#I’m just embarrassed I didn’t know who he was
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streams
paige bueckers x azzi fudd
summary:
Jon
Wanna explain why my friend asked me if it was true that you and Paige were making out at a bar last night
Jose
WHAAAAAAT
four times paige & azzi were on tiktok live
rated: teen
2.8k words
disclaimer: you kinda have to know about the lore surrounding all those lives they've been a part of to fully understand this. this is based around existing events, but obviously a fictional interpretation of those events. also a warning that this is sappy as hell
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“Let’s go! Two more points!” Paige’s shout echoes through the room. She stands from the bed and howls at the top of her lungs.
Azzi is unfazed. She knows just how much Paige loves LeBron. In fact, to her embarrassment, she has spent countless nights staring up at his face as she laid in Paige’s bed.
She hears Amari proclaiming that she’s single and sees Paige go over asking to be dapped up.
“Someone said Paige has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend.”
“Paige does not have a girlfriend,” Inês protests, or maybe it’s Ice, Azzi can’t really tell, too distracted by Paige who has come back over to the bed and is leaning half over her with a smirk. Azzi rolls her eyes, but still returns the soft peck that Paige presses to her lips.
Then she playfully shoves Paige away, letting her get locked into the game again while she reclines on the bed. Almost immediately, she finds herself becoming extremely bored. Maybe she’d be interested in watching if LeBron was getting the record against Steph, but he’s not. Azzi didn’t even recognize the team he’s playing against.
She grabs Paige’s ever present iPad and pulls up her favorite game.
Paige stares back at her, eyes wide and incredulous. “Azzi, we can’t play- Are you serious? She wants me to play a game right now, when LeBron’s about to get the record?”
Azzi pouts at her, but Paige doesn’t give in. Instead, she jumps up, yelling, “Lock in!” as the game returns from commercial break.
But when not even half a minute later, a foul is called, Azzi takes advantage.
“Free throws! Come play,” she demands, and Paige flops back onto the bed without protest. Inês makes a whip motion with her hand, and Paige gives her the middle finger.
“Don’t laugh at me,” Azzi whines.
Eventually, the game starts again, and Paige stands up, shouting about the gameplay. LeBron finally breaks the record and everyone screams in celebration. They all watch the ceremony before Amari begins to wrap up the live.
“Only cuz of LeBron, not cuz of Azzi.” Paige says, when a viewer mocks them all for shutting up at Azzi’s complaint. But she still crosses back from the other bed, laying beside Azzi for some quick cuddle time before she has to go back to her room.
“Paige, someone’s gonna take you to breakfast,” Amari reads.
“Better not.” Azzi mutters, under her breath as the others laugh.
Amari ends her livestream, and they spend a little more time messing around, until they realize that it’s almost curfew.
Ice turns to Azzi’s bed which has been suspiciously quiet for the past few minutes.
“She’s asleep, already?!” Paige appears to be deeply asleep, mouth slightly open and face pressed into the pillow as Azzi cuddles in behind her.
“Shush, you know she has trouble sleeping sometimes.” Azzi whispers over her head.
“Well, she’s gonna have to have trouble sleeping in our room, because I’m not getting in trouble when the coaches come for room check and lover girl is missing because she’s over here being your little spoon.” Ice grabs a pillow from Inês bed and whacks Paige in the face with it.
“Bruh, what the hell?!” Paige sputters.
“Let’s go! I want to sleep too.”
“Ugh, fine.” Paige stands and quickly gathers her things before going to stand beside Azzi’s bedside. Without a word, their friends turn away as Paige leans down to kiss Azzi goodbye.
The next morning, a knock sounds at Paige’s door.
“Ice, answer it.” Paige shoves her head under a pillow.
“You’re closer to the door.” Ice complains.
“Freshman duty.” Paige fires back.
“I’m not even a real freshman!”
Knuckles rap against the door again. “Room service!”
Paige finally drags herself to the door and pulls it open. The hotel employee wheels in a cart full of food, transferring it onto the table in the corner of the room. Paige thanks him and he leaves.
A full breakfast spread covers the table. A small white card sits by itself on a plate at the center of all the food. Ice wanders over, drawn by delicious smells. She picks up the card, snorting out a laugh at its contents.
“Thank you, Azzi.”
Paige’s face scrunches up with confusion before she takes the card from Ice’s outstretched hand.
Enjoy your breakfast.
Love,
Not Paige’s girlfriend
//
Azzi wakes to the sun shining directly into her face and her bed moving beneath her.
It’s only when the bed groans in pain that she realizes it’s not the bed that’s moving, it’s Paige beneath her, burying her face into the crook of Azzi’s neck.
“Why do you sleep with your blinds open?” Paige hisses, clearly as hungover as Azzi feels.
“I do not sleep with my blinds open,” Azzi rasps, unable to raise her voice above a whisper as her head pounds. “I didn’t have time to close them after you threw me onto the bed and koala bear’d onto me.”
“You know I get cuddly when I’m drunk.”
It’s an understatement. Azzi is still foggy on some of last night’s events, but she can remember how Paige had spent half the night latched onto their teammates and the other with her hands glued to Azzi’s body.
Azzi throws the blanket over both their heads, hoping the darkness can help them recover before they have to wake up. But before they can get any meaningful rest, a knock sounds at the door.
“Hey, are you guys decent?” Caroline’s voice comes through the door. “I’m coming in, in three, two, one.”
She still gives them a few more seconds. She’s one of the only girls on the team that hasn’t walked in on them, and she wants to keep it that way.
Azzi has poked her head back out of her sheets, but Paige remains hidden, just a lump in the blankets.
Caroline places a bottle of Gatorade and a bottle of coconut water on the bedside table alongside some pain killers.
“Caroline, my angel.”
Azzi sits up, throwing back the pills with a deep swig of the coconut water. She nudges Paige, who simply rolls over and buries her face in Azzi’s stomach.
“Dude, drink the Gatorade.”
Paige cracks an eye, looking up pitifully. “Feed me.”
“Ugh.” Caroline makes a disgusted noise. “Well, when you guys are good, Ice brought breakfast. Not sure how much you remember from last night because you both were pretty gone, but something happened on Ice’s live that you’ll wanna see.”
“Um, that don’t sound too good.” Paige has finally propped herself up to take light sips of the Gatorade that Azzi has passed to her.
“It’s not a huge deal,” Caroline says, clapping her hands together. “Just something you should know about.”
“We’ll be out soon,” Azzi replies, and then Caroline exits, leaving a confused Paige and Azzi behind her.
Azzi sighs and reaches for her phone, shocked to see her group chat with her brothers has over ten unread messages.
Jon
Wanna explain why my friend asked me if it was true that you and Paige were making out at a bar last night
Jose
WHAAAAAAT
The rest of the texts are mostly them arguing about a clip on tiktok and asking Azzi if it means that she and Paige are coming out.
She tilts the phone to let Paige read the messages.
“What the fuck? Ice! Isuneh!” Paige gets out of bed, suddenly very awake and heads toward the dining area, Azzi following close behind.
A bunch of the girls are gathered at the dining area, some eating and some clearly waiting out their hangovers.
“Good morning, Paige and Azzi! I brought breakfast.” Ice says, her voice sounding falsely positive.
“What happened last night?” Paige questions, taking the last available seat next to Ice and pulling Azzi to sit on her lap.
Ice winces and slides her phone over. “Before y’all get too mad, it’s been wiped from TikTok and not that many people saw it.”
The video is only a few seconds long, a grainy snippet from Ice’s livestream from the night before. The camera pans along the bar, showing Jana, then Caroline deep in conversation with Azzi who is wrapped up in Paige’s embrace. They watch as Paige’s hands roam from low on Azzi’s hips, up toward her back as she turns toward Paige with a hand on her face. And then the camera is jerking and the frame fills with Ice’s shocked expression.
“Bro, you need to warn us when you’re on live. That could’ve been so much worse.” If Ice had kept her camera on them for even a second more, it would have been much worse.
“I’m sorry, but I did! It’s not my fault you can’t keep your grabby hands off!”
“You know I can’t help it. Did you see her last night?”
Even now, Paige’s arms are wrapped around Azzi’s waist, and her chin is tucked over her shoulder as they look down at Ice’s phone.
Ice rolls her eyes as Azzi smiles, pleased at the comment.
Suddenly, the smile drops as Azzi looks sharply at Ice. “No more lives. You’re banned.”
“What?! That’s not fair!” Ice looks pleadingly at Paige, always the more lenient of the pair.
“Let’s just chill on the lives for a bit, aight? At least until this blows over.”
Everyone agrees, and after Ice apologizes one more time, Paige and Azzi take their breakfast back to Azzi’s room so they can get some more sleep.
Paige only lasts three days before she lets Ice and KK back on live.
//
It’s nearing 11:30 PM when Paige tells Ice and KK that she’s heading out.
“Girl, boo.” KK shoots her a thumbs down. “I thought we were gonna play some more Fortnite.”
“Nah, I’m tired dude. Supervising y’all on live took a lot out of me.” Paige smirks as KK rolls her eyes and Ice, the main instigator in most of their slip ups, muffles her laughter.
Paige leaves them to their own devices, slipping out of the apartment. She doesn’t tell them the real reason she’s leaving early, that Azzi had made it clear that if Paige showed up at her door past midnight, they would both be sleeping alone that night. The girl takes her sleep seriously.
She can imagine how much shit she would get from the girls if they knew how she refused to even consider spending a single night away from Azzi, but she doesn’t care. She just wants to be near Azzi, always.
Paige lets herself into Azzi’s apartment, which is dark and quiet, with all its occupants asleep or on the way. She heads into the bathroom, brushing her teeth with the brush she keeps there, and gets ready for bed.
When she finally makes her way to Azzi’s room, she’s surprised to see light still shining from beneath the crack of the door. She eases the door open, as quiet as she can. She isn’t surprised to find Azzi asleep, with a book in her lap and her glasses falling off her face.
Paige doesn’t try to stop the grin that spreads across her face at the sight. She moves closer, putting the book on the bedside table and carefully sliding Azzi’s glasses off her face. Then, she turns off the light, flooding the room with darkness.
“Mm,” Azzi hums as Paige slips under the covers next to her.
Paige shushes her, trying to ease her back into sleep as she pulls Azzi’s head to rest on her chest.
“Go back to sleep, baby. I’m sorry I woke you up.”
Azzi murmurs something else into Paige’s neck, clearly more awake now.
“Watch out for my boyfriend.”
Paige has already closed her eyes, but they shoot open when she registers what Azzi has said.
“Huh?”
Azzi smiles lazily, stretching her body until she’s pressed head to toe against Paige’s.
“Y’know since I apparently have a boyfriend now, he probably wouldn’t like finding me in bed with someone else.” Their legs tangle together beneath the sheets.
Azzi’s words finally register, and Paige groans in understanding.
“What the hell? How’d you find out already?”
It couldn’t have been an hour since the moment where Paige had had a too visible reaction to KK reading a fan’s comment claiming Azzi had a boyfriend and that she was with him at that time. She hadn’t been able to stop her growing smile, and before she even realized it, she was scratching awkwardly at the bridge of her nose, trying to distract from her reaction and Ice and KK’s muffled laughter.
“Ice texted me, but I’m sure it’s all over Tiktok already.”
Azzi shifts again, until she’s seated astride Paige’s hips, hands splayed across the hard, flat plane of Paige’s abdomen. Paige inhales sharply as the other girl begins a slow glide in her lap, hands immediately find their place among familiar curves.
With a sure grip, Paige guides Azzi into a heavy grind, pulling their bodies together until they are both panting. Azzi dips her head to give Paige a searing kiss, tasting mint and something distinctly Paige.
When they part, Paige snarkily says, “What would your man say about you kissing someone else like that?” But the effect is slightly lessened by how breathless she is.
Azzi reaches down to tug her shirt over her head before leaning down again. She whispers, “Stop talking,” against Paige’s lips. Paige does.
//
When Azzi texts that she’s on her way over to the hotel, Paige drops Drew off with Ice and heads to the market next door. By the time she’s done, Azzi’s dad has dropped her off at the front.
It’s been just over a week since Paige has seen her, but Azzi is always a sight for sore eyes. She looks smaller than usual with the big brace over her knee, and when Paige hugs her hello, she holds on just a little longer than what might be considered casual, pressing her face to her favorite spot where Azzi’s neck meets her shoulder and sneaking a kiss there.
“I missed you,” Azzi breathes into her shoulder.
They text almost constantly, and are on FaceTime whenever they’re free, but it’s not the same as being together. It takes Paige back to the years before UConn, before she knew what it really meant that she would sometimes miss Azzi so much it felt like a wound.
