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I leave my big dog alone outside for 5 minutes and come back to find that a magpie has dropped a walnut into the yard so she can crack it open and he can eat the inside. He was sitting on the fence watching her chew at it. I'm willing to bet this is the same magpie that perched on the deck to watch her chew at some ice outside the other day. He probably figured out that her big strong teeth could open things much faster for him -_- why is this bird outsourcing his labour to my dog
#h talks#she had only gotten the shell open once I went out so I don't think she swallowed any#I have to keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't get fucking cyanide poisoning now. sigh#place your bets on whether or not he comes back with something else soon#Jaida is too friendly for her own good. she wont bark at or chase birds so this guy thinks shes his best friend now
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Iâm cracking up at the thought of Oscar accidentally seeing a nude of his sister in Carlosâs phone
HELP I HAD TO ELABORATE ON THIS
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Hotel rooms are boring. There's nothing else to do other than lay in bed and shower.
You regret telling Carlos â because now he's your boyfriend, and you share hotel rooms with him, how wild â that you wanted to stay in bed all morning and not join him for practice sessions because now is nearly midday and he's not back yet. And you're bored.
Not finding anything else to do, you open your suitcase to put together your outfit for Quali tomorrow, you laugh when the first thing you see is a McLaren cap and a Ferrari one packed together. And to think that next year you'll be adding a Williams one to your suitcase for race weekends.
As you move a pair of jeans, you come into view with something you didn't even remember you packed â a red lacy set of lingerie.
You decide to put it on, after all, you don't have anything better to do.
Meanwhile at the Zandvoort Circuit, Oscar, Carlos, Lando and Max are lounging at a hospitality area. The sessions and meetings for the day were over, so they were just waiting for the call to head out.
"Lando, can I borrow your phone? Mine is dead and I want to check Lily's flight, it's supposed to land soon," Oscar says from his place on the couch.
"I can't mate, I'm sexting right now," Lando replies, making the group laugh and Oscar roll his eyes.
"Take mine, it's in the table," Carlos says, fixing himself a cup of coffee from the small station in the room.
"Thanks," Oscar grabs the device, failing when he tries to unlock it, "What's your pass code?"
"Your sister's birthday," Carlos says casually, stirring his coffee.
The room erupts in a chorus of groans and laughter.
"Oh my god, Carlos," Lando exclaims, barely containing his giggles. "That's so cheesy!"
"Seriously, mate?" Max joins in, "What are you, a teenager with his first crush?"
Oscar looks at Carlos with mock disgust on his face. "My sister's birthday? Really? I don't know whether to be touched or grossed out."
Carlos shrugs, a slight blush creeping up his neck. "What? It's easy to remember."
"Yeah, sure," Lando snorts. "I bet your wallpaper is a picture of you two as well."
Carlos doesn't respond, suddenly very interested in his coffee.
"Oh my god, it is!" Max howls with laughter. "You're such a sap, Sainz!"
Oscar shakes his head, chuckling. "I can't believe this. My sister's turned you into a lovesick puppy."
Just as Oscar is about to search for his girlfriend's flight information, a text notification pops up. Out of habit and muscle memory, he ends up tapping on it, opening the message.
Oscar's eyes widen, and he lets out a yelp, nearly dropping the phone. "Oh god, my eyes!" he exclaims, tossing the phone back to Carlos as if it were on fire.
The others look at him, confused and amused.
"What happened?" Lando asks, trying to peer at Carlos' phone.
Oscar covers his face with his hands, groaning. "I just saw something I really, really didn't need to see. Carlos, mate, you need to put a lock on those messages from my sister."
With a frown, Carlos opens his messages, tapping on your contact and finding what made Oscar scream in disgust.
A picture of you wearing the lacy red set, with the caption "we need to put these to good use before we throw all the ferrari red away"
Carlos glances at his phone, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly locks the screen. He clears his throat, trying to maintain his composure. "Ah, I see. Sorry about that, Oscar."
Oscar is still covering his eyes dramatically. "I'm going to need therapy after this. Seriously, Carlos, password protect those messages or something!"
"Come on, what was it?" Lando tries to sneak a peek at Carlos' phone. "It can't be that bad!"
"Trust me, you don't want to know," Oscar groans. "There are some things a brother should never see."
"Look on the bright side, at least you know your sister is happy?" Max pats Oscar on the back.
"Not helping, Verstappen!" Oscar throws a nearby cushion at Max, which only makes everyone laugh harder.
"Sorry, hermano. I'll be more careful next time," Carlos says, putting on an awkward smile.
"There better not be a next time," Oscar mumbles, still looking traumatized. "I'm going to need therapy after this."
Oscar makes a mental note to never, ever touch Carlos' phone again, and Carlos makes a mental note to lock his girlfriend's messages. And put those lacy red sets to good use later, too.
#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz fanfiction#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz smau#little bitch#carlos sainz blurb#carlos sainz fic#f1 x reader#f1 fanfiction#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 fanfiction#carlos sainz smut#cs55 x reader#cs55 fanfiction#harrysfolklore#carlos sainz fic rec#carlos sainz social media au#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz#formula 1
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IdĂŠe Fixe
yandere!lyney x reader
cw(s) : yandere, lyney, written before fontaine release
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two dorks psychoanalyze each other. might kiss out of spite.
âFor as many hearts as you steal, how many do you keep?â
The smooth texture from designed cards is felt across the tips of your fingers, your eyes capture the patterns printed on them through the filter of silvery moonlight and the sound of steps falling in sync with yours assure you of the verity of this encounter.
You don't even need to look up to picture the twinkling amethysts, the widening curve of lips that never convey anything concrete and a sudden bounce in the magician's steps ; the visage painted in your subconscious like the motifs on the cards your fingers fiddle with in intrigue.
The chilly night breeze are but twirls of playful edge,âYou make it sound like something else,â
If you cared to look up, you would've noticed the subtle dance of his brows. Lyney begins to walk a step ahead of you in the midst of his short speech, through prolonged scrutiny that'd rival that of the most skilled jeweler's ; you've associated this change of pace to either be in preparation for his usual trickery â or, in the few sparse occasions that go as soon as they come, a casual introduction of another subject to eliminate the previous one. While one could accuse you of reading too much into things, you've long since learned that when it concerns the eccentric magician, the tell-tale details will reveal what he will not.
âOh really? Perhaps it's your mind imagining insinuations that do not exist, you do have a creative brain.â
âOuch, only you could insult and praise me in the same sentence.â Lyney places a hand over his heart to cradle it from the jab, though his choice of words should indicate offense, the delivery makes it clear he wouldn't have it any other way.
âWhy, thank you, though you're gravely mistaken if you think that will change the subject.â with a swivel of his cape, Lyney spins to walk facing you, his strides (albeit backwards) unchanging in confidence and only when your lift your head to lock eyes, does his expression lighten.
âWell, to answer your question, the ones that are worth keeping, of course.â
The magician chuckles at your eye-roll, âDon't play coy, you know precisely how I meant that question.â
Lyney hums in pretend contemplation, gaze still fixated on your moonlit form, the beat of both of your steps grazing against the pavement and making it seem like a strange parade. Your question holds substance unknown to the rest of the world, but translucent to the magician.
It is both his frustration and delight that you're never bent by his charming words and theatrics. Your firm stare and insistence on the topic confirm his suspicions that you're searching for something particular, something uprooted from the very depths of his soul and he could bet his entire career that you won't stop until you've wrung it out. The answer you seek is nothing he can't give, it'd be simple as well, but precisely due to this knowledge the magician opts instead to test the limitations of your patience.
Truth be told, Lyney never likes it easy and neither do you.
For a miniscule lapse in the boundless confines of time, it's as though both of your world has separated from the existing one. For an amount that'd otherwise be uncomfortable, all exchange is made through your locked eyes. Like a secret shared between no other soul â despite your better judgement, the realization sends a jolt of thrill through your veins and you cannot help but wonder if the magician feels the same.
Seemingly out of thin air, Lyney twirls his magic wand in a wanton pattern, small sparks of light clash with the moon's glow before waltzing past your hair â you pause for not a second, knowing their goal lies in catching you off-guard. If Lyney was given the chance, he'd spend the rest of the night in determining whether you looking back to the cards in your hands was merely an expression of boredom or a brag of how accustomed you are to his theatrics.
Lyney dabbles between the lines of reality and illusion as a profession, blurring them without his audience's notice to make them believe a miracle. It's a simple trick he's succeeded in transforming into an art, so he was confident you'd be privy to the delusion as well. Whether it's due to you doing the same as him or the opposite entirely, Lyney's persistence in solving the puzzle piece named you only grows more tenacious day-by-day.
Sensing the magician's uncharacteristic quietude, you abandon the cards to his backwards marching form and the cheeky grin plastered on his face has you wishing you hadn't at all.
âAh, but you see, the information you seek is confidential and I fear for prying ears. How about you come a little closer, and I'll tell you the amount?â
Lyney's face is a perfect replica of the grin-malkin cat he adores using as prop, a cloud obscures the moon's vision from seeing the act down earth and the shimmer of Lyney's eyes become pronounced in contrast to the shadow. In comparison, your visage that'd scream âpreposterous!â if it could looks nothing short of a circus.
Your steps come to a halt in unison, a breathy chuckle echoes throughout the dead of the night, âAw, why that face? I don't bite~â
You blink in surprise and suddenly the magician's presence is way too closer than you recall ; he bows down to your ear and the heat of his breath almost makes a shiver run down your spine.
â... but, I might nibble.â
You catch his impish smirk from the corner of your eye and if Lyney notices how you choke in the formation of words, he could snag an award for acting like he didn't.
âAre you that fixated on creating a scandal? Must you always be so shameless?â
At that, Lyney leans away with a pout, hands folded behind his back and swaying back and forth on the heels of his shoes like a reprimanded child.
âCome on now, don't be such a killjoy. I went through all that trouble to whisk you from that boring party and this is how I'm thanked?â
The magician's words are a drawl, each one competing to be more irritating than the last. You have to take a deep breath and hold your tongue from reminding him that the escapade had been without your choice. The world places limitations on all sorts of things and you're not morbidly curious enough tonight to know the extent of the magician's good graces. A beat of tense silence passes, Lyney takes note of your averted gaze and it positively irks him.
Lack of eye-contact means a number of things ; nervousness, insecurity, hesitancy, guilt. For a performer like him whose pride resides in keeping his audience's eyes hooked on his every move, such a gesture is bitter tasting. But when it concerns you, it pricks and wounds his very soul. Lyney's sigh is one of weight and it inclines you to raise your head.
âBy asking how many hearts I keep, you hope to know how many matters to me.â
The magician takes his hat off and moves forward to place it atop your head, his speech is not an assumption, nor an inquiry, but a statement. You straighten your posture when you notice the absence of a smile on his face, the sight so alien it has you on edge. While his gesture may be plain to an inexperienced eye, you know that he does it as an extension of his affection. For all the valued items he keeps dangling by the rim of that hat, he surrenders it all to you in a heartbeat.
But you still hold your breath and as expected, the solemn expression of his proves to be transient. Just before the hat grazes your locks, he tips it back, gives the vacancy of its inside an inspecting look and does an emptying gesture as if to prove its.. well, emptiness. There's a flicker in his eyes you're not given the time to catch as he brings his hat just above your head and does the same depleting motion again ; the scent of fresh roses engulf your senses as a thousand petals cascade down from the hat. As if on cue, the winds pick up and waltz them down upon your form.
Here's the thing ; while you may pride yourself in being experienced in discerning Lyney's tricks, it becomes a task to maintain a straight face as he never repeats his previous sleight of hand. What you can try to do instead is search for patterns, patterns reveal genres and genres reveal intentions. Lyney is a celebrated magician of the Court, his capabilities lie far from simple card tricks, so for him to resort to elementary jugglery instead of some grand spectacle, it can only mean he's trying to distract you yet again.
You feel the weight of his hat on your head at last, shifting all the cards on your left hand, you raise your right to adjust its position slightly.
Your encouragement for him to elaborate comes in the form of confirmation, âThat'd be correct,â
The magician's lips curve up in fondness, a playful hum escapes him as you resume your walk, him returning to stride facing you again. It's a skill he's mastered in the duration of your acquaintance, for the purpose of stunts apparently. You have your suspicions â but then again, who doesn't when it concerns Lyney?
âVery well. You accuse me of being such a thief, yet, I think you are the guiltier one between us two.â the errant strands of the magician's hair sway, his eyes keep you captive.
He takes the inquisitive tilt of your head as incentive to conclude, âOn the topic of hearts and all, I must ask first, when do you intend to return mine?â
The night winds pause, your brain processes Lyney's question until it blanks upon realization. Your eyes dart across his face that is void of all teasing cues, his eyes glazed over and you can tell he's holding his breath. Any consideration of his behavior aligning with trickery is eliminated just as quickly, because if anyone were to want to understand Lyney as intricately as you, they'd first need to learn to be able to distinguish his flirtation from fact.
â... Do I have to?â
You find yourself half concerned and half entertained as the magician narrowly avoids being hit by a pole, him having to maneuver to regain his footing. Both of your steps come to a halt as your laugh echoes throughout the dead of the night. Lyney sheepishly places a hand on the back of his neck but that sight is all too evanescent. The signature smirk of his returns with enthusiasm.
âNot at all,â he purrs, eyes flickering towards your restless ones that have settled on his magic cards again.
âIn fact, mold it to your will, toss it to your whim and hold it captive as though it's a supplement of your own, if you may.â
Your ears hang onto each of Lyney's words but your eyes find no courage to look at the mirth that you're certain is plastered on his face, you take the moment to properly inspect the motifs on the cards with some distraction from the shadows of the night : the grin-malkin cat, a miniature Lyney sticking out his tongue, a tea cup, a penguin andâ
You're left stupified as the card is abruptly snatched from your grasp, Lyney bounces back a few steps and confirms to be the culprit. You brisk walk to reach the magician and that turns out to be your biggest mistake.
The card is at first held between two of Lyney's fingers, him shaking it left and right in provocation and in the spur of the moment, you take a leap. You feel the wind of the card being propelled upward, the magician holding it out of your reach. Your desire to obtain the piece of paper exceeds your awareness of the sudden decrease in proximity between you both. You shift to your tiptoes and feel the surface of the card, one look through your peripheral at the magician's smile and you realize a little too late that you've fallen right into his trap.
âNow, let's see, the question that started this all : the number of hearts this magician holds dear is the answer to this riddleââ
You expected Lyney to make the card disappear or shift higher if possible, but instead his hand wraps around yours and you find yourself twirled a full circle. The motion catches you off-guard but the magician stabilizes you by placing a firm hand on your waist and pulling you to his eye-level. You find yourself out-of-breath and unable to look away as the moon shines its light on you two again.
ââPlaced above, it makes greater things small. Placed beside, it makes small things greater. â the magician tilts your chin up in his preferred angle with the card, the cool temperature of its margin contradicting the heat of your skin.
âIn matters that count, it always comes first.â
The faint rustle of your garbs against his is resounding, your own reflection stares back through amethyst lenses.
