your temple in return

- you’d both leave each other grinning and wishing each other goodnight, giddily thinking about the next date and praying to the moon for this blooming relationship to grow and last forever <3

i hope you enjoy it anon, thank you for requesting i had so much fun writing this <333

#luigi mangione imagine #luigi mangione x reader #luigi thoughts

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whizzing-fizzbee · 2 days ago

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Black Butterflies & Deja Vu

Sebastian Sallow x Reader (F!MC) Rating: Explicit 18+, MDNI (smut, profanity), all characters are 18+ Words: 5,474 Themes: friends to lovers, angst, fluff, shameless smut

Summary: Your best friend Sebastian Sallow has been downright angsty lately. You have no idea it's because he's lovesick over you, until Anne and Ominis force your hands.

Notes: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested some Sebastian Sallow angst and smut. Decided to write this one inspired by the song "Black Butterflies & Deja Vu" by The Maine. All characters are 18-year-old seventh years. Reader/MC is a Ravenclaw.

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

Sebastian Sallow sighed and hurled another stone into the Black Lake. It pierced the water’s surface with a sharp splash and sank to its deep demise. Sebastian wished he could do the same.

Perhaps that was a bit dramatic, but Sebastian was feeling rather melancholy. Another Saturday spent alone while you were whisked off to Hogsmeade by yet another suitor.

Or so he thought.

In truth, you were only with Amit Thakkar to help your fellow Ravenclaw craft a plan to ask out Poppy Sweeting. You were fond of Amit – he was handsome and thoughtful – but the notion of any romantic interest between the two of you was laughable. You were gutsy; the type to charge into combat and to speak your mind. Amit was introspective; more of the type to read up on his enemies rather than fight them.

Besides, Amit had it bad for your friend, Poppy. He told you her kindness toward creatures was endearing to him, but he also appreciated how she fought for her convictions. Ever since you and Poppy took down the poachers of Horntail Hall, Amit admired her creed.

Now, it was your seventh year and Amit felt like he was running out of time. You assured him that Poppy would likely say yes to a date. She often spoke highly of Amit, noting his kind and studious nature. Sure, Amit wasn’t the most adventurous student, but you’d seen him hold his own in combat the time you took him to a goblin mine. He had more moxie than he let on.

So when Amit asked you for help, you eagerly agreed. Now that you no longer had to worry about goblin rebellions or Anne Sallow’s curse, you had time for more fun and frivolous quests – like playing matchmaker for two friends.

You spent the afternoon in the Three Broomsticks with Amit to help him decide how and when to ask Poppy on a date. Once it was decided that you’d let him use your vivarium so that he and Poppy could spend time with your unicorns, you toasted to your plan with a round of butterbeers before returning to the castle.

You were practically skipping with satisfaction. Your plan was bound to work and you couldn’t wait to see what may come of Poppy and Amit’s romance.

But Sebastian didn’t know that. To him, Amit was just another sorry bloke who had joined the long line of people desperate to know you on a deeper level. But no one knew you the way Sebastian did. It was more than your secrets, though; sure, he knew those – about Ranrok, your ancient magic and the Keepers – but he also knew your feelings. He knew your fears, sorrows and your emotional triggers. He knew how you liked your tea in the afternoons. He knew you couldn’t fall asleep without reading before bed each night. And he knew you dreamed of a life free from the pain and suffering you’d been forced to live since your fifth year.

That’s why Sebastian never spoke a word of his feelings for you. You were strong and sensible; kind and clever. You were brilliant in every way possible; beautiful inside and out, worthy of all the admiration you received. He decided he was too weak and insignificant to ever deserve you. He was reckless and weak; he gave in to dark magic and it nearly ruined his life – and yours. You deserved a world of warmth and prosperity. Sebastian carried too much darkness.

Of course, Sebastian had spent every day since Solomon’s death trying to make up for it. You were proud of the work he’d put in to resurrect himself from the dark cavern he’d been drawn to because of that relic. You often told him so, because you wanted him to forgive himself and see himself as someone who deserved to be happy.

But Sebastian loved you far too much to risk tainting you with any more of his poison. So instead of simply telling you how much you meant to him, he remained in the shadows as a bystander, witnessing all the ways your glow captivated anyone privileged enough to cross your path.

Of course you’d chosen Amit, Sebastian thought. Amit was polished and smart, generous and astute. He calculated life with consideration rather than sprinting headfirst without reason the way Sebastian did. Amit had a wealth of information and creativity, always writing in his stacks of notebooks or gazing at the stars in awe. The only thing that left Sebastian in awe was you. You were his North Star.

As you returned to the school grounds, you spotted a familiar figure sulking by the lake. You said goodbye to Amit and tread carefully toward Sebastian.

“Seb,” you said, pulling your sweater tightly around yourself. The early stages of fall were creeping across the Highlands, bringing a new chill to the air. “Seb, what are you doing out here?”

“Nothing,” Sebastian answered tersely. You flinched at his coarse tone. Sure, Sebastian could be brooding and moody, but not usually toward you. He adored you.

You and Sebastian were closer than ever. The events of your fifth year left you both fragile and forlorn; you, because you lost your mentor, Professor Fig, while the repository remained your burden to bear; Sebastian, because he lost more than his uncle when Anne refused to forgive him. The two of you were left with each other, so you leaned inward and formed a bond that could only be understood by two people who shared an unspeakable trauma.

Then you killed Victor Rookwood and Anne Sallow’s curse was lifted. When she began to heal, so did her relationship with Sebastian. He had you to thank for it, and you were merely happy to see him smile again. It brought you even closer.

But something shifted as time passed. You and Sebastian remained bonded, but the new layers of adulthood began to stack between you. He watched your classmates eye you like candy in the corridors. You listened to them whisper and giggle when Sebastian returned tanned and taller after a summer growth spurt.

But for all the rumors and mumblings about the nature of your relationship with Sebastian – “Are they together yet? Is it true they snogged in the Restricted Section? Will they or won’t they?” – you and Sebastian had never broached the subject.

It broke your heart every single day. Everyone else thought you and Sebastian belonged together. So did you. But you were merely one half of the equation and Sebastian never seemed to count you as a love interest.

“Sebastian, what’s wrong?” you asked, frowning at his cool demeanor.

“Just hanging out,” he said simply. He skipped a flat rock across the water, scattering a cluster of butterflies that hovered near the surface.

“Why weren’t you in Hogsmeade?” you asked innocently.

“Didn’t feel like it.”

“Why not?”

“Why do you care?”

You swallowed, hurt by the way he was lashing out. He was known to have a short fuse – his emotions often got the best of him – but he always treated you with more delicate tact.

His eyes always softened when he looked at you. His touch became gentler and his words became tender. You were the calm to his storm, so it scared you to see dark clouds in his eyes.

