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norrisleclercf1 · 21 days

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Can I has Mafia!Jenson x assistant!reader where she wears the body jewellery to a dinner of some sorts, or like an event, and Jenson is just completely speechless? They're in that weird cat and mouse game still where they both know the other has feelings but are too scared to admit their own but Jenson would kill whoever looks at her 👐🏼

A/N: HEHEHE

"I am, not wearing that."

Lewis snaps his fan closed and groans, cracking his neck as he glares at you. "Yes the fuck you are, now, go change." He pats your ass and throws you into the changing room. You turn quick and pull at the handle and groan when you realize the bastard locked it from the outside.

"I'll just stay in here!" You yell, a snort echos, as Lewis's boots click on the floor. "Fine you can stay in there, but Jenson will come in here, now wither I open the door with you dressed or naked, is your choice." Biting down hard, your jaw aches from the threat, blowing air out as you take a moment to calm down.

"I hate you!" "No you don't,"

Groaning, you hate that Lewis was right, you could never hate your best friend. Looking at the outfit you groan and quickly undress.

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"Goddamn, even I'd fuck you." Blushing at the words, Lewis smiles as he walks around you. Wearing black stilettos, a skin tight black dress that had a deep cut V that went down to your naval, your breasts holding perfectly it looked sinful, it had slits on either side that went up to the curves of your hip bones, you'd keep to yourself you weren't wearing any panties. But the silent killer, was this small but noticeable gold chain that layed on your sternum, but broke off at the end and wrapped under your breasts. It had gorgeous little pearls that adorned your skin, it looked classy yet a little hint of seduction. Lewis loved it.

"Well, okay," Lewis takes a breath and fixes his pants which has you slapping his shoulder but you both giggle, leaning in he kisses your cheek and brings you over to do a smokey eye and paint your lips a deep wine red. "Thank you," You whisper, feeling confident.

You might work for Jenson Button, one of the feared men in the Mafia world and even made him fall to is knees, but even you needed to feel pretty once in a while, and Lewis was always happy to dress you up. "For you," He whispers and kisses your cheeks.

"I have to go," You sigh, not wanting to head to this meeting. Jenson had asked you to come with and Lewis decided to make you gorgeous and confident and have all the men eating out of your hand.

And damn did he succeed.

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Climbing out of the car you say thank you and hold your little clutch and walk inside to the dark little restaurant. You didn't know where Jenson and the other men where, looking around for them.

Jenson was going to murder Lewis. He was going to kill him and maybe torture him, but he was going to do something to the man. Because explain to him, why he gorgeous, sweet, somewhat shy, and brilliant assistant was currently wearing a dress that was begging Jenson to fuck her in.

Biting his lip he groans, seeing you in that dress should be illegal and the fact he now had business partners here, to see you in this dress. He was going to rip their fucking eyes out. Seeing you look around lost and confused made his blood bump so hard he could hear it in his ears. "Excuse me," He slides out of the booth and walks up behind you, and feels his pants get even tighter seeing the finer details of the dress.

God he wanted to take his hand and reach into the slits of the dress and grab your ass pulling you close, having you sit on his lap and feel him grow hard underneath you. He wanted to slide the long sleeves off your shoulders and watch as you bounce, the body jewelry teasing him and god, he was going to come right here. "Y/n," You jump, and he has to control himself from wrapping his arms around your waist.

"God, Mr. Button, scared me." You blush seeing the way he was eating you alive. "I'm sorry, but...what are you wearing?" He steps closer to you. Body tensing you hate the way you lean forward, craving the warmth and the scent of his cologne wrapped around you.

"Lewis designed it for me," You whisper, as the two of you lean in closer, craning your neck to look up at him, as he looks down at you. "Come home wit-" "Mr. Button, you're table is ready for your orders," The two of you jump back as the waitress smiles, seeming somewhat annoyed and you blush looking away.

"Let's go," He whispers, and holds out his arm, which you gratefully take as he leads you to the table and stops. "Fuck, I can't." He moves to stand in front of you and shrugs his suit jacket off and laying in on your shoulders, covering your body, his hands tighten on the collar and pulls you in.

"Only I can see you like this, understand? Only me," He whispers, leaning in and you have the urge to lean in just a little bit, he smiles and bumps your forehead and moves away. "If they stare at you to long and make you uncomfortable, squeeze my thigh twice and I'll blow their fucking heads off," You nod, getting a smile from him, "Good girl."

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hwangism143 · 19 days

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𓆩♡𓆪 how skz would propose to you. 𓆩♡𓆪

BANG CHAN

he would invite you over (or sneak, i should say) to the studio for a date cuz you both do this all the time

sometimes, he plays you snippets of songs he's working on, other times, you're just talking the night away while getting some work done

anyways, today he's playing you one of his songs

you're just completely immersed in the music and when it ends the lingering feeling of wanting more is left behind

how could it not? the song was about spending an eternity with you

you're about to turn around and profess your love for chan for the millionth time when you see him

he's on one knee and lets out a choked, "i meant everything in that song. i didn't know what love was before i met you, but you have shown me love and so much more. marry me?"

ofc you say yes (i mean, i would) and just end up falling asleep on his couch

LEE MINHO

you guys go to your favorite cat cafe, and bring the kids (cats?) along with you too

suddenly, soonie comes along with a note stuck to her back - "will you be our parent? i mean, for real?"

you look at minho who's playing with the cats on the other side of the room, confused, but he doesn't see you

(actually, he's blushing like crazy and is too scared to make eye contact lmao)

that is until you walk over to him and give him a nudge

he's beaming at you (this boy istg) and gets down on one knee

"we can't let our kids be a part of a dysfunctional family. they another parent, and they love having you around. actually, no, they love you. and they wanna grow old with you. so. will you, uhm, marry me? their father?"

(pls im giggling at this myself)

SEO CHANGBIN

you guys are out on a date at a fancy restaurant and changbin's acting extra giggly

now mind you, this is seo changbin. extra giggly is far more than what you would imagine

you're finally done eating and slump against your chair when the server brings another plate of food

you look at changbin with a "bro. i'm full." but the bro in question is just looking at you.

you look down at the tray placed in front of you.

"will you marry me?" it says with a ring in the middle?

"be my permanent gym partner?" asks changbin hopefully

and you say yes (bcuz who in their right mind wouldn't ???)

HWANG HYUNJIN

we all know how extra this man is, so when he insists that you two go to the bookshop where you first met, you don't protest

you're scanning the bookshelf, reminiscing about how you both bonded over monet and jane austen at this very shop

then you here a little gasp in front of you

naturally, your first instinct is to turn around and check on hyunjin

and he is down on one knee, a sobbing mess (but still cute, y'know)

"you have, and always will be my muse," he says, "so will you make me the happiest man alive and do me the honor of being your husband?"

he slides the ring onto your finger and pulls you into a hug and you're both crying and laughing and

(i'm sorry this is so cute, goodbye)

HAN JISUNG

you had made up your mind - is jisung wasn't going to propose to you, you would propose to him

(get it, queen or king or gender non-identifying reader!)

and so you're on your rooftop building when he goes "i need to tell you something" and funnily enough, so do you

(i wonder what that's about... hehehe)

after a series of 'you first', 'no you'. jisung admits defeat and slides you over the ring box

wordlessly, you slide over your box

the two of you just start laughing because, idiots in love

and then you squish jisung and start peppering him with kisses

LEE FELIX

it's a beach date!

absolutely perfect, all complete with bokkie's brownies

but felix is acting kinda nervous.

