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cooking, lying, and loving you.
han jisung x gn!reader
synopsis: you surprise your boyfriend with a home-cooked meal after his long tour, but the dish turns out far from perfect.
wc: 705
After weeks of being on tour, Jisung has finally returned home, and you have been impatiently waiting his arrival. You chose to prepare dinner as a surprise for him because you know how much he must have missed home-cooked meals. Even though you're not very good at cooking, you've spent the entire day planning and putting your all into the dish. You're nervous yet excited, imagining his reaction when he realizes how hard you've worked.
When he walks through the door, the sound of his suitcase rolling across the floor catches your attention. “I’m home!” he calls out, his voice a little tired but warm and full of love.
You rush out to greet him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Welcome back!”
He grins, melting into your embrace. “It smells amazing in here. Did you… cook?” His tone is surprised but genuinely touched.
“Yup!” you say, beaming. “I wanted to do something special for you. Go freshen up—it’ll be ready when you’re done.”
Jisung heads off to change, and you quickly finish plating the food, making sure it looks as good as possible. By the time he sits down, the table is set with candles and everything. You can see how moved he is by the effort.
“Wow,” he says, his eyes wide as he takes it all in. “You did all this for me? You’re amazing.”
You blush at his words. “Anything for you. Now, dig in!”
He grabs his fork and takes his first bite. His attitude somewhat changes, but he masks it with a smile. His nod is a bit too enthusiastic. "Mmm," he adds. "This is so good!" With pride, you smile. “Really? I was worried that things wouldn't work out.” "No, it's delicious!" he insists, taking another bite, although at a slower pace. His thoughts are racing inside.
*It's slightly salty—no, it's really salty. And the texture isn't right. However, they put a lot of effort into this—I can't say anything. I'll simply push through.*
Feeling happy by his obvious enjoyment, you continue to watch him eat. "You really like it?”
“Of course!” he says, washing it down with a big gulp of water. “You did an amazing job.” He clears his plate despite the challenge, finishing with a triumphant smile. “That was so good. Thank you, babe.”
You’re practically glowing from his praise. “I’m so glad you liked it! I was worried it might not be perfect.”
Jisung shakes his head. “It was perfect,” he lies smoothly, leaning back in his chair.
Later, Jisung waits in the doorway, watching you with a sheepish smile as you get ready for bed. Casually, he scratches the back of his neck and says, "Hey." "Yes?" You look at him in the mirror and hum. "Well, I He took a step closer and says, "I have something to tell you.”
Curious, you turn around. "What is it?" After he pauses, he starts laughing. "Alright, don't be upset,
but the dinner wasn't that good."
Your jaw drops as you process his confession. “What?! You said you loved it!”
“I didn���t have the heart to tell you!” he defends himself, laughing so hard he’s clutching his stomach. “You looked so proud, and I couldn’t ruin the moment!”
You grab a nearby pillow and playfully hit him with it. “Babe! I can’t believe you lied to me!”
He tries to dodge, laughing harder. “It wasn’t a lie—it was… creative encouragement! You worked so hard, and I really did appreciate it!”
You can’t help but laugh along with him, even as you give him another light whack. “You’re impossible.”
“But you love me,” he teases, catching your hand mid-swing and pulling you close.
“Barely,” you joke, rolling your eyes.
He grins, leaning his forehead against yours. “Next time, we’ll cook together, okay? That way, you can’t accuse me of lying.”
“Deal,” you say with a smirk. “But don’t think I’m letting you off the hook that easily.”
Jisung kisses your cheek, still chuckling. “Fair enough. Just know that I’ll always finish whatever you make—even if it’s… memorable.”
You both laugh as you settle into bed, teasing each other until the night is filled with warmth and joy, the imperfect dinner already a funny memory to share.
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heyy. i hope you all have a good thanksgiving tomorrow (if you celebrate, of course). i’m so ready for this year to be over 🤧.
asks are always open if you have a question, concern, or request!
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#stray kids imagines#stray kids x reader#stray kids x you#skz x y/n#skz imagines#stray kids fanfic#han jisung x you#han jisung x reader#han jisung imagines#han jisung#han jisung x y/n#stray kids scenarios#stray kids reactions#stray kids jisung#stray kids#han jisung soft hours#han jisung comfort#kpop imagines#kpop x reader#kpop bg
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꩜ DATING MR. SILVAIR .ᐟ
Mix of other + our world headcanons (Italics is in the other world’s language!)
For the anon who requested! Vry glad you liked Mr. Crawling’s, thanks for the trust w Silvair :D Feel like I see him a lot.. nicer..? than most hcs I’ve seen and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad for mebjfhdsfhjd
(seen in ending 3) Mr. Silvair loves studying and learning about you, but he still feels bad if you seem upset or get hurt. If or when he doesn’t understand why you’re upset, he’ll ask what he did and apologize. He values learning about these differences in emotions, communication, perspective, etc.
He isn’t naturally physically affectionate, but he doesn’t refuse your requests or affection! He at least pats your head or back, not letting go until you do (unless he’s got things to do). Initially confused, he admits it feels nice when you hug him and that he’s started looking forward to (or at least expecting) it.
^ You can ask him for a forehead kiss or two, even if he doesn’t get why. He understands that it makes you happy and it isn’t like it’s doing him any harm anyway! You’ll probably have to show him what a kiss is though. Will he find it amusing if you become flustered kissing him first? Say “Cute”? Probably.
You and Mr. Chopped become close friends too, sometimes (playfully) gossiping to each other about Mr. Silvair while he’s off doing experiments. There’s a few times Mr. Silvair seems to get jealous by the amount of time you guys spend together, especially if he catches you laughing at Mr. Chopped’s antics. He takes initiative and tries to have one-on-one time with you after that.
Maybe he does tie his hair back and we don’t know it, but I think he’d appreciate the idea if you brought it up! Sometimes it’s a half-up look, a simple ponytail, or you braid it back if you want. As long as it’s out of his face and not difficult to take out, he doesn’t mind.
If you enjoy/are comfortable with it, he might ask for your help with experiments, or… you? Your blood sometimes, at least. But he respects you if you’d rather stay away, even if he’s disappointed for a while.
Both of you spend quite a bit of time walking and talking while trying to find a new room when need be. You start to teach him your language, and he uses a few words and phrases when possible.
Mr. Silvair is more focused on experiments rather than interior decoration. But whether you ask to decorate his place in the other world or show him your home in ours, he grows a fondness for your taste. He even brings home things that remind him of you to see if you'll enjoy them.
^ In the same branch, if you bring something you think he’ll like, he takes good care of it, making sure its always somewhere safe!
Of course, he can’t really do the same studies in our world, or at least get his subjects in the same way. Be warned that he may or may not want to go out and find test subjects… somewhere…?
But on the bright side, it’s literally a whole new world! With so much available to him, at least he has other ways to learn than capturing and cutting things or people up.
Mr. Silvair as a good cook / kitchen helper? Really good at cutting up food, even if he doesn’t want to eat it.
In general he’s pretty good around the house! He remembers chores and keeps his space tidy for both your sakes, helping out wherever he can.
His hair is already pretty, but imagine how nice it’d look and feel after a shower! You keep running your fingers through his hair and he tilts his head. “You like? Pretty?” You nod and ask “Me pretty?” and Mr. Silvair smiles. “Pretty.” (Subconsciously, he starts paying closer attention to your hair or appearance, and how you take care of yourself.)
^ He isn’t particular about scents (other than preferring subtler ones) and will likely use whatever you use unless asked otherwise. Don’t expect him to pick up a hair or skincare routine though.
The first few days especially, Mr. Silvair is so focused on seeing and learning as much as possible, that he’ll likely be up late. He doesn’t really get the whole day and night thing, so you have to tell him that rest is good, and that you’re worried for him. “You worried?” “Yes. We rest.” “...Okay.”
His understanding of love is still different from yours, but (I think) he does care about you, and loves you in his own way! He makes sure you’re safe, helps you when you’re injured, and enjoys spending time with you. I’m not sure if he’d say “I love you” (since he doesn’t comprehend what that really means) but he’d at least reassure you that he likes you and finds you interesting :3
^ Though I’ll say if you’re a romance genre fan in our world, he picks up on the usage of “I love you” in media and if it matches his emotions, he might try it out and see how you react
#homicipher#homicipher x reader#homicipher fluff#mr. silvair x reader#mr. silvair fluff#mr silvair x reader#mr silvair fluff#me versus punctuation in tumblr tags lmfao#not sure if i went a little overboard eitherfbsbfb#thrfted#thrft it
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decided to watch all of buck’s breakups last night and here are (part) of the conversations/how each of the breakups played out to compare and contrast if you so desire. i didn’t include the entire conversations because it would be too long and i think the parts i included capture the core of the breakups well enough.
note: information in square brackets is just some context i included since i didn't add the full conversations
buck and abby, breakup, 1x10:
[after abby’s mom passes and she books a ticket to ireland in an effort to find herself and what she wants]
abby: “. . .i care about you so much. you’re amazing. and these last few months, i think you've gotten me, at least halfway, to the person i want to be. but I've got to do this [go to ireland/travel] so that i know i have something to give.”
buck: “i’m excited for you. almost as much as i am, um, sad for me. i’m gonna miss you.”
abby: “i’m gonna miss you, too.”
