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velnoni · 8 months ago

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Jesus, I LOVE how you interpret ford. Can NOT emphasize how much I enjoyed reading ur hcs for demi!ford! (and then I also have a much more personal appreciation as someone who’s prob demi. so, I’m excitedly shaking your shoulders a little.)

So how would things progress romantically for demi!Ford and reader, building off ur last set of hcs??

It's so nice to hear this, honestly 💓 and ofc, I'm glad you can enjoy these hcs on a deeper level! This ask is also gonna be a long one so buckle up.

Ford x Reader Romance Headcanons

Link to previous headcanon mentioned in ask

As mentioned in the last post, the two of you would consider a romantic relationship after Ford finished traveling with his brother. Something like traveling the world for anomalies would definitely take a minimum of a year to be frank. And you genuinely missed the guy. You missed the way he fixed his glasses (why doesn't he get a new pair?), the sassiness that came with him debuking theories, and his deep voice. Work wasn't the same without him.

Seeing postcards of him and Stanley always made you happy. And sometimes you would trace his clean penmanship in the letters he would mail to you. There would be days when you would receive multiple pages consisting of findings, personal life, and so forth. And you'd do your best by updating him about the Mystery Shack, your job & your own life in return. Because it was mail, there would be delays in the messages, but nothing neither of you could handle.

As time passed, the letters continued to pile in your drawer. You couldn't help but wonder if Ford and his brother would make it home safe. How does puncing an octopus in the eye even save the day? Those twins were such rascals, you swear.

Sometimes, you will dry out flowers and spray them with a light fragrance before mailing the letters away. Flower language is a wonderful thing, and on a particular night, you placed a chrysanthemum in the mail for the twins' safety. You were sure Ford would understand immediately.

The next letter you got back had a hydrangea. At some point as the days grew longer, you'd recognize your feelings towards Ford, especially after Mabel learned one summer you were the pen pal Ford spoke so fondly of.

When the brother touched back to land, you didn't find out until a couple of days after, both twins greeting you after work. You were incredibly excited over their return, noticing the differences in their behavior and how happy they both looked. The sea did them well, especially Ford. If your eyes lingered on him for a second longer, he didn't notice, but Stan will.

When Stan retires to bed, he shoots you two a wink, you being perplexed and Ford grumbling from his chest at his brother's implications. With the two of you alone, it reminded you both of when y'all started hanging outside of work. The night consisted of jokes, bantering, stories, and one too many cans of soda.

"May I be frank with you for a moment?" he asked. You turned your head in his direction and nodded, "What is it?" Ford would look away for a moment and then clasp his hands together, playing with his fingers, a tick of his when nervous. "S-Stan had told me recently you seemed interested in me. Ahem, well, allow me to elaborate. Romantically. Typically, I don't listen to Stan's gibberish, but he pointed out some discrepancies in your behavior." You made a small show of it by looking at Ford brown eyes and the way his peppered eyebrow creased in presumed concern. Leave to Stan to catch you red-handed. You reach out for an open bottle of soda and sip on the lukewarm contents. Ford was kind enough to be frank with you, and you appreciated that, a pro from a man of science.

"Yeah well...he's not exactly wrong." You swish the soda around in the can, wishing the sloshing sound could be more distracting than Ford's lips parting in surprise. "I genuinely do like you. You're a good man and company, Stanford. Got a few skeletons in the closet, but who doesn't? You're kind, enthusiastic about your work, and you're doing your hardest to move on. It's so easy to speak to you, and I really enjoyed your letters. It made life more bearable, y'know? And yes, I also see you as cute, but that's beside the point."

You glance at Ford, noticing how the tips of his ear were beet red and gave a tiny smile of reassurance. "Look, I wasn't planning on telling you at all. If this makes you feel uncomfortable, I can—" your cut off mid sentence when the older twin raised his hand to stop you.

"I'm sorry, I—" he coughs a bit and stares at you, clearly ready to speak. You prepare yourself to be let down gently. "I...I also feel this way towards you as well." You could hear the anxiousness in his voice and see how his lips turned down.

He would continue to confess about how you were someone he didn't want to let go of. But that even though he was confident enough that he had romantic interest, he was unsure how to go about it or if he wanted to tap into the potential of such a thing. It's been so long...

You reassure him he doesn't have to do anything and that you're happy he would be so open about it towards you. You can't help but chuckle at the irony of it all— the both of you felt like teenagers. He questions you about relationships, your experience, expectations, and so forth, and you answer to the best of your ability.

In the end, you two decided to give it a go. For Ford, he would like to go slow with the dating process, preferring outings that didn't require much physical contact. This could consist of book dates, picnics, movie marathons, dinner, etc.

For the most part, this worked great, Ford is very calculating even while dating, but you hope he'll be more comfortable eventually. It would be months until Ford kisses your cheek, and if it weren't for the scratchiness of his stubble, you wouldn't have noticed. It happened after watching a movie, and you returned the kiss. Ford will shyly cup his large hand into yours.

Ford at first will overthink everything in the beginning of the relationship, wondering if he's competent enough for you or if he's asking for too much. You reassure him that's not the case but sometimes he'll worry.

He's a superstitious man at heart and would prefer for your relationship to be quiet but not out of embarrassment. Half a year will pass before he would be okay enough to cuddle with you in a bed (clothes on). The most you two would do is give small kisses and tight hugs that led into the best naps.

He's an old man, he's bringing flowers when he picks you up for date night because it's classy and he enjoys the smile on your face when you smell them. Sometimes, he will offer you a ride home as well.

Please don't play Mario Kart with him...

He likes when you give him back massages (sweater on) and will gladly return the gesture.

Arguing with him is a nightmare, though. Man is stubborn as an ox and will not listen until you both properly calmed. And even then, he has his pride to uphold—something that has to run in the Pines family. Try to bribe him with hot chocolate if there needs to be a sit down.

Are sexual encounters on the table? Yes but he'd appreciate a discussion about it and if he even feels comfy enough to do so at the moment. He's trying his best to be more open minded and honest, you're his safe place. He's the type of guy to schedule sexual intimacy and no I'm not joking, he's a stickler for time. You don't know whether to be flabbergasted or amused. Probably both.

All in all, expect a simple and healthy relationship with Ford. He's learning just like you are.

Thank you for the ask! Please like and reblog, I'd greatly appreciate it.

#gravity falls #gravity falls imagine #ford x reader #grunkle ford #ford pines #ford pines x reader #ford pines x you #standford pines #gravity falls headcanons #anon ask

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prettyboykatsuki · 10 hours ago

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FANG IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR MORE ABOUT BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS WITH SAE

you meet sae at 14

in spain, an exchange student from another country. your very first words to him come out in a very broken spanish—trying to tell him his bangs look ridiculous while you’re busy running away from the other students from your school.

sae harbors no good memories of spain. this includes you. you’re a nuisance in his side from that moment forward. not only do you force your phone number on him and manage to snatch his too - you text him all the time with nonsense updates. you speak sometimes in spanish, sometimes in english, and later—in japanese when you choose to study in highschool, to curse at him a little better. he spends the first few months running your messages through a translator, but he keeps this a secret from everyone - including you.

you’re a thorn in his side, but you met at the right time. back before sae was completely beaten down, still receptive to people coming in and out of his life.

you weren’t even especially close. not enough to be there for all the good and bad like something out of a manga. not constantly stuck together. you were more like a pen pal. or a pet he had to maintain in his phone. it wasn’t that you were so connected

it was just that - in a place where his existence and talent became meaningless, occasionally there would be some moron who would spam his phone in a hundred different texts if he took too long to text back. nothing more, nothing less.

you meet up a few times in the years sae lives in spain. once every few months, at the same cafe you met. you do most of the talking and take a million pictures. time goes by like that, with you in the constant peripherals of his life.

a connection he doesn’t want to acknowledge until he’s forced to. even as he hardens over the years, for some reason you stick around. he doesn’t want to see you as anything. he doesn’t form relationships that way. his indifference is genuine. but you’re alright

by the time you’re both 18–sae has to return to japan for a short while. and at the airport, you sob - mistakenly thinking he was moving back. he stood and watched you for a long while before smacking your head and calling you stupid.

despite that there was nothing but pure relief on your face. and his expression, for once, had a pleasant tiny smile.

it’s then that sae would acknowledge you as more than a nuisance. he refuses to call you his best friend even as the years continue. even as you turn 19, 20, 21 and as saes career blossoms and you’re the only one who ever seems to check in about his games. even though you spend holidays together and make sure you celebrate birthdays.

sae can’t close the distance. he doesn’t want to. the comfortable, accommodating relationship between you suits him. anything more would make him uncomfortable. you never push it, so he doesn’t either.

and then, at 23 - you come to sae heartbroken for the very first time.

it’s a mess. you come over sobbing, mascara running down your face with a bottle of wine in hand. it’s the first time in your almost ten years of friendship that you come to him for anything and sae lets you in. you sit down on his living room floor and sob helplessly about some guy who broke your heart. sae hadn’t even known you’d been seeing someone.

he didn’t even know you were dating. or seeing people in that way. he didnt know something about you. him, the person you text your cycle to. him, the person whose heard your opinion on every single ghibli movie ten times over. him, whose been putting up with your spam texts for a decade nearly of his life.

sae feels his heartbeat pulse for the first time. its an ugly feeling under his ribcage. throbbing and red blooded and alive. he manages to comfort you without being weird (he’s gotten good at it over the years) but you insist on sleeping at his place.

so he lets you. you sleep on the floor of his room despite him offering you the guest room. it’s the first time you stay over. just before bed, you thank him for letting you in and he thinks you’re an idiot for being thankful for that. that much is nothing.

you sleep soundly. it makes sense.

sae does not sleep. for some reason he can’t. all he does is lay down and close his eyes and feel frustrated. he thinks about how easily he let you in to his place. he thinks about all the dates you’ve been on without him knowing - surely assuming he wouldn’t care.

he shouldn’t care. if you decided that you don’t need to tell him that then sae doesn’t see a reason to push. he shouldn’t care. he never pries into your life anyhow. your relationship has always been comfortable. he puts up with you because you’re pretty alright.

no matter how much he tries to sleep, nothing lets him. he tosses and turns until the sun is almost risen.

he turns to face you where you sleep on the floor and the sun is hitting your back.

he stares and stares and stares. he thinks—if you barged in on him like this even further. if you got even closer, he’d be fine with it. if you were looking to date just to have a guy to show off, he’d be fine if you asked. if you walked in and made yourself even more comfortable and pressed on - well whatever. he might as well.

he thinks, if he knew you were wanting to date someone, he wouldve just been your boyfriend. it’d be fine. if you wanted to kiss or go on dates - sae would go with you.

he jolts. freezes when that thought crosses his mind. and he pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes shut hard and brow furrowed. suddenly frustrated.

in the confessional of dawn, sae thinks to himself just once—it’s probably a lot more than just tolerance. and it’s been that way for a long time.

it’s the first time in his life he doesn’t know what to do. what the hell does he do? what does he want to do?

he tells himself nothing. really. it’s been fine until then so why should it change.

but your phone buzzes with the number of the guy you just broke up with when he thinks and he learns quickly that’s not happening either.

he’s never felt so exasperated with something in his life. the only option is to do the one thing he’s been avoiding his entire life and make you fall for him.

it’s his turn, he figures - being the one looking stupid between you

#zero;answers #where sae;#select * from bllk;#sae x reader #THIS IS SO LONGFUCKJSHDJGMWJDJWJ #forgive me i wrote this on my phone for an hour like a LUNATIC #ill add tags later

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wildrangers · 8 months ago

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This Town is Fake, But You're the Real Thing // Matt Smith

This is based on an anon ask from a few weeks ago requesting a story with Matt and a HOTD costar with an age gap. For context, reader is just shy of 30 to Matt's 41. It ended up being longer than expected but that's not shocking🙂

Tropes & Topics: miscommunication, mutual pining, will they/won't they, age gap, resolved angst, fluffy end

Word Count: 2.8K

You’d been dreading and anticipating this filming day for weeks now. You’d been cast as Alys in Season 2 of House of the Dragon and anxiety has been your primary emotion since you received the news. On the obvious side, the show’s massive and will ideally propel your career forward with dizzying speed after toiling away for a decade on small projects. A less obvious, more personal element of the matter is your equally long crush on Matt Smith. You’d first seen him as Doctor Who when you were a teen and you’d become madly infatuated. You nearly drove yourself mad while waiting for filming to start, trying to get your emotions under control before stepping on set. It helped and hurt that he’s such a lovely person in real life.

Within a week of signing your contract, a beautiful gift basket had arrived at your door. You’d curiously brought it inside and nearly dropped the champagne bottle when you found the note: Cheers to being scene partners soon! Can’t wait, Matt. Your first course of action was to tear into the chocolate covered strawberries and your second was to frantically call your manager to yell at her for hiding this surprise from you. You’d sent back a thank you note, which is how, somehow, you two became pen pals in the months leading up to filming.

In your letters, you two discussed the show and your ideas for your character’s relationship dynamics all while Matt kindly provided guidance when you shared your anxieties about joining such a well-respected and beloved show. By the time you arrived on set, you felt more settled–Matt would be a professional support and colleague, your childish crush left in the past. After all, you’d had feelings for your teenage self’s idea of who Matt Smith was. This Matt is real, kind, your coworker, and 12 years your senior.

All of this logic dissipated when you heard his painfully familiar voice calling your name across the set you were exploring before filming began. He quickly approached you, grinning broadly as he pulled you into a warm hug. You, thankfully, recovered your senses swiftly, returning his hug before somehow carrying on a normal conversation with him. Several months into filming now, that first day is a blur but you’d left a good enough first impression that you two became close throughout shooting.

You clung to your logic, desperately fighting back the crush that was rapidly developing into actual feelings throughout this time. Your chemistry on set was palpable and mercurial but in your trailers or sharing a drink after work, your relationship was filled with laughter, stimulating conversation, and affection. You’d bonded over your love for horror movies, jokingly plotting one to star in together in the future. You respected him, this project, and yourself too much to risk all that you’d built for a relic from your teenagedom.

Or, at least that’s what you repeat in your mind as you pace nervously in your trailer, practicing your lines quietly to yourself. Today’s scene is the last for you two to shoot and it’s by far the most daunting for you mentally. Alys and Daemon have a tense relationship, clearly drawn together despite Daemon’s suspicions and Alys’ blurry intentions. This scene is the culmination of that tension and while nothing physically occurs between them, an emotional vulnerability is needed for it to be satisfying for the viewers.

You hear a knock on your door as the PA summons you to set. You take a deep, steadying breath before following her onto the lot. Harrenhal’s lot is constantly damp and by the time you’re on the actual set, your dress is clinging uncomfortably to you.

