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Can you do Cold bf jeno who only acts close to his gf please🙏
ofc i can!!! thank you for your request🤍🤍
im sorry but nerd jeno...thoughts in my mind right now- ANYWAY
Cold boyfriend Jeno who only acts close to his girlfriend.
𐐪ɞJeno always shows his more playful and childish side when he’s with you. His more competitive side comes out when you play video games together or walk around the park.
A quiet, small park. You were sitting on a bench with Jeno. You closed your eyes for a moment as the light breeze caressed your skin.
"I missed days like these. It's so peaceful here."
"Yeah, it's nice to just relax sometimes."
A brief silence fell between you. You felt Jeno’s eyes on you and turned to him. He was looking at you with a playful grin. You asked with suspicion.
"What are you thinking about?"
"What? I’m not thinking about anything."
Before you could even speak, Jeno quickly got up from the bench and grabbed your wrist, pulling you off as well.
"Jeno, what are you doing?" Jeno just smiled at you.
"Race you to that tree over there! Loser buys ice cream!"
Without giving you a chance to object, Jeno started sprinting toward a large oak tree. You taken by surprise, laughs and starts running after him.
"Hey! That's not fair, you got a head start!"
Jeno turning his head back with a playful smile. "You snooze, you lose!"
You speed up and tried to catch up with him. Just as you about to pass him, Jeno playfully swerved in front of you, blocked your path.
"No cheating, Jeno!"
Jeno laughed but let you pass, slowed down on purpose. You reached the tree first, breathless but victorious.
"Ha! I won! You owe me ice cream now."
"Alright, alright. A deal's a deal. But only because you’re cute when you’re competitive."
You got embarrassed, playfully shoving his shoulder. Jeno smiled, his usual cold demeanor melted away as he watched your happy expression.
"Come on, let’s go get that ice cream. I know a place nearby."
𐐪ɞJeno deals with you in a softer and more caring way when you're feeling down or having a hard day. Although he's not usually good with words, he'll do his best to comfort you; he'll stroke your hair, hug you tightly, and let you express yourself.
It’s a rainy evening, and the sound of raindrops tapping against the window fills the room. You were sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV that’s playing softly in the background. Seem lost in thought, your eyes were tired and your were posture slumped. Jeno entered the room, noticed your quiet demeanor. His usual calm expression softened with concern.
"Hey, you okay?"
You didn’t respond immediately. You've been feeling overwhelmed lately but didn’t talked about it. You forced a small smile.
"Yeah, I’m fine… just tired, I guess." Jeno isn’t convinced. He knows you too well to believe that. He walked over, sit beside you, and without a word, he wraped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him.
"You don’t have to pretend with me, you know."
You sighed deeply, leaned your head on his shoulder, your eyes started to well up.
"It’s just…Everything feels so overwhelming lately. I don’t even know where to start."
Jeno held you closer, his thumb gently strokes your arm in a comforting motion. He doesn’t rush you to speak; he just let you take your time.
"You don’t have to go through it alone. I’m here, okay? Always."
There’s a moment of silence as you take in his words. You felt a tear escape and fall onto his shirt. Quickly tried to wipe it away, embarrassed.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to cry all over you."
Jeno gave you a small smile, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding.
"I don’t mind. If crying helps, then cry as much as you need. I’ve got you."
He shifted slightly, pulled you into a more secure embrace, rested his chin on top of your head. You closed your eyes, felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For the first time in days, you felt a sense of calm.
"Thank you, Jeno."
Jeno pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his voice a quiet whisper.
"I love you."
𐐪ɞJeno prefers to give you special and meaningful gifts instead of ordinary ones. For example, he will make a playlist of your favorite songs and write a note next to it saying what that song reminds him of.
“Check your email.”
Curious, you opened your laptop and clicked on your inbox. There was a new email from Jeno with the subject line “For You.” you smiled softly, tiredness momentarily forgotten. You opened the email and found a link to a playlist. Underneath the link, there was a short note from Jeno.
'I made this playlist for you. Each song reminds me of a moment with you or something about you that I love. I hope it makes you smile.'
-Jeno
Your heart fluttered. Clicked on the playlist link, and as the first song begins to play, you noticed a few more lines in the email, descriptions from Jeno about why he chose each song.
Jeno’s Descriptions:
“Song 1: This song makes me think of that time we got caught in the rain. I remember how you laughed and danced, even though we were soaked.”
“Song 2: The lyrics here remind me of how strong you are, even when things get tough. You always find a way to smile, and that’s something I admire.”
“Song 3: This one just makes me think of you. I can’t explain why, but it feels like you in a melody.”
𐐪ɞJeno loves spending quiet moments together. Value moments like reading a book, listening to music, or just sitting together and thinking. Jeno doesn't find this silence disturbing, on the contrary, he finds peace in your presence and feels at home next to you.
𐐪ɞHe is very distant towards other women. He always keeps this distance to show his loyalty to you. Other people may misunderstand this attitude sometimes, but for Jeno, the only thing that matters is that his girlfriend feels special.
"Hey, Jeno. Have you seen that new movie that just came out? It definitely sounds like your thing, maybe we could go together?"
Jeno’s expression doesn’t change, it was cold and distant. His eyes flicker to you for a moment. In response to her offer, he responded politely but briefly, “No. Thanks.”
But the girl didn't give up and approached Jeno and lightly touched his shoulder.
"Ah you sure? I think you should watch it, maybe this weekend I..."
He immediately broke contact by pulling his shoulder back. His tone was serious and cold. “I said no, thank you.”
He quickly grabbed your hand and didn’t let go for the rest of the day, giving you his full attention and doing everything he could to not let the incident affect you.
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marriage hcs with mithrun and kabru? im a huge sucker for domestic stuff lol
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Dungeon Meshi Spoilers ‼️❗️
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♡︎ Mithrun ♡︎
Mithrun’s proposal isn’t big. He just slips the ring on your finger and tells you it’s happening.
He wouldn’t care what the wedding is like, just tell him where to be and when. Though if you insist on his opinion he’ll tell you that something simple would be most comfortable.
I wonder if there’s like a formal outfit for the Canaries… Or elven wedding garbs. Idk!
If you have a reception and you force him to dance, then you get to see Mithrun’s nobility training in effect! He can waltz!
He ends up throwing the bouquet because reasons but he just straight up launches it into Pattadol’s face.
Anyway, onto home life. Mithrun actually cleans a lot, just out of habit. So you don’t have a messy husband, yay!
But he doesn’t care much about decorating his surroundings. You’re the one who fixes up the house how you like it.
He teleports around the house but he’s very careful to always know where you are. He often sneaks up on you, not on purpose at first. After a while he starts sneaking up on you because your reactions are funny.
Every good couple finds ways to torment each other. It keeps the romance alive.
Mithrun puts his cold fingers and feet on you in bed. He does it with a straight face but you see the evil intent in his eye…
You reorganize on a regular basis, and sometimes move all the furniture two inches to the left. You do this when he’s gone and honestly he doesn’t notice until he starts running into things without explanation.
Mithrun is a very touchy person with you. And only with you. Nobody else.
He wraps his arms around you from behind a lot. He kisses your neck. He buries his face in your hair. And he’ll do it anywhere, this man does not care who sees.
People new to Melini hear about the fearsome, dangerous, cold Captain of the Canaries. And when they hear he has a spouse they’re like ??oh??
Then they see him cuddling you. His face is blank but he’s holding you tight, closing his eyes as he rests his head on yours. And they wonder if this is the fearsome guy they heard about.
Marriage looks good on Mithrun. He never thought he’d get married, ever. But he craves your company, he wants you around all the time, he wants every inch of your attention. Your affectionate smiles should be only for him. And he has no problem telling you that you’re his and your attention should be on him.
I mean, you’re one of the few desires he has. He’s going to soak up every bit of you, inject you in his bloodstream, graft you into the fabric of his soul. He’s not going to say that, but it’s true.
My guilty pleasure is making Mithrun into an obsessive partner, but that’s honestly just my headcanon/preference and not something I would insist is canon to his character.
Obsessive as in following you around like a lost puppy, always finding some way to touch you, overwhelming attraction, getting a bit irritable when you’re away, being very possessive, etc. But then again, that’s just my preference talking.
At night, he holds you like he thinks you’re about to disappear.
You cast sleep spells to help him rest at night or else he’ll be awake for hours and hours until his body gives out.
Mithrun likes being the little spoon, even if you’re smaller than him. But he also likes being the big spoon sometimes. #switch
You think cooking together will be sweet and fun, right? Wrong. It’s horrible. The first time you try to cook together you just keep bumping into each other, getting in the way, picking up things and setting them down somewhere and forgetting where that was. It gets a bit tense.
You don’t cook together again.
Mithrun actually likes cooking and will probably want to take turns making the food. Except his food is crap at first. Total shit. He’ll learn.
When Mithrun is irritated or mad at you gives you the silent treatment. He’s grumpy. He’ll mutter under his breath a little. Just love on him until he softens up. Wrap your arms around him from behind and harass him a bit.
Speaking of harassment, Mithrun does that all the time. You’ve got some paperwork or whatever that you’re working on? Well he wants your attention. Right now. And he’s going to get it.
You just see him walk into the room with that look in his eye, his pupils focused, his mouth set in a line. And you groan because you know he’s about to do everything in his power to distract you.
That means flopping down like a rag doll in your lap. Or kissing your neck, biting a bit. His hands are going places. He won’t outright say he wants attention, but it’s clear he wants it.
Then the moment you actually give him attention, he gets up and wanders away.
He steals the blankets at night, but fortunately does not spread out much.
I feel like Mithrun would have a bunch of weird hobbies. He’s just throwing stuff at the wall and seeing what sticks. There’s pottery, of course. But that’s kind of messy. He makes really dumb bowls too. Idk, they’re just dumb looking bowls.
He takes up gardening. But one time he didn’t realize he was getting too hot and he kinda collapsed face first into the squash patch. He tasted dirt that day. It was fine.
He tried knitting! He makes a horrible little stuffed pig and sends it to Milsiril. She doesn’t respond with a thank you letter or anything. She hides it in a box in her attic so she doesn’t have to look at it.
Mithrun isn’t concerned with being good at these things, he’s just doing them to do them. King behavior
I think you’d both eventually adopt a pet. And by adopt I mean Mithrun found this dog digging through the trash and brought it home.
You share each other’s clothes a lot. It doesn’t matter how small or big you are, Mithrun is pulling on your sweater and drowning in the scent of you. He also likes seeing you in his clothes! I imagine he wears tall-man clothes half the time tbh, idk I just like Mithrun in baggy flowy tunics that are rolled up at the arms… But elf clothes physically fit him better because he’s so smol.
Generally, your life is peaceful. You might go with him on monster surveys, or help at the noodle shop. You’re a team, you move in sync with each other, able to tell what the other is thinking just from a look.
Often around other people, you and Mithrun silently communicate through passing glances.
He never takes his ring off. Never. He gets grumpy if you take yours off.
Mithrun’s brother likes to visit. I headcanon that his brother has a family by now (UNCLE MITHRUN!!!) and they all love you. (One night he’s putting his niece or nephew to bed and they’re like ‘uncle Mithrun, the hat man doesn’t like you’ and he’s like ..okay. Thank you for letting me know.)
You two have a routine! Mithrun lives by routine anyway, so you quickly follow and do your daily things. It’s not boring though because you’re happy to be doing them together.
Life is calm and he’s content. It’s so much more than he ever thought he’d get. He’s going to savor every second.
♡︎ Kabru ♡︎
Kabru’s proposal is simple and intimate, but he makes sure to do things right. He tells you to meet him at a certain spot and that you’re ’going shopping’ for something. But lol no he’s proposing
Except of course something goes terribly wrong and Kabru is left a stressed out mess and wants to redo the whole thing. But tough luck buddy, you’ve already accepted. He sighs and furrows his brows and smiles, giving you that look that tells the world just how he feels. It’s soft and adoring and so in love.
Kabru is involved in the wedding planning for every step of the way. He’s almost a bit controlling with it.
He knows so many people that the guest list quickly reaches the hundreds.
Eventually Kabru gives up and you two plan to have something small and private instead. Which is a relief, because with something private he won’t feel the need to mask himself the entire time, to play the part.
He’s so! Excited! To see you in your wedding clothes!
He’s actually a bit gushy about it. Like he’s trying to hide his excitement. He puts his hand over his mouth to hide his smile, but his eyes are wide and he’s all riled up.
At the reception you honestly just sit in the corner together and whisper all night. For once he doesn’t intend on using this opportunity to gain information or insight.
Onto home life! Maybe for a tiny bit, you two live in his little room? Just until you get a house.
His landlord teases constantly.
Once you do get a place to stay, he actually doesn’t care about decorating all that much. He’s got stuff though, books and notebooks and random things he’s gathered over the years.
Kabru is a mess. He isn’t gross, but he’s unorganized and kinda just tosses his clothes on the floor. He leaves drawers open, and cabinets open.
He sleeps spread out, limbs everywhere. He drools sometimes. He makes you promise to not tell anyone that ever.
Kabru doesn’t cook. He’ll attempt it for you, though. He’ll try a lot of new things for you. He tries to eat more, to sleep more, and actually take care of himself. He knows you’d like that.
Kabru is pretty social. He keeps you up to date on every little endeavor he has going on. You have a routine of going to this restaurant or tavern frequently and he’ll lean in close to you and whisper about the people.
That guy over there? He’s got some information on this. Kabru’s going to buy him a drink.
This isn’t as effective as it was before Melini became a nation, though, when he was just an adventurer on the island. Because now Kabru is the King’s advisor and people are a little intimidated by him.
This frustrates him. When you get home and sit on the couch, he’ll lay his head in your lap or wrap his arms around your waist and complain. He likes being the advisor, but he doesn’t like how people think he’s intimidating and royal or important.
You visit Kabru at the castle often! Hell, maybe you even live in the castle with him! Idk how that works.
He has a lot of stuffy meetings with diplomats and important people, and you’ll often be on his arm. Galas, parties, dinners. It’s kind of exhausting. But Kabru loves every minute of it. He’s got you next to him, and he’s got the Kahka Brud diplomat tipsy enough to openly discuss the Queen’s affair with a servant. It’s so great.
You also share a lot of knowing looks with Kabru. When Laois does something Laois-y, you just look at each other.
Kabru isn’t much for PDA, he cares about who’s watching and what they think. He’s actually a little paranoid that people might find a way to use you against him. So he’s constantly planting these little ideas in people’s heads, about what might happen if anyone messed with you… It’s more subtle than I’m able to exemplify but you get the point.
Your husband has a room dedicated to his thoughts. His sherlock holmes mind palace.
It’s actually just a dark room where he puts pictures of people on the walls and connects them all with red yarn. You walk in with a lamp and he just flinches and squints at the light. Little freak.
He will talk your ear off, explaining each and every thought he has in his little web. Actually, doing that helps him sort things out and come to realizations!
He likes sitting on the floor with you in his lap, his arms around your waist. Idk he’s just the kind of guy to sit on the floor and stare at the wall in deep thought.