[when buck is dropping her to the airport]
abby: "you're not gonna come in with me?"
buck: "i learned a while ago, you never go beyond the glass doors."
abby: "i must be crazy to be leaving you behind."
buck: "you're not leaving anything behind. you're moving toward something. and i'm gonna be right here when you come back, okay? go on. you got this, okay?"
abby: "take care of yourself, okay?"
buck: "you, too, abby."
buck and abby, ‘closure’, 3x18:
[after abby and buck meet for the first time since 1x10 when she and her finance are in a train derailment and buck + the 118 save his life]
abby: “. . .i just had no sense of self. i had to leave everything that i knew so that i could remember who i actually am.”
buck: “and you did, right? i mean, you did remember, but you still didn't come home.”
abby: “yeah, i know. i think i was afraid that if i came back, i would become that person again. because i missed you. i wanted to see you. but i didn't trust myself.”
buck: “because being here, being with me, you might lose yourself again?”
abby: “yeah.”
buck: “i’m glad to see you happy, abby. you deserve it.”
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buck and ali, 2x18:
[after buck’s leg gets crushed under the fire truck and it hits ali what it means to be with a firefighter]
ali: “. . .look, it’s not like i didn't know you were in a dangerous line of work when i met you, you know, ten stories up of a collapsing high rise.”
buck: “exactly.”
ali: “that was one day. one day of my life, evan. it’s every day for you. i’m just starting to really understand what that means.”
buck: “wait, so-so you want me to quit my job, that's what you're asking me to do?”
ali: “no, i would never, i would never ask you to do that. listen. i know it's who you are. i’m just not sure. if it's…”
buck: “…who you are.”
ali: “hey. i don't know yet. okay?”
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buck and taylor, 5x18:
[after taylor publishes the story about jonah buck had asked her not]
taylor: “. . .i’m sorry you're still upset about the story.”
buck: “you’re not sorry for what you did, though.”
taylor: “the story was gonna come out regardless. if i hadn't have broken it, someone else would have.”
buck: “you couldn't have called me first? no. you-you just, you figured i’d be fine. i’d get over it.”
taylor: “buck, i wasn't trying to hurt you or anyone else. i was just trying to get the truth out there. a truth the public has every right to know.”
buck: “this is literally our first argument all over again.”
taylor: “which is why we shouldn't be having it. you knew who i was when we started dating.”
buck: “i guess i thought i could learn to live with it.”
taylor: “i don't want to be something you have to learn to live with.”
buck: “and i don't want to keep on making the same mistakes. i need things to be different, taylor.”
taylor: “okay. i’m willing to try that. clean slate.”
buck: “yeah. just not together.”
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buck and tommy, 8x06:
[after bucks tells tommy that he also dated abby]
buck: ". . .my relationship with abby was—it was the most transformative of my life. until now. look, i-i think one of the reasons that i am so comfortable with you is-is 'cause you're so comfortable with you."
tommy: "i wasn't always that way."
buck: "i know, i-i do. and honestly, it just makes me admire you more."
buck: "i want you to move in with me. i want you to move in with me. i-'m ready to take the next step. and i'm not saying let's get married or engaged, even though we would have the right, thanks to the brave people who came before, including you. all I'm saying is, why be apart when we can be together?"
tommy: "evan, that is so sweet but I can't move in with you."
buck: "and why not?"
tommy: "because, i know how this ends."
buck: "uh, wh-what's that supposed to mean?"
tommy: "look, evan. you're an incredible guy. big-hearted. hot as hell. funny. impulsive. but what you're feeling right now is... is new. and it's exciting, and it feels like forever. but you're still figuring yourself out. and that's good."
buck: "what are you saying?"
tommy: "i'm saying no matter how bad i wanted to be, i'm not your last. i'm your first."
buck: "well, hey, they-they can be the same thing."
tommy: "but they usually aren't. if i were to move in with you, you wouldn't mean to, you wouldn't plan for it but you'd end up breaking my heart. and i, i don't think that i could deal with that."
tommy: "i should go."
buck: "wait, wait, wait, hey, hey, um... wait, d-did you just break up with me?"
tommy: "yeah. i guess i did. believe me, i didn't see it coming, either. should've known that parking spot was too good to be true. i'll see you around, buck."
#evan buckley#bucktommy#i’m not really sure who this will be of interest to lol but these were the conversations in case anyone’s curious#let me know what yall think
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i looked up to you day one cuz your art is so fire and i’m still like not over the fact that we’re actually friends!! i’m so glad i reached out and all this could happen!!
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Stray Kids Drunkenly Confessing To You
A/n: Happy Holidays! What better way to kick the holidays than with some cute stuff? Hope you guys stay safe, happy, and healthy! 🩵🩵
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Chan: *When you called him for drinks after leaving your ex, he’s more than overjoyed. Especially after a couple drinks.*
"I’m glad you broke up!” He cheered as you clanked your glasses together, missing each other slightly. “Now I have a chance!”
Minho: *When you blurted it out while walking him home, he stopped and stared at you. You almost thought you fucked up.*
"I wanted to say it first.” He whined sadly, an overdramatic frown forming. “Take it back!”
Changbin: *After managing to get him to bed, you’re pulling the covers over him when he grabs your wrist.*
“Have I told you I liked you?” He smiled drunkenly up at you. “Because I do~”
Hyunjin: *When you answered his phone call, you barely made him out thought all the noise in the background.*
“Hey, y/n~” “No, let go of the ph-” “Shh, I’m talking to y/n!” “Ignore hi-” “I just wanted to say I think you’re really cute~”
Jisung: *The both of you supporting each other on the walk home seemed like the perfect time to him.*
"If I told you I liked you,” He started in a whisper, followed by a hiccup. “Would you believe me?”
Felix: *When you both fell asleep cuddling after drinking, you panic when you wake up with his arms around your waist.*
“Can’t we just stay like this?” He mumbled contently as he held you in place. “At least while I can still blame the alcohol?”
Seungmin: * When he calls you at damn near four in the morning, you know it’s because he’s drunk and needs a ride.*
"Don’t talk.” He started. “I just needed to say that I really really like you and if you could come pick me up, that’d be great.”
Jeongin: *Felix called you to come pick him up and the second he saw you, he couldn’t help himself.*
"There she is!” He held up an unstable finger to point at you through Felix. “So cute, how could I not like her!”
#stray kids#stray kids reactions#stray kids fluff#skz#skz reactions#skz fluff#chan#chan fluff#bang chan fluff#minho#minho fluff#lee minho fluff#changbin#changbin fluff#hyunjin#hyunjin fluff#jisung#jisung fluff#han jisung fluff#felix#felix fluff#lee felix fluff#seungmin#seungmin fluff#jeongin#jeongin fluff#kpop#kpop reactions#kpop fluff#mine
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Transcript below the cut:
Atlas: Dawn. Dawn: I know. Atlas: You crossed so many lines. Dawn: I know, okay? I know.
Atlas: Why didn’t you come to me? We could’ve talked it through before you did anything. Dawn: I… I didn’t think you’d understand. Atlas: That’s fair. I’m not sure I do. Dawn: Exactly.
Atlas: So, help me understand then. Explain it to me. Dawn: [sighs] Getting married and having a baby… it brought up a lot of feelings I wasn’t prepared for. Atlas: What kind of feelings?
Dawn: Feelings about mom. I hated that she wasn’t there, that she wouldn’t want to be, that she doesn’t even know she has a granddaughter and probably never will. I was sad and I was angry, and some days I even missed her which really caught me off guard. I started to wish that she was there, that she’d realize the ways she failed us and show up wanting to make amends.
Atlas: Why didn’t you tell me any of this? Dawn: [shrugs] I didn’t want to admit it, kept telling myself that I was being silly, that I should stop clinging to this idea of a mother that I’ll never have. Atlas: What about Megan? I know she’s not your mom, but she loves you and she stepped in to help.
Dawn: I know. And I’m so grateful, I really am, but I couldn’t appreciate it at the time. Her being there almost made it more obvious what I was lacking, like it was being shoved in my face. This is going to sound so childish, but I didn’t want those things with her, I wanted them with my own mom, and I hated that I couldn’t have that. I became resentful, and then I felt guilty for not appreciating her.
Atlas: I had no idea.
Dawn: That’s because I didn’t want you to. I didn’t want anyone to. I thought if I told anyone, they’d think I was awful, so I kept it to myself, and it ate me up. And when Phoenix got that letter from his dad, it was like everything I wanted was being handed to him, and he wanted to just throw it away. I couldn’t let it go, and I let all that shit I’d been carrying cloud my judgement.
Atlas: Talk about shit timing. I can’t imagine how hard that must have been.
Dawn: Yeah. It was not my finest hour. Atlas: So, how are things now?
Dawn: They’re good. Phoenix spent a few days in Chestnut Ridge, got to meet his brother and talk things out with his dad. It was a struggle at first, but things are going well. He’s decided to give his dad a chance. He says it’s for Danny, because he wants to stay in touch with him, but I think it’s more than that.
Atlas: And you? How are you doing with everything? Dawn: Better. Li referred me to a therapist. I’ve only had one session so far, but I think it will be good for me. Atlas: That’s great. Li sounds like a good friend. Dawn: She is. I’m really glad I met her.
Dawn: So, what about you? You’re married now! Atlas: I know. Who would’ve thought? Dawn: Oh please. I always knew you two would get there eventually. Can’t say I’m not disappointed I didn’t get to be there for it, though. Atlas: I know, but we had to do it our way. And I’m really happy. Dawn: And I’m really happy for you. How is he doing, by the way?
Atlas: I don’t know. He’s struggling a bit. Hasn’t really been himself since we got home. Dawn: Losing Japer really hit him hard, didn’t it? Atlas: Yeah, it did. But I feel like there’s something more going on. Dawn: Like what?
Atlas: I’m not sure, but he’ll talk to me when he’s ready. He always does. Dawn: Ough, I wish I had your patience.