Lyney's voice is but a whisper against your cheek as he concludes, âWhere others increase, it keeps all things the same. What is it?â
Your frenzied mind momentarily dreads the scenario wherein someone catches you two in the midst of this rendezvous, from incipiency to this apparent climax ; it's built up to be nothing short of scandalous. But the magician has no care for that outcome, inching closer, closer and closer. As if sensing the new wave of worries that fill your mind, he halts but makes no attempt to lean back, his eyes regain their usual shine.
âQuite easy, don't you think? But, if you believe it to be so, you'll be mislead. After all, that is how the simplest magic bewilders the audience. Blink, and you might miss it.â
The magician dives in and your breath hitches. Your eyes are forced open when you feel yourself stumble forward. The first second is wasted with no action, the second one you register that you have the card in your hand â pressed to your lips, on the third you notice the absence of Lyney's presence and the forth brings down all the embarrassment crashing down on your poor heart.
You pull away the condemned card from your lips, heavens know what anyone would think if they saw you kissing a piece of paper in the middle of nowhere. Your face flushes in the lovely shades of pink, heart hammering against your ribcage.
I could've sworn that I felt...!
The magic card crumbles slightly by the edges because of your grip, the prickle of its corners remind you to take deep breaths and calm your raging thoughts. You shake your head with vigour, but you're unsure if it's to recollect the memory or to brush it off. You're left alone to ruminate the aftermath of the bizarre encounter in the cold winds of midnight and you almost want to drown yourself in the darkest depths of the sea as recollections of your reactions rapidly pass through your mind â you can practically hear Lyney's snickers in your head.
Your attention is then grabbed by the catalyst of your current predicament, you turn over the card and finally inspect the motif printed on the card ; two hearts, bounded by a shackle and a lock. You trace your thumb across the hearts and your mind retraces Lyney's cryptic words. If all interactions, encounters and memories you share with the eccentric magician of Fontaine would form a pinnacle for you to see the truth from ; you'd know that behind the veneer of charisma and humor, Lyney hides something far less innocent. And yet, regardless of the foreboding creeping up your spine, you find yourself unable to snap the tether of connection.
Because as it is, that which is mysterious, captivates us all.
may all lyney wanters be lyney havers<3
#enjoy the whimsy until i (probably) give him the venti treatment(â ââ â˘â á´â â˘â ââ )#this is so self-indulgent and i'm not going to apologize for it#yandere#yandere genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#yandere genshin x reader#yandere genshin impact x reader#yandere lyney#yandere lyney x reader#lyney x reader#lyney x you#yandere genshin imagines#yandere genshin x you#yandere x reader imagine#male yandere#genshin impact#yandere genshin#genshin x reader#lyney fluff#lyney
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You're mine, sweetheart
Summary: Theo cheers you up after a shit day
Theodore Nott x reader
Pansy looked me up and down, hate simmering in her eyes. She scoffed "Don't tell me that's what your wearing. You look like an absolute slag"
After being best friends with her for our first few years and realising how toxic she really was I had tried to keep my distance from her but she didn't get the hint and instead liked to comment on each and every thing I did. Of course the comments hurt me but maybe after the years they just didn't hurt as much. Maybe I was immune now. The dress I had chosen for this nights party was a short green dress, something to celebrate our Quidditch win but of course the dress didn't live up to her expectations. What was really annoying was she wore a similar dress just a few weeks back but according to her I was the one who looked like a slag.
"I think it looks nice Pansy"
I turned to my mirror and applied a light pink lip gloss that was almost finished because of the amount of times I had used it. I couldn't be bothered arguing with her tonight. I wasn't about to let her ruin my mood.
"I bet you tried finding the shortest dress in that store"
I rolled my eyes "What are you on about?" I was getting tired of her stupid, annoying comments.
"You know exactly what I'm on about. Don't think Theo's gonna fuck you after this, honey. Your just like all the other desperate bitches at the party"
I gritted my teeth together and put my lip gloss down trying to appear as unaffected as I could. "Fuck off. Jealousy isn't a good look on you"
I walked past her, tears forming in my eyes. Before I could leave she made sure to mutter "Once a whore, always a whore". I let my feet carry me outside to the warm summer evening where the sun was setting. I walked around the lake trying to blink away the tears so my makeup wouldn't be ruined. Was there any point of going to the party? No, probably not.
I sat down on hill, the freshly mowed grass making a soft carpet for me to relax on. Me and Theo had sat hear many times before whether it was to have a late night snack or to miss lessons. It was a comforting place.
I sat there until the sun set and soon it got darker. Almost too dark. My thoughts had cleared now. My tears no longer trying to make an appearance. Maybe I could join the party. Just because one person was being an ass didn't mean everyone else would be.
As I was contemplating on whether I should stand up or not someone cleared their throat behind me. I raised my wand instantly expecting...well something scary I guess.
It was in fact Theo holding a small golden lantern. I didn't bother standing up and instead waited for him to flop down next to me.
"My favourite person isn't going to congratulate me on my performance today?" He placed the lantern between us so we were both bathed in a warm orange light. I could just about make him out, his features looking almost worried.
"You were good." I said. I didn't have the social battery to talk to him right now even if he had done nothing wrong.
He smiled at me "I know. What's up with you? Your usually dragging me to parties but instead your...well from my point of view it looks like your mourning your rabbit"
I let out a small laugh. Even at times like these he could make me laugh. "I just don't understand. Why is it so hard for some people to be nice?"
Theo shrugged "They're probably insecure. Or jealous."
"Yeah. Probably"
We sat in silence for another few minutes before Theo stood up stretching out his hand to me "Come on, sweetheart. Your the life of the party. It's no fun without you"
I stood up and handed him the lantern instead "You can be the life of the party tonight. I'm tired"
"Don't let someone ruin what you want to do. Y/n you love parties. You've never missed one. Unless you really are tired, I'll respect your decision and walk with you to your room"
I contemplated my options. I could do what I really wanted to do which was go to the party and enjoy life with my friends or I could get cosy in my bed and feel like a coward for the next week. He was right. No one got to influence what I wanted to do.
"Your playing truth or drink with me then"
He grinned at me "Whatever you want, sweetheart"
As we walked back inside the castle from a more hidden entrance Theo made sure to hold my hand because apparently he "didn't want me to trip and get hurt". Whatever the reason was it didn't stop butterflies from forming in my stomach.
I had to blink at the sudden brightness of the corridors, the light finally letting me see Theo clearly. He had dropped my hand and instead was surveying me.
Theo's eyes took their time on inspecting my outfit, hungrily devouring the way the dress emphasised my curves. He finally brought his gaze up to look at me, his eyes slightly darker than usual "You look absolutely divine"
I smiled at the compliment "If you weren't my best friend, I'd say you were flirting with me"
He raised an eyebrow "Maybe I am. It's quite hard not to when my best friend is so fucking gorgeous" My cheeks heated at his words, my dress feeling a little too tight all of a sudden. I think I needed to sit down after that.
He extended his arm so I could wrap my hand around it. "I can't wait to tell everyone we're dating"
I paused. What did he say? "If that's ok with you" He added hastily.
I thought about what he said. Had I always imagined what it would be like if Theo asked me out and we weren't just best friends anymore? Of course I did. Every single second of every single day.
"That's fine with me"
He smiled again, a small dimple appearing in his left cheek "Then it's settled. Your mine, sweetheart. And I'm yours"Â
#theo nott x reader#theo nott imagine#theo x reader#theodore nott imagine#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott x slytherin!reader#theodore noise#theodore nott x you#theodore nott x y/n#slytherin boys
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THE HEART OF A SHIP
a/n: this fic is a result of wine and rewatching the force awakens. honestly my brain always short circuits whenever oscar isaac comes on screen. so i had to do something. it was meant to be small, but i literally couldn't stop writing so it became this. it's an idea that has been lingering in my head for awhile, i just had to let it simmer for a bit. and now it's fully cooked.
summary: you and poe were inevitable. two asteroids set on a course to crash into one another. a celestial event that would happen whether you wanted it or not. you just never expected it to happen so soon.
word count: 3.4k+
pairing: poe dameron x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, alcohol consumption, love confessions sort of??, poe being romantic as fuck, p in v sex, guided masturbation, biting, sex in an x-wing, sex in a public place, unedited but we live and die by the fucking pen.
Intoxicating.
That was the only way youâd describe him. The only word that ever did him justice. He was the human embodiment of an Antakarian Fire Dancer. You got hammered on it one year after two glasses of the amber liquid, proceeding to forget half the night yet eager for more. Nothing could describe the man before you better. It simply wouldnât do him justice. He was the itch beneath your skin that you could never satisfy, the reason you stood there now.
A glass of that amber liquid in both hands.
Heâd disappeared from the celebration. An hour in from congratulations and happy faces, you watched him leave when no one was looking. And you did nothing to stop it. You knew he wasnât one to relish in the joys of battle well done. Always intent on focusing towards the next thingâthe next fight. Itâs how you knew Leia would make him General, why he was so good at leading, at keeping the people he loved safe.
âLeaving without saying goodbye is rude, you know.â
He jumped slightly where he stood, his back to you, a holopad in one hand and a tool in the other. Of course heâd be here, fixing his X-Wing in silence. His own little ritual. You couldnât count how many times you found him here after a fight, finalizing the last few checks before he caught some sleep. If he slept at all. Poe always seemed to be on the move no matter the time of dayâa constant in the Resistance even when everyone else seemed to have lost faith.
âI said goodbye,â he joked, head turning slightly to see you come around, the holopad getting traded for a glass. âJust couldnât see you in the crowd.â
You smiled. âYouâre a shit liar Dameron.â
âI know.â He took a sip, winced, and laughedâthe sound practically lighting you up inside. Igniting you like a fucking lightsaber.
âWhatâs the damage report?âÂ
âNothing I canât fix.â He glanced back at the scraped up hunk of metal he loved more than anything. The amount of care he put into keeping her going was admirableâif a little insane at times.
But he was right. The damage was nothing he couldnât fix.
âAre you sure you donât need help?â The smile still played on your lips, eyes alight and aiming to start something you wanted him to finish.
Poe caught onto it quicker than you expected. He could see it before you followed him out of the celebration. A promise that lingered in the air from months of longing looks and timid words. Something inevitable and real. So much so that you were willing to bet everything that he felt exactly the same way you did.
You wanted each other. That was clear from day one. But doing something about it became difficult when war was a constant and lives were put in peril on the daily. Poe didnât want to leave you broken beyond repair if he never made it back. Just as you didnât want to do the same to him.
The fucked up thing about it though was Poe would mourn you either way. Heâd live his life half a man if you never graced him with your presence again. If you werenât around to smile at him from across rooms and laugh at his shitty jokes. He was pretty sure heâd already started. Being away from you was like a poison he constantly had to take, a pain he didnât want to endure. And if it were up to himâŚheâd choose you every time.
No matter the consequences.
âYou ever been in an X-Wing before?â he asked, trying to see past the bits and pieces of the ache that hurt you both.
You rolled your eyes and Poe felt his chest tighten. âYou know I havenât. Iâm not pilot material.â
âSounds like bantha shit to me starlight.â
The name youâd heard so many times before echoed differently to you now. You wanted to break through its meaning and find the promise within. The antidote to this fucking ache that stuck to your chest. You wanted to rip it out and grind it up. You wanted to finally take what you desired, relish in the feel of calling him yours without the pain of knowing what came next. The both of you were trying to save your emotionsâprotect yourselvesâbut there was no use.
Poe had found a home in your heart and he was there to stay.
âCome with me.â
When it came to him you had no choice but to listen, following dutifully behind in a haze of want. He climbed up the ladder on the side of his ship, plopping down into the seat with the grace of a pilot whoâd done it a million times before. The movement now muscle memory at this point. Whereas you clambered upâbuzzed on one drinkânearly falling into the cockpit. He grabbed your arm at the last minute, helping you slowly maneuver your way in, until you were perched on this lap.
The seat was barely big enough to fit him let alone you as well. And yetâŚyouâd never felt more comfortable. He pulled you back slightly, hands pressed to your hips, chest snugly placed against your back. With every intake and exhale of breath, you felt him move. Felt his body shift. If you focused, you knew you would be able to feel his heartbeat. The rhythmic thump youâd grown accustomed to.
âNowââ He precariously balanced his glass on the dash. âYour hands go here.â Covering your hands with his, he showed you how heâd position himself if he were flying. The cold touch of the buttons and knobs beneath your fingers sent electricity up your spine. âThese are to shoot.â Another shift. âAnd this is to aim.â
You sucked in a breath. âSeems complicated.â
âNot at all.â His fingers slid up your arm, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You tried to remember how to take a single breath. âYou just have to understand how the ship works. How she moves, what she likes.â
Your breath hitched, body leaning into him more, and finally you felt it. The wall holding both of you back crumbled to the ground. All that remained now was the will to finally do something about it. So you let his hands guide you, watching in anticipation as they moved to your own body, pressing your palms into your stomach.
âThereâs always a heart of a ship,â he murmured, moving your hand down. âA pilot guiding the way.â
âPoeâŚâ
"After all, we've got to guide the ship back home." A soft whimper left your lips, your nails digging into the meat of your thighs to contain yourself. If the cockpit of his ship wasn't so fucking small, you had no doubt you'd be spread on his lap, lips connected to his already.
He grinned, his lips brushing across the back of your neck. âFor meâŚâ He stopped right above the hem of your pants, your fingers aching to finally delve down further. âThatâs always been you.â
The alcohol had all but burned out of your system from how warm you were. His touch guiding yours seemed to have lit something in the base of your stomach, causing it to spread outwards. And you needed more. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed your hand beneath the coarse fabric of your pants. The feeling of him cupping your moundâusing you all the whileâsent a jolt across your body; a soft moan falling free past your lips.
âMaker starlight,â he said, his voice hoarse with desire. âYouâre so fucking wet.â
He wasn't wrong. You could feel yourself dripping the longer he spoke, his words affecting you more than you anticipated. Ever since you first met, Poe always held a power over you. A reminder that no matter how many times you tried to rid yourself of him, no matter what you did...he would remain burned into your soul. He'd be part of you until you drew your final breath in this galaxy.
"It's cause of you," you gasped, your fingers and his sliding through your slick. Running along the lips of your cunt, skimming past your clit entirely. "Ohâ"
The scrape of his teeth along your neck nearly did you in entirely, the plea hanging off the tip of your tongue in anticipation. He was toying with you. Playing you like a fucking instrument and listening to your melody. Drowning in the sounds you madeâthe ones he dreamed of. If there was a life after this, a fated place he could go to rest, he'd want it to be here. Crammed into this cockpit with you on his lap, the feel of you sliding through his fingers and the echo of your voice breathing his name sweeter than the alcohol you had handed him earlier.
Poe would do whatever he could to make this moment last just a minute longer.
"Need you."
He kissed the junction where your neck and shoulder met, fingers still guiding yours through your own heat. "I know you do starlight. But you're gonna cum for me like this first." Your sweet little gasp ripped him a part. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to stave off nearly coming in his pants. "Let me guide you."