Kabru doesn’t really get mad at you. He gets very concerned if you do something reckless and might look a bit frustrated on the outside, but he generally keeps his cool and speaks respectfully.
He can be a bit snarky though.
Different from most couples, you don’t terrorize each other that much. You might terrorize him, but he doesn’t do that. Kabru doesn’t do pranks or cute little revenge things. Kabru’s idea of terrorizing someone is slowly gaslighting them into insanity over the years. He won’t do that to you, obviously.
He never takes his ring off! He’s hurt if you take yours off.
He dances a lot with you when you’re alone. He’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and sway a little. He’ll grab your hand and your hip and spin you around the kitchen. There’s no music, he doesn’t need it. He just wants to see you laugh.
If you make horrible crappy food he’ll still eat it. He hesitates to tell you it’s bad. It’s only when you insist on his opinion that he’ll admit it’s shit. (But he does so nicely)
Wear his clothes. Please. Please wear his clothes, it drives him crazy. You’ll be the death of him.
Y’all are weird, you match each others freaks. He adores your quirks and hobbies and is genuinely interested in learning about everything.
Seriously. He wants to know everything. Every thought that passes through your pretty head, every inch of you, every beat of your heart. He explores your body a lot. He worships you.
Kabru never thought he’d get married, actually. Not that he was opposed to the idea, he just wasn’t considering it until he met you. He’s extremely loyal, though, and you’re stuck with him forever. He reminds you of that often.
He keeps a mental list of people who have flirted with you or checked you out. He has his eye on them.
Kabru likes being the little spoon!
He likes bathing with you, washing your hair. It’s just intimate for him.
Your evenings are spent talking about everything and nothing. And he’s not digging for info, he’s just enjoying himself.
He likes to watch you sleep sometimes. Don’t ask why, just let him do his thing.
Milsiril visits often. She’s a relatively chill mother in law, if not a bit clingy. But she won’t just cling to Kabru, she’ll cling to you too (after you prove your worth)
Milsiril unfortunately shows up without warning sometimes, and her timing is horrible. It’s usually when you and Kabru are kissing and your hands are everywhere and you’re being gently laid on the bed and—
Oh there’s elf mom.
He gets embarrassed with her. She tells a lot of stories she thinks are cute. Kabru does not think they’re cute.
Once she leaves there’s a huge sigh of relief.
Kabru speaks other languages to you sometimes, but he refuses to tell you what he’s said.
Life with Kabru is interesting! You’re always busy. You’ve always got something going on. But it’s those moments when you’re in bed together, when your limbs are tangled in the dark, that he treasures the most.
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my english love affair
cw: MDNI+18, f!reader, strangers to lovers, soulmates au, fluff, smut, maybe slight angst? depends on how you see it lol, fingering (f), penetration, soft dirty talk, a lot (like a lot) of kissing and sharing long gazes, whipped lando again bc im obsessed sorry.
now playing: english love affair by 5sos, let me by zayn.
notes: omg this took so long 😭 i'm not really confident abt my smut, i feel like i'm writing fluff way better but i hope you like it!! i might write a part 2, let me know if you like this one! enjoy🤍
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“when the lights go out, she's all i ever think, i can't forget my english love affair, today i'm seven thousand miles away”
the thought of finally going back to his f1 driver life fills lando with excitement. sure, lando loves england — it's his home, after all. but nothing can compare to the rush he feels when he's in an f1 car, traveling all around the world and meeting his fans.
for his last night town, lando's friends convinced him to hit the club. normally, he prefers staying in to rest before the start of the season but a little fun doesn't hurts, right? he won't have much time to do it during the grand prix.
despite his fame, lando still gets surprised when someone recognizes him, especially at the club. he knows he's known for his looks, and he's aware of the attention from admirers, but it still catches him off guard in real life. sometimes, the attention can be overwhelming, especially when he just wants to have a good time with his friends and ends up with some overly clingy girls.
lando decides to excuse himself, seeking some fresh air. the pressure of the coming season is getting to him, and the situation doesn't help. he finds a quiet spot with a few people smoking and making out, leans against the wall, and closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a relieved sigh.
suddenly, a voice startles him from his thoughts, "did your friends force you to come here too?" his head jerks towards you, and you're standing beside him, out of nowhere. he takes time to answer, surprised by your unexpected presence. after realizing that he left you without any response, he clears his throat, a bit confused, "nah, just needed some fresh air" he mumbles, a small smile forming on his lips. you chuckle slightly, and comment "not surprised, having so many girls fawning over you must be exhausting", there's a small hint of tease in your voice that makes lando's smile grows.
finally, as he turns to study your features under the soft glow of the night lights, lando finds himself entranced by your captivating beauty, the grace of your features leaving an indelible impression on him. he can't help but get lost in your eyes shining in the dim illumination, making it difficult for him to look away. it takes him a good minute to quickly look away, thanking the night for hiding his rosé cheeks.
he gazes at the sky, trying to think of something to say that doesn't sound awkward — and also trying to get his shit together. he suddenly feels the need to make a good impression. "i mean, it's not that i don't appreciate the attention, but wow, they can be quite persistent."
his hands find their way into the pockets of his jacket, and his eyes avoid meeting yours, fearing he might get lost in them again. "yeah, i know. they're my friends," you say with a small chuckle, not because he's making fun of them, but more because of the use of the term 'friends.'
lando's eyes widen, and he turns to you, 'i'm sorry, i didn't mean to-' but he stops himself, looking down, feeling too embarrassed to find the right words. you laugh softly and move closer to him, your shoulders brushing and lando can feel his body tense up due to the closeness.
"hey, it's okay. i don't really consider them my friends, anyway," you say nonchalantly and lando lets out a sigh of relief, a smile slowly spreading on his face. "wow, that's nice for them", you both laugh and lando doesn't miss the way you subtly lean into him, your shoulders finally touching. he turns his head away from you, clearing his throat once more, trying to control the warmth spreading through his body.
"hey", you suddenly call out after a minute of tranquil silence and lando dares to meet your gaze, instantly regretting when he's captivated by your radiant eyes. he finds himself unable to look away and you both share an intense, unspoken connection, as if you've known each other for years. everything feels perfectly right at this moment.
"wanna get out of here?" you finally suggest, your words barely more than a whisper, your focus entirely on lando's mesmerizing eyes. you take his hand, both fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces and you let him drag you in the dark streets.
after a walk filled with stolen gaze and silly conversations, you found yourself on lando's couch, engrossed in his f1 souvenirs and you have never felt so much passion, feeling your heart soften every time your see that sparkles in his eyes. lando never thought that his night will end up like this. sure, he might ended up with a girl from the club like he usually do, but this time was different. he never really experienced this; having sweet and innocent conversations with a stranger from a club. the atmosphere is tranquil yet there's a subtle tension in the air.
lando couldn't help but be his flirty self, playfully teasing you from time to time. however, your responses makes him somewhat nervous — it's a new sensation to him, having a girl making him feel this way. perhaps it's the way you gazes at him with patience and attention, your lovely smile that you share generously with him or how closely you listen to his random f1 stories. lando and you end up scrolling through photos in his phone, with him recounting the stories behind each one. he couldn't help but feel his heart melt your reactions; your smiles, your laughs, and your curiosity as you ask for more details and share your own anecdotes.
a soothing silence descended, and the two of you sit beside each other, thighs and shoulders lightly touching. lando struggles to contain the fluttering feeling in his stomach when you turn to look at him. he dares to meet your gaze, trying to focus on your eyes rather than your enticing lips. lost in each other eyes, you can't tear your gazes away. a brand new emotion envelops both of you, one that's strangely familiar yet undeniably unique, as though destiny has brought you together in this very moment and lando can't help but wonder if soulmates might actually exist.
you finally speak, after what feels like an eternity, in a soft voice, "you can kiss me, lando", you whisper like it's a secret. lando stomach tighten and he don't even take the time to answer, gently placing his hand on your cheek to pull you for a shy kiss. your lips discover each other, timidly and your hands instinctively slides around his neck to pull him closer.
you can't seem to get enough of each other, savoring every moment as you explore each other's mouths. lando's hand venture on your hips, and the chill of his touch sends shivers down your spine, as you suppress a soft moan in your throat. the kiss grows more intense, both of you yearning for more. without the need for words, you share an unspoken understanding of each other's needs, as if you've been intimately connected for ages. out of breath, you both finally pull away, foreheads touching, sharing a playful gaze, giggling and blushing like teenagers experiencing their very first kiss.
after one last sweet peck on the lips, lando takes your hand and stands, guiding you towards the bedroom, careful not to stumble due to both your impatience and the lingering dizziness of that passionate kiss.
not wasting time, he gently guides you onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you. he can't resist the urge to pause and admire you, your eyes shimmering in the soft glow of the dim lights. before he gets lost in that gaze, his eyes roam to study every detail of your face, causing you to blush and squirm beneath him. your arms tighten around his neck, and you chuckle, bringing lando back to the present. "like what you see?" you whisper, stealing a smile from him as he draws closer, his lips teasingly brushing against yours. "oh, absolutely," he murmurs before capturing your lips in a kiss. this time, it feels different; electrifying.
lando's hands slips, beneath your dress, and this time a whimper escapes your lips, making lando smirk through the kiss. his hands dares to explore the skin of your thighs, creating an unusual feeling in your stomach — and making your pussy slightly throb. your fingers finds their way into his curls, gripping onto them as the kiss becomes messier; your tongues dancing together.
"just take it off already" you huff and puff, seeing lando struggling and he lets out a chuckle "damn, someone is impatient", he says, teasing you, before finally taking your dress off. his eyes travel your body, and you've never felt so vulnerable, your cheeks burning. lando let out an unwanted groan, completely loving the view and he stares a bit too long until you pull him for another kiss to put him out of his thoughts. he takes a moment to kiss you back and it's your turn to slide your hands beneath his shirt, playing with the lines of his abdomen, making him moan softly against your lips.
after a good minute of kissing and touching, you finally take off his shirt and his pants, on the way, leaving you both in your underwear. lando leaves kisses along your jawline, going down to your chest, his hand sliding in your back to unbutton your bra and the way your boobs bounce out of it makes lando groan, feeling his erection grows. your grip on his hair gets tighter as you watch him play with your nipples, flicking it and licking it and the view drives you crazy.
you moan his name softly, pulling on his hair to make him look at you and you share a long stare, full of lust, both craving for more. you pull him for a sloppy kiss, trying to show how impatient you are and lando gets the message, pulling down your panties and getting rid of his boxers.
lando's mouth leaves yours and is replaced by his fingers, stealing a whimper from you. your eyes meets his as you suck on his fingers and, if they could, his eyes would burn holes into yours. lando found himself getting more and more impatient, the way you suck on his fingers with that irresistible look making it harder for him to contain it.
pulling out his fingers out of your mouth and without leaving your eyes for a second, his two fingers found your hole, slipping gently in it and you throw instinctively your head backwards, a moan escaping your mouth. lando take a good look at you in that position before taking the opportunity to leave kisses on your exposed neck, fighting the urge to suck on it to not leave marks, not wanting to overstep your boundaries.
"feeling okay?" he whispers softly, his breath hitting your skin, making it difficult for you to fight the whimpers escaping your mouth. lando takes a minute to look at you, to make sure that you don't feel any pain or discomfort.
"mmh'yes, you can move, please oh my god" you desperately says and lando can't help but pull you for another messy kiss. his fingers start moving in you, stretching your walls and you become a moaning mess, your eyes closing and lando takes advantage of it to admire you, his moves getting faster and faster.
"are you close, princess?" he murmurs close to your lips, feeling your body trembling and hearing the way your moans gets louder. you can only shake your head; feeling the bottom of your stomach getting warmer and the nickame almost make you choke on your moans. lando slows down to make scissors movements, his thumb rubbing your clit to help you reach your climax. he can't take off his eyes of you, inspecting every aspect of your face; the way your face crunches and your mouth is slightly open to let multiple sounds out of it. he could almost come just by this sight, his own crotch getting bigger.
with a loud and long moan, you finally climax, arching your back and lando plant soft pecks on your neck, whispering sweet words to you and telling you how good you're doing. breathless, you absently stroke his hair and close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the beat of your heart but lando makes it hard; his hands traveling your body and his lips attached to the skin of your neck.
the sudden emptiness when lando pulls out his fingers make you whimper and he lift his head to meet your gaze — he lost count of how many times he got lost in your eyes tonight. your hand make its way to his cock and the sudden touch makes lando slightly startle, a groan leaving his mouth. before you start stroking it, his hand comes to stop you immediately and you look at him, confused and with a hint of worry; silently asking him if you did something wrong.
"wanna fuck you now or i might go crazy", he says, almost whimpering and you slightly laugh, pulling his face closer to yours. "someone is impatient huh", you tease, a small smirk forming on your lips and he can't help but mirror that smirk. "how can i not when you look at me like that?" he takes your bottom lip between his teeth before kissing you again, his body getting closer and his cock brushing on your pussy makes you both moan through the kiss. you take his dick, once again, in your hand to guide it through your hole this time. and slowly, he penetrates you, a long groan escaping his lips at how tight you feel around him and you break the kiss to moan loudly.
"so fucking tight, baby, just for me", he mumbles close to your lips and you can't even answer, too overwhelmed by the way he's filling you — and his dirty words. when you finally adjust, he doesn't waste any minutes and start moving. you both moan in unison, holding into each other like your life depends on it. he watches you go crazy over his cock; the way your eyes gets watery, the way you hold into the sheets — your other hand too busy pulling his hair —, the way you can't control the continuous moans, his name slipping out of your mouth from time to time and encouraging him to go deeper into you. and he does go deeper, slowing down the pace to thrust into you as deep as he can, reaching your sensitive spot.
"right here? like that, baby?" he moans, feeling you tightening around him. his voice makes it harder for you to hold your growing orgasm. your hand leaves the sheets to hold onto his shoulder, your nails crawling into his skin. lando suddenly feels the urge to look at you in the eyes — maybe because his orgasm is getting close too. his hand finds a way to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it gently "look at me, angel", he says in a husky voice that could make you come at any moment. struggling to keep your eyes open, you try your best to hold his gaze, the way he's looking at you making you insane.
his thrusts gets faster and you can't control the sounds escaping from your mouth anymore. you look away for a moment, too overwhelmed and lando's hand travels to your face, cupping it gently to keep it straight "eyes on me, love". you obey, meeting his gaze and it's all too much for you.
you don't even have to use words for lando to understand that you're getting close, the way your eyes gets watery and your body shakes is enough. with his hand going back to your throat, lando accompany you into your orgasm, enjoying the way you scream his name and you manage to hold his gaze. his own orgasm comes a few minutes after yours and he makes sure to pull out before ejaculating, his groans echoing in the room. he immediately falls besides you and you both just stay like this: his leg over yours, your hand still in his hair as you try to catch your breath. lando uses his last drops of strength to grab a tissue from the nightstand and clean his fresh cum on your stomach.
he pulls you close again, linking your legs together and letting you play with his hair. the silence is so peaceful; the warm of your bodies making you both relax immediately. a smile unconsciously forms on lando's lips at the sight of your tired face, your eyes shining in the almost dark atmosphere of the night. you look back at him, smiling back and giggling, making lando raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"what's so funny?" he says, fighting the smile growing on his lips. "i just slept with the lando norris", you tease and lando groans, hiding his face in his arm. "i knew you were a fan!" he replies playfully, playing along. you laugh in sync and lando's heart feels at peace; all the worries about the incoming season completely forgotten. your hand gently plays with his curls as you absently stare at the ceiling, an unbeatable smile on your face.
lando, on the other side, can't take his eyes off you, watching you slowly fall asleep and enjoying your fingers in his hair. and just before you completely close your eyes, you turn to him, offering him a last kiss; so tender and passionate that your hearts both might burst out of your chests. pulling out, lando watches you fall asleep, not fighting the smile on his face anymore.
he usually struggles to sleep before an important day but this time, his mind is only filled with you and this night spent by your side. and just like that, it's lando's turn to meet the sandman.