She squeezes Azzi around her waist one more time before pulling back and leading her up to the room. She swipes the key to unlock the door and holds it open so Azzi can limp through in front of her.
Ice has taken Drew to bother some of the other girls, so they can have some much appreciated time alone.
Paige has barely shut the door behind her when Azzi is crowding her up against it, throwing her arms around her shoulders as her crutches clatter to the floor. Paige catches her around the waist, dropping her shopping bag on the floor, and lets Azzi kiss the hell out of her.
“You really missed me, huh?” Paige rasps as Azzi moves her lips down the line of her jaw, her neck. Her hands reach down to palm Azzi’s ass, pulling her closer and squeezing.
She knows something is wrong when Azzi pulls back, releasing a choked gasp. Her head ducks down to stare at her knee, throbbing at the sudden movement. When she looks up at Paige again, her eyes are wet.
“I can’t even kiss you without hurting myself.” Azzi lets out a bitter laugh.
Paige remembers the back and forth of emotions that came with such a big injury. How one moment it could be like nothing had happened, but then something would remind you and the world would feel like it was crashing down on you.
She pulls Azzi into the room, helping her to take a seat at the end of one of the beds before going back to the door to pick up her bag.
Paige comes back to kneel in front of Azzi handing her the bag with an uncharacteristically shy look on her face. Azzi pulls out an only slightly crushed bouquet, two family sized bags of her favorite chips, and a stuffed plushie.
Azzi stares at the gifts for a second. She shouldn’t be surprised at Paige’s thoughtfulness, not when she’s been this way for as long as they’ve known each other.
But she loves how Paige can still surprise her after this many years. She just loves her.
So she places the gifts gently to the side, cups Paige’s face between her hands, kisses her softly, and tells her just that.
💗
I love you, Pookie. 💗
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ven bailalo | george russell x fem! reader
summary; despite not being the best dancer, george will always join y/n on the dance floor, bad moves or not.
warnings; ?
word count; 600
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3 @fall-bambi
note; I LOVE THIS SONG SM TOO😫
masterlist !
‘back to old school’ masterlist.
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“You’re not dancin’ with Y/n?” A very drunken Lando shouted to George over the sound of blasting music. Celebrating at the clubs was the perfect way to end the weekend after the Monaco Grand Prix, hence why they were all there.
Their eyes trailed over to Y/n in the middle of the dance floor. She was dancing with Francisca and Alexandra, swaying along to the music.
“It’s ’cause he sucks!” Alex replied, poking George’s side.
“I’m not bad!”
“Yeah, you are.” Y/n laughed as she appeared in front of them. She takes a seat next to her boyfriend and immediately melts into his side. “When we visited Santo Domingo, I swear I had to stop him from dancing bachata because it was that bad.”
“I can dance bachata!”
“Not with the way you’re pronouncing it no.”
Lily, who was sitting by Alex, let out a snort at her reply. “Bachata isn’t even that hard.”
“If I can teach Charles how to dance, especially to Latin music,” Alexandra trails off as she pats the Monegasque’s shoulder, “I’m sure you can teach George.”
“You all are underestimating me!” The Mercedes driver exclaims in defense, his eyebrows furrowed up. Y/n laughed as she fixed a stray curl that had fallen over his forehead.
“Well, then,” She spoke up, standing back up. “The party’s good. We came to have fun and not sleep, or not stay sitting down or whatever. Let’s go dance.” She smiled as she held her hand out.
A look of panic appeared on George’s face but disappeared quickly. She was quick to notice and continued, “C’mon! Just enjoy.”
He let out a sigh before grabbing her hand and standing up. The others cheered as they watched Y/n drag him into the middle of the dance floor. The short red dress she wore stood out and George was obsessed, even though inside he was panicking.
“Pretend we’re back in Santo Domingo or Punta Cana. It’s just the two of us.” She whispered in his ear as her hips began to move along the beat.
He was still hesitant, knowing Alex and Lando were ready to record him if he embarrasses himself. Her brown glossed lips curled into a smile as she stood on her tiptoes. She placed a gentle kiss on his lips and whispered again, “Just move along with me.”
It seemed as if her kiss was just the boost he needed. Before either knew it, George was suddenly moving along with her to the beat. He kept his hands on her waist the entire time, only letting go momentarily to spin her around.
Y/n was shocked, to say the least. He was actually good. “What’s gotten into you, Russell?” She asked with a chuckle, taking a step closer to him as her hips continued to sway.
“You want me to be completely honest?”
“Claro.” [of course]
She didn’t expect him to lean in and start speaking in her mother tongue. “Es que me vuelves loco cuando tú me besas a mí.” [it’s just that you drive me crazy when you kiss me] A smirk appeared on his lips when he noticed her shocked expression. “Bet you didn’t think I was gonna respond in Spanish, hm?”
“George Russell,” Y/n gasped as he spun her around again. He quickly brought her back into his arms and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She let out a breathy chuckle as she met his eyes. Leaning in she whispers, “Guess I’ll just have to kiss you every time I want to dance.”
“I’m certainly not opposed to that.”
#formula one x reader#f1 x reader#f1 scenario#formula one scenarios#f1 imagine#formula one imagines#formula one imagine#f1 scenarios#george russell scenarios#george russell imagine#george russell x reader
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imagine crocheting a tail warmer/sleeve for Dan Heng for when it gets colder on the Express + a matching hat with horn holes in it
(i am so insane about IL, been a player since day 1 and when leaks of him came out, i started skipping everyone and got him and his lightcone.)
The ending to this was rough bc idk what to put lol
(I cried when he came home as I’m someone who tries to not put money into gacha games and try and get the characters I want by earning the gems however I can. I thought I wasn’t going to get him but thank god I did.)
It was almost impossible not to notice the change in Dan Heng the moment the express grew a little colder, he wore more layers then usual and would stand in close proximity to anything that produced heat.
He stood shoulder to shoulder with you once and would let out small noises of discomfort when you did so much as shuffle an inch away from him, even going so far as to use his tail to latch onto your waist as to keep you in place, only to soon let go of you once he had realised what he had done out of embarrassment that he had done something impulsive.
It wasn’t hard to deduce that Dan Heng was more susceptible to the cold due to his Vidyadhara traits. You had heard tales of old that said that the vidyadhara people hated cold climates, and it was safe to say that the legend was proven true when you heard him tell March that since his horns were just as sensitive as his tail, and that the cold made him feel as though he was experiencing an never ending brain freeze.
Driven by a want to help him, you spent most of the day and some of the night crocheting him a tail warmer and a hat that you work to keep his horns protected from the biting cold. It took you a couple of tries and a series of pricking your fingers with the needle to get right, but in the end it was made worth it when you set off from your room and journeyed to Dan Heng’s, feelings of both worry and excitement for his reaction bubbling inside of you as you knocked on the door.
‘What’s this?’ Dan Heng asked shortly after opening the door, his eyes immediately clocking the knitted warmers in your hands, his interest peaking.
‘They’re warmers.’ You replied as though it were obvious, that and you loved to get a reaction out Dan Heng by stating the obvious.
‘I’m aware, I’m asking why you’ve brought them to me.’ Dan Heng said, sometimes you could be worse the march but he liked you enough to endure sure.
‘I overheard that you’ve become more susceptible to colder temperatures, so I decided to make a warmer for your tail and a little hat to keep your horns warm and comfortable during these times until we can better understand how to manage it.’ You explained and held out the warmers for him to take as he wordlessly plucked them from your hands to admire the handiwork.
They were soft indeed and would provide good use for his tail and horns, however he wasn’t use to having someone do something for him without an exchange of sorts, but Dan Heng couldn’t help the small smile on his lips as he let out a little chuckle. ‘These are perfect, thank you, I shall put them to good use.’
You beamed brightly, happy that your hard work hadn’t gone to waste. ‘Really?! You like them? I thought that I might’ve made the tail warmer too small or the hat a little too big to properly fit against your horns and-‘
‘They’re fine.’ Dan Heng interrupted, hand on your bicep, still smiling. ‘I can’t thank you enough for going out of your way to make something for me.’
You shrugged, trying to act like his words of appreciation didn’t sent butterflies to your stomach. ‘I just didn’t want you to suffer from the cold, it’d be wrong of me to ignore your struggles,’ you trailed off before continuing, ‘you’ll let me know if it’s too small won’t you? If they are I can make another pair or-‘
‘I shall alert you if that is the case.’ Dan heng reassured you and it wasn’t until later that you did catch a glimpse of him in his warmers, and needless to say they fitted him just right.
#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr imagines#hsr imagine#honkai star rail#Honkai star rail imagine#Honkai star rail imagines#dan heng x reader#dan heng x you#hsr dan heng x reader#Dan heng imagines#Dan heng imagine#hsr fanfic#honkai star rail fanfic
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Aaron Hotchner x FEM BAU Reader
Warning: Mentions of death, accidents, panicked Hotch.
Use of Y/n: Your name and L/n: Last name.
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Aaron Hotchner stands on a sidewalk across from a crime scene with his phone up to his ear mumbling to himself worriedly. Garcia sees his panic and walks over with a smile.
“You okay Boss?” she asks concerned.
“She’s not picking up” he grumbles panic setting in when he only gets Y/n’s answering machine.
“Who?” she asks confused.
“L/n she’s not picking up, dammit!” he sighs putting his phone in his pocket starting to pace.
“It’s alright Hotch I’ll try to reach her” she assures him with a smile and rushes to her computer to see what she can do.
Hotch continues to pace bringing his hands over his chin scratching at the stubble his usual nervous tick. The team stand further away watching him with confusion.
Hundreds of thoughts are rushing through Hotch’s mind. You could be hurt, the unsub could have got to you, you could be stuck in traffic for all he knows but it doesn’t matter because only panic fills his mind.
He looks over towards the entrance when he sees you walk through with an apoplectic smile. He immediately rushes over looking you over for any indication that you’re hurt.
“Where were you?” his voice strict.
“Sorry I’m late my car wouldn’t start so I had to take the metro” she apologizes.
“Something could have happened, I thought-we all thought something happened” he raises his voice slightly.
“I’m sorry it won’t happen again” she nods looking down embarrassed at the eyes watching them.
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Later that day after the case was solved Y/n sits at her desk finishing her paperwork and more since Hotch gave her extra for what happened earlier, she says her goodbyes to the team as they leave.
It’s only Hotch and Y/n left in the building finishing up the paperwork. Once she’s done she takes it to his office knocking lightly not wanting to disturb him.
“I finished the paperwork, I’ll just leave it here” she places it on his desk turning around to leave.
As she’s about to walk out she throws caution to the wind and turns back around to him with an annoyed expression.
“How come when Spencer is late because he takes the metro you don’t care, and just brush it off but when I’m a few minutes late because my car didn’t start you give me extra paperwork and yell at me?” she asks growing frustrated.
He looks up with a frustrated frown and sighs leaning back in his chair rubbing his chin looking at her.
“Well-why?” she asks impatiently.
“I called you multiple times and you didn’t pick up so unless your phone is broken or dead there’s no excuse” his tone sharpens.
“Whatever- good night Hotch” she turns to leave.
“I was worried” he stops her in her place with three quiet words.
“I’m fine” she assures.
“But you could have been hurt or worse, Y/n with the work we do it’s crucial I know you’re safe” he stands up walking towards her.
“You don’t react like this with the others” she looks at him confused.
“The others are not you” he stands in front of her holding her elbows pulling her slowly towards him.
“Why am I different?” she quietly asks feeling her chest tighten in anticipation.
“Because you’re you- the only person who makes me feel as panicked and anxious as I do when I think of something happening to you” his tone softens as he looks down at her.
He leans down close to her face. She feels his breath on her cheek and leans closer into his touch.
“You are the most infuriating woman I’ve ever known, yet I can’t seem to stay away from you” he whispers against her lips.
She looks up into his eyes and presses their lips together. He groans into her mouth as she deepens the kiss not wanting to let him go.
It’s safe to say after that kiss Aaron Hotchner worried everyday for you and has made sure to always have contact whenever need be.
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#fanfic#fanfiction#x reader#yn#oneshot#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch x reader#criminal minds#aaron hotchner x reader
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My Fair Lady's Maid (Regency! Aemond Targaryen x Lady's Maid!Reader) Sneak Peek
Frustrated with his grandsire's tedious and thorough process of choosing him a "suitable" bride, Aemond makes a declaration that a lady's maid could be indistinguishable from a true noblewoman so long as she was sufficiently dressed and educated in embroidery, conversation, and the like. Otto takes this as a challenge, and gives Aemond four months to turn one of Helaena's lady's maids into a noblewoman.