“There she is! How are you feeling, love?” Matt questions, squeezing your shoulders soothingly.

“Nervous, you?” you admit and his smile turns downward.

“What’s making you nervous? How can I help?”

“It just feels like a big scene, that’s all.”

“Darling, we’ve done so many big scenes. What else is going on?” he pushes and you sigh, nervously fidgeting with the ends of your wig.

“I guess it’s weird this is it, you know? It’s been months of us working together and after today we’re basically done. It’s daunting, I want to make sure the relationship feels right at its conclusion for the season.”

“It will, I promise. You’re brilliant and we’ve worked so hard to cultivate this dynamic–we know exactly what to do together, yeah?”

“But do we?” you question and immediately regret it. His brows furrowed as you kick yourself for letting your confused personal feelings get in the way of the work. “Never mind, I’m just psyching myself out. You’re right, as always.”

Matt opens his mouth to reply but the director calls you to your marks and all you can do is squeeze his hand before going to your spot, closing your eyes and banishing yourself from your mind–you are Alys, he is Daemon, you two are fighting because tensions are coming to a head.

You two do several takes but something feels off. You’re both hitting your lines and your marks but there’s something missing, which you’re obsessively trying to solve as shooting’s paused for lunch. As you finish up your smorgasbord of snacks, your favorite craft service meal, Matt approaches, his eyes focused on you.

“Everything okay?”

“Do you trust me?” he asks, his eyes tunneling into yours with an intensity you’ve never seen from him off camera.

“Of course” you reply without hesitation and he nods.

“I’m doing a slight improv, will you follow my lead?”

“Of course” you repeat, just as the director calls you back to set.

Your nerves have returned but you’re eager to see Matt’s idea play out–you’ve both improved different moments over the course of filming and they often lead to your best takes.

The director calls action and your lines repeat as they have all day long. You’re lost in the moment, noting Matt approaching you much more closely than previously. This must be it–he wants more physical tension in the scene and you kick yourself for not thinking of it yourself. Suddenly, Matt’s hands roughly grab your arms pulling your chests flush together.

Your gasp is real, as is the way your own hands rise to grip his shoulders as he towers over you. Your Alys brain kicks in and you switch to struggling against him, eager to get away from this man who could easily overpower you.

“Don’t leave” he breathes out quietly, a line not in the script, his eyes earnest and glossy with emotion.

“You know as well as I why I must, no matter what we may…sense in one another” you ad-lib and though it fits Alys’ intentions, your own desires easily bleed through.

“And what is it you sense in me?”

“Danger…lust” you sigh, eyes instinctually dropping to his mouth. Your heart’s in your throat, this is the most you two have leaned into the characters’ sexual tension. “And what do you see within me?”

“Temptation…damnation” he replies fervently. You two hold each other’s gaze and you feel your eyes growing misty as are Matt’s before you. He begins to lean in and as much as you desperately want to give in, Alys would never, so you forcefully push your hands into his chest until a few feet separate you.

Your breathing is labored, your face feels flushed, and you nearly forget the final scripted line that concludes the scene, “I told you you’d die in this castle, Daemon…I refuse to die with you.”

A single tear escapes Daemon’s eyes and you turn on your heels, head high as you leave the room before the director yells “Cut! Holy shit you two, thank god we had coverage on both of you. That was perfect. I’m going to call Ryan to review the changes but that was brilliant. Hang tight for a few minutes, okay?”

You nod, dizzy with emotion. You can’t force yourself to look in Matt’s direction, the vulnerability and intensity of the scene making you feel exposed. Instead, you stumble over to craft services asking for a mug of tea to settle your nerves. You take a deep swig and feel some of the tension leave your shoulders but the butterflies in your stomach refuse to follow their lead. You hear someone approaching and know before you hear his deep voice saying your name that it’s Matt.

“Are you okay? Was that too much?” he questions and you force yourself to turn around.

“I’m fine, it was brilliant.”

“Then why do you look so shaken?” he questions, hands going to rest on your shoulders, as they have countless times over the last few months. You find yourself stepping out of his hold, feeling too raw to stomach being touched right now. Your thoughts are racing and your heart is pounding and being this close to him is too much.

“It was just intense, that’s all.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” he agrees, his eyes boring into your face despite your refusal to meet his gaze. You simply nod, taking another sip of tea.

“It felt real” you breath out and immediately regret it. “Sorry, that’s silly, I didn’t mean…” you trail off, unsure how to express all that you’re thinking and feeling right now.

“I don’t think it’s silly” he replies quietly and you shut your eyes. You have to be imagining things, he can’t possibly be admitting to feeling similarly to you; it’s impossible, for countless reasons. You’re saved from responding by the director calling you back to set and you quickly walk past Matt, mug firmly in your grip as you try to steady yourself to appear professional.

“Ryan loved it guys, that’s a wrap on Daemon and Alys at Harrenhal for season two!” he cheers and the crew bursts into claps and whistles. You force a smile and express your gratitude towards the director and crew before quickly excusing yourself to your trailer, not waiting around to see what Matt has to say to everyone.

Your team must feel your anxious energy because they get you out of costuming, hair, and makeup in record time. You say your farewells, frantically getting into one of the waiting cars that will whisk you away to your hotel. You regret, on some level, not saying goodbye to Matt but you promise yourself you’ll text him in the morning and meet for breakfast.

As the elevator rises you text Emma, Hey, crazy day, room service together tonight?

You toss your phone on the bed without waiting for a reply, peeling off your clothes and jumping in the shower. You just need to wash this day away. Once you feel yourself fully reinhabiting your body again, you turn off the water, dry yourself, and do your skincare before changing into sweats. A knock sounds from your door and you feel more tension leaving your body as you go to answer it, assuming you’ll find Emma on the other side.

Your heart stutters when you’re instead met by Matt’s anxious gaze, his hands feverishly running through his hair. “Matt?”

“You just left” he replies, voice tight with an emotion you can’t place.

“I…I was tired, I just wanted to unwind” you say, offering this half truth. His intense stare makes you fear you aren’t convincing him.

“Can I come in, please? Just for a moment. I can’t help but feel like I did something wrong.”

You nod shallowly, stepping to the side before closing the door behind him. An awkward silence descends and you perch nervously on the foot of your bed. Your phone buzzes beside you and you glance over to see their reply Can’t sorry, I’ve got a night shoot–tomorrow?

“Do you need to get that?” Matt’s voice draws you back to the moment in front of you and you watch as he paces the floor.

“No, Matt, but can you please sit down? You’re making me nervous.”

“I’m sorry, I just…I keep replaying that final take and what you said afterwards and how you disappeared and I can’t help but feel like I’ve crossed a line or upset you.”

“Matt, you heard the director, it was a brilliant move. It worked beautifully, why would that upset me?”

“Because it felt real” he replies and you freeze at your own words repeated back to you. “But it couldn’t have been, could it? We were both in wigs and calling each other different names.”

You don’t know what to say so Matt plows ahead, “Not when we’re friends and colleagues and I’m old enough to be your father.”

You're surprised by the snort that erupts from you, “Matt, that’s a little dramatic. You are not old enough to be my father for Christ’s sake.”

“Well I’m certainly too old to be your partner” he replies quietly, finally stopping his pacing with his back to you. “Far too old to kid myself into thinking you’d be interested in me that way.”

You freeze, your breath stolen from your chest at his words. “Matt?” you question tentatively, rising to place a gentle hand on his shoulder blade but he moves from your touch.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. See? I knew this was stupid and unprofessional and putting you in an uncomfortable position and I value our friendship but still went ahead and blew it up and–”

“Matt” you say firmly and he turns at the stern tone of your voice. His eyes are sad as they meet yours and the slump of his shoulders is so un-Matt-like that it breaks your heart a little. You step forward and place your hand to his cheek, a thrill racing through you as he closes his eyes, nuzzling into your touch. You stay like that for a moment, each of you seemingly nervous to break this fragile moment. Finally, he releases a deep breath and his hands land on your hips as his eyes open again. “This isn’t a good idea.”

“Why?” he questions, stepping closer until your bodies are flush together.

You raise your other hand, gently moving a strand of hair out of his face, “Because I’m just…me and you’re…you’re you, Matt, and you’ll realize that quickly. You’ll also realize that even though I seem to have my life together, I’m ultimately just shy of 30 and still trying to figure shit out. You’re settled, you know who you are and what you want. I can’t offer you the same in return and that’s unfair.”

Your admission hangs in the air between you for a long moment, “But you’d want to? If I told you I’m not remotely concerned about anything you just said?”

“I would but only if you believe me when I tell you I think what you said before is bullshit too.”

He smiles fondly at you, his calloused thumb rising to skim your cheekbone down to your chin, before raising to faintly trace the shape of your mouth. Your heart’s in your throat as you rise on your toes slightly, offering your parted lips to him in offering. His hand curls into your hair as he painstakingly slowly joins your lips together.

Your heart settles at the rightness of the kiss, the care with which he handles you. He allows you to lead the way, your mouths learning the feel of each other before you brush your tongue against his mouth which he gladly opens to you. As your tongues twine, you surrender to the moment, fully leaning your weight into him as you pull him as close as humanly possible. He returns your eagerness with his own and you’re pleased at the soft groan that falls from his lips into yours. When you finally pull away, he drops his forehead to yours as you catch your breaths that mingle in the air between you.

The peaceful moment stretches onward, neither of you wanting to end it. However, your stomach finally does as it rumbles loudly causing Matt to laugh. “I always tell you, just snacking all day is not enough, darling.”

“It’s not snacking, it’s a personalized charcuterie board” you protest, chuckling at this long-standing disagreement.

“Room service? I can’t bear the thought of not being within two feet of you the rest of the night” he says and you nod, chuckling at his admission.

“First Omen?” you question and he scoffs, pulling you onto the bed with him as he grabs the remote.

“Absolutely not, we’re watching the original first” he insists and you hum your assent, curling into his side and you’re struck by how natural it feels. “Youth, these days” he sighs, jokingly.

“You really know how to ruin a moment, don’t you Matthew?”

His only response is to giggle and place a soft kiss to your temple before picking up the phone to order you both a feast.

Matt taglist (message or comment to be added!): @slayraxes-blogs @littlehorrorlover @decaffeinatedparadisepost

Side note: Part Three of my ongoing Matt series is written, I'm just editing and planning what comes next before posting

#matt smith #house of the dragon #matt smith imagine #matt smith x reader #matt smith fanfiction #matt smith fic #matt smith blurb #asked and answered!

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reverieblondie · 1 year ago

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Neighbors

Chapter 4: Via the Window

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Eludes to voyeurism kink but nothing explicit.

Summary: It's time you thank Spider-Man properly...

A/N: I hope you enjoy the update! Hoping to get these out more frequently!

Word Count: 2,392

‘If I shut my blinds you won’t know where to come get your thank you.’

‘Thank me how’?

‘Come by Monday night and find out?’

‘I will swing by then’

Your Sunday has been spent in two ways. One you had taken the time to get ready for your first week of school. Write out your schedule and figure out what buildings your classes would be in. Best to prepare for your first day to eliminate any surprises that could occur. Two, and far more nerve-wracking; you kept talking with Spider-Man through notes via your window. At the time leaving notes and checking every few hours for a new message from your pen pal was an exciting experience. It was a thrill to get a new message when you weren't even able to catch a glimpse of him! How could he even be that sneaky?

Well now it’s Monday and you're having to reflect on your messages…

You said you wanted to thank him, but now that it's Monday you find yourself playing with the last note he left you. You're still trying to wrack your brain for ideas, but you can’t sit and stir forever. You have a big day ahead! As you're getting ready to leave for school you're double, triple checking that you have your things and that you look decent. Going from the living room to your bedroom, back to the living room to the bathroom like a madman. Once you scramble into the kitchen to make a bottle of water, it clicks. Turning towards your admittedly out-of-date oven the brilliant idea hits, cookies!

Who doesn’t like cookies? Maybe it's a bit old-fashioned or maybe he doesn’t like sweets, but it's the thought that counts right? Just a nice thankful gesture right? Well, there are other thankful gestures you could do for him…But you quickly shake away the thought, you don’t even really know him best not to cross any boundaries; not yet at least.

Getting your mind off of…activities you check your phone and see that you need to leave, don’t want to risk being late on your first day. Doing one last run you check yourself and your things. Before you exit your apartment you find yourself going to your window on pure impose, checking it one last time before you leave. A part of you wishes you would see him swinging by like he's checking on you but you know you won’t catch him.

Walking out of your apartment you look over to Peter's apartment. You haven’t seen him since your moment together in the laundry room. Admittedly you take your time locking your door for the off chance Peter would be leaving his apartment at the same time as you. Though you quickly come to find that your day is not going to start with seeing a brave hero or your annoyingly cute neighbor, that's not going to be a damper on your day. Walking to school making sure to stay out of the bike lane you open your phone and start looking up cookie recipes.

As expected the first day of classes was nothing more than a lot of info dumping about the class and all the materials needed to be successful in the class. Yes, it is easy to just sit and listen but that doesn’t mean it's any less tiring to have to go through. Taking a stretch you feel your muscles stretch and hear your bones softly popping. Just have to go to the store then you can get your little thank you gift for spidy going. The thought of seeing him leaves a giddy feeling to swell in your stomach. But that is soon interrupted when you see a familiar face walking past.

Well, well if it isn't your odd neighbor, of course he didn’t mention you two go to the same university, typical…

“Peter!”, you call out

In an instant, he's stopping and turning to meet your eyes with a somewhat surprised look on his face, though there is a slight hint of a smile on the corners of his lips. You quickly approach him making your way past the swarm of other exhausted college students.

“You know this is starting to get a bit frequent, first the elevator, then the laundry room, now here. Are you following me?” He teases with an annoyingly adorable smile.

“Yeah, if I’m going to stalk anyone it would be a celebrity, not my random neighbor.”

“You would stalk someone? Bad girl…”

The teasing nickname sends a rush over your spine but you must resist, he's insufferable…and adorable…dammit.

Ignoring the comment you kept the conversation moving, “You know most people mention if they go to the same school as someone else they know.”

He shrugs, “True, but that kills the fun of you having to figure it out.”

“Oh, so fun Pete”

“You're welcome. Are you done for the day?”

“Yeah, I was heading home, well going to go to the store then home.”

Peter smiles as he adjusts his backpack, “I was also heading home, you want some company for the trip?” - Well isn't this a friendly change?

“Sure.”

Now you have eggs and sugar, but chocolate chips, flour, brown sugar, and vanilla extract you need to buy. Just to find them is the issue, this store Peter took you to is different from the one you have started to get accustomed to. Peters runs off to grab something, leaving you to wander down the aisles by yourself, so much for his company...