#ts4#ts4 simblr#ts4 story#sims 4#sims 4 storytelling#the goode life#sims 4 challenge#starsignchallenge#starsignlegacychallenge#gen1 aries#aries pt5#atlas goode#dawn realta
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Going overboard, 2: Darkness
Second chapter out! (Yes, there'll be smut in the next one, so get ready). The time of the happenings throughout the story might be a little fucked up, so just ignore that. Hope everything's okay so far. Enjoy!
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Ashley is sitting on the steps beside the door, but when I arrive, she quickly gets up. I look over, wondering if I should say something. I really want to talk to her, to have my best friend back. But I cannot forgive what happened. Not yet anyway. She doesn't move from her standing, waiting for some type of confirmation that talking to me is okay. I don’t want to indulge her, but I have to say something.
“Hey Ash”
“Hey.” It’s awkward, weird. I feel like a completely different person. The atmosphere is tense, and Sam is looking at each one of us, waiting for something to happen. I hear loud footsteps from behind as Chris makes his way beside me.
“Man I feel like this mountain gets bigger every time I climb it,” he states, hands resting on each side of his hips.
“Oh yeah?” I know that voice, and I stop breathing. My mind suddenly sharpening and prior coldness turning hot. I turn around to find Josh walking towards us. We make eye-contact and he stops in his tracks.
“Oh, you’re here?” he says, and my cheeks flush from embarrassment. I shouldn’t be here, and I’ll go in the morning, I just need to talk to him.
“Yeah, rode with Sam,” I reply, making a gesture towards her.
“Hey Josh!” she waves from behind me.
“Well, glad you all came,” he says, gaze turning away from me. I feel bad. I look at Ashley, and she looks at me with worry. She knows something’s up.
“When are you going to install some cell towers up here? I’m getting withdrawals already,” Chris complains. My eyes don’t move away from Josh. He seems oddly happy, oddly calm. Like he’s wearing a mask. He folds his arms before answering.
“You got a spare million lying around and I’ll fix you right up”
“Funny you should say that-” Chris starts, feeling his pockets.
“Ah, I think I left it in my other jacket”
“Oops”
Ashley sits down on the stairs again, looking away from me. I wish the stuff from last year never happened. Josh turns around, and I notice Matt and Emily for the first time. Emily is looking as good as ever, unbothered by everyone. A freeze creeps up my spine. I always got this uneasy feeling when being in her presence. Matt is standing behind her, a bag standing by his feet. He looks worried, and angry. A weird mix. I still don’t feel comfortable with everyone here.
“Get here okay?” Josh asks them.
“Yeah, well, more or less. But it’s so good to see you” Ashley answers. Matt is silent, and Emily looks at him annoyed. Josh walks up to the redhead, asking in a low tone.
“What’s up with them?”
“Mhm” she responds, looking up at them before shaking her head. Drama, again. Does it never end? Chris and Josh walk up to the door while we others wait. I don’t want to be a bother to him, yet. They talk loudly while getting the door open, using way too long.
“Damn, frozen lock,” I hear. I look up, but they’re still talking. Probably about how to get in. The cold is getting to everyone, Emily is warming herself with her hands, and looks over to Matt for support. He doesn’t do anything, just continues staring into the woods.
Finally, they both make their way down again, Chris stopping in front of Ashley.
“Hey Ash,” he smiles. Her cheeks redden as she waves at him. They’re cute, both of them. I would’ve thought that by last year they would’ve gotten together, but it seems like none of them still dare to make a move.
“Soo, how’re you doing?” he asks, and she looks over at me before turning her gaze back at him.
“Mmm, good I guess. A little cold though. I think I could use some time curled up by the fire…”
I can’t help but smile at Chris’s reaction. He blushes, looking at her intently. Sam snickers as she gives me a nudge. We both know what he’s thinking about now.
“Yeah, that does sound pretty nice…”
They both smile at each other, before Josh signals for him to follow. They make their way around the house. I turn back around, seeing Ashley standing up and grabbing my arm. We go the opposite of them, getting a little away from the others. As we stop, she lets out a breath, staring at me intensely.
“Look, I know you probably don’t want to talk to me, or even see me, but we have to. I need to,” she starts, and I look down at the ground. I’m bombarding Josh on this trip, it’s fair for her to do the same to me.
“Yeah, that’s one of the reasons I came”
“I never meant for any of the things that happened to ‘actually’ happen”
I look up at her again, missing her. The whole year has been a wreck, and I didn’t even have my best friend to help me through it.
“I followed them, I did, I was in it, I know I was. I just, I never meant to hurt either of them”
“I know you didn’t. That doesn’t change the fact that you were in on a plan that lead to their deaths”
“You have no idea how much regret I have, I keep playing that night over and over again, wishing I could change it. I’ve missed you!” She takes a breather before continuing. “This whole year, I’ve been so alone, please”
Tears are forming in her eyes, and I feel myself getting heavier. I love her so much, and it wasn’t her fault. She was also the one of those involved who spent the most time outside searching for them. I remember getting up and finding her with frozen fingers, getting ready to go outside again.
“It’s going to take some time for me to completely trust you again-” I begin. Her eyes fill with hope, and my chest lightens from her reaction.
“Take all the time you need, but know that I’m here when, or if, you decide to come back”
“We can start slow,” I say as I grab onto her arms and pull her into a hug. I feel her breathing steady and her heartbeat slow. Tears form in my eyes as I rest my head on her shoulder. I’ve missed her so much. She hugs me hard, and I wonder if I’ll ever get out of her grip. She’s stronger than she looks.
“Thank you,” she whispers back, and we pull apart. We make our way over to the others, Sam giving me an encouraging smile. Only one last person to talk to.
We wait a bit, and I decide to walk to the side of the house to check up on them. They’ve been there for an awfully long time. I arrive, noticing a missing axe on the side of the house and two men trying to shove a big dumpster. I notice the open window as well, getting to know their plan.
“Need any help?” I ask, walking over.
“Ugh, please” Chris pleads, showing his side. Josh doesn’t say anything. He just waits on the other side of us to be ready to push. I help them, and in three hard rounds, we manage to move it enough. Chris makes a loud grunt as he hops on it, looking in the window. Josh still doesn’t pay attention to me, so I decide to make myself useful instead. The dumpster is high, so I nudge Chris’s foot. He looks down at me, reaching his hand down for me to grab. With his help, I manage to get up. The inside looks dark and dusty, not my type of environment. As I turn around, my foot slips on the ice, making me fall. I yelp as I go down, closing my eyes and covering my head in my arms. I wait for the impact, but am instead grabbed by two hands. I open my eyes, meeting Josh’s. My breathing quickens, lips parting a bit for more air. He’s standing still, one hand on my back and one under my legs, holding me bridal style. I can’t read his expression. His eyes are wider than usual, and I notice the strong colour of his undereyes. He hasn’t slept well recently. My hand goes automatically to his shoulder, and I suddenly get flashbacks to our drunken nights. Him twirling me around in a playful manner then stopping and staring into my eyes a little too long before putting me down. Right now, he doesn’t put me down, instead he keeps looking at me. My cheeks feel hot, and my lips yearn. His brows furrow, a bit of anxiousness and hurt showing. I’m holding myself up with one of my arms, but the other moves to his neck, feeling his naked skin. Then we hear a loud thud.
He shakes his head, suddenly remembering where we are, and he puts me down. Still a bit in the moment, it takes some time to gain my balance again. We both look up to Chris, but he’s not there. Instead, the window is wide open. I’m about to get on top of the dumpster as Josh reaches out a hand for me. I take it, smiling at him while he helps me up. He smiles back, a kind one. Those are the ones I like the best. His other hand goes to my back, as I steady myself on the box. On the top, I give him my hand, helping him up as well. We both look down and see a hurt Chris lying on the floor, teeth bared and eyes pinched closed.
“I’m okay! Should’ve paid more attention in climbing class” he comments, and I snicker.
“You mean gym?” Josh asks, clearly confused.
“Yeah, you know, with the climbing up the rope”
“Yeah, that’s what you do in gym class” I add.
He stands up, the lightbulb suddenly exploding.
“Shit” we all say in unison.
“Did I do that?” Chris asks.
“Uhh, I don’t think so”
Josh looks down, grabbing a hold of a lighter in his pocket and throwing it to him.
“Here, use this”
Chris flicks it, but it doesn’t light up as much as expected.
“Woah, Chris I just got an awesome idea-”
“Yeah?”
“Totally. Okay, so I’m pretty sure that I’ve got some deodorant in one of the bathrooms, you could use that with the lighter”
I look weirdly at him. “How’s a stick of deodorant going to help?”
He nudges me, looking over and smiling. “It’s a spray can.” I haven’t seen his smiles in a year, so every one of them makes me smile back, a warm feeling spreading in my chest. I look over at Chris again.
“Flamethrower, like we do with the little army dudes!” he exclaims.
“Yep, the ones that we melted”
“Freaks” I comment, pretending-rolling my eyes. Chris gives me a pouty mouth.
“Okay, so you got this?” Josh asks, and he nods, walking further into the room. Josh and I jump down, luckily both landing on our feet. I look over at him, unsure of how to proceed. Luckily, he begins.
“So, we haven’t talked for a while”
“Yeah,” I nod.
“And, you came here?”
My breath catches as shame coats me. I’m absolutely an intruder.
“Sorry Josh, you haven’t been responding, and I just needed to know you were okay”
He gives a slight smirk.
“So, still care about me huh? Even after a year?”
My heart sinks a bit as I’m going to tell him about my feelings. He got to know last year, but I just need some sort of closure. A year without moving on has made me come to that decision.
“Listen, if you don’t want me here, that’s fine, I’ll take the bus tomorrow morning. And I got a bit hurt from not getting any responses from you, and that’s fine, I get it. But please, since you obviously don’t want to think about everything that happened last year, we can just go back to being friends, good friends-”
“I don’t want that” he responds, and I look down again.