(and by nervous i mean his face is beet red and he's stuttering like crazy)

(what can you say, my boy is in love)

you're eating the last brownie when he says "close you eyes"

you do and you hear some shuffling.

you open your eyes to a sniffling felix propped up on one knee. "can I be your personal brownie chef for the rest of forever?"

who can say no to an offer like that?

KIM SEUNGMIN

you both were coming home from one of your numerous dates

it was the perfect night to be walking outside, but seungmin seemed really shifty

he was NOT enjoying himself

"are you cheating on me?" you ask jokingly

"far from it actually," he retorts, suddenly letting go of your hand.

you turn to find him in the middle of the street with a ring in his hand

"marry me. will you? please? i've had this ring with me for months and i didn't know when to propose but now i know, well like i always knew-"

you promptly shut him up with a kiss and a breathless yes

YANG JEONGIN

nothing was going according to plan for innie. you spent too much time picking an ice cream flavor and he knew that he was spending too much time at this clothing store

but they just got a new collection

and so he waits until you both are done so that he can take you to that really drmamtic fountain in front of the mall and propose to you

but watching you pick out your clothes, he realizes he wants to do this for the rest of forever

so this man promptly plops down on one knee in the middle of a department store and screams, "WILL YOU MARRY ME AND BE MY SHOPPING BUDDY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE? WE CAN BE EACH OTHERS PROBLEMS"

you just look at him confused holding up a t-shirt, "UH OKAY I'LL MARRY YOU AND WE CAN BE EACH OTHERS PROBLEMS"

you both are so loud that you nearly get kicked

(later he makes you buy him ice cream because he's a baby who's done a good job and deserves a reward)

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sweatervest-obsessed · 2 months

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okay so i'm thinking post!prison reid and reader break up bc he's not ready to be in a relationship after everything that happened in prison. they just don't get back together bc when spence is finally ready it's been a while and they both think it's too late and no one makes a move and they remain as friends UNTIL jj's love confession brings some feelings back onto the surface - reader finds out about it and (cue jeid and their weird, longing glances🥲) has a whole it's all really over moment and then there's distance between her and spencer until there's a confrontation about it and BAM a love confession and second chances😁😁

THIS IS SUCH A MESS but i hope you get my point</33

Um yeah so, absolutely. Some angst for you indeed. I love a convoluted and angsty fight, especially whenever someone is arguing in circles with someone else because they're both just so passionate but angry, anyways, heheh, enjoy!!

WC: 1.5k

TW: Arguing, mentions of violence, mentions of prison, mentions of guns, honestly if you watched CM then that is your TW.

“I just want to know why you’ve been so distant lately. I mean, this is the first time I’m speaking with you one on one in over a week, and it’s because I manage to catch you in the office at nine fucking pm Y/n.”

"So what do you want me to say, Spence? What could I possibly have to say to you? I'm pretty sure Jennifer said everything there is to say."

This caused Spencer to lose all of the oxygen in his body. It froze up. You weren’t supposed to know what JJ had said, no one was supposed to know what JJ had said.

You and Spencer were in the bullpen of the BAU. Luckily for both of you, since it was so late, no one else was there. Neither of you were extremely public when it came to your relationship, which meant neither of you would have chosen to have this conversation fight in a public place, but no one else was around.

I want you to say something you're afraid to say. Something you'd never tell anybody. And you better make it good. Cause if it's not, it's going to be the last thing you ever say. What's it gonna be?

“How did you know about that?” He whispered.

“JJ asked Garcia to go through the footage, apparently she wanted to make sure no one could ever access the audio from it.”

"Y/n I--" Spencer closed his eyes, his jaw set. He didn’t even know what to say at this point. You had both clearly made up your minds about this, yet neither of you wanted to see the carnage, the outcome of it all. So, instead, you chose to stand in the middle of the bullpen, fighting against one another.

Fighting for one another.

"I just don't understand why you're so upset about this."

“Spencer–you didn’t even tell me about it, I had to find out about it from Penelope, and who knows who else she told. You were afraid to tell me, yet that giant genius brain of yours can’t, oh I don't know, comprehend just a teeny tiny little bit why this makes me upset?" For the millionth time this evening, you scoffed.

Something you would never say aloud, not even to your partner. Your deepest, darkest secret. Impress me, or I'll kill him.

"Y/n--"

Spence, I've always loved you. I was just too scared to say it before, and now things are really just too complicated to say it now. I'm sorry, but you should know.

"Fuck Spencer I have been in love with you since I first fucking joined this team." You gasped out. The air around your head got thinner and felt dizzying like you were floating through the air now that this was off your chest. "And I loved you when you asked me on a date. I loved you through Emily's death. I loved you when you asked me to move in with you. I loved you through when Morgan left the team. I loved you through Hotch leaving. I loved you through fucking Cat Adams. I loved you even after I came home one night and you were making out with her against our fucking door. I loved you through every single case and every single flaw. I loved you when you fucking relapsed a few years ago. I even loved you when you went MIA for weeks and then found out you were in a fucking Prison. And I still fucking love you now. But, instead of being together, you asked for a break."

"That's not fair..." He whispered.

"What? Respecting you and your boundaries? Knowing that you needed time to readjust after you had been released, and believing in your promise that once you felt ready to try a relationship again you'd come to me and talk to me about it? And then watching as you fall for JJ all fucking over again? With your stupid fucking glances. This isn't a goddamn tv show Reid, I can see when you both stare at one another across the room, I can see it."

"We don't.."

"You do. You both do. And then, you tell me that Jennifer fucking Jareau is willing to make her last words the fact that she has always loved you and has always been in love with you, and you---" Your voice froze, the sound cutting out. You looked straight at Spencer, not caring about the tears running down your cheeks. You watched as his hand twitched up. When the two of you were dating, Spencer used to wipe away every single of your tears. But now he wouldn't even lift his hand.

"I--what."

You took another breath, trying to calm down, and really think through your words. "This woman who has been your best friend for over a decade just fucking confessed her love for you, in a life-or-death situation, and you're telling me, that she just fucking made it up, pulled it out of her ass, or at least is telling you that she did and now the two of you are going to act like everything is normal and okay?"

"Y/n..."

"You were in love with her for years Spencer. And now, all of a sudden she confesses her love to you, and that changes nothing?"