Pairing: (Regency! Aemond Targaryen x Lady's Maid!Reader)
Author's Note: So, about 2k words of this just kinda happened today...
Chapter 1: Loverly
“AAAAOOWWWW!”
Her knees pounded with pain, the edges of her vision pulsing black, but she pulled herself up to her elbows, focusing only on what was directly in front of her.
The flowers were scattered across the cobblestones, half already trampled on by people scrambling to avoid falling with her. Those had been the best blossoms, the ones she put at the top of her basket to entice people into buying from her. All that remained in her basket were the scant pickings she used just to make the basket look full – no one would want to buy those.
Nearly a full day’s wages, gone like that.
“What in the devil’s name was that noise, girl?” The bastard who ran into her sneered. She’d never before heard a voice so suited to sneering. She lifted her head to growl something back at him, but any biting words quickly died when she saw who looked down at her.
He was finer than any man – any person – she’d ever seen in Rosby. Not a single silver hair out of place, not a loose thread anywhere on his fine clothes, or a speck of dust on him. Well, except for the slight smudge of grime left on his deep green tailcoat from where he’d crashed into her. The sight of it made her want to crawl into her dirty basement and never come out again.
“You should watch where you’re walking, brother,” another man, standing next to the severe man who had run into her, said. The familiar resemblance was obvious in their coloring – the silver hair, the eyes so vibrantly blue they were nearly violet.
The severe man scoffed, his lip curling as he looked at her. “I was, Daeron. But the little wretch came out of nowhere.”
“I ain’t no ‘wretch!’” she shouted, indignation burning through her fear and embarrassment. “I’m a respectacled woman, I am!”
The man scoffed and rolled his eye, and only then did she notice: his left eye was entirely white, its milky paleness emphasized by the angry red scar stretching from his forehead all the way down through his cheek.
She didn’t mean to stare, really. But she had never seen a man who looked like him – scar or no. He was like something out of a fairy tale. Especially when his scowl deepened, and his one blue eye seemed to catch fire.
“Have you looked your fill?” he growled. She immediately averted her gaze, not knowing what to say. She couldn’t think of a single word.
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A night out at the circus?
That was a strange offer by your friends, but you went along.
Maybe years have passed by ever since you’ve been to the circus. You wondered if it was like you remembered. Your memory was vague about it, but when you and your friends parked the car, you saw the giant red tent. It was dark, but lights were shining on the red fabric from afar. A red carpet led the way to the entrance. The smell of popcorn and beer filled the space as you got closer. You and your friends were laughing about how silly it was all going to be, holding beers in your hands.
“Hey kids! Get inside quick!” a clown passed before you, shouted in a goofy voice, and squeezed his red big nose.
You threw the empty beer, got a new one, and went quickly inside. Getting inside was a sight to behold. The interior felt bigger than what you imagined from the outside.
You and your friends found your places and sat down.
The lights turned off and only spotlights lit the ring.
“Howdy folks! Are you ready for the show?” A clown shouted to the crowd as he was holding a comical big microphone.
“YES!” the crowd responded.
“Are you really ready? Let me hear it” The clown looked toward you and pointed, or at least it felt like it.
“YES!” the crowd shouted again.
The show was wild and funny.
The clown's customs were colorful and silly. Each one had his own thing and color. One had fuzzy huge purple hair. One had huge shoes he could barely walk in. Another had a nose that covered almost half of his face. But there was one you would never forget his appearance. His face was painted all white, with a red smiley mark covering the lower part of his face, and red curls that looked like red springs, trying to bounce out of his head.
You had so much fun, that you barely noticed the pressure to pee building inside of you from those two giant cups of beer. You didn’t want to leave for the bathroom, the show was so entertaining, so you held it as much as you could. Eventually, you stood up and walked to the outside to find the toilets.
“You! The guy who’s walking outside! STOP!” you heard from the speaker, and the lights hit you.
You turned around and saw the curly clown was pointing at you.
The lights washed all over you.
You pointed at yourself questionably.
“Yes you! Where are you going? We are in the middle of the show!” he asked, intending to get the crowd interested in the moment.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” you naively answered.
“Can’t you hold it to the rest of the show? You are such a baby! Isn’t he a baby people?” the clown asked the crowd, making them clap and cheer.
You turned red from embarrassment, gave him your back, and went outside.
You had to pee so bad, you didn’t have time to think about what happened, not just yet. The toilets were around the tent, a bit far from the entrance. Next to it, there were the wheeled caravans of the circus crew. You could hear the crowd inside cheering and the faded voices of the clowns.
“Hey there kid, how’s it going? Have you found the bathroom yet?” said the clown with the curly hair.
He must have finished his act and went outside. He was smoking a cigar and the smoke moved around him in the light breeze. He looked at you, without the act from the show.
“No, not yet” you answered.
“It’s not polite what you did back there, only babies can’t hold and wait. You must be a baby. But you are funny, at least I can look at you and see you have The funny in ya. Ever thought about clowning? Do you want to clown around with us?” he asked as you took a big drag from his cigar, putting his lips around it, making it visible for you to see.
“What? Me as a clown? Nah, I have to take a piss, excuse me,” you said and turned away.
“You are certainly not excused.” you heard him say.
A second later, a bag was covering your head and it felt like two strong guys were holding you and dragging you somewhere. You heard a door slamming open and then closing. You don’t know how, but suddenly you were knocked out of consciousness.
Sometime later, that could be moments, that could be minutes, you gained your consciousness back. You heard the crowd cheering very closely. Lights were shining into the cotton bag your head was in. You were wearing something else, something that wasn’t your clothes. You felt like you were sitting on something very thick and puffy, which seemed like between your legs as well. Maybe you wore it you thought.
“We have a surprise for you good folks! Do you remember the baby who couldn’t hold it before? Well, I’m glad to tell you that he is a baby! Our new baby clown! Give it up for the biggest baby of them all!”
Someone grabbed your shoulders, squeezed them, and pressed his head to the bag, and whispered.
“This is your birthday baby clown, the crowd is cheering for the new baby, make us proud!”
The bag was lifted from your head.
You looked around, shocked.
You sat in the center of the ring, in front of the cheering and going wild crowd. The lights were blinding but you could see you were wearing a comically massive white diaper and big red clown shoes. A bib with the words “big baby” was strapped around you by the purple-haired clown. A bonnet hat was strapped around your head by the clown with a big nose. You felt like crying from the humiliation.
“Awwww is baby gonna cry?” the curly clown asked, now not so serious like he was outside, but goofy and cheerful.
He took some kind of blue makeup marker and drew tears on your cheeks.
“Give it up for our crybaby people!” he made the crowd cheer even more.
He took a rolled-up carpet and unrolled it in front of you.
It was a childish carpet like you see in nurseries.
“Crawl around for us baby! Let everyone see your wet diaper you needed!” gesturing you onto the carpet.
From the excitement and the commotion, you didn’t even notice you were peeing in your new diaper. Somehow the massive diaper became yellow on the front as you peed.
You looked at the wet and yellow diaper, at the carpet, and the gesturing clown, and the cheering crowd.
“Always, such, a whiny, baby. Folks our baby always wants us to pick him up! But he can crawl, I tell you he can! Cheer for him, tell him to crawl!” the clown thrilled the crowd.
“Crawl! Crawl! Crawl!”
They were cheering for you.
They were cheering for the baby clown.
You were it, you were the show now, give it to them.
Crawl to the carpet.
Crawl to the spotlight baby.
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My conversation with @itsclowntime about clowning got me really inspired to write this short story. If you like clowning or being naughty thinking about it, check out his page.
A side note - I used AI to visualize the story.
I hope it adds to your imagination.
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Yandere Baki Shorts:
A Little Bit Jealous
Yandere Atsushi Suedo x Fem Reader
A snort escaped (your name)’s lips when Atsushi buried his face into her stomach. His muscular arms wrapped around her midsection, a few huffs escaped his lips.
“What’s the matter, big guy?” (Your name) asked in a teasing tone, her eyes lit up in mischief when he picked his head up. His cheeks flared out in a pout. Sometimes he was so cute… especially when he was jealous.
“You complimented Katsumi… do you like him more than me?”
(Your name) couldn’t help but giggle which only made Atsushi tighten his grip on her. Goodness he was cute… she adored this man.
“Hey! Don’t laugh at me… these are important questions-“ (your name) bent down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. The karateka immediately pressed several kisses to hers in return, his arms moved to pull her body flush against his.
“I don’t think he’s nearly as cute as you, big guy.”
“But Katsumi gets a lot more confessions than the other guys… he’s handsome.” (Your name) poked Atsushi’s nose with a smile.
“Do you like Katsumi?”
“No! Ew! He’s like… he’s like my brother!” (Your name) couldn’t help but laugh at Atsushi who curled up into himself like a turtle. His cheeks a bright, cherry red from embarrassment.
“You’re the only man for me, baby.” (Your name) gave him a reassuring smile before she reached forward to give Atsushi’s nipple a pinch. The man quickly released her to hold his sore areola in shock.
“Hey! You know I’m sensitive…”
“You’re my big himbo man and your cute little butt is the only one on my mind.” (Your name) pressed a kiss to each of Atsushi’s cheeks. “You know I love you.”
“I love you too… I just get scared you’re going to leave me for better.” Atsushi expressed his insecurities with sincerity. He may have been the tallest of the karatekas at Shinshinkai, but he was nowhere near the strongest. He couldn’t help but feel inferior to Katsumi at times. He was so inspiring.
“You know I’m with you for the long run. You have never failed to make me feel so safe…” (your name) smiled at her beau who melted into her. Her fingers tangled in his brown locks as she lovingly stroked his scalp. “You can always talk to me, baby. About anything and everything, it’s what I’m here for. I’ll always be here.”
Atsushi smiled, his arms once again wrapped around her body for warmth. Yes… she was his. She was all his! And Atsushi would rather die than let anyone take her away from him. He didn’t want to live in a world where his darling wasn’t around.
Atsushi pressed a kiss to her temple, a dazed look in his eye. What if they just moved to the country side? That way he didn’t have to worry about other fighters possibly catching the eye of his love at the dojo? Yes… that made the most sense.
“Will you stay with me forever then?” Atsushi softly asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“If you don’t get bored of me.” (Your name) giggled when Atsushi began to pepper her with kisses. “Hey! Stop-“
“Then I’ll keep you forever and ever!” Atsushi exclaimed, his hands now pawed at her hips. “I’ll never let you go.”
If only the poor girl knew her adorable himbo wasn’t joking…
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What about, copycat unsub reader! Escaping 👀👀 spencers reaction and maybe her visiting him before running of forever and he pretends she never did cuz he kinda doesn't want her to get caught 👀👀
WHAT IF YOU ESCAPED?
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a/n — wrote this idea through phone messages rather than a physical visit bc they’re on the opposite sides of the country to each other, hope it’s alright nonetheless <3
When your ‘disappearance’ hit the news, Spencer wasn’t even sure he was mad about it.
It was horrible really, for a small part of his mind to be a little relieved for you. You were a serial killer for god’s sake. With eighteen—nineteen if you counted Nueves’ indirect death— victims under your belt.
He should be concerned if anything. A seasoned killer on the loose in California who feasibly could go on another killing spree.
But god would he be lying if he said that he hoped you got caught.
He knew there was no logical way for your transfer to an in-patient facility to get expedited, or even to be put through at all despite how cooperative you had been, and it was honestly devastating.
He didn’t think you were a bad person, you were someone who needed help, and they were blatantly refusing to give it to you.
So yeah, maybe he didn’t want you to get caught and thrown back in jail.
Especially considering it would mean an indefinite extension on your sentence, if not them abandoning any knowledge of your illness completely and reconsidering you for the death penalty.
Of course that was something he kept to himself.
He didn’t even want to think about how the team would react if he said he was happy that a serial killer was on the loose, not that he was even sure he’d consider you an active ‘threat’.
What he didn’t even consider thinking about was the implications it had for him directly. Maybe he should’ve.
It wasn’t even 24 hours after the State of California had issued an emergency report on your escape that Spencer received a message from an unknown number to his cellphone.
‘thank you’
‘I’m sorry, who is this?’
It was so generic of a message that it could’ve easily been a coincidental mistake.
‘somebody’
He was sure it wasn’t.
‘Are you safe?’
There’s a few seconds of nothing but three dots bouncing on the bottom left of his screen, then they disappear with no response and Spencer’s afraid he’s made a mistake.
It had to be you right? Who else could it feasibly be?
How did you even get his phone number in the first place?
He takes a minute to think.