You nodded and spread your legs as wide as they could go in the cramped space. It wasn't very far, nor did it give him space to do what he really wanted to do to you, but it would have to do for now. The noise of the celebration in the distance only grew louder as people consumed more alcohol, the joy bleeding into the air. But you couldn't give a shit at that moment about why they were happy, or even what occurred before today.
You were lost to the depths that Poe pulled you into.
Heat spilled between your fingertips, a sticky mess starting between the two of you, but that seemed to only drive him forward. He pressed down, sliding your fingers into you with ease, his delving in right beside youâstretching you in a way that had your back arching. Wrapped his arm around your waist, he kept you still, his chin set on your shoulder and chest heaving with controlled breaths. A way for him to keep the last bits of his sanity as he felt your walls clamp around his fingers.
"Fuck baby," he grit between clenched teeth. "You really did need me huh?"
Nodding, you felt him press even further, fingers searching for something.
"You're gonna make a mess on me." Pumping his hand, he felt your body shudderâyour mouth falling open as a ragged moan echoed in the ship. "Gonna take me so easily. I'll slip right in."
You burned from the inside out. A searing heat pulling tight across your body until you could nothing but fall into it. There was no fighting against that aching bliss, no running from what you wanted, what you dreamed of. Poe was intent on breaking you apart right there on his lap, and he'd watch with a smile on his face as you spilled yourself between the rough pads of his fingers. As you made a fucking mess on his lap.
"C'mon baby," he muttered, curling his fingers forward and nudging against something blinding. You cried out, hand grasping at his wrist to either pull him away or keep him right there. You couldn't tell at this point. And he smiled. "Is that it?" Rubbing against the spongy patch along your walls, he felt your entire body lock up, a whimpered sob breaking from your chest. "Yeah. That's fucking it."
You tried to warn him, his name a garbled echo of nonsensical letters on your tongue. But he already knew. His hand sped up, practically pushing your fingers out of the way as he gave you everything you wanted. Poe was certain that he wanted this more than you, that deep down he needed to know that you came because of him. That he was capable of turning you into a sobbing mess.
The echo of his pained grunt was loud in your ears, his hips pressing up into you to relieve the pressure of need he felt, and that's what did it. The knowledge that he was as gone as you were. That he had always wanted you.
Your walls fluttered around his fingers, a splintered moan falling past your parted lips as the pleasure spilled over. And he buried his face into your neck, a broken sound of his own muffled by your warm skin. He fought against finishing, biting into your shoulder as he worked you through your release. Adamant to make this last for youâto drag you to the Maker and back with a sated smile on your face.
Eventually you couldn't take it anymore, pleasure bleeding into pain, and you dragged his hand away. A breathless sigh of his name shooting right to his cock.
Without knowing it you had broken him for anyone else. Obliterated his ability to ever see someone the way he saw you.
You and your beauty. Your ability to render him speechless, breathless, and at your fucking mercy. For so long he was the ship lost in space with no sense of direction to lead him back to something real, a purpose. But then you settled into his heart. You became his pilot, guiding him through the never-ending void of space. You kept him afloat even as the weight of the galaxy threatened to drag him down, happy to watch him crash and burn in as so many others had done before.
"That was new," you giggled, hand reaching back to run through his hair.
He smiled, his heart twisting in his chest and fingers still covered in your slick coming to grip at your hips. "To think..." Pressing your ass down against his hard cock, he felt the breath hitch in your chest. "We could have been doing this the whole time."
"W-What a loss," you breathed, that now familiar all encompassing need filling your veins once more.
As if he knew your body so well already, he began to pull at your pants, helping you strip yourself to the best of your ability. The soft clinking of his belt echoed loudly in the cockpit and for a moment you were sure that people in the distance could hear it. But that thought quickly left your mind the second you felt the hot skin of his cock pressing against your lower backâhis precum wet and sticky now smeared against your skin. Saliva filled your mouth, the ache pulling at your chest, clawing its way to the surface.
You didn't simply want him. That was too small of a word to explain the feeling in your body. You breathed for him. You lived for him. Poe was the blood that streamed in your veins, the reason your heart beat the way it did. Because it beat for him.
"Say you want this," he grunted, grinding against your skin, his fingers digging in harder than before. Until blood nearly pricked at the surface.
"Yes." The word was out of your mouth before he could even finish speaking. "Maker, I've wanted this for so long."
A growl hit your ears, his nose pressed into your back as he lifted you slightly, and you felt like you would rip to shreds if he didn't hurry. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, sliding into you with slippery ease. And you pressed back against him, desperate to feel him sink into you fully. To be stretched out around his cock. Poe choked on his breath when your warm heat encompassed his throbbing length so suddenly, nearly throwing him off the edge entirely.
"Fuck starlight. You're gonna have to give me a second."
Your lips curled up into a grin. "Yes, General."
For a moment Poe could only process the breaths he took, the word entering his already blank mind. It wasn't until a searing heat shot up his spine at the sound of his title leaving your lips, did he fully understand. His hips pushed up into you, forcing him to sink just a bit deeper. You clutched at the side of the ship, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. The position had him pressing right along your walls, the underside of his cock grinding blissfully against you.
"I used to think you had no idea." He pushed you up slightly until his cock was halfway out and he glanced down, moaning at the sight of him covered in your slick. Only to pull you back down hard. Your choked cry was like music to his ears. "Didn't know what you do to me. How my whole fucking body belonged to you."
"Poeâ"
He repeated the movement, smiling at the noises that came free. "But I was wrong."
A pressure quickly built in the base of your stomach, threatening to destroy you. And you chased it. Meeting his thrusts, you fucked yourself on his cock, hands pressed to the dash in front of you and back arched to find the perfect angle that made your toes curl in your boots. Ragged breaths filled the space, accompanied by broken moans and stunted grunts. Each one louder than the last as you both took and took and took, until the very edge of bliss mounted in your bodies.
He gripped the back of your neck, hand fisting at your hair as he pulled you back roughly against his chest. And you fell into it. Whining his name when he grinded up slowly, your walls clamped down around his cock. You could barely see straight through the burn of tears that glazed your eyes, a fucked out expression painted perfectly on your face. And Poe wished he could see you from where he was, catch a glimpse of the way your eyes rolled back, neck on display for him to bite.
"You know exactly what you do to me, starlight." His mouth fell open in a silent moan when his balls drew up painfully, cock throbbing along your walls. He quickly shoved his hand into your slick, fingers locating your clit with ease.
"Makerâ" You heard him bite out your name like a prayer he couldn't get out fast enough. A plea for you to give him everything you had, everything that made you who you were. "I'mâ Fuck I-I'mâ"
"Yes," he groaned, using his other hand to cup your chin and pull your lips to his. Finally kissing you after years of dreaming it would happen. "Fucking give it to me baby."
His tongue licked into your mouth, swallowing every sound you made with ease. The feel of his lips against yours shoved you towards your release. A muffled cry of his name echoing in his mouth as your body went taut, thighs quaking as you gushed on his cock. He choked, mouth open and panting against yours, following you instantly and spilling into your cuntâfilling you until you were sure it was dripping out of you and gathering at the base of him.
"Yours," he sighed against your lips, thumb running along the top of your cheek. "'M yours."
The twist of your heart brought you down from your high, your eyes fluttering open as he stared at your kiss swollen lips, the way his spit smeared along your bottom one. You expected him to take it back once he slipped out of you. Surely this was nothing but a dream, a moment in time that may never happen again. But in his eyes you saw devotion. You saw the inevitable future that was always bound to happen.
"Me too."
He smiled, nose brushing against yours. "Guess we're stuck with each other starlight."
"That doesn't sound too bad to me, General."
He tsked under his breath, fingers coming to grip your chinâbrown eyes flashing up to meet your gaze. "You're causing trouble."
You grinned, grinding on his softened cock that was still buried deep in you. "And if I am?"
The feeling of his cock twitching inside you, slowly growing hard with interest. "Hands on the controls baby." He nipped at your bottom lip. "You know what to do."
A soft flutter filled your stomach as you followed his direction. Taking the lead in a dance that you were now familiar with. With Poe everything came with ease, as if you'd gone through it with him hundreds of times over. And guiding him home was just the beginning.
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Omg I feel like any teen wolf fic (sterek fic) you write would be amazing, on that topic ur an amazing writer and Iâm glad that one day I stumbled upon one of your fics. And also speaking of sterek fics (or any teen wolf fic) do u have and recommendations on what to read for that fandom???
Okay, so I took my time with this one because I had read some, but not a lot... but oh boy, did I deep dive into the research to bring you some top tier Sterek Fic Recs.
TOP 20 STEREK RECS
Play It Again by metisket ***I LOVED THIS ONE***
In which Stiles goes along with one of Derekâs plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He shouldâve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.
âLaura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. Theyâre at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)â
So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started by halfhardtorock
He's sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he's so fucking fucked.
He knows he's not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don't run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.
Don't Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8
Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.
Except, apparently, Stiles.
Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.
so now you've got the best of me (come on and take the rest of me) by mangotangos
"It doesn't matter how hot Derek is, how Stiles barely comes up to his shoulders or how Derek's hands could probably fit really snugly around his waist. None of it matters, because he's basically a glorified babysitter for the foreseeable future and Stiles wants him out. Operation annoy Deputy Derek Hale into leaving begins now."
~or, the one where Stiles' dad hires Deputy Derek to be Stiles' bodyguard, Stiles hates him on principle and then 2 seconds later falls in lust (and love) and tries to seduce him into bed with his sexual prowess.
There Are No Wolves In California by kitsunequeen
Hunter!Stiles accidentally hits a wolf with his car and can't bear to leave him in the road to die. It's not till he gets the wolf home that he sees its eyes glow red... ------- Even everyday roadkill is upsetting, but this thing⌠Moments ago it was probably a majestic beast, and now itâs a mangled pile of soon-to-be rotting flesh. He presses a shaking hand to the only part of its chest left intact, not even thinking about whether it'll give him rabies or some other awful disease.
Heâs about to pull back when something even crazier happens.
He realizes the wolf is breathing.
(not so) Pure Imagination by theroguesgambit
"There is a world where whenever someone fantasizes about you, you can physically feel it, but you have no idea who is thinking it about you."
Stiles knows it's wrong, but he's been Fantasizing about Derek and he can't bring himself to stop. Derek doesn't know who's taken an interest in him, but he's enjoying it way more than he probably should.
Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter
Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack's property. Humans are supposed to be extinct. But then, Stiles is full of surprises.
The Darkness Inside by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)
The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.
He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.
He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teenâs face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.
Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didnât know who this kid was, but he didnât like him.
âWho is that?â he asked quietly.
âThat,â said the sheriff, âis my son.â
What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm for missingsun
There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.
There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.
Patterns of Intention by drunktuesdays
Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyesâhis eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like heâd beenâlike Stiles hadâ
âNo,â Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. âGod, no.â
Wants & Needs by MadcapRomantic
Derek Hale has been participating in the Beacon Hills Mating Run for a decade, each year coming up without a mate. His mother, convinced this is his lucky year, persuades him to run one last time.
Enter Stiles, a young Omega with an unwanted Alpha nipping at his heels.
Family or not, Peter is determined to have Stiles.
But convinced they are True Mates, there isn't anything Derek won't do to keep Stiles safe.
I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22 for xXxClassifiedxXxÂ
âYou smell like me,â the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. âWhy do you smell like me?â
He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. âNo reason,â Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.
Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.
Sleeping Dogs by starsystems
Let sleeping dogs lie. Prov. Do not instigate trouble.;Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.
Derek Hale is asleep in Stiles's bed. And it just escalates from there.
Because of course it does.
We've Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) by notthequiettype
Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.
As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."
In Case You Didn't Know by Blu_Crowe
Stiles moves into the lofts, and he and Derek start to get closer. Unfortunately Stiles is a moron, and Derek is bad at feelings. They figure it out... Eventually.
Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain
âAt least your puppies knock first,â Stiles snorts. âHere I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.â â¨â¨
âThereâs a sign,â Derek responds stiffly. â¨â¨
Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside thereâs a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: â¨â¨
DONâT FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him
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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.
Lock All The Doors Behind You by entanglednow
He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.
Feral Formalities by Aleandri
"There was silence as no one seemed to breath at the table.
Derek had just gifted Stiles, an unmated Omega, with food.
Right in front of another Alpha.
Who he was on a date with.
To discuss being heat partners...."
*In which, Stiles presents as Omega, and everyone wants a piece of the alpha-baby-making ass!*
for a good time, call... by EvanesDust for kalika_999
Stiles unlocks his phone to send out a quick text asking his father what he wants to eat, even though heâll get salad regardless, and notices a strange number on his recent call log.
His face scrunches in confusion before realization dawns on him.
Oh shit.
Events from the night before peek through the hazy fog of his mind. Stiles thought, or he was hoping, that the phone call was a dream. But there it is, staring at him in the faceâa one minute and 57-second call to an unfamiliar number.
Oh God.
Did he seriously call someoneâpossibly an alpha werewolf!âfor phone sex?
...Or the one where Stiles drunk dials a very grumpy alpha werewolf and propositions him for phone sex. Hilarity, misunderstandings, and feelings ensue.
Golden Boy by trilliathÂ
Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can't really complain about Peter's 'gifts'. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It's just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.
But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He's spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.
It's enough that Derek hesitates.
#kittenshift17#fanfiction#fic recs#sterek#sterek fic recs#derek x stiles#stiles stilinski#derek hale
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pairing: nate jacobs x male reader
request: Nate Jacobs learns that Male reader is a new student, and he tries to have a one-night stand with him or something, but male reader immediately shows his dislike towards Nate. This catches Nate off guard, and he tries to "be friends" with him, but Male reader declines or simply walks away from Nate causing Nate to be furious and more determined to get in bed with him, however, Nate soon realizes he catches feelings for Male reader and wants to him to be his boyfriend?
warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, cursing, kissing
you had just moved to california after your dad got a big promotion so of course you were the new student at east highland highschool, you heard some good and bad things about it (mostly bad things) but nonetheless you went and of course they assigned you a school guide, some guy named nate jacobs and immediately he wanted you.
he showed you around the school, showing you the great wonders that came with the highschool in the most monotone voice but from time to time he'd glance over to admire your ass, that luscious ass he wanted to fuck so badly "hey wanna come to a party, its happening later tonight if you wanna swing by" nate asks trying to appear nonchalant "yeah id be down" you say mimicking his nonchalant.
and with that you and nate finished the tour and said good bye to each other, but for some reason you couldn't escape nates mind, no matter how hard he tried to think of something else the thought of you always bounced around in his mind, was it maybe that he actually liked you no impossible he just wants to fuck you that's it nate lied to himself as the bell rang and school ended.
you entered the house party to the sound of loud ruckus, people yelling, and music blaring, with the overwhelming smell of alcohol, but luckily you noticed nate as he waved you over "50 bucks says i fuck this slut by the end of the night" nate says to his friends as you walk closer "ill take that bet" mckay says before nate walks over to you "wanna get some drinks" nate asks leaning over to near your ear so you could hear him better "yeah sure" you yell back before walking over to a more quiet part of the house.