“Then I’ll be out of here tomorrow morning, okay? The bus only goes onc-”
He suddenly grabs my hand, stopping me from walking back.
“Hey, that’s not how I meant it. I wanted to get back in touch with you, just after this, I truly did, but-”
“But what?”
“What happened between us last year… I don’t want to let that go”
Our eyes meet, faces closing in.
“I’ve just been working through everything, and things haven’t fallen into place yet”
“I know, I know. I’m here for you Josh, if you need me”
His signature smirk plasters on him, and I can’t help but blush. His hand moves to my waist, the other behind my neck.
“Good God, of course I need you” he whispers, pulling me in and kissing me. His lips are cold, but I don’t mind. My arms close around his neck, and I pull our bodies closer. Our moment is interrupted by several shouts. We look at each other before running over to the others. A baby animal runs down the stairs and into the forest. Everyone is laughing while Chris holds the door open for everyone.
“Home sweet home,” Josh says as he walks in. Everybody sighs.
“It’s freezing in here”
“I’ll get a fire going”
I look around, surprised by how little has changed. It looks exactly the same. Matt points it out, also analysing the place.
“Well, nobody’s been up here” Josh explains. Telling us how the police stopped working quite quickly.
“What’s up party-people”
“Heeeey!”
Mike and Jess. I sense some tension in the room, and catch Emily giving them a nasty glare. They both take a place on the sofa, rubbing on each other. Nasty people. Matt stares at Mike, giving him the up-and-down. They’re all crazy, everyone’s ego shooting through the roof.
“Yeah, come in, take whatever you want” Matt says in an accusing tone. Fuck, already? I pull up my phone, trying not to pay attention to the others. A bunch of words are exchanged, and I only catch a few.
“Watch yourself Mike”
“Was your sluttyness too loud?”
“Oh, no one else can play with your toys?”
I give up, deciding to pay attention. As long as I’m not part of it, it’s fine. Emily and Jess continue tearing each other up, building the tension more and more. Mike is silent, and Matt tries to occasionally cut in to diffuse the situation.
“Stop it!” Josh suddenly shouts.
“This is not why we came up here, this is not helping-”
“This is not what I wanted. If we can’t get along for ten minutes then maybe we need a break?”
I stand up with Sam, unsure of our next move. No one is paying attention to us, everyone focuses on their own fights.
“Mike, why don’t you check out the guest cabin I told you about?”
“Yeah, we’ll go do that,” he answers, holding out his hand for Jess. They both make their way outside.
“Wait, shit” Josh exclaims, slamming his hand into his head. “I forgot about the generator.”
“I’ll get it” I volunteer. He showed it to me last year, so I’ll manage on my own.
“You’re an angel” he points at me, before leaning down to the fireplace.
I make my way outside, the wind surprising me. The wind is refreshing, pulsing through my lungs. I want to run down, at least jog, but don’t dare because of the ice. Instead, I plug in my earpods, listening to already downloaded music. A squirrel climbs a tree on my left, and I consider stopping for it. I remember giving my nuts to Sam on the bus-ride, so maybe I should just leave it alone. The path is dark, and a little bit scary. The same eerie feeling that bothered me in the start creeps back, and I take a hold around myself. Why did I decide to go alone again? I arrive in the shed, opening the generator and starting it up. I suddenly get a feeling like I’m being watched, so I quickly make my way up again. On the way I meet Emily and Matt. I slow down, greeting them.
“Where are you guys going?”
“Forgot one of our bags” Emily responds.
“We’ll be quick”
I continue walking up, noticing movement in the side of my vision. I turn, but nothing’s there. I hold my breath, looking closer. After a minute, I give up. It was probably an elk or a deer.
I only find Ashley and Chris sitting on the sofa inside.
“Where are the others?”
“Sam’s checking the bathtub upstairs while Josh’s trying to get her some warm water going” Chris responds.
“He probably needs help” Ashley adds.
“And none of you wanted to?”
“Nah”
I give them both a fake-disappointed look before making my way to the cellar. The concrete walls look dirty, and the light is off. When I’m down, I hear a low summing to my left. Knowing Josh is further in the right, I still decide to check out the sound. I walk over to a heavy metal door, looking around it for some sort of glimpse to the other side. I put my ear against it, hearing the summing sound better. It sounds like some type of technology, like a used up computer.
“Boo!”
Hands grab me, making me scream. Josh is laughing, moving his hands to hold me, but I keep hitting him.
“You fucking jerk Washington, you scared the crap out of me!” I scold, letting my hands fall to my sides.
“Sorry, sorry. Felt like the right thing to do in the moment,” he excuses, hands moving around me, hugging carefully. My heart rate lowers, and I let myself sink into his embrace.
“Could you help me with this water-thing?” he asks, looking down at me expectfully.
“Of course, but wait-” I say while he drags me.
“Josh, what is behind this door?”
“That one?” he points.
“Yeah, I heard something. It was like, summing or something”
“Probably just the pipes” he says, dragging me further away.
“Okay…”
We make our way to the cabinet, picking and poking at some wires.
“Can you click that button when it turns red?” he asks. I nod in reply. When it turns red, I quickly push it, making it green.
“Hey we did it!” he exclaims, hand going up for a high five. As I make contact, he grabs my hand, turning it, and making me spin around. As I bump into him, he places a kiss on my forehead. I laugh, but he just keeps smiling.
“You’re beautiful, you know”
“Why thank you, you’re not too bad yourself”
I grab his hand harder, and start walking. I want to make my way out of here, the vibe is creeping me out.
“I feel like you just called me average”
“Wouldn’t have fucked you if you were just average”
“True that”
As I take the first step up the stairs, a loud bang is heard. Like metal on concrete. I turn around, not glimsing anything. Josh is looking attentively, carefully letting go of my hand.
“Josh” I whisper.
“Stay there”
I don’t listen, and instead make my way silently behind him, holding on to his bicep.
“You heard that, right?” he asks, and I hum.
Suddenly a man in a cloak and mask jumps forward, arms out. We both shout, grabbing each other's hands and running to the stairs. I smack my arm on the corner of the opening, making it hurt. I don’t bother with it, getting up to the door and trying to get it open.
“Josh! Josh! Josh!” I shout, not able to open it.
“It doesn’t open from inside!”
“How do we get fucking open then!” I shout back, furiously gripling at the door.
The guy comes nearer, and Josh puts his arm defensively in front of me. I lean into him, hand grabbing him, hard.
“Eyy”
“What?”
“Eyyyy…”
“What the fuck, Chris?” I manage to squeak out. Josh is laughing his ass off, and I look to and fro them both.
“You just got monked!”
“Gosh, Chris, nice one”
“Wha-?? Why would you do that?” I ask, the tension leaving my body, finally being able to relax.
Josh places his arm on my back, calming me down.
“Come on, it was funny”
“Absolutely not”
As we walk back, I turn to Chris.
“Okay, I’m ready to admit that your dumb little prank may have had a slight whiff of humour to it,” I state, the harshness in my voice disappearing.
“Jokemaster!”
“I never said anything about jokes, I was talking about your stupid prank-”
“Holy crap” Josh chimes in. “You were scared, admit it”
“I wasn’t scared, I was surprised”
“Nah hun, you almost pissed yourself”
“I did not!”
We make our way back to Ashley, who’s walking towards us. She meets Chris in the middle, and he bows.
“What in God’s name are you wearing?”
“I’ve found my true calling” he says, making a cross in the air.
“Please tell me you’re going to take a vow of silence”
Chris starts talking soundless in the air, making Ashley laugh. I look between the two, the tension between them stronger than before. When are they gonna crack? What will it take?
“Feel better now?” Josh asks me, nudging me in the arm. A sharp pain goes through me as he does.
“Ouch, fuck” I whisper, grabbing the spot.
“Shit” he suddenly gets a worried look on his face.
“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom and check this out” I say, starting to make my way up the stairs.
“Hey wait up, Sam’s in there, you can use mine”
“Oh okay, and which room was that again?”
“I’ll show you”
“Hey Josh, do you have an ouija board?” Chris asks.
“Yeah, just look in those shelves over there, see if you can find it. We’ll be right back”
His hand moves to my lower back, guiding me up the stairs. As I walk down the hallway, memories start flooding in. Him and I walking down these corridors, and into his room, then…
We go to the room above his, where he opens a cabinet and finds some salve. I start undressing, shaking a bit from the cold. As I get to my last layer, I realise that I’m only wearing a bra underneath.
“You gonna take that off?” he asks, pointing to my sweater. I give him a smirk, leaning forward slightly.
“Sure you can handle it?”
“Absolutely not”
I laugh at him, deciding to just take off my sweater. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. He looks in awe as I turn around and check out my arm in the mirror. It’s just a scrape, and it doesn’t look that bad, just stings. Awoken from his trance, he moves beside me and looks over my arm.
“You weren’t supposed to get hurt” he states, watching intently as he cleans it.
“I wasn’t, then who was?” I question, confused by his tone.
“N-no” he stutters. “I just mean that you shouldn’t have been hurt this way”
“You want to hurt me another way?” I tease, leaning forward a bit, giving him a little more to look at.
“If in a sexual way is what you mean” he whispers, looking up at me with puppy eyes. I lean towards him, a hand making its way behind his neck and pulling him closer. Then I kiss him, carefully, gracefully, but he doesn’t keep it that way.
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This Love
Summary: Rex never thought that he would fall in love, to him it was something for other people, not him. He’s never been so happy to be wrong in his life.
Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader
Word Count: 668
Warnings: Smutty-ish
A/N: This is short, but I'm tired and can't do any more than this today. I hope you all like it.