“Sebastian, what is wrong?” you demanded. “Have I done something?”

“Other than Amit Thakkar? No. Well, unless you include Larson and Weasley too.”

“What? What do they have to do with-”

“It doesn’t matter,” Sebastian snapped.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you angry at me for going to Hogsmeade with Amit?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he repeated.

“It does matter,” you pushed back. “It wasn’t a date. In fact, I was helping him plan a date. With Poppy.”

“What?” Sebastian finally pulled his gaze from the lake to turn toward you, his own eyes narrowed in confusion.

“I was helping Amit form a plan to ask Poppy out,” you said. “He’s fancied her forever.”

“Oh.”

“What’s this about, Seb? Is that really why you’ve been pouting here by the lake all day?”

“I wasn’t pouting.”

You rolled your eyes and hugged your arms around his torso, resting your head against his back. You did this often, as it always seemed to relax Sebastian when he was moody.

“Tortured and forlorn isn’t a good look on you,” you quipped before you released him.

He sighed and turned to look at you. “Sorry. I suppose I’m just feeling a bit down, is all,” Sebastian said.

“I know,” you said gently. “I know it’s nearly Halloween.”

Halloween was a difficult time of year for Sebastian. The holiday wasn’t fun and frivolous for him the way it was for others. For him, it was the anniversary of his parents’ death.

Sebastian’s lips thinned as he stilled himself. You reached downward to give his hand a gentle squeeze and spent the remainder of the afternoon comforting him by the quiet lake.

---

Later that evening, you sat with Ominis Gaunt and Anne Sallow in the Undercroft. Sebastian had trudged off to bed, leaving the three of you to continue your Ancient Runes studies.

The Undercroft was quiet as your quill scratched quietly over parchment, a stark contrast from the roar happening inside your head. Finally, you tossed your quill onto the table and sat back in your chair. Anne looked up at your sudden movement and Ominis leaned forward.

“I’m worried about Sebastian,” you said.

“Get in line,” Ominis muttered dryly.

“I know the anniversary of your parents’ death is approaching, but I think it’s more than that,” you sighed as you looked at Anne, who nodded in understanding. “He just seems so… sulky.”

“Sulky?” Ominis mused. “I suppose that’s one word for it.”

“So you’ve noticed it too?”

“Of course, I have,” Ominis said.

“You’re right, it’s not just our parents,” Anne said. She and Ominis shared a glance that made you uncomfortable, as if they knew something you didn’t.

“What is it?” you demanded with a frown.

“We think he’s lovesick,” Anne said with a soft laugh. You blinked as you processed her words, your stomach deflating as if she’d punched you there.

Sebastian was in love. That was the hardest pill to swallow, but the fact that he hadn’t told you made it even more painful. He told you everything.

“Lovesick?” you repeated. “Sebastian?” Anne nodded while Ominis folded his arms across his chest, the faint hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “But he hasn’t mentioned anyone to me. And I haven’t seen him with anyone lately.”

It was Ominis’ turn to blink. “He isn’t dating anyone,” he said. “He’s distraught over someone he thinks he can’t have.”

“Who?” you pressed. “Is it Nerida? Because-”

“Oh, please.” Ominis snorted. “Sebastian wouldn’t be arsed over someone as scatterbrained as Nerida Roberts. Give him some more credit than that.”

“But I heard they hooked up.”

“Even if they did, she’s not the one Sebastian’s pining after,” Anne remarked.

“Then who?”

Another silent exchange of glances and you glared at your friends. “What aren’t you telling me?” you demanded, hurt that they were keeping a secret from you. There were no secrets when it came to Sebastian and you.

“And I thought Ravenclaws were smart,” Ominis teased.

“Why won’t you tell me?” you pushed, your hurt frustrating beginning to surge. It was bad enough Sebastian was in love with someone else, but your friends withholding it from you twisted the knife deeper.

“We don’t need to tell you,” Anne said. You couldn’t decide if she was amused or annoyed.

“Why not? I clearly have no idea who it is.”

“Clearly,” Ominis said dryly.

“So then tell me!”

“We can’t,” Anne said simply. “If it isn’t obvious to you, you aren’t ready to know.”

Tears stung your eyes at your friends’ callousness. Was this their payback for the secrets you kept from them your fifth year? Of course, you’d never told them how you felt about Sebastian. How could you? Ominis would tell you to run far, far away from your chaotic friend. And Anne was his sister. She’d never understand.

“Fine,” you snapped, shuffling your parchment and quills into a pile. You shoved your chair back as you rose to your feet and gathered your study materials in your arms. “It’s also obvious to me I’m not meant to know, so I suppose I’ll call it a night.”

You scurried from the Undercroft, hurt and confused.

---

The following day, Sebastian seethed over his breakfast. He watched you from the Slytherin table as you laughed with your fellow Ravenclaws. Andrew Larson was leaning in particularly close to you and Sebastian hated the way he was looking at you. Sebastian looked at you the same way.

He couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to lust over his best friend, but everything you did, every move you made, forced him into a wild spiral. Sometimes he even forgot how to string together a coherent sentence when you were around, like when you’d subconsciously bite your bottom lip while deep in thought, or the time you fell into a creek and he could see through your blouse.

Sebastian was so busy glaring daggers at Andrew, he didn’t notice the arrival of Ominis and Anne. Anne turned to see the source of her brother’s miffed expression and sighed as she sat down.

“Sebastian, stop,” she scolded. “If you scowl any more, you’re going to accidentally hex half the Ravenclaw table.”

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if it includes Larson,” Sebastian muttered as he tore his gaze away.

“What’s wrong with Larson?” Anne asked. “He seems nice enough.”

“Don’t be so daft,” Sebastian mumbled. Anne set down her water goblet as her eyes pierced Sebastian with annoyance.

“Sebastian, this has got to stop,” she said forcefully. “You’re acting insufferable.”

“She’s right,” Ominis chimed in. “All of this moping about is becoming unbearable. Just tell her already.”

“Tell who what?”

“Who’s the daft one now?” Anne clucked her tongue. “Come on, Sebastian. It’s clearer than crystal. Everyone knows you’re in love with her.”

“In love with who?”

“Don’t insult my intelligence,” Anne snapped. “Now either tell her or we will.”

“You won’t say a word,” Sebastian threatened. “Mind your business.”

“You’re making it our business with your sour attitude,” Anne said. “We can’t stand it anymore. And frankly, neither can she. You’re just lucky she’s too in love with you to gain any sense.”

“She’s what?”

Anne sat back and smirked. “Come on now,” she continued. “Even you aren’t this dense.”

“Did she say something to you?” Sebastian demanded.