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with a groan, lando struggles to reach and silence the blaring alarm. the morning sunlight aggressively shines through the curtain, making him shield his face with his arm, staying in half asleep state for a minute as he gradually gets out of it.
then it suddenly hits him; you're no longer beside him.
lando suddenly starts to panic, jolting him into full wakefulness. he springs out of the bed and desperately search for any signs of you in every room of his apartment but you're nowhere to be found. he mutters curses under his breath, passing a hand to his messy hair — the thought of you messing his hair last night making him even more frustrated. defeated, he returns to the bedroom, his gaze falling on the tousled sheets where everything happened. as lando realizes that he didn't even ask for your name, frustration festered within him, causing him to clench his hair.
however, amidst his self reproach, a small piece of paper on the nightstand catch his attention, and he immediately rushes to it.
"we will meet again, i promise. you're going to kill it, lovely boy. y/n, x"
lando can't even fight the smile creeping on his lips, his heart softening — it was beating way too fast just by the thought of not even knowing your name. he sinks back onto the bed, your smell immediately hitting him and making him even happier. he reads those few words repeatedly and his hands falls onto his chest, holding the paper close to his heart as he whispers your name again and again, savoring its melodious sound. lando can't help but tell himself that soulmates might exist.
"i am going to kill it,", lando murmured to himself, a foolish grin etching on his face.
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i think some skin to skin with cowgirl abby could and would fix me :P
❝ IM IN LOVE WITH YOU ❞ ✶ ABBY ANDERSON!
an. nonnie, thank you for the request. it's more angst than i planned so i hope that's okay! i also wanna credit the cuntress queen @astralnymphh for this concept. so, so good. y'all need to check it out asap.
Since she could feel it, from very early on, she’s liked women and never enjoyed the company of men other than to have an occasional beer with. Most of the girls around her worried about settling down, finding a perfect man, one who is respectable, stable, loving. Pleasing the wishes of their parents who are ever so demanding with a downpour of insured judgements.
It’s all left to be found here, the bellows from a man and a woman living unhappily together, telling others how to live their life. Yet, Abby from a young age yearns for someone else, the piece she believes is missin’.
The sought after, happily ever after.
Not a soul she had met for her bill so she keeps her head down. Late night escapades are tight lipped, hidden from spectator’s eyes, ones they would throw slurs her way without a second thought if they knew. Just like they had when she hadn’t kept it a secret.
Sometimes, it burns. Other times when she was buried in between a woman’s thighs as they cried for mercy in her ear, it didn’t.
Underneath the midnight sky, her fingertips dance on the white wood — the one she shouldn’t be stepping her boots back on.
Despite how she tells herself, this will be the last time, it never really is. It’s a quiet night in the small town tucked away in a small town in South Texas, the stars shine bright in the countryside, moonlight shining brighter than it has all month long.
Abby steps up to your front porch, the pearly white picket fence, the home your dad built with his two bare hands and a dream. When she’s met with your shining smile, the doubt is evident, barely visible but it’s there.
Is this what you want? Or were you just too kind of a woman to say no?
Nothing is said between the two of you as you pull her into your home, a senseless wonder swirls in your eyes, getting lost in impenetrable blues. Maybe, it’s what pulls you in and keeps you there like the failed dreams in a dying town. Perhaps it’s when you dream of the sound of her voice at night when she decides not to come, leaving you alone to think of not a single thing but her.
Once the door closes, it’s just the two of you. Abby’s musk is overwhelming, she tends to be, but you seem to welcome it with open arms. There's a pot roast you made for her, devouring it silently at the round dining room table, her muscular thigh touching yours, reminding you of the feelings which never seem to wither.
Her brown, weathered stetson hat sits on the empty chair, her fingertips picking at the frayed edge, the nagging thought in her brain shouts at her to say something, anything, but you beat her to it.
“You don’t have to stay, Abby. You’ve got an early morning, so do I.” You pick up the emptied plates, washing them at the sink when you feel strong, protective, arms wrap around your waist, her chin resting against your shoulder.
“Why are you putting words in my mouth, darling?” Pink lips decorate deliberate kisses along the side of your neck, “I’m right where I wanna be. M’here with you, not going anywhere.”
With her pointer finger, she tilts your head to her, dominant lips catching hers, Abby’s hold keeping you in place as she reminds you of what it feels like to be held by the person you call home. The quivering feeling shoots a shiver up your spine, her hands don’t stop moving as they caress your body.
“C’mon now, you need some sleep.” Her southern drawl is strong as ever as she leads you up the stairs into your bedroom. “S’late, can’t have you not gettin’ sleep because of little ‘ole me.”
You know what she wants and you know you’ll do it too.
Anything for her. Right?
A freshly showered Abby emerges as naked as the day she was born. Porcelain skin tanned by the radiance of the sun from a hard day’s work, a constellation of freckles cover her body. There’s an abundance collecting at her shoulders, across her collarbones as they dust her strong nose and spread across perfectly sculpted cheeks.
The time you have with each other is few and far in between, occupied by the responsibilities of managing a ranch with her father commands most of the hours of the day, keeping her effectively away from you.
Plus, the feeling swarming in her heart she refuses to see yet she’s here a few times a week, wanting this. If Abby wants more, she’s good at hiding it, but the thought alone is dangerous. You can allow yourself to want more, not when she gives you nothing in return.
“Are you gonna come over here, gorgeous?” She slides in between your legs, some of her weight soothingly collapses onto you. “Patience darling, m’right here, not going anywhere.”
With a sigh of content, she grabs you by the waist as she pulls you on top of her with ease. Abby’s golden waves kiss your face as she hides her face in the crook of her neck. Meticulously, the blunt of her fingertips draw patterns on your skin, playing with the hem on your lace undergarment, the only piece of clothing left in your body.
“You will go somewhere. In the morning, you’ll leave without saying goodbye. Jus’ like you do after every night.” Abby tightens her hold, thinking if she keeps you close you won't slip through but truth be told? She’d be the first to drop you, even if it wasn't her intention.
“Sorry, m’not strong like you.”
“I think you’re a lot stronger than you think, y’know?” Her lips find yours as her skin smothers you in the body wash she keeps in the cabinet. Soft breasts melt against her own, calming her in a way Abby can’t quite comprehend.
This was more than just sex. If that’s all this was, she would be the nearest bar picking up the closeted women who fawn over her before she even steps her foot in the front door. The most sought after woman in town, yet it’s her tongue in your mouth, claiming in a way words fail her.
“Abby—” The moan vibrates through her, she falls into the sensation of your heavenly skin, smooth against her calloused hands. Every inch of your body feels golden to her. It’s what she craves, the intimacy without having to be, so good, a delicate sigh leaves her puffy lips. “I—”
With a loving look in her wondrous pools of deep sea blues, with a hint of gray stowed away beneath the light, she inquires for you to continue as she looks up at you.
Your hands gently touch her face, thumb lovingly soothing over the apples of her cheeks and the scar decorating one of them. There’s nothing she despises more than it, makes her look far too damaged, but you’ve always thought it makes her the person she is.
Strong, loving, imperfectly perfect.
The first time you did it, she flinched as she gripped your wrist, pulling your fingers away from marking. Now, she closes her eyes and lets you.
“When can I tell you without you running? When are you gonna stay?” Abby wants to tell you, say it. I won’t leave. I’ll always be here, right with you, forever.
She doesn’t. She can’t.
The words die on her tongue, the three little ones she feels but can’t let through. The past hurts haunt her as it disgusts itself as a never ending hangover which she holds it against you. It’s not meant to be cruel, it certainly isn’t fair, but it’s all she can do until time heals the festering wound.
“I don’t have an answer for you—” Her blue eyes open, her lips ghosting over your again. “But, this, you? It’s just you and me. No one else, darling.”
For now, it’s enough, but Abby stresses over the day where you’ve had enough cursing at the wind and whatever god sits above.
One day, somewhere in the near future, she won’t be.
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Your Teddy - Theodore Nott x f!reader (PART 3 & END)
Requested: No
Pairing: Theodore Nott x f!reader (+ SPOILER x f!reader - secret and non-reciprocal.)
Summary: y/n gets adjusted at her new life with Theo's help.
Word count: 6.2K
Warnings: swearing, English is not my first language
A/N: Thank God one of my classes on Wednesday was online and the other was cancelled otherwise I don't know when I could have written it lmaooo. ANYWAY. Thank you guys so much for +270 followers, love y'all!! Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Sorry for the typos. Hope you enjoy it! xx
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PART TWO
“Darling?” your mother calls from downstairs. “Dinner is ready!”
Putting your book away, you rose from your bed and let out a silent sigh. The day after your conversation with Theo, your parents insisted you get home to rest, and, while you didn’t want to leave Hogwarts, they seemed to want you with them so bad that you had reluctantly accepted. You had now been home for over two weeks, two weeks spent reading books to learn some things and reading letters from Pansy and Theo. While Pansy’s letters were enjoyable and kept you updated on classes and the current gossip at school, you had to admit you awaited for Theo’s letters the most. He wrote to you about his daily life, sometimes making you laugh with a joke or when he told you about what funny thing one of his friends had done or said, and always ended the letter with the same sentence: I miss you. Those words shouldn’t make you feel the way they did, but they did; and you shouldn’t be missing Theo that much, but you were.
From the moment you saw him, Theo had captivated your mind. You didn’t know if it was the way he had hugged you when he stormed in the hospital wing, the way he looked at you with those blue eyes of his, or just him, but ever since you had seen him in the hospital wing, you had a hard time not thinking about him. When you had realised what having lost all your memory meant, you were scared some people would lie to you or pretend to be someone they weren’t, but for some reason you knew Theo hadn’t lied. You had felt incredibly guilty when you saw how hurt he was when he learnt you didn’t know who he was - and still felt that way. But now, you also wanted to get to know him, and to spend time with him. There was something about him that just drew you towards him. It was partly physical, because, well, he was gorgeous, but also in his personality, how soft his voice was when he was talking to you, how patient and understanding he was, and how he made you feel safe without even trying. And now, after three weeks of only writing to each other, you couldn’t wait to see him again - but never dared to say it. I’ll try to tell him I miss him in my next letter.
Leaving your room, you went downstairs to find your parents around the table, your mother bringing dinner to the table and your father finishing to set the table. They immediately smiled at you, and you smiled back. Your parents had been nothing but kind and understanding during your stay, but they constantly tried to make you remember things, so much so that you started to feel a bit overwhelmed after a while - which was another reason you couldn’t wait to go back to Hogwarts.
“Got some rest, darling?” your father asked, sitting on the other side of the table.
“I hope you don’t overwork yourself, sweetie,” your mother continued. “You’re here to get rest and recover.”
“I’m fine,” you assured them with a smile, sitting down.
“Are you sure, darling? I have to say, you look a bit tired.”
Your mother was right, and there was a reason for that fatigue. Each night, you had terrible dreams about your abduction - dreams or memories, who knew? - and you were now almost afraid to sleep. Like you had told Theo, you were thankful you didn’t remember anything about your kidnapping, but having those dreams brought you a bit of anxiety. You hadn’t told anyone, because you were scared that your parents would freak out, and didn’t tell Theo in order not to bother him. You ate your plate, not saying a word as your parents talked about everything and anything. Once you were done, there was a moment of comfortable silence, and you cleared your throat.
“I have something to ask you guys,” you said.
“What is it, dear?”
“I’d like to go back to Hogwarts,” you answered, not beating around the bush. “I think I’m fully recovered now. It was nice being here, and I appreciate everything you did for me, but I think it would be good for me to go back to school.”
Your parents shared a look, and for a second you thought they were gonna insist you stayed here.
“If that’s what you want, y/n,” your mother said, “then we support you.”
“We’ll write to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow,” your father nodded. “It will be good for you to be with your friends again.”
“And Theodore,” your mother added with a wink.
You felt your cheeks becoming pink and looked at your plate.
“He’s a good lad,” your father smiled.
“I hope you guys will…find a way to get back to the relationship you had,” your mother said gently. “You loved him a lot.”
You nodded, and after a long moment of your parents telling you stories about your childhood, you decided to bid your parents goodnight - which always included a hug - and went back upstairs to your room. You lit a candle, as it was dark outside, and sat down at your desk before grabbing a piece of parchment, a quill and some ink.
Dear Teddy,
I was supposed to stay a little longer with my parents, but I really want to go back to Hogwarts now. My parents will write to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow, and I hope to be at school in the next few days.
I miss you.
y/n
You then turned to your owl, who apparently had the habit of going to sleep at the same time as you, who made a small noise as if to greet you as you opened its cage.
“Can you take it to Theo?” you asked your pet.
You gently stroked its feathers, and then your owl took the letter and flew across the opened window.
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You stepped out of the chimney, and, as expected, found yourself in Professor Snape’s office. He was sitting on his desk, apparently grading students’ work, and barely raised his eyes to look at you.
“Good evening, Professor.”
“Miss y/l/n. I hope you’re fully recovered.”
His last words surprised you, as you had found him cold and severe during the few minutes you saw him in the hospital wing.
“Yes, thank you, sir.”
“Then I shall see you in class.”
“Yes, sir.”
Carrying your luggage, you left his office, and, as you expected, you found Pansy waiting for you in the corridor. She immediately opened her arms and almost ran to give you a hug, which you gladly accepted.
“Aw, darling, I’m so happy you’re back! How do you feel?”
“I’m good.”
But your attention was on the person behind her. Theo was leant against the wall, his hands in his pockets. You detached yourself from Pansy, and Theo and you started to walk towards each other. You felt your heart beat faster, and it even beat faster when Theo gave you a small, shy, smile. Did I feel that way before?
“Hey.”
“Hey. It’s nice to see you.”
“You too.”
It was a bit awkward, as neither of you knew what to do - a hug? A kiss? - but Theo stared at you for a second before stepping closer, gently cupping your face in his hands and kissing your forehead. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch and his lips on your skin much more than you thought. After the kiss, his hands remained on both sides of his face before he took them away, and you felt disappointed and sad.