"No, Y/n, it doesn't. It changes nothing. Does it hurt a bit? Yes. Does it change the fact that I love you? No." Spencer was trying to keep his voice level, hoping you'll continue to match his volume since he didn't want anyone to potentially stumble by and hear your argument. His hand reached for your wrist, but you couldn't bear to feel his skin against yours.

This caused you to let out a water laugh, tears sliding into your mouth, ugly but pouring down your cheeks. A waterfall of grief in all of its rawest forms.

"You still love me."

"Why-Why is that funny."

"I have been waiting to hear those words since you walked out of that fucking prison and the first time I hear it in years, it's because you're trying to justify loving someone else."

"That's not true."

Make it a million and one, you scoffed.

"I have loved you since the moment you first walked through those doors. You were in a pale blue pair of pants, and a black sweater--I remember it because Emily complimented the pants. I spend my whole life loving you and manage to never fully give you every single piece of love I have because there's simply not enough time in the world. I would kill for you. I would go to prison all over again if it meant you would be okay in this world." Spencer ran a hand through his hair, his voice strained. But his eyes never left yours. "Last week, when that unsub had his gun against your head, I fired before he even spoke, not because I assessed it was the right time or whatever fucking excuse I gave to Emily. I fired that bullet because if you died in front of me, I'd......The only thing I was thinking about the entire fucking time JJ and I were stuck in that room was how the fuck I was going to be able to tell you I love you one last time because I wasn't fucking smart enough to take my chance and say it to you every single day."

Your chest was heaving, but you didn't move towards him. It didn't feel right, it didn't feel real.

Spencer was able to take your hand in his, enclosing it between both of his, trying to get you to look at him. "I should have told you the moment I was ready to try a relationship again, but I thought you...I thought you had moved on because I wasn't worth waiting for."

This caused you to laugh again, eyes red from crying. "Don't fucking start with that shit Spencer.''

"I'm telling the god's honest truth."

"I waited for you throughout all of Prison. I waited for you through Maeve. I am still pathetically standing right fucking in front of you, waiting for you to hopefully realize that you still love me."

He kissed your hand. "And I don't deserve you at all for it."

"Do you still love her?"

"Y/n."

"Answer the question, Spencer. Or I'm done. I-I can't do this any longer, watching you....the way she looks at you just--"

Spencer pulled you into his arms, enclosing your body in his arms and kissing the side of your head. "I have always, and will always, love you Y/n Y/l/n. And I want to spend the rest of our lives proving to you that I would choose you, I want you, over and over again."

“That’s not an answer Spencer.” You whispered, rigid in his arms.

“I-I.” He closed his eyes. “I did. And I still do love her, but not like that. I haven’t been i-in love with her since the moment you walked through those doors.”

Spencer felt the weight of your head against his shoulder as you finally conceded and hugged him back, tightly. “Let's go home.” He muttered into your head, waiting patiently for you to hum in agreement.

Neither of you moved though. You both stood there, locked eternally in the other’s embrace, enjoying the peace you felt for the moment, even though tomorrow was a new day, where you would have to sort through how you really felt about all of this.

But tonight, you stood with your arms around your love, forever.

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basilpaste · 2 months

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Bathroom Event: Mirabelle + Siffrin

"Siffrin!!"

You hear someone jump.

"Oh! Uh. Hi, Mira."

"…Oops. I didn't mean to scare you…"

"No no! You… you didn't scare me, Mira. I wasn't paying attention."

Mira huffs, "I came from the wrong side! Maybe I'm getting as quiet when I move as you are, hehe."

"… Am I really that quiet?" Sif asks.

"Um!" Mira pauses, "Maybe a little? It's like… a cat!"

"A cat?!"

"Heheh."

Both of them are quiet for a long moment. Neither of them seem to know what to say. You hold your breath.

Eventually, Sif speaks back up, "Mira?"

"Yeah?"

"Um… could I have a hug?"

Oh.

"Huh?!"

"Wh-what?? Did I say something wrong?"

"No! No, Siffrin, it's nothing like that. I'm just… surprised?"

"Why?"

Mira lets out a soft hum, "You don't really like touch, do you?"

Siffrin goes… quiet. Painfully quiet. You think you could hear one of the pins from their cloak fall from all the way in the stall.

"Oh. Um…" He cuts himself off, "I mean! Hahah!! Yeah, uh! That was a stupid question! What an embraceing thing to say!"

"Siffrin!" She hisses at the pun. Then pauses. "Are you… sure? Because if you want a hug um… I think maybe I need one, too?"

"Oh."

"Oh??"

"Okay, then." They whisper, so quiet you can barely hear.

You hear the gentle rustle of fabric. The telltale sound of Sif flinching away from touch. More fabric rustling to show that they pulled back in. You hear Mira take a shaky breath and Sif try to do the same. Your breath feels caught.

"Siffrin…" She trails off, "Have you ever hugged someone before?"

He flusters, "Um!!"

"I'm! Kidding. But you're very stiff. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes." Sif breathes out, almost desperately.

"Okay."

"… Thank you, Mira."

"Of course, Siffrin."

…….

You wait a long time before leaving the bathroom.

#isat #isat spoilers #in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #isat fanfic #mirabelle isat #siffrin isat #of stitches in sequence #basil writes #queue that i sometimes use #this post has been queued in solidarity with the blackout. it is the first one (but not the last im sure) that ive queued for the 3rd.

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blue--ingenue · 10 months

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soft!sebastian headcannons - part 3

Author's Note: as promised, soft!seb headcannons. i'm honestly having a great time writing these, so i'll keep em coming as long as people are interested in reading them :) might make the Christmas hc into a mini-fic at some point, we'll see hehehe

you’ve both agreed not to speak to each other after a fight until you’ve both calmed down. if he can’t talk to you he’ll huff and perform little acts of service. he notices you’re running out of ink, and the next day at your first class you sit at your usual seat to find a fresh pot of jet-black ink

will whine if he thinks you’re not giving him enough attention (usually while studying). acts like a cat (slowly nudging your textbook closer to the edge of the table until you’re forced to snatch it from him, comes up behind you and resting his chin on your head while you’re reading)

HEAVY sleeper. between his packed class schedule and quidditch practice, boy is exhausted. someone could cast confringo next to his pillow and the most he’d do is roll to the other side of the bed. Ominis once levitated an entire stack of books and dropped them on the floor next to his nightstand to test this. he didn’t even stir

if you share a bed he 100% tries to pull you back in every time you try to get up. will roll on top of you and refuse to move. he’s also not above feigning sleep if it means you’re more likely to stay in bed with him

fidgets a lot. twirls his wand during lectures, definitely plays with your hair if you’re sitting next to him. either paces while reading or switches spots every few minutes. every time you enter the common room he’s curled up on a different couch or settee

his socks are always mismatched. he reasons that nobody will notice so he doesn’t see the point in properly pairing them. the only time you’ve seen him in matching socks was on your first date. he nicked a pair from Ominis’ drawer but of course his friend noticed. the Gaunt boy hid a non-venomous snake in his sock drawer and used parseltongue to command it to scare the daylights out of Sebastian. he still refuses to pair his socks, but has vowed to steer clear of Ominis’ dresser

used to dread Christmas because it hurts to remember the happiest times before the death of his parents. you, Ominis, and Anne decide to help him make new holiday memories to cherish. you all decide to stay at the castle for the holidays. you spend most of the day outside, playing in the snow. to your surprise, Ominis is the one to throw the first snowball. after it hits Sebastian square in the back of the head feigns innocence and blames Anne. Anne levitates a pile of snow to fall directly on top of him in retaliation and so commences a vicious snowball fight

at one point he intercepts a snowball that was meant for you. he pretends like he’s been mortally wounded, falling to the ground for dramatic effect