When over the six days he’d spent with you all those months ago did you manage to get Spencer’s number? Or a phone for that matter?
You did message him using Emily’s phone right before Nueves made a pin cushion out of her eye, maybe you’d committed it to memory then.
Who knows how you actually got a phone to contact him though. Who knows why you wanted to contact him at all, and to say ‘thank you’ no less.
Spencer wasn’t sure he’d really done anything to deserve your thanks. He’d just treated you like he would treat anybody else.
‘Good luck.’
The three dots return, and Spencer feels like his heart might jump out of his chest.
‘i won’t need it’
He almost laughs at your reply. Of course you wouldn’t think that you needed luck when you were running from every single enforcer of the law in the state of California.
‘Good luck anyway.’
“Genius,”
Spencer’s head shoots upright from his phone towards Morgan’s voice, guilt written all over his face despite how he tries to mask it. “Huh?”
“Stop texting your secret partner and get your pretty boy face in here,” There’s an air of amusement in Morgan’s tone as he gestures with his head towards the door to the conference room, and Spencer’s face flushes in embarrassment almost immediately.
“That’s not— I wasn’t—”
“Sure, sure, whatever you say Reid, c’mon,” Morgan disappears into the conference room before Spencer can respond.
Great. Morgan thinks the escaped serial killer he’s messaging is someone he’s secretly romantically involved with.
Like his life could get any more complicated.
He drags himself out of his chair with a groan, slotting his phone into the pocket of his slacks as he walks up the stairs towards the conference room, trudging to his seat and blatantly ignoring the teasing stare Morgan throws at him as he sits down.
It’s barely five minutes into the meeting before Spencer gets distracted by a buzz in his pocket. And then another.
‘goodbye dr reid’
‘thank you’
“Reid?”
“Hm?” Spencer’s head snaps up towards Hotch’s with a start, and it only serves to leave Morgan even more suspicious of his actions.
Of his ‘secret partner’ that’s actually a serial killer on the run.
“Focus, please,” Although naturally stern in it’s nature, Hotch’s tone isn’t as reprimanding as it probably should be.
Spencer switches his phone off for the rest of the meeting, and when he finally turns it back on again he can’t say he’s not disappointed at the fact there’s no new messages for him to read.
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Sebastian Sallow x Reader: kiss me
Plot: You fought, kissed, and made up. But it could never be that easy.
or, Sebastian took two steps forward and three steps back.
Tags: insecurities, social pressures, obsessive tendencies, slytherin!reader, dark!seb and reader if you squint, but not really, underage drinking (theyre all 16-18 in this), they're just crazy about each other and can't tell anyone, kissing (duh) nothing too PG, happy ending?, read 4k words and figure it out, if the end made you scream say 'aye'
[ 6th Year ]
“Spin that fucking bottle!”
If you had known what absolute monstrosity you would create when you introduced muggle sleepover games to your housemates you would’ve gone to bed early.
But now, you were surrounded by drunk, nosy, Slytherins that were dead-set on exposing each other’s most embarrassing secrets. No one was safe.
“Imelda!” Everyone cheered, Grace quickly hooked her arms around the other girl’s neck when she tried to escape.
The party had long since been over, most of the students from other houses had already retired to their own rooms but those who had friends in Slytherin (like Poppy and Natty) or were too drunk to journey back to the spiraling staircases of their houses safely (like Everett and Samantha) decided to sober up for a while in the Quidditch Grand Champion’s common room.
“Are you actually as mean as you pretend to be or do you just not know how to make friends,” Natty slurred, pointing and wagging a finger at her.
If she was in a better constitution, she would’ve been able to brush off that accusation easily and with confidence but a dozen of improved (thanks Garreth) Firewhiskey shots later and the ever-guarded Imelda flushed in embarrassment to the surprise of everyone. The small circle burst out laughing, Imelda pushed Grace away in annoyance.
“It’s okay, ‘melda. We love you as you are!” Poppy was definitely still hammered.
“Next, next, next!”
The bottle spun and spun but your eyes were at the boy who had just returned from tucking Ominis in their shared dorm. You smiled up at him as he sat in the reserved space available just for him right beside you. “Omi?” you mouthed.
He squeezed your hands, silently letting you know your lightweight friend was now safely tucked in his own bed and ready to welcome the worst hangover he had ever known tomorrow.
“Well, well, well! Our brilliant, beloved, beater!”
It was when you turned your eyes back down on the ground that you saw that the mouth of the bottle was now undoubtedly pointed at Sebastian.
“Mate, I just got here!”
The crowd booed, Sebastian receiving light punches and playful jeers. “It’s the rules, Sallow!”
Everyone looked at you expectantly, the false inventor of such guidelines. You smirked, shrugging, “Rules are rules.”
Sebastian gaped at the betrayal. He gave you a look that lets you know he’ll get you back for this, even secretly poking your waist sharply. You didn’t like the way your housemate’s eyes glinted at the small interaction. Oh no.
“Alright, Alright,” Garreth shushed the crowd with two outstretched hands. “I have the million galleon question! I’m sure everyone will praise my genius for it!”
“Get on with it already!”
The Gryffindor threw a drunken glare at the voice from the back of the common room. “Now, I’m sure our dear Sebastian, despite receiving many letters of admiration and flutters of pretty lashes –”
“Gross,” Imelda grumbled.
“—has yet to officially court someone!” Garreth announced, arms stretched wide like he was a ringmaster about to start his greatest show. Everyone oo-ed and ahh-ed and cheered.
You didn’t like where this was going.
Sebastian, for all the eyes that were on him, managed to maintain the small smile on his cocky face.
It was true. You were not blind to the … physical developments he had undergone the last two years nor to the attention it had garnered him. The boy you had sneaked around Hogwarts with in your fifth year had disappeared and was replaced by a man. An unfairly tall, tanned, attractive man. You damn near walked past him again if he had not pulled you to his side on your first day during your 6th year.
You weren’t ignorant of it, nor were you dumb enough to deny your attraction to your friend.
But you are a lady. And his friend.
His most trusted, beloved friend (his words not yours).
You’d rather not risk your lifelong connection if he won’t. You know how to read between the lines as blurry as it had become. He’s lost too much and you refuse to become another scar in his soul. The both of you have had enough of that to last you till the next lifetime.
“So, my question is,” your eyes widened when you felt two hands on each of your shoulders, in your deep reverie you have failed to notice Garreth sneaking behind your back or that all conniving eyes and raised eyebrows were now on you.
Sebastian smiled.
“Kiss, Marry, Kill.”
[ 7th Year ]
It was by incredible luck that your 7th year of Hogwarts called for the Triwizard tournaments to be held in Hogwarts.
You were prepared to enjoy the event in relative peace. Happy that for once you would be the spectator of all the action instead of being the one in the middle of it.
Life just can’t make it that easy for you.
You did not even realize that Sebastian of all people had thrown his name in as consideration until he had been called and your dreams of a quiet last year in Hogwarts were shot to the depths of hell. It was the first time in a while that you felt true fear, the type that froze all your blood solid.
The fight that followed in the Undercroft was explosive.
“How could you be so reckless, Sebastian?! People die in these games! Why would you do this?!”
Just the thought of it makes your stomach sink. Sebastian will be front and center of this bloody battle of pride that is broadcasted to the entire wizarding world. It was different when it was the two of you jumping through all types of danger – this time you won’t be able to help him. He will be alone.
Yet, when you had expected a valid explanation and a plan out of all this madness he instead looked at you with such anger and vitriol that you physically flinched.
“Because I am sick of being just your friend!” Even Ominis pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on. Foreseeing a tragedy about to uncontrollably unroll. “I’m constantly surrounded by you two! Ominis Gaunt, the scion of the purest bloodline in the wizarding world, the Heir of Slytherin who could do no wrong! How brilliant!”
He cackled a laugh, he looked like a man at the brink of insanity. How long had he been holding on to these thoughts?
“And you!”
“Sebastian enough –” Ominis tried to cut through his mania but he wasn’t having any of it. Once the words were out, there was no taking them back in. He was cursed – he will have to see it through.
“Famed Hero of Hogwarts,” each word was dripped in poison, the insecurities bubbling inside him caused him to lash out at anyone and everyone who dared question his decision. How could they understand? How would they understand a nobody? “Do you know how tired I am of being in your shadow?”
He felt the sting before he heard it, the slap drowned the Undercroft in silence. Then, the weight of his grave words sunk in. The green haze in his head cleared just to see the boiling tears falling down your distraught face.
What has he –
“Then let me free you of such shadow, Sebastian,” your face crumpled, physically pained by such cruelty from your dearest companion. “You’re on your own this time.”
That had been months ago, aside from the few classes you had together he had not even seen you anywhere else. Not even in the first game when he had sent you an owl begging you for a chance to apologize and dedicating his win to you. The victory over the other contestants tasted bitter when he couldn’t find your face in the celebrating crowd.
And the pit in his chest turned into a black hole when he caught Ominis at the edge of the celebration shaking his head. She didn’t come. He’s lost her.
Ominis refused to help him – not that he deserved any. In retrospect, it was ... silly – the insecurities he had been shamefully hiding. He knew his friends had never seen him short of an equal but it’s difficult to see the good when the entire world is looking down at you with cruel, disapproving eyes when your back is turned. Cruel whispers they made sure only he could hear.
“I thought he’d live somewhere more posh.”
“Sallow? Dating her? That’s preposterous he’s an orphan with barely a galleon to his name.”
“Why do you think they keep him around?”
It was stupid and irrational and he handled it in the worst possible way. Lashed out at the one person who least deserved it, who went through hell to drag him back out, then benevolently tended to all the wounds and scars in his humanity till he was himself again.
“Let me free you of such shadow, Sebastian.”
He slammed his head on the wall he was leaning on, the heartbreaking image of her distressed face was a nightmare that had chased him awake or asleep. Sebastian may deserve this but you most definitely didn’t. He never deserved you.
Yet, here he was, sitting on the floor of the Ravenclaw Tower with a wilted bouquet of wildflowers he had picked before breakfast, hoping he could catch her somehow. He ignored the giggles, snickers, and confused questions thrown his way no matter how embarrassed he felt. He wasn’t moving from this spot until he can apologize – the silent treatment was torture worse than Crucio. And he had been hit with one.
At the first sound of the walls transforming, he was already up on his feet, his hands instinctively brushing his hair as if looking presentable would even out his chances of repairing his most treasured friendship.
The door opened and finally, your eyes met his. The tension was something that would choke even the greediest puffskein. Your eyes were wide, unblinking and your lips were pursed in a fine line that communicated how much you loathed being in his presence. He hopes you know that you could never hate him as much as he hated himself at this very moment.
“For you!” It was only when it was being offered to you did he realize how abysmal the dying bouquet he had been carrying in his hands since this morning looked. But it was too late now, she was already here, looking at the flower then back to him and all the lines he had practiced flew out of his head.
Instead, he just fell to his knees, prostrating, tears already threatening to fall down his face. He had never been an honorable man. “Sebastian! Get up!”
“I will do anything you ask me to,” The feel of her touch made his skin tingle. After months of not even catching your eyes or hearing your voice and it was more than worth it to suffer through all this humiliation just for this moment. Even if you may never forgive him at least he could apologize. He’ll have a better last moment with you than your fight. “I’ll win the games. I’ll quit. I’ll drop out of Hogwarts if that’s what you want just, please … forgive me.”
He felt your arms wrap around him but he was too distraught, barely comprehending that you had somehow pulled him back into the room until the two of you fell on the ground and the door of the room slammed shut. Still, he continued sobbing in your arms, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he drenched your neck with his anguished tears. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
Sebastian wasn’t playing fair but your forgiveness was a prize he was willing to cheat to earn. There would be no point of honor if he lost you – anyone else but you.
“It wasn’t anything you did. It was me,” he sobbed. “I just – you and Ominis became such incredible people that I realized it was me who had not become anyone. I am a nobody!”
“Sebastian that is just not true –”
“It’s moronic I know! But I just thought … if I could win these games … if I could stop being just myself and be a champion then I can finally earn the spot beside you.”
It was embarrassing to admit all that, the deep insecurities that had festered inside of him the moment he was finally faced with the reality of the world. That he was surround by great people who has and will achieve great things and he was … him. A failure, a murderer, a burden.
“Don’t make me slap you again,” your cold voice woke him up from his self-lashings.
He sniffed, nodding, finally finding the strength and shame to sit up on his knees in front of you. “I … I really am so sorry.”
He pinched his eyes shut, preparing himself for the worst. His nails digging in his palm in an effort to stop it from shaking. However, it took one touch of your palms to break through all his pretenses. “I forgive you.”