“No,” Anne said simply. “Sometimes the truth is in what we don’t say.”

---

After dinner, you decided to check on Sebastian. You hadn’t seen much of him that day, but you had seen the way he seemingly scowled at you in the Great Hall.

You descended the stairs of Ravenclaw Tower to make the trek toward the Slytherin Dungeons. But as you approached the Quad Courtyard, you were met by Anne.

“There you are!” she exclaimed, causing you to stop dead in your tracks.

“Anne? What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been looking for you. Have you forgotten about your detention?”

“Detention?”

“Remember, for last week’s Potions incident?”

“But that wasn’t me. That was all Garreth’s f-”

“But Sharp gave you both detention for it, remember?” Anne asked. “He said you were complicit in the explosion since you were Weasley’s partner that day.”

“But…” your voice trailed off as you racked your brain to remember. You couldn’t recall Professor Sharp scolding you or giving you detention. Surely, you would have remembered that.

“You need to get down to the Detention Chamber,” Anne said urgently. “You’re fifteen minutes late.”

“But-”

“Go! Sharp’s already livid. He sent me because I happened to be walking by. Weasley’s already there.”

You groaned. How did you forget? This surely meant you’d receive a second detention for your tardiness.

“Alright,” you sighed. “I’m on my way.” You thanked Anne and hurried to the dungeons.

“Sorry I’m late, professor!” you exclaimed as you shoved your way through the door to the Detention Chamber. You froze when it became clear Professor Sharp wasn’t there. Neither was Garreth Weasley. Sebastian was the only other occupant, sitting at the front of the room.

“Where’s Sharp?” you asked, confused.

“Sharp? No idea,” Sebastian answered, looking equally confused. “Where’s Binns?”

“Binns?”

“He apparently gave me detention for falling asleep in class last week,” Sebastian explained. “I don’t even remember it. But Anne said-”

“Anne said you had detention?” Your brow furrowed as your suspicion spiked. “But Anne told me-”

A sudden click from the door behind you made you whirl around. You reached for the door handle and found it was locked.

“Hey!” you shouted. “There’s people in here! Unlock the door!”

“No.”

Your eyes widened at the voice on the other side of the door. “Anne?”

“We’re not letting you out until the two of you confess,” Anne’s voice said.

“Confess? Confess what? And who’s we?” Sebastian appeared next to you, his arms crossed as he frowned at the door.

“You know what,” Anne’s voice replied pointedly.

“What’s she talking about?” you asked, turning to stare at Sebastian. He shrugged.

“I have no idea. Anne, open the door.”

“No.”

“Ominis? Are you out there too? Are you in on this?” Sebastian asked.

“Yes,” came Ominis’ voice.

Sebastian cursed. Neither of you had your wands – students had to place them in a lock box outside the chamber upon entry so that you couldn’t use magic during detention. The box wouldn’t unlock itself until the full detention was served.

“Let us out!” you shouted at the door. “This is ridiculous! You can’t keep us in here!”

“You can and we will,” Anne responded. “We’ll be back soon.”

You pressed your ear to the door and could hear their footsteps fading down the corridor. You sighed and turned to press your back against the door.

“What’s this about?” you demanded, your eyes narrowing at Sebastian.

“I don’t know,” he said as he ran a hand through his already tousled hair.

“What do they want you to confess?” you asked.

“They said ‘the two of you,’” Sebastian pointed out. “We’re both meant to confess something.”’

“Confess what? We don’t keep secrets from one another.”

Sebastian sighed and paced toward the front of the classroom. He leaned forward against the large desk at the front of the room, his hands gripping the desktop while he appeared deep in thought.

“They think we… have feelings for each other,” he said, his back still to you as he gazed downward at the desktop.

“What?!”

“They think you and I have romantic attractions,” he said. He turned to face you and crossed his arms again.

“You can’t be serious,” you laughed nervously. Heat began to creep up the back of your neck. “Why do they think that?” Sebastian gazed at you with tired eyes that startled you. Your tense posture slackened as you frowned in concern. “Sebastian? Are you okay?”

“No,” he said quietly. “I’m not. I’m exhausted.”

“Do you want to sit down?” you asked as you crossed the chamber to approach him. “Maybe you’re ill.”

The conversation you had with Anne and Ominis drifted to the front of your mind.

“We think he’s lovesick,” Anne had said.

You paused. Dare you ask? What if the answer killed you?

“Sebastian,” you started carefully. “Are you… have you got a crush on someone? Is that why you’ve been so moody lately? Anne mentioned you’ve seemed a little lovesick.”

And to your absolute, utter shock, Sebastian began to laugh. Dread coursed through your blood as you waited for him to regain his composure.

“Anne’s right, this really is unbearable,” he said as he shook his head. He sighed again and rubbed a hand over his face, so you closed more distance and leaned backward against a desk across from him.

Sebastian’s eyes roamed you up and down. It made you shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

“The answer is yes,” he finally continued. “I do have feelings for someone. That’s what Anne and Ominis want me to confess.”

“Who? Who do you have feelings for?” you asked, ignoring the sting that was twisting shards of heartache inside your chest.

Sebastian’s expression didn’t change. His eyes lingered on you as he seemed to be fighting impatience.

“You really don’t know?” he asked.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” you complained. “Clearly I don’t.”

Sebastian dug the palms of his hands against his eyes as if seeing clearer might make you see clearer. “They keep asking because the answer is obvious,” he said. “The answer is you.”

His words seemed to hover between you, an invisible line begging to be crossed. All you had to do was break the plane.

“Me?” you asked stupidly.

Sebastian couldn’t help but smile at the naivety plastered all over your face. “Yes, you,” he answered. “It really can’t be that much of a surprise, can it? I haven’t exactly been subtle about it.”

“I thought you were just being protective of me,” you said breathlessly. The cool dungeon felt hot and your hands were clammy. This wasn’t happening. You had to be lost in one of your countless dreams about Sebastian, fantasizing over all the ways he’d show you how much he loved you.

“I was,” Sebastian said simply. “I was protecting you from me.”

“What?”

Sebastian paced in front of the desk. “You deserve so much more than someone like me,” he confessed. “I mean, look at you. You’re… everything. I’m just the fool who got lucky enough to call you a friend.”

“Sebastian, that’s not for you to decide,” you said, your eyes still wide at the stunning revelation. “You don’t get to pick for me. And I’ll always pick you.”

“What?”

Suddenly, you understood the frustration that Anne and Ominis felt. You were stunned the two hadn’t strangled you and Sebastian both by now. You were no longer angry with them; you were grateful.

“This is all so ridiculous,” you breathed with a laugh. You stepped toward Sebastian and it was his turn to look surprised. “Sebastian, can we both just confess already?”

“You… you really mean it? You’re not just trying to get out of here?”