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Rex slowly trails his finger down the bare back of the woman sleeping peacefully against his chest. She’s soft, and he can’t seem to stop himself from touching her, though she doesn’t seem to mind as she hasn’t stirred from her slumber yet.
He didn’t mean to spend the night.
He had planned to drop her off at the front door, and then head back to the barracks. But when she took his hand in hers and asked if he would like to come inside for some caf and cake, Rex had been unable to say no.
He hadn’t been able to keep himself from kissing her after they finished their cake, and he hadn’t been able to stop himself from pulling her to straddle his lap.
And, when she asked him to spend the night with a shy smile on her face, Rex hadn’t been able to say no to that either.
Which directly led to this. Him naked in her bed with her head resting on his chest, and both of them covered in bite marks, bruises, and scratches. They had both been a lot eager the night before.
Though now he feels bad for all of the marks he left on her body.
His fingers lightly trail down her back and then back up to trace light shapes against the back of her neck, and she finally stirs awake with a groan. She presses her nose against his chest, likely to try and force herself back to sleep, but then she turns her head and peers up at him through sleepy eyes.
“Morning,” She mumbles.
Rex smiles at her and trails his fingers to her cheek, “Good morning,” He replies, “Did you sleep well?”
She hums in confirmation as her eyes drift shut again. Rex’s grin widens as she snuggles into his chest with a content sigh, “Didn’t expect you to stay until morning,” She admits sleepily.
“I didn’t expect to stay this long either,” he admits as well, “But I couldn’t leave when I saw you sleeping.” His comment is rewarded with a bright, but tired, smile and Rex’s heart does a flip.
“I’m glad you’re still here.” She whispers as she slides up his body so that she’s able to kiss him.
Rex responds immediately, his arms folding tightly around her as he deepens the kiss. This, right here, is what got him in trouble last night, but he’s apparently a weak man when it comes to her.
“I’m glad I stayed too,” He mumbles against her lips as his hands slide down to her hips, adjusting her so she’s straddling him once again, “How are you feeling?”
“I feel really, really good.” She replies as she grinds down against his hardening cock.
Rex chuckles and pulls her into a deep kiss, his tongue sliding against hers as he maps out her mouth again. He should stop this before it gets too far, he has to work today.
However, instead, he flips her so she’s under him and he smoothly pins her hands over her head. “I’m going to be so late for work.” He breathes out.
Her smile is warm, “We can stop.”
“I didn’t say that,” He grins at her, “I think I deserve to take the day off.”
She giggles and threads her fingers, “I agree.”
Rex stares at her for a moment, and then he leans in and kisses her, “I love you, cyar’ika.”
Her entire face brightens at his words, and Rex’s heart lurches with painful affection. “I love you too,” and those four little words make Rex realize that he’s fucked.
He’ll fight for her, for them, against anyone who tries to stand against them. And he knows that he’ll have his brothers on his side.
With that last thought, Rex leans in and crashes his lips against hers.
Any further conversation is unnecessary as Rex spends the majority of the morning, and well into the afternoon, physically proving that he’s been genetically altered for increased stamina.
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Right time, wrong moment
Summary: Sebastian and MC share an undeniable electric connection that grows more intense over time. Their flirtation escalates, culminating in a passionate kiss at a Slytherin party. However, when things almost progress further, Sebastian hesitates, unwilling to risk their relationship in a reckless moment fueled by Firewiskey and desire.
Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!reader
Warnings: slight hint of sexual acitivities: aged up characters ofcourse! Mentions of Alcohol.
A/n: I hope everyone is enjoying this fics as much as I do :) Would love to get back to requests, so if you have a great idea, let me know!
There was always something electric between Sebastian and MC. It was subtle at first, in the way his eyes lingered a bit too long on hers or how he always found a reason to sit closer to her than necessary. Over time, though, the flirting had grown bolder.
“Don’t tell me you’re struggling with this potion, MC,” Sebastian teased one day during Potions class, his voice low enough for only her to hear. “If you need help, I’d be happy to assist… for a kiss.”
MC’s cheeks flamed, and she struggled not to knock over her cauldron. “Sebastian!”
“What?” he said, grinning. “Just a fair trade.”
Ominous, sitting on the other side of the table, groaned audibly. “Merlin, will you two stop? The rest of us are trying to focus on actual potion-making, not this absurd courtship.”
MC shot Ominous a glare, but Sebastian only laughed. “Courtship, huh? I like the sound of that.”
It wasn’t just in classes. In the library, he’d slide her books closer to her with a casual touch, his fingers brushing hers. On the way to the Great Hall, he’d lean closer than necessary to whisper some cheeky remark that made her pulse race.
It was maddening.
What frustrated her the most was that she didn’t know if it meant anything. Sebastian had always been charming—too charming. Girls still watched him from across the common room, hoping for his attention, though he hadn’t shown interest in anyone since their fifth year. That didn’t stop her from wondering if she was just another game to him.
When MC heard about the Slytherin party, she almost declined. It wasn’t really her scene—loud music, flowing Firewhiskey, and far too many students crammed into the common room. But Anne had encouraged her to go, and Ominis had promised to keep an eye out for trouble.
And Sebastian? Well, Sebastian had grinned and said, “You’re coming, right? Wouldn’t be a party without you.”
She couldn’t say no to that.
The Slytherin common room was alive with music and chatter when she arrived. The dark, moody lighting was offset by green and silver decorations, and students were already laughing and drinking in groups.
MC found herself with a glass of Firewhiskey in hand not long after, chatting with Poppy and Natty near the fireplace. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but the warmth spreading through her chest and the laughter all around her helped her relax.
It wasn’t long before Sebastian found her.
“You’re hiding,” he accused, leaning against the wall beside her.
“I’m not hiding,” she said, though she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.
“You are,” he insisted, stepping closer. His voice dropped, playful and intimate. “What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll drag you into something you’ll enjoy too much?”
Her heart skipped a beat. He was too close, his eyes too intent on hers.
“Maybe I’m just avoiding trouble,” she said, her voice shaky.
“Trouble?” he repeated, his smirk widening. “Oh, MC. You are trouble.”
Before she could retort, someone turned the music louder, and the crowd surged around them. Sebastian grabbed her hand, pulling her toward a quieter corner near the stairs to the dormitories.
It was quieter there, though the music and laughter still hummed in the background.
“You know,” he said, his voice softer now, “I’m glad you came tonight.”
She looked up at him, her heart racing. “You are?”
“Of course,” he said, his gaze flickering to her lips. “It wouldn’t be the same without you.”
The Firewhiskey in her system made her bolder, braver. “You say that to all the girls?” she asked, trying to sound teasing but feeling vulnerable.
His expression shifted, the playful smirk softening into something deeper. “No,” he said simply.
And then he kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry and desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment for years. Her back hit the wall as his hands cupped her face, and she kissed him back just as fiercely, her fingers tangling in his hair.
All the tension between them, all the lingering touches and unspoken words, exploded in that kiss. She barely noticed the noise of the party anymore. It was just him—Sebastian, warm and intoxicating and everything she’d ever wanted.
His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer, and she gasped softly against his lips. The sound seemed to embolden him, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips. Her heart pounded as her own hands roamed up his chest, his shirt warm and slightly rumpled beneath her touch.
He pulled back just enough to whisper, “Come with me.”
Her breath hitched. “To where?”
“My dorm,” he said, his voice low and full of promise.
She hesitated for a fraction of a second, but the way he looked at her—with a mix of longing and something close to reverence—made her nod.
The walk to his dorm was a blur. They were both unsteady on their feet, the Firewhiskey and the adrenaline making them clumsy. But when they reached his room and the door shut behind them, the world seemed to slow down.
Sebastian kissed her again, softer this time, his hands tracing the curve of her waist. She melted into him, her heart racing.
His lips traveled down her jaw, to the sensitive spot just beneath her ear, and she shivered. His hands slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, the heat of his palms against her skin sending sparks through her veins.
“Sebastian,” she whispered, her voice breathless.
He froze for just a moment before pulling back, his forehead resting against hers. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured, his voice hoarse.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she said, her hands gripping his shoulders.
His eyes darkened, and for a moment, he kissed her again, deeper, his hands roaming her sides. But then he stilled, his breathing heavy, and he pulled away entirely.
“MC,” he said, his voice shaking. “We can’t.”
Her heart dropped. “What do you mean?”
“I want you,” he said, his words rushing out. “Merlin, I want you more than anything. But not like this. Not when we’ve both been drinking. Not when you might regret it in the morning.”
Her chest tightened, embarrassment and hurt flooding her. “You think I’d regret it?”
“No,” he said quickly, his hands trembling as he cupped her face. “I mean… maybe. I don’t know. But I couldn’t live with myself if you did.” He closed his eyes, his voice breaking. “You mean too much to me, MC. I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted you for so long. But not like this. I want to remember every second. I want it to be… perfect.”
Tears pricked her eyes, and she nodded stiffly. “I… I understand.”
He looked like he wanted to say more, but she turned and left before he could stop her.
MC woke up with a headache and a heartache that no amount of Pepperup Potion could cure.
Sebastian avoided her at breakfast, which only made the knot in her chest tighten. She couldn’t stop replaying the night in her head—the kiss, the way he’d looked at her, the way he’d stopped.
Ominis found her in the library later that day, his expression unreadable as he sat across from her.
“Sebastian’s been sulking,” he said bluntly.
She flushed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You do,” he said, his tone sharper now. “He cares about you, MC. More than he’s ever cared about anyone. But he’s a bloody idiot, and he’s convinced himself he’s doing the noble thing., and I think he's right''
She looked down at her hands. “He stopped because he didn’t want me.”