"so what's a sweet thing like you doing here all alone" nate asks sipping on his drink as you lean onto a wall "no friends" you reply looking up at him with disinterested eyes "well wanna make a friend tonight" nate smirks placing his hand beside you head on the wall and leaning over you "is this your way of flirting" you ask snickering a bit.
"what" nate questions leaning back up "if you wanna sleep with me just ask" you chuckle taking another sip of your drink "well then wanna have sex with me" nate asks thinking he's about to easily win his bet but his hopes are killed when you respond with no "why don't you wanna sleep with me" he asks "because you look like a total douche" you say before walking away to get another drink, nate watched as your fine ass walked away from him, he was now determined to have sex with you.
after that day you caught him watching you, whether that be in his truck as you walked home from school or from afar while you were doing school work, he'd even sometimes buy you expansive gifts with handwritten notes that you're sure he got from pinterest but you shut him down every time "c'mon just once" nate pleas "no nate, not now and not ever" you say giving him the diamond bracelet back and walking away as he was forced to watch that ass walk away for the hundredth time.
nate sat up at night wondering why he wanted you so much, why he needed to sleep with you so badly, was it because he felt something deeper for you and wanted to try and push that feeling out by sleeping with you but it would inevitably come back up... no it couldn't possibly be that, but the thought was to much, he got up and drove to your house in the middle of the night.
"you up" nate texted your number (he had got it from you on the first day of school) "what do you want" you text back "come outside" he texts, you look outside to see his truck on the other side of the street and huff before putting on some clothes and walking out to his car, seeing him with a little smile on his face you get into the passenger seat "what do you want nate" you ask slightly agitated as nate just woke you up.
"okay so i- ive been thinking right and... i don't know how to say this but..." nate stammers over his words making you even more annoyed "just spit it out" you say leaning over the arm rest to kiss him, his lips lightly chasing after yours "uhm i was gonna ask will you be my boyfriend" nate nervously asks "yes" you smile finally seeing the nate that isn't a sex hungry animal "so does that mean we can fuck now" nate asks.
"one step at a time you horny fuck" you say before opening the door to get out the car but nate pulls you back one last time to kiss you, this kiss more passionate and heartfelt than the last, maybe fucking him wouldn't be the worst thing ever
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on the flip side
part 2 is out! part 3! part 4!
whaddya know, i already have my first piece of writing that's not for an rp. it's a mess, but that's okay, because i admit i have no clue what i'm doing! i welcome all feedback as long as it's not just plain mean. when i asked for writing ideas, i was suggested to try my spin on the twst bully!au, and so i present: reader/yuu is done with their bs. no beta we die like my sleep schedule. genre: gn reader, angst trigger warnings: bullying, slight yandere that hasn't escalated yet word count:896
Youâd had enough, thank you very much. The constant jeers, âmisplacedâ textbooks, and shoves in the hallway were only the beginning. Before long, you were beaten and bruised, and all for what? Just because you didnât have magic? According to your research, the majority of the population here didnât either! But alas, such was your plight. The professors turned a blind eye, and Crowley couldnât care less.
So, when someone âaccidentallyâ dislocated your shoulder during PE, you decided enough was enough. The students youâd never bothered to learn the names of were one thing; you were going to call your former friends out on their bullshit. Despite Grimâs protests, you dragged him all the way back to Ramshackle the moment you had a break in between classes. Why that timing? Because the model student prefect would never cut class, of course!
You locked the door not once, not twice, but three times, thanks to the padlocks youâd had placed on your stuff in the past. Then you took your time creating the Junk Tower. Your materials were all the scraps people had thrown in your yard in the past. You had quite the collection. The windows? Theyâd been boarded for years, according to the ghosts. Back door? Kalim had it removed. Something about first years sneaking in. You figure itâs better not to ask how he managed to have a door seamlessly replaced with walls in one afternoon.
About twenty minutes after the last class of the day ended, you had your first knock on the door. âOi, prefect, open up!â Ace demanded. Because of course it was Ace. He was the first student you met here, so it was only fitting that heâd be the first to know you werenât fucking around anymore. You ignored him.
The knocking stopped âOi Ace, maybe theyâre not home?â Deuce, ever the voice of reason, pondered. You werenât sure whether to love or hate him. Heâd stop others from picking on you, sure, but the moment you disobeyed him, he went back to his old delinquent ways.
âWell, they werenât in class, and thereâs no way my prefectâs with someone else, so theyâve gotta be inside!â Ace insisted. His prefect? Since when were you his? Did Ace eat something funny while you were gone? Because the last you checked, he couldnât stand the sight of you.
Deuceâs voice dropped an octave, or maybe two. You werenât too sure how that applied to speaking voices. âOi, Ace, what the fuck do you mean your prefect? They donât belong to you!â Yes, thank you for the reality check. Deuce mustâve had the brain cell today. âObviously Iâm way closer to them than you are!â
Scratch that. Deuce did not have the brain cell today. Really though, what was with them? Why in the world were they fighting over who was closer to you when all theyâd done lately was make it clear how much they hated you? Oh, wait. They thought you could hear them. This must be some sort of trick. Trey and Cater mustâve put them up to it, since they were far too dumb to think of anything this elaborate on their own. You decided to ignore everything they said from here on out.
All was well, until Adeuce simultaneously let out an ungodly screech. Now that was troublesome. What could possibly scare those two like that? Surely nothing good for you. With luck, itâd be Riddle come to behead them for not wearing fluorescent pink or some other dumb rule, but you wouldnât bet on it.
You soon had your answer. âNe, whereâs Shrimpy? I wanna squeeze âem!â Suddenly you didnât blame those two for being scared. Floyd Leech in a bad mood was always a force to be reckoned with. You could never tell if he was in a good or bad mood when he was âsqueezingâ you, and quite frankly, youâd rather not know. The sick fucker probably took pleasure in hearing your bones pop and crack under the extreme pressure.
âFloyd-senpai! The prefect is, uh, weâre not actually sure where they are,â Ace volunteered. You almost pitied him, having to put up with the more rambunctious Leech during basketball practice. Almost.
âHah? What do you mean you donât know? Crabby is always crowding around Shrimpy like a little parasite,â Floyd whined. Um, what? Is Floyd in on the joke too? Is the whole school conspiring against you? You wouldnât put it past them.
A cloud of dust blew up from the floor where you swung your foot back and forth, making you sneeze. You froze. Did they hear that? Wait, what were you acting so scared for? What were they gonna do anyway, break the door down and hit you? All within your expectations when youâd formed this plan. The point was to prove that you wouldnât just sit and take it anymore. Youâd seen all their dirty little secrets, especially during the Overblots; you could hit them where it hurt if you felt like it. No one would ever think the perfect little prefect would tell someone else what theyâd confided in them! So when Floyd broke the door down with a display of monstrous strength, you were prepared. You greeted them with a smile. âNe, you guys,â you began, âwould you believe me if I told you Iâm done with your bullshit?â
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst bully au#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twisted wonderland x reader#floyd leech#ace trappola#deuce spade
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Hii! I have a not-so-detailed request! Hope you don't mind! Can you do Dogday (already with his legs stiched) with a short reader? I think that standing he'd be pretty tall, so let's say reader barely reaches to his chest. Reader is not a child, though! It's just that DogDay is inhumanely tall, and that combined with someone who struggles to reach for stuff that's higher up than usual makes the size difference pretty evident. Thank you!
[A/n: I derived part of this story from personal experience. My partner is taller than me and while logically I know those bowls fit better on the top shelf it doesn't make it any better.]
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Too Big and Too Small
âYou did this on purpose.â Youâre standing in your kitchen, staring up at your cupboard. You had come in here because you had wanted something sweet. There were cookies on the bottom shelf, you distinctly remember putting them there because you knew you would want them soon. But somehow the box has made its way up to the tippy top.Â
Which inherently wouldnât be a problem but your step stool is conveniently missing.Â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â Narrowing your eyes you cut a glance at what you're sure is DogDayâs faux innocent expression. Or at least you intended to but instead your gaze settled on the faded yellow fur of his chest. Your lips purse as you lean your head backwards. Heâs smiling at you, ears perked and tail swishing back and forth languidly.Â
The sight made your lip twitch. He looked so happy and sweet. It was making it difficult to hold onto your indignation. But you were gonna try.Â
Putting your hand on your hip you used the other to point accusingly at the cookies.
âYou put those up there.â It was said as a statement.
âPfft, no. Why would I do that? I bet it was Kissy.â He waved his hand about, deflecting.
âKissy would never.â She might but you werenât going to agree with him. âAnd donât say Poppy because even with the stepstool she couldnât reach.â You watched as his face lit up.
âThen maybe it was a joint effort.â DogDay bounced on the balls of his feet. Clearly this was the only explanation because he would never do something like this. Itâs getting harder to hide your amusement. Realistically how could you ever be annoyed when he looked this happy? The answer was you couldnât.Â
But!
You really did want those cookies.
âAlright, sure, whatever, whether the girls did this or not. Could you help me? â You heard him chuckle, it was a pleased sound. Like he got away with his mischief. Which you guess he was getting away with it, considering.Â
DogDay beamed as he bounded over to the cupboard. He easily reached the top shelf. Honestly he was almost too big for the kitchen. His head nearly brushed the ceiling and he had to hunch over to get through doorways. Really your home wasnât suitable for him or Kissy. Maybe you should move? Find a better place for them. One where they could move around freely. Where they could go outside without concern.Â
âHere ya go Angel.â DogDay chirped, bringing you out of your thoughts. He held out the box of cookies proudly.Â
âIf ya need me to get anything else for you, no task is too tall.â a large hand came down to encompass your head, ruffling your hair. You smiled though you had to wonder if he put anything else where you couldnât reach. Not that you minded.Â
If putting things where you couldnât get them and playing your knight in shining armor made him happy, you werenât going to ruin that for him.
âThank you. Could you go grab Poppy and Kissy. I got something I want to ask you guys." Nodding vigorously, DogDay took off down the too narrow hallway. Figure hunched as he rounded the corner, disappearing in to the rest of the house.
Yeah moving was a good idea. They deserved it after all.
#poppy playtime#dogday poppy playtime#reader insert#kissy missy#poppy#dogday x reader#short reader#dog day got his legs back and he is using them for evil#thoughts of moving#cookies#mischief
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lots of people like bunny hybrid, but I already have Gorou so I'll expand more on Tighnari so the fucker will come home.
based on genshin hybrid au by @cinnamonest
warning: ashamed novice writer writes bad smut, tighnari drugs, manipulates, and almost eats reader several times while treating them like a living fleshlight as well as emergency food. Reader is also degraded because he thinks you're a dumb bunny who can't do anything themselves :(
In a previous post, I left off on the cute floppy eared bunny, obliviously eating an aphrodisiac flower, which makes Tighnari throw all senses out of the window and act on his predatory instincts.
Of course, as a fennec fox, he had to have a taste of your blood first. What's the harm in biting down a little too hard on those cute ears of yours? Don't cry. You clearly wanted someone to breed you. Why else would you eat such a thing in his garden? Even if you didn't know, it's too late to go back now. As a fennec fox, he already saw you as his mate. And his kind mates for life. Do yours too? It doesn't matter. Tighnari will keep you in his den far away from the humans, in a nest he lovingly made for you, and you alone.
You should be thankful he chose you. Nobody else will be able to satiate you when he conducts his specialized research focused on how your body reacts to being his mate.
For now, he can't get enough of the feeling of your little insides suffocating him. It's a bit hard to get his knot in, but it must mean it's your first time. He'd reassure you and be more gentle, but it won't be long until the flower takes effect and turns you into a stupid whore begging for his knot. Ah, but should he call you that? You're just an innocent bunny who knows nothing of the human language. It isn't your fault that you were born without ever receiving an upbringing similar to what he had.
Tighnari would think of it as a sad thing, as maybe if you had an ounce of knowledge, you'd know better to assume he wouldn't devour an adorable thing like you are. He bets you don't even have a name or an identity. He'll teach you to address yourself as "Tighnari's Mate." The only name you'll ever need as the only place you'll be is by his side, coupling to his heart's content.
You don't understand the feeling of something trying to force its way into you.
At first, it hurt so much. Even worse than how hard he'd bite into your skin and tear it with his claws. It wasn't hard for him to mark his new territory as you were bare for everyone to see. But it was because you didn't need clothes! You were a wild animal, of course, and they'd be unconventional to wear if you needed to escape. Would it have been better to have something to cover you? Just to help shield yourself from the onslaught of his attacks? Why did it start to feel good? Like a feeling of pleasure and content. An itch that's finally been scratched.
When Tighnari finally forced his knot inside, you came.
This was your first time having this kind of experience, and it was exhausting. Not even the flower could keep you from passing out. It didn't matter to Tighnari, too drunk on how absolutely tight you became, the feeling of being smothered within your warm insides driving him crazy. He emptied his load into you soon after, sinking his teeth and claws into your flesh while he rode out his high. If this is how it felt to breed you, he really had to control the predatory urge to eat you.
His private quarters weren't too far. He mainly uses it when he's going through his ruts or when he absolutely can not be bothered. But it only means he can enjoy the feeling of keeping his knot inside without anyone walking in on the two of you. It crossed his mind before on whether someone would see you being bred out in the open by him, but after experiencing your sweet, delicious body, Tighnari was willing to take the risk. But you looked as though a wild animal got to you, so he would be in big trouble as it looked as though he fucked you while you were injured, but it was obvious that those were "love bites" by his design.
It's good he knows how to patch someone up. Such a cute bunny like you deserves to be kept. He can teach you how to be a good mate in his standard. What the different chirps he makes mean, how to tell his mood based on his body language, how to kiss him, his favourite position to take you in,
Ah, he's beginning to get hard again. You wouldn't mind taking in some more of his love while he bandages and licks your wounds clean, would you? Of course not. You're his beloved mate. Leaving him isn't a choice either, not when he can just make it so that you're too drugged to even walk properly. To have you crave him as much as he hungers for you. Just thinking about the future he has planned for the two of you is enough to bring him to the edge once more.
Tighnari thinks he can get used to this lifestyle.
You, on the other hand, can't even remember your life before meeting your mate.
Being so weak and unable to walk for long, he was attentive to all of your needs. It makes you feel useless to see him do things you're supposed to do, but he insists that he wants to do them. Reassuring you lovingly by nuzzling against you and whispering some words that you didn't understand. It's okay, though. The only words you need to know are the ones he teaches you. From calling him your "beloved mate" to breathily moaning out the filthiest things that will get him going.
Tighnari is always kind enough to give you "love marks" as well. Even if they hurt at first, they are meant to represent how much he loves you, as they remain on your body for long periods of time. And when they start to disappear, he leaves more, sometimes biting down to the point where you think he'll eat you alive. It's okay, some panicked squeaks and "Mm! H-Hurts..." Will snap him out of the trance. He always feels so guilty until he licks at the wound. The taste of your blood is so sweet to him. It's addicting.