He crumbled in relief, jumping into your open arms in a mess of tears, snot, and even more apologies.
“I know, I know,” you shushed him, hands tight even as he soaked your shirt through. “Ominis talked to me and … Sebastian you really are so silly. What do you mean you're a nobody? You're the top student in our year! So much so that all those Ravenclaws have declared you their enemy. You're the greatest beater in our generation that even I have been receiving owls begging me to somehow convince you to play for their team when you graduate! I can't even imagine how many times I would have gotten in trouble or straight-up died if it wasn't for you! I swear you're so fucking daft sometimes!”
He nodded eagerly, taking any jabs you may have if it meant you were talking to him. Even if it was still difficult for him to accept that any of those achievements you dictated could ever surmount to what you had achieved he knew it wasn't smart to try and correct it now when you had just forgiven his transgressions. “Stupid, stupid, boy.”
It was there in that room that your fractured friendship was mended with a bunch of dead flowers and Sebastian’s tears.
To celebrate, you had produced a couple of leftover Hogshead Brew for the two of you to enjoy till you were tipsy enough to forget the past horrible months without each other and were now giggling to each other’s face as if to make up for all the laughs you were owed in the months of silence.
“Lay back down, your eyes are going to be swollen shut.”
He’s been crying so hard for so long that he was too tired to do anything but follow your words, laying at the center of the bed you’ve conjured and sighing at the warm cloth you pressed on his eyes that miraculously stopped the world from spinning.
If he thinks too hard about the shameful faces he had shown you, he fears he’s going to combust, instead he focused on the rake of your nails on his hair, the familiar scent of your perfume he had given to you as a gift for your birthday last year, and the weight of your head as you laid on his stomach while the alcohol coursed through his body.
“You shouldn’t quit.”
He folded the cloth in one eye to take a peek at you. You giggled sweetly, clearly taking the drink harder than him, and gods above did he miss it. His happiness was cut short however when you crawled over the length of his body and instead plopped next to him, your head resting on his outstretched arm.
Physical affection wasn’t new to the two of you – after what you had been through hugs and holding hands were something the two of you found comfort in, a reminder that despite everything, the two of you made it out together – but after a few months without it he was faced with the realization of how unconventionally intimate your friendship truly was.
“Like I said, Ominis explained to me how you’ve been feeling – only another man would ever understand a bruised man’s ego. And if this is what’s going to make you feel better then I will support you till the end.” He turned his head so he can look at your eyes. When you cupped his face he felt his gut curl on itself from adoration. “But make no mistake Sebastian, the two of us have always been equals. We’re kindred spirits, remember?”
Kindred spirits, he thought. He remembers the first time he called the two of you that -- something a little cheeky for the first witch who didn't sneer in disgust at the prospects of his less than favorable past time. The curiosity in your eyes then was one he had seen in his own, even then he had this funny feeling that you were going to get along very well.
If he only knew how right he was, he would've thought he was a prodigy in divination.
A tear once again pebbled at the memory but just as he closed his eyes ready to wipe it away you were already sitting up, throwing the wet cloth and pressing a kiss on the edge of it. Sebastian sucked in a breath, blinking to see you hovering over him now. He’s never seen you this zealous. The passion in your eyes is almost mirroring his own.
It would seem whatever was in that brew had smashed through your inhibitions and his pride as he let you continue peppering kisses all over his face.
“You are very precious to me,” she whispered fondly, her gaze soft, drunk and adoring then it turned dark, an emotion crossed your face that he’d only seen when you had been fighting the meanest of foes. “I’d blow this entire school up before I let any of them think they could take your place in my life.”
Sebastian shuddered, his entire body burning under your gaze.
Leaning over again, you pressed another kiss on his other eyelid. “I won’t allow anyone to take you away from me.”
On his forehead. “And you are not allowed to leave me. I forbid it, Sebastian.”
As pathetic as it was, the words were everything he needed to hear. The possession healing over all his insecurities like a balm.
He has always been a selfish lad. His parents and everything he had ever known were ripped away from him at too early of an age that it made him realize that he needed to protect Anne because she was all he had but even that exploded spectacularly into a tragedy.
And then he met you and finally, finally, he met his person. Someone who was seemingly made just for him. Someone who understood him for all his secrets and flaws and still called him a friend.
However, it would seem that he was cursed of a cruel fate. Because the one person who was supposed to be just his turned out to be the most sought-after witch of their generation with the type of magic that had not been seen in centuries. At first, it didn’t matter, he was confident of his place in your life. But as the two of you grew up, the reality that your position in society were skies apart was when his insecurities began to painfully blossom.
But this … it was nice to be claimed like this. To be able to hear and see the crazed obsession he had only seen in his own reflection be mirrored by the one person he needed it from the most. The whole world can laugh behind his back, it didn’t matter anymore. The most brilliant witch in history is in this bed with him, kissing all his insecurities away and branding him as hers.
He chuckled but was cut short when you pressed a softer kiss just by the edge of his smile. His heart threatened to pound out of his chest, his ears failing to hear anything else but the next words out of your mouth. “Do you understand me, Sebastian?”
It has never been clearer: she is his.
“You are mine.”
With her final words, Sebastian’s brain seems to finally function again. A surge of alcohol and courage caused him to raise his limbs to cup your face, pulling you closer and closer so he could finally do what he had been dreaming about since your first duel.
A kiss. A promise. The final bind that would lock your souls together forevermore.
You gasped, smiling through the kiss before you plopped your entire body on top of his, your body finally getting overwhelmed by the alcohol and all that has happened in the past hours – knocking you straight into a dreamless sleep.
For the first time in a long, long while, he was at peace.
The two of you may never remember this moment but he’ll know it in his soul. In this dim room, surrounded by her scent, and her skin, and her kisses – he has finally found where he belongs and who belonged to him.
He pulled you into him – tighter, closer. It didn’t matter, you were his.
Only his.
“Guess we made up?”
When you woke up Sebastian was already lounging in the ottoman by the end of the bed, casually reading a book while you were crawling towards him with your blanket over your head and suffering through a hangover.
If not for the redness in his eyes you would’ve thought you hallucinated his teary apologies.
He was quick to open up his form, grabbing a decorative pillow for you as you laid down on his lap dramatically. You don’t remember much but you knew enough that the big fight was forgotten and forgiven.
“Guess so, darling,” he chuckled nonchalantly, back to his cool, charming self as if he hadn’t been a crybaby in your arms just yesterday.
‘Darling’? That’s new.
You grinned, letting him pet you. You weren’t complaining, not being friends with Sebastian felt wrong and it was a miracle you stood your ground as hard as you did.
“Aren’t I so gracious, dear?” you teased, poking his stomach to make him flinch. The two of you laughed. “What happened after I popped out that blasted poison from Hogshead?”
When you try to comb through your memories your headache fights back with a vengeance so you had hoped he would supply the blank pages in your mind.
He stared at you for a beat before sighing, looking truly as miffed as you. “I wish I remembered, I’m in the dark as much as you.”
And as much as he knows it was wrong to not try to remember, he also knew he wouldn’t be able to live through the embarrassment of what he might’ve been telling you while he was drunk and emotional again. It was a mistake but he was more than happy to let those blank memories remain blank. What’s important is that you are friends again.
“Let’s focus on the future now, hm? No sense digging through what would definitely be an embarrassing moment for me,” he groaned, pinching your cheeks when you gave him a teasing smile.
You hesitated, biting your lip but then nodded. “If you say so.” It was in the past after all.
Sebastian was glad you let it go. (He will regret this in years to come.)
“Speaking of futures, I had wanted to ask you,” he played with the short strands of your hair, heart full of adoration as he looked down at your face. “Go to the Yule Ball with me? Gotta have a pretty date for this year.”
You dramatically gasped, “The Future Triwizard Champion asking little old me? Also, I was your date last year, scoundrel!”
He burst out laughing, you jumped into his arms, pressing a kiss on his cheeks.
His lips tingled, his head ached as it begged him to remember. But then you flashed him that bright smile and nothing else mattered.
“I would love to.”
The two of you were back to what you had once been. It would just be greedy to ask for more.
Right?
#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian x reader#sebastian sallow fanfiction#sebsatian sallow#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#hogwarts legacy
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idk if you want to make this a full on fic but I was just imagining trinket fairy reader with a dragon idk you wanna make it Platonic or not up to you, but I didn't imagine much only those two as pairings and how they might possibly bond
Sorry if it's really vague and not giving you much of an idea 😭
Love you and your writing ♥
Thank you! Means a lot. <3 Mmmmm I like your idea. I’m thinking of fairy and dragon with multiple forms, so in this piece they are in their more human-ish form, but the size difference is still big. Like he can be a basketball player kinda tall, and she can be like 30-40 cm shorter. Like BIG size difference, and lots of banter. I think It would be really fun to see them interact regarding his hoard. The idea of a trinket fairy taking all his things just to use them for gadgets and building new crazy stuff while driving him crazy, but not really bc he’s deeply in love with her… Peak storytelling. So yeah, that’s where my head is at with your idea, but make it spicy. Hope you like it!
Restaurant delight
Dragon x fairy fem!reader || teasing, banter, semi-public sex
You were having a dinner date, mandatory by his strict standards of what a relationship meant. You thought it was really funny how insistent he was about taking you out at least twice a month. He told you it was to keep the romance alive, and you didn’t mind, you liked to show off your big hunk of a dragon boyfriend.
“You need to stop taking things from my hoard,” he told you out of the blue as you were reaching for some garlic bread. You blinked slowly up at him, your wings twitching behind you.
“No.” You munched on some bread as he sputtered beside you.
“Wh-what? What do you mean no?” He looked confused and annoyed, a purple-ish blush creeping on his blue skin.
“What’s the point of having a dragon boyfriend if I can’t use your stuff to build cool gadgets?” Your logic was perfect. He had tons of stuff, you liked stuff. You took stuff, you build stuff. Easy, simple.
“I- You- No. They are my precious possessions,” he tried to argue.
“I took a plastic car.” You sent him an are you kidding me look. You didn’t want to be mean, but you also knew he really didn’t care that much about the things you took from his hoard. He had a ton of stuff, most of it he didn’t even know was there.
“It was shiny!” His exclamation made you want to giggle, but you referred, biting your tongue as you looked up at him. Dang, why was he so damn tall, you had to look up even when you were sitting down. Damn hot dragons and their incredible height.
“You didn’t know you had it until I took it,” you counterattacked.
“I- Please, stop.” His tone was sincere, but you also knew him too well. He wasn’t really trying to argue with you. Someone was horny and wanted some fun banter to get you riled up. He knew you always wanted harder and faster when he argued with you beforehand. It wasn’t the healthiest approach to your sex-life, but it was fun as fuck.
“Does it really bother you so much?” You asked, trying to sound sincere and innocent, not playing into his game. He loved to rile you up, but you loved to be a brat about it even more.
You knew it worked when he looked at you confused. “I- Yes?”
“Is that a question?” You kept munching on the bread, completely nonchalant about his alleged annoyance.
“No?” You bit down on the bread to keep from smiling at him. “Okay. Okay. I just… I like my hoard.” His statement was lost when his face got even more purple. He was embarrassed, and he looked so fucking adorable you wanted to coo at him.
“I like it, too. I’ll stop if it bothers you… Or we could make a deal.” Your flirty smile wasn’t lost on him, who looked at you with a glimmer in his eyes.
“What deal?” His big wings twitched behind him, a telltale sign that he was getting nervous, anticipation probably filling him.
You munched on some bread and waited patiently until he was drinking a bit of water before telling him: “You allow me to take stuff from your hoard and I suck your dick.” He choked on the water and started coughing loudly.
You patted his big back, “accidentally” touching the base of his wings, the area you knew perfectly well made him lose his mind when caressed. Your fingers lingered a bit there, as he regained control of his breathing. He shuddered at the contact.
He looked at you with fire in his eyes, you lowered your hand and rested it on his thigh. “I bet I could even do it here,” you murmured. You didn’t give him time to react before your hand was over his growing erection, making him squirm under your touch and flush heavily again. He was adorable.
“Wh-what?” He stuttered, his pulse picking up as you licked your lips looking straight at him. He shivered visibly and the hardness under your hand twitched.
“You like that? You like the idea of me sucking your dick in a restaurant’s bathroom, big guy?” You knew you hit a nerve when his wings fluttered, almost hitting the poor waitress as he walked pass your table. He apologized profusely as you squeezed his dick. He looked back at you angrily, but he didn’t stop you. His flushed skin was so bright you wanted to kiss him senseless, but you were already thinking in other stuff, spicier stuff.