“On the contrary,” you said as you took another step toward him. “I’m trying to make the most of our time.”

You grabbed him by the front of his jumper and pulled him into a kiss. It was soft at first, but you grew hungry for more until your hands became balls of taut wool and your tongue was dragging along Sebastian’s bottom lip.

His hands snapped to your waist and pulled you against his body as he kissed you deeper. His tongue clashed with yours until you were gasping for air.

“Wait,” you laughed as you broke apart to catch your breaths. “We still need to confess.”

“I love you,” Sebastian said immediately. His eyes were heavy with a new level of affection that was foreign to you. It made your chest swell and heart race.

“I love you too,” you breathed. Sebastian smiled and leaned in to kiss you more gently this time.

“This was a lot easier than I thought it’d be,” you murmured once he pulled away.

Sebastian laughed as his thumbs traced gentle circles over your hip. He smiled at you with so much love and lust, your knees would surely give out. Luckily, you had a solution for that.

You pulled him into another forceful kiss, tugging on his jumper until he moved away from the desk. You spun so that your own back was pressed against it, pulling him into you until he lifted you onto the desktop. You wrapped your legs around him, your hands tugging at the hem of his jumper.

You could already feel his erection digging into the skin of your thigh. You’d never wanted anything so badly in your life.

You slipped the sweater over his head and dragged your palms over his bare chest, the feeling of his skin sending shockwaves through your fingertips. You couldn’t believe you were finally touching him in the sinful manner that only existed in your forbidden fantasies.

“Can I take this off?” Sebastian asked as his fingers grazed the top button of your blouse.

“If you don’t, I will,” you replied. He grinned at your response and kissed you.

Once all the buttons were parted, Sebastian shoved your shirt onto the desk behind you. His hands skimmed over your waist and held your hips as he pulled you hard against him, your inner thigh grinding against his erection.

You decided you hated the feeling of his trousers against your skin. You fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper until you could shove his remaining clothing to the floor, freeing his cock from the layers of fabric.

Your breath hitched at the sight of it. Sex wasn’t new to you but someone of that size certainly was. You internally scolded yourself for depriving yourself from this for so long.

Sebastian’s hands snaked beneath the hem of your skirt, the pads of his fingers stroking the tops of your thighs. He licked his lips at the heat radiating from your body.

As he leaned in to kiss you, one of his hands found the apex between your thighs, grazing two fingers over the fabric of your panties.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned as he felt the moisture of the fabric. He planted a trail of kisses from your neck across your collarbone, stopping with one final peck to your right shoulder.

His thumb brushed patterns over your entrance and you whimpered in frustration at the fabric separating your flesh. Sebastian smirked and inched your panties to the side with his thumb and index finger until your entrance was exposed. His thumb returned, this time running up and down over your wet folds. You could feel his cock twitch against your thigh.

But he had to taste you first. His lips left a trail of kisses from your neck and between your breasts until he lowered himself to a kneeling position. One more kiss followed above your belly button until he was pushing your skirt hem upward. He eyed your most precious asset and attacked it with his tongue.

Your gasp hissed throughout the chamber on contact. The sounds of Sebastian’s tongue immersed in your folds was music to your ears as he hummed a moan into your flesh. The vibration made you buck your hips forward.

His tongue swiped patterns over your clit until you fisted his hair in your hands. You pressed your fingertips into his skull, begging him for more pressure. He obliged, his tongue flattening and flicking against your clit until you were moaning repeatedly.

His lips enclosed your clit and he sucked against it, the sound drawing scowls from the portrait paintings on the walls.

“Don’t stop,” you breathed, your eyelids heavy as you gazed at the erotic vision between your legs.

Sebastian sucked harder, the tip of his tongue pressed against your clit until your thighs twitched in his hands. You were afraid to know what it’d be like to fall apart on Sebastian’s tongue – not because you were embarrassed or self-conscious, but because you knew it would ruin you for life.

And when it finally started, the sweet sensation shooting through your nerve endings in the form of a convulsion across your cunt, you forced your hips forward as Sebastian’s tongue danced against your clit. Your shaking thighs clamped either side of his head and he groaned at the surge of wet arousal that surfaced from your entrance. His tongue glided inside you to collect the reward of your climax.

As you recovered, your chest rising and falling while you caught your breath, Sebastian kissed both of your thighs and stood, smirking at you with sensual eyes as he returned to his standing position between your legs.

You realized the top of your thigh was wet from the tip of his cock. You took it in your hand and stroked, your thumb appreciating the sensation of its velvet head. Your core began to throb with desire for it.

“I need you. Now,” you whispered. You didn’t need to ask twice.

Sebastian lined the tip of his cock against your entrance and took a moment to behold the sight. He decided he’d burn the entire castle down if he were to wake up and learn this was merely another dream.

But the feeling of your slick, warm arousal coating the head of his cock was far too real. He moaned at the sight of himself disappearing inside your entrance. He sank further into you while you held your breath at the size of him.

“Relax,” Sebastian said gently. “I’ve got you.”

You nodded silently and exhaled, willing the tension to vacate your body. Sebastian continued to ease himself inside of you, his jaw clenched at the sensation of your walls stretching to accommodate him.

“My god,” Sebastian groaned as his gaze drifted downward to where you were joined. You bucked your hips to indicate your readiness.

Sebastian pushed his hips forward, his cock parting your walls again. You moaned at the pressure mounting within your core.

His cock drove steady strokes against your walls as his hands gripped the tops of your thighs. You whined for more, your hips rocking forward as the desk creaked beneath you.

You clutched Sebastian’s shoulders to pull him closer. He snapped his hips harder, the sounds of his thrusts growing louder as they became more erratic.

Your legs clenched around his torso tightly, willing him to drive deeper inside you. You could feel the smoldering climax searing hotter within your twitching walls. When it finally began, your tight cunt released, pumping pleasure through your walls while you cried out.

Your nails sank into Sebastian’s shoulder blades, leaving sharp crescent divots in his skin. Sebastian’s cock pumped you through your orgasm until your twitching cunt was spent.

Sebastian’s hands drifted to your back, a flick of his fingers snapping your bra apart. He flung it onto the floor behind himself and buried himself inside you again.

He kissed you hard, easing you backward until you were lying flat on your back. He couldn’t help himself from roaming his hands over your body, cupping and squeezing your breasts as he slammed into you. You moaned as he gripped your hips, pulling you into him as he fucked you.

“Oh my god,” he moaned. The sight of you, splayed out flat on your back, breasts bouncing with each thrust, was better than any vision his head could conjure.

The smacking of your bodies chorused across the chamber, your whimpered moans growing louder in rhythm with them. The delicious incline to another peak was mounting in your core, bringing you so close to the edge of ecstasy.