(boy is shameless and will do anything to have you fuss over him)

says he has a surprise for you and leads you to a pile of pumpkin-sized snowballs. he flicks his wand in their direction and they animate themselves into puffskeins, jumping around you and puffing out into clouds of snow as soon as they make contact with you

(it took him a week to learn the spell, but it’s worth it to hear you giggle under a mountain of snow-puffskeins)

on Christmas eve he holds you in his arms as you fall asleep in front of the crackling common room fireplace. doesn’t want to disturb your sleep, so he levitates a blanket over the both of you and tucks in for the night

#sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #anne sallow #ominis gaunt x anne sallow #fluff #angst #soft!sebastian sallow

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lil-elle · 5 months

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I loved your boynextdoor as classmates headcanon !! can u request boynextdoor as your literal neighbour's?? tyty

YESSS of coursee heheh

BOYNEXTDOOR as your Neighbour

pairs: neighbour!bnd x gn!reader

genre: boy next door (fitting), neighbours au, fluff

word count: 632

content: fluffy bestie neighbour behaviour

a/n: it is nice having a lil break from xikers even if they are my ult group ♡

Jaehyun:

The friendly one, brought you home made pastries when you first moved in

Talks to you whenever he sees you on the street and invites you over to hang out a lot

Leaves little notes in your mailbox despite the fact he lives right next door (and probably has your phone number)

House sits when you're gone, sending you pics of your cat/dog with the caption “He/she misses you :(”

If your bedroom windows face each other he'd paste pieces of paper to his window saying “Good Morning!” every morning

Sungho:

Mows his lawn at 6am (I'm sorry sungho stans 💀)

He's always out early in the morning to go to the gym or run errands

Would be outside washing his car one day and he- um he uh- um- he 😳😳 let's just hope he wouldn't do it in a crop top (he would)

Hosts any neighbourhood gatherings like a potluck or a new year's party we'd he'd set off fireworks

Would accidentally walk in front of his bedroom window in just a towel and you'd see him from your window, eyes wide until he quickly pulls the curtain shut in embarrassment

Riwoo:

The neighbour that always gets noise complaints like crazy

Has parties in his backyard on the weekend and invited anyone and everyone (including you as his neighbour)

Throws pebbles at your window when he wants your attention even if he knows it annoys you

Always forgets to put his rubbish bins out so his trash piles up until you just do it for him

A ding-dong ditcher, leaves a note on your door asking you to hang out, rings the doorbell and runs away because he's scared to see your reaction

Taesan:

Not a very sociable neighbour, you'd only see him every so often at the grocery store or getting his mail

You'd hear loud cursing coming from on his house and be very concerned but it's actually just because he stubbed his toe or something

You'd knock on his door to bring him gift or something like a house-warming gift and he'd answer in his pyjamas and slippers with messy hair

The type to always be in pyjamas at home no matter what time it is, only gets dressed up to go out because he just wants to be comfortable

Would drive kids on Halloween away from his house with scary decorations and if they still come up to the door, he'd put a scary mask on and scare them away

Leehan:

Timidly introduces himself to you when you first move in

If he goes away, he'd ask you to take care of his fish while he's gone, giving you a super long list of all the things you need to do with strict schedules and instructions

The type to leave flowers on your doorstep as a birthday gift or house-warming gift or just because he wants to (teehee he has a crush on youuu)

Would have pretty flower beds and prune his garden really nice, he'd end up showing up everyone else in the neighbourhood

Gets really into decorating for Halloween and Christmas, having the best decorations every year

Woonhak:

Your classmate who you always knew lived right next to you because you walked the same way home everyday and watched him enter his house

Once he noticed you lived next to each other, he'd always want to walk to and from school with you everyday

Would always want to work with you for group projects or study together just because you live so close

You two would end up using the others house as much as you use your own, being in his house all day one day, and yours all day the next

Basically you'd be inseparable best friends

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

TAGLIST:

@hyunromi @minjaezed @ihyeokzu @cake1box

#boynextdoor #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor fluff #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor fanfic #boynextdoor drabbles

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lewkwoodnco · 3 months

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Ok would you consider writing more for George?? (shamelessly on an Ali kick atm if you couldn’t tell, this is @bobbys-not-that-small). If I was in the LnCo universe I think I’d be a librarian with little or no talent because I’m too jumpy and scared to be an agent. I’d wanna be a librarian who sometimes bends the rules for the agents who stay really late researching by bringing them a cup of tea or a snack 😊

After Hours - George Karim x Reader

"Did-did you just...spritz me? Like a cat?"

"Yes. Now shoo."

He stared at the colourful mosaic of water droplets coating his lenses stubbornly. She wasn't about to get rid of him that easily.

"Actually, I quite liked that."

a/n: asjfhfjlfh thank youuu to @bobbys-not-that-small for helping me get out of my writing slump!! this palate cleanser was exactly what I needed <3 decided to try smth new with the presentation of my fics wooooo but am having issues with the keep reading divider so this might be a little inconvenient to scroll past :( alsoooo may have gotten a little carried away here hehehe woops

warnings/tropes: snippy George (is there rlly any other kind tho) needs his biscuits, mild angst, happy ending, slight enemies to almost-lovers, fluff!

word count: 2.7k

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Lockwood was standing over the kettle in the kitchen, half-asleep. Lockwood & Co.’s latest case was a bit more complex than they were used to, which meant that George needed a few extra days to properly research it. That meant that his and Lucy’s sleep schedule had started to settle down into one that was more typical - one where Lockwood was struggling to stifle his yawns in the middle of the night.

He hears some sounds coming from the hallway, and registers them half a second later. He picks up the nearest weapon he can find, a whisk, and tries to call out to the intruder, but his throat is so dry it’s more of a wheeze. The kitchen door inches open, and Lockwood poises to attack, before he pauses and squints at the figure in the doorway.

“George?”

George walks in, putting down his bag and jacket on one of the dining table chairs. “Thought you’d be asleep, Locky.”

“What’s this, a midnight stroll?”

“Sure.”