The only way to get him to realize his precious little bunny is also his one and only mate is to try to intertwine your fingers with his own. Tighnari taught you that it's what mates do to tell each other that their love is true and will last forever.
"For, rever?" You curiously asked one day, looking up at him during another breeding session. He almost came then and there from how adorable you looked, but managed to stop himself and halt his movements. "Even after your eyes close for a long time." Was his response, but it was more of a reminder to himself to rein his instincts in when he gets too far. He's taught you to trust and love him unconditionally. Even if he were to eat you alive someday, you'd still look at him with hazy and unfocused eyes filled with love and adoration.
He's drugged you to rely on him and only him, to see him as your mate. Tighnari knows that if anyone were to see you two now, you'd be taken away from him, as people would see this entire relationship as toxic and inhumane. But without him, you'd probably be in the hands of some degenerate pervert who couldn't even experience sex with a fellow human. To him, though, you weren't something to be used, but something that provided nourishment to both his body and soul.
And if you were to be moved away from him, he'd be no better than other hybrids that developed an attachment to their masters. After all, no matter how many times Tighnari may use you as he pleases, and how incapacitated he's made you with drugs, you are the only thing that can bring Tighnari to his knees.
It contradicts the way he treats you, but he truly wishes to see you happy while in his care. Even if you're not in the proper state of mind to realize that all of this is wrong and against your nature. That you have to run away from this man and live in a completely different country just to feel safe. But when he considers gradually decreasing the amount of drugs he has you on, he fears that the heaven he made for the two of you will completely disappear. And he'll have to eat you so the two of you can truly be together forever.
Tighnari has a feeling that a close friend of his knows about the secret he's kept from the other forest rangers, but seeing your tuckered out form laying in your shared nest, he decides that his friend would've stopped him a long time ago if they felt that his actions were truly wrong. But he can't help but consider a life with just you. The Withering has stopped appearing, and Collei's disease has been cured. Would it be ok to live in seclusion and succumb to his animal instincts?
"Mate..." You're calling out for him even in your dreams. He thinks you know when he's lost in his thoughts, as your actions bring him back to the present. Tighnari always sleeps with your naked bodies pressed closed together, to the point where one could consider it an attempt to strangle them. But you're used to it. Your body can tell when he doesn't have a protective grip on you, and you get really pouty in the mornings. He thinks it's adorable and apologizes by emptying several loads of his love into your body.
As Tighnari presses himself closer, nuzzling and licking at your cheeks, he wonders if he can make a potion that'll make you start lactating. When he succeeds, he'll consider finding a way to make you give birth to a healthy litter. And if there really is no way to make you compatible with his seed, he'll just fuck you enough times so your tummy stays round and full of him.
He doesn't mind pretending you're pregnant with his pups
#genshin au#genshin x gn reader#genshin x reader#hybrid au#.lurots#genshin hcs#genshin impact x reader#hybrid#yandere genshin#.luspicy#tighnari x gn reader#tighnari x reader#yandere genshin x reader#yandere tighnari#yandere tighnari x reader#genshin smut
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pairing(s): spike x demon!reader
summary: watching the man you love fawn over someone else is always hard, especially when you know you could love him better.
warnings: angst with a happy ending, later seasons Spike, soft Spike, the reader is a demon so old that no one knows your name and they call you Honey.
Spike was an actor, but William was a poet. This was easy to tell when watching Spike act as if he wasn't in love with Buffy. William would've written her a sonnet, presented her with a rose and some ridiculously expensive necklace. The image of a stone glittering around her neck would've inspired dozens of lines of prose, enough to keep her image alive in those fateful moments when she wasn't there to be looked upon. Spike looked. He watched. He stalked. It was his bad boy persona, the leather jacket hiding the heart that still beat out of his chest. Some things never changed.
This new apocalypse had changed something, though, that and the fact that Buffy had now come back from the dead a second time. You thought it would make her more formidable. A cockroach. Through apocalypse after apocalypse, thick and thin, even death, she was never really gone. Whether she was crawling, suffering, or drowning, she always came back. You liked Buffy, you were friends, or whatever she called the unhumans she hung around who wasn't dating her or one of her friends.
She kept you at an arms width ever since she found you back before her first death. In a bottle or a vase, something old and dusty that tipped over in the library and through smoke you materialized. You didn't remember much; you didn't remember anything. The collection of you took days, like assembling some million and one pieced puzzle. Pieces were lost along the way, Giles bet that somewhere between your brain being assembled and your bones hardening that your memory slipped through the cracks of the old hardwood flooring and was lost to the Hell Mouth beneath. He also said that if the memory was so heavy it sank, it wasn't worth remembering anyways.
This being said, it made since that she wasn't immediately open to letting you in and you were fine with that. You didn't know how to exist otherwise. Feelings were also lost on you, along with your name, and breathing, and speaking. You read a lot, after being placed in Giles' care, you only ever were in the school library or his personal library in his apartment, and being born again, you now had a broken vocabulary of unnatural and old English.
It was Willow who named you Honey. She told you hot tea helped with the healing vocal cords and that honey would hopefully act as a sticky cement so they would stay together. Lots of honey was what you consumed until your presence became synonymous with honey and then that became your name. Remembering to breath came soon after, it made your human company that much more relaxed around you. That and the fact that because you were so broken, you weren't deemed a threat.
Feelings came crashing after the fact.
Angelus' return took a toll on Buffy and Spikes appearance began your ascension. You had read classics before; Giles didn't exactly keep copies of Dr. Seuss or even Baum. It was all Bronte, Shelly, or Austen. Writers who taught you that humans love and to love is human and you didn't understand at all not until
"And who might you be, love?"
What are you wasn't the question and he called you "love". Could you be called love, was that something you could be. With how much honey you consumed, you probably were part honey, but even outside of that, when the humans introduce themselves, they say "I am..." so you said "I am Honey" to fit in.
But he called you Love.
You didn't doubt Willow, but you wondered if being Honey was a mistake, if being love was an option. To be love would mean to have love and how did one do that.
"I am Honey." you replied. 3 words that didn't even scratch the surface of what you wanted to say. Maybe speech was more lost on you than you thought.
A lot of time had passed since then. A few apocalypses, a more modern and appropriate speech pattern, plenty of feelings and more importantly, the knowledge that feelings couldn't be shared.
Being so far removed from everyone else made it easy to notice things that they didn't. You noticed her push him away. You had heard him confess. You had become friends after a while, and there were many moments when you would be in his crypt talking to him in between bottles of wine and blood, pigs' blood after he became aware of his feelings. He told you about her, he raved about her bravery, he retold her jokes. The affect she had on him was palpable, impossible to ignore. His lips spoke of Buffy, he cried tears that reflected Buffy, even when he looked at you, he was looking for pieces of Buffy. That was the only explanation for why he would look at you for so long. You weren't a genius, you weren't even a poet, but you knew better than to delude yourself. And yet
He looked at you.
He watched you. He saw you. He perceived you; and it was so beautiful.
He also told you of Dru. She would have moments of clarity when she would revert to the ghost of who she was before Angelus drove her insane. Moments when she would look at the stars, not because she was seeing things, but because she was looking at them. Like the haze of one thousand years had cleared and she was looking at the stars, not shiny shards of glass wedged in a rocky ceiling. She stopped echoing wishes, and she made them. He even told you her favorite wish. She wanted a pretty dress to go to a pretty ball. It was so normal and human. She wanted to exist and be a girl in her own time again, like it used to be. Maybe she also wanted to be human.
Sometimes, if you found the strength in you to stomach it, you liked to think he looked at you like how she used to look at the stars. Like Buffy was his pipe dream and you were what he really wanted.
It wasn't a stretch of the imagination. She was a slayer, and he was a vampire. She is a pipe dream. She was the false stars of shattered glass, she was dangerous to him, she would hurt him. She has hurt him.
Every time he told her he loved her, she told him no. A step worse than rejection, she denied he even could love her. Demons weren't capable of love; he was experiencing obsession. He wanted to own her, to take her, ravish her and leave her a husk of who she used to be then toss her when the infatuation faded. He didn't need to, she already was. Death did that to her, she didn't need Spike to finish the job. And obsession. If what Spike felt towards her was obsession, then what the hell was she feeling.
This all lead to today. An old show playing on the boxy television, sitting on a newly stolen couch, occasionally passing a bowl of popcorn between the two of you. The show was a cheesy vampire comedy where the main character had finally cornered the terrifying "Dracula" and staked him with a cartoonishly large stake. "Blood squirted everywhere, coating the main character with what was probably corn syrup, chocolate syrup, and red food dye.
"That is totally unrealistic. Us vampires don't bleed, and he would've seen that stake from a mile away." he said while tossing a handful of popcorn at the screen.
"I doubt they had a way to turn him to dust back in like the 40's." he scoffed at your nonchalance.
"This is ridiculous. Us vampires need better representation on the telly, they're makin' us look like bumbling idiots." you can' help but laugh at his dramatics. In his rage, his hair had fallen out of place. It wasn't gelled like it usually was, a mistake he'll probably rectify in a few hours when the sun goes down.
"I didn't know you took such pride in being a vampire." He dramatically jumps to face you, a disgusted look on his face.
"Of bloody course I do. Why on Earth would I want to be human."
"Maybe Buffy would like you if you were human." For anyone else it would've been a low blow, but he lets you slide. That and the fact that beneath the mocking tone you took, you didn't laugh at it all that much.
"Would you want to be human, love?" There it is again. You should be used to it by now, but you still every time you hear it from him. Maybe because when it comes from him you want it. You had been on dates with other guys, some of whom confessed to you. The Scoobies told you they loved you multiple times before, even better, they all meant it and the feeling is mutual. Why is it still so much different with him.
"I don't know, I think it could be nice. I think life would be easier." He smiled.
"Why? You're not a vampire, you can frolic in the sun as much as you'd like." you shake your head.
"That's not it." What could it be? Spike wasn't often confused, as a matter of fact he was extremely self-assured, but he couldn't figure out what you were missing out on. He'd much rather be in you position than to remember every sin he's ever committed. You got the immortality and the powers with none of the guilt that comes with it.
"If I was human, I wouldn't be nearly as confused. I'd know more, I guess."
"But what if you never lost your memory? Knowing things wouldn't be an issue." If only knowing your name was the knowledge you were seeking.
"Knowing things wouldn't be an issue but there are some uniquely human things I can't experience because I'm not a human."
"Like what?" Being human at one point was interesting, it was so ingrained in Spike he couldn't imagine what it would be like for feelings to not be second nature. He never needed to understand them, feeling them was more than enough.
"I don't know because I'm not human. I don't know what I'm missing, but I'm missing something." Quit beating around the bush.
"What if you didn't need to be human and it just fell out?"
"What is so bad about being human that it fell out."
"Trust me, as a former human myself, there is plenty to hate about being human. They're puny and pathetic." He pulled a pack of cigarettes from the couch along then struck a match against a loose plank of wood. Bringing it to his lips, he inhaled the smoke and blew it away from your face, but the breeze from an open (broken) window whisked it towards your face anyway.
"But is that because you were human, or because you are you?" His gaze hardened at how quick the answer came.
"You think I was pathetic?" The fallen embers came onto his pants, but he paid them no mind.
"You think you used to be pathetic." Though this was true, a part of him felt offended. Even stranger, he didn't know which part.
"Because I was. I was human and emotional and a bloody mess, because I was human. Demons don't feel anything which is far better than feeling and getting hurt."
"But you aren't demon enough to know what it means to feel nothing!" You weren't a demon to him, though. It would've been easy for him to forget that you weren't one of those pesky humans had it not been for your distinctly not human scent. It was like whisky, rich and old and expensive. Too expensive to break open and drink because it grew more valuable with time. He'd do anything for you not to go to waste.
"And if you want to feel so badly, you can't possibly be that much of a demon!" To waste you would for you to be human. They're too fragile. They die. Spike longed to be a demon because at his core, he was a coward. He didn't want to die. Judging by how much you yearned to be human, you feared loneliness more.
"Why do you love Buffy so much." Ah, the point.
Spike was many things. A bastard, one of those British nancy boys, a coward, a freak. A thing he prided himself the most on was his intellect. He was insightful, he could be emotionally intelligent when he wanted to be. This was the important part.
A part of him knew his best friend loved him. A part he profusely ignored because he was only emotionally intelligent when he wanted to be. He could admit that he was intellectual and intelligent and at times wise, he believed those to be self-evident truths, cornerstones of his Spikeism. He's the brooding, yet insightful, bad boy with a heart of gold who does the right thing when it conveniences him. He's an actor and this was the character he's had centuries to build, and he'd be damned it cracked because then he'd be proving that he was never anything more than William "The Bloody Bad Poet".
Maybe self-hatred was the root of it. The inescapable need- no instinct, to kick himself in the ass at any possible opportunity, was why he ignored you. It had to be some sick penchant for pain, or the belief that he wasn't deserving of good things, because if you were nothing else, you were good to him which meant you deserved better than him.
But altruism doesn't fit into the paradigm of Spike. Altruism is William's thing which made this so much more horrifying. William loved you. Spike loving you meant nothing because he didn't really mean it. The stage kisses and the dramatized sex scenes were suffocatingly filled with false passion, more passion than humanly possible. Spike loved hard, William loved deeply, and both loved you. It couldn't be undone, but it could be forgotten.
"I don't know." Those 3 words didn't even begin to scratch the surface of why he "loved" her.
"But all I know of love comes from you, I learned it from you, and you don't know why you love her?" You wanted to cry, and you hated it. If you could take it back, you would. You wished you had shut your mouth and watched the stupid show that was still playing as you had this argument.
"Love isn't something you explain." He put distance between the two of you, standing up and walking away from the couch in search for a bottle of alcohol. He wasn't planning on you following him, following closer than the tail of his leather duster.
You threw the alcohol before his hand even grazed it, smashing it against the concrete walls of his crypt. Positioning yourself between himself and the makeshift table that used to be a grave, you stood your ground. Blinking back tears because the second water hit that cement you were done for.
"Then show me. That's how I learned before." He clenched then unclenched his jaw. Buffy was all over him, but you were inside of him. The air he breathed, the blood in his veins, the force making his heart beat was you and it always had been. "Show me."
He was scared.
"What if you don't understand." He was stalling. For too long he hadn't been allowed to have anything. Dru was never his because Angelus had ingrained his way into her very being. Buffy was never realistic, and even if she was, she was human. One day she'd die, and he'd move on long before that date anyways. You were so attainable, and you were willing to be his. What if he fucked up. He has, right in front of him, sharing breaths mere inches from each other, everything he had ever wanted, and he didn't even have to fight for it. Handed to him on a silver platter was the key to the universe, but he could find a way to fuck it up. He always did.
"You don't know that." He held your head in his hands, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. His world in the palm of his hands. What if he dropped it.
"You love me?"
"I didn't even know what love was before I met you." You whispered it and he shattered. He kissed you, as if he could pull the sound from your lips so that your confession him that could replay forever in his mind. Like he was sealing some sort of promise so you couldn't take it back.
"I love you." He said in between kisses. "I love you so much it hurts." He kissed you on the forehead." I love you so much it makes me feel alive again." He kissed you on your right cheek, "Longed for you like the sun and cherished you like the stars, I love you.", then on the left.