As you browse down the aisle something catches your eye and it's staring in your direction. Two men seem to be whispering and glancing in your direction. You turn to see if they are looking behind you but nothing seems to be odd enough to catch any attention. Facing them again you see they have slid closer and you're starting to feel nervous that it may be you that is catching their attention, but why?

Is there something on your face? Are they staring at your basket? Are you doing something wrong? You're starting to become uneasy as you do your best to just ignore them. They are whispering amongst themselves and you just keep your eyes forward, just ignore them, and let them walk past you.

As the men start to walk in your direction a sudden warmth then wraps around you for a second you're frightened but as you look to see who has their arm wrapped around you you see Peter's striking profile.

“There you are, did you find all the ingredients?”

You look at him confused and he just winks before holding you tighter, sliding his hands to hold you in a hug as his chin rests on your shoulder. The feeling sends a rush down your spine. It's all so quick and confusing, why is he holding you? Did he see you were nervous? Turning you see Peter staring at the two men who had been approaching you up. But now seeing that Peter is with you they quickly scurry away.

Once they are gone Peter's warmth leaves you and there is a zipping of your bag and things start to click.

With a smirk, Peter ruffles your hair and you glare at him.

“You need to pay attention before you get pickpocketed.”

Swatting away his hands he smiles before grabbing your basket and heading towards the register. You bite back a smile and take a second to fix your hair before following him.

“You know I could have carried my bags”

“No, no, it's fine. If my aunt May found out I walked home with someone without helping with the groceries I might just get disowned.”

“Oh? Is that where you learned to be so chivalrous?” you say mockingly as you unlock your door.

After a little effort with the old lock, you get the door open and gesture for Peter to step in. As he steps inside and you see him looking around you realize he's the first guest you have had in your apartment. Taking the groceries from him you start putting away things you don’t need and taking out the things you do.

“You keep staring around at the place, are you not impressed by my decorating skills?”

“Actually smarty pants, I am impressed, might need you to come over and help me with my place. You even managed to get the mildew smell out.”

You smile then turn on your oven with a turn to the old dial, “I charge by the hour and am very bossy. I will warn you”

Peter's eyes flash with mischief, “I wouldn't mind that…”

Folding your arms over your chest you look at him confused, is he flirting? Peter's confidence starts to falter as he rubs the back of his neck trying to ignore the budding tension in the small kitchen. Looking at your counter he sees all the ingredients out.

“Making something?” -smooth change the subject

“I am, just some cookies for a…Friend?” that is technically what you are doing…but can you call Spider-man a friend? You two are friendly but friends? Before you can get wrapped up in thought Peter is speaking up.

“Friend? Judging from how you say it, I assume you two are very close.”

Start to take out your measuring cups and recipe. You roll your eyes at him, “He's a new friend, well acquaintance…”

Peter eyes your hands as you start to place everything down. His eyes on you are starting to make you slightly nervous…but in a good way…where it feels like a rush, “I'm an acquaintance and neighbor.”

“Well, he helped me with something.”

“Um, I carried your groceries and took care of a spider for you.”

“I thought you were carrying my groceries so you wouldn't be disowned, and if I recall you called me dramatic about the spider.”

Peter thinks for a moment before snapping his fingers, “Playful banter between friends.”

Wow, he wants cookies. Letting out a sigh you look at his smirking face trying not to smile. “Do you like chocolate chip?”

“That's my favorite.” -of course it is…

Peter then gives you one more smile before grabbing his bag to leave. “Well, I will leave you to it. Thank you.”

“Oh get cookies then leave?”

“I have a deadline, unfortunately, those spider-man pictures won’t edit themselves”

The mention of the hero's name causes you to perk up, as Peter is heading towards the door you muster up the courage to ask him about it. “Do you think maybe I could see some of your pictures sometime?”

Peter adjusted his bag on his shoulder opening the door, “Bring the cookies and you can look through all my photos. Later.”

Carefully you tie a neat blue bow on the bag to make sure it stays closed. Finally, you got the cookies done and to your credit, they are probably the best cookies you have ever made. Thank you internet for all the baking tips!

Looking out the window you see it is very late and it's time to get ready for bed after all your hard work. Stepping into your room you go to shut the curtains so you can get changed, but as you go to shut the curtains you have a stray thought…what if he's watching out there…swallowing your dry throat you keep the curtain open and turn your back to your window. He said he would be by later… it's later…

With trembling hands, you lift your shirt over your head dropping it to the floor as you shake your hair out.

Is he out there…

Sliding your hands down your body you start undoing your pants slowly, your body feels hot and you can feel your face flushing to a bright red as you strip down to your underwear, closing your eyes you go to slide down your panties.

The thought of his gloved hands roaming across your skin, the feeling of his weight and warmth pushed against you, stomach tying into knots and with a deep breath you open your eyes looking over your shoulder, and you see…

Nothing…

Whipping your hand down your face you quickly grab your pajamas and put them on. What were you doing stripping like he would be watching…Ugh, that is so embarrassing! You don’t know him and here you are getting horny like a fangirl, get a grip on yourself! You need to start meeting more people so you stop fantasizing about superheroes… maybe Peter has friends…or maybe Peter…

No! Not crossing that line, he's the only person you know in this city you can’t go mucking that up! No way! Off limits!

Walking to the kitchen you look at the two bags of cookies, Peters you will drop off tomorrow. A smile stretches to your lips, you two have become something akin to friends. It's a relief to have him not hate your guts still snarky though…but funny. Maybe you will run into him at school again…

Turning to the other back you feel your heart race increase, Spidys cookies… You hope that he enjoys these. There is the chance he might find this as a lame gift, you can only imagine what kinds of gifts he receives after saving people. Have others made him treats? Giving him money? Presents? Something else…would he want that…You swallow your dry throat and quickly write a note attaching it to the bag to keep your mind busy.

Do spiders enjoy sweets? - you include a doodle of a spider seemingly eating a cookie.

Hopefully, he likes them and isn’t disappointed by the thank you.

Walking over and opening the window there is a slight breeze that sends a chill through you. You wish you could leave the window open tonight to enjoy the breeze but you know better. Placing the bag of treats on the window seal you adjust the note and the bow so they look perfectly placed. Once set you look out into the glimmering lights of the city taking in the breeze, the sights, the noises, but that's when you hear a clearing of a throat. Looking up you see that iconic mask, body clinging to the wall as he looks down at you.

“You have a thank you for me?” his voice coos

You forget all about your cookies…

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Message in a Bottle

Felix x FemReader

Trigger Warnings: attempted kidnapping, light violence, fluff, protective SKZ, mentions of past abuse, current injury caused by non-skz members, Probably more

Word Count: 7.7K

Summary: You and Felix unknowingly become pen-pals, having talked now for three years you decide that you want to finally meet him. When he tells you who he is, you think that it’s a prank at first but he assures you that it’s not. What happens when you end up meeting.

Screenshots: 8

photos not mine, except for texts screenshots. Credit goes to the photographers

Message In a Bottle - Taylor Swift (song I used as inspiration)

I had heard about people signing up to get pen-pals for months before I had decided to listen to my best friend and do it as well. He said that it would be good for me to have someone to talk to other than him, he didn’t want me to be lonely when he wasn’t able to talk for long periods of time. When I had been matched up with my pen-pal Felix, it was both the most exciting and most terrifying day I had experienced in a while. He was hesitant to tell me much about himself, not even actually going by his real name, rather going by YoungLix. It didn’t make much sense to me but I didn’t question it because I was sure there was a reason behind it. I had found out that he was living in South Korea but was originally from Sydney Australia, which funny enough also happened to be where I was from as well. When I first started talking to Felix, I told my best friend Chan all about it. At first he was super excited for me but the more I described what I knew about my pen-pal the more he became quiet and responded with short answers. I wasn’t sure what the problem was but I never tried to push it, and he never brought it up. After a year of talking to Felix, I could tell that I was falling for him but I knew that there was no chance that he felt the same for me so I forced myself to move on from him, even though a part of me still liked him.

Present:

A part of me always wanted to know what Felix looked like but I knew that he would never reveal what he looked like to me or who he was. I didn’t know if it was out of fear or out of lack of trust. The other part of me was glad that he didn’t want to because it was hard for me to trust men after what happened with my ex, the only man that I can trust is Chan. If it weren’t for him, I truly do not think that I would be alive right now. He wants me to ask Felix to meet but I can't. I can't face rejection and I can’t face the possibility that he might actually want to meet. I don’t know why he’s so adamant that I meet Felix. Yes, Felix is a sweetheart through and through but nothing could possibly come of it because he doesn’t see me that way. Just as I get too much into my head, I hear my phone go off with a notification that I have a text message, a text message from Felix.

Felix’s POV:

I knew that I should have told y/n that I knew who she was, I knew when Chan had shown me a picture of his childhood best friend. I was slightly scared to tell her because I didn’t want her to stop talking to me because she thought that I had hidden this from her, it’s not that I had wanted to hide it from her. When I had revealed it to Chan that I knew who she was and that I had been paired up with her as her pen-pal, he had told me that she was in a relationship, so I didn’t tell her then as to not make that more complicated for her, but then Chan mentioned that her relationship ended but on bad terms. He wouldn’t go into detail about it but I knew that it was bad, he told me that it wasn’t his place to explain the details and that it was up to her to reveal those details when she was ready. He knows how I feel about her, he knows that I am head over heels for her and that I want nothing more than to love her, but he also knows that she is terrified and might not accept another relationship. It hurts that he thinks she might not want a relationship with me but I want to hold onto the hope that one day she will.

Your POV:

I want to meet Felix but part of me is scared to even ask if he’d be willing to meet. What if he says no, and then I have to live with the fact that the only other person other than my ex that I have ever wanted doesn’t even want to meet me. Ever since my ex, I know that I am insecure and I know that I still have a lot of healing to do, but I want to be able to do that healing with Felix. I don’t even know how to explain the way that he makes me feel, the warm fluffy feeling he gives me whenever he texts me and calls me sunshine. That nickname all started one day when I had complained that I felt like I had no one and was super sad, so he told me that if I felt like I had no one I could be his someone and be his sunshine. I knew that he was only telling me that to make me feel better but the nickname stuck and since then for the last two years he’s called me his sunshine. I want to be his sunshine in person, I want to be his girlfriend and be with him and travel with him and just be there for him. I want to take that leap and trust him.

I’m not sure how to respond to that so I decide that for right now I don’t need to. I don’t know how to dress or act anymore around someone who isn’t Chan. I haven’t been on a date or even out with anyone in a year and a half since things ended with my ex. While I had known Felix for three years, we had never called and he had never shared a photo of himself but I had shown him one photo of myself after he had practically begged me to. I knew that I needed Chan's input on what to do and how I should approach this.

Felix’s POV:

I was in the practice room going over my solo for what felt like the hundredth time, I knew it like the back of my hand but I wanted it to be perfect for STAY because I knew that there could always be improvements made for it. I was so into my practice that I didn’t hear the door open, I damn near jumped out of my skin when I looked in the mirror and saw that Chan was standing by the door. He had to take about five minutes to calm himself down from laughing so hard when he watched me jump from scaring me. I glared at him while waiting for him to stop laughing at me.

“Channie Hyung, what are you doing here?”

“I hear that you will be meeting y/n finally.” “Yea, when we are in Australia, I will be taking her out to dinner.” “Felix, you need to tell her who you are before that. That you know who I am, don’t surprise her the day of because she will run off.” “Why?”

“She has had a hard life, her past has not been kind to her and the moment she is scared she will run as a defense mechanism. She wants to heal and be happy, but she doesn’t know how to without being scared.” “What happened to her?”

“I’m starting to realise that she’s not going to tell you on her own, Felix.”

“It’s bad isn’t it.” “Yea it is, do you remember when I had to take that short leave around a year and a half ago and I went back home for a month?” “Yeah? You said that there was a family emergency.” “While that is partly true, it wasn’t biological family that had the emergency.” “It was yn.”

“Yes.”

“Chris, what happened that caused you to go home for a month.” “Y/n’s ex, was very abusive and controlling,

Chris’s Pov:

I had gotten a call from y/n asking me for help saying that she wanted to leave her ex because he had been controlling her and had started hitting her. She was scared that it was going to get worse and if she didn’t leave him soon, he was going to cause her even more harm than he already had. I immediately talked to JYP and explained that there was a family emergency that required my attention and that I needed to be home for a month at least. I was thankful that he gave me the month off and that I was able to go home and help her.

When I got to Australia, I immediately started helping y/n slowly and secretly pack up her essentials, things that she would need. I knew that I would be able to replace her other things that she couldn’t take with her. She was terrified that if she took too many things that he would be able to tell that she was planning on leaving and he would try to stop her. So together we only packed a few of her favorite clothing items, her memorabilia and the stuffed animals that she had collected over the years. Slowly moving them into a new apartments closer to my parents place, so that she would have someone near her that she knew. My parents wanted her to live with them but she didn’t want to burden them, even when they insisted she refused. It broke my parents hearts that she was going through this because y/n was like another daughter to them, after y/n’s parents died my parent’s helped raise her and her older brother until he had joined the military. That’s how y/n and I had become best friends, through her older brother, the three of us were like three peas in a pod. We were inseparable, always together. Her brother had always wanted to join the military and he did, but a year after I had debuted he was killed in action, leaving y/n completely alone and it killed me that I couldn’t be here for her, thankfully Hanah took over my job as best friend and helped keep her happy.

The night that everything was supposed to happen, y/n’s ex was supposed to be at work but he had come home early and had caught y/n when she was trying to leave. He had prevented her from leaving, pinning her to the ground by her throat, it was a miracle that she was able to place a call out to me. When I answered the phone all I could hear was her struggling, I knew that she needed help. I don’t know how many traffic laws I broke trying to get to her old apartment so that I could help her. I beat the police there, when I got there I found y/n unconscious on the ground with her ex above her. All I saw was red, I ripped him off of her, I knew that I still needed to protect my idol image so I kept him away from her until the police arrived and took him away. I was able to ride with her to the hospital and stay until she woke up.

When she woke up, she wouldn’t let anyone near her, not even me. It broke me that she had lost trust in everyone around her. She wouldn’t talk about what had happened with her ex before she had called me and before I had arrived but by what I could piece together I knew that it wasn’t good. I stayed with her for as long as I could until I had to go back to Korea. My parents and Hanah continued to stay with her and help her while she recovered.

Felix’s POV:

“Wow, Chan I had no idea that she had been through that much.” “She doesn’t talk about it much. I know that it still affects her a lot.” “I’ll make sure to talk to her as soon as possible. I don’t want to scare her off. I want her to feel safe and comfortable with me.” “I’m really glad to hear that.” “I care about her a lot Chan.” “I know she doesn’t say it but she cares about you as well.” “You really think so?” “I know so Felix.”

“Chan, I know that I have never spoken to her over the phone other than text, I have never seen her in person, but I know that I love her.” “If you give her time, I know that she could love you to Felix.”