Lockwood blinked at the kitchen clock blearily. “It’s a hour to dawn.” As George shuffles about the kitchen, fixing his own cup of tea, a thought flits through his sleep-addled brain. “Hang on.” He opens his eyes even further, taking in how fully dressed George is, and starts putting two and two together. “Don’t tell me you’ve only just returned from the Archives.”

“Your hand’s in the milk jug. Again.”

Lockwood glances down and swears. George slips out of the kitchen with Lockwood's tea and biscuit, and he's just awake enough to notice.

“Hey, hey, it’s not your turn on the biscuit roster!”

But George was too content to care much about that. He had finally gotten a satisfactory day's worth of research which quelled the buzzing in his brain, if only for a couple of hours. As he settled into bed, his thoughts wandered to the librarian from earlier.

He had been so engrossed in his reading that he didn't notice anyone was standing over him until the sharp tap on his shoulder. When he did look up, he flinched terribly from the shock. In all fairness, she had been extremely apologetic.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to let you know that we're closing soon."

George slowly scanned the library, only just realising that the Archives had completely emptied. It was just the two of them and their voices echoing up to the high ceilings of the room. He half-formulated a response for a moment, but then realised this was his ideal situation, and turned back to his book.

There was another insistent tap on his shoulder and he glanced up to see a firmer set to the librarian's features.

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear enough just now. We're closed."

"Okay," he murmured, still half-absorbed in his book. She sighed exasperatedly.

"Look, Mr. ..." she trailed off, and George stared back at her unhelpfully. She spied his name scrawled at the top of his notes, which he was too slow to shift out of sight. "...Karim."

"You're good at reading upside down."

"Thank you, it's one of my many talents. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I still have to ask you to leave."

"What if I said you were really good at reading upside down?"

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Mr. Karim."

"Please, you don't need to address me by my surname." If the reddening of her face was any indication, he was right in guessing that he hadn't been able to snag his first name from the sheet.

"...I'm good, but not that good. My point, Mr. Karim, is that you have to leave."

He hummed noncommitally. She frowned. “Now you’re just being mean.”

George fought the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes.

“What can I say? You make it so easy.”

"I'll let you borrow an extra book."

"Hmm."

"Two extra books."

After that, they went around in circles for a while, before she stormed of. As the sun continued to set, she started switching off the lights. Even in the dark, he could feel her eyes burning into the back of his skull. He pulled out a few candles and lit them, just in time to illuminate her scowl as she irritatedly walked past him. She returned from her desk a moment later, her face stony.

"I'll ban you from the library if you don't leave right now."

"By all means." Her mouth shrivelled like she had just tasted something bitter, and he knew he had called her on her bluff.

"I'll revoke your borrowing privileges."

"Yes, because not letting me take books home is exactly how you'd get me to leave the library."

"I'll...I'll set the fantasy section visitor on you."

He didn't even look up from his book. "Give him my regards."

He paid dearly for his tongue-in-cheek a few minutes later, when he was smacked by a puff of icy mist, sudden enough to make him splutter with shock.

"Did-did you just...spritz me? Like a cat?"

"Yes. Now shoo."

He stared at the colourful mosaic of water droplets coating his lenses stubbornly. She wasn't about to get rid of him that easily.

"Actually, I quite liked that."

"You...liked that." She echoed him tonelessly.

He tried to muster up as much dignity as he could while feeling like his face was about to freeze off. "Mhm. Refreshing. Might go as far as to invite you to do it again."

She scoffed, slamming the spray bottle down in surrender.

"Fine. You win. But if you set anything on fire, so help me I will- hang on, I've got a lantern in here somewhere." With that, George watched her drift away distractedly, still mildly damp. He wondered how long he had to wait before asking for something to dry his glasses with.

For the next week, the librarian tolerated his odd hours, and George liked to think that she was coming around. She found out his first name from his library pass the next day, he found out how far he could push it with the late hours. Really, they were almost friends. He liked to think that especially after the night where he got hit in the face by something in a brown paper bag.

"Accidental pastry delivery," the librarian was saying, over the crinkle of the paper bag. "They wouldn't take it back and I've already stuffed myself the best I could."

George peered into the bag to see a deliciously flaky tart and a soft, powdered doughnut. He looked up to see her walking away, and was momentarily distracted by her odd shuffle. It took him a moment to realise she had a slight limp, as if she was carrying some dead weight. But when she returned, holding a tea tray and a viciously folded notebook, all thoughts about her limp flew out of his head. He wouldn't have thought to find such charmingly delicate fine china in a library, of all places.

"How much sugar do you take in your tea?" George blinked, still processing the pastries. She set a cup of tea in front of him, and he decided that it had just the right amount of sugar. She sat down opposite him and poured her own cup of tea, before scratching away at what he could now see was a crossword puzzle.

"Crosswords?"

She arched an eyebrow. "There's only so many books you can read in a day."

"Yes, but...crosswords?"

"You wouldn't believe how fun they are. For instance, right now I'm looking at a six-lettered word for 'nuisance.'"

That shut him up rather quickly. But over the next couple of nights, accident or otherwise, she always joined him for a cup of tea and a little treat once everyone else had cleared out.

And so a rhythm was established. On most nights, their limited conversation rarely strayed away from the tired topics that were which pastry he wanted, how late it was getting, and if he knew a five-letter word of only consonants for 'the immature form of an insect.' But he always wondered about her on the walk home, though he could never quite figure out how to ask. It was on a particularly uninteresting night that he got the answers to these half-formed questions.

He was doing his research, as usual, and she was sitting opposite him, pouring over a crossword puzzle, as usual, when he realised he needed a different volume. She barely stirred as he left the table, silently scratching away at the rough paper. Her stock still image lingered in his mind’s eye. There was something off about her today. She was a little more distracted than normal, and the abnormality unpleasantly reminded George of how little he knew about her. She was always just...there, hovering about, no matter how late it was. Didn't she have a family waiting up for her?

He returned to find her eyes fixed on his scribbled half-thoughts, as if intently deciphering his upside-down scrawls. She jerked back as he set the book down, eyes flitting nervously, almost guiltily.

"You took your time. Thought you got lost back there."

He opened his book with a deliberate slowness, as she fiddled with her pen. When he didn't respond, the forced cheeriness in her voice faded, as her eyes drifted back to his papers.

"Terribly exciting, isn't it? Being an agent."

"S'pose."

"I wanted to be one, when I was younger. Much younger."

The edge to her voice was subtle but unmistakable. He didn't like the way it grated unpleasantly against his ears.

"So how'd you end up here?"

"My talent never really blossomed. Good thing, too; I'd be all thumbs with a rapier anyway."

He frowned. "Hang on. How much can you see, exactly?"

"It's like...like a mist? Sometimes I miss them entirely."

"But you stay out so late past curfew."

"I know. I just try to walk home quickly enough. It's worked out so far."

George glanced at the flaky tart and the repulsively sugary, deep red jam glistening up at him, almost quivering in the flickering candlelight. His appetite was suddenly feeling a little funny.

"Nymph."

"Hm?"

"Five letters, no vowels. Nymph."