He looked you in the eyes before kissing you again. As if he wouldn't be there to say it again, as if you could somehow forget it, he said it once more.
"I love you."
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Lucky Day
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)
Summary: Bucky, your childhood best friend, takes you to a baseball game to thank you for helping him with his chemistry class. However, between bets and kiss cams, luck seems to be the real game being played.Â
Word Count: ~800
Warning(s):Â nothing really itâs just a whole lot of fluffÂ
a/n: Here is a little fluffy drabble Iâve had in my drafts for quite some time. â¤ď¸ Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! đÂ
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   â Y/n, I caught it!â Bucky yelled grinning from ear to ear. Cheers erupted from the seats around you as he waved the baseball he caught in the air. â Thereâs no way,â you grumbled staring at the baseball Bucky was twirling around in his hands. You placed a bet with Bucky earlier on whether or not he would catch one of the stray baseballs from the game. He would routinely complain about coming here and never catching one, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to make a few extra dollars. Unfortunately, for your bank account, luck was on his side today.Â
   You reached into your wallet and took out a twenty, handing it to him annoyed at your loss, âHere.â Bucky was grinning smugly as he took the money from your hand, a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes, â Maybe you're my good luck charm, Y/n. You should come to these games more often with me.â You glared at him playfully,â And have to do more of your chemistry homework? No thanks.â He laughed at that, stealing a cheesy nacho from the container on your lap.
   â Not chemistry. Next time itâll be algebra.âÂ
   â In your dreams, Barnes.âÂ
   â Oh, so we're on last-name terms now? Well, L/n, to cheer you up Iâll buy you some of that cotton candy you wanted. Although, technically, you'll be buying it,â he cheekily remarked calling over one of the snack vendors and buying a pink fluff of candy floss with the twenty you just gave him. He handed it to you and you gladly took it,â Whatever, Barnes,â you replied holding back a grin. It was nice to see how excited Bucky was to have finally caught a baseball from his favorite team. You knew he wanted one for a long time, and no doubt would stay after just to try and get it signed by his favorite players.
   Even though you lost the bet, you were glad you came to the game with him. You usually donât come to outings like these as youâre usually busy with coursework and Bucky tends to invite Steve or Sam to these kinds of things. However, when he was falling behind in chemistry, you helped him complete some assignments and study for an exam he ended up acing thanks to your tutoring. Tutoring is not your specialty, but when the request came from your childhood best friend, there was no way you could say no. You canât remember the last time you genuinely said no to Bucky.  Â
   The people in the seats surrounding you suddenly started to get rowdy breaking you from your thoughts. You scanned the stadium confused as to what everyone was getting animated over. You knew there was a current break in the game, so it couldnât be that. Hearing the romantic music being played over the speakers brought your attention to the giant screen in the stadium. Your heart skipped a beat as soon as you saw who was on it.Â
   It was you and Bucky.Â
   There the two of you were on the jumbotron with the words âKISS CAMâ plastered on the screen surrounded by a scatter of red hearts. You froze in your seat never been put in a position like this. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as the people around you encouraged the two of you to kissâincluding the announcer. You werenât a stranger to any sort of public displays of affection, but this was something else in its entirety.Â
   â Y/n, you know we donât have to do this. Theyâll just switch to another couple. Relax,â Bucky spoke up from beside you, his voice gentle and kind. He must have noticed how nervous you had gotten as soon as you two showed up on that screen. You turned to him, the word couple bouncing around your mind with mixed emotions. However, as soon as you locked eyes with him the emotions were no longer mixed.Â
   You wanted to kiss him.
   This came as no surprise to you, and most likely no surprise on his part either. There was a constant flirtatious dynamic between you and almost everybody you knew assumed you were a couple. It's not like they would be wrong to assume that since there were a few times you almost crossed the line between friend and lover, however, neither of you ever took the step to fully cross it. Stolen glances, lingering hugs, and near kisses were no strangers in your friendship.
   â But I want to,â your voice came out quieter than you expected, and yet Bucky had heard you. His demeanor changed from earlier, a hopeful yet almost shy look overtook his face. A sheepish grin replaced the confident one from earlier as the reality of what could and would most likely happen, set in.
   â You sure?â He asked coming in closer, his right hand taking your left in his as a comforting gesture. You were so entranced by the moment you only managed to nod your head before he leaned over and kissed you. You kissed back, your right hand dropping the cotton candy and instinctively holding onto his cheek. As the stadium erupted with cheers, he used the hand that was holding yours to pull you in closer by the waist.
   Today turned out to be a lucky day for both of you.Â
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Hi! I hope youâre accepting imagine ideas, if not thatâs cool. If you are Iâve kind of been wondering: how do you think the different yandere mercs would react to learning their counterpart/rival also was yandere for their darling? Ex:, medic is yandere for y/n but soon learns that heavy is yandere for them also. Same goes with rivals like sniper and spy + demo and soldier, stuff like that. I could imagine most would try to get the other merc out of the picture but some may try to work something out. Thanks and have a good day :)
Ooooo that's pretty interesting, I can totally mess with that yeh tw: Yandere themes, maybe some blood, you know how it be and how it do (: Imma do your sniper/spy and demo/solly, since thats a fun dynamic too lol ~~~
Sniper and Spy have been always at each other's throats, but when it came down to meeting someone new who seemed to really catch their attention. They were left to constantly bicker and fight around each other even when you'd be there, it would be slight jabs at each other or ending up beating the ever living christ out of each other until the other finally leaves the two of you be. Sniper would go on and try to hijack anything you would be doing with Spy, whether it would be getting you to come with him in places that would be far away from where Spy might have some wandering eyes. Sniper is whispering sweet nothings into your ear, tempting you with everything you could ever want while he's trying to make sure that nothing would be better than spending nights with him in his camper rather than cooped up with some old smoking rat, right? Spy on the other hand was always trying to gift you things you've had your eye on for a while, showing you different things that he knows would absolutely make you want them. Whether it be jewelry, fancy clothes, items, hell he'd go as far to buy you a new sleek car if you really wanted it. Spy is a gifting man, and if that doesn't keep you away from Sniper, how about a trip to France? Or Spain? Anywhere that would be far enough from the bastard of a bushman just to earn your attention. He knows better than to outright tell you that Sniper was not good enough, besides, he doesn't have to tell you that he's gross, why not show you? After all, what are these totally not doctored pictures doing that he found laying around with Sniper with someone else? How odd. ~~~ Demo and Soldier were always close, spending time together and doing everything together, you'd think that when you came into their lives that they'd actually cooperate and see if they could possibly keep you in both of their lives...which worked for a while. Except Demo was a little hesitant and nervous to let you be by yourself with Soldier, and Soldier was not wanting to spend a minute apart from you. So it's basically Demo playing babysitter and Solly getting to bring you with him on the most dangerous kinda thing he's ever thought of doing. You can imagine the kind of heart attack that Demo had when he saw you and Soldier flying through the air like two proud american eagles. (Soldier's exact words after Demo had to tend to any scratch you might've gotten on the way down, which is nothing but he cant help but be worried.) Soldier follows you wherever you go, to the store? Yup. On a walk? Holding your hand, watching your six. Going to take a nap? Not without him in the room to protect from anyone waking you up, which is usually him yelling at someone to go away and not bother you. Soldier adores you to the moon and back and even more, which means you can do no wrong in his eyes, no matter what you do he's rooting you on and on your side at all times. Which means if anyone ever tells you no, wrongs you, or makes you frown, you bet your ass that their neck is being snapped in an instant. Soldier plays no games and neither does Demo, so they can always be found tag teaming by brainstorming ways that they can make sure some asshole who said something behind your back disappears for the rest of their days. They'd never tell you what happened though, even asking Solly would give you an odd answer that would probably never make sense, but why care about some random person? You have them after all!
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Baby Jack and Baby FL First Fight Part 2
Follow up to this concept
Jack had felt uneasy ever since you had walked out the door and debated on whether he was even going to go to the studio tonight.
Even though his career was extremely important to him, he had always made you a priority so he could understand why you felt the way that you did. He never passed up an opportunity to spend time with you.
He tried calling you a few times before he left to head to the studio, but of course you let it go straight to voicemail which was very unlike you.
Although this was your first official fight, the two of you would have disagreements in the past but it was always resolved then and there with the two of you compromising and nothing else came out of it after.
Jack decided to let it go for now and head to the studio for a few hours in the hopes that it would give you enough time to cool off so that the two of you could talk, but the thing is that Jack didnât even know if he would be able to focus while he was there simply because he knew his mind was going to be on you the entire time.
He really couldnât get past the fact that you didnât tell him that you loved him before you left.
The two of you had a rule, no matter if you are mad at each other (which never happened until now), that you always had to tell the other âI love youâ, and you werenât allowed to go to bed without resolving the issue that caused the disagreement in the first place.
Meanwhile you were with Victoria making snickerdoodles in an attempt to get you to feel better, but all she was doing was eyeing you ever since you walked in.
âWhat? Why do you insist on staring at me like that?â You asked while looking back at her.Â
âI justâŚ. You and lover boy fighting? This is one for the books and definitely unheard of.â
All you did was shrug your shoulders as you mixed the cookie dough.
âNo Y/N, like the two of you NEVER fight and I guarantee you itâs only a matter of time before Jack is breaking down my door to talk to you.âÂ
âI doubt it. He got the studio time that he wanted so bad, so I know thatâs where he is. We always share our location with each other and I just checked it ten minutes ago.â
âI donât like this. My favorite couple needs to fix whatever is going on.â
âHe blew me off to go to the studio even though I have barely seen him all week.â
âI get why thatâs upsetting to you, but Y/N, this man is trying to make a name for himself in the industry and trying to take care of you. Donât get me wrong, I totally understand where youâre coming from but just think of how many more date nights youâll be able to have with him in the future? One day he might just tell you to pack a fucking bag and the next thing you know youâre in Paris.â
âVictoriaaaaaa.â
âBabe! Just think about it and call him back! Soon heâs probably going to send the National Guard to come get your ass. I wouldnât put it past him for a second.âÂ
âI just⌠donât want to talk to him right now.â
âHmm, Iâll check back in with you in an hour and I guarantee that youâll be speeding down the road to get to your man.â
Jack had been in the studio for an hour and a half and just as he suspected couldnât focus on what was going on at the moment and was growing frustrated with himself.
Urban had just so happened to meet him there since he had already been out and knew that something was wrong since he wasn't quite acting like himself.Â
âUh, Jack? You good?"
âI canât focus right now.â He breathed out while standing up and looking for his keys.
âWait, where are you going?â
âIâll be back, I just need to talk to Y/N.â
He knew for a fact that he wouldn't be able to get anything done until he fixed things with you.Â
âWait, where is she?â
âAt Victoriaâs and Iâm about to go and see her. I'll only be 20 minutes at the most."
You and Victoria were letting the cookies cool off when there was a sudden knock on the door.
"How much you wanna bet that it's your man?" She asked as she got up from the couch to open it.
"Tell him I'm not here."
"Should have turned your location off first, dumbass."
When Victoria opened the door, she saw Jack there looking pitiful as ever and simply moved to the side to let him in.
"About time you showed up. She's in the living room." Was all Victoria said before Jack made a beeline to see you.
Once there all you did was cross your arms and let out a huff as he came into your view.
"Do not ever leave our apartment again without telling me that you love me no matter how fucking mad you are." Jack said while coming over to sit next to you.
"Wait, what?"
"You were so mad at me that you didn't even tell me that you loved me and just walked out the door. You know our rule, we never do that."
"I didn't even realize that I didn't say it." You confessed quietly and instantly felt guilty.
"I.. couldn't even focus on anything at the studio because of the way we left things so I'm sorry for not going through with our plans for date night and I never want to make you feel like you aren't important to me because you know you are."
"And I'm sorry too. I know how important your career is to you and it's important to me too. I just really needed you and missed you this week."
âSo, can we compromise?â Jack asked hoping that you would say yes.
âIâm listening.â
âYou come to the studio with me for two hours and after I take you to get ice cream? Youâll have me for the rest of the night. Then tomorrow until you go out with Dani, we can do whatever you want. Howâs that sound, pretty girl?â
Your eyes instantly lit up and Jack couldnât help but to smile.
You eagerly nodded your head before throwing your arms around him and pulling him into a hug.
âI love you and Iâm sorry for not telling you earlier.â You said as you leaned over to kiss him.
âI love you too, you know weâre in this together.â
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OoTP, Chapter 5 - Something Rotten
Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader
Warnings: hints of child abuse, death mentions
Masterlist
Word Count: ~5,800
Note: Cedric's death should have affected more people imo. I also had a couple blogs in my taglist that no longer route to anything, so if you've recently changed your blog name and still would like to be tagged let me know!
Halloween went by with the usual fanfare: Jack-O-Lanterns lined the walls of the Great Hall and bobbed lazily under the levitation spell, the ghosts even seemed more chipper and some made a habit of spooking unsuspecting first years. Peeves was especially insufferable this time of year, though you somehow managed to scrape by with only one encounter, during which he'd juggled far too many burning Jack-O-Lanterns above your head as you sprinted for the safety of the common room.
October bled into November, which lasted a single day before it was renamed 'Quidditch Season.' The first game was, as usual, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. You didn't go, but you heard from Herbert that Gryffindor won, and Slytherin (meaning Malfoy) were still dirty players and sore losers. That next week especially you avoided contact with the whole Slytherin house. They were in poor spirits and had a tendency to lash out at the nearest person with a cursable face, though by Saturday your lessons with Draco went smoothly enough.
Monday morning found the Great Hall abuzz with excitement. You sat down to breakfast across from Donna, who turned immediately to Hannah Abbott, and said, "What's everybody talking about?"
Hannah grinned. "Hagrid's back! People are taking bets on how soon Grubbly-Plank goes back into retirement.
The doors to the courtyard flew open with a bang to reveal a snow coated Hagrid. His reception was mixed. Several Gryffindor students leapt from their seats to greet him, but others seemed to turn one or several shades of green. You yourself smiled happily, ready for more interesting Care of Magical Creatures lessons. Then you remembered Umbridge, and your smile faded into a grimace.
Yvette met your eye from across the table. Apparently the same thought had crossed her mind.
"I wonder," you began slowly.
She finished, "What he has planned? Me too.
Donna gulped down some pumpkin juice and got up. "Let's go ask him." You followed Yvette and Donna, cutting him off before he could reach the teacher's table.
His eyes lit up from under bushy eyebrows when he saw the three of you, his cheeks already ruddy from the heat of the Great Hall's gargantuan fireplaces. "Well, if t'isn't me favorite fourth years!" He put his giant hands on his hips. "Where's Herb?"
Donna answered, "Hospital wing. Said Peeves dropped something on his head." You shared a look with Yvette, knowing for a fact he was just trying to get out of a History of Magic exam and had dropped a pumpkin on his own head with the levitation charm.
Hagrid chortled. "Madame Pomfrey will have him righ' as rain for the afternoon then. No doubt about that. How've you all been holding up?"