“That’s not true,” Ominis said firmly. “He stopped because he wants you too much. He’s terrified of losing you.”
Her heart ached at his words, but doubt still lingered.
It wasn’t until later that evening, when she found Sebastian in the Undercroft, that everything came to a head.
“Why did you stop?” she asked, her voice trembling.
He turned, his eyes wide with surprise. “MC—”
“Was I not good enough for you?” she demanded, her voice breaking.
“Merlin, no!” he said, crossing the room in two strides. “That’s not it at all. You’re… you’re everything to me. Don’t you see that?”
She stared at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Then why?”
“Because I love you!” he shouted, his voice echoing in the stone chamber. “And I didn’t want to ruin it. I didn’t want to ruin us.”
Her breath caught. “You love me?”
“Yes,” he said,
Sebastian took a shaky step closer, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and vulnerability. “I love you, MC. I’ve loved you for years. And I was terrified that if we went through with it last night… like that… I’d hurt you, or you’d wake up and regret it, and I’d lose you forever.”
Her heart twisted painfully, the weight of his words sinking in. “I wouldn’t have regretted it,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “I’ve been in love with you too, Sebastian. For so long. And last night… I thought maybe, finally, you felt the same way.”
He closed his eyes as if her words physically hurt him. “I do. I’ve always felt that way. But I didn’t want our first time together to be because of Firewhiskey and a reckless moment. You deserve more than that. You deserve everything.”
She reached for him, her fingers brushing against his. “And what if all I want is you?”
He let out a ragged breath, his hands shaking as he took hers in his. “Then I promise, I’ll give you all of me. But when it happens… when we happen. I want to remember every second, every look, every touch. I want it to be perfect because you’re perfect to me.”
Her tears spilled over, but this time they weren’t from pain. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands settled hesitantly on her waist. “You’re an idiot,” she murmured against his shoulder, her voice breaking into a watery laugh.
He laughed softly, the sound tinged with relief. “I probably deserve that.”
They stood there in the quiet warmth of the Undercroft, holding each other as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.
The days that followed were nothing short of transformative. The awkwardness was gone, replaced by a newfound closeness that neither of them had known they were capable of. Sebastian was careful, deliberate in his affection. His touches lingered longer, his kisses softer but filled with unspoken promises.
They spent evenings in the Undercroft, talking about everything and nothing. He’d bring her flowers he charmed to glow faintly in the dark, and she’d tease him about being sappy, though her smile gave her away every time.
And when they finally decided to take the next step, it wasn’t rushed or tinged with doubt. It was slow, intimate, and everything Sebastian had wanted for them.
He made good on his promise, memorizing every detail of her, every sound she made, every look she gave him. And when it was over, he held her close, whispering against her skin, “I love you. I’ll always love you.”
For the first time in years, MC felt whole.
They weren’t perfect—neither of them was—but they were perfect for each other. And as they lay entwined in the quiet of the Room of Requirement, the world outside felt a little less daunting, a little less heavy, because they had each other.
And that was everything.
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̤̮ ₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩ʚGrateful Hearts & Thanksgiving Startsɞ̤̮•‧₊˚ ⋅♡
YOSHIˎˊ˗: OMG I wrote so!!!!! much hope you guys like ittt!!
word count: 1130
paring:non idol jake x non idol y/n
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I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I stood in front of Jake’s house, the crisp autumn air brushing against my cheeks. The leaves were turning shades of gold and red, a perfect fall day to be surrounded by family. Jake had been talking about introducing me to his parents for a while, but this was different—it was Thanksgiving dinner.
The pressure of meeting his family felt heavier than usual. Thanksgiving was one of those holidays that meant a lot to people. It was about family, warmth, and gratitude, and I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Would they like me? What if I didn't fit in?
Jake squeezed my hand, his comforting touch grounding me in the moment. He could probably feel my nervousness, and with that signature smile of his, he reassured me, "Don’t worry, Y/N. My parents are going to love you. Plus, I’ve been telling them so much about you. They’re already excited to meet you.”
I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. I trusted Jake completely—after all, we'd been dating for a few months now, and it was clear that we had something real. But the thought of meeting his parents... that was something else entirely.
Before I could overthink it, Jake opened the door, and the warm, delicious scent of Thanksgiving dinner wafted out. “Mom, Dad, we’re here!” he called out with that carefree energy of his.
His mom, a kind woman with soft features and a welcoming smile, appeared from the kitchen. She was wearing a cozy sweater, and her hands were covered in flour from what looked like baking. Jake's dad followed close behind—tall, with a warm and serious demeanor, but I could see the gentle spark of affection in his eyes as he looked at Jake.
“Y/N!” Jake’s mom exclaimed, immediately pulling me into a tight hug. I froze for a second, unsure of what to do, but then I relaxed into the embrace. Her hug was as warm as the house, and the scent of cinnamon and rosemary made everything feel homely.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she said with a bright smile. “Jake’s told us so much about you!”
“I’ve heard so much about you too,” I said, my voice a little shakier than I intended. “Thank you for having me over.”
“No need to thank us, dear,” she said, pulling back but still holding onto my shoulders with affection. “We’re so happy Jake found someone so kind and wonderful.”
“Mom,” Jake groaned from behind me, but there was no mistaking the grin on his face. “You’re embarrassing me.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s okay, Jake. Your mom’s really sweet.”
Jake’s dad, who had been standing a little behind with his arms crossed, finally spoke up. “Welcome, Y/N. It’s good to meet you.”
His voice was deep and calm, and I could sense the respect he had for me already. There was no judgment, just a quiet warmth. I smiled, a little nervous but trying to keep my composure. “Thank you for inviting me. I’m really excited to be here.”
Jake���s dad nodded and smiled slightly. “We’re glad you could join us. Dinner will be ready soon. Feel free to make yourself at home.”
With that, Jake led me inside, and we were immediately surrounded by the comfort of family. The dining room table was beautifully set, with plates of mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, turkey, and a dozen other dishes that made my stomach rumble.
“Go ahead and sit down,” Jake said, pulling out a chair for me. “I’ll get the drinks.”
I sat down, feeling both nervous and excited, as his parents finished putting the last touches on the table. Jake returned with a bottle of sparkling cider and began pouring drinks for everyone.
“I’m glad you could make it,” Jake’s dad said again as he sat down at the head of the table. “Jake’s been happy ever since he started dating you.”
Jake’s mom added with a wink, “We could tell he was in love the moment he started talking about you nonstop.”
I felt my cheeks flush. Jake glanced at me, his eyes sparkling with affection, before he quickly reached across the table to squeeze my hand. “I love you,” he murmured under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear.
“I love you too,” I whispered back, smiling.
The rest of the evening went by in a blur of laughter, stories, and delicious food. Jake’s parents were easy to talk to, and I found myself relaxing more and more as the night went on. His mom shared funny stories of Jake’s childhood, and his dad chimed in with his own memories of their family trips. I could tell that family meant everything to them—and I was starting to see just how much Jake was a reflection of them: kind, thoughtful, and filled with love.
After dessert, which was a homemade pumpkin pie that tasted like heaven, Jake stood up. “Alright, we’ve got one more thing to do. Y/N, you ready?”
I looked up at him curiously. “What’s going on?”
He grinned mischievously. “We’re going to play a game! A family tradition.”
I laughed nervously. “Okay, I’m game.”
Jake’s mom brought out a box of cards and began setting them up. “It’s called ‘Thanksgiving Trivia.’ We go around the table, ask questions, and everyone has to answer. Whoever gets the most right wins.”
“I’ll warn you now,” Jake’s dad said with a knowing smile, “Jake’s unbeatable at this game. Don’t let him intimidate you.”
Jake smirked proudly. “I’ve got a good memory, that’s all.”
We played for hours, and in the end, Jake did win—but only by a few points. We were all laughing by the time the game was over, and as the evening wound down, I realized that I had felt so comfortable with Jake’s family. They weren’t intimidating at all. In fact, they made me feel like I had always been part of the family.
As we left their house, Jake slipped his hand into mine. “See? That wasn’t so bad, right?”
I smiled up at him, my heart full. “It was amazing. Your family is wonderful.”
Jake grinned, pulling me into a quick kiss. “I’m glad you like them. Because you’re stuck with us now.”
I laughed, feeling a rush of happiness. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
And as we walked to the car, the autumn breeze carrying the scent of fallen leaves, I knew that this Thanksgiving was one I’d never forget. The warmth of Jake’s family, the love we shared, and the comfort of being surrounded by people who cared—it was the perfect start to a new chapter in our lives together.
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You Said You Have All Day?
michael gavey x ta!fem!reader
Summary: You’re a TA in Michaels class and he can’t get you out of his mind. You always give him a perfect score until recently and you’re more than happy to explain why.
Warnings: 18+ both parties are a lil obsessed w each other, swearing, nipple play, handjob, oral(f+m), p in v, unprotected, implied loss of virginity(not specified)
Authors Note: uh the conditioning might’ve been really wild of me to use but 🤷🏼♀️ no bc watching this movie when it came out for ewan and then finishing it traumatized was such a treat 😌 this was a semi request from an anon that i wrote instantly bc i have zero chill!
Word Count: 3.3k
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When Michael found out this class met three times a week he was annoyed to say the least but when you took your seat next to the professor behind the desk and announced yourself as the TA he wished he picked a seat closer to the front. You were the best beginning and end of his week and getting to see you on Wednesdays just made him feel gluttonous. On the days he wasn’t guaranteed to see you he would walk by the classroom and watch you grade papers and every night you would appear in his dreams and he would wake up glad he had a single dorm.