With that I have the hope that one day y/n might be able to love me in the way that I love her. If I give her time and show her that I am not like her ex and will never be like her ex, she might learn to love me. With a smile on my face I continue to practice my solo stage with a new found vigor and happiness. Chan left me to continue to practice, if I had looked in the mirror I would have seen him watching me with a smile, knowing that two of his best friends were slowly finding their way towards happiness.

Your POV:

It had been a horrible day at work, my boss was an ass and a creep. Not leaving me alone no matter what I said or did to try and get him to leave me alone. Not even pretending that I had a boyfriend would get him to leave me alone, he just said that if I had a boyfriend why did he never hear anything about it and why did he never see him around at work events where other partners were invited. I wanted to report him to hr but he was the head boss's son and I knew that all he would get was a slap on the wrist, and the worst I could get was actually fired. If I waited just one more week I would get to see Crhis and finally meet Felix. He had made sure to text me every day and he was always so sweet to me. I sadly hadn’t heard much from him today but at the same time I was pretty busy myself and if I had been able to respond I knew that I wouldn’t have been very good company. When I did finally receive his text, it definitely wasn’t what I was expecting. I didn’t know whether I should be scared or excited at what he was asking.

I expect him to not call me, thinking that it’s a prank but instead my phone screen lights up with his caller id. I pick up, thinking that he’s not going to say anything but before I can say anything I can hear him begging me to not hang up and to let him explain his reasoning behind not telling me right away that he did know who I was.

“Y/n, before you hang up on me. Please let me explain.” I hear Felix’s deep voice beg.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you knew who I was and that you knew Chris?” “I didn’t want to scare you off. I was scared that if I told you I knew, that you would get scared.” “I guess that’s fair, after what’s happened to me.” “I didn’t mean to keep it from you for so long.” “Did you think that I would have been mad that you were also Chan’s friend and a part of Stray Kids?”

“I don’t know. I just didn’t want you to stop talking to me. You mean too much for me to lose.” “Don’t ever tell Chris that I told you this, but you have always been my bias in Stray Kids.”

“You’re joking.” “Nope.” I laugh out.

I don’t know how long we spent on the phone together, all I know is that when I woke up the next morning we were still on the call together. I could hear movement on his end. I don’t know why he didn’t end up hanging up but a part of me was thankful that he didn’t, it was nice to know that he wanted to stay on the phone even when there wasn’t any conversation happening. I didn’t want him to continue to think that I was still asleep, so I made sure to let him know that I was awake.

“Good morning Felix, I hope you slept well.” “Jesus, y/n. Give a man a warning before you scare the living shit out of him.” “I’m sorry. To be honest though, I thought you would have hung up last night when I fell asleep.” “You asked me not to.”

“I did?” “Yeah, do you not remember?” “No, I don’t. But you could have once I was asleep. I was probably sleep deprived and not thinking.” “Y/n, it’s ok. I didn’t mind being on the phone the entire night as you slept. It was actually quite refreshing having someone there even if it wasn’t physically.” “Well I’m glad that I could help.” “I honestly wouldn’t mind doing that more often.”

“We could probably manage to make a habit of it.” “We can talk about it more tonight, sadly I have to go. Seungmin is getting impatient and doesn’t want to be late to recording today.”

“Go, I don’t want you to be late.” “It would be worth it for you.” “Felix, go. Don’t be late.” “Fine, fine. I’ll talk to you tonight.”

Before I can respond he hung up and I’m left on my own. I can’t believe that I have inadvertently known who my pen-pal is this whole time. I know that all of Chan’s member’s from his group are super nice and super sweet and caring, so I know that there is nothing to worry about when it comes to Felix. It still doesn’t stop the subconscious fear that something bad will happen.

Night of Concert:

I thought that I would be meeting Felix for the first time in person before the concert but their schedule unfortunately didn’t allow him time until after their concert. He assured me time and time again that if I was uncomfortable he would stay away and just let me spend tonight with Chan but I wanted to also spend time with him. I knew that he wouldn’t do anything to make me uncomfortable. Chan knew that I wouldn’t be comfortable out in the crowd so when I arrived at the venue he had security meet me out in the back and walk me back to where the boys were. Before the person that I saw before the concert was Chan, I couldn’t get over the fact of how different he looked from the last time I had seen him.

Watching them perform and the energy that they have was out of this world, just from watching them you could tell that they love their fans and want to do whatever they can to make them happy. I admire them so much for what they are able to do and how much they are able to push themselves.

After the Concert:

I wasn’t entirely sure where I was supposed to meet Chan and the rest of the boys after the concert so I just waited by the side of the stage, waiting while they all said their goodbyes to Stay. I wasn’t paying full attention to my surroundings because for once I felt that I was safe and that nothing would happen to me with Chan right there, only a few feet from me. I was watching, waiting for them to step off the stage when I felt a rough hand grasp my upper arm, and begin to drag me away from the side of the stage.

“I don’t know how you managed to get backstage but you aren’t supposed to be back here.” the person said, I presumed he was a security guard that hadn’t been informed that I had clearance to be back here.

“Ow, please let go of me. I have permission to be back here. I’m friends with Chan. He got me back here himself.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” “I’m telling the truth, if you just wait for him to come off stage he’ll tell you.” “I’m not going to wait and allow you to get close to them.” At this I begin to panic. I didn’t know how much longer they were going to be on stage and I didn’t see any of the other staff around who were there before the show.

“Please, let go of me.” “Not gonna happen.” I try to pull my arm free from him, but his grip tightens on my arm. I cry out in pain and my mind goes into overdrive, I panic and blackout.

Felix’s POV:

Throughout the entire show I could see that y/n had been just off to the side of the stage, she seemed to be really enjoying herself and that made me really happy. I was excited to finally get to meet her, and not just over the phone but we had to close out the show first. Every once in a while throughout the entire show I would look over to her and just seeing the excitement and joy on her face made me even more energetic and as much as I didn’t want to admit it I wanted the show to be over so that I could see her.

As the show was closing, I looked over one last time and saw that she was no longer by the side of the stage. As I looked around for her, I saw that she was getting dragged away by a security guard. I could see the panic on her face and I could feel the panic begin to rise in myself. At this point I really didn’t care what management said or did, all I knew was that I needed to help her and quickly. I ran over to Chan, tapped his shoulder, pointed at her and before he could even respond I was running off the stage towards her and the security guard.

“Stop! What are you doing?” I yell as I get closer to them, at this point y/n has seemed to shut down and curled in on herself.

“She’s a fan that managed to get backstage, I’m removing her from the facility.” The security guard tried to explain. He seemed annoyed that I was preventing him from doing so.

“No she’s not, she is a guest of both Chan and I.”

“Her? You don’t need to pretend just so a fan doesn’t get in trouble.” “Lixie, p-please help.” Y/n finally speaks, the fear in her voice snaps something in me.

“I need you to let go of her now. Especially if you want to keep your job, she is my guest and I do not take kindly to my guest being treated this way.” I start to get angry when he refuses to remove his hand from her arm.

“Felix, what’s happening?” I hear Chan call out from behind me as he and the rest of the group run up. I can see the anger form in Chan’s eyes the moment he sees what’s happening.

“Sir, I suggest you let go of y/n. Like now.” I.N says from behind Chan and I. I take a step towards the guard but he still refuses to let go of her. That’s when I realize, why is he so adamant about not letting her go? “You aren’t actually a part of our staff are you?” I ask, my blood running cold.

“What are you talking about? Of course I am.” The security guard stutters out.

“If you are, then let go of her. She is our guest, she has prior permission from both management and JYP himself to be back here. So there is no reason that you should have any issues letting her go.” Chan continues to try to get him to let her go, while he distracts the security guard. I motioned for Han and Changbin to go find another security guard.

“Who are you?” The security guard comes rushing up with Han and Changbin, that’s when all of us realize that he in fact was not part of our staff.

“Just stay back and no one has to get hurt.” He jerks y/n up, she cries out in pain. Chan seems to freeze, almost knowing what’s happening now.

“Let her go. How much is he paying you to do this?” Chan questions.

“Enough that I’m willing to risk my freedom.” The false security guard responds. At Chan’s question, I realize that it’s her ex that’s behind this. I tap Changbin, trying to tell him that I want him to go with me and get behind the guy, without him realizing that we both have moved.

As Chan and the rest of the members continue to distract the guy and try to get him to release y/n. Changbin and I slowly move so that we are behind the guy, I can’t see what’s happening in front of him anymore but I trust that the rest of the guys will be able to keep things under control until Changbin and I can execute our plan. I don’t know if Chan and y/n have like some secret language but I see y/n duck down and Changbin takes this as his chance to put the false security guard in a headlock, allowing our security to get to the guy while both Chan and I rushed towards y/n. Both he and I could tell that she was in shock and needed to be removed from the situation as soon as possible. Chan gave me one look and nodded. I knew that he wanted me to take y/n away from here, bring her back to our changing room and wait for them until everything was settled.

I swept in and scooped y/n up, carrying her to where our dressing room was. I could feel her wrap herself around me the best she could with the way that I was carrying her, her grip on me tight but not enough to cause me any pain or discomfort. I tightened my grip on her, letting her know that I was there and that I wouldn’t let anything happen to her. I saw one of our staff members rushing around packing things up from the concert, completely unaware of what had happened. I knew that y/n’s arm was going to be bruised so I called out and asked for ice. I was in the room and the door was shut before I could hear a response from the staff member.

“L-lixie. P-please d-don’t let g-go o-of me.” I hear y/n stutter out when we get into the room. I don’t know entirely why she trusts me so much without having actually met me in person but at this point in time I’m really glad that she does.

“I won’t, I promise.” I walk over to the couch, sitting down with her still in my arms.

“Thank you, thank you for finding me before he got me out of the arena.” “Y/n, I will always find you.”

“Do you really mean that?” She almost seems scared of my answer.

“Yes, I will always and I mean always find you when you need me, and I will always be here even when you don’t need me.” “Why, why though?”

“Because, that’s what you do for people that you care about. And I care a lot about you.” “I care about you too Felix.” She responds before cuddling further into me.

Your POV:

I don’t know how long it was before the rest of the guys came into the room, but I must have fallen asleep because I can feel Felix shake me awake at some point. When I finally wake up, I feel something cold press into my arm and when I look down I notice that Felix is holding an ice pack to my arm where the security guard had grabbed. As I look around the room, I notice that the rest of the guys are quietly talking amongst each other while Chan and Felix are talking next to me. I can’t put together exactly what they are saying but when I finally am able to wake up fully, I try to move off of Felix’s lap but he tightens his grip on me, preventing me from getting off him.

“Stay, it’s ok.” He whispers in my ear.

“How long was I out for?” I ask quietly, a little embarrassed that I had fallen asleep.

“Not long, maybe 20 minutes at most.” “I’m sorry that I fell asleep and kept you all waiting.”

“Hey, sunshine don’t worry about it.” Felix responded before anyone else could.

“It’s nice to finally get to meet the famous y/n that Channie Hyung always talks about.” Han interrupts before anyone can say anything.

“Yea! It’s nice to finally put a face to the name that we’ve all heard so many good things about.” Hyunjin adds, smiling lightly at me.

“It’s really nice to meet all of you as well.” “Well, I assume that we all don’t want to stay at the venue any longer than we have to. Y/n I know it’s kind of a long drive back to your place. Did you make sleeping arrangements?” Chan asks me as the rest of the guys but Felix got up to go change.

“Um, no I didn’t. I was just going to drive back tonight.” “Yea no, not gonna happen.”

“Channie Hyung, I don’t mind sleeping on the couch for the night. I have my own room at the virbo we are staying at and she can stay there for the night.” I.N announces out of nowhere, all of us not realizing that he had come back into the room.

“Are you ok with that y/n?”

“Yea, I am.”

Later that Night:

When we all got to the Virbo, I wanted to go to sleep but at the same time I wanted to get to know the guys as well a little bit. It was hard to decide what I wanted to do, I decided that it was late and I wanted to sleep. I knew that the others would understand and be ok with talking in the morning. I follow Felix up to what originally would be I.N’s room, the bed is big and I’m starting to realize that I won’t be as comfortable as I originally thought.

“F-felix. Could you stay just until I fall asleep? Please?”

“Of course.”

I lay down under the covers, Felix starts to lay down on top of them but I don’t want him to be cold or uncomfortable while waiting for me to fall asleep because I don’t know how long it’ll take me. He gives me a questioning look before I nod again, hinting that I am ok with him laying under the covers with me. Once he’s under with me, I cuddle up to him, shocking both of us. I haven’t felt this comfortable with anyone except for Chan since my ex, but I’m glad that I feel comfortable with him. I want to feel comfortable with him. I don’t know how long we just lay there, enjoying each other’s presence, but before we both know it we both fall asleep.

Chan’s POV:

I was looking for Felix, looking on the couch but I couldn’t find him. I had no idea where he was but I wanted to thank him for being so helpful tonight with the whole y/n situation. Finding out that her ex had paid someone to take her scared the crap out of me, I didn’t know what he had planned for her but I knew that in the morning we needed to contact the police. I knew that it should have been done tonight but I couldn’t force even more stress on her, our security had the fake security in custody and would take him to the police station in the morning. I went to the room where Innie was supposed to be staying, the door was slightly open but I heard no movement or sounds coming from within, so I gently nudged the door open. When I looked in, I saw that y/n and Felix were both fast asleep holding onto each other for dear life. I didn’t have the heart to wake Felix up and have him move to the couch, if y/n was comfortable with him being here while she slept then I would let them be.

Y/n was like a little sister to me, I would do anything to see her happy and seeing the way that she’s so comfortable with Felix even after only having met him in person just tonight, I’m glad that she’s happy. I know that he would never do anything to make her uncomfortable, I know that he’ll treat her right when the time comes and she accepts her feelings for him. I decide to leave them alone, shutting the door behind me.

Y/n’s POV (The Next Morning):

When I wake up, it takes me a minute to remember that I’m not at home and that I’m actually at the Virbo with Chan, Felix and the rest of the guys. I go to get up but I hear a grumble from behind me and feel arms tighten around my middle. I momentarily panic before I remember that Felix had laid down with me and he must have fallen asleep with me. I decide to say screw it and turn in his arms. I slowly turn until I am facing him, even in his sleep he looks like an angel. I cuddle further into him, letting his arms wrap around me even more. I have never felt this warm and protected, I don’t ever want this feeling to go away.

“Good morning Sunshine.” Felix’s deep voice momentarily shocks me, forgetting how deep it can actually go.

“Good morning Lixie.”

“How did you sleep? I’m sorry that I fell asleep in here. I swear I meant to move out to the couch.”