"Good," Yvette said, "but we're happy to have you back, Professor." Hagrid beamed.
You interjected, "We were also wondering when you'd be back to teaching, and what you have planned. Whether it's something..."
"Dangerous," Donna finished.
Hagrid laughed and patted your shoulder, you swayed under the weight. âDonât you worry, I've got somethin great lined up for this afternoon, you'll love it. In fact, you should come down a little early, if youâve got the time. Iâve got a surprise.â He said nothing else, and moved past you to take his place at the teacherâs table.Â
That had not, at all, answered your question and had only led to more. Which was unsurprising. The three of you shrugged at each other and went back to the Hufflepuff table to eat and cram from A History of Magic before slumping off to Binnâs classroom.
When you got there, Herbert was already sitting at his desk, a bump the size of a snitch on his forehead, grumpily flipping through his textbook.
After slogging through a dozen and a half questions about goblins and goblin rebellions, you pulled Herbert along to the Great Hall, filling him in. He was, unsurprisingly, less than thrilled at the news that your favorite professor (perhaps a close second to Professor Sprout) had returned and would be resuming his curriculum immediately.
He groaned, stuffing sausage rolls into a pocket in his robes. âWe have to go now?â
âYes, Herbert,â Donna implored, doing the same, âwe can eat later - letâs go!â She grabbed him by the wrist and began pulling.
âAlright, alright.â He pulled himself from her grasp and walked along with the group willingly. âI just hope this surprise of his doesnât singe my school robes again.â
You laughed, âOh, come on. With any luck itâs either something cute or something deadly.â
The four of you hurried down the snowy path, clinging to each other in random intervals to keep from sliding and giggling wildly all the way, to Hagridâs hut. It was good to see smoke rising from the chimney again. The door was open, Fang lay asleep on the threshold, so still if you didnât know better youâd guess he was dead. He snored loudly as you stepped over him first.
âHagrid?â you called quietly. He looked up from his woodstove, a tea kettle sat over the fire. In this lighting, you noticed he looked a little worse for wear. His face was puffy in places, and discolored, but when he saw the four of you he beamed. Same old Hagrid.
âCome in, come in. Oh donât mind the old lug, heâs been asleep for hours.â He gestured at the chairs crowding a tiny dining table. âWant a cuppa?â
âWhere have you been?â Yvette asked before settling herself into a chair and crossing her arms. âWeâve missed your lessons.â Herbert made a noise; Donna stamped his foot under the table.
Hagrid chuckled and set tea cups down in front of each of you. In his giant hands they looked minuscule. âIâll have ye know itâs none of your business, but I was in France. Visiting a friend.â You shared a look with Yvette. âAnd youâll all like what I have planned for today. Itâs perfect timing.â He didnât elaborate, but the tea kettle began to whistle. âJust a moâ.â
Herbert cleared his throat. âSo, Hagrid. About that surprise?â
âRight, right, oâ course.â He turned back around and put the kettle back on the stove, which started whistling again immediately. He picked it back up and poured the steaming water into the cups before opening various cabinets. âNow, where did I⌠ha! The ministry had these enchanted for the tournament last year, and Dumbledore convinced them to leave em with me.â He sat down between Yvette and Donna, a velvet pouch in his hand. It was squirming. âYouâll like this especially, Y/N.â
You gasped. From the bag emerged four tiny but incredibly lifelike dragons. Dragons. The green one took to the air at once, flitting around the hut above your heads, while the one you recognized as the Hungarian Horntail let out a wildly adorable roar and a tiny jet of flame.
âI figured theseâd be close enough to the real thing, for Advanced Care of Magical Creatures.â He looked at you pointedly. Â
The Welsh Green had settled in a hanging pot of basil, observing from above, while the Swedish Short-Snout lumbered towards your hand and tried to take a chunk out of your thumb. It pinched a little, but the tiny dragon did not let go. You laughed weakly, in shock, as you held the thing in your hand. âCount me in,â you said. Â
The Chinese Fireball had snuck up on the Horntail and tackled it, but was no match for the other dragonâs strength and tenacity. Hagrid pulled them apart before permanent damage could be done.
Herbert whistled. âThis is cool, Hagrid.â
âWell donâ sound so surprised!â
He stuttered, âItâs just that, well you know, I just hoped, oh nevermind it.â
Hagrid herded the three dragons on the table back into the bag, you had to coax the Short-Snout to release your hand, and then stood up to be eye level with the Welsh Green. He held the bag open, close to it, and pointed. The tiny dragon leapt up into the air, tucked its wings, and dove into the bag.
âThere,â he said, smiling contentedly, âI thought you bunch would get a kick out of that.â
Yvette, who had also not stopped smiling, said, âThanks, Hagrid. It is good to have you back.â
âYeah, but weâd better go,â Donna said, peering out the window. âThereâs already a crowd by the forest.â
Hagrid picked Fang up and put him by the fire, the dog did not wake up but began to snore louder, and led the four of you out of his hut and out into the cold, carrying a bucket full of something absolutely putrid. He waited until all the other students had arrived, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw shared this class and chatted among themselves to speculate what was to come, and then asked the class to follow him. He did not take a turn into the forest as you expected, but continued along its edge for several minutes, and only stopped at the shore of the Black Lake.
You exchanged confused looks with several classmates. Hagrid looked entirely too pleased with himself.
âNow, how many of youâve heard of the giant squid?â he began. Most students raised their hands. âAnd how many of you think itâs a prank pulled by older students?â You raised your hand sheepishly, along with a handful of others. âNot surprising, heâs a reclusive creature, but this time oâ year, if you offer him something yummy he usually shows himself.â Your jaw hung open. Hagrid waved again, and led the class to the pier. He had everyone stand in a line at the edge, held the bucket above his head, and shouted out across the waves, âCâmere Squish! Iâve something for ya!â
âHe named the squid Squish?â Donna muttered.
âAre you surprised?â you muttered back.
For several minutes, nothing happened. Hagrid pulled an oily fish out of the bucked and dipped it in the black water. Still nothing. The students around you began to murmer again. Then, there was a ripple.
You elbowed Donna. âLook,â you said, pointing out at the line being drawn in the waves. Something big was moving under the water. âUh, Professor?â you called.
He waved you off. âHere he comes! Get ready!â The line drew closer and closer until it was almost to the pier, and then. It was gone. Hagrid deflated just a bit and reached again for the bucket. Before he could touch it though, two huge, jet black tentacles erupted from the surface, spraying everyone with frigid water, and grabbed the whole bucket and disappeared back under the water.
Donna looked at you, mouth agape, then turned to Herbert. âDo you still have those sausage rolls?â
âYeah, but I was gonna-â
âCan I have one?â
âBut-â
âOh, come on. Iâll proofread your Divination assignment?â
Herbert sighed heavily, and reached into his pocket. Donna beamed. You, Yvette, and Herbert followed her as she elbowed her way to the end of the pier next to Hagrid. She held the roll above her head and called, âUh, Squish? Iâve got somethin else for ya!â The Ravenclaw next to you looked at Donna in horror. Hagrid only egged her on.
You watched, enthralled, as a gigantic, black shape glided out from under the pier. The Black Lake, murky as it was, left much to the imagination, but if you had to guess youâd say that Squish was at least ten meters long. Donna held the sausage roll out like you would feed a horse a carrot - on the palm of her hand, fingers well out of the way. A smaller tentacle reached out slowly, much gentler this time, and plucked the roll out of her palm.
The class was speechless. If there hadnât been the constant thrum of water against shore, you couldâve heard a pin drop.
Hagrid clapped again, grinning ear to ear, and said, âHeâll be happy now, heâs had dinner and desert.â He clapped Donna on the shoulder. âRight, letâs move back onto shore and we can finish up the lesson.â Â
The class gathered around Hagrid on the stony shore in stunned silence. Clearly, even if they believed the rumor, no one expected the creature to be so big, or get so close. A majestic creature, sure, but what was it doing in a freshwater lake?
Hagrid seemed ready to answer your question, as he began, âWho can tell me the typical stomping grounds of a giant squid?â
A Ravenclaw, a muggleborn youâd met through the DA, raised his hand. âTheyâre deep sea dwellers. So whatâs this-â
âOne doing here? An excellent question Mr. Goldstein. A normal giant squid is only expected to live five years or so, but this oneâs been living in our very own lake for at least a century. So, whatâs special about this one? Ordinary creatures, when they interact with existing magical traces in unexpected ways, can turn magical.â
A thought occurred to you; you raised your hand. âLike the magical barrier surrounding Hogwarts?â
âExactly! That is my own theory, Dumbledore agrees itâs likely. And ever since then, his lifespan has increased, and heâs far more intelligent than a typical giant squid.â
The Ravenclaw spoke up again, âBut what about the other things in the lake? Donât they get territorial?â
âAnother excellent question - five points. Now the funny thing about that, we learned from the merfolk last year. Apparently, theyâre able to share because theyâve established hunting grounds, and Squish hunts a number of nasties the merfolk donât like, like Grindylows, which heâs only able to do because heâs been changed by magic somehow.â
The class continued to pepper Hagrid with questions, apparently the idea of a magically mutated animal fascinated most of the Ravenclaw students, right up to the chime of the bell echoing from far away. The castle was a long walk away and by the time you got back inside, in front of a fireplace, you excused yourself to skip a trip to the library and went to go lie down for the hour before dinner. About five minutes in, Wilbur found you and began kneading into your chest.
The week trudged on, Donna proofread an assignment for Herbert as promised - an essay comparing Herbertâs astrological sign to his older brothersâ - and on Saturday morning, instead of going straight to the Quidditch pitch, you actually joined your friends for breakfast. It was the last Quidditch match before the holiday break - Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw. Yvette had been a vibrant cluster of nerves and excitement all week and by the time she sat down in the Great Hall she was practically bouncing off the walls. Luna Lovegood was wearing a cloak that looked like ravenâs wings, along with a large hat with a protruding beak. When you asked her about it, she opened the beak, which promply played the Hogwartsâ anthem in a series of caws.
The match did not go well. Wanda Clemm had apparently just been dumped by her girlfriend, and was even more inconsolable after what she called the worst performance of her life.
Your tutoring sessions with Draco Malfoy continued in relative civility into December - Professor Sprout had the class preparing the fire-breathing snap dragons for hibernation over Christmas break - and you were loathe to admit it but youâd grown rather comfortable with the arrangement. The Dumbledoreâs Army meetings continued as well, and before break, you planned to ask Harry Potter about your friends possibly joining. The more you learned from him, the more you believed the urgency of the threat. Â
The last week of term, you sat at the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall, surrounded by sparkling evergreen trees topped with stars that twinkled and sent out tiny flying reindeer at odd intervals. Donna and Herbert were discussing their holiday plans next to you; Yvette had been in a perpetually sour mood since losing to Ravenclaw and was angrily flipping pages through Intermediate Transfiguration pretending to study.
A gentle thrum signaled the arrival of at least a hundred owls prepared to drop off mail. The first few dropped in to circle the tables, and as more and more joined them you spotted your motherâs owl - Bertha. She settled on the table and held out her leg casually while she began preening.
Dear Y/N, I hope your year is going well, we all of course miss you at home and are excited to see you for Christmas! The shop is doing well, we may have to expand next year but thatâs so long as the prices at Apothecary in Diagon Alley stay so inflated. Itâs been a boon to have so much of their business transfer here. Your Screechsnap misses you, so does Buttercup, and so do we! Weâll pick you up at Kings Cross at noon? Love you, Mum & Julien
You smiled to yourself; you missed the familyâs King Charles Spaniel called Buttercup too, and you could already smell your step-fatherâs homemade cauldron cakes.
Ezra Roberts sat down next to your group. âHey, Yvette.â
She looked up, surprised. âHey.â
âIâm writing a Christmas card for Mr. Diggory; I wondered if you wanted to write one too. Any of you. Iâm asking most of the house. Nothing too fancy, just⌠you know.â You nodded without thinking. Before you could take it back, Ezra clapped you and Yvette on the shoulders and grinned. âGreat - Iâll need them before term ends. I really think heâll like hearing from people. See ya later!â
What had you just agreed to, exactly? Yvette saw the look on your face and burst out laughing.
âWhat do I even say?â you asked, incredulous. âI barely knew Cedric. Oh stop laughing at me, youâre on the Quidditch team at least, you can talk about that. Iâve got nothing.â You groaned and put your face in your hands.
Yvette patted you on the head. âThere, there, Iâm sure youâll think of something.â You shot her a look. âYeesh, fine, just write about what you do know and wish him a Happy Christmas. You donât have to pour your heart and soul out for every single person on the planet.â
âBut if she didnât she wouldnât be the Hufflepuff we all know and love,â Herbert snarked through buttered toast.
There was a sudden hush as across the room a bench screeched against the stone floor. Draco Malfoy stormed out of the hall, shoulders slumped, not at all his usual haughty gait. During your tutoring session two days ago, heâd sounded perfectly normal. As normal as ever, anyway. The silence broke in a growing thrum of whispers. Ernie and Hannah sat down, gossiping quietly; you leaned over to ask, âWhatâs going on?â
Hannah laughed, embarrassed. âItâs really not funny, I almost feel bad for laughing.â
âOh, come on,â Ernie interrupted. âItâs kind of nice to see him knocked down a peg. I heard that his parents donât want him home for the holidays.â
âWhat? Why?â you asked.
Ernie thought for a moment. âIâm not sure, I think they had some kind of row or something.â
âHuh?â
âMalfoy and his dad,â Hannah said. âI heard from Justin, who heard from Padma Patil, that Dean Thomas overheard him complaining to those thugs who follow him everywhere that they had a spat about the familyâs ârightful status.ââ
You grimaced, wondering if they were arguing about Draco working for the Ministry. Â
Donna weighed in, âYikes.â
âOh yeah,â Ernie said, spewing toast crumbs across the table, âa gem.â
You excused yourself to hurry after him, spurred on by some unidentified sense of duty, and caught him on the dark stone stairs to the dungeons. âHey, wait!â
He turned and looked at you coldly. His face seemed paler than usual. âWhat is it?â
âAre you really staying here for Christmas?â
He scowled and crossed his arms. âHow did you know about that?â
âEveryone is kinda talking about it. How come?â
âBecause you gave me the bright idea to disobey my father.â He jabbed a finger at you as he said it, and his sleeve pulled back just enough to show a hint of discoloration. Your heart sunk to your feet. âAnd then he asked where I got such an idea, and then-â
âHe found out about-â
âMe being tutored by a Hufflepuff, my undignified career goals.â He crossed his arms again. âSo Iâve been banished. So if youâll excuse me, I need to unpack.â He turned on his heels and disappeared down the stairs.