You’ve been constantly on his mind and watching you dutifully grade others' work turned him on to no end. Knowing you actually had a brain made his slight obsession worsen. You never left any marks on his paper besides 100/100. No dots or checks. No trace of you besides 6 numbers and a dash. Today when he sat down after collecting his paper his heart stopped at the 95/100 on the top of the paper.
Impossible. He checked his work over twice. He scans the paper and stops as he sees your marking. His nostrils flare and clenches his fists on his desk. He had missed one number in the thousandths place. An absolutely fucking useless place. The hundredths place is just fine. More commonly used. He wouldn’t accept this. Everything else was perfect and five fucking points for one number.
The rest of the class he stared holes into his paper at the marking you left behind. The one single red number that clashed with his black one. He looks up and sees the rest of the class packing up to leave. He grabs his bag and makes his way to the desk. He stares down at you as you continue to scribble on some idiot's paper by the looks of it. He hears the paper crunch in his hand and he starts to smooth it out and you look up to him with a jump.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.” you look up at him like you’ve been caught. “What can I do for you, Michael?” you tilt your head. His name on your tongue causes him to pause. You know his name?
“Five points for one single digit? In the thousandths place.” the word like a curse on his tongue. He watches your face slightly crumble before you steel yourself.
“Yes. The answer is wrong.” you blink up to him and his eyes widen.
“It is not. It was just one mistake. One digit.” he presses his paper on top of the paper you were currently grading.
“The answer needed to be in the thousandths place. Therefore your answer is wrong.” you push his paper toward him and continue to grade the paper you started on.
“It was not wrong.” his voice starts to raise and you set your pen down and look up at him.
“What is it that you want me to do? It’s still an A. You’re still the smartest in the class if not the entire year.” you watch his face flush.
He snatches the paper off your desk and storms out of the room. He throws the paper away in the nearest trash can and makes a line for his dorm. He throws his backpack on the floor and slams his door shut. He wanted to yell at you so badly and then you complimented him. Then he remembers how you said his name when you looked up at him for the first time. Fuck his mind was racing with the whole interaction and how that was the first time he spoke to you.
He sits on the edge of the bed and starts the entire conversation over in his head from the beginning. The way you looked up at him with your doe eyes that he imagines looks at him the same when you’re on your knees. You calling him by his name had been a shock and he wants to hear it in many different ways that have his cock straining against his pants. The way you argued with him over one number and then called him the smartest in the class.
He was infuriated with you and with himself. He knows he should’ve read the problem more carefully but five points is ridiculous. He also knows it’s not your fault and he shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. He groans, rubbing his face and falling back onto his bed. On Wednesday he plans to apologize to you hoping that you won’t hate him.
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Micheal’s palms are sweating as he walks to his morning class. He’s been jittery since he woke up and even got to the room early in hopes to catch you before the rest of his classmates show up but you weren’t there. The room starts to fill and once the professor starts to talk he can’t help but wonder where you are. As if on cue you slip through the door and his eyes bulge.
You are wearing the lowest cut velvet track pants he’s seen and a matching skin tight zip up that rests above your navel. Your hair is thrown up haphazardly and you walk over to the professor quickly who exchanges hushed words with you before you take your seat. Michael can’t take his eyes off you and when you get up to grab the papers from the other side of the desk and he sees the word ‘juicy’ spread across your ass his mouth dries.
For the rest of the class he imagines what kind of shirt you’re wearing underneath the zip up. His mind likes to think that you’re wearing nothing under there and that if he had the chance to tug on the zipper he would be greeted by your tits. How you would make such sweet sounds if he licked and teased your nipples. Not that these things would ever happen but he loved to imagine them. He just wished he waited to start this line of thinking until he got back to his dorm. He silently readjusts in his seat and goes over his apology in his head.
He starts to lose his nerve the longer class goes on and the more curled over the desk you become as you grade. His eyes keep catching on your cleavage and the pen that you rest between your lips from time to time. Once class is dismissed he waits and walks down to the desk. He tries to calm his nerves but ends up just standing over you and staring down at you.
“Yes, Michael?” you hum not even looking up.
“I wanted to, um,” he clears his throat and you look up at him tilting your head. “I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I’m sorry.” he scrunches his brows.
“It’s okay. I figured you would say something.” you set your pen down.
“I didn’t even think you knew who I was.” he mumbles.
“You’re the only person I give A’s too. I like to think of you as my best student.” his eyes snap to yours.
“You don’t teach me anything.” his eyes darken.
“Don’t I?” you tilt your head. “Have you heard of Pavlov?” he doesn’t understand why you’re talking about some old dead psychologist. “Every time you get your paper back from me it’s always a 100/100. Even if you miss the thousandths place from time to time.” you smirk and his breath catches. “So I knew when I marked you for it the first time you would come up to me.” fuck you don’t know if you should’ve said that. It was an insane thought when you had the idea for your paper but you figured if anyone would’ve appreciated the thought behind it it would be him.
“You used classical fucking conditioning on me?” he looks at you baffled and amused.
“Does it make it better if I say I’m using this for a paper?” you definitely shouldn’t have said anything. “But I won’t use your name or anything. It’ll be totally anonymous. I didn’t mean anything by it. I wanted the excuse to talk to you.” he listens to you ramble and decides you’re fucking crazy. But you did all of this to talk to him? He wishes he would’ve come up with something as clever and thoughtful. Did he really just think you conditioning him was thoughtful? “Michael?” your soft voice snaps him back to you.
“Why do you want to talk to me?” he looks you over.
“Because you’re smart and I have a thing for cute nerds.” you bite your lip and his eyes catch the motion.
“Is this a joke? Another thing for your paper?” he studies you skeptically.
“Choosing you was self indulgent.” you shake your head. “And whatever you want as compensation stays out of the paper.” you feel your cheeks flush at your boldness.
“My compensation?” his mouth dries out thinking of all of the possibilities.
“Technically it’s the reward in the scenario.” his head spins as you continue with this ridiculous psychology analogy. “It used to be the constant 100/100 even with miniscule mistakes. Now it can be,” you fingers grab your sweater zipper and he swears his heart stops. “What would you like your reward to be? Hm?” you lower it and he watches as he’s only greeted by more skin. The door starts to open and you zip your sweater back up.
“Come back to my dorm.” his voice a plea. You’re pushing your chair back in an instant. “Really?” he watches you pack your bag.
“Really.” you nod your head. You grab his hand and look up to him expectantly. “Lead the way.” he all but drags you down the halls. You chuckle, matching his quick pace, the anticipation settling as a warmth in between your thighs. You come to a stop in front of a door and he looks down at you, chewing his lip.
“You’re serious?” he searches your eyes.
“Very.” you lick your lower lip and he opens the door. You figured his dorm would be more neat but all of the papers and books spread around also add up. “Do you have a roommate?” you watch him lock the door and walk over to you.
“No.” he shakes his head as he stops directly in front of you. He grabs your bag and sets it on the chair next to his. “Can I touch you?” you smile at his red cheeks.
“I would like that.” his fingers are tugging your zipper down and his mouth waters as your tits spill out.
He stares at your hardening nipples before bringing his hands up to engulf your chest. He takes your hard buds between his thumb and pointer fingers and rolls them, relishing in the soft whimpers that fall from your lips. He dips down and flicks his tongue against one of your nipples causing you to press closer to his mouth. He sucks the peak into his mouth and begins to lash his tongue against it. He kisses across your chest to your other nipple and you whine when his hot mouth encases it offering it the same attention.
“These are more perfect than I imagined.” he murmurs against your chest. Your fingers brush through his hair as he sucks at you and he looks up to you taking in your blown pupils. He tugs the sweater the rest of the way off and stands up looking down at you. “Can I keep going?” you nod your head quickly.
“Please,” you step closer to him and he walks you over to his bed. “I’m here for you Michael. Do whatever you want to me. I want you.” his knees threaten to give out. There are things he’s only dreamed about doing to an actual girl and now you’re here just for him. He lays you back on his bed, eyes watching your exposed tits the whole time.
“You’re sure?” he watches you nod your head quickly. He slowly pulls the tie on your pants and you lift your hips for him to pull them off. He groans when he’s greeted by your glistening cunt. “Are you always bare like this?” he looks up, enjoying your blush.
“No.” you shake your head as his fingers run up your thighs spreading them. “I was running late.” your breath catches as he runs his thumbs up the sides of your slit. “Mikey.” you whine and he repeats the action watching your face spread with pleasure.
He’s never done this before and he refuses to admit that. Sure he’s indulged in adult films and magazines but nothing could have prepared him for you spread out and trembling on his bed for him. You dig into the sheets as he spreads you more before dipping down. There’s no fucking way this nerd is about to eat you out right? Michael looks you over, quickly deciding the small bud at the apex is your clit and flicks his tongue against it and the sounds that leave your mouth tell him he was right.
“Yes, fuck Mikey, yes.” his tongue flicks faster and he looks up watching you arch off the bed. Your fingers bury in his hair holding him against you and you let out a soft squeak as his metal frames press against your skin. He’s licking at you so feverishly your hips start to roll against his face. “Mm, please,” you gasp as your stomach tightens. Your legs squeeze around his head as you arch off the bed holding onto him as you come undone. It tears through you so unexpectedly that you’re left gasping. You never would’ve thought he could do that.
“How are you feeling?” he looks up at your still shaking body. He hopes he doesn’t sound too desperate for your approval but he needs to know if he did that right and if you liked it. He watches you gather your thoughts and starts to press his lips against your body as he scoots up. His wraps his lips around your nipple and you whine holding him closer.
“You’re making me feel so good.” he smiles at your breathy words as he teases your peak with his teeth. “Will you fuck me? Please Mikey.” you push your chest up into him and he kisses over to your other nipple. He wants to fuck you so badly but he needs to spend some time with your tits. He’s so hard that he knows the second his cock touches your juices he’ll burst.