You were about to open his fly to get some skin to skin contact when the waitress arrived with your food. Your hand never left his clothed dick, rubbing softly as you cheerfully talked to her. Your boyfriend was a stiff form next to you, his big hand resting over yours, but not stopping you.
You ate with one hand and left the other over his dick, absently stroking him as you kept the conversation flowing. “Act normal or people will realize,” you instructed. He looked around panicked. You giggled and kept telling him about your day, and what new gadget you created. When he whimpered, you decided it was time you made good on your deal. “Go to the bathroom,” you instructed. You took your hand away from his dick and smiled when he got up fast. There was a wet patch in his pants. He covered it with a hand, but not fast enough for your eyes. “I’ll see you there in a few.” You smirked at him as he almost ran to the bathroom.
You followed a few minutes later, slowly making your way to the restroom, checking there wasn’t anybody around before entering the man’s bathroom. He was pacing the tiny space when you opened the door. You pushed his big chest until he was sitting down on the toilet. You positioned yourself between his knees and fell to your kneed before him. He whimpered.
You took him out of his pants and slowly started mouthing him over his underwear, making a mess of it. Making a mess of him. His head was thrown back, and the precious shimmer of his scales was making you itch to touch him. You took him out of his underwear and went right for it. He wasn’t expecting it and let out a loud shriek when your tiny mouth tried to stretch around his tip. You both know there was no way his dick could fit inside your mouth, but you could be smart about it.
You played with his tip for a bit, but realizing you didn’t have that much time before someone thought you bailed without paying the check. You grabbed him with both hands and started a fast pace up and down, sucking the underside of his dick and making him whimper. He was looking at the ceiling when you asked: “So, do we have a deal?” He looked down at you, dick still against your lips, and groaned, his dick twitching. You stopped moving your hands when he didn’t answer.
“Yes. Yes. Whatever you want. Take whatever you like.” You smirked up at him as your wings fluttered behind you. Seeing him so gone was turning you on like crazy. You couldn’t wait to get him home and ride him.
You lowered your head and started a punishing pace with your hands as you latched into his tip and started licking and sucking and doing everything in your power to make him lose his mind. “Good boy,” you whispered against his flesh when he shuddered under you. He was so close you could feel the temperature around you rising, his dragon fire so close to the surface. “Come for me,” you ordered, your mouth a few millimeters away from your expecting mouth. He complied instantly. Shooting rope after rope of cum in your open mouth, some of it landing on your lips and making him groan softly.
You swallowed everything he gave you and rested your head against his thigh. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. You looked up in time to see a big black circle on the ceiling. He breathed fire and burned the fucking ceiling. You started laughing so hard that you fell on your ass in front of him. He looked so embarrassed and cute that you laughed harder. “Stop it,” he muttered, his face bright purple.
“Was it that good?” You teased.
He growled at you, without malice. “You know it was. You always are. Your tiny hands and your fucking mouth… Ugh, you drive me crazy.” He picked you up from the floor and devoured your mouth, groaning when he found his own taste there. “Go back out, I’ll wait for a bit.”
You sat down back to your table and smiled at the waitress, she definitely knew what you two did in the bathroom. You didn’t care. You would do it again in a heartbeat. There was nothing better than your boyfriend’s dick. He came back a bit later, still looking embarrassed as he asked for the check and urged you out the door before somebody discovered the big black burn in the bathroom’s ceiling. You laughed all the way out.
You were walking to your car when he told you: “You know I would have let you have all my hoard without any deals, right?” You smirked at him as you walked to the car, an extra movement to your hips that made him groan behind you.
“Yeah. I know. I just wanted to suck your dick.” His footsteps sounded loud against the pavement as he followed you, your wings fluttering again when he embraced you from behind, and turned you around, his hands landing on your ass and pulling you up so he could kiss you properly.
#monster#monster fucker#monster imagine#teratophillia#monster boyfriend#monster x reader#terato#fairy#trinket fairy#fairy x dragon#dragon#dragon x reader#dragon x fairy#dragon boyfriend#request
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✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚ — IN THE DRESSING ROOM W/ AVENTURINE ...
STARRING; an Aventurine x G/N reader!
PLOT; Aventurine and the reader is shopping for new clothing, accessories, jewelry and much more. Now, you finish the day with being in a dressing room with him.
CONTENT; Fluff, shopping, short fic, matching jewelry, slightly suggestive, dressing room.
A/N; Accepting requests! (SFW only)
Shopping. One of the kinds of dates where Aventurine would spoil me and go to the most luxurious of malls. It was something I couldn’t exactly comprehend and understand out of him but regardless, I felt special. I felt that no one would go all out just to spoil me.
Aventurine had bought me the finest jewelry, hell– we’re even wearing matching jewelry. The necklace started to dangle around my neck as he was just behind me. His arms were just around my waist. This situation is already embarrassing enough, not to mention being in a public dressing room.
I was trying out clothing as Aventurine went to pick up something. I felt that I wanted to get clothes not only Aventurine had to pay but something he’d probably like on me. I wanted to impress him. I wanted him to feel that I’m someone he’s lucky to have. Although, maybe the clothes I picked out didn’t exactly go well. Or… does it look good? I hadn’t noticed it had been 30 minutes since he was gone until he took a peek (with permission) into the dressing room.
“Can I come in?” he said. I allowed him but I knew I looked like a mess with all the piles of clothes falling onto the floor. I was wearing a cute button down with the shorts I was wearing when I came with Aventurine to the mall. It was silent. I had a little tendency that the atmosphere was pretty awkward, but he kept staring. Regardless of how messy I was, he just kept looking at the mirror.
And right now, he had put the most luxurious necklace around me with a pendant that had his name carved in the inside of it. I noticed that he had the same exact necklace, but it had my name carved in the inside of it. He locked the necklace onto my neck and before I knew it, he was kissing me. Hands on waist, his fingers circling in motion. It felt like a small tinge in my stomach that got me all giddy. Yet, I was embarrassed.
“Just the perfect fit.”
“You think…?”
He continues to kiss my neck with the necklace around me. I was practically keeping my composure and at least trying to be as mature as possible. He was kissing me from my neck, under my jaw and just until my lips. I was losing myself, he was too. His hands were under the smooth, cotton fabric.
I looked in the mirror. God. Him right beside me makes me feel too good about myself. I did feel like I was something he can show off to. He makes me feel so vulnerable– it's insane.
“You are perfect. I couldn’t settle for anything else. You know how you make me feel.” he whispered. I felt wanted, not needed. He was perfect. At that moment, I wanted to be the best for him. I start to giggle. God. Who knew I’d feel this? I laughed with the biggest smile as he was confused after kissing parts of me.
“Come on. Let’s get all of these for you.”
“Are you sure?”
“As long as you wear it for me. ”
#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr aventurine#aventurine honkai star rail#aventurine x reader#aventurine hsr#aventurine x gn reader#aventurine x y/n#honkai star rail aventurine
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photobooth / sim jaeyun
synopsis: take a picture, it'll last longer
pairing: college students jake x reader, strangers, campus crush
warnings: none?? maybe college?? lol, lmk if i missed anything
wc: 1k
Sitting outside, eating lunch with your friends in one of the park-like areas of your university was a common occurrence. But today was different. Today, you caught a glimpse of the new foreign exchange student from South Korea.
You were the friend who was always single, the one who constantly complained about being alone but never really ventured outside the house. You never made the effort to ask anyone out. Yet, something inside you compelled you to get up from your picnic blanket and approach the attractive stranger.
"Your soup is going to get cold, YN. What are you even looking at?" Yuna asked, trying to match your line of sight. Eventually, her eyes landed on the man sitting on a bench. "Oh, Jake. I see."
"Jake? You know him?" you asked. Yuna nodded and explained that he was in her science class. He was known to be a smart guy, originally from South Korea but also from Australia. You looked back at where Jake had been sitting, but the bench was now empty.
"Awh, is little baby YN finally falling for someone?" Sunghoon teased.
Ever since that day, you had a new endeavor: to find or at least catch a glimpse of Jake every day. Whenever you got out of class early, you would rush to Yuna's science class, knowing Jake would be there. Naturally, your friends teased you, calling you obsessive and a stalker. Unbeknownst to you, you weren't very discreet because Jake had definitely noticed your love-filled stares, thanks in part to his friend, Jay.
"Do you know her?" Jay asked one day while he and Jake were playing soccer with other people. Jay had noticed a girl sitting in the bleachers with her friend. That girl was you, and you had convinced Yuna to watch Jake practice.
"Don't forget about me when you start dating him," Yuna nudged you playfully.
"Oh, please. Like you didn't avoid me for a week when you started dating Sunghoon," you retorted with a grin. As you both playfully argued, Jake paused, took a good look at you, and shook his head at Jay.
"This is actually the first time I've seen her," Jake admitted.
A week later, there you were again at Jake's practice, but this time you were by yourself. Deep down, you knew you were being kind of creepy and weird, but having a crush makes you do the strangest things. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t pay much attention to the game, simply spacing out until the very end of the practice. You snapped out of it only when Jake made his way towards you, his Aussie accent pulling you back to reality.
"Hey, space cadet!" Jake called out with a grin, snapping his fingers in front of your face.
Startled, you blinked and looked up at him. "Oh, hi. Sorry, I was just… thinking."
"Thinking, huh?" Jake laughed. "Must have been some deep thoughts. I'm Jake, by the way."
"Yeah, I know," you replied nervously. "I'm YN."
"Nice to officially meet you, YN," he said, extending his hand. After you shook it, he continued, "So, I’ve noticed you’ve been around a lot lately. Do you always come to watch soccer practice, or am I just that interesting?"
You blushed, trying to find the right words. "Well, um, maybe a bit of both?"
Jake chuckled. "Don’t worry, I’m just teasing. Jay told me you’ve got a bit of a crush on me."
You felt your face heat up even more. "He did, did he? That’s… embarrassing."
"Not really," Jake said with a smile. "It’s kind of cute, actually. So, tell me more about yourself. What’s your major?"
As you both started talking, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You found yourselves laughing and sharing stories, and it felt like an instant spark, as if you had known each other your whole lives.
"You know," Jake said after a while, "I feel like we’ve been friends forever. This is nice."
"Yeah," you agreed, smiling. "It really is."
Over the next few weeks, your friendship with Jake grew stronger. You found yourselves hanging out more often, whether it was grabbing coffee after classes, studying together in the library, or just chatting about life.
One afternoon, as you were both sitting under a large oak tree on campus, Jake turned to you with a smile. "So, YN, tell me something I don't know about you yet."
You thought for a moment, then grinned. "I can play the guitar. Not many people know that about me."
"Really? That's awesome!" Jake exclaimed. "You have to play for me sometime."
"Only if you promise not to laugh if I mess up," you said, nudging him playfully.
"I promise," Jake said, raising his hand as if taking an oath.
Another day, you both decided to go for a hike in the nearby hills. As you reached the top, the view took your breath away. Standing side by side, you both admired the scenery in comfortable silence.
"It's beautiful up here," you said softly.
"Yeah, it is," Jake replied, looking at you instead of the view. "Thanks for suggesting this."
"No problem," you said, feeling a warm blush rise to your cheeks. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
As the days turned into weeks, Jake became a constant presence in your life. One evening, after a particularly grueling study session, Jake looked at you and said, "You know, I really appreciate having you around. You make everything more fun."
"Thanks, Jake," you replied, smiling. "I feel the same way."
One night, while sitting on a bench after a late-night coffee run, Jake turned to you with a serious expression. "YN, I've been thinking… We've become really close, and I don't want to ruin our friendship, but I feel like there's something more here. Do you feel it too?"
Your heart raced as you met his gaze. "I do, Jake. I’ve felt it for a while now."
He smiled, reaching out to take your hand. "So, what do you say we give this a shot? See where it goes?"
You squeezed his hand gently, feeling a surge of happiness. "I'd like that a lot."
From that moment on, your relationship with Jake blossomed into something even more special. The bond you shared, built on a foundation of friendship, grew stronger with each passing day.