Sebastian reached down to drag a thumb over your clit, nudging you to the climactic cliff. The sound you released was anything but subdued; an unrestrained wail as your walls convulsed around Sebastian’s driving cock, sending your back into an arch as you clamped your eyes shut.

The aftermath was more than Sebastian could handle; your heaving chest panting for air; your heavy eyes dark with satisfaction; your arousal slowly dripping onto the desktop.

Sebastian thrusted hard until his cock was fully enveloped in your warmth again, his tip buried deep within your plush walls. He grunted as he held you against himself, his cock throbbing with his own climax until he painted your core with his release.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned once it was over.

He slumped forward. It felt as if his frame might collapse amid its boneless state. Beneath him, you were grateful for the desk keeping you off the ground.

Once you felt lucid enough to move again, you sat up slowly. Sebastian dipped his head to rest his chin against your forehead as you both recovered in silence. He didn’t want to part from you, so he remained still, savoring your warmth as he draped his arms around you.

“You really didn’t think I was in love with you?” you murmured softly against his chest.

“You really didn’t realize I was in love with you?” he mused.

“We really do owe Anne and Ominis an apology,” you laughed softly. “Or a thank-you.”

The door suddenly creaked open and the sound of hurried footsteps stopped with a sharp halt. Anne stood in the doorway, her face twisted in an expression of horror as Ominis stood behind her, unaware of the sight before them.

Sebastian winced at the intrusion. “We should probably start with an apology.”

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow smut #whizzing fizzbee fanfic

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sugarcubeindulgent · 2 days ago

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can you do pete's first kiss? (fem reader pls)

head over heels | pete dinunzio x f!reader

synopsis. finding out something interesting about your boyfriend pushes you to do something you've been wanting to.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ contents. fluff. established relationship. suggestive content. swearing. insecurities? maybe?.

a/n: thank you for the request anon! had so much fun writing this!!

“Oh! Babe what the fuck! Take off your shoes.”,you whine softly, sitting down on the edge of your bed after turning on your lamp on your nightstand. Sleepy and groggy still, you rub your eyes in a tired way with a big frown at Pete’s sneakers covered in mud pressing into the soft carpet of your bedroom. Too tired to bitch and moan past the initial remark, and about his slightly wet state from the drizzle outside, you yawn and look at him holding his jacket over something lumpy. “It’s almost one a.m, Pete, if my dad catches you here he’s going to throw you off the roof.”,you say, speaking softly and quietly.

Pete shakes his head, grinning at you after kicking off his boots behind him and walking over. “I come bearing gifts.” And you look up at him a bit groggy as he tugs out two Burger King bags from within his jacket. Your eyebrows furrow and you blink away the sleepiness, eventually rubbing the heaviness out of your eyelids. A soft laugh leaves your lips behind your hand when you realize he really is holding Burger King bags. Pete shrugs and he kicks your ankle while walking over to the foot of your bed. “C’mon, wanted to be with you tonight.”

“You saw me literally five hours ago.”,you remark but you’re getting up with a fuzzy and warm feeling in your heart and walking over to join Pete.

His acne-riddled face grows a bit red, you pluck up a towel in passing and sit down beside him as he shrugs off his sweater and sets it aside. “You complain when I’m with the guys too much and you complain when I wanna be with you – pick.”,he grumbles without any real malice. Rolling your eyes, you smack him upside the head, making him wince before you begin to dry off his dark hair while he turns your television on. That red snapback sits beside you as you dry him off.

Eventually you set the towel aside on the carpet and you yawn, some sleepiness lingering as you turn to the bags he tears open to allow your combos to be laid out on the brown paper bags. “How was the campaign with your friends?”,you ask, not ever really understanding what Pete is talking about with his geeky crap but you try. Pete’s silent for a moment focusing on the crowns in a way that makes you smile and feel butterflies in your stomach.

“It was alright. I died four fuckin’ times but the other guys were worse off.”,he laughs quietly, shaking his head. Then he looks at you and he grins, setting the crown on your head. “There we go. How was the family dinner? Your ma and pa still ridin’ your ass?”

The subject of the family dinner and your mom make you sigh in annoyance, grabbing the other crown you turn away from Pete to face the television while you put the golden cardboard crown together. But in that anger and irritation there’s some guilt. “Yeah. My dad’s at least blunt about…his feelings about everything but my mom was doing that sneaky, snide thing she does.” Pete feeds you a fry when you jerk your chin to your food. Chewing on it, your guilt worsens and you shake your head. “I wish they were more like your parents about…us.”

When your eyes meet Pete’s dark ones, you set the crown on his head and he expels a sigh. You can see some of the hurt in his face, knowing just how much your entire family seems to hate him and disapprove of your relationship. But he tries to lighten the mood like usual, smiling at you and putting up his hands once the crown is settled. “You kidding? My parents were startin’ to think I was a gay at this point. You could be some junkie hooker and they’d be overjoyed you’re a woman.” You smile in amusement and he rolls his eyes with a wave of his hand. “Some well-adjusted valedictorian, you were there when my ma started crying.”

You laugh into your hand to muffle the noise, shoving his shoulder. “Oh stop, I felt so bad. Thank God your dad reassured me. Not like you were any help.”,you scoff while turning to look at the horror channel. Grabbing your burger, you shake your head and Pete snickers.

“What? You’re probably the only girlfriend I’ll ever have – tellin’ you she was havin’ a stroke was funny.” He snickers again when you flick a fry at him. “We ain’t got no drinks because they fell when I was climbing up to your window, by the way.”,he says.

Rolling your eyes in a lighthearted way, you don’t pull your eyes from the television. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

Then you both start to eat the meal in silence, watching the channel playing an original Frankenstein re-run.

It’s half-way through your meals when Pete hums in a realization of something. “Oh shit!”,he swears, making sure to not shout. You nearly jump in surprise, his little “outburst” coming during a silent part of the movie. Frowning at Pete, you set down your burger and wipe your mouth. “I forgot I got somethin’ for you. Hold on.” He digs in his front pockets before finding his wallet in his back pocket attached to his chain. Curiosity absorbs you, watching him with a gentle tilt of your head.

Then you narrow your eyes. “Pete, if it's a dental dam, I’ll call for my dad.”

Pete laughs, he shakes his head while digging through his wallet of various cards and coupons. “Oh that was one time, lighten up.” You roll your eyes again. But when he tugs out something with a triumphant noise, you notice a small paper slip out of his wallet and slide on the carpet to your socked foot. Before you can look at it, he’s holding out a sticker roughly the side of your inner palm. “Look. Finally fuckin’ got ‘er.”