She glanced at her crossword, giving a small hum of approval. "So it is."

"But you already knew that."

"Did I?"

Her voice took on a mildly dispirited tone, but it was enough to signal her fading interest in the conversation. His prodding felt frustratingly futile - even now, there was so much of her shrouded in the shadows, shrouded in mystery. He didn't know what to do, or what to say, and he didn't like it. Suddenly, he wasn't sure how much he believed her, something she seemed to pick up on.

"Look, I'm too much of a live wire to be an agent. Can't we just leave it at that?"

"It’s getting late,” he said softly, and the words felt foreign on his tongue, for someone who never cared about the time. His voice sounded distant even to his own ears. But she had already returned to her crossword.

Days passed, and the awkward night was forgotten. They continued growing closer and getting more familiar with each other, if at a snail's pace. One night, she had used up the last teabag for George's tea and waved off his insisting that she have the tea, instead opting for a drink that looked suspiciously alcoholic.

As George expected, she was a little past tipsy by the time they were done, and he lingered behind worriedly as she fumbled to lock up. He walked with her a little further than he normally did, occasionally tipping her upright when she got too giggly.

"Where did you say you lived, again?" George tried to keep his tone nonchalant, hoping she wouldn't realise she never said it a first time. She vaguely pointed ahead, speaking thickly, but he couldn't quite decipher her slurred words. Rolling her eyes exasperatedly, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pressed her face flush against his as she repeated herself, gesturing wildly with her other arm.

"Two blocks down, then a left, walk another block, then a right, and it's the third door on your right. 51 South Street. There's honeysuckle all over the door, you can't miss it."

She tilted her head sideways, lips brushing his cheekbone. He didn't dare to breathe.

"I can take it from here. Don't think I'll be forgetting this in the morning."

She let go of him as smoothly as she hap clasped herself to him, walking ahead briskly with only minimal stumbling.

"Night, Georgie!" Yes, she must be quite well past tipsy. He watched her till she turned the corner, and almost reluctantly turned to walk home himself.

"Where's Y/N?"

George didn't mean to be impolite, but when there was a different librarian handing him his day pass the following week, he didn’t know how else to respond.

“Miss L/N’s called in sick this morning. But I’d be happy to help you with any of your Archives needs.”

The Archives felt frustratingly foreign that day. He hadn’t realised how comforting her lingering had been, to feel rather than see her wandering through the aisles just feet from him. The Archives’ closing was enough to chase him out a few hours later.

He started on the beaten path back to 35 Portland Row, before pausing. He turned, looking at the roads behind him, softly lit up by the fading rays of the setting sun. She couldn’t live that far. Just a block, or maybe two, then…was it a right?

Haltingly, he walked forward, looking this way and that amongst the tall houses which were all beginning to look worryingly identical. But she was right. 51 South Street did stick out with the heavily perfumed buttercup-yellow honeysuckle framing the door. That, and the girl smoking on the front steps of the house.

She glanced up from the gravel she was staring at as he drew closer, staring at him with cloudy eyes until she finally seemed to register him.

“…George! You’re - what? Did something happen?”

“You tell me.”

She fiddled with the ends of her hair with her free hand distractedly. “Oh. I’m alright. My leg was feeling a little bad in the morning, so I called in sick.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Didn’t take you for a smoker.”

“I’m not. It just helps with the pain.”

“For now. For an hour. You know it’s only making it worse in the long run.”

She either coughed or laughed, he couldn’t tell. He watched her breath smoke like sighs, in silence.

"I used to be an agent. And I wasn’t half bad at it, either. But I tripped up, once…lost half the nerves in my left leg. After the ghost touch, my Sight-” she pressed a hand to her eyelids, trembling for something grieved. “My Sight…it was never the same again. I tried to stay on for a while, but it was so difficult, and so painful for everyone…so I left. I couldn’t do anything with my hip connected to this…dead weight.” She tapped her cigarette experimentally, ash snowing over her shoe. “I’m dead weight, Karim.”

He wanted to comfort her, but he was never the comforting type.

“You miss it.”

“I do. I love the Archives, but…I feel like I’m part of everyone’s life, except for my own. I don’t feel like my own person. I felt so…alive as an agent. Like I’d burst into flames at any minute, as if I had that much more life which the visitors didn’t have.”

George knew the type. He lived with the type.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m glad you didn’t. Burst into flames, I mean.”

She half smiled into the palm she was resting her chin on. “Aww, Georgie.”

George coughed awkwardly, starting to drift away now that she was clearly feeling better. He recognised that teasing look on her face a little too well. “Okay, you’re alright now.”

“Did you oh so miss me today?”

“That’s enough out of you.”

“Not getting fond of me, are you Georgie?”

The back of his neck flamed red. She was definitely alright now.

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nekombers · 2 years

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SLEEPING BEAUTY !?

an alchemy experiment with grim and the heartslabyul duo goes wrong and causes you to go in a deep slumber and the only way to wake you up is with a trues love kiss! but who is going to be your Prince Charming in the situation to save you from this distress!?

“ uhm guys.. I don’t think this is how the spell is supposed to go-”

“shush henchmen! once I create this new spell that will completely have everyone swayed , I’ll be on the news everywhere! and be loved! - ” grim proudly began exclaiming—

he placed his paws in his hips and gave you a grin, before ace came in ; “ahem, I think you meant to say us. ” ace gave grim a small glare before grim completely ignored him and went back to stirring what rest inside the cauldron.

suddenly a sweet intoxicating smell started coming from the pot, “ it’s almost done, heheh” grim said before taking in a big whiff of the scent which start descending from the cauldron. “ good! now we need someone to taste test this before proceeding to plan.” ace said, his goggles began fogging up with steam and he just used forearm to pushed them up.

“ y/n! would you mind taste testing this before we drink this up?”

“ excuse me? why not ask deuce!? ” you cried out, taking a few steps back before feeling something below bump into you. swiftly turning around you saw deuce spread out on the floor asleep.

“ I would but as you see he’s been drained like that from painting the roses ever since last night… thanks to our beloved housewarden. plus surely this shouldn’t effect you since you have no magic " stirring more profoundly than the last time, ace brought up a big spoon of what was the ‘spell’ and placed the spoon on your hand carefully.

“ c’mon, no need to be scared! or else you’ll be more of a scaredy-cat than grim!” he watched as you brought the spoon closer to your mouth, and you just nervously looked back at the weird substance which laid in the spoon.

“ hey! i heard that, ace!” grim said, as he began taking over of the stirring of the pot, but still keeping an eye on you as you were about to put the spoon in your mouth.

suddenly you found yourself gulping it down and you slammed the spoon on the table, gasping for air.

“ as much as how sweet it smells, it’s horrendously bad in taste.” you continued, but a few seconds later your head started getting fuzzy and you found it hard to stay up and still.

“ y/n!” the voices you heard calling out your name soon became too quiet too hear and everything went black.