“Lixie, it’s ok. If I’m being honest I’m glad that you didn’t go out to the couch. This might be some of the best sleep that I have gotten in a long time.” “Well, in that case I’m glad that I could be of assistance.”

Neither of us continue to talk, I just continue to look up at him and watch as he slowly wakes up. Before I can overthink it or stop myself from doing so, I lean up and press a soft kiss to his cheek. I wanted to kiss his lips, they looked so soft and kissable but I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by doing that.

“What was that for?” Felix asks me out of shock.

“My way of saying thank you, again.”

“You really don’t need to thank me y/n.”

“But I want to. You didn’t have to stay in here with me until I fell asleep and you didn’t have to help last night.”

“Of course I would help you. Without hesitation.”

I don’t know how to respond to that so I just cuddle further into him, but he doesn’t let that go on for very long. I feel his hand under my chin, slowly forcing me to look up at him. When I look at him, I can see him looking between my eyes and my lips. I know what he wants to do but he won't unless I give him permission to, I decide that I’m going to make the decision for him. I lean into him and slowly press my lips to his, giving him the chance to pull away if I misread the signals. I hear his breath hitch before he deepens the kiss, pulling me into him more than I already was. The kiss doesn’t last very long before both of us are pulling away, we both are blushing as we look at each other.

“Wow.” I whisper.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that again.” Felix jests with me.

“I wouldn’t either.”

“We should probably get up before the others come barging in here.”

“You’re probably right.”

Felix and I talked to the staff, I knew that they had more SKZ Code to film but they were fine with me staying as long as I stayed out of the way and out of view of the camera. I was fine with that, I want to see what they boys were like when filming and their whole process. After they finished filming Chan had pulled me aside and explained that we still needed to talk to the police about what had happened with the fake security guard and how he was hired by my ex. When the police found out that my ex was behind the false security guard trying to kidnap me they immediately went after him and with the help of Chan and the rest of the guys they were able to arrest him. I knew for now that I was safe and that I didn’t have to worry about my ex trying anything.

Felix and I had wandered off from the rest of the group, not letting anyone know that we had left. We both knew that we should have but we didn’t even think about it, we just wanted to spend time together before he had to go back to Korea. I wanted to go with him, I didn’t want to stay in Australia while he was in Korea but I knew that moving now would be unreasonable. We continued to walk, not really caring where we were going, before we knew it we had ended up on the beach.

“I don’t want to leave, I just got you.” Felix whispered as he stopped walking, pulling me into him.

“I don’t want you to go either, but I can’t keep you here.” “When the tour ends, I want you to come visit me in Korea.”

“But that’s not until almost August. It’s only December, I don’t want to have to wait that long to see you again.”

“Then come with me, on the American leg of the tour.” “Would that even be allowed?”

“I’ll make sure that it gets cleared, I know it’ll be a minute but the American leg starts in May.” “So I won't see you for 5 months?”

“Not at all, whenever I have free time between schedules I will come here and visit you. I want to make this work.”

“I want to make it work as well. I don’t want to lose this opportunity with you.”

He pulls me into him, pulling me to stand in front of him while we watch the sun begin to set. Neither of us had even realized that it was anywhere close to being sunset, but we didn’t care. We wanted to wait until it had fully set, we were both shocked out of the moment by Felix’s phone ringing. It was Chan calling, panicking when he couldn’t find us. It was nice to know that Chan was so accepting of the fact that Felix and I were together now and that he was also happy for us.

When we arrived back at the Virbo, it was pure chaos. Han and Minho were picking on Innie, Chan was just watching it all unfold not really trying to stop it but also prepared to step in if need be. When Felix and I walked in, hand in hand all of the chaos stopped. Half of the guys couldn’t seem to pick their jaws up off the floor while the other half seemed to know that this was inevitable.

“Nice to see that you two are finally together.” Hyunjin comments from his spot on the couch.

“Thanks Hyune.” Felix comment’s as he pulls me into him.

“Took you long enough to confess to her.” Chan jests with Felix, must have known how long Felix liked me.

“I’m glad that he finally did.” I responded.

“Channie Hyung, will you talk to JYP about her joining us on the American leg of the tour?”

“Of course, that would be so much fun to have her join.”

Knowing that Chan was going to talk to JYP and see about getting me to join them on the tour gave me hope, hope that I wouldn’t have to be away from Felix as much as I thought. Knowing that he wanted me with him as well gave me the hope that JYP will say yes. I know with the support of both Felix and the rest of the group, things will be ok because I know that they won’t let anything happen to me.

#stray kids imagines #lee felix x y/n #lee felix x reader #felix fluff #felix imagines #felix x reader #Lee Felix #Stray Kids

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florenceafternoon · 1 year ago

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━。゜✿ jily fic recommendations ✿ ゜。━

Because I will never get tired of them, here are some more fic recs. These fics are set in the wizarding world but aren’t necessarily canon complaints.

For reference, anything in italics is an extract from the summaries on ao3.

Never Quite Awake by @sunshinemarauder

“Endings are nothing unfamiliar to Lily Evans; she’s seen the ends of sisterhood, friendship, and innocence, all from miles away. But this is an end unlike any other. An end that was never supposed to happen.”

If to love someone once is to break their heart, to love them twice is to break yours.

Lily falls for James in her seventh year. But the couple are sent onto two diverging paths when a life-shattering altercation halts their burgeoning relationship. Five years later, she's a curse breaker and he is a soldier.

When they meet again, it feels like coming home.

All the angst that comes with a jily second chance romance that takes place during wartime. A fake dating subplot, cursebreaker!Lily, pining!James. What more could you want. France (country) - a relevant tag

Through The Rain by @bookeatingbean

James and Lily's first kiss, and the story behind it. There's some fluff, some character study, and some good old-fashioned angst.

If you're looking for a character study that shows how they grew up through their school years. This fic shows you that Lily was not a perfect person and James was a bully for the sake of it but he grew to understand that the world does not revolve around him and strives to do better. Or Lily is stubborn and James is the definition of a ride-or-die

It's been a long time by writtenbyfreckles (on ao3)

It's been ten years since Lily left Hogwarts. She's returned to England to work as a Healer on the "ward of the wacky", only to find home isn't as safe as she thought it was. An attack leaves her locked in a ward with her patients, a bunch of Death Eaters and an Auror she hasn't seen for a long time.

I need more cannon divergence Auror!James and Healer!Lily

The Guide To Becoming A Better Man For Lily Evans by @padfootswhiskers

prompt: I decided to walk outside shirtless (accidentally) but I forgot it's winter and why're you screaming at me like that? And oh gosh, you're very pretty.

lingering days, short-lived nights by letthebookbegin (on ao3)

The summer before seventh year, James is desperately trying to think of anything but Lily, who's burrowed her way into his mind and looks quite comfortable there.

The summer before seventh year, Lily is craving a distraction. Avoiding her sister, she picks an ice cream shop for shelter.

At the end of a long summer day, their paths cross - and the rest, as they say, is history.

Ties That Bind by @charmsandtealeaves

Lily Evans grew up with old wives tales about soul mates, but she'd never put much stock in the idea. Not until after she learned about the world of magic and the fact that soul bonds were a thing that actually existed. Which makes these strange new feelings and experiences that much more difficult to manage.

So I read this a while ago but stupidly forgot to bookmark it and then I spent nearly an hour trying to find it again. Needless to say, I ADORE this fic and you should all go read it. Like, right now. Then come back here to talk to me about it.

Lily Evans Doesn't Believe In I Love You's also by @/ charmsandtealeaves

“Did you hear Lily Evans doesn’t believe in I love you's?”

It wasn’t exactly a secret. But no one knew why, until she decided to share a bottle of fire whiskey in the astronomy tower with James Potter.

Same Lily, same

Meet Me At The River also by @/ charmsandtealeaves

A chance encounter with a misplaced owl leads to a correspondence between pen pals. Lily confides in her mysterious Flea and finds herself falling along the way.

I can't remember if I've recommended this one already, but even if I have I'll rec it again because I love it so much!!

Your Friend, James by @thelighthousestale

It is the summer before their 7th year, and Lily and James spend the entire holiday writing letters to each other as their relationship slowly changes from friends to something more.

Just the ending of this one is everything. James and Sirius are never beating the codependent allegations

Castling by @missgryffin

When they were still very young, Remus Lupin’s dad married Lily Evans’ mum. It changes everything.

Lily and Remus are like the little brother who got bullied and then found friends except he invited them over for the first time and they all act weird because they're mildly terrified of his older sister. Friends to lovers jily is only rivaled by academic rivals jily.

Just the Two of Us by @arianatwycross

Head Students James and Lily face a perilous twist when a malicious potion surfaces in hate mail directed at Lily. Dumbledore orders a week-long quarantine in the Head Students' suite. With unspoken crushes lingering, the duo navigates close quarters, leading to unexpected revelations, lingering looks and forehead kisses.

silence and patience, pining in anticipation by @kay-elle-cee

Lily’s been hung up on James for years; a tipsy conversation might be the push she needs to do something about it.

DRESS IS A JILY SONG FOREVER AND ALWAYS

The Devil in the Cloak Room by @chiechie97

Getting your heart broken when you’re 17 seems to alter your brain chemistry more than you would think. Which is the precise reason why Lily has no intention of reconnecting with the friends she lost at the end of school.

And besides, she has no chance of knowing anyone at the masked Halloween party her friend drags her to. Especially not the guy in the devil mask. Right?

Usually I rec complete works but this one is so good I had to include it

Deception and other ways to find love by @annasghosts

“I’ll be your fake girlfriend, Potter.” And this is how Lily Evans embarks on the adventure of (fake) dating her former Hogwarts nemesis (and crush, but ssssh, it’s a secret). Will she be able to keep her cool? Will he?

Class of '78 by @emeralddoeadeer

Class of 1978 Five Year Reunion - July 29th, 1983

Now is the time to look upon our shared experience, our similarities must unite us rather than letting our differences divide us. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry invites the Graduating Class of 1978 to return to the castle for a weekend of reconnecting, reminiscing and recreation. We hope the passage of time has been kind to you all and look forward to welcoming you soon.

Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster, Order of Merlin First Class, Grand Sorc, DWiz, X.J sorc, S of Mag Q

It's been five years since graduation, and while many things have changed, some things never will.

James Potter Won't Go Quietly by la_plus_heureuse (on ao3)

Lily Evans remembers plenty about James Potter from Hogwarts. But an assignment from Mojo Magazine to profile the Quidditch star turned activist makes her realize what she remembered was all wrong.

canon divergence staring quidditch player James and journalist Lily

On A Scale of One to Ten (requires an ao3 account) by @petalsinwoodvale

Lily starts falling for an insecure, yet charming auror named James who is recovering from injury in her ward. No one else on staff will sit and talk to him, mostly due to septic skin covering most of his upper torso. Lily, however, finds him charming and funny. Naturally, when James' injuries start healing, he grows more and more handsome. The other healers suddenly take interest in James, romantically ...

foxy by lizpaige (on ao3)

Lily joins the boys at the shrieking shack on a particularly difficult moon in her new animagus form.

Lily & Remus friendship is so special to me

#jily fic rec #jily #jple #lily x james #lily evans #james potter

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Whats the Reverse Twins relationship like with pacifica and Gideon post Weirdmageddon? are they friends now?

GREAT QUESTION! one difference in my version of reverse falls compared to gravity falls is that while paz is only a temporary resident for the summer, gideon isnt! he just lives there! so he gets to kinda stay behind and watch the gleefuls try their best to be normal kids, and its great for him too because now he has friends his age (give or take two years) in town that arent gonna bully him :)

they do still keep in touch with paz though!! mason is her pen pal now

theyre all friends now but it isnt perfect. the gleefuls have a lot of time being antagonistic to make up for, and they still kinda dont get the "normal kid" thing. which is why theyve given gideon permission to use a spray bottle on them whenever theyre too mean or accidentally start treating him like will. they will learn with time

#mothra answers #reverse falls #gravity falls #my art

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elixirfromthestars · 8 months ago

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WELCOME TO MY CAFE! ˖°.₊˚☕⊹♡

I miss interacting with fellow writers and readers, so I decided to host my own little writing challenge ♡ Between juggling grad school prep and an internship, I wanted to do something to keep me connected to this lovely community, so welcome everyone to my cozy little cafe :)

The writing challenge starts today and closes on September 29th (National Coffee Day). I will be reading + reblogging every fic. The masterlist will be posted at the end. (if you see this anytime later or can’t make the deadline do not fret, if anything below inspires you, you are welcome to write and tag me and I will add your submission to the masterlist♡)

Below are the rules, prompts, and guidelines ♡

who you can write for: all marvel characters are welcome / any fictional sebastian stan or chris evans characters are welcome too (any characters they’ve portrayed based on real life people will not be accepted though!!) (please keep it to x reader fics only!!)

some general guidelines: Below I’ve provided a number of different prompts and songs for inspiration ♡ Anyone can use them and mix and match however you’d like!! If you use any please let me know somewhere in the post! If none of them below inspire you, to stay within theme please include either a cafe or coffee somewhere in the fic :) 18+ fics are welcome, just please add warnings! Any length of fics are welcome, but if it’s over 500 words please add the “keep reading” option. If you write something as part of a bigger series please write your submission as a standalone ♡

˖°.₊˚☕⊹♡ This is a sweet and cozy little cafe, but of course, there is always a possibility of rain. If anything below inspires an angsty fic, then by all means go ahead and write it! Your submission does not have to include fluff!

what is not accepted: no dark fics, anything involving minors, incest, rape, noncon/dubcon

how to enter: please tag me and use #elixirscafe when you post ♡ i’ll leave a like to let you know I saw it and reblog it once I read it :) if i haven’t responded to your post send me an inbox or dm please and thank you!

Happy writing! My inbox is always open for any questions or comments!! ♡

What table are you sitting at?

♡ Coffeeshop AU

♡ Soulmate AU

♡ Bakery AU

♡ Regency Era AU

♡ Western AU

♡ Neighbor AU

♡ Pen Pal AU

♡ Small Town AU

♡ Royal AU

♡ College AU

Would you like a sweet treat?

🍩 ༄ؘ “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

🍰 ༄ؘ Saying I love you for the first time.

🍪 ༄ؘ “ Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

🍫 ༄ؘ “ You...you learned how to cook my favorite meal?”

🧁 ༄ؘ “ I’m not going to get sick, you baby. Just let me hold you.”

🥧 ༄ؘ “ What else do I need when I have my whole world in my arms?”

🍮 ༄ؘ “ I’m only doing it because you’re cute.”

🥯 ༄ؘ “ Could you hold my hand?”

🥞 ༄ؘ “ I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

🍞 ༄ؘ “ I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest.”

🍯 ༄ؘ “ Why don’t you tell me what I can do to make your day better?”

🥐 ༄ؘ “ I’ve tried to forbid myself from falling in love, but now I can’t help it.”