And you smile big when you notice it’s a sticker from these blind pulls he does for one of his favorite games. You told him your favorite character, some badass woman with the most ridiculous uniform ever but she’s the coolest in your eyes. And you smile big looking down at the sticker. You look at Pete and he’s smiling a bit in anticipation, with an annoyed whine, you lean forward and hug him tightly. “Thanks, babe. I love it.”

Immediately melting into you, Pete inhales at your neck as he always does when he hugs you. His arms are tight around your waist before he shakes his head. “Course.” When you pull away, you smile down at the sticker as he shuts his wallet. Remembering the little paper, you look down and pick it up while setting the sticker on your bed.

“Oh wait something–”

Your words stop when you look down. It’s a small I.D sized printed photo, color. And it's you. Some photo off of your MySpace profile. Pete quickly snatches it from your hand and he forces a light laugh. “Shit, sorry.”,he apologizes, you watch him quickly shove it into his wallet. Your eyebrows furrow and you frown, but your heart is beating quicker and your stomach is surrounded by butterflies.

“You keep a picture of me in your wallet?”,you ask softly, leaning closer to him.

Dark eyes dart around as he faces down at his wallet, then he looks at you and looks away quickly. His face is blooming redder as he swallows hard. “Uh yeah, I do.” Then he shakes his head and forces another laugh. “Well I–y’know sometimes when you’re all busy I just – like lookin’ at it. Plus I gotta have somethin’ to prove you’re real to the guys at Joe’s.” He’s talking a bit quickly. Absorbing his words, your eyes flicker down to his lips a bit redder than usual with his constant biting of them.

You gently cup his cheek and pull his face to yours, his eyes widen and lips part when you lean in. But before you can kiss him for the first time in your relationship, he moves his head and he seems to almost cringe. You blink and you hesitate. “Uhm…”,you clear your throat,”I’m sorry do you not wa–”

“No, no! I’ve never–”,he interrupts you quickly, dark eyes looking at you. He’s cringing, you can see it in his tense face and body. Your eyes squint in confusion before they widen in realization. “I-I know it’s fuckin’ weird but I–don’t wanna fuck it up. Porn, nudie mags, giving you condoms as jokes and shit it’s all different than–”

“Pete.”,you interrupt him this time. He shuts up and immediately looks at you. You smile gently and you shrug gently. “Let me kiss you, yeah?” Pete blinks and he gets a stupid smile on his face before he nods.

When you lean in, your mouth presses to Pete’s. You feel him tense up like the first time you had ever hugged him. But just like then, he relaxes and his hands find your waist as you sit up on your knees. Leaning in to kiss him a bit more confidently, he kisses you the same. Pete smells like his cheap cologne and shitty aftershave, scents you’ve come to want smothered all over your bedding and everything you wear. His hands are clammy on your exposed hips in your sleep-shirt and too-big sweats. But you still want him.

Pete begins to tremble when your tongue passes his lower lip. He opens his mouth tentatively in the kissing and his tongue peeks out to meet your own. The moment your tongues touch, slipping along one another, he groans and you smile into the kiss that’s become a bit of a slow makeout. But your lungs begin to burn and you pull away despite Pete’s tightening grip on your hips. Sitting on your legs, you look at Pete’s face bathed and shadowed in the glow of the television. He’s smiling like an idiot, practical swirls in his eyes.

“Fuck.”,he breathes, panting softly. You laugh a bit and lick your lips, then he nods and he tilts his head. “Did'you...like it?”

Grinning, you nod your head eagerly and you grab him by the shirt, pulling him down on top of you and connecting your mouths again.

#the eltingville club x reader #welcome to eltingville x reader #the eltingville club #welcome to eltingville #pete dinunzio x you #pete dinunzio x reader #pete dinunzio #song: head over heels - tears for fears

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catbolt · 3 days ago

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Hi! I have 2 chronic illnesses (specifically me/cfs and fibromyalgia) and I've always wondered how the boys would help to take care of a chronically ill mc? I know Xavier would probably nap with her, but I was hoping you could write some drabbles or something please? I really, really appreciate you reading this, even if you don't take it up. Thank you! :) <3

— TAKE CARE

[TAGS] fluff, xavier x mc, zayne x mc, rafayel x mc, sylus x mc (no caleb bc tbh i'm not quite sure how i want to write him yet), 2nd person but canon hunter mc is referenced

[A/N] hii anon! did this sort of headcanon style, hope it's to your liking! don't have any personal experience with chronic illness so kept things pretty vague to avoid mischaracterization (but hopefully still suiting the prompt.)

xavier

doesn’t overburden you with too much talk or make a big deal out of your flare ups, instead spending most of the time just silently, patiently by your side . Napping, watching mindless TV, reading a book side by side with you in bed.

xavier def gives parallel play vibes-- even if you two aren’t doing the same activity he’ll be next to you, comforting you with the simple warmth of his presence. “need anything?” “want a massage?” “tired?” is as much as he’ll probe. he understands what you need without you even having to say it, often anticipating your needs before you even realize them yourself.

personally he does not gaf about work drama but since he knows you get antsy not knowing what's happening at hunter HQ whenever you have to call out from work, he always prepares a rundown of any work tea for you. he finds himself being even more nosy and attuned to the other hunters at work, just so he can see your eyes light up whenever he gets to tell you about which of the new recruits are flirting with who.

zayne

sometimes it’s a little hard for him not to go fully into doctor mode whenever you're having symptoms, but he tries to rein it in so as to not frustrate/overwhelm you.

he would have very strong reactions to any signs of physical distress from you. seeing you in the middle of a flare up makes him have to confront that you're not one of his patients, you're... you, which is harder, makes things infinitely more complicated. he can't just be calm and orderly as he usually is and prides himself on being when it's you who's in pain.

he's trained himself to panic less and stay logical when it comes to your symptoms, but he has to concentrate to do so, walking himself mentally through his own medical training on your condition to talk him down from overreacting. you wouldn't have thought a doctor of all people would be the type to be on edge about something like this, knowing he's familiar with similar conditions, but for zayne, he definitely has to care for you while also battling his own emotional rollercoaster.

rafayel

cheers you up with little doodles and gifts, trying to keep your spirits high whenever symptoms get particularly bad.

i have this image of him just making little sculptures out of shells from the beach and putting them on your nightstand to decorate the space especially during those times where you're stuck in bed for days. even if he can't be around 24/7, he makes sure reminders of him are around when you go to sleep and when you wake up

video calls you a lot whenever he's out and about by himself, at the studio, taking a walk, even at events, because he doesn't want you to miss out on any of the fun even when you can't physically join.

sylus

definitely the doesn't ask questions and anticipates your needs easily type. sometimes he even overdoes it because he gets carried away but it's sweet either way, like when he prepares a bubble bath for you with a bath bomb and a bunch of essential oils to soothe your muscles and then you have to remind him you took a shower like three hours ago already

sends mephisto to watch over you during flare ups when you're napping or if he's out, and will send checking in texts frequently even though you know he has a full live feed of you from mephisto.