“Thank you for your letters,” you said. “I really enjoyed receiving them.”
“I liked your answers, too,” he said.
You smiled at him, and suddenly Pansy chuckled.
“Come on, you bloody lovebirds, let’s go.”
You and Theo shared an amused look before you all went to the Slytherin common room, which was near.
“We should go get dinner,” Pansy said. “y/n, dear, how about you put that luggage in your bag and you’ll unpack after dinner?”
“Alright,” you nodded.
After all, you were hungry too. Pansy led to your dorm, as you honestly didn’t remember where it was, and you put your luggage inside before going to the Great Hall alongside Pansy and Theo. On the way, Pansy kept talking about all that happened while you were gone, but only heard half of it as your hand kept touching Theo’s, which made you somehow want to hold it - or at least to have some physical contact with him. I’m going crazy, you thought. Why do I want to touch someone who’s still a stranger?
Once in the Great Hall, you sat between Pansy and Theo, who introduced you to his friends, who all greeted you warmly. You looked around, trying to familiarise yourself with the large, beautiful crowded room. As you had lived in a quiet house for weeks, all the noise around made you feel uneasy and comfortable. Only Theo seemed to notice, as he grabbed your hand under the table. You turned to him, and found him giving you a reassuring, warm look. You squeezed his hand, both to show thankfulness and affection, and he gently stroked the top of your hand. You started to feel better, and focused on the conversations the boys were having. You didn’t participate in it, as you had ho idea what they were talking about half the time, but you laughed at their jokes - and, with each laugh, Theo and you shared a look. Once you were done eating, Pansy and you decided to go back to the common room - as it was still too early to go to bed -, and the boys followed. After sitting on one of the green couches, again next to Theo, for two hours spent listening to the boys, sometimes talking to Pansy and again feeling the push to touch Theo’s hand. As it was now getting late, the boys started to go to bed, as they started classes early tomorrow, but unlike earlier, Theo didn’t hesitate to once again cup your face in his warm hands and kiss your forehead, but this time, you got on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“Good night, Teddy.”
“Good night, cara mia.”
You blushed at the nickname, before following Pansy - whose dorm was not far away from yours.
“I promised to spend the night with Daphne,” Pansy said, apparently feeling guilty. “Her dorm is the one next to yours, so I won’t be very far if you need me, okay? You got along very well with Daphne before your…um, departure. She won’t mind at all.”
“Don’t worry about me,” you said. “I’m actually tired, so I don’t think I’ll have a hard time falling asleep.”
“Alright.” Pansy hugged you, “Sleep well, dear.”
She gave you one last hug before entering Daphne’s dorm, leaving you alone in the silent corridor. You went into your dorm, closing the door behind you. You looked at the unfamiliar room full of unfamiliar objects. It felt as if it all belonged to someone else. Trying to ignore the feeling, you unpacked your bag, went to take a shower and then went to bed. Tomorrow, Pansy would give you a list of all the things they saw in class while you were gone and it was going to take you a while to catch up on everything - and if you didn’t manage to, it was going to be even harder to pass your exams at the end of the year.
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“y/n, wake up! Come on, wake up!”
You jolted awake, trying to catch your breath. The dark, cold room and the unfamiliar voices that had been plaguing your sleep were still fresh in your mind, and your first reflex when you felt two hands on your shoulders was to try to pull away.
“Amore, it’s me!”
It took you half a second to realise you were in your dorm, safe, and that it was Theo in front of you.
“Teddy?”
He nodded, and sat on the bed. “I had the feeling I needed to check up on you, and when I came you were having a nightmare.”
He started stroking your shoulders with all the tenderness in the world, and, almost without realising it, you put your head in his chest, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, and put his chin on the top of your head.
“It’s okay, baby, I’m here.”
He pressed a light yet tender kiss on your temple and your heart, which had been beating very fast from waking up so abruptly, starting beating normally. After a while, you felt better, and not once did Theo move.
“Thank you, Teddy,” you whispered.
“Of course, tesoro.”
Despite wanting to stay in the comfort of his arms, you detached yourself from him, but he kept one of his arms around you.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his thumb stroking your skin.
You shook your head, and he gave you a nod.
“I don’t remember much,” you said. “But… Teddy?”
“Hum?”
“Would you…Would you mind staying here with me?” you asked more shyly than you thought.
Theo looked at you and had a soft half smile.
“I’d like nothing more, love.”
He bent to press a kiss on your temple and you moved to the side of the bed to give him as much space as you could. Once he was ready, he gently brought your head to his chest before putting one arm around your waist and the other in your hair. Instinctively, you put one hand on the side of his neck, and after a short moment, you felt your whole body relax. You closed your eyes, and suddenly realised Theo smelt amazing.
“You smell good,” you whispered without thinking.
He had a chuckle, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“You used to tell me that often,” he said. “But thank you, cara mia, you smell good too.”
He started playing with your hair, and you fell asleep to the beating of his heart and his warmth.
When you woke up the next morning, your head was in the crook of Theo’s neck, and one of your legs was over one of his. His arms were still tightly wrapped around you, and, looking at him, you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked when he was sleeping. You put your head back, wanting to enjoy the comfort of his warm embrace for a moment, but you realised it was time to wake up. You pressed some kisses on his cheek, and after a while he started slowly moving.
“Wake up, sleeping beauty.”
He groaned before he finally opened his eyes, and his lips immediately turned into a smile. He looked at you for a moment, and brought his hand to your cheek.
“I almost forgot how good it felt,” he said almost to himself.
“What?” you frowned.
“To wake up with you in my arms.”
“It feels good too,” you whispered, caressing his hair. “And I know it felt good before my abduction.”
There was no way it didn’t feel like that before. If only I could remember…
“We should get up,” you said.
He nodded and had a small sigh, “Yeah, we should.” But then he smiled, “But five more minutes, please?”
You laughed and nodded.
“Alright, five more minutes.”
But, as you should have expected, five minutes into ten, then twenty, and finally thirty before you managed to have him let you get out of bed. You rose from the bed, which made him groan in annoyance, and as you went to the bathroom to get your school uniform, you turned to the bed, where Teddy hadn’t moved.
“Teddy, come on!” you laughed.
“You know, cara mia, no one would mind if you only started class tomorrow.”
You know he was likely to be right, but you shook your head.
“Maybe, but I have enough to catch on already. I can’t afford to be even further behind.”
“I’ll help you,” he said, sitting. “You were always a very good student, why shouldn’t you be now?”
“Maybe I was, but now it’s different.”
Teddy stared at you, and you immediately knew what he thought. Yes, it is different now.
“I can still help you,” he said.
You nodded, “I’d love that, Teddy.”
He finally got up, and agreed to go dress up in his dorm when you asked him.
“We’ll meet in the common room in five minutes,” you assured him.
And as promised, you met there five minutes later, both all ready for the day. It felt a bit weird to be in a uniform, but you did your best to ignore it. After all, everyone was wearing it. Theo and you sat again with his friends and Pansy, who immediately asked you how was your night.
“Oh, really good.”
You and Theo shared a look and you felt yourself blush.
After breakfast, you walked with Theo to class, with him sometimes giving you information about the castle, or something you saw. On the way, some students came to you to tell you they were happy to see you again, and each time, you felt thankful but awkward. But thankfully, Theo didn’t leave your side once, and always let you know who the person was - friends for the most part. They were Slytherins for most, but as you came closer to class, it was a Gryffindor boy, with dark hair, green eyes and glasses, who approached you.
“y/n? Hi, how are you?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
You noticed the strange scar he had on his forehead, but it felt impolite to ask him about it.
“Back off, Potter,” Theo said coldly. “We don’t have time for you.”
“Teddy, don’t be rude,” you frowned.
“I was just asking how she was,” the Gryffindor boy said calmly. “I wasn��t talking to you.” He turned to you with a kind look, “I’m glad to see that you’re alright. But…You really don’t remember anything?”
Theo opened his mouth to answer but you were faster.
“No, unfortunately. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?”
“Harry,” he simply answered. “I’m Harry. We…”
This time, Theo sighed.
“It is really kind of you to ask how my girl was, Potter, but if the Chosen One will excuse us, we’re gonna be late for Potions.”
He put an arm around your waist, and before you could say anything, led you to the end of the corridor. You gave Harry a look of excuse, but he only stared at you.
“Teddy, that was rude,” you said as you entered the Potions room. “He was nice.”
“Not all people are as nice as they look, love,” he simply said and you rolled your eyes.
“But, if he asked me how I was, he must have been a friend, no?”
Theo had a small, annoyed sigh. “That’s a big word. But your closest friend is Pansy. And also Daphne, I guess. If you need more friends, ask Pansy to introduce you to girls from our house. Or at least, who aren’t in Gryffindor.”
Theo indicated you a seat in the middle of the class, and sat next to you.
“By the way,” you asked, “what is that strange scar he has?”
Theo sneered, “Long story.”
You were about to ask him when Professor Snape came in, and all conversations faded at once. He gave instructions for the rest of the lesson, and you and Theo worked on the potion. You laughed a few times because Theo couldn’t stop making jokes. Snape eventually noticed and came over.
“Mr Nott, do focus on the potion. Miss y/l/n needs to concentrate if she wishes to get back to the same level as the rest of the class, and I think your immature foolishness will make it harder.”
“We’re sorry, professor,” you apologised. “I was a bit nervous, as it is my first class since I got back, and Teddy was only trying to help…in his own way.”
Snape stared at you both and left without a word. Theo and you looked at each other and had a hard time not laughing.
“Dumbledore must have asked him to be nicer to you,” he whispered as he stirred the potion. “Usually, we would have got detention. Or at least a threat of it.”
The rest of the class went smoothly, and so did the rest of the day, with all the teachers telling you they were there if you needed anything, and helping you if needed. As the last class of the day ended, you put your book in your bag and rose from your seat. Theo did the same, and you started walking to the door, but Theo didn’t move.
“Pansy and I need to talk to Professor McGonnagall,” he said. “It’s gonna take a while,” he sighed. “Hey, how about you go to my dorm - it’s the first one after the serpent symbol - and eat the snacks I left there? You used to like them.”
You were a bit surprised, but nodded. You left the class, and walked down the corridor when you heard a voice from your left side.
“y/n!”
You turned your head and saw Harry in a smaller, darker corridor.
“Harry?”
“Can we talk?”
Your eyes went to the door of the class, where Theo still was.
“Sure.”
You walked to place yourself in front of Harry, and you noticed he looked at you strangely.
“I’m sure you’ve been asked this several times, but you don’t really remember anything about your abduction?”
“No,” you shook your head. “Nothing.”
You could have talked to him about the nightmares, but if you didn’t tell Theo, the person you were the closest to at the moment, why would you talk to a stranger about it?
“And,” Harry continued, “what did they tell you about it?”
You frowned, trying to remember the first conversation you had with Professor Dumbledore. “Well, they said I went to, um, Hogsmeade, I think, alone, and that’s where I was last seen. Apparently I was kidnapped because my parents work at the Ministry. They also don’t know where I was being held or how I escaped.”
Harry thought for a second. “And what did tell you about the Death Eaters?”
You frowned again, “Not much, only that they worked for someone with bad intentions. But I’m aware I was likely interrogated and tortured, though. Why?”
“Nott,” Harry said. “His father used to work for that ‘someone with bad intentions’. Malfoy’s father too. Oh, and, Nott’s best mate Riddle, he’s the son of that someone.”
You tried to register his words. Theo’s father? You knew Theo did not see him much, and never thought much about it. Draco? Who has been nothing but polite and kind to you? And Mattheo, the funny Mattheo who constantly teased Theo like a brother, and was friendly and warm? After all, you didn’t know any of them. For all you knew, they might have lied all along.
“You…think they know something?”
Harry shrugged, “Who knows. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t trust anyone. I…just want you to be safe, okay?”
He opened his mouth to say something else but kept silent.
“I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “Don’t worry.”
“I’m here if you need anything.”
You nodded and after giving him a polite smile, you went back to the corridor, and walking down it, you ran into Professor Snape.
“Miss y/l/n.”
“Sir?”
“The Headmaster wishes to see you in his office at once. Please follow me.”
You nodded and followed him through numerous corridors. He made you enter a beautiful room with several windows, where the Headmaster was waiting for you.
“Professor, Miss y/l/n.”
“Thank you, Severus. Please, Miss, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable.”
You approached his desk, and sat on one of the large grey armchairs - which were far more comfortable than they looked.
“If you allow me, Miss, how do you feel?”
“I’m well, thank you, sir.”
“And how was your first day here?”
“Very good, sir. I’m glad to be back in class with my classmates.”
“Good, good. And, one last question, did any of your memories come back?”
You shook your head, “No, sir. I tried to remember anything, even small things, but in vain so far.”
Dumbledore nodded. “I expected it, do not worry. However, if I made you come here today, it’s not only to make sure you are well, but also, giving your answer to my last question, to tell you there is maybe a way to find your memory back.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, “Really?”
“Yes. Please, come”
You rose from the armchair and followed him to a small, beautiful basin you hadn’t noticed.
“This is a Pensieve,” Dumbledore said kindly. "If I put a memory inside, I can watch it. Even the details I don’t remember will be there. However, in your case, I have a bit of hope that, if you put your head inside, you might find your memory again, or at least some of it.” He paused before continuing in an even kinder voice, “But if you do not wish to try, I will not force you. All you have to do is to say ‘no’ and I walk you to the door and wish you a good evening.”
“I want to try.”
For me, and for Teddy. He deserves it.
And also to see if they’re all lying.
Dumbledore smiled, “I’ll admit I’m happy to hear it, young lady. So, whenever you’re ready…You will just need to hold your breath for a moment…"
You nodded and walked to the basin, putting both your hands on it. You held your breath, and, having the reflex of closing your eyes, put your forehead forward in the liquid. Your eyes opened by themselves, but no memory came. No scene with your parents when you were a child,, or here at school with Pansy or Theo. The liquid seemed to move a little, as it was being stirred, but eventually, all you saw was white. You waited for a moment, before going back to the surface. You breathed again, and realised, stupidly, that you weren’t even wet.
“Nothing, sir,” you said, feeling ashamed as if you had failed an exam or didn’t understand something that even a five year old got. “There was only white.”
The Headmaster nodded, “Yes, so I thought. Trust that I’m sorry, Miss. But I will continue looking for a remedy. In the meantime, if your friends or Mr Nott want to show you a memory they have, my door is always open.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I believe it is now time for me to wish you a good rest of your evening.”
“Good night, sir.”
You left the office and, after getting lost a few times, managed to finally find your way to the Slytherin’s common room. You heard familiar voices as you came in, and several faces immediately turned to you.
“y/n!”
Theo and Pansy rose from the green couches and almost ran to you.
“Where the hell were you?” Theo asked in an angry voice. “We searched for you everywhere.”
“I’m sorry,” you said, not expecting him to behave like that, “I was with Professor Dumbledore, he wanted to see how I was doing.”