Do you like the music in the cafe? Which song should I play next?

˖°.₊˚☕⊹♡ Feel free to use the lyrics below, the entire feel of the song, or any other lyrics in the song! The playlist is below in case you want to go through and listen to the songs while you write ♡

Apple Cider “ And I don’t even like you that much. Wait, I do, fuck. Call me at midnight. Let’s give this a try.” Beabadoobee

Apple Juice “ Don’t let goodbyes come too easy. Love me, just let me know that you need me.” Jessie Reyez

Apple Pie “I found you under an April sky, and you feel like city life, apple pie baked just right. Home is wherever you are tonight.” Lizzy McAlpine

August “ And I can see us twisted in bedsheets. August slipped away like a bottle of wine.’Cause you were never mine.” Taylor Swift

Bubble Gum “ Sorry I didn’t kiss you, but it’s obvious I wanted to.” Clairo

Caramel “ Love like a landslide, I kiss you goodnight. It used to be easy.” 5SOS

Cardigan “And when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed. You put me on and said I was your favorite.” Taylor Swift

Chai Tea “ I love sippin’ chai tea, with you across from me. I love hearing your voice, talkin ‘bout nothing.” Audrey

Champagne Problems “ You had a speech, you’re speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches, and I couldn’t give a reason.” Taylor Swift

Chocolate “ I need more time off with you to turn you on. And I want to wake up without the alarm. A thousand eyes on me constantly, but I just want you.” Ziggy Alberts

Cinnamon “ It’s a slow cinnamon summer. Your spell is pulling me under. Rowing in a wooded hollow. Showing me the moves to follow.” Jome

Coffee Breath “ Make me fantasize,'bout you baby. And you smell so sweet, like fresh-picked daisies.” Sofia Mills

Coffee Cup “ So we’re swapping our cups, and after a while, we’re swapping a glance. And I can think nothing better than starting the year with a drop of romance.” Anthony Lazaro

Espresso “ Now he’s thinkin’ ‘bout me every night, oh. Is it that sweet? I guess so. Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know. That’s that me espresso.” Sabrina Carpenter

Grapejuice “ I was on my way to buy some flowers for you. Thought that we could hide away in a corner of the heath. There’s never been someone who’s so perfect for me.” Harry Styles

Honey + Tea “Girls like flowers, clever poetry. That old adage doesn't work on me, but conversation and a cup of tea. Boy, you had me at philosophy.” Mōzi

Milk & Honey “ So come meet me in the garden, where the angels sing. We’re mixing up milk and honey, soft lips divine. Slow cherry and lay me down, oh, she’s coming to set me free.” Jessarae

Pancakes for Dinner “ I’ll try to hide the way I feel, but I’ll just wanna shout. What do I have to lose right now?” Lizzy McAlpine

Thin Mints “ If you let me lova ya like I wanna, write you all the poems like Whitman. You can take my Thin Mints, if you let me love ya like I wanna.” Evan Crommett

Too Sweet “ I think I’ll take my whiskey neat. My coffee black and my bed at three. You’re too sweet for me.” Hozier

playlist for the songs above can be found here: 🧸

to my lovely mutuals, please don’t feel pressured to participate or share, just thought I’d share this with you all ♡

@peteyprecious616 ♡ @malum-forev ♡ @rosepetalsinwinter ♡ @inkedreverie ♡ @nickfowlerrr ♡ @missraion ♡ @pocolottie ♡ @sweetiebarnes ♡

#marvel writing challenge #mcu writing challenge #elixirscafe #writing challenge #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #peter parker x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #tony stark x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #matt murdock x reader #sam wilson x reader #thor odinson x reader

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marigold-hills · 4 months ago

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Precious Things (Part 3)

a Remus Lupin Yuletide Miracle

Day Three: Frostbite | @wolfstarmicrofic

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There are two bookstores on Diagon Alley: Flourish and Blotts, with its mainstream catalogue and perpetual stock of school materials, and Behind the Pillar, so named for its rather unfortunate location with a door hidden by a Grade A Listed 18th century stack of bricks. This, usually Remus’ preference, carries obscure texts of muggle literature with Wizarding commentary, old half-banned books on spell creation, and the more favourable accounts of creatures such as the XXXXX-classified werewolf.

What it doesn’t carry is fad items such as the iQuill.

Remus reminds himself that he is a rather good employee and he likes being a good employee. The place has been decent to him, giving him time off for the full moons and never asking too many questions.

In truth, Remus doesn’t think Aberforth noticed the pattern in Remus’ mysterious illness, nor the frequency of it. As long as all the letters are accounted for by the end of the month, he doesn’t seem to care.

So, Remus says to himself: remain a good employee, listen to your boss’ orders, and steps inside Flourish and Blotts.

It’s cheerful inside. Something rather artificial about the cheerfulness, but still Remus can’t deny it - they have their own dressed up spruce tree, tiny enchanted balls of lights glowing in soothing, pulsating colours, and the whole floor is covered in a kind of artificial snow that makes Remus worry about frostbite.

The iQuill has its own display, prominently placed by the entrance, with a sign saying Perfect Yuletide Gift! above it.

As soon as he approaches it, a member of staff appears next to him - a young, overly-keen girl that makes Remus long for the iffy sellers at the Pillar, where commonly he has to spend upwards of fifteen minutes waiting to check out until whoever works there finishes making their tea.

“Would you care for a demonstration?” she asks with commerce-fuelled joy in her voice.

Remus wants to be kind - always wants to be kind - so he doesn’t tell her he knows how to use a quill and can’t imagine this one to be much more complicated, but she doesn’t wait for the response anyway before diving right into the sales pitch.

“We have the standard iQuill,” she pulls out one, a pretty little thing that actually looks like it would be rather nice to write with. “And for the Holiday special, the Mystery Pen Pal Bundle. Perfect if you’re after a little bit of a surprise!”

It’s a set of a quill, a bottle of ink and a leather bound notebook that makes Remus itch to run his fingers over the cover.

“What is that?” He asks because he’s a weak man for stationary.

“Each iQuill in the Bundle,” she tells him, animated and gesticulating widely, “is enchanted to perfectly match you with another soul out there who owns one. They will let you both know inside of the iBook,” she shakes the notebook a little bit.

Remus physically, viscerally cringes at the name.

Still, the magic sounds… interesting. Compelling. He thinks about who in his life could he realistically use the Quill to communicate with. He already has his weekly phone call with his mum (he uses a little red telephone booth outside of his flat), and even that seems to daunt her technophobic self. There is, of course, Aberforth, but Remus rather gets enough of him at work already.

So he asks “how does it work?” and feels a little put out about his limited choices.

“That’s patented spell work, I’m afraid - nobody knows but the Potters’ Emporium, the company who owns the iQuill brand. But it promises a discreet, non-human-interference to the matching process. The iQuill, unlike a wand, will read you and find the person who you truly need. A little Christmas miracle!” she falters at her own slip up. “Sorry. Yule I mean. A Yuletide miracle. I’m new here,” she laughs in a way that’s too self-deprecating and forceful to be counted as a laugh.

And Remus thinks: hmm. Thinks: that sounds… nice. That sounds like something he would, maybe, quite like.

NEXT PART

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serensama · 3 months ago

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I think we're getting low on onions again...

Chapter 6

Tis mostly Crack. Beware. Written literally because I saw one scene in my head with Taash and had to write it in somewhere- why not in a crack fic with snippets of Rookanis thrown in, if you squint. At the end of the day, it's just Rook being thirsty for her Crow and friends doing what friends do best. Shit talk.

Read on Ao3 Prompt 9 out of 25: Bonding

“You can’t get out of it. You started this, so you’re gonna finish it,” Taash said, looming over Harding, who was staring up at them with a look of regret painted on her face. “Answer it.”

Harding sighed and took a long swig of her mead before scoffing a large chunk of cheese to prolong her answer. Taash poked at their girlfriend’s cheeks to urge her to chew faster.

“Okay, fine!” she screamed, turning a vivid shade of red to match her hair.

“Alright- so, Lace. If you had to choose one of our male teammates or allies- who do you think would be the best lay?” Taash snorted, enjoying watching the dwarf squirm. “We all know it’s a game; I won’t get upset.”

“I wish I never suggested playing this stupid game,” Harding pouted, sneaking in another cracker with cheese.

Neve shimmied onto the couch further, holding her glass of wine with both hands. “Come on, Harding, tell us which man you’d be up to jump just by the look of them so we can make lewd noises whenever you pass them.”

“Neve!”

“Oh, don’t worry, Lace, Neve would never do that... right Neve? Because if you tell Viago that I think his facial hair is his sexiest feature, I think I’d die,” Bellara quipped, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment and the amount of wine she’d drunk on a mostly empty stomach.

“Viago knows it already, Bell. Don’t work yourself up over nothing. It’s Teia you have to worry about; she’s very possessive about anything to do with that man’s face. It’s her favourite seat after all,” Rook teased, snorting when the veil jumper stared at her agape. “Don’t you dare try to eat something else to get out of it, woman! Answer already, Harding!” she yelled, throwing a cushion at the dwarf, hitting her square in the face.

“Fine! Fine!.. I think... Davrin would be the best lay... Grey Warden stamina and... whatnot,” she tittered off at the end, hiding her face in her hands as her friends shrieked around her. Neve and Bell kicked their feet in the air, and Taash stomped a foot on the ground as they laughed at Harding’s discomfort.

Rook sat forward in her seat and spun the empty bottle on the table between them, all those present holding their breath to see where it stopped. Slowly but surely the bottle’s spins waned, and it fell onto Neve, who looked down at the bottle as if it had personally betrayed her and she would somehow find all its secrets and destroy the bottle’s life.

Harding flashed her a wicked grin and continued with the night’s juvenile revelry. “Neve, out of everyone we’ve met on our travels... who would you say would be the best at oral?”

The room went silent as they turned to Neve, who rolled her eyes and took a short sip of her wine.

“Easy. Emmrich. The man has decades of knowledge about the ins and outs of the human body, if he couldn’t find my clitoris, no one could,” she replied with a shrug, the hint of a smile on her face as the others squealed ridiculously to her answer. Bellara’s colouring went from pink to scarlet thinking about her old pen pal being... so... adept at.... oh my. “Rook spin that bottle for me, would you?”

“On it!” she chirped, reaching from her chair with her foot, too comfortable to move. The bottle almost teetered over the edge but managed to stay on the table, wobbling to a stop in front of Taash.

“Vashedan.”

Neve peered over at Taash and tented her fingers around her wine glass, a sinister smile forming on her mouth. “Taash... which one of our allies would you say has the biggest cock?”

“Vorgoth.”

The room erupted with laughter, but they could not deny that their misty friend did radiate a certain type of energy as he sold fine wares to them in the Necropolis. Taash fixed the bottle and spun it a little too hard, causing it to fly off the table and land on Rook’s lap. “Let’s change it up a little, shall we? Feel like playing one of the old Rivaini games?”

Rook shrugged happily, not worried at her companion’s change of tactics.

“Fuck, marry or kill-”

“Lucanis.”

“Rook!” Taash groused, throwing a handful of nuts at their leader. “That’s not how you play the game, and you know it!”

“Alas. That is my answer.”

“You can’t do that- you have to choose between three different people-”

“But why when I would do all three with Lucanis?” Rook countered, crossing her legs on her chair.

“Don’t tell me hanging around with Emmrich has got you doing weird corpse shit now.”

“How do you know I wasn’t doing weird corpse shit before I met Emmrich?” Rook giggled at Taash’s horrified expression. “But seriously, I would... try to kill Lucanis, get close, but he’d manage to thwart me. He’d be so damned impressed that he’d fall in love with me and want to marry me, and then we’d fuck the rest of our lives away... eventually leading me to fuck him to his literal death. See, full circle.”

Bellara sat up and gave her a long, hard look. “I think I’ve drunk so much that it actually makes sense,” she said before promptly passing out on the floor.

Taash crossed their arms as they shook their head, not willing to back down. “Nah, Rook, you played the game wrong, so now you have to do a dare.”

“Wha- that’s not how it works!” Rook cried out, scandalised by the turn of events.

“Well, now you know how it feels,” Taash smirked smugly, Rook cursing herself for being obstinate against a damn Qunari. As if she ever stood a chance. “I dare you to finally get off your ass and tell the Crow how you feel.” Harding and Neve’s heads snapped in her direction in anticipation of her answer. “And if you back out, that means I��have to do it for you.”

“Oooooh, either way, Lucanis finds out about your unending love for him,” Harding teased.

“Guys, no, I’m not- we are not doing that, is that understood?” Rook asked, with a serious look on her face.

“Then you have to play the game right. Fuck, marry or kill- Illario, Elgar'nan or Solas.”

“They are all repugnant.”

“I can’t remember any of the other people’s names. You gotta go with those.”

Rook tried her best to think it out rationally before answering. “... Can I just kill them all?”

The dragon hunter snorted and shook their head, a smug smirk forming on their face. Next time they were out, she would wear her newly ‘gifted’ Crow cape from Viago (stole- she stole it the last time she was drinking too late at the Diamond and the Fifth Talon figured ((strong-armed into submission by Teia)) it was a small price to pay for all she did for them recently), just to rub it into their face that she got one without having to ask for it.

Rook knew ‘kill’ would be Elgar’nan. Easy. No brainer. However, the mere idea of having to say she would fuck or marry either Solas or Illario -even for a game- made her want to become a celibate Chantry sister and pray for forgiveness for the rest of her days. Fuck it. She leaned over and stole the bottle of wine Bellara had been polishing off and downed the remaining liquid, wincing at the slight burn down her throat. With a loud thud, she slammed the bottle back onto the table, the veil jumper violently waking up from the sound with a yelp.

“No time like the present to get brutally rejected, I’m just going to tell him,” Rook declared, standing up with a very obvious sway. Neve and Harding stared at their friend, surprised that she would go to such lengths just not to answer something so trivial. “Wish me luck. If I come back in here crying, know that I will need to consume all the wine in the Lighthouse and every last cheese wand you have on that plate, Taash.”

Determined not to lose her alcohol-fuelled confidence, Rook jogged her way to the door and into the courtyard, impressing herself that she managed to reach the dining hall without almost falling off the ledge. A task sometimes difficult for her even when sober. She saw Davrin and Emmrich seated in the corner, chatting amongst themselves so deeply that they did not notice her arrival. With one deep breath, she centred herself and forced her feet to follow each other to the pantry door. They had been skirting around this for too long, and after the wonderful dessert he made for her the other night- she had to get it out in the open, even if that meant he finally turned her down.

Rook knocked and waited for him to say she could enter. He was leaning against the blasted shelves again, looking far too attractive than he had any right to be for someone standing between coffee beans and onions. He turned to her and smiled, about to say something when she held out a hand to stop him. Rounded, doe-like eyes stared at her, startled by her strange behaviour, but he said nothing.