makes luke and kieran also do whatever you need whenever he's not around and you're having strong symptoms. notes under the door saying "boss wants you to check your phone" "boss wants to know if you need anything" "boss says he's working late and that he ordered you dinner, so you should eat without him" are a frequent amusing feature of sylus' care

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pastlivesxpastlie · 2 days ago

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omg would you be down to write nosferatu!sleep token? maybe nosferatu!iii who is really obssessed with the reader with smut and a bit of stalking? thank you so much, love youu🤍

Oh my god, 🤍anon, I lost my mind watching Nosferatu. I’m just going to yap about nosferstu!iii with little plot structure. Also, he’s just wacky maybe not a vampire. Maybe.

also, you know who else loves iii and bill skarsgard? @adenobabe :3 I got the most adorable voice note from her saying she was thinking about iii saying “you must bounce on it crazy style” after I told her about this

MDNI • v short, just for fun • slight dubcon, stalking but in that he shows up everywhere, afab reader, semi public sexual encounters

So, I imagine iii sees you across the room at a show or something and you look so out of place like a lost little lamb (meaning vulnerable and good enough to eat). He cozies up to you and pretends to be your boyfriend when he sees some douche hitting on you. Just walks up behind you, running his nose up your neck hissing “there you are…been looking everywhere for my girl.”

He doesn’t waste anytime and backs you into a dark little corner, his thigh between your legs and his face buried in the crook of your neck. You’re not even sure how you’ve gotten in this position. You’re like

“I-I I don’t even know you.”

And he whispers, “oh but you will, little dove.”

And that’s when you start seeing him everywhere. You stop for a coffee, he’s across the street. At the shops? He’s walking in the opposite direction down an aisle. Driving to work? You see him waiting at the cross walk while you’re at a stoplight. He’s become a presence that you expect. That you miss when you realize you never see him near your house or when you’re on a date.

Finally you decide to go back to where you first saw him—whatever you chose to wear is form fitting and seductive. Surely he’ll be there. He’s some kind of heat seeking missile for you. Being at that place alone scares you a little but you just know he’s there. And it makes turns you on so badly to know he’s just somewhere waiting to pounce. It doesn’t take long. He gently grabs you by the nape of your neck and whispers against the shell of your ear from behind.

“You never leave the house on a Thursday night, dove. What are you doing?”

“Looking for you.”

“Mmm,” he ghosts his lips up your neck and lightly bites your earlobe. “Prey trying to be the hunter? How precious.”

And you lean back against him, feeling his ragged breath and excitement pressed up on you. It’s so dark that no one notices or even cares if people are as close as you are. III pulls you back into the little corner where you rode his thigh the first time (yes I withheld that info from you, reader 😈) but this time he lifts your dress just a bit, tracing your panties as he stares into your eyes.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes…I…I know.” You choke out. Your eyes are rolling back but he’s barely touch you.

“Don’t go looking for me again. Best you stay put and wait for me. Impatient little, minx.” He leans into your personal space, kissing and biting at your neck while his fingers plunge between your folds.

You know better now. If you get impatient and disobedient, you get marked up with embarrassing little hickeys and maybe even a bright red mark on your ass. Yes…you know better than to listen and be a good girl. 🖤🎀

#ask wolfie #sleep token iii x reader #fem reader #sleep token fan fiction #sleep token fanfic #sleep token smut #🤍 anon #a mysterious anon appears!

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riptides-n-roses · 3 days ago

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Hiii! First I want to say I love your posts and one of the best! Second I Would like to request a Roman X Reader when he lost at WrestleMania 40 and how he would be like with reader backstage? If not it is fine!

GGRRAAAHHH! OFC OFC! I CRIED SO HARD THAT NIGHT OMFG! THIS ONE SHALL BE FLUFF FOR ONCE! ♡

changes - roman reigns

⛧ pair: roman reigns x reader

⛧ tags: @88changemymind @cyberdejos2 @reigns-prophecy [huge thank you to anon]

�� no warnings/smut this time. Just an emotional roman after an incredible match and reign.

⛧ writers block is the absolute worst omg. I'll go ahead and be honest, sometimes smut gets a little too hard to write and I don't really want this blog to just be smut. This will be my first fluff since most of my drafts are smut related. Also again this one is short but I hope it's a fun little read.

⛧ after an incredible title reign, things will be different but right now all roman can ever need right now is you.

⛧ word count: 588

Wrestlemania.

The biggest night in WWE. All superstars have an amazing opportunity to make a change or write history for the books.

This was also a night for some big title cards. One of which was your partner, Roman Reigns. He is the Trible Chief, The Head of The Table. The main event was when he takes on Cody Rhodes, for the Undisputed WWE Universal Championship.

It was a match everyone was talking about that sparked a lot of debate on TV and social media. Tonight's main event was going to be talked about all year regardless of the outcome.

You held Roman tight in your arms, giving him a big hug before his match.

"You're going to do great out there" you started, "it'll be a night to remember."

"I know it will." Roman replied, gently stroking your hair. "I made a lot of history with this title"

After a warm embrace for what seemed like forever, you let him go, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a signal for good luck.

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Cody had finished the story. The new champion held the newly claimed title high as the audience roared.

"Here is your winner...and the NEW Undisputed WWE Universal Champion...The American Nightmare: Cody Rhodes!"

You watched the screen in the guerilla with tears in your eyes. This was one of the most beautiful moments in WWE storytelling. A lot of stories have been written and not just for Cody but for everyone involved.

You couldn't imagine how Roman feels in this moment. He's successfully held the title for an incredible reign of 1,316 days. 3 years. That was already impressive on its own status.

After the pay per view went off air, Roman was desperately looking for you.

"Y/N!" You heard him call out for you. You immediately went to go look for him, needing to give him the most well deserved love he needed.

When Roman saw you, he immediately rushed into your arms, holding you tight.

"Hey baby...I saw" you started, "Are you okay?"

It took Roman a bit to respond, knowing the entire match was a lot to take in.

"Tonight was a moment..." His tone was soft "I've made a name for myself, including my in ring career..."

You listened to him, allowing him to state how he felt in this moment.

"What I'm trying to say is...I'm happy. Not because of my reign but because of what it meant for wrestling. For this company..."

You felt him shiver, you think he was caught up in his feelings.

"I love you so much, y/n... you truly have helped me with everything for the 3 years I've held that championship."

Roman looked into your eyes, small tears forming in his eyes. You smiled and gave him a soft kiss on his lips.

"I love you too, Roman. I'm happy I can be there for you..."