“Oh,” Pansy said. “That explains why we couldn't find you. Well, I have to go to the library to do some homework, so I'll see you both later.”
After Pansy left, Theo took your hand and gave you a large smile.
“I have a surprise for you, amore. In your dorm.”
“A surprise?” you said with a smile.
“Yes,” he laughed. “Pansy and I actually didn’t have anything to tell McGonagall, we just needed to make sure everything was ready. That’s why I asked you to leave. Come on.”
His hand in yours, he led you to your dorm, where he slightly opened the door.
“Close your eyes, love.”
A smile on your face, you closed them, and Theo put his hands on your shoulders to lead you in, and once you were inside, he put them around your waist.
“You can look, baby,” he whispered in your ear.
You opened them, and saw the room had completely been transformed. There were flowers and at least thirty small lights in the air (A/N: Like in Disney’s “Tangled”, except it’s not lanterns) all arranged in a precise manner alongside shooting stars, and on your bed were several snacks and several presents.
“Teddy! It’s so beautiful!” you said, and, without thinking, kissed him on the cheek.
“I’m glad you like it, cara mia. Come.”
The both of you sat on the bed, and he presented all the snacks - and the drinks - he had brought.
“I only took your favourite,” he smiled. “I can’t wait for you to try them.”
The feeling of guiltiness you had when the Pensieve didn’t work came back and you sighed. Maybe I can at least tell him that I tried somehow…
“I tried,” you said. “In Dumbledore’s office. He…tried to make me remember, but…nothing came. I’m sorry, Teddy. I really want to remember, I promise you.”
“Amore, don’t be sorry,” he cupped one of your cheeks and pressed a kiss on it. “I know you would do anything to remember. And I know it’s not your fault.”
You nodded before clearing your throat. “Teddy, I…I have a question.”
“Go ahead, amore.”
“Is it true your father used to be a Death Eater?”
Theo looked at you for a while, with both surprise and confusion.
“What? Who told you?”
You hesitated, but decided to be honest. “Harry. He came to talk to me after class, and…”
“God damn it!” he said, angry now. “This little fucker always have to ruin things. Ever since we got together, he always tried to put ideas into your head.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “y/n, look, it’s true my father used to work for You-Know-Who, but I don’t know if he went back to him after his return, and I don’t care! He could die and I wouldn’t care! I don’t care about him, what he does or what he believes in. All I care about is us and, well, my friends, but I don’t give a damn about anything else!”
“Teddy,” you said, “I know you care! I’m not saying you’re like him, but maybe through your father and Draco’s, we could find a way to find out who abducted me.”
Theo looked at you, apparently thinking. “We could try…But even if my father or Draco’s father or even his aunt know something, I don’t see them telling us anything unless we use Veritaserum. And we would have to wait for the next school break to ask them.”
“I can wait,” you say.
Theo sighed, “If that’s what you want, we’ll make a plan. But, tonight, can we just celebrate being together?”
Both his voice and eyes were pleading, and all you could do was nod.
“Of course, Teddy.”
He seemed to relax, and, one by one, handed you the presents. There were books, an album filled with pictures of you and Theo, a small book where Theo had written all your memories together, and, to finish, some jewellery - a gorgeous necklace with a heart-shaped diamond, a ring with a small white flower on it - and you thought there was no more gifts and was about to give him a “thank you” kiss on the cheek but Theo took a small grey bag from his back.
“This one is special,” he said before handing it to you.
You took it with a smile, and opened it. There was a beautiful, small bracelet inside. You took it out and was about to put it on when Theo reached a hand out.
“Do you mind if I put it on your wrist?”
“Sure.
You gave him your wrist and he put the bracelet, but he didn’t let go of your wrist, looking instead at it and caressing it with his thumb.
“This bracelet is different from the other gifts,” he said. “I gifted it to you on our first anniversary. It has never left your wrist ever since, except once.” You frowned and he looked at you, “when you got abducted, you lost it. I found it on the ground when I was looking for you, and I knew something was wrong.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, “Your absence was killing me, cara mia. We were never separated since we got together, you know. Even during school breaks, you invited me to your home. Not only that, I didn’t know where you were and could only imagine what you were going through. Even my dreams were filled with nightmares of you facing unspeakable things alone. I couldn’t think of anything but you and how I missed you. I stopped going to class and going down for meals. I would have done anything to get you back, you know? I know I’m still a stranger to you, y/n, and it’s probably too early, but I love you. More than anything, more than my life. You’re all I have, you know? My mother is dead, my father doesn’t give a damn about me. Sure, I have my friends but you…God, y/n, you’re…everything. All the joy and happiness I have, I owe it to you. You taught me to be kinder with others but also with myself, and to have faith in me and what we had. I never took you for granted, and it hasn’t changed. But now, I can’t stand to be apart from you. I totally understand if you want to take things slow, and I will earn your trust and love again, but, please, just…just give a chance, amore. A chance to show you why I’m your Teddy and why you’re my y/n, and to make up for the time we lost. That, even if you don’t remember it, there is a reason why we were together. If you never get your memory back, it’s fine, I’ll spend hours telling you about every moment we had together in detail, and we’ll create new happy ones. I…love you, y/n.”
After his last words, there was a silence and you could almost feel the weight of his words sinking in, going straight to your heart. That’s when you realised the attraction and the pull you had felt towards him from the moment you saw him was completely normal because Theo, with his large blue eyes and his adorable accent, was your soulmate. There was no doubt why you had loved him. Unable to say a word, you brought your hands to his cheeks and kissed him. The surprise caused him to not kiss you back immediately, but once he did, it was with all the longing he had felt ever since you had disappeared. One of his hands found your waist while the other was on one side of your neck. Your heart started beating faster and you felt something in your stomach before, all of a sudden, you felt as if you were struck by lighting. Your eyes opened by themselves, and images came rushing into your head.
You playing with your parents as a child, buying your wand, being sorted into Slytherin, your first conversation with Theo and Pansy, all the classes and exams, your time spent with Theo before you guys dated, the moment you realised you were madly in love with him, your first date and first kiss, all the times you guys cuddled, the first time you spent the night loving each other, and, finally the last time you saw him before your abduction. Then, memories of a dark, dirty room and people wearing black pointing their wands at you, screaming in pain as you swore you didn’t know anything, and then, finally managing to escape and run back to the forest where you passed out. You felt tears coming out of your eyes, and broke the kiss.
“I love you too, Teddy. More than anything,” you whispered.
He frowned, full of confusion, and you stroked his cheeks.
“I…I don’t know why, but the kiss, it brought back all my memories back. Our first date was a picnic near the lake, right? That’s when we had our first kiss.”
He didn’t say anything but nodded. “You…You remember.”
It was your turn to nod before hugging him, stroking his hair and inhaling his comforting scent.
“It’s the bracelet,” he suddenly said before breaking the hug. “When I bought it, the man at the shop told me it had magical properties, but I didn’t listen. I was late for class and wanted to have time to create a surprise for our evening. Maybe it remembers its owner?”
“Maybe,” you agreed. “But whatever it did, I’m glad you decided to give it to me that day. I always saw it as a symbol of our love, and now I truly believe it is.”
Theo nodded and you stared at him, admiring how gorgeous he was.
“I love you,” you said, “my Teddy.”
He kissed you again, this time with passion, and you knew this night was the first of many beautiful new memories together.
(A/N: The bracelet, as Theo said, was magic. When y/n was abducted, a tear fell from her eye to bracelet, and we know memories can be found in tears. So the bracelet basically saved the memories and when she put it on, her memories came back.)
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✦ . . i've been feeling like writing nsfw for some time and now i finally have to courage !! Includes : Kokushibo Reader is male / AMAB and a demon.
𓆩 🌂 𓆪 . quick description : despite being his S / O your behaviour can sometimes can be overwhelming , or sometimes down right annoying , so he decides to silence you.
. 🎧 warnings : NSFW ; kind of degradation; hate fucking. Z z
Kokushibo doesn't even know how you two ended up togheter. It started from simple little joint missions to him starting to tolerate you and have favorotism towards towards you and now it's like this .. Don't get me wrong , Kokushibo loves you , he knows your outgoing personality can be overshadowed but episodes like that happen once in a blue moon so the rest of the time Kokushibo has to deal with your bs.💀💀
He absolutely lost his shit when you made a joke about his relationship with Yoriichi and you cracked it up infront of some of the upper moons , on a meeting.
God bless your poor legs , please.
Kokushibo is the type of person to be angry but i a quiet way so you didn't see this coming.
Your legs were trembling as you were barely steady on the table you were bent over , your head hurt from your hair being held in a fist for a few hours already , your everything hurt , but it was overshadowed by the pleasure that Kokushibos every thrust delivered to you , the fiction of his dick inside of you was sickingly good. As you felt the familiar knot in your stomach making your legs shake even more. Kokushibo harshly tugged on your hair making you snap back into reality.
– "You're not allowed to cum yet , stupid slut."
Kokushibo didn't enjoy saying the words mostly to his lover , he wasn't a big fan of degrading his partner like that , but you made him so ... so mad that it was just unbearable.
He kept thrusting into you in an insane pace. His hand moved from your thigh to your dick starting to slightly stroke it , teasing your oversensitive body , you try to hold back your urge as you bit down on your trembling hand , almost biting through the soft tender skin of it. It just felt so good.
– " Gosh .. please ... please K-kokushibo .. please."
You let out through your muffled whimpers. Kokushibo only frowned at your sounds and tightened his grip on your hair.
– "Cease your pathetic cries , you imbecile ."
He groaned out.
Kokushibo felt like he was close to his release so he made the pace so much faster making him lean over your body, now movings his hand from your hair to the table to keep steady.
He was also pumping your cock faster making you even more desperate.
As Kokushibo delivered the last two thrusts you could feel a sensation rolling over you , you were breathing heavily unlike Kokushibo who was more steady with it. He slowly took out as he leaned over you slightly rubbing your back.
– "I told you to keep quiet."
Im obsessed with writing for Kokushibo , i love him.
SRRY THIS IS SHORT !
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....hi
this is so lazy and very quick, im sorry yall, but heres the concepts of a headcanon list for classmate to bff to gf cate
classmate!cate who was so nervous about going to godolkin and starting her classes bc its all so overwhelming, the campus, the people, the course
classmate!cate who saw you in one of her classes and then another one and another and wow, you’re in almost all of them and somehow that makes her days much easier for her
classmate!cate who used to watch you from afar in all the classes you shared together because she had a massive crush on you but could never make herself talk to you until you did it for her and now y'all are besties and do everything together
bff!cate who is so very outspoken now a few months in, constantly giving you compliments that are borderline (sometimes just blatant) flirting but if someone calls her on it, she swears up and down she’s just being friendly
bff!cate who loves hugging you and showing displays of affection that seems questionable for couples
bff!cate who never quite lost the urge to stare, but she’s just much better at hiding it now, as long as she can get away with it by staring at you when you’re talking
bff!cate who knows everything about you and vice versa
bff!cate who gets starry eyed looking at you because you're so gentle with her and never forget anything about her and what's happened to her and how it basically shaped her as a person
bff!cate who shows up at your dorm room one night during break (no roommate there, score!) and you two end up laid out in your bed, talking about anything and everything, her head on your shoulder, hand wrapped around your arm as she shifts the conversation to talking about some guy in one of the few classes you don’t share and how he’s been really friendly with her lately and now you’re so caught up in trying to figure out why that makes you feel sick that you don’t even see the way she’s watching you to see your reaction
so when you give her a shaky smile and an even worse “that’s great, cate!” she rolls her eyes and pushes off your bed because she was obviously lying and you didn’t catch it and now she's mad at you bc she knows YOU'RE lying, so what gives
and now you're both mad bc you’re both in love with each other and she’s trying to get you to admit it but you think she doesn’t like you back and now she’s yelling in your face that she does so please stop being stubborn and just fuckin’ kiss her already so you do so now it’s
gf!cate who’s always staring at you, that specific look in her eyes and then she doesn't stop when you catch her and don't even bother saying anything about it to her because she’ll just smirk at you, won’t even pretend to deny it even a little bit for her pride or yours
the best you’ll get is “cate, please” “what? i’m just looking” but usually it’s more along the lines of “cate, do you mind?” “no. hi, gorgeous” and a pretty smile (while she continues to stare)
gf!cate who always wants to be with you, everything you do from studying to classes to hang outs, she’s always attached to your hip (not that you mind, really) but this comes with her hands always being on you somewhere, also
gf!cate who keeps a hand free solely for holding yours or resting somewhere on you or around your waist, fixing any jewelry you might wear or your hair or clothes and who also loves to just cuddle up to you, no matter what you’re doing
gf!cate who loves tracing words and shapes over your skin, especially at night right before you two fall asleep for the night
gf!cate who spends more time in your dorm than she does in her own, sometimes she’s just chilling or doing homework but usually she’s laid out in your bed, on her phone, bc she insists your room is so much better than hers (it’s not, it’s just yours)
gf!cate who loves sending you random pictures of things that remind her of you especially if they're completely nonsensical
gf!cate who pouts when you don’t pay attention to her or when you pay more attention to someone other than her
gf!cate who loves you so much that sometimes she cant believe that you're actually a real person who loves her back just as much
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peter parker x reader
part 2. || part 1.
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warnings : angst, mentions of violence, swearing, lots of self-doubt (peter im sorry)
word count : 2.7k
summary : There’s always two sides to a story. An apology is put into place.
Peter felt like he was living three different lives at once.
Each taking so, so much energy every single day.
His job, an assistant for Dr. Octavius at Octavius Industries. He felt guilty for arriving late every day, and still somehow having a job.
Peter was smarter than Doc, they both knew that. So that meant he would be called to office very, very often.
Usually because of some mistake Doc had made while working on the new prototypes of prosthetic limbs.
But the pressure it brought could get to be too much sometimes. One small mistake could cost millions of lives — or dollars — if not noticed early enough.
But he knew it would help the world someday, in so many ways. The exhaustion was totally worth it.
Spider-Man. Peter had loved and genuinely enjoyed playing his alter-ego.
Constantly, day and night, he was out. Out saving people everywhere. Sure, his work wasn’t appreciated by everyone but it was 100% worth it — to him.
But Spider-Man came with considerable costs. His everlasting lack of sleep. Peter can’t remember the last time he really got his 8 hours. The bags under his eyes made that apparent enough.
The physicality of the job, how many times had he stopped a car with his bare hands? He lost count years ago.
The bruises, cuts, broken limbs, brought immense pain, even to Spider-Man. Sure, he can heal faster — a nights rest, a heating pad, and your some soup is more than enough — But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
And the emotional weight it brought.
The crimes haven’t slowed, if anything they’ve gotten much more prominent all around the city.
The overwhelming amount of times he has to swing across New York to fight off large groups of thugs has become too much.
And honestly, he’s so sick of it.
And so, Peter stopped pulling his punches as much.
The guilt didn’t come until later.
He climbed through your apartment’s window after a long, long night of patrol.
You were sitting there — unaware of his presence— watching TV, all cuddled up on the corner of the couch with your mini Spidey plush.