#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen au#engene#enha#enhypen x reader#jake#jake sim#jake imagines#jake enhypen#jake sim imagines#jake sim x reader#jake x reader#sim jake#sim jaeyun#sim jaeyun imagines
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our little affair
james potter x reader — harry potter; marauders era
[gn!reader]
summary: before three months ago, you hated james potter, and everyone knew it. then everything changed. now, you’re meeting him in dark hallways and he’s leaving hickeys on your neck, and someone is going full private detective to find out just who you’re seeing.
warnings: swearing, kissing, reader and james are in love but they won’t admit it, allusions to sexual content—non-explicit.
word count: 1.2k
(it’s been a WHILE but i’m back and writing for a completely different fandom lollll anyway james has always been the loml and i think he deserves to get made out with in a hallway thank you for coming to my ted talk)
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three months. that’s how long it had taken for someone to figure out you were in love.
to be fair to lily, it had taken you around the same amount of time, and you were inside your own head, with full access to all those innocent and not-so-innocent thoughts 24/7.
it was a little stifling, how she watched you like a hawk to see who you were smiling at, glancing towards, blushing because of. and it was a little more than a little embarrassing that she’d figured you out so easily.
it was stupid, really. a hickey left slightly too high and a shirt collar dipping slightly too low while you studied. that was all it took.
“what is that?” she’d asked accusingly.
“what?” you frowned, looking up at her across the table.
“that.” she jerked her head at you, her eyes locked on your collar. “that’s a hickey.”
“no, it’s not,” you’d hissed sharply, but you’d tugged your collar up far too quickly to play it off anymore. she shot you a look, and you had to sigh. “fine. yes, it is. don’t ask who, when, where or how, please.”
“so you’re embarrassed.” she’d nodded understandingly.
your cheeks had flared red as you caught sight of james—god, james potter and his magic lips and warm hands and—stop it—over her shoulder, looking back at her before she could realise your attention had strayed. “i’m not embarrassed. it’s just… private.”
“for now or for good?”
“for now,” you’d answered like you knew for sure. in truth, you didn’t. you’d avoided talking about the whole public relationship thing with james because, well, was it even really a relationship now? could you call sneaking around and leaving secret notes and making out in secluded hallways a relationship? you really didn’t know, and you also really didn’t want to deal with it very much.
regardless, lily was obsessed. when she’d inevitably asked, claiming it was her right as your best friend to know and threaten the poor person, you’d shut her down, and she’d become a woman on a mission.
it was like she’d turned from your best friend to your bodyguard. you felt like the president of the united states, with the secret service watching your every move. it was, honestly, tiring.
it also didn’t help that james was as subtle as a gun in an echo chamber. every chance he got he was smiling over at you, slipping you notes half as sneakily as he should, winking at you across rooms and teasing you every chance he got. it wouldn’t take long, you knew that. you also knew that the moment lily found out the truth, every shred of your reputation that you’d built up over the years would crumble away.
years of hating james potter’s guts had slipped away in the blink of an eye, leaving you floundering in the deep end, and him as your dashing lifeguard, saving you easily. it was infuriating, and what was worse, was that you liked it.
you liked his lips on yours. you liked his body pinning you against a wall. you liked his touch, his smile, his voice… you liked him.
maybe you were a little embarrassed after all.
but you couldn’t even think of embarrassment when james slipped you a note with a tiny doodle of professor flitwick falling off his stack of books, and looked at you with that goofy smile that made you want to melt and then kiss him stupid. ugh, it was ridiculous.
but he was addictive, and after class when you met in the same secluded side hallway as always, and his lips found yours like they needed to be there for him to survive, and his hands were on your hips, your waist, your back, your hair… it didn’t feel so ridiculous. and suddenly you didn’t care.
he always melted into you like he’d been waiting all day for your touch. his shoulders dropped, the tension slipping away from them. a soft sigh of relaxation left him as he touched you.
and it was only you and him in the world, and it was perfect and—
“oh my god!”
james jumped away from you like he’d been burned. you covered your mouth with your hand and shook your head frantically, meeting lily’s wide eyes.
“lily, i—“
“ew, guys, really?” you thought she’d be mad that you were kissing a marauder, but she looked positively gleeful. “i knew i’d be the one to find you two!”
you and james both frowned.
“what?” he asked.
“god, marlene owes me ten galleons.” she laughed, shaking her head. “thank you, guys, really. fucking hell.”
you just stared at her with wide eyes. “you’re not upset?”
“upset?” she snorted. “babes, why would i be upset?”
“because…” you floundered for a moment, gesturing at james. “he’s a marauder.”
he snorted. “wow, thanks.”
“you know what i mean,” you scoffed.
lily laughed. “i don’t care who you make out with. i just care that you’re happy. and you’ve been happy these last few weeks since you two got together.”
“months,” you corrected absently.
“months?”
“three months and four days, to be exact,” james cut in helpfully.
lily stared at you two for a moment before shaking her head in wonder and stepping away. “wow… first of all, i’m offended you didn’t tell me. second of all… you guys have got to find a better hiding spot. everyone knows. marlene and i placed bets on who would find you guys making out first.”
you stared at her. “wait, what?”
she turned and walked down the hall. “toodles! i have to go cash in. use protection!”
and just like that, she was gone, leaving you and james standing in the hallway, confused.
“did that…?” you started, trailing off.
“yeah, i think so.” he frowned, leaning against the wall beside him. “huh. so… if everyone knows already…?”
you looked at him curiously. “what are you suggesting, potter?”
“what do you say to me asking you out? officially.” he stepped closer, fingers brushing a piece of hair out of your face.
you couldn’t stop the stupid smile from breaking onto your face. “i say yes.”
“great. that’s awesome. really.” he grinned, lips mere inches from yours. “because i’ve actually been wanting to ask you out for ages, and—“
“would you kiss me again, potter? and stop talking for once?”
“oh, yeah, right.”
and his lips were on yours again, and his hands were holding you close, and unlike every other time you’d kissed, you didn’t feel the need to hide and pull him down an abandoned hallway. actually, you felt completely fine kissing him in the middle of one of the main hallways of the school, even when footsteps entered the hall, and even when sirius black’s voice started loudly complaining at the two of you. even then, all you did was smile against james’ lips, and revel in the moment. you’d be late for your study session with your friends, but you had more important things to do.
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PAIRING :: Matt x Danielle (Reader)
WARNING :: smut, unprotected sex, backshots, ( perhaps writing errors ‼ )
SUMMARY - you go to a party, not expecting to see your ex boyfriend there. you guys end up in the same room once he sees you trying to hide from him, which leads to a intimate moment between the both of you …
✎ AUTHOR’S NOTE - this indeed is my first tumblr so it won’t be as well as any of the other ones out there and lowkey felt like making one for this MAN (he’s too majestic not to), enjoy ??
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DANIELLE’S POV ::
i wear the outfit my bestfriend made me wear to this stupid party; a lettuce bell bottom sleeved crop top, baggy jeans, sneakers to match my shirt, silver jewelry to compliment my black hair and makeup, topped off with these sunglasses that i don’t need since it is night. i walk toward the party that my bestfriend forced me to come to. i sigh before taking a few steps. there basically aren’t any lights and just led projectors, a movie playing for no reason, music blasting through speakers, then that’s when i see somebody familiar in the worst way.
there he was, matt sturniolo. he looks so good in his orange polo, white jacket, jeans and boots. he looks like a dad in a sick, yet, attractive way. i didn’t like him, in fact, i was over matthew. i roll my eyes playfully, even if he doesn’t see. i smile faintly, making my way upstairs. i take one glance back as i head up; he sees me.
in a panic, i rush to the nearest room and it was dark. i turn the lights on and see it was some guy’s room. i sit on the edge of the bed and play with ring intertwined in the necklace i had on; matt’s ring. i out my purse on and look in the mirror. suddenly, somebody knocks on the door, getting me startled.
i gulped and fix my hair, ready to leave and open the door. i walk so quickly, i run into the guy’s chest. i chuckle, “sorry, didn’t see you ther…” i get interrupted by my eyes meeting matt’s, “could this night get any more embarrassing,” i thought to myself.
he grins ear to ear, towers over me. he looks down at me and chuckles softly, “where do you think you’re going,” he questions and i look away, clearly awkward about this whole interaction. i was still the bashful kind and he wa still confident. of course, when we first met, he was shy too, but his confidence grew onto him and is why i loved him so much, but also the reason why it all ended.
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MATT’S POV ::
she looked like a dream, just like the same day we met, she looked beautiful like always. her embarrassment didn’t change one bit, she was the bashful kind when we started talking and that’s why i fell in love with her, sucks that it didn’t last, but maybe that spark can return after tonight; i got everything planned in my mind.
“i’m going to go get a drink since i walked her, moorest road is a bit far from my place so,” she gets through and tries to make her way down, but she doesn’t make a step down because I grab her wrist and pull her back into the room. she yelps and i lock the door, “are you still trying to avoid me, dani? it’s been two months since our breakup and you’ve been avoiding me at school as well. seriously what’s going on, why did this all happen,” i demand in a calm tone.
she looks away and crosses her arms. i sigh and rub my fingers against her arms and up just below her shoulders. i wanted her to know i was interested in her still and still cared a lot about her the same way i still love her. she sighs and looks me dead in the eye with her dark eyes, “because your confidence, all girls liked that and i felt insecure and needed that time to reflect on myself then be those girls who get angry at their boyfriends because of their own insecurities… i couldn’t do that to you so i ended it and focused on myself, i did it for me and it sounds selfish i know bu…”
i cut her off by crashing my lips onto hers. I don’t know why i’m doing this, but deep down, i kind of felt relieved i did because she returns the kiss. i put a hand on the back of her head and the other on her neck gently, i couldn’t be any more happier.
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DANIELLE’S POV ::
i wasn’t mad about the kiss or his touch. i actually was thinking about trying to get him back earlier that week and here i was, brushing my lips against his. i pant in between kisses and my hands go around his neck, caressing it. i pull away for a moment and his hands go to my hips, gripping it and leaning us back. he sits down on the bed and places me just on top, like a cherry on ice cream sundae.
i kiss him more gently than before, “oh matt…” i moan out loud enough so only he can hear.he pulls away enough to speak. he whispers over my lips “you don’t understand how much i missed you, dani…” a small smile plasters on his face and kisses my neck. i pant in excitement and chuckle, i loved how he called me dani while everyone called me danielle or elle.
he then grips onto my ass and i pant harder. he shuts me up with a deep kiss and unexpectedly throws me beneath him in a somewhat of a soft way. he kiss my neck and explores my curves and body with his hands, “you’re so beautiful tonight, dani…” and i grin softly. he takes off my shirt in a swift move and unclasps my bra. i take his shirt off as well and he chuckles darkly, “you like this hm,” revealing his bare chest. i nod and he manages to take off my jeans. i help him a bit, taking off my shoes.
we stand up from the bed and get completely undressed. he takes one look at my bare skin and tells me in a husky tone, “you look way too good not to fuck,” before grabs my hips and collapsing on me, landing on the bed as our lips meet again. i pant and he cups my cheek in one palm and my breast with the other. i pant and he pulls away once again, his cock grinding against just in front of my clit.
he clears his throat, “do you have one,” referring to a condom and i shake my head, “i have been on the pilll, we’ll be fine,” i respond, lying. and he nods. he adjusts himself and flips me over, bending my body and standing us both up until i was in a position for him to give me backshots. i take a deep breath, preparing myself.
he slowly enters inside me and i gasp since the first and last time i did this was over half a year ago with him. i pant as he thrust in and out of my in slow and deep pace. i pant and moan softly. he grabs my waist as he continues at this pace for a few seconds, “that’s the girl i fell in love with,” he fixes my hair and begins to pick up the pace, causing my moans to increase.
i pant and cover my mouth. he groans and buried himself in me, putting his head on my shoulder, rubbing my sides, “you like that, hm,” he asks and i moan softly, catching my breath. i nod in response before he finally pulls himself out of me with a wet pop. i collapse on the bed, exhausted and he smiles softly, “so proud of you, baby…”
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Vino Veritas - Part II
A Destination Wedding Frank x Fem!Reader Fic part 1
Attending the wedding of your ex-fiancé gets slightly better when you meet someone having just as miserable a time as you... Warnings: Nothing too serious holy shit. Cursing. Broken engagement. Nihilism, existential bullshit, copious amounts of sarcasm. Eventual nsfw, not this chapter. Pretty much in line with the movie here.
II. The Interminable Fucking Car Ride
“So…what do you do?”
“I run the marketing department for JD Power.”
“The car trophy people?”
“That’s a magazine.”
“Ah. So you’re the grand architect of big corporate’s bid to tell us what to think while slyly taking all our money.”
He snorts. “Only those who are incapable of thinking for themselves. Somehow, that doesn’t seem to apply to you.”
If you squint, that almost felt like he was paying you a compliment.
“So, what do you do?” he asks in turn.
You don’t know why you’re almost embarrassed to tell him. “I run an art gallery/gift shop on the beach in Santa Bonita.”
He blinks, those lovely dark eyes fixed on you for a moment. “Of course you do.”