He smiled when he heard how you loved him.

"I know everything will change now...but you're still you, Roman. You've made an impact for WWE. You should be proud of yourself."

"Don't worry I am" He laughed, "Would you...like to get something to eat before we make it to our hotel room?"

You smiled, giving him another kiss "Sure. I think that'll make you feel better. We can get food and laugh about good times."

"Sounds like a plan"

The two of you kissed one more time before going to your dressing room, holding hands on the way there.

"I love you, y/n."

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Can i pretty please have Haku x Subaru's little sister! Reader?

Whereas it was very obvious Reader has a huge crush on Haku no matter how many times she non-chalantly deny it (like always tried to look good in front of him, secretly admiring him, fixing her posture whenever he was arouns

It would be kinda funny if she was from another house and always visit Hotarubi to "see her brother" when Subaru knows damn well why she's here

A/N: This one is so funny oh my god, I love this idea 🤭 I played around with the formatting a bit and added a couple scenarios that I thought of. I wanted to try something new and have fun with it, so I hope you enjoy anon! I think Haku would be a bit cautious when with Subaru’s little sister because he knows how Subaru doesn’t tell people how he feels until it’s the worst time. On the other hand he loves teasing her and hanging out when they’re alone hehe. This came out a little later than expected but I had my lovely friend read it over for me before making some final touches. See you next post 🫶

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✧༺☆Haku x !reader that’s Subaru’s little sister ☆༻∞

Divider credits: @only-ranpo

Genre: Fluff, headcanons (with scenarios mixed in ♥︎)

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♥︎You try to play it up so much that you don’t have a crush on Haku, but everyone that knows you can tell… especially Subaru, and Haku himself. They won’t call you out on it, but Subaru is quietly rooting for you while Haku just loves to tease you and seeing you fix yourself in the corner of his eye.

♥︎Subaru is not one to snitch on you, he’s the type to silently push you two together. You’ll never know it either because he’s good at concealing his intentions.

♥︎ “Oh um… while you’re here, do you mind grabbing me the tea packs in the kitchen?” He needs the tea packs, but he knows that Haku is still in Hotarubi. He doesn’t want to pry too much, but he wants to see you happy and hopefully you’ll make a move someday.

You make your way to grab the tea packs and after grabbing a small box of them you accidentally crash into someone when turning the corner. You weren’t sure who you just crashed into, but you panic and step back with speed “I’m so sorry!” You trip on your legs, but you get quickly caught by a dashing and handsome Haku. “Woah! Watch yourself, you almost fell. I wouldn’t want Subaru’s precious sister to get hurt.” He gives a worried smile and you feel yourself burning up. He pulls you upwards so that you’re steady on the ground, you realize that you two are really close.

You quickly regain yourself and back up to pick up the tea packets that you dropped, trying to hide your flushed face. “Well thank you for catching me, I was just on my way to deliver these to Subaru.” He kneels down to help you pick them up, once he collects a handful he hands them back to you and smirks. “I’ll walk you there, I need to give him papers anyways.” You look in his eyes and curse him for his flirty personality.

♥︎When you and Subaru went to have lunch together, you could see Haku walking in the door. You immediately turned towards Subaru and panicked ‘he didn’t tell me Haku was coming!’ You stood up hurriedly and excused yourself “Sorry! I need to use the washroom” and grabbed your bag to touch up in the bathroom. You weren’t particularly ready to see people since you thought it was only going to be you two…

♥︎Haku tends to forget that you’re not just Subaru’s little sister that “visits” him all the time. He knows that you’re your own person, and once he hangs out with you more he slowly realizes the fluttering feeling in his stomach when he talks to you. He finds you adorable when you try and look good in front of him, he knows how you feel about him and one day he’ll ask you on a real date. He needs to talk to Subaru first before he does anything with you, as much as he likes you he also respects your brother.

♥︎Oftentimes Haku will walk you home when it gets late, he tells you that it’s important to keep his captains little sister safe, but it’s really just to have alone time with you. At some point, it stops becoming a “walk home” and turns into having your own little adventures together. Haku is busy helping Subaru, so hanging out with you after nightfall is rewarding to him after a long day. He likes to buy food with you at the general shop and sit outside to look at the stars with you and talk. He can’t be gone too long though, because Subaru gets worried. Plus, last time he was too long Subaru was waiting by the front door and asked “so how was walking my little sister home.” With a smile that did not match the look in his eyes. Whoopsies.

♥︎Subaru 100% wants you to be happy, and will encourage you two to be together, but he will absolutely be a big brother when he needs to be. You’re still the same little kid that he grew up with, and he has to remind himself that you’re grown up. So when Haku comes to him to ask permission to ask you on a date, he’s a little hesitant.

♥︎Subaru needed your help to deliver important papers from the administration after classes. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, everyone else in Hotarubi is busy. I’ll buy you lunch sometime this week (^_^;)” you read his message back while heading over and couldn’t help but wanting to check on Haku while you were visiting. He’s been busy recently and you haven’t had the chance to hang out with him this week. Usually he’d message you, but it’s been radio silent for days now and you’re starting to get worried that you did something.

You stepped inside Hotarubi and dropped off Subaru’s papers, afterwards you looked around the place for signs of Haru. You didn’t want to ask anyone where he was because then it would be obvious that you like him! (Even though practically everyone already knows). You packed your stuff with a defeated sigh, ready to head back to your own house until someone picked up your umbrella and held it up for you.

“I wouldn’t let you walk home alone when it’s dark like this.” You look up beside you and see his sly smile. You were caught by surprise and tried to fix how you look for a moment. “Haku! I didn’t think you’d be here, Subaru said everyone was busy today.” As if you didn’t look around for him for half an hour.

“Well… I need a break so I might as well, you’re gonna need to get close if you don’t want to get soaked by the rain.” He pointed out the distance you put between yourselves. “Oh.. right” you inched closer to him to the point where you two were touching shoulders which felt intimate in the atmosphere of the Hotarubi house. Both of you stepped outside and began to walk home, being hit with the smell of lavender and clouds of mist.

“By the way, sorry for not messaging you recently. I’ll make up for it if you want me to, maybe taking you wherever you want to next Monday? It’s a bit hectic in the house recently.” Your heart skipped a beat at his proposition, and you slowly turned your head towards him with your jaw dropped. He meant hanging out right? With extreme caution, you replied back “I don’t mind, that sounds nice”

It seems like your walk was too short for your liking, because you two stopped at your front door and he handed your umbrella back to you. Before he said anything, he kissed your cheek sweetly and declared “Let’s make it a date.” You were left on the staircase of Clementia wondering what just happened. You were holding your cheek with a deep flush washing over you and stared at his back while he walked away. Did he really just ask you out on a date?

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