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“ yes, yes this is certainly indeed very bad. ” crowley said nodding, he observed your sleeping body closely before clapping his hands together. the sudden clap, made the two boys and the cat jump in fear.

“ did they kill her..?” deuce asked, still frightened by the sudden chaos which awoke him from his sleep.

“ us? this is completely grims doing! he wanted to create a new spell!”

“ argghh.. you were in it too ace.” grim yelled back at ace, while the two boys kept arguing the headmage just shook his head.

“ you didn’t create a new spell, by all the things you’ve said you put in it; you created a sleeping spell; which can only be cured by a true loves kiss.”

earning the attention from the three, they all looked at each other before replying; “ s-so you mean a kiss can fix all of this..?” ace questioned again, flustered he couldn’t help but look back you, sleeping peacefully in the bed.

“ you two better be glad there weren’t no injuries involved. even if it’s completely harmless spell, I expect you three to fix this mess. now if you excuse me.. uh I have important matters to get back to in my office.. I suggest you all should come to an agreement soon.. ” crowley coughed a little after mentioning his ‘busy’ schedule before soon making his leave.

leaving the deuce and ace duo and grim in shock standing.

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by the time lunch time came around, the three say quietly without saying a word at the table.

“ so about y/n.. uhh, what’re we gonna do?” ace then placed is head down in the table while staring back at the other two waiting for a response.

“ you heard the headmage.. we have to give her… a.. a-” deuce struggled to say the word, his face began turning a shade of red almost resembling their own housewarden’s hair.

“ oh come on. it’s just a kiss! how am I suppose to keep up with my school work without my henchmen-.. uhm, I mean how lonely it’ll be without her at the dorm..?” grim gradually got quiet after his change of words and again silence made its way again.

grim suddenly stood up in his seat , “ wait, don’t tell me you two haven’t kiss a girl which why you’re too embarrassed to kiss y/n!” grim stated, no response came from the two boys and suddenly grim began laughing.

“ h-hey! i have totally kiss a girl before-”

“ in your dreams!” grim couldn’t keep his laugh in any longer which made ace feel flustered before taking a bite out of his sandwich.

“ well! if you won’t be any use of getting my henchmen back and at it again, I’ll find one someone who will.” grim began marching out of the lunchroom ignoring the two boys who were speaking out to him across the room

then the two boys got up and rushed after to find grim before he told anyone anything.

“ my my.. floyd, would you look at that?” Jade said, watching the scene unfold infront of them.

“ awww~ something must’ve happened to shrimpy if she needs saving with a kiss..” a smile creeped up on the boys face which received a chuckled from Jade.

“ I’m sure Azul would love to hear these beloved news.”

“ why can’t we just keep this ourselves..?” Floyd frowned in return to his brothers words. watching Jade stand up, he did so as well.

“ Because it’ll be fun this way..”

Jade smiled while making his way out of the cafeteria with Floyd right behind him.

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“ GRIM! YOU DONT NEED GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE. IM THE PERFECT FIT FOR THIS.” ace yelled across the hallway, deuce only trailed behind him; still flustered to speak out about the matter.

“ eh?! even if I wanted to, you two would take decades before even kissing y/n” grim shouted back at them, huffing before continuing making his way across the long halls of NRC. suddenly he came to a stop and felt himself bump into something.. someone.

“ what’s this about kissing my dear potato, you say?” a voice spoke, grim rubbed his head where he hit himself while bumping into the stranger.

grim than looked up and saw the dorm leader of pomefiore standing before him. “ hey, you almost stepped on my tail!” grim said, before taking a few steps back to meet vil’s gaze.

“ do continue speaking-”

“ as if! I’ll find some other non tail stepping prince to awake my henchmen from slumber!” grim huffed once again before taking his leave.

“ oh? slumber you say..”

“ hmph, as if I’ll let that self centered pretty boy kiss my henchmen. but still, no worries.. the mighty grim is here!” grim said, puffing his chest out a little proudly.

being interrupted by his own yawn, he paused. “ eh.. y/n could use saving tomorrow.. I’m worn out from all the chaos.”

he found himself turning and heading back to ramshackle for the day.

unaware, he went to sleep not knowing the news of y/n’s deep slumber spreading throughout campus.

“ GRIM! ” a voice in the background could be heard screaming.

“ ngh… tuna-"

“ GRIM! OPEN UP!” the knocks only seemed to get louder as time slowly went by

letting out a small growl grim made his way up and walked to the door, pulling on it to open it. just to see the heartslaybul duo standing there

“ .. ace.. deuce.. what to you want-”

“ EVERYONE KNOWS ABOUT Y/N! THEY’RE TRYING TO FIND HER TO GIVE HER THAT KISS!” ace technically yelled at grim who was quickly awakened properly at hearing the news.

“ HUH?! how did they find out!?” a group of footsteps could be heard making its way closed towards them and they turned back to see—

“ well that would be my doing..” before them stood Azul, who was accompanied by Jade and Floyd, a smug look was on Azul’s face as he gave the three a smirk.

“ so.. now that the fish is outa the net. mind telling us where I can find my precious y/n..?” azul asked, still having the same look on his face; waiting for a response which was interrupted by another group.

“ pardon the interruption but I’ll need you to move aside, azul. ” that voice belonged to no other than the house warden of heartslabyul.

“ h-housewarden!” both deuce and ace said in unison as they nervously lowered their faces from their superior. “ I’ll be needing you two boys to show me where y/n lies, or it’ll be off with your heads.” riddle said as he waited for the two boys to reply. grim still shocked by the sudden appearances then closed his eyes and sighed.

“ there is only one thing we can do now..” grim said in a fake sigh.

both the heartslabyul duo looked at grim while both housewardens stared back at him as well waiting for a response.

“ RUN!” grim suddenly shouted, as he was quick to shut the door on the faces of azul and riddle who were merely almost hit by instead were greeted by the floor.

while the other two boys were still in the ground, shocked by the impact. Jade and Floyd were quick to act, opening the door by force and running behind the duo and cat who had escaped from the window..

unknown to everyone’s behalf, someone was already on the way to see you. as they’re the most powerful person who lies in the school, it was child’s play to find you.

just the most powerful fae there is..

making it back to the grounds of nrc, they made a stop to catch their breath.

“ w-well, good bye to being an honor student..” deuce manage to gasp out, still panting from the run they made.

“ grim! ace! deuce! ” a rather cheerful voice called out to the three. gathering strength to look up, they were met by no other than the housewarden of scarabia, who of course was accompanied by jamil viper.

completely forgetting the situation, grim was rather happy to see the two.

“ kalim! agh, can you believe what just happened to us!?” grim exclaimed but no reply came from the two.

“ snake charmer ” a calm voice said. grim quickly widen his eyes and saw that both of his friends were under jamil’s command.

“ huh!? ” grim suddenly shouted as he gathered himself and stood up on his paws.