“In a minute. Have some patience.” he clicks his tongue before pulling your nipple between his teeth. The soft sounds coming out of your mouth are not helping him calm down but he can’t get enough of them. You start to claw his sweater off and he lifts off to pull it the rest of the way off. Your fingers are quickly at his button and when you shove your hand down his pants he freezes. You smile as you wrap your fingers around his length and watch his cheeks flush.
“Let me make you feel good too.” when your thumb swipes against his leaking tip he clenches his jaw using all of his restraint not to come all over your hand. He wants to say something but he doesn’t want you to think he’s too inexperienced. “You can come Mikey. I’ll wait until you get hard again. I have all day.” you lean up and press your lips to his neck as you slowly stroke him.
“I’m not gonna last.” he says through his teeth. You watch his stomach flex as you tighten your grip and you suck harshly on his shoulder. “Fuck.” he twitches in your hand and his come starts to coat your fingers. He watches you pull your hand out with low lids and bring your fingers to your mouth. He feels himself start to harden already as you slowly lick at your fingers.
“Finish taking off your pants.” you whine tugging at the material. He stands up and gets nervous suddenly and scrunches his brows. “Do you need me to help you?” you get off the bed and get to your knees in front of him.
You start to tug them down and he chews his lip staring down at you as he kicks them the rest of the way off. Your hands reach for his hardening cock and he groans as your fingers wrap around him and you place soft kisses on the underside. He watches you with a heaving chest as you suck him into your mouth. If you keep this up he won’t be able to last long. You look up at him and he pulls you off.
“I need to fuck you.” he pulls you up and gets you back onto the bed. He settles between your thighs and you pull him down to your lips. He’s surprised you’d want to kiss him too, any of this. When you move your hips his tip slides up your slit and you whimper.
“Please,” you writhe beneath him. He lines himself up at your entrance and starts to push into you. He stills when he’s fully settled inside of you. The warmth and tightness of you is the most exquisite thing he’s ever felt. “More.” your soft plea has him beginning to rock his hips.
He watches your tits bounce with every thrust and he leans down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Your legs wrap around his hips as he rocks into you and he’s focusing on you to prolong his own pleasure or this would’ve been done within seconds. Your soft gasps mixed with his name have his hips moving quicker.
“Yes, Mikey,” you whine, feeling your pleasure start to coil. You know he might blush over it but you want to come around him and you need him to do one more thing. You grab his hand and bring it down between your thighs. “Please,” a soft word and he understands immediately.
“I’m sorry,” his hips falter along with his demeanor.
“No, you feel so fucking good I just want more. More please.” he pushes into you with new vigor as he starts to circle his thumb on your bud. “Mikey,” you cry out and he watches your face scrunch in pleasure. The second he feels you start to pulse around him he’s spilling inside of you. His hips softly grind into you as he fills you with his pleasure and the whimpers spilling from your mouth are making his high last forever.
“You said you have all day?” he looks down at you panting.
“I do.” you bite your lip as you feel him start to pull out.
“Can I fuck you again?” he searches your eyes. “If you liked it of course. I should’ve-
“You can fuck me for as long as you can stay hard.” you smile as he presses his lips to yours.
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MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH i shifted last night!!!!
i js wanted to say that in the past (specifically after shifttok), i overcomplicated it WAYYYYY too much. like, drinking 9 cups of water and making sure my room was spotless, and laying in a starfish position all night and counting down from 300 until i got to my dr type stuff.
and i AM NOT saying WHATSOEVERRR that people can’t do it like that because you can shift any way! just personally, whenever i did a hundred step method, i would focus more on the act of shifting rather than the fact that i was already there.
after a very long break, your account helped me simplify it again so thank you, because i actually most likely would have given up otherwise.
This one almost made me emotional…
I’m SO proud of you, I hope you’ll get the best out of your experiences and have fun, remember you’re limitless.
I’m truly glad I was able to help you in some way or another, that is a big goal of mine, so hearing that you appreciate my words and got help to succeed really makes me happy.
So thank you for telling me,
have fun in this new chapter!
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Metamy? Please 🥺?
(I'm curious how you would write these two as a couple!)
I always struggle to write purely romance, so here- have a drabble where Sonic points out the irony of Amy's choice in partner, for better or for worse.
Weird Pick, Don't You Think?
Sonic shrugged from his seat on the couch, before getting up and stretching his legs. “I mean, Ames, I’m glad that you stopped chasing me and found someone who gets you, but it still is just a little weird that you went for my copy instead.”
“He’s not a copy of you.” Amy replied.
“Metal Sonic. Sure. Whatever you say-”
“He’s not a copy! He’s his own person, and I won’t hear you talk that way about him anymore.” Amy snapped.
“You’re right, you’re right, I’m sorry.” Sonic stopped where he stood. “I didn’t mean to imply that he wasn’t. I’m glad he’s put the work in to have a personality outside of murder.”
“Good.” Amy crossed her arms.
“Still, you gotta admit, it is pretty funny that you ended up with-”
She stood from the couch. “Would you stop that?!”
“Woah, woah, seriously, I didn’t mean it that way.”
“Don’t you get it? He’s everything I wanted you to be!”
Sonic’s mouth snapped shut.
“He’s quiet and thoughtful and patient! He writes me poetry. He gets me roses because he knows I like them and sets up dinner dates to spoil me. He’s letting me teach him how to bake and even though he gets frustrated that he’s not good at it right away, he’s not overly competitive about everything all the time! He loves hearing me talk about my ‘girly stuff’ like clothes and tarot and he has so much patience with me whenever I get like, like,” she gestured to herself, “like this!”
Tears burned in the corners of her eyes when Sonic didn’t move, didn’t even blink in response.
He eventually pointed to the kitchen. “Want some water?”
“Well?” She replied.
“I’m sorry. For everything.”
“Except it’s not your fault that you’re not all that. You’re not all that. That’s not you.” Amy choked back her tears. “And it’s not fair for me to want that from you, so I found someone who could.”
Sonic looked at her, then to the door. But he didn’t run. “Yeah, yeah, I mean, I guess. . . that makes sense.”
“It’s not that you aren’t, aren’t like that at all, not that you don’t have patience because obviously you do because you’re still here even though I’m yelling at you.”
“Here, I’ll get us some water. Be right back, I promise.”
Three seconds later, he returned with two paper cups from Tails’ kitchen. He set one down on the coffee table. She picked it up and took a sip. She then took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry-”
“-I’m sorry.”
They paused and looked at each other.
“I’ll go first. I’m sorry. I’ll stop joking about it. I didn’t realize it bothered you so much.” Sonic said.
“Okay. And I’m sorry. You’re still my friend.”
“I’m glad.”
“But yeah, it was pretty rude. Thanks for the apology.”
He gave a small, close-lipped smile. “Honestly though, jokes aside, I’m really glad that you found someone who makes you happy.”
“Thank you.” She smiled in return.
Sonic once again glanced to the door, before pausing. “Do you want a perfectly platonic make-up hug?”
“Huh?”
“I know how much you like hugging our other friends, so if you want a hug, I’ll give you one?”
“Thanks, but, I also know how much you don’t like hugs. How about a handshake instead?”
He rubbed the back of his quills before extending his hand. She took it, and they shook.
“I can picture it already!” Sonic grinned. “The lovely bride, Amy, walking down the aisle. . .”
“Maybe not for a while yet. I don’t want to rush anything.”
“Amy Rose? Not rushing into a relationship?”
She playfully swatted his hand away. “Oh, stop that!”
They smiled at each other.
#amy rose#sonic the hedgehog#metamy#sort of an indirect discussion of metamy but metamy nonetheless#sonic and amy are good platonic buds#but like any friendship there can be some rough patches sometimes
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i requested this and i'm absolutely in tears as well as obsessed with this !! they are so sweet are u kidding me :'(( protective!ellie has my absolute heart !
i adore this so much ty for doing my request love <333
oh my gosh i will cry!!!!!! i’m so happy you like it!!!!
i loved ur request so much it was so fun to write and the idea was so cute!!! <3
literally melting thank you so much I’m so happy that you like it 💞💞
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IM SOOOO SCAREDDDDDDD AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😰😨😰
#this cannot be real.#if they do n and ghetsis like this. i am going to end up on the news#also they really only call him ‘boss’ in the boxes????#what. are they gonna call n ‘king’. ghetsis ‘sage’. lol#anyway i got this stuff recommended to me randomly today#are the data harvesting powers that be aware that cyrus got hit with an autism diagnosis and i’ve been posting about it#ahhhh platinum supremacy i am so. happy i listened to everyone#and i’m glad my family had the game#but uh these plot events play out much differently in platinum from diamond and pearl lol#lot of this dialogue is new to me i’m like huh….#pokémon#dppt#it is funny though i will say#like if you were a new fan trying to get into this? tragic.#if you’re a returning fan here for a good time? it is entertaining
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This is some hater shit
#like the#don’t really care for the mean girl attitudes a lot of these other girls had it made me not like them or want to support idc#if you’re as asshole towards other black girls then idc about you so I’m still glad#happy for glo for blowing up the way that she did#rambling#we gotta let the sexxy reds and city girls go sorry 🏃🏾♀️🏃🏾♀️🏃🏾♀️ idc how that sounds#even outside of me being biased since I never liked her and her duo to begin with#it’s like if you’re a fan of someone you don’t have to bash others to lift your favs up….. it’s like why do you care if someone else is#doing well and your fav is not or is being pushed to the wayside like man idc#I’m not even a Stan or anything like I like a lot of these rap girlies a normie amount if I’m being real…#but I’ll never understand Stan culture fr
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