“What does that mean?”
He huffs a little. It almost sounds wistful, but then he frowns, utterly fucking ruining the moment. “You just look the type.”
You’re not sure why that stings…or why you even give a fuck.
The Fucking Rehearsal Dinner
“I’ve never really understood the point of the rehearsal dinner. Is eating so hard we really have to rehearse it?”
You sense an almost twitch of the corner of Frank’s mouth. They have stuck you together at a table in the far back. The black sheep who they felt they had to invite, but didn’t really want to.
“Not to miss the opportunity to make the groom’s parents spend unnecessary money too?” Frank offers.
“Fair to spread the misery, I guess.”
“Didn’t you sue Keith over this shit?”
“My parents did. They lost thirty thousand dollars in deposits.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. No one should spend that kind of money on a wedding.”
“Strangely, I agree with you now. I didn’t know any better at the time.” You’d been so young, you could hardly even fathom how much thirty-thousand dollars was.
Your parents had been happy at the time with the prospect of marrying you off to Keith. He’d been successful, charming, and outwardly doting on you. They never really thought you had much going on your own, so they probably thought he was the best you could do. The thought still hurts, more than it should.
“I mean,” you blurt, “Did you know who you are or what you wanted when you were 20?”
“Of course not.”
“He was my whole world. When he dumped me. It...it really fucked me up.” You don't know why you're admitting this to this near total stranger. There is just something about his forthright manner that demands honesty.
“Ah well, join the club. My father tried to shoot me once, if it makes you feel any better.”
You blink. “He tried to shoot you?”
“Yes. With a gun.”
“What did you do?”
“I ran at him.”
“You ran at him? Not away from him?”
“Yeah. Well, I was pissed off. He tried to shoot me again, but I got the gun away from him and hit him with it. Broke his orbital bone. He said I was the accumulation of all his bad decisions. He started to cry and begged me to kill him. I didn’t, only because I didn’t want to fuck my whole life up. The poor bastard jumped out the seventh floor the next day.”
Before you can stop yourself you reach out to place your hand on his on the table.
Before he can stop himself, his long fingers close around yours.
This connection endures for precisely 1.5 seconds before he shakes you off.
“I’m fine.”
“I don’t think your fine.”
“Fine, I’m all fucked up, but there’s nothing I can do about it.”
You sigh, sinking down in your chair, embarrassed. Why did you touch him? What were you thinking?
“I guess we’re in the club together,” you answer miserably.
You feel him looking at you out the corner of his eye. There is a weight to this man’s gaze. It’s not unpleasant, just…you feel as though he sees everything.
“I feel like we should get at least decoder rings or something,” he grumbles.
The bride and groom make their entrance, interrupting whatever acerbic thing you were going to say next. You watch as they make their way through the crowd, basking in the glow of being the center of attention. Keith always loved that shit. You hate to admit, that his bride to be is a solid stone cold foxy 10. The kind of woman that men will trip over themselves for as they walk down the street.
You weren’t bad looking but you’d never had that kind of power.
If you wanted to trip a man, you had to do the dirty work and actually stick out your foot.
“Oh, look at us, let us presume to inconvenience you with the ostentatious display of our love,” you mock quietly in a mousy little falsetto.
It actually makes Frank laugh. At least, you think it’s a laugh. Maybe it was indigestion.
He joins in, though forgoing the funny voice, “And we’re conceited enough to think we’re actually different from the rest of the human race, and our love will last forever and ever…”
You’re enjoying this malicious bit of fun, but there is something in the way that he says it that makes you pause. “You don’t think love can ever last?” you ask.
He snorts. “Well, he doesn’t. I heard the prenup she had to sign was brutal,” he tells you.
“Poor thing.”
“You really feel sorry for her?”
“Slightly?”
“Are you going to say hello?”
You sigh. “I guess I fucking better.”
You slowly make to stand, the chair screeching under you. “Give ‘em hell, kid.”
You flip Frank the bird as you go, and hear that peculiar strangled sound that must pass for his outward expression of mirth.
Dumb ass free shit you would never do on your own
"I spoke to the bride last night."
“Indeed?”
You’ve had pedicures before, but you’ve never sprung for a professional foot massage, and you have to admit it feels pretty good. It totally surprised you to find Frank there, but he’d informed you unashamedly that he can’t resist free shit. You find that amusing, considering he’s obviously comfortable, if not outright rich.
Maybe that’s how he stays that way.
“Yes, and she told me she doesn’t mind that you’re here, and she’s not threatened by you.”
You snort at that, taking a long sip of your iced latte.
“At least, I think she meant you. She’s dumb as a box of rocks, it was hard to tell who or what she was talking about at times.”
You sigh at hearing that. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to soothe my feelings.”
It’s his turn to snort. “Merely reporting facts, I assure you. If you still feel badly about Keith and have not managed to move on to one of the other 8 billion people on this planet, then there is no helping you.”
“Is that your method for getting over a bad breakup?” He makes it sound so easy, you cannot help but roll your eyes at him.
“No, I have opted out of that shit show. It makes me uniquely qualified to offer comment on your own situation.”
You tilt you head in confusion, looking over at him. “You’ve…opted out of what? Dating? Romance? Marriage?”
“All of the above. It never ends well, as I have learned from watching my mother’s train wreck of a life as she blithely stumbled between marriages and boyfriends and suitors.”
“That’s so sad,” you blurt before you can stop yourself.
If you hadn’t already started to learn this man’s gestures, you would have missed the way he stiffened slightly, staring fixedly down at his feet.
“How many times have you been in love?” he asks.
You think about it, and regret the answer. “Just the once.” With Keith, the asshole. Any one who came after didn’t have much luck getting over the wall you built to protect yourself from another heartbreak.
He looks at you then, and you are pinned by those chocolate brown eyes, that for once seem earnest rather than annoyed. “What’s it like?”
The fact that this man, who is at least ten if not fifteen years your elder, is asking you tears your heart into little bits of confetti.
“It’s like going insane,” you answer truthfully, and he looks back down, frowning.
“I thought so.”
***
You are standing in your inflatable body bumpers together on the sidelines, declining to partake in this insane sport, content to watch the others attempt to inflict cervical injuries on themselves and others.
The question is eating at you, and you decide what the hell. What’s he going to do? Be mean to you?
“So, you’ve never been in love?”
“I don’t think so,” he answers, frowning, though it’s the same frown he’s been wearing for the past hour watching the idiots running around the field.
“Believe me, you would know.”
“Do insane people know they’re insane?”
“Ok, maybe that was a bad comparison. It’s…total surrender.”
“Wow, you’re really talking it up.”
“It is though. You have these special feelings for a person, and you just know whatever they do to you, it won’t matter, because you’ll still care for them.”
“It doesn’t matter, until it does matter.”
“Some people have higher tolerances for pain than others.”
“If you loved Keith you could probably take a Caesar-style stabbing without flinching.”
You’re not sure how exactly to respond to that.
“At any rate. I prefer to avoid pain rather than withstand it. My parents inflicted quite enough. No need to spread it around.”
“Alright, I get it that your parents sufficiently traumatized you, with the failed marriages and the…shooting thing. But doesn’t there come a point where you have to let it go and rise above it?”
“I don’t see any reason to.”
“Think about all your missing out on though.”
“What exactly is that?”
“You know…human connection. The things that make life worth living.”
“Jesus, are you sure you don’t work for Hallmark?”
“Positive.”
“I bet you sell rocks in your shop that have inspirational words carved in them.”
“Of course I do. The markup on those things is astronomical.”
You see him smirk out the corner of his eye.
“I bet you also sell little statues of big-eyed children slinging bible verses.”
“Ohhh, now those are fighting words, sir.” You bump him lightly with your inflatable tutu, making him shuffle a step. For a fleeting moment, you catch a hint of a smile, and it feels like a resounding victory.
Feeling bold, you fix him with an earnest stare. “You claim you’ve opted out of this mess. But what if you meet someone you really like?”
“Then I should probably run swiftly in the opposite direction,” he says, paying you a side-eyed look.
Five minutes later, he does quit the field, though he doesn’t quite run from it. You tell your self that it’s just a coincidence, and that he was just done standing in a polyvinyl orb in this heat.
But deep down…there is the tiniest kindling of something in your heart, and you know you should kick dirt over that shit and stomp on it.
You don’t, and you carry a ridiculous little light feeling with you as you return to the hotel.
It feels like you swallowed a butterfly.
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start over
fluff, strangers to ?
Ending a relationship is always difficult, especially when it has lasted for years to the point of becoming an engagement. It was painful what you went through, but now it was time to start over, to take some time to rediscover yourself.
That's how you decided to take a solo trip to a paradisiacal place. You weren't the kind of person who liked beaches, spending the day under the sun, but you felt it was necessary to have a new experience. You were at this hotel by the sea, where everyone said it had the best sunset view in the whole city. You had arrived and settled at one of the tables about an hour before the sun was supposed to set, as you had heard it would happen at 6:20 PM.
You ordered a beer, took a book out of your bag, and looked around, seeing everyone busy taking photos to update their social media. Actually, almost everyone. Your eyes fixed on a man who was sitting alone a couple of tables away from you. He was wearing sunglasses and drinking white wine. The wind seemed like a paid actor gently swaying his black hair. The open buttons of his shirt revealing a bit of his tattoo added the perfect touch to make him extremely attractive.
Yes, he was definitely the most attractive stranger you had ever seen.
You realized you were staring at him for too long when he looked in your direction, as if he felt he was being watched. You quickly looked back at your book to hide how embarrassed you were at being caught and missed seeing the smile on his face.
A few minutes later, when you were truly focused on the pages of your book, you felt a presence beside you and were surprised to see the man standing there, very close to you, holding his wine glass.
“Excuse me, may I sit here?” he said with a charming smile. You just gestured towards the chair next to you, closing your book and placing it on the table. As he sat down, he asked, “Sorry, but I’m curious to know how such a beautiful woman is here alone reading a romance novel in this wonderful place.”
You laughed at the man’s comment, then took a sip of your beer and replied. “First, thank you for the compliment.” He raised his glass as if toasting to the wind. “Second, this was the best way I found to wait for the sunset, but I guess now I’ll have to change my plans a bit.” You mimicked his gesture, making him smile.
“Sorry for the lack of manners, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Johnny.” He extended his hand and you shook it, introducing yourself as well. “I found it interesting that you’re here and not taking photos.” He pointed to the other people who were doing just that.
“I’ll leave the photos for later. But what about you, what brings you here?”
Johnny explained that he was a DJ and had played at a party nearby the previous night, but wanted to stay a few more days to rest and enjoy the city. When he asked why you were traveling alone, you thought about telling him what had happened, but it was better to forget about it.
“Let’s just say I want a fresh start. But let’s save that conversation for another time.”
“So, we’ll meet again?” Johnny said in a flirtatious tone and all you could do was laugh at his attempt to flirt with you.
“Well, we’re staying at the same hotel, we’ll be here for a few more days, so we’ll run into each other.”
“Perfect.”
The conversation lasted for a while and you were surprised by the chemistry between you two. You talked about everything; Johnny shared his preference for drinking white wine during the day and red wine at night because, according to him, they matched the vibe. You said that even though you loved wine, you didn’t know much about it and preferred to drink beer on a hot day like this one. You spent the rest of the afternoon laughing, sharing some stories, and when he was about to tell you one of his travel adventures, you noticed the sun beginning to set.
You asked him to help take some photos of you and you did the same for him. Then you both stayed there, watching the sun disappear into the vastness of the water, enjoying each other's company.
“This is one of the most beautiful things I've seen,” you said, sighing, still with your eyes fixed on the horizon.
“I agree, it’s really beautiful.”
When you turned to Johnny, his eyes were fixed on you and it was the first time you looked directly into his honey-colored eyes. You felt him getting closer, your breaths mingled, and when your noses touched, reality hit and you quickly pulled away from him.
“Sorry, we just met, but I found you so interesting that—”
“Calm down, Johnny, it’s okay. I’m not angry or anything, I’m just… not ready. I’ll explain later.”
“Is that one of the reasons you’re here?”
You just nodded. Then he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and gently held your chin, making you look into his eyes once more.
“It’s okay, I won’t pressure you into anything. But, would you do me the honor of having dinner with me tomorrow?”
“Like, a date?”
“Like a date.”
You laughed again at how comfortable he made you feel.
“Alright, I accept. That way you can properly explain to me how red wine matches the nighttime vibe.”
It had been days since you had a great time as much as you did that afternoon.
You were ready to start over alone, but, on second thought, it would be more fun if this new beginning happened alongside an attractive stranger during beautiful summer days.
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