After forcing yourself to listen to Professor Binns all morning, you spent the break before lunch in the library, either staring blankly at a card with a glittering poinsettia on the front, or starting blankly at the shelves hoping youâd happen across one called An Idiotâs Guide to Greeting Cards. You had no such luck. Draco never showed up to lunch. Hagrid had the afternoon Care of Magical Creatures class pick strips of paper out of a bucket, yours said âFlobberworm,â and when you learned the purpose of them you were wildly jealous of Anthony Goldstein who had picked the strip labeled âUnicorn.â Hagrid handed everyone their own buckets, and said that whoever created the best treat basket for their given creature would win ten points. It was not his best lesson, but it seemed like everyone understood that after Umbridgeâs visit to the fifth yearsâ lesson, it was better for everyone to play it safe.
Youâd planned on trying again to write Mr. Diggory after dinner, but the common room had been decorated with garlands and the fireplace had been enchanted to burn red and green and gold, and through the enchanted windows blew sparkling snow and the scent of hot cocoa, and you immediately forgot all about writing a Christmas card in the revelry.
The next morning, though, you remembered.
Draco wasnât in Herbology, either, though Crabbe, Goyle, and that sycophantic Slytherin girl had shown up to class. The three of them seemed to be having enough trouble handling their snapdragons on their own, so you waited until everyone else was done, and quickly tended to Dracoâs. Just to keep it alive over break. After potions, Donna, Yvette, Herbert and yourself all ate a hurried dinner and went straight to the library to get some last minute work done. You scribbled away at a chart for Astronomy, which was due in an hour, until Yvette brought up what sheâd put in her Christmas card to Mr. Diggory.
âI thought heâd like to know that the whole house came out for Quidditch tryouts. Left out how badly we were demolished by Ravenclaw of course,â she said nonchalantly. She was only trying to be helpful, but it still felt like nagging. âI really think once you get started-â
âLook, right now, the only thing I wanna think about is where Ursa Major is relative to Cassiopeia on my birthday.â
âFine,â she said coldly. âIâll see you in Astronomy.â She swiped her books into her bags and flounced out of the library.
Herbert and Donna were staring at you. âWhat was that about?â you asked.
âWell,â Donna started slowly, âitâs just that youâve been so⌠absent, lately. I think she, I mean, we all just kind of⌠miss you?â
âWhat?â you asked, incredulous.
Herbert rolled his eyes. âCome on, youâre all over the place these days. Most evenings we donât even see you. You never come to breakfast on the weekends, and youâre behind in every class.â
âAm not!â
âName one.â
You smirked. âHerbology.â
âThat one doesnât count and you know it.â You huffed and crossed your arms. âYouâre hiding something, Y/N.â
âGuys,â Donna interrupted, bent over her own assignment, âcan we talk about this later? This is due for Ancient Runes tomorrow morning.â
âAm I the only one in this friend group capable of finishing work on time?â
âIt will be on time so long as I finish it before Astronomy.â
âYou know what?â Herbert picked up his own stack of books. âIâll see you in Astronomy as well.â Â
You watched him leave, shocked. âWhat is going on?â
Donna did not look up, âYou have been a little distant lately. Otherwise youâd know that Yvetteâs granddad was killed in a freak accident last week. It was all over the muggle newspapers, her mum sent a letter. Dangerous things have been happening in the muggle world, lately. Not that youâd have any reason to know about them. But with how Defense Against the Dark Arts has been going, it would be nice if we could all talk to each other for more than ten minutes at a time.â
The tension in your shoulders deflated. Maybe you had been less than attentive to your friends. How were you supposed to know about any of this if she didnât tell you? It wasnât like you didnât see them everyday. But then again, you wouldnât want to talk to someone you felt pulling away. âAnd Herbert?â
âHerbertâs been into Yvette since last term.â
âWhat?â
She smiled into her parchment. âHe never wouldâve tried out for Quidditch if he wasnât.â
âDoes she know?â
âHa, nope.â
âDoes he know you know?â
âNope.â
âWell how do you know then?â
She set her quill down and looked at you knowingly. âBecause I pay attention.â
âOof, ok. Point taken.â
You finished the chart with ten minutes to spare, which was just enough time for you to follow Donna to the Astronomy tower; you thanked her three times on the way for sticking around for you. Yvette didnât speak to you, and she and Herbert left you and Donna behind on the way back to the common room after class.
Just as you followed Donna through the round painted door, Yvette nowhere in sight, the Galleon in your pocket began to heat up. Tomorrow night, two hours before curfew. You bid Donna goodnight and sat down in an armchair before the fireplace with the pretense of finally writing that Christmas card. Instead, you wrote a quick note to Harry Potter, figuring you could send it discreetly by owl in the morning.
To do so, though, you had to wake up at the crack of dawn. Across from you, Donna still slept soundly, and with the curtains pulled tightly shut on Yvetteâs bed you werenât even sure if she was there or not. You left some treats on your pillow for Wilbur and snuck out through the common room to the Owlery. Donna and Herbert joined you for breakfast; Yvette sat at the other end of the table. You watched for the owls, when one swooped down next to Harry Potter with your note, you saw him read it, and immediately show it to Hermione Granger, who in turn looked up to make eye contact with you from across the Hall. Transfiguration was your only class of the day, after lunch, so when your friends excused themselves to get to their own electives, you met her, Harry, and Ginnyâs brother in the courtyard under the clock tower.
âYou know Ginny, right?â Ginnyâs brother, Ron, asked.
You nodded. âAnd Luna. But Ginnyâs the one who told me about the, uh, study group.â
âAnd you want to invite some people? For tonight?â asked Harry.
âYeah, if I can. Theyâre just friends from my house. Two of them are muggleborns, and theyâre going home for Christmas, and even their families can tell somethingâs off.â
Hermione nodded. âTheyâll have to sign up, but the room shouldnât have any problem scaling for a few extra.â She and Ron both looked to Harry to confirm, who nodded. âWeâll be by at dinner. Itâs still a secret until then.â
âThank you.â A weight lifted from your shoulders. âSee you then!â
You hung out in the library until lunch, nestled in between two bookcases in front of a window, trying once again to write a Christmas card. Snow was falling gracefully outside, and you were content to watch it idly until something black, moving fast, caught your eye. Someone on a broom, high above the Quidditch pitch. You wondered for a moment if it was Yvette, if sheâd skipped Divination for an end of term practice, but the glint of silver on the figureâs head disproved that theory. Even from a distance, the black blur of Malfoy as he buzzed around the pitch, when he stopped and just hung in the air, seemed a bit lost.
You cursed under your breath and put a piece of parchment over the blank card.
Hi Mum! And Julien! Do you think I could stay at Hogwarts for break? I think I may have given a friend some bad advice, and I donât want to leave them alone on Christmas. Give my love and apologies to Buttercup, please. Happy Christmas, Y/N
You read back through the letter once, shocked youâd called Draco a friend without a second thought, but you could deal with that later, and headed for the owlery for the second time.
Yvette broke her silence at lunch, asking about an essay on the Shrivelfig due for the fourth year Herbology class the next day, so you took the opportunity.
âSo, Herbert said Iâve been hiding something,â you started. Donna, Herbert and Yvette leaned in, listening, so you could speak quietly. âHe was right. Iâm sorry, I realize this isnât amazing timing, but if none of you have plans after dinner, I can show you what Iâve been doing.â They all wore the same dumbfounded expression. âItâs kind of a secret, so thatâs all I can say until then. Just, come to dinner and then if you want you can go back to not speaking to me.â
Yvette leaned back, her arms crossed. âHave you written that Christmas card yet?â
âNot yet, but I will,â you said through gritted teeth.
âWell then I guess weâll have to see.â
Transfiguration went better than youâd ever dared to hope - you successfully transformed your cat Wilbur into a white marble drinking goblet and back again. Your friends joined you for dinner, and, as promised, Hermione came over after most other students left to pack for the holiday.
She sat down across from Herbert and placed the DA member list on the table, glancing around for teachers, particularly Umbridge. âWeâve been meeting sporadically, training in defensive magic. Y/Nâs vouched for you if you want to join.â
âWhoâs been teaching?â Donna asked, âYou?â
Hermione shook her head and said quietly, âHarryâs the only one with the qualifications-â
âHarry Potter?â asked Yvette.
âWell, yes, heâs the only one whoâs fought with You-Know-Who and lived, so-â
âLast year, you mean?â asked Herbert, who was side-eying you.
She huffed at the second interruption. âLast year, and two years before that, and a year before that! Do you think heâs unqualified?â Herbert shrugged and looked at his shoes. âAnyway, weâre meeting tonight. Y/N can take you, but you have to sign this first.â Yvette signed without hesitation, which meant Herbert signed next. Â
You looked at Donna. Donna looked back. âYouâve been learning from Harry Potter, and you didnât think to tell us?â
You smiled sheepishly, âIt was a secret! And, up until just now, kind of⌠invite only?â
She rolled her eyes at you and signed the parchment. Hermione, seemingly satisfied, rolled it up and slipped it back into her robes before departing. None of your friends had heard of the Room of Requirement before, and when they walked in to see their prefects, among several other Hufflepuff students, surrounded by touching but gaudy Christmas decor, their jaws dropped open.
Harry was chatting with some of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but waved politely at his new pupils when he saw you. He addressed the room, âOkay! I think this evening we should just go over the things weâve done so far, weâve a couple new people and since this is the last meeting before term, we may as well just get them acquainted-â
Zacharias immediately began complaining, âIf Iâd known that I wouldnât have comeâŚâ until Yvette shot him a withering look.
Everyone divided into pairs; yourself with Yvette, Ernie with Donna, and Hannah with Herbert. Starting with the Impediment Jinx, Yvette was a quick study; even with your experience with the DA she managed to hit you more than you could manage to stun her. Then, the group got out the cushions to practice Stunning, and you watched as your friends held their own, though with varying degrees of success, against some older students.  After a while, Harry called a halt. He seemed impressed with the progress everyone had made, and mentioned trying the Patronus Charm after break, earning a ripple of excited whispers from everyone.
Grinning and out of breath, Yvette clapped you on the shoulder. âThis is great! I think I learned more this past hour than a whole semester with Umbridge.â
âYeah,â Donna said, looking markedly less pleased. âItâs a wonder it took you so long to invite us.â
You sputtered, âWell I just, like I said it was all very secret, and it is technically against the rules according to Educational Decree something or other.â
Donna waved a hand dismissively. âWho cares about that old toad?â
âMy mum, for one,â said Herbert, grinning, âsheâd be livid if she knew I was disobeying someone from the Ministry.â
All around you, people were filing out in twos and threes. Hannah turned to wish Harry a Happy Christmas, but before she could say anything, her face fell and she tapped Ernie on the shoulder. The four of you turned around as well; it was Cho. Standing in front of Cedricâs picture that had been taped under some clippings from the Daily Prophet on the mirrored wall. You all tapped the other Hufflepuffs as they passed you, and they all stopped, except for Zacharias Smith, who simply rolled his eyes and left.
Her shoulders shook; Hannah flinched.
âCho?â she said, tentatively, the rest of you moving up carefully behind her.
Cho startled, and turned around, sniffling. âOh, Hannah.â She hastily wiped her eyes. âI thought youâd already-â
âWe just, sorry, we just wanted to tell you that, um,â Hannah looked around at the rest of you, âweâre with you. We miss him too.â A few students around you affirmed this quietly.
âThanks,â she said quietly, still patting her puffy cheeks.
âHe was a good person,â Ernie said.
She nodded. Â
Yvette added, âWho deserved better.â
Cho let out a choked sob. You, eyes burning, reached a hand out and patted her lightly on the shoulder, which only made her cry harder. âSorry,â you said, embarrassed. Choâs friend sidled up to her, looking at all of you suspiciously.
âHave a Happy Christmas, Cho,â Hannah said quietly, before herding the rest of your house back to the common room.
Later, you sat before the fireplace in the common room once again, knit woolen blanket draped over your legs, quill in hand, looking at a blank Christmas card. Then, you started to write.
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FLIRTING IS HARDER THAN IT LOOKS
genre. fluff. warnings. soobin's (failed) attempts at flirting. beomgyu is a menace as usual. kissing. pairing. soobin x fem!reader. wc. 714.
Beomgyu had been teasing Soobin all day about how often he made girls blush with his perfect face, and how Soobin probably didnât make you blush at all even though you were his girlfriend. Soobin knew that Beomgyu was just throwing out more and more absurd comments to get a reaction out of him, but he had even gone so far as to say that whatever charm Soobin had must have worn off in the 3 years he had been dating you. And that pushed Soobin past his limit of teasing.
Now, Soobin and Beomgyu had made a bet over whether Soobin could make you blush. 15,000 won was on the line for whoever won the bet, but Soobin was more determined to win it for the sake of his pride.
Now, as he walked with you to the park, he was determined to make you blush at least once. Blush hard. He would do whatever it took to prove his worth as your charming boyfriend. He could manage it, right?
He had a strategy planned out in his mind with several different approaches in case the first couple didnât work. He would start by asking you to draw him.
âY/n?â
âHm?â
âCan you draw me?â He asked, trying to add a cute tone to voice to see if that would help.
You smiled, âSure, but you didnât have to ask, I was going to already. You look cute today.â You sat down against one of the trees, grabbing your sketchbook and a pencil, deciding to do some messy sketches that you might add lineart to later. Soobin sighed, seeing how he was the one blushing while your cheeks didnât have a hint of pink to them yet. Heâd have to try something elseâŚ
He decided he would try to maintain eye contact with you since he had heard that staring sometimes makes people blush. If he stared you down hard enough, thereâs no way you wouldnât blush.
He focused his big doe eyes on your focused ones, waiting for you to look up from your sketch to get the next details of his face. You soon did, but then looked down again, completely ruining Soobinâs second attempt.
Still, he continued his eye contact, waiting for you to look up once more. When you did, he smoothly winked at you, dimple out on display. He was trying his utmost best. You giggled a little, lips turning up into a smile, but cheeks staying the same colour. Soobin frowned. Heâd have to go to the next thing on the list.
âIâm done!â You grinned, turning over the sketchbook to show Soobin the drawing of him. His eyes lit up looking at it. He loved every single drawing you did of him. But he huffed when he realised he had failed to make you blush for the fourth time.
As you were walking around, Soobin decided to take some pictures with his camera since the scenery was nice. You posed for him and he snapped some pics, looking them over with you afterwards.
âYou look so cute in this one!â He gushed, turning towards you with a big smile. You smiled back, cheeks just starting to turn a slightly brighter shade. Soobin noticed immediately and rushed forward to do more. He leaned down a bit, mouth right next to your ear and whispered a sincere, âI love you.âÂ
You laughed a bit out of shyness, cheeks successfully covered in pink blush. Soobin grinned at his success, dimples on full display. You stood up on your tiptoes, hands finding their place on Soobinâs shoulder and behind his head. His eyes fluttered closed as he anticipated the incoming kiss, soft lips soon coming into contact with yours.
Once he pulled out, you were both blushing 3 times harder. Lost my charm, my foot! Soobin thought, already planning how he would rub it in Beomgyuâs face that he still was able to make you blush. He pulled you into a back hug, arms hugging your figure tightly.
âYou seem very happy today.â You commented curiously.
âI won the bet.â Soobin grinned, and your face furrowed in confusion.
âWhat bet?â
âI made you blush.â He murmured, kissing your cheek which, of course, only made you blush even harder.
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