“You and I have been playing some messed up game of cat and mouse. So much so I don’t even know who the cat is and who the mouse is anymore. But now, a trap has been laid, and I have been caught-”

“As the cat… or the mouse?”

“Shut up. Both. The point is, I’ve been caught, and I don’t know what follows from here.”

“I must say, you are impressively drunk tonight, Rook,” Lucanis chuckled at her and crossed the room to meet her, arms folded against his chest. “I believe you were saying you were caught, and you do not know what follows. Please, proceed.”

“I like you, Lucanis. I have done, for a really long time, and I thought… maybe… you liked me back. But you’ve never outright said anything, and I’m starting to think you’ve just been really nice to me, and I’m reading way too much into things. So if you could please just put me out of my misery and-”

“We should go somewhere,” he interrupted with a clearing of his throat. “The Lighthouse is starting to feel like a cage. Do you have a moment now?”

“N-now?” Rook’s eyes bugged out of her head at his change of topic. He always bloody did that! She hated that!

Lucanis nodded and dropped his arms, holding one hand out to her. “Mhmm. I thought as you were there to witness my new deal with Spite. You should come to see it paid in full.”

Rook ran her hand down her face in a bid to not scream at the Crow. “I guess that’s my answer then. Yeah, sure, no worries. I’ll just uh… tell them all I’m gonna head out with you for Crow business-”

“Tell them you’re going out with me. For a date.”

“For… a date?” she clarified after a minute of staring at him like he had just slapped her. “With me. Together. As in not just to meet Illario or for something to do for a contract. With me.”

He nodded and did his best not to laugh out loud at the gobsmacked expression she wore or how prettily her cheeks flushed when she realised that she did, in fact, get an answer to her question.

“So… bear with me here… Me and you, Rook and Lucanis- on a date- with each other. Just you and me. No cousins or grandmas or Teia and Viago to try to send me on any more missions? Just a date for… us?”

“And then after, we can walk in the markets or come back here, or we can go to the Diamond together and have some drinks there- anything you want.”

Rook smiled at the thought of being able to walk around Treviso with Lucanis, maybe she’d get the chance to hold his hand if he felt comfortable enough to do so. Even sneak in a moonlight kiss on one of the bridges, even if it was just a peck on his cheek.

“If we go to the diamond, I won’t even say anything about Viago’s facial hair. He’s far too proud of his moustache and goatee as it is.”

… Say what.

“Why would you say anything about it?” she asked, confused, her loved-up haze dissipating, something in her gut telling her to be wary. Rook focused on the way Lucanis’s eyes darted to the door, his assassin instincts kicking in to look for the quickest exit whenever he was in danger.

“Oh, you know me and Viago go way back. I’ve been known to comment on his facial hair from time to time.”

Rook narrowed her eyes at the Lucanis and placed her hands on her hips. Alarm bells rang in her ears as memories of that night replayed in her mind.

“You little sneak! You were spying on us!” she shrieked, slapping him half-heartedly on his arms.

He raised his hands in surrender and hung his head in shame, but his little smirk belied his remorseful actions. “My apologies. We did not mean to eavesdrop on you.”

“... WE?”

“I…”

“We?”

“That is to say…”

“Please tell me when you say we, you mean you and Spite.”

“...”

“How much did you guys hear?” Rook squeaked, her body heating up from embarrassment. She had not been very subtle about her very carnal need to have him so often and in ways so imaginative that somehow they would both end up pregnant.

Lucanis never lied to Rook, and even if he wanted to, he had Spite beside him, grinning at him and shaking his head knowingly. If he tried to bend the truth, the little demon would sell him out to her in a heartbeat. Because if Spite had to choose between him and Rook, somehow Lucanis would come in third place after Spite chose Rook twice.

“We were there from Bellara admitting that once she and Irelin decided to get better acquainted in the forest only to be interrupted by a very insistent Gus the nug, as they were lying on top of a rich patch of truffles and now Bellara has a scar from a nug bite on her ass. I left when you were choosing me to marry, kill or-”

“Oh no no no no no no no no! That was practically the whole night! You guys were just standing there like a bunch of- nope! Not okay!” she griped, stalking off to confront the two other men. “You two, come with me, now!” Rook ordered, pointing toward the library. Emmrich profusely apologised, saying he only meant to go back to pick up a volume in his library, but Davrin and Lucanis had stopped him from going further. The Grey Warden smiled at her sheepishly and offered his apologies as well but used Assan as a physical shield between them in case she decided to attack him.

“No excuses- go, now!” Rook sent a warning glare to Lucanis, who dutifully followed, in for a copper, in for a gold.

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Bellara, Harding, Neve and Taash glared at the men who had the decency to at least look somewhat regretful for their actions.

“What should we do to get them back for this heinous betrayal?” Bellara asked, bottom lip jutting out in an angry pout. “Maybe I should go to Arlathan and get Gus, so they can see how it feels when they get in between a nug and a truffle!” She looked to Neve, who was still thinking about an appropriate punishment when their dragon hunter suggested that they could all be bait for an upcoming hunt the Lords were planning.

“No, we don’t want to hurt them or put any innocent animals into harm's way by subjecting them to seeing these bastards’ bits.” Neve deadpanned, tapping her chin in deep thought. She looked over the three men, saw their guilty expressions and decided their fate. “It would be far more fair if they were made to answer the same questions, seeing as they know so much more about us than we do about them. So start. Talking. Boys.”

Rook piped in to excuse Lucanis from the exercise and took him by the wrist, her loose hold on his exposed skin enough to send tingles through the both of them. “Not this one, though. Not now, anyways. We have a date to go on.” Harding and Bellara cooed, and Neve nodded her approval, the detective having noted the subtle smile the Antivan wore since entering the room.

“Alright, make yourselves comfortable and properly drunk. And seeing as Lucanis is not joining in, you guys will have to answer each question, twice,” Taash instructed, setting a new bottle of wine in between Davrin and Emmrich.

“Wait now, Taash, that’s not how the game works,” Davrin objected, only to silence himself at their glare.

“Well, seeing as you guys didn’t play by the rules and eavesdropped, it’s how it works now!” they pointed out. “I don’t make the rules. Except in this case. In this case, I make the rules and you guys gotta spill it. Emmrich… have you ever done it in a coffin?”

“What? No!” the necromancer frowned, obviously disgusted at their line of questioning. “There’s not enough room in a coffin; it must be in a sarcophagus.”

“... I want to say nice, but I’m pretty creeped out,” Taash replied, grimacing.

“Bell… Why are you writing this all down? For evidence? We’re all here,” Neve queried, peering over her friend’s shoulder to see her normally neat script turn into large, sloppy lettering she knew would be difficult to decipher later.

“No, silly, I need to get this all down for my story, I think my characters could use a story or two to be more relatable to my audience.”

Neve chuckled and relaxed back in her seat. “Another writer that takes after the great Varric Tethras all too well.”

“Davrin, just how much stamina does a Grey Warden actually have?” Harding asked, crossing her arms and attempting to look as intimidating as she could. Lucanis understood even more why she chose to go the ‘personable’ route instead of combative all her life- the dwarf was impossibly adorable even though he knew she was not to be trifled with.

“Classified. Can’t tell you that,” Davrin replied, mirroring her and crossing his arms in kind.

“Knew it. It’s an urban legend. Warden’s can probably only go for 10 minutes,” Taash snorted.

“Hey, I didn’t say that!”

“Oh, okay. So what... 5 minutes then?”

“You go and enjoy yourselves, Rook, Lucanis. But don’t think you’re getting off the hook so easily just because you’re in the good books with our leader,” Neve called out, motioning for them to head to the eluvian with a nod of her head.

Davrin made an alarmed noise, which had the assassin turn back in surprise, the elf staring at him dead in the eye, mouth set with resolution. “Lucanis, I will give you any amount of money if I can take out a contract on my own life, right now.”

“Sorry, Davrin, only a Talon can hand out assignments they believe have merit.”

“But you are a damn Talon!”

“Oh, you’re right. But sadly, there is no merit in this. It would be the equivalent of me buying a fish in the markets, then attaching it to a fishing rod and pretending that I caught it. No need to kill a dead man who doesn’t understand they’re already dead.”

“You could have just said no, man.”

Rook and Lucanis slipped through the eluvian and stepped onto the familiar ledge of the Diamond, the beautiful skyline of Treviso stealing away Rook’s breath for the umpteenth time.

“Before we move on, I do need to say something to you, Rook,” Lucanis began, taking in a deep breath of the crisp evening air. “Game or not, you were right, back there. It would be a challenge, but I think I would be able to stop you from killing me. I would be impressed by you, I am impressed by you- and I would marry you in time- if you would have me. And I would die for you, in any manner you would see fit.”

Rook had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t passed out drunk and dreaming back in the Lighthouse. In the space of an hour, not only did she find out he reciprocated her feelings, he also asked her out on a date and was apparently in the mood to be very chatty about his feelings. That and he confirmed he was up for marriage and death by sex… at least eventually. First, they had to get through their first date. “Do me a favour and tell Taash that I was right, would you? And they had the audacity to say I didn’t know how to play this game!”

“As soon as we get back. And… no… no Spite-”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, concerned that the demon was acting out again as their agreement had been fulfilled.

“Nothing- he just… he wants to play the game as well,” he explained, actively listening to what the demon was saying to him offside. “He is eager to play, though he is not quite sure about the rules.”

Rook threw her head back and laughed joyfully, the sound sweeter to him than any treat Cafe Pietra served. “Well then, we can make a night of it sometime. You and I can sit down and play all sorts of games, and he can pick it up by watching. And any holes found, I’m sure, will be filled.”

“Holes in his knowledge, you mean?” he questioned, not sure if he had misheard or perhaps misunderstood.

“No, I don’t.”

Lucanis sputtered and almost tripped over a broken roof tile at her brazen words but could not deny that the thought of the two of them, alone, playing a game that required such intimacy and trust to speak so truthfully with each other could definitely be insightful. Inspirational even.

Why are you smiling like that, Lucanis? Will playing with Rook be that much fun?

“I… will look forward to it.”

#lucanis dellamorte #dragon age the veilguard #dragon age the veil guard spoilers #lucanis x rook #dragon age the veil guard fanfic #dragon age #rookanis #team bonding #just some crack stupidity really

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psychooomind · 4 months ago

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Mixed Signals

Severus Snape x reader

Summary: Set between 1989 and 1998, Severus Snape and Katya Borislova attend the European Potioneers' Assemblies, where they meet and begin a pen pal friendship that confuses them both.

This is a prequel to another of my Harry Potter fanfics, The New Founders.

A multi-entry, slow-burn, colleagues to lovers, smut

You can also read it at AO3 here.

Saturday, April 4, 1993

Katya was looking at the peaceful view from her kitchen window. The night was calm, and she could see the cars passing by, small, on Komsomol'skiy Street. She loved nights like this; they gave her a sense of peace. She continued chopping vegetables when, suddenly, she heard the crackling of the fireplace and flinched slightly.

Severus Snape appeared through the Floo network, dressed in his usual black robes and carrying a bottle of wine under his arm. His brow was slightly furrowed, and Katya’s heart began to beat faster. She silently thanked him for pretending to be indifferent and not rushing to greet her.

She wiped her hands and glanced at her reflection in the window, concerned. She ran her fingers through her hair to smooth it out one more time before approaching him.

Severus, meanwhile, was taking his time to appreciate the immensity of the apartment. The photos she had sent him did not do it justice; it was truly luxurious. He walked over to the large penthouse window and gazed out at the city. He had never been to Russia before.

“It’s the Khamovniki district,” Katya said behind him. When she reached his side, she pointed to a body of water. “That’s the Moskva River.”

“Impressive,” Severus murmured.

He gave her a quick glance before turning his eyes back to the view, but it was enough to take in the essentials. Katya was wearing a black satin dress that clung to her figure. Its neckline, subtle but alluring, left him momentarily stunned. The thick straps of the dress, adorned with magical runes, it made him wonder if they were another gift from her designer friend.

“Shall I pour you a drink?” Katya asked hastily, her accent slipping through. Severus guessed she was nervous and nodded, handing her the bottle.

He listened to the sound of her heels fading as she walked away, and in a moment of weakness, allowed himself to watch her, something he quickly regretted. The dress was indeed tight.

Severus took a deep breath, trying to control the images flooding his mind. Before leaving Hogwarts, he had promised himself he wouldn’t do anything reckless, wouldn’t let his instincts get the better of him. But it felt as though Katya was laying all her cards on the table. He wondered what it would be like if he weren’t himself, if he could pretend to be someone else, someone better at handling this situation. Frustration washed over him. A part of him wanted to lose control, to take her right there against the window, while another part of him wanted to keep her at a safe distance.

He heard her footsteps returning. Control yourself, he thought.

“Thank you,” she whispered, handing him a glass of wine.

“Would you like me to take your cloak?” Katya asked.

Severus unbuttoned his cloak and handed it to her. For a moment, he felt vulnerable. Katya snapped her fingers, and the cloak floated over to a coat rack in the corner, near the front door. Above the door, there was a large tourmaline embedded in the wall.

“I see you have many protections in your home,” Severus remarked. “The door, the security wards, and…”

“I’m a woman living alone,” she interrupted. “Better safe than sorry.”

Severus nodded, though he felt Katya was hiding something. He tried, unsuccessfully, to quietly probe her mind. Katya smiled mockingly.

“I thought you didn’t do that any more,” she said, taking a sip of wine.

“Apologies, it was rude of me,” he quickly apologized, then added sincerely, “Sometimes, you’re an enigma.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she replied with a smile, gesturing for him to sit on the sofa. “I don’t like apparitions or unannounced visits.” They shared that sentiment. “Wizards here aren’t used to taking ‘no’ for an answer,” she explained.

Severus nodded. Was it a troublesome ex-boyfriend? A colleague at work bothering her? Whatever the source of her paranoia, a deep feeling of anger began to swell inside him. They weren’t worthy of her… just like him.

Katya sat elegantly on the sofa beside him, playing absentmindedly with her hair. She felt her bad mood rising and didn’t want to scare him away with her traumas and fears. Meanwhile, Severus scanned the living room with his dark, analytical eyes. When she moved closer to him, he stiffened. His eyes were now fixed on the bookshelf.

“How was your day?” Katya asked casually, trying to keep her tone light as she sipped from her glass.

“Interesting,” he murmured, settling more comfortably into the sofa. “There was a Quidditch match this morning. Hufflepuff against Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff won,” he commented. “Then I bought the wine in Hogsmeade. Do you like it?” he asked, fixing his gaze on her. Katya noticed how his eyes briefly strayed to her neckline and smiled inwardly.