“Hey, beautiful.” He called out to you.
“Holy shit-” You jumped and turned around to look at him. “You can’t just pop out of nowhere like that, you scared the hell out of me.”
You got up and walked towards him, “Was patrol okay?”
“Uh, yeah it was alright, kicked my ass tonight though. I’m worn out,” He stretched his arms above his head.
“Hm. Why?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Uhm, I mean I fought bad guys all night?” He scoffed, a stupid question, he thought.
“Or was it because you practically killed someone tonight?” You bluntly said.
You had taken a step away from him, like he was a danger to you too.
“They were a criminal!” He shrugged.
“Why does that matter? You can’t just completely take someone’s life away. That’s not who you are. Before you say you didn’t, you came real close to.” You stood your position.
It felt like you shot him straight in the heart.
He should’ve listened to you. But instead, he took a shot right back at you, a shot to kill.
“Again, they’re criminals. I’m sorry I had to calm things down somehow. I’m sorry I needed to do something to catch a break for once in my damn life. And you’re not exactly helping that.” He looked away from you. He felt ashamed.
You were right, he knew that, even then. But his pride couldn’t let him admit it.
“What is wrong with you? You love Spider-Man. And you always talk about how killing sickens you. You’ve changed, Peter.” You spat back at him.
He should’ve just ended it there, stopped the excessive violence, stopped the fight. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been in your kitchen on that faithful Tuesday.
It had been two days since that argument.
His almost perfect rep was officially ruined (Jameson had a field trip that day, too). The stress was at an all-time high.
He almost couldn’t handle it. He didn’t want to anymore.
He was still so angry at you for being right. Because you always were.
You were the one who kept him balanced, who took care of him no matter the time of day or night.
He hadn’t been back to your apartment since the fight, either.
But he would return to it after a tough night the day after. And the next.
And you forgave him, so fast (He took you to see the Barbie movie, paid for every snack and drink you could’ve wanted. It was indisputable on your end). The guilt from what Peter’s put you through has just stacked on and on.
Now he really couldn’t handle it anymore. 
And so, there he was. Sat atop a random rooftop rethinking everything.
He debated his life. His three lives, more like. Which parts were worth it, and which weren’t. (It was really fucked up, who measures parts of their life in worth and just decides which to throw away?)
He couldn’t lose his job, how would he make money?
He couldn’t stop being Spider-Man, he knew that.
And there was you. The biggest and undoubtedly the most important part.
But you were also easy to throw away, he thought.
So much stress and time would be lifted off of his shoulders.
(Little did he know, it would be the complete opposite. His injuries didn’t heal all the way like they did when you took care of him. Every time he was hurt, it would linger for days at a time. He missed how much you’d worried for him. He really took you for granted.)
And so, he decided in the next couple of weeks, he would break it off.
And he did. On the Tuesday the following week.
He looks back on it — to this day — and realized everything he had said to you that evening, wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at himself.
Of course he enjoyed loving you. He didn’t enjoy being himself was what.
He needed to be his best for you because he couldn’t be with anything else. He failed at being the friendly and reliable Spider-man. Him and Doc didn’t get the grant they’d been needing for so long.
And when he did try to improve when you called him out that night, it just wasn’t enough.
He didn’t deserve you.
He took everything out on you, he didn’t mean a word he said. But you didn’t know that.
Peter never had an outlet to take anything out. He couldn’t leave you with every burden of his life, Doc and him weren’t that close, and May couldn’t know he was Spider-Man.
He snapped that Tuesday.
And there’s nothing more that he regrets in his entire life.
But he couldn’t burden you anymore. He wouldn’t.
He did nothing but keep you up late at night, hurt your feelings, and make you do everything for him.
Peter loved you. And he couldn’t let himself torture you like this.
So he forced himself to let you go. You would move on, anyways. He couldn’t.
He listened to every single one of the voicemails you sent.
Every. Single. One. He’s never heard you sound so down (Because of him, nonetheless).
It took so much out of him to not respond. More than what he had to give.
And after five weeks, he finally caved.
He texted you.
9:52 PM
Hey, beautiful.
You wouldn’t forgive him quick this time, he knew that. This time wasn’t just some fight. He tore your heart apart.
But he would work for your forgiveness, he swore to himself, God as his witness.
You read the message immediately. He knew you had gotten off of work, so it wasn’t completely abnormal.
But you didn’t respond. He checked his phone all night and the next morning (He was desperate for something, even if it was an angry text. He hated nothing more than you ignoring him).
So he texted you again. He just went straight for it this time, no holding back anymore.
1:16 PM
Can we meet up?? I think we can agree there’s still some loose ends we need to revisit, together.
Read 1:18 PM
He was patient this time. He tried stepping in your shoes, and it broke his heart. He couldn’t imagine you snapping on him like he had.
He couldn’t live if you were angry at him like he was at you. And if you weren’t going to respond again he was debating on just showing up to your apartment. Can’t ignore him that way.
2:12 PM
Y/N 💞 : “Loose ends” is a funny term. You mean when you randomly showed up to my apartment and broke up with me for the stupidest reason?
He cringed. This was a dumb decision.
2:12 PM
I know, trust me. I just want to talk. And explain myself.
Explain my biggest mistake. I’ve never regretted anything more than leaving you and taking the anger at myself onto you.
He debated on sending the message, but he didn’t.
You would just see it as him trying kiss your ass into forgiving him. It worked before.
2:14 PM
Y/N 💞 : Peter, why? Why are you only just know texting me? Why are you trying to meet up when you tore my heart into pieces? Why are you seeking forgiveness randomly?
Why are you asking such hard questions, he wanted to ask.
2:14 PM
Idk, I miss you?
I miss you and still love you. I regret that night so much.
Can you just hear me out? Please?
Nothing sounded right. But he just went for it, again. At this point, he was pacing across his rooftop, anxious for your response (If you even gave him one).
2:15 PM
Y/N 💞 : Peter, I swear. If you make me regret this, I’ll come for you. Worse than any enemy you’ve ever faced and ever will.
He laughed at that one. You wouldn’t —right?—
2:15 PM
I won’t, Y/N. I promise. Tomorrow, Micks at 3?
Read 2:16 PM
You left him on read, but he counted that as a success — you didn’t refuse his offer so.. —
He would come back from this. He has to.
Peter was late. Fuck him.
Why did you even give him your time of day anymore? This man could tear you apart and you still gave into his words.
3:13 PM
Peter 🕸️ : Babt, I’mso sotry. I got caugjt up with worl, I’m bloxks away I sqaer.
You could barely understand him, but you were used to his usually proper grammar slipping while he was swinging.
How dare he? How dare he beg you to come out here and he gets to show up late??
He practically busted the restaurant’s door open. He rushed to your table.
“Baby I-”
“No,” You interrupted. “You don’t get to call me that. Fuck you, asshole. You ask me to meet you and you show up late? Are you kidding me?” You crossed your arms and stood up from the booth you were sitting at.
“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I got caught up with Doc at work. Huuge internal wiring problem. I don’t even understand how he could’ve messed it up so badly,” He talked with his hands, he was so cute when he did that.
You took a step towards him, and slapped the shit out of his stupidly attractive face.
“You don’t get to break me and show up late when you wanted me here.” The tears were back. You were livid. You shoved your finger into his face as you scolded him.
“I know, I know. I keep fucking up and I’m sorry. Lets just sit down and let me explain everything. I promise you, it’s worth it.” He put his hands on both of your shoulders to keep you from leaving and tried to calm you down.
“Hands off,” You pulled his hands away from your shoulder and slumped back into the booth.
You wanted to go home.
“Okay, okay.” He sat down and stared at you.
“Well?” You waited, “Let’s hear this explanation,” You rolled your eyes.
“Well, uh-” He paused for a moment, “I don’t know how to start.”
You waited for him to continue, arms still crossed. You really didn’t want to hear him out.
“Do you remember when I almost beat the life outta that guy? Like a month ago or something?” He asked.
“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes again, not exactly a good moment to bring up.
“I feel like that’s where it started,”
“Mhm..” You nodded for him to keep going.
“I started slipping. I stopped pulling my punches and I was so stressed out every moment of my life. A-and one day I just got so sick of it,” He started choking up, you almost felt bad for him.
“So I sat down and tried to organize my life. I wanted to rid myself of stress and try to free up time for myself in order to y’know, rejuvenate.”
You sat there, you were expecting plain excuses. But it seemed he had something real going here.
“I couldn’t rid myself of my job — how else would I be able to live? — and obviously Spider-Man isn’t a choice. And there came you. The best and biggest part of my life.”
You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
“I was stupid, I thought that by taking a break, I’d feel more free. And feel more.. well less stressed out. If I had something to myself then I would be better and feel okay? I don’t know.”
You narrowed your eyes at him.
“Don’t look at me like that, please. I was so overwhelmed with everything. I’ve been so behind on rent, and crime just never stops around here. Its like it raises more and more every week.”
“I thought-” He took a deep breath, “I thought that if I had one less chore — trust me you are not a chore to me — life would get easier.”
You’re guessing he tried to rephrase his words he said before, he’s almost repeating himself.
“But it didn’t. At all. I was in pain all the time — emotionally and physically — it didn’t help at all. I said I didn’t enjoy loving you. I lied. I didn’t enjoy loving myself- or being me.”
Your heart clenched for him. He hurt you so bad, but hearing how he truly felt made you slightly reconsider things.
“I didn’t enjoy the stress of my life, and I don’t have any outlet for my anger. And you forgave me so easily the last time we fought. And I guess I took advantage of that. I took all of the hate I had for myself onto you. I think that will forever be my biggest mistake.”
Your eyebrows scrunched.
“I love you. So much, Y/N. More than words can describe. I’ve never regretted anything more in my life and I can’t ever be away from you, again.”
“I broke it off thinking it would cause me less stress, but I understand now that it was you who took the pressure away. Being away from you, Y/N,” He laughed (At his own pain, seemingly). “I’ve never felt shittier in my life.”
Your tears flowed. Your expectations were well exceeded. He’s fucked up so much, but he makes up for it every time. And this time, it wasn’t done by kissing your ass and spoiling you, you recognized that.
“I can’t explain how sorry I am. I regret what I did to you that night so much. More than anything in the world. I just hope you can understand that.”
“I hope you can understand me.” He kept eye contact, his eyes were watery. “I know how complicated I can get,” He let out a breathy laugh.
“Pete.” You just about whispered his name.
“Yeah..?” He wiped his eyes on his sleeve before answering you.
“I forgive you.” You smiled, still crying from his well thought out (you had to give him credit) apology.
“Wait- Really?”
“Yeah. I do.”
He stood up and hugged you from across the table.
“But..”
“But..?” He repeated you, curiously. He let go of the hug to look you in the eyes.
“You’re gonna have to pay for the meal if you really want me back.”
He laughed.
“I love you.”
He grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. He’s never kissed you so hard.
Stunned, but pleasantly surprised, you sat there for a moment. Unsure of whether you should kiss him or not.
But you grabbed his collar and melted into the kiss.
No matter how hard he had broken you, his words brought you back to him.
And you wouldn’t regret it, you knew that.
part 2 is finished 🥹
just wanna explain a few things just in case:
peter is a lil ooc w the excessive violence and it’s not him to be like that but i feel like every body gets to that point where everything can be just too much. even spider-man.
i also feel like he needs a healthy outlet for his feelings, being spiderman, he’s constantly busy. not exactly easy to make friends. but also being spiderman, he doesn’t wanna leave y/n with all of his problems, he’s supposed to be the hero. so he bottles it all up. to the point where he just burst one day and took it out on her. (not good!!)
also i felt like him being a man, he’s going to feel insecure if y/n’s the one taking care of him all the time. he’s the man, it’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. and that’s okay!! often times, old traditions still lies deep within all of us. men’s mental health matters too!! men can still feel insecure!! EVERYONE DOES. but that doesn’t mean we (as people) can take out our insecurities or anger at ourselves onto other people. most times, they don’t deserve the hate we bring onto ourselves.
that being said, not everyone can be perfect. (peter is a great example) we’re all going through something in life and are constantly being tested. but, the biggest thing is to always persevere no matter what. you’re never going to have more on your plate than you can handle. if you’re struggling, always remember to reach out to someone. a loved one, a professional, or even me. my dms are always open. i love you all. 🩷
anyways,
likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!!
i hope you all enjoyed this story as much as i liked writing it 💗💗
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Omg finally someone's with a request open!!!
So uh, can I get a SWK and Mac (seperately) x FEM!reader who has a trauma every night and gets nightmares from them?
Comfort and fluff!
night comforts
— macaque & wukong x fem!reader
thanku for the request!! <3 im ASSUMING you wanted it to be romantic, but it can be read as a very-friendly platonic relationship LOL
not sure how good these are, but i hope its what you asked for!!
;; romantic, comfort and fluff !!
MACAQUE
- honestly, he probably deals with nightmares, too, considering everything he's been through with Wukong and Lady Bone Demon...
- now, the first time that he stayed the night and slept with you, he kind of brushed it off when you told him that you suffer from nightmares nearly EVERY night, assuming that they were just those silly types of dreams that you'd be scared of in the moment, but would look back at laugh at in the morning.
- BUT, when he's awoken by restlessness beside him in the middle of the night, he realises how wrong he was.
- if he catches you while you're still asleep, he'll try to wake you up softly by saying your name.
- he knows that if he's too rough, you may wake up thinking you're in danger, so he wants to limit your fear as much as possible.
- when you do wake up, or if you're already awake when he wakes up, he'll immediately try to ground you and get you to focus on the present.
- he'll give you space, not wanting to overwhelm you even further, but if you ask for it or reach for him, he'll immediately have you in his arms, leaning against the bed frame/wall and wrapping his tail around you while leaving a kiss on your head.
- he won't ask about the nightmares, or what caused them, preferring to wait for you to tell him yourself when you're ready.
- comforting you and making sure you get back to sleep is his first and foremost priority.
- "c'mon, sugarplum. shh, it's okay, you're safe—i'm here, let's go back to sleep, hey?"
- he'll gently wipe your tears and softly whisper sweet words to you until your breathing evens out into a rhythm and you're quietly snoring <3
- next morning, he won't say anything or ask about it, acting as if it never happened, but will intently listen to you if you do bring it up to him.
- if you confide in him about your nightmares / trauma, he'll sit there and listen patiently, perhaps even adding a joking remark or two to cheer you up if it seems appropriate.
- he'll help you in any way possible if he's able.
- whether thats helping you overcome some sort of phobia, or encouraging you to see a therapist (or Sandy lol)
- if there's nothing he can truly do, he'll feel a bit lost and upset with himself that he can't help you long-term.
- meanwhile, he'll do whatever it takes to be there for you when you wake up with terrible stress.
- if he's physically unable to be there with you at night for whatever reason, he'll leave a clone with you at night—sure, it's not the same as the real deal, and he may feel very a little jealous when he walks in to you and the clone snuggled up, but if it helps you, he's happy.
- and, if you've had a particularly rough night with barely any sleep, he'll stay in bed with you the next morning for as long as it takes for you to be fully rested.
- not that he's complaining, anyways; he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't be happy lazing around in bed with you all day.
- overall, he puts comforting you as his first priority, and will do whatever it takes to protect you, both physically and emotionally <3
WUKONG
- unlike Macaque, this mystic monkey doesn't suffer nightmares as much.
- not to say he never gets them, he does sometimes, but he has his other monkeys there to cheer him up whenever he wakes up in terror at night.
- so, when he's woken up by you, having a nightmare, he's not as confident as Macaque in knowing how to help.
- if you're still asleep, he'll try to wake you up as quickly as possible, unable to watch you struggling for any longer than necessary.
- he's a very touchy-feely person, so he'd immediately have his hands wrapped around your shoulders.
- without realising it, his tail is wrapped around your waist and pulling you as close as possible.
- if the two of you are on Flower-Fruit Mountain, there'll no doubt be at least a couple of monkeys in the room with you, who waste no time in chirping concernedly at you.
- you'll find a monkey climbing and perching on your shoulders, grooming and picking through your hair, while another tries to snuggle up between you and Wukong.
- sensing your stress and unsure what to do, you may find that one of the monkey's attempts to give you a piece of fruit (which Wukong takes and discreetly discards, because it's midnight and he'd prefer you to go to sleep first, and eat in the morning).
- he'll ask you what the nightmare was about, and if you want to talk about it.
- if you don't want to, he'll accept the answer but will probably pester you in the morning, wanting to help you, worried that you're hiding your stress from him.
- if you do tell him about it, he'll keep you in his arms and comfort you all the while.
- "everything's okay, peaches. it was just a dream, nothing bad'll happen to you or anyone else while i'm here..."
- when you're ready to go to bed again, he'll keep you close as you fall asleep, protectively snuggling into you and the monkey's that won't leave out of concern.
- he will, also, do whatever he can to help you with these nightmares, going as far as preparing to confront Heaven for some sort of 'cure', until you tell him to stop, lest he cause trouble.
- if you agree to it, he'll ask MK to set you up with Sandy and his therapy cats in hopes that will help.
- although, if all else fails, he may just end up in the Celestial Realm, desperately searching for something more to help.
- ultimately, he's still willing to stay up with you as long as necessary to ensure you get sleep, although it can't be promised that he won't fall asleep again before you (he doesn't mean to, though, and will feel guilty if you bring it up).
- he'll definitely stay in bed with you for longer in the mornings if you've had a particularly rough night, going as far as to cancel a lesson with MK if need be.
- just like Macaque, he'll give you a clone or two if he can't stay for the night, but he knows the monkey's will be there, too, so he isn't too worried.
- he's a little upset if he can't be there to comfort you at night, though, so he'll make up for it with lots of cuddles when he can <3
- cuddle piles with like half the monkey's on Flower-Fruit Mountain is a definite at some point !!
- overall, seeing you sad will always cause his old heart to ache, and will do ANYTHING to cease your pain, even if it causes trouble in the future—he just wants you to be happy :(
#lmk#lego monkie kid#six eared macaque#sun wukong#macaque x reader#wukong x reader#monkey king x reader#monkey king#— fawns fics#headcanons#fluff#comfort
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it’s me again! back at it to give you brainrot for the rest of the day!
veritas ratio is very touch starved, but he’s never really known this, because most of the touch he gets is an assault on his senses, and often, his dignity as well. but at some point, after the stoneheart trial, aventurine comes back and just… collapses against him, head on his shoulder, fingers tangled up, and veritas will forever feel ashamed that it’s him whose eyes spill over, whose fraying composure snaps like a thread— he loves these hands, this weight, this shape and pressure against him. aventurine holds him like he’s fine art, not a prime cut of meat, and he’s nearly lost these hands twice now. twice, in so little time. he’s so relieved and so overwhelmed and so unbelievably tired. that’s what they both are: tired. and so they fall asleep like that, intertwined, tear tracks, puffy eyes and all, and in the morning they will gripe and grouse, and in the morning they will be Dr. Ratio, PhD, and Aventurine of Stratagems.
but for now, they’re at rest, veritas and kakavasha, and that’s enough.
-pygmalion anon
i hate you and yet i love you, pygmalion anon. you will always be famous to me. also touch starved ratio is real because im also touch starved and we're literally siblings trust.
sometimes there is something beautiful about dropping the mask in the presence of the one person you can trust more than yourself.
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Addicted to You | Lovely Runner fanfic
Synopsis: Wondering why Ryu Sun Jae is being a gentleman to Im Sol? Insisting on taking her home when she obviously wants to spend the night on his apartment. Well, this might be the reason.
CHAPTER 1
Sun Jae couldn't get enough of Sol. He wanted to be intimate all the time, a hunger that seemed insatiable. Sol, on the other hand, felt differently. She loved Sun Jae dearly, but her body couldn’t keep up with his constant desire.
But since they did it the first time, boy, he didn’t stop! Each night, Sun Jae's need for her seemed to grow, consuming them both. I did say I love his attention, she thought, but I didn’t ask for it every single night! I didn’t think we would do it every day after that. And it’s always more than one session too! We even had sex all day during the weekend because he had no scheduled work.
Finally, one night, Sol had had enough. "Sun Jae-ah, we’re not having sex tonight," she said firmly.
His face fell. "May I ask why? Am I not good enough? I’ll promise you, Sol-ah, I’ll get better."
"No, no. You are amazing, but my body can’t handle it every day. I can’t get enough sleep…and my back hurts so much that I can’t move until noon!"
Sun Jae looked genuinely concerned. "What if we just do it once? And join me to the gym to build up your stamina and endurance?"
"That’s not the point!" Sol replied, exasperated.
"I understand," he said softly. "I won’t ask you for sex anymore."
Huh? It didn’t have to go that far! He’s so extreme! Sol thought, feeling a pang of guilt.
"I don’t want you to be physically overwhelmed," he continued. "So, I won’t do it unless you want to."
"Hey! Wait…I love making love with you. But since we started, we’ve been doing it several times a day. And it’s hard on my body. I’m just saying, sometimes we need to take a break."
Sun Jae nodded, his expression softening. "Okay, I respect you. Sorry, Sol-ah, for being too much when it comes to you. Whenever you are ready, love."
Sol smiled, relieved. She pulled him close, grateful for his understanding. "Thank you, Sun Jae-ah. I love you."
"I love you too, Sol-ah," he whispered back, holding her gently.
As the weeks passed, Sol noticed that Sun Jae was keeping his promise. He didn’t initiate sex anymore, respecting her need for rest and recovery. However, as time went on, Sol found herself missing their intimate moments. It had been a month since they last made love, and she began to feel a longing that was hard to ignore. He doesn’t even kiss her!
The day Sun Jae invited her to work on her script at his apartment, a flicker of hope ignited in Sol. She’d been fighting the urge to ditch her project and simply spend time with him. His surprised visit in the café and their trip to the library spoke volumes of his sweetness, albeit distracting her from her work.
With a sighed of satisfaction, Sol closed her laptop and stretched. Finishing the script had brought a sense of accomplishment, but it was quickly overshadowed by a familiar pang of longing. She glanced toward the living room sofa, expecting to find Sun Jae lounging there, but to her disappointment, it was empty.
Curious, Sol wandered through the apartment and found him in his music room, headphones on, completely engrossed in the song he was listening to. The sight of him, lost in his world of music, made her heart race. She bit her lip, wrestling with the urge to make the first move, to tell him how she felt. But each time she opened her mouth to speak, her courage faltered, and the words slipped away.
Sun Jae found solace in his music room, headphones on, deeply immersed in the soothing rhythm of Sonaki, his song dedicated to his Im Sol. He knew Sol was in the other room, finishing her script, and despite his best efforts to keep a safe distance from her, he couldn’t help but think about her. She was a constant presence in his mind, a magnetic force he struggled to resist.
Lost in the melody, he didn’t hear her approach until she knocked on the table. He felt a gentle tug on his sleeve and turned to see Sol standing there, a mixture of pride and something more in her eyes.
“Why, are you done?” he said with a smile, pulling off his headphones.
“Yes,” she replied with a nod, her voice filled with accomplishment.
“See, you could finish it today because you were focused.”
“You’re right,” Sol smiled sweetly. “I thought I had to stay up all night.”
Sun Jae smiled at her intently. His gaze drifted to her lips, his heart quickening. He fought the urge to close the distance between them, to kiss her like he wanted to for so long. She closed her eyes, and leaned in slightly, her lips puckering in anticipation.
Sol heart thumped, finally, he’s going to kiss her! I knew it. It’s finally happening.
For a moment, he hesitated, battling his desires, but then he brushed her lips with his thumb, wiping away a crumb from the bread she had eaten earlier.
“I guess you liked the bread,” he said playfully, dusting the crumbs off his fingers.
"Huh?” She said, covering her mouth in embarrassment.
“Let’s go. I’ll drop you off.”
Sun Jae saw the disappointment flash in her eyes, and it pained him. He wanted to tell her to stay, to spend the night with him, but he held back, keeping his promise to her to abstain from his sexual desires.
Let’s go? Already? she whined silently and stomping her foot.
Sol’s heart sank. She didn’t want to go home; she wanted to stay, to spend the night with him. Why does he act like that after clinging to me all day? she murmured, pouting.
“Did you get all your stuff?” Sun Jae inquired. Seriously? You want me to go home? She just answered with a sigh. It’s late? Omo! It’s only 11 PM. Does he think we’re 19- years old? Desperation gnawed at her, and she hatched a plan to buy herself more time.
With deliberate clumsiness, Sol knocked over her bag, sending its contents scattering across the floor. Lipstick, keys, and notebooks spilled out in all directions.
“Gosh, my goodness. Everything fell out.” She knelt down, slowly gathering her belongings, hoping that the delay would give her the courage to speak her mind.
Sun Jae, ever the gentleman, excused himself to fetch his car keys, leaving Sol alone in the room. She watched him leave and then sighed, frustration bubbling up inside her.
“He intends to drop me off even when the world ends. I’m done with work though. I can stay longer,” she whined in frustration.
As Sun Jae retrieved his keys, he felt a pang of regret. Was he pushing her away out of respect? Did she want to stay as much as he wanted her to? When he returned, he was determined to find out. Just then, his phone vibrated with a call from Baek In- Hyuk. He had completely forgotten about the band’s get- together.
As Sol picked up the last of her scattered items, she had made a decision. When Sun Jae returned, she would tell him. She would find the courage to say what she had been holding back for so long.
“How about leaving tomorrow after sleeping here tonight?” She heard Sun Jae said on her back, her heart beats faster with excitement.
Finally! I knew it! She tucked her loose hair on her ear. “Okay. If you insist. I’ll spend the night here.” she replied sweetly and turn to face him.
To her horror, Sun Jae was talking on the phone. “Yah! What do you mean you’ll come here tomorrow after getting some sleep? Everyone’s here. Come at once” she heard the other person shouted on the phone.
Sun Jae’s eyes widened in surprise, then a slow, understanding smile spread across his face. He dropped the call and looked at her intently.
In that moment, everything clicked into place. Her reluctance to leave, the way she had clumsily dropped her bag, the hopeful look in her eyes— all signs pointed to the same thing he had been too cautious to acknowledge. Sol didn’t want to leave. She wanted to stay, just as he wanted her to.
I’ll spend the night here. Sol’s voice ringing on his head. Sun Jae struggled to catch his friend’s words, then abandoned the effort and ended the call. Whatever. That could wait. His brain felt like mush, incapable of coherent thought.
I’ll spend the night here. Sun Jae fixed his expression. Okay, play it cool, Sun Jae-ah. Don’t make a fool of yourself.
“I- I think I misunderstood,” Sol stammered. She spun on her heel, a clear escape route in mind. “I’ll just get a taxi!”
Not a chance! With three long strides, he overtakes her. He slammed his hands on the wall of his foyer to trapped her and block her escape.
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Season 3 of Moominvalley (2019) Once again is banger after banger and has honestly become a show that I’ll definitely rewatch again!! (Especially since I now have someone to watch it with!!) P.S THIS IS PROBABLY GONNA BE A PART ONE BECAUSE IM ✨TIRED✨
To be honest I think Jack Rowan as the new voice of Moomintroll is honestly a pretty great choice, he sounds like he took time and grew into himself. With a nice hint of Moominpapa in his tonality (especially when being dramatic) but still is relatively soft spoken and mixes well with the rest of the cast.
God Episode 3 got me in the guts too, seriously what is it with this show and knowing just where to attack me. Little My’s struggle with feeling like one of the family, especially with her father figure is. Once again very relatable considering so when Moominpapa said he loved her, my heart warmed up so much because goddamn I wAnT tHaT…. And seeing the family growing closer together is always a delight!
Stinky going around saying ‘pinch, grab, take, steal’ over and over is so goofy and that Moominmama has/had a bad girl streak feels so appropriate for her. We love a badass, good mama.
I’m honestly shocked that Moomin didn’t immediately go to Snufkin when it came to taking toffle home p.s my partner literally was like
“ah there’s ya boyfriend” (he hasn’t fully watched the show he’s just watching with me now)
I was so hyped for the lonely mountain episode and honestly it was pretty darn great and fruity with just the right amount of pinning!!
“Your wetter than a fishes flannel”
Lil Ma’am w h a t. We lost our minds to that
Jesus Moomin found him so fast like I know Snufkin said where he was staying but like GODDMAN THERE WERE SO MANY MOUNTIANS. I also love how Snufkin immediately was like ‘alrighty let’s warm you up dear ^-^ ‘ and then immediately got overwhelmed. Once again completely understandable, especially since my partner had just moved in the week before we started watching it so we’re learning to co-exist and I’m so glad the Moomin parents were there to save the boys and the possible confession of Snufkin In which way? Who’s to say.
I’ve very much enjoyed this season and I’m super hype for what they have planned next!! I’ll probably post part two tomorrow sometime!! (Also how is this style of formatting?? Please let me know!!) but thank you very much for reading this!! Have a lovely day/night/time!!
#snufkin#moomins#little my#moominvalley#snufkin moomin#moomin valley#moomintroll#moominvalley 2019#snufmin#moominmama#moominpapa#the moomins#springdove
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request where Benny Weir comforts the reader after a nightmare or panic attack
I'm here ~ benny weir x reader
summary- your boyfriend finds you having a panic attack and helps you through it.
tw- panic attacks, anxiety, teachers, im fine, bullying (sorta?)
Ok so I'm using inspo from the panic attacks i have. I'm usually a bitch for a while and then i just like start crying and hyperventilating.
"She's been acting weird since yesterday? We were calling on Skype and then she just like had an energy change? It was like a curse overtook her?" Benny explains to Ethan, worried.
Ethan rolls his eyes, "well at least you can get a girlfriend Benny! Did you even ask if she was okay?"
"She said she was fine" Benny says, emphasizing with his hands.
"Yikes you gotta go fix that now" Ethan says; stretching his mouth to show his teeth, and sucking in air.