“Oh yes, it’s very good, thank you,” she replied. “What did you tell your colleagues?”

“That I had a date,” he replied curtly. “They’ll have questions when I return. I’ve never taken a day off.”

“Never?” Katya asked, curious. “How responsible of you.”

“More like I’ve never had anything that warranted taking a day off,” he explained.

Katya nodded, and Severus noticed a slight blush on her cheeks. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing small diamond earrings. He sighed. She was out of his league, he thought. Glancing around, surrounded by luxury, he realized that her clothes alone probably cost more than his monthly salary as a professor. A knot formed in his stomach.

Suddenly, an electronic beeping sound came from the kitchen, interrupting the moment. Katya shot up, muttering something in Russian, and hurried towards the kitchen. Severus followed her slowly. The kitchen, like the rest of the flat, was elegantly grey with black marble countertops. The smell of garlic wafted from a small black pot on the stove.

“Do you like pesto?” Katya asked as she drained the pasta. “I didn’t ask earlier, but I can make something else if…”

“I love it,” Severus affirmed with conviction. “It smells amazing.”

“Oh, thank you,” she said, turning towards him with a big smile. “Do you think I could win you over with food, then?”

Severus snorted, trying to suppress a laugh. Katya blushed and burst out laughing herself.

Gods, how he wanted to take her right there, he thought, as he watched her cover her face, embarrassed. He felt like a hormone-ridden teenager, nervous as if it were his first time with a woman. None of his past encounters, not even during his time as a Death Eater, compared to what he felt for Katya. She was an extraordinary witch, beautiful, and unlike anything he had experienced before.

“Enough wine, Miss Borislova,” Severus said, making her glass float towards him. She gave him a look of both reproach and amusement.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said cheekily, placing a hand on her chest to stop the glass from floating away while trying to reach for it with her other hand.

Severus raised the glass even higher, and she giggled. She looked at him affectionately but, sensing the growing tension, turned back to serving the food. The cupboard opened, and two plates flew into her hands. He watched her, captivated by her movements and her body. He breathed in deeply, and the soft scent of lavender from her perfume overwhelmed him. He let himself get lost in thought.

Her skin must be so soft, he imagined what it would be like to have her on top of him… No, he reprimanded himself. Control yourself.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Severus asked, trying to regain his composure.

“Would the Potions Master care to grate the cheese, please?” she replied playfully.

He nodded, rolling up his sleeves before getting to work. He grated the cheese with precision and brought the small bowl over to the table, where Katya was already waiting, having poured more wine into their glasses. The glass table allowed him to notice that she had taken off her heels. Katya had a satisfied smile on her face.

“I know I’ve seen your tattoo before…” she commented suddenly. Severus felt a pang in his stomach. “But I never would have imagined you as the type to like that sort of thing.”

Severus realized he had left his sleeves rolled up and quickly pulled them down, feeling uncomfortable. He sat opposite her, his eyes cast down to his plate. He hadn’t told her about those three years of his life and feared that if he did, Katya would distance herself.

“I hate it,” he muttered, staring at his plate. “I don’t know what I was thinking when I got it.”

“Did it hurt?” she asked, taking another sip of wine. “What was it? A bet, a toxic relationship?” Her tone was light, teasing.

Severus let out a slightly manic laugh. Yes, a toxic relationship, he thought sarcastically.

“I was a troubled teenager,” he confided. “It was a bad crowd.”

His eyes met Katya’s, and hers were like a crystal-clear lake, ice in its purest form. Katya giggled softly.

“Troubled?” she said. “I can’t imagine it. Did you vandalize Hogwarts, fail your classes?”

“No, no… Well, yes,” he admitted reluctantly. “But I was diligent in school.”

Severus took a bite of pasta. The food was exquisite.

“Oh, this is amazing… Kat,” he said, savouring the words.

He decided to use the nickname he had reserved only in his thoughts. He had never called her that before, only using it when he saw her letters arrive by Nox. He hoped the change of subject would shift her focus.

“So, Kat?” she said with a smile while eating. “Sev it's alright?”

He laughed, genuinely laughed. First, because his attempt to change the subject had worked, and second, because it had been years since anyone had called him that.

“I suppose,” he murmured, amused.

They ate in silence for a few minutes. Inside, Katya was radiating with excitement. She had spent nearly two years waiting for this moment and felt that everything was going smoothly. She wondered if Severus would make any further moves. She didn’t want to always be the one to take the leap.

“I read today that there’s been a breakthrough in the Magical Supreme Court regarding the use of blood in potions,” Severus murmured while taking another bite of pasta. “I don’t know if you’ve been following it…”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, interrupting him with enthusiasm. “Sorry, yes.” Katya chastised herself internally; she needed to stop drinking so much wine. “I saw it in the European Magical Daily…”

“European Magical Daily,” he finished for her. They both smiled.

“Incredible development, don’t you think?” she commented, cutting a piece of bread and handing it to him. “I think it will be very useful. I’ve even thought about presenting on the topic at the next assembly. The use of blood in potions could be a turning point in curing certain magical diseases.”

Severus frowned. He could imagine the faces of some purists if she dared to present such a topic at the Assembly. They would label her a dark witch.

“I think it’s an excellent idea, but I’m not sure if it’s something I would present at the Assembly,” he advised cautiously. “Some people aren’t as… open to unconventional practices.”

Katya raised an eyebrow.

“Unconventional practices?”, she questioned.

“Dark Arts,” he said plainly. “Some believe that any association with them is wrong, no matter how pure the intentions.”

“Not everything involving blood is Dark Magic, Sev,” she said, placing her hand on the table.

Sev.

“No, it’s not. But you and I might think that way. I’m not sure others would reason the same.”

“Well, then they shouldn’t be at an academic assembly,” Katya replied firmly.

Severus smiled at her determination. They continued talking about the subject for nearly an hour. Katya admitted that she used her own blood in specific potions, like protection potions. Severus also shared that some desperate witches even used blood in love potions. Katya was alarmed by this revelation, but Severus wondered silently if she had ever done it—if, irresponsibly, she had slipped a love potion into those Christmas ciders, and now they were both in trouble because of it.

While they were talking, Katya took out her wand, and with a slight movement, the dishes floated towards the kitchen, where they began washing themselves. She was about to do the same with the glasses, but Severus also pulled out his wand, and suddenly, their glasses refilled with wine, even though the bottle was empty.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were still thirsty,” Katya said, amused, looking at him.

“Wine helps to quell base instincts,” he murmured, noticing how she breathed a little more heavily.

“We’re going to need more, then,” she said, leaning forward on the table, her neckline teasingly stretching.

He found her reactions incredibly amusing. It was a new feeling for him, being desired, something he hadn’t noticed in his previous encounters. Katya seemed to enjoy letting him know that she wanted him. It made him feel exposed, and he was afraid he would mess everything up.

With a sudden, abrupt movement, he ventured towards the bookshelf that adorned one of the penthouse walls. The shelves were filled with volumes, many specialising in Dark Arts, Potions, and Enchantments, as well as Muggle topics like Economics, Administration, Politics, History, and lighter subjects like poetry and novels.

Severus feared ruining the friendship they had built over the last four years. He didn’t have many friends, or rather, he had none. He had acquaintances, collages. The Hogwarts staff, who he had to interact with daily out of necessity, had formed a sort of connection: Minerva, Pomona, Poppy, Charity, Fillius, and even Albus, when he wasn’t too busy keeping an eye on him. Then there were Lucius and Narcissa, who pretended as if they hadn’t manipulated a teenager into joining a cult and invited him to galas, sent him birthday gifts, or, dramatically, named him their son’s godfather. A bold move for someone who harboured some resentment towards them. He liked them, yes, but couldn’t overlook the fact that he distrusted them. He didn’t feel comfortable with them, something that wasn’t an issue with Katya. With her, he felt at ease, able to talk about anything, and, unfortunately, he was attracted to her.

He wondered how far he was willing to go that night. He feared that if they crossed that line, he would lose the connection he valued so much with Katya. Or worse, it would start a different type of relationship between them, one in which he would have to open up more, reveal his secrets, his past as a Death Eater, a chapter of his life that still haunted him.

On the other hand, Katya was grappling with her own insecurities. Every word they exchanged made her feel more and more uncertain. Was she going too far? What would happen tonight? Sometimes she felt like Severus kept a metaphorical arm’s length between them, but in the next moment, he would pull her into his own desires, playing a game of cat and mouse.

She simply couldn’t read his intentions, or perhaps the cruel truth was that he might be gay and just toying with her. A part of her began to feel ridiculous for dressing so provocatively and for her direct attempts at flirting.

She approached him slowly. Severus was engrossed in a book on the Russian Magical Statute. Katya figured he didn’t fully understand what he was reading.

“This word…” he murmured, pointing to a title in the index. “What does it mean?”

“Zagryaznennyy,” she said. “Dirty, contaminated.” She let out a snort. “They’re absurd laws, really, from thousands of years ago.”

“What does it mean?” Severus pressed.

“In Russia, no wizard can marry a Muggle; it would contaminate pure blood,” she said, rolling her eyes. “It’s a bit hypocritical, really. The big families in our community don’t mix with Muggles personally, but they do work and make millions with them. Pyotr Borislov is the perfect example.”

Severus nodded slowly.

“Do you tolerate Muggles, considering you work with them daily?” he asked, surprising Katya, as she had never sensed any supremacist tendencies from him.

“I’ve seen no reason not to,” she replied vaguely, trying to hide the discomfort the question had caused her. “What do you think?”

Severus held her gaze for a few seconds before finally saying:

“I find them… tolerable,” he murmured.

Katya nodded, feeling a slight shift in the air. Severus felt it too. He didn’t quite know why he had answered that way. The truth was, he didn’t feel comfortable around Muggles; being near them made him feel like he was pretending to be someone else. He could see the change in Katya’s expression and sensed that she was judging him for how he’d answered. Perhaps his comment had given him an air of superiority, something he would hate for Katya to think of him. Severus was about to say something when she excused herself to go to the bathroom. He stood there, feeling awkward, hating himself for ruining any possible chance.

In the bathroom, Katya splashed some water on her face and changed into comfortable black pyjamas and a pair of casual shorts. She removed her jewellery and sighed, resigned. Something told her that nothing would happen that night. When she returned, Severus was still reading from the volumes in her library. Upon seeing her, he felt that she was subtly signalling him to leave.

“You look more comfortable like that,” he commented, feeling a strange mix of disappointment as he realized she wanted him to go. “I think it’s time…”

“Would you like to help me with my thesis?” she asked. “I feel like that would be more useful than trying to flirt with you all night.” She added, looking at him with a defiant smile. “You’re the king of mixed signals, Severus.”

He felt guilty, lowering his gaze. She wanted him too, but in his foolishness, he was pushing her away.

“I’m sorry if I haven’t been clear.” The words came out sincerely, but also with sadness; he really did care for her. Moreover, he could see how Katya’s face fell as she listened. “Don’t think your efforts went unnoticed; I want it too… But something tells me I wouldn’t be good company beyond friendship, Kat.”

“Why do you think that?” Her question was genuine, and Severus felt she deserved an equally genuine answer.

“Because I value our friendship too much, and if you knew more about me, I’m certain you would distance yourself,” he said firmly.

Run, girl, run, he thought. Nothing good happens to the people I care about.

She sighed.

“I understand,” Katya murmured, though a shadow of disappointment crept into her voice. Still, she didn’t want the night to end like this.

“I’ll help you with your thesis if you still want,” he assured her.

She nodded, and both of them settled on the sofa, a bit tense. Katya placed a cushion between them, and soon the living room was filled with information. As Katya read and explained her thesis, Severus couldn’t help but recognize that she was a prodigy in the field. Economics wasn’t something that interested him or that he fully understood, but the young woman had a way of explaining complex subjects with clarity and practicality.

They debated for a good while about how to improve the thesis until, little by little, fatigue overcame them. Before they knew it, they had both fallen asleep, surrounded by thesis papers.

Katya woke up in the middle of the night and realized she had fallen asleep while Severus had been correcting part of her thesis. She assumed he hadn’t wanted to wake her, so, delicately, she stood up to find a blanket and a pillow to cover him. As she approached, she found him waking up, surprised by her gesture.

“Thank you, but I really should return to Hogwarts,” he murmured, his eyes still half-closed.

“Stay,” Katya insisted, not wanting him to leave. “I promise I won’t disturb you.”

There was a moment of hesitation, but finally, Severus relented, watching her intently as part of her pyjama top had slipped open, revealing a glimpse of her bare skin. He couldn’t stop himself from deliberating just how much he would like to have her right there, on the sofa.

“You can use the bathroom if you like,” she said, her voice drowsy.

After a few minutes, he nodded, thanked her, and went to the bathroom, where an erection was demanding attention. With clinical precision, he took care of the situation and, when finished, felt a wave of guilt. He washed his face harshly and sat on the toilet, seething, for a few minutes.

When he emerged from the bathroom, Katya was waiting to wish him goodnight before, disappearing into her room and closing the door behind her. Severus mulled over whether he should pursue something more with her, but the closed door and her earlier disappointed expression convinced him that it would be best to leave things as they were.

He returned to the sofa and sank into it, holding the pillow and blanket that still carried her scent. He hugged them to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

The morning arrived suddenly, filling the penthouse with light. Severus woke to the sound of someone preparing breakfast. He moved towards the kitchen and watched Katya move slowly about, making coffee and neatly organizing the pages of her thesis.

“Good morning,” he greeted her. She returned the greeting without turning to face him.

Is she upset? he wondered.

“I made coffee for both of us,” she said, turning cautiously towards him. “I don’t have much to go with it, just some toast and…”

“I don’t usually eat breakfast,” he confessed. “The coffee will do.”

Katya nodded and sighed before speaking again.

“Severus…”

“Katya.”

They both smiled, and Severus gestured for her to continue.

“I’m sorry. Perhaps I’ve been… too forward for you,” she admitted, a hint of uncertainty in her tone.

“No, I’m glad I came,” he said sincerely. He noticed her hair falling over her face, creating a curtain that hid her eyes. Gently, he reached out and tucked a few strands behind her ear. “Besides, your thesis is now ready to present.”

Katya nodded quietly and sat on the kitchen counter.

“I enjoyed it too,” she assured him. “I’d love for you to stay longer. Moscow is beautiful at this time of year.”

Severus also wished he could stay. All that awaited him at Hogwarts were piles of papers to grade.

“I don’t have magical permission to be here,” he reminded her, and she let out a sigh of frustration.

As they approached the fireplace, Katya’s hand brushed against his. Severus felt that despite the complications, something in that night had strengthened their connection. Just before throwing the Floo powder into the fireplace, in a sudden impulse, he leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.

“See you soon, Kat,” he said, his heart pounding as he stepped away.

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