Benny rolls his eyes and walks away, he already knew that. he was just seeing if it was weird to anyone else. To see if any of it is concerning, besides the part he might be in trouble...
Thats when he sees a circle of people, some recording some staring, some look worried, yet no one helping. What the hell is happening over there? He walks over there, heres a girl crying. Hyperventilating. A teacher is in there I guess, it sounds like a teacher's voice.
"You kids need to get to class! You're making her more uncomfortable, if i see any of you still out here I'll write you up!" The voice yells. Yep, definitely a teacher.
As all of the kids left he was just trying to see who the girl was, that was in the middle. So there were like 3 people left. It was you. You were in the middle, you were the one the assholes were laughing and poking fun of, you were the one people were recording. He just stared for a second, furrowed brows and a worried expression. He would've eventually helped if the teacher hadn't yelled at him again.
He went to his class and all he heard was 'did you hear about the girl having a panic attack in the hallway today?' that is all he heard. that is all he heard about you. No text, no seeing you in class that day, nothing.
He heard the bell ring and ran straight for home. Any other day he would've waited for you or Ethan, sometimes Rory. Except he couldn't wait for you, you were waiting for him this time. So he left school by himself. Went to the store to buy you stuff he knew you would like. He bought your comfort snack(s) and a fuzzy blanket (comfort items you like when you're upset!). He knew he should've helped as soon as he noticed a difference. he didn't eat lunch today so he had some lunch money and just extra money he used to buy your things. If it was a dollar more he would've had to put something back.
Then he was on his way to your house, which lucky for him was close to his house. Meaning it wouldn't be too far of a walk till he was there, he also wouldn't get lost on the way there. Your parents let him in, seeing the grocery bags in his hand they thought he more than likely knew what happened at school and was trying to make it up to you. They could see what was in the bags through the material of it. They let him upstairs in your room.
"Hey, I saw what happened at school today. Wanted to make it up to you." He says with stupid, awkward, dorky, adorable smile. Holding the bags higher as he explains himself.
You smile sweetly at him, he knows he didn't do anything. He thinks he's safe, for now.
You clear a spot off next to you so he has a place to sit down at. He sit's next to you, grabbing the stuff out of the bags. Laying the blanket overtop the both of you, grabbing the rest of the out of the bags and putting them in your lap. You lay your head on his shoulder as you sit there together. After sitting there, 30 seconds later, you interlock hands with him.
"Are you okay? What happened at school today?" He asks you, making sure his tone wasn't too harsh.
"I had a panic attack. No big deal, I think I was just overwhelmed with... life?" You explain, sounding almost confused yourself.
Instead of saying anything he looks at you. Except the way he looks at you makes you feel like he actually understands what you're saying. He says nothing at all, but you feel more understood than if he said anything.
More understood than anyone else has ever made you feel.
#benny weir#ethan morgan#my babysitters a vampire#mbav#benny weir x reader#ethan morgan x reader#my babysitters a vampire x reader#mbav x reader#i have the biggest fattest crush on Matthew Knight. It's seriously unhealthy.#i 💕 ethan morgan
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fantasizing about protective festival!ellie
warnings: 18+ explicit sexual descriptions, drug use, alcohol use, very Very brief choking kink, implied homophobia, mild possession, pet names
an: an offering until i finish part 2 of you belong to me i thought of this at work and knew she would be a festival girlie okokenjoy
she def tried to convince u to let her buy an airtag and stick it in ur outfit just in case she lost you in the crowd “you could just call me els” “what if ur phone dies” she pouted
she wore a simple button up that was unbuttoned with a sports bra underneath, her abs showing which made ur toes curl and loose basketball shorts. meanwhile u had to spend hours trying to find what to wear, always earning a “everything looks so good on you baby” as ellie watched u change for the 8th time
“absolutely not” she protested one of the more scandalous outfits u tried on, typically she wouldn’t care and actually liked ur skin showing to be able to flaunt you around “you know how these people are there, i don’t need you being ogled all night”
no bc watching her dance at the actual festival was intoxicating, grinding up behind you going with the beat of the music, grabbing ur ass and feeling u up in a way that felt hungry
also note she had a blunt resting in her mouth while she danced on u AHH
im also picturing her in a backwards worn out ball cap do with that what u will,, ok carrying on
u were only crossed, as when u suggested trying something a bit harder ellie def had something to say "idk babe u dont even take well to being too high sometimes" "fine but were doing shots!"
so u both were wasted, she guided ur hips with her hands to spin you around to face her the strobe lights started going crazy for the drop of the song that was playing
ellie hit the blunt while u watched not even questioning it bc she was so fucking fine while doing
she inhaled slightly and leaned in, grabbed ur neck face and blew the smoke into your mouth for u after u exhaled she wrapped her free arm around ur waist pulling u closer in
this time she kissed u and kissed u hard, still grinding to the music while doing so ofc
her hand wandering around ur back down to ur ass and when the kiss ended u continued dancing and ellie took a quick glance around
she saw a guy poking at his friend then pointing to u and her and immediately protective mode was activated
"cmon, i gotta go to the bathroom" grabbing ur hand and not even giving u the chance to respond "ellieeeeeeeee"
u guys were towards the back because "i dont wanna lose u in the crowd plus i think i would suffocate"
"els we just went to the bathroom" "i saw some guys staring at us, i didn't like the looks of it" she was very occasionally glancing in the direction where u guys came from, obviously worried
"lets go finish this and then go back" she suggested and brought u to the back of one of the food stands,, holding ur hand the entire time of course kinda too tight like she was white knuckling that shit
u guys passed it back and forth a few times before the redness of your perfect eyes, being crossed, and full on craving u overwhelmed her
"els!" u giggled as she sucked on ur exposed neck, marking every single square inch she possibly could before moving to ur jaw
ellie being ellie she lightly bit ur earlobe sending shockwaves thru u n feeling the surge of confidence ((and bc shes a cocky shit)) she goes "let those try guys come near you, you're mine"
immediate butterflies. immediate pulsing in ur pussy like oh my GOD and being so horrendously down bad u say "i'm yours"
instinctively u stretched ur arms over her shoulders and as soon as u started to move ur hands thru her hair in pleasure she threw the remaining blunt to the ground and literally picked u up
like hoisted u up so that ur legs were around her waist, one of her hands placed itself on ur back the other firmly on ur ass
this was all mid kiss btw
she spun around and crashed ur back into the back of the food stand and bc shes so strong she could hold you there basically by holding herself so close to you
she reached a hand down feeling ur pussy thru the very light shorts u had on "no underwear, huh baby?" all u could do was shake ur head the feeling of her touching u was overwhelming to say the least "and already so wet, tsk tsk"
u blushed but thank god it was dark bc she wouldve teased u about it and u wanted so badly for her to just kiss u again u leaned in slightly as if asking permission
"and so needy" "please, els" "what was that?" she paused her fingers on ur core and u whined "words princess, i need words"
sigh, anyway
leaving the festival she knew u were drained and let u piggy back most of the way to the car, she drove back home letting u sleep peacefully in the passenger seat
when u guys got back home she was fully prepared to carry u in but u woke up
but u were way to tired to get ready for bed so she undressed u, showered u, and put u in one of her tee shirts and ultimately put u to bed only to be interrupted by her coming to cuddle only a short time later
#ellie williams#ellie williams fanfiction#modern!ellie#ellie williams smut#ellie williams x you#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams hcs#festival!ellie#no bc i need her so bad#its not funny anymore guys
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Im not that anon who asked for more that you just answered, but id love to see more NB Jean, chaos cousins, and or it runs in the family 👀
Ahh don't make me choose between my babies like this! I have the most for it runs in the family, so have you can have that lol
Andrew wasn't as violent as he had once been, but he was, physically, more than capable of hurting them. He wouldn't. He would never want to hurt them, not ever. But sometimes his brain thought otherwise. A lovely little side effect of growing up the way he had. At first he had been terrified at the mere idea of holding them.
Aaron trusting him had helped a lot, though. He had placed one of them into Andrew's arms unquestioningly when the Foxes had visited in the hospital to meet them for the first time. Aaron introducing the tiny bundle in Andrew's arms to the room had instantly become one of the rare moments he didn't mind having to remember forever.
Aaron had explained that since they were having twins, he and Katelyn had chosen to name one girl each. The little girl (an already blubbering) Nicky was holding was Aurora Charlotte, named after the northern lights and Katelyn's mother. Aaron had hesitated nervously, just for a brief moment, when it was his turn to introduce his other daughter. Then he looked at Andrew, and introduced the twin he was holding as Andrea Nicole.
Andrea.
Andrew had instantly become too overwhelmed to continue holding the tiny baby that his brother had apparently chosen to name after him. He knew Neil was nervous about holding babies, so he had gotten up, very calmly, and passed Andrea to Abby (who was also crying at that point). Andrew had planned on wordlessly leaving the room before he lost his composure, but had stopped when he looked back at Aaron.
Unable to leave after looking at his brother, he had pulled Aaron into a hug instead. It had been the second time the Minyard twins had ever hugged one another and, just like at their graduation, Andrew was the one to hold on longer. The only thing he could manage to say for the rest of the day was that Aaron was going to be an amazing father. And he silently vowed in that moment to do whatever it took to be a good uncle to the girls.
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hi there, thank you so much for running this blog! i have been following you for a long time and appreciate what you do so much, and i’ve been struggling with something and was looking for an ear or some advice so i thought i would come here.
this summer has been pretty hard on me mentally for a few reasons. being back home with family, as I live across the country for university and even studied abroad this semester, it’s always an adjustment living with people I love but sometimes struggle dealing with. i’m also back to an environment where I have no strict schedule, less friends, no privacy, no personal space, etc., and i got pretty sick for a portion of the summer.
this is my last summer before i graduate and i put many expectations on myself for how it would go (fun/personal life wise, but also academics/career wise). despite this sense of urgency and also these expectations, this past month of june i basically just rotted away in my bed, feeling depressed and anxious and not really doing anything about it. i did go out and about a few times and even got myself hired for two jobs, but there were so many responsibilities i ignored while rotting away and just feeling miserable for myself. now im finally clawing my way out of this hole i dug for myself, and im realizing how much i screwed myself over—all of the things i need to do would have been so much easier and enjoyable (!!!!!) had i not procrastinated. it feels like my memory for june is mainly just a haze when it could have been so great.
my question is—how do i cope with these feelings of self-disappointment, and almost self-disgust for the time i lost? for the moments i could have been better but didn’t? how do i cope with the knowledge that my summer could have looked totally different now, and that the power was in my hands to change it? the rest of my summer is looking pretty busy as i scramble to pick up the missing pieces, and im sad because i wanted it to feel special since it’s my last summer of university. any time i acknowledge the challenges i faced and the victories i did have just feels like making excuses for myself.
anyways, sorry for this ramble, and thank you for your time! i hope you are doing well and enjoying yourself.
Hello, dearest. First of all I want to tell you that I am so proud of you. I know right now you’re struggling with these heavy feelings, and it’s important to know that despite your inner struggles you are seen and loved and respected by those around you.
It sounds like you have worked very hard and been very busy for a long time. I know as a full time college student myself that the amount of work expected of us is often unbearable. People talk about it like a simple process, a part time commitment. It is not! You have been working a constant minimum of a full time job, plus additional work for pay, plus travel, plus family and friends needs, plus basic self care. Of course all of this can be so overwhelming and lead to a sense of burn out. Changing the language you use is giving reasons is not making excuses. Cultivate a mindset of correcting yourself:
“I’m making excuses -> I’m acknowledging the challenges and moving forward.”
I found quickly into college my high achiever mindset flipped into a constant sense of failure. I felt like I couldn’t do anything right, and like I just fell behind everyone else I respect. I wallowed in this for far too long, so trust me when I tell you not to spend all your time worrying about the past. Everyone has had a time like these, sometimes weeks, months, and sometimes years. But it is never too late to change the present and future.
You may not feel like it, but if summer meant laying in bed and barely doing anything maybe that’s what you needed. If your body and mind were too beaten down to do much, that’s not your fault. Remember that you are just one person, and this was one summer. You will have countless more summers to live out your dreams. Summer 2022 I barely left my room, depression, anxious, I pretty much rotted in bed! I was burnt out and struggling. Summer 2023 I worked my ass off at my new job, made friends, and started going to parties and even a music festival. Summer 2024 is now, and I’m in a solid mix of work, school, friends, and working to take care of myself. Life will not always look how we imagine it too, but often it will turn out much better.
Nothing that has already happened can be changed, all you have power over is the current and the future. Tons of people express the same sentiment to me
“I didn’t do X and now all I do is Y and it makes me feel Z so I don’t do X!”
And I totally understand! But this is the trap right here! This is what resembles the grave but isn’t! The more time you spend contemplating what you should have done the more past you create where you didn’t do what you wanted. It is so important to develop the ability to go “oh well, what do I want Now?” This takes practice. When you catch yourself in the internal doomscroll of all that you should have done, literally say “oh well, that’s the past. What do I want to do right now and how can I do it?”
Actions you can take:
- Make a list of goals you have tiered by right away, short term, medium term, and long term. Make sure to include a tier for goals that feel impossible! You’d be surprised what you can do!
- Start by picking one thing you want to change. Go on a walk every day, listen to an audiobook or music on that walk. Bam! Two enriching activities at once. Cook one new recipe a week or every other week.
- When at home from school, work to establish your independence in the home. This is hard! Family dynamics vary, but if you can, try to communicate with your family about personal space and boundaries. Perhaps rearrange your space at home to fit your needs as a more adult space while still maintaining your nostalgic environment.
- Cultivate a positive mindset and excitement for what comes next. This summer is not just an end, it’s a beginning! What do you want next? You can have it if you believe in yourself.
A final piece of advice. I started college with such high hopes and dream of what it would be. The summers with friends, late night studying in the library, goofing off between classes, getting to be this dream idealized self. For various reasons, this didn’t happen. I felt so angry that my experience with college had been tainted and forcefully taken from me, and I stayed angry for a while. This constant obsession with regret starts to eat you alive until you can’t see how good things are right in this moment. This did not get better because I somehow changed the past, it got better because I accepted that this was an idealized dream of one tiny part of my life. It got better when I started aiming towards the future. It’s ok to feel sad that you didn’t get what you wanted, but that doesn’t mean you never will. I am happier for moving on and saying I’d had enough grieving a hypothetical. You are real, you are young and alive and filled with dreams. It will never be too late, and there is nothing you could have missed this summer that cannot be achieved in a happier and healthier situation.
Start making today special. You are filled with light, dreams, and love. You will create the life you dreamed of, filled with adventure and happiness. Treat yourself tenderly, this is your first time being alive, the first last summer of college. You are learning and growing. I am so proud of you as you are now, and all that you will become. Keep the sparks alive, and I’m always here if you need someone to support or another senior in college to lean on!
I hope this helps!
Evan
P.S. here’s a poem that’s helped me!
#asks#anon#burnout#student asks#studyblr#studyblr asks#suggestions#self love#mental health#self care#positivity#long post
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