“ ah! sorry grim, but when it comes to y/n.. there’s no holding us back” kalim just smiled back at the cat. not waiting any longer grim ran out and left his friends behind.

right now, his only goal was to reach the nurses office before anybody else tried something.

as soon as he was getting close to the room, he found himself bumping into yet another person.

“ well, just the person we were looking for..” grim recognized the sly voice and just as he expected. he found himself between both leona and ruggie.

“ just go ahead and tell us where’s she at” leona told grim, the expression on his face told grim everything.

“ as if! I won’t tell ya!” grim said, as he launched forward to make an escape he almost was caught by Leona’s strong grip.

the hairs on his body stood in fear. just as he reached the nurses office he heard someone scream “ she’s in there!” and tons of footsteps were seeming to be approaching him.

grim stood on guard at the door. a bit intimated by everyone’s presence.

seeing everyone was just gonna knock right by him and make themselves go in by force grim said what he thought were his finals words.

“ m-maybe in another life I’ll be the most powerful creature to exist..”

he leaned back and close his eyes waiting for impact, but suddenly the door behind was opened. he looked up from the ground as his back still lied there on the floor.

“ thank you very much.. malleus.” suddenly a familiar person’s voice spoke softly.

grim’s eyes widen along with everyone else’s as they saw both malleus AND the prefect at the doorstep.

“ oh- huh?” you were confused by everyone’s presence who’s expression’s still were in shock.

“ d-did malleus draconia end up kissing her !?” someone cried out as everyone waited for a response. “kiss? what’re y’all talking about?” you questioned, your faces expression was enough to have everyone else confused like you.

“ no kiss was needed. a little bit of magic was used to awake her from the slumber she was placed in.” malleus finally spoke, as you just nodded along with him. “ yeah no kiss was needed.. can someone explain?” you asked, tilting your head in questioned. though before anyone proceeded to say anything, tons of sighs were let out.

malleus took your hand and started walking, as everyone still laid in shock. the words that came out his mouth was enough to set realization upon the people there.

“ just keep in mind that, I was the one to wake the sleeping beauty. i feel more than accomplished to have had the chance to have such feeling bestow my lips..” a small but sly smirk arose from malleus as he made his leave.

little did everyone know, the magic to awaken the sleeping beauty from her slumber did lye between a true loves kiss.

valentine

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ruhorih4ra · 8 months

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Hey! What do you mean it's not monday? ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ heheh I'm sowy but in my defense this part it's longer.

I also noticed that I don't have a clear format (What can I say? I'm a pathetic disaster) (okay I'll fix it later).

This part it's mostly a conversation with grandma, yessss it's angsty. Takes place after part 7

Get out of my way 🌈

“Hello, I'm Lilith!”

The kitchen sank into silence, it felt more like you were being buried in the graveyard rather than sitting beside the warm oven. The four Little D.'s looked at each other, their eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ooh, Mc! Why are you so terrified?” “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” your scared and doubtful gaze left Lilith and turned to the Little D.'s “Y-you don't see her?” “Who?” the tiny black shadow showed incredible bewilderment. “Oh, come on! They're just trying to deceive you!! Of course they can see me!”

One thing was certain, she looked like an angel, her hair was so long it nearly touched the floor and her skin seemed smooth as silk. Although her voice was exasperated and there was a grimace on her face, she was beautiful.

“You're losing your mind, Mc.” The Little D. of wrath shook his head, wiping away a nonexistent tear. “Oh, you... You dummies!” Lilith took each cheek of the Little D. face and stretched it to comical limits. “SEE? I'M REAL!!”

“Heheh” “H-help!!” “The fridge is empty!” “Hey! Let him go!” The Little D.'s charged towards Lilith to no avail, she pushed them away with nothing more than a wave of her hand. “Mc, you don't have to be afraid anymore.”

“Mc?”

You had taken advantage of the ruckus to run towards your room as fast as your legs let you. “I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy, I'm sane. My brain is well and...” “Mc!!” You turned your face to see Lilith chasing you followed by four small black clouds. “Why are you running?!” “I may be crazy, I may be insane.”

As soon as you opened the door of your room you closed it again. You remained facing the wooden door, trying to calm your heart and the trembling of your hands. “You know I can walk through walls, right?” You heard Lilith's voice from behind.

“Aaaahhhh!!!” You turned around and for a moment she reminded you of Lucifer, hands on hip and a slight frown on her immaculate face. “You really are Lilith.” “Yes.” she simply replied.

“Hey you! Their soul is ours! You can't take it!!” “That's right! If you want it you'll have to fight!” That being said, the Little D. of wrath took the shape of Satan. His fangs grew to at least twice their normal size and his face contorted into a macabre smile. His eyes grew too long, giving the impression of slits tearing through the skin.

The Little D. of gluttony changed into Beelzebub's form, his eyes morphed to resemble those of a fly. His back hunched and his jaw hung open unbelievably wide, revealing multiple teeth arranged in a circle, as if he had several mouths hidden one after another.

The Little D. of envy took Leviathan's form, snakes came out of his mouth and eyes, while his whole body gained scales, some of them looking as sharp as a sword.

The tiny demon with blue horns changed to impersonate Lucifer, nothing too creepy, though his eyes were red, redder than you’d ever seen them before.

“W-wait!” You fell backwards, a single drop of Beelzebub's saliva met the floor and the wood screeched as it disintegrated. “Now, let's get started.” Lilith rolled her eyes, straightened up, and extended an arm. “Bring it on.”

Two hours later, you were looking at the “fight” with skeptical eyes.

“You were such an ugly kid. When you played in the sandbox the cat kept covering you up!” “Oooohh!!!” “HAHAHA!!” The Little D.s high-fived each other, they had maintained their monstrous appearance but their attitude completely ruined their facade.

“Well! You're so ugly, you've to sneak up on the mirror!” Lilith said while sticking out her tongue. “Hahah nice!” “Not cool.”

“You're so ugly your father wanted to erase you from existence!” “Dude.” “Oooooohhhhh!!!” “Too soon” The gasp of indignation that Lilith blurted out was loud enough to take you out of your meditations. “Hey! Back me up!” “Why? They started this ‘fight’ so you wouldn’t kick their ass in a real one.”

The Little D. of envy tried to put a hand on your mouth but you had already spilled the beans. “Jeez, Mc. You can be a real pain in the aaaaahhhhh” Lilith took them from the hat one by one until she had them all. “If you’ll excuse us, we need a private talk.”

She threw them out the window as far as she could, very surprisingly. “You have the arm of your brother.” “Thank you!” The room was filled with silence, neither Lilith nor you knew how to start and you were too tired to think correctly.

“Mc.” You looked at Lilith, she was struggling to find the right words. “They miss you.” You said in an attempt to avoid awkward silences. “I miss them too.” She replied. “Is that why you are here?” The lilac eyes of Lilith widened in surprise, if you squinted you could see a certain level of offense too. “Of course not! I'm here for you!”

“Ha! You say that but go on, tell me what you want me to do!” Lilith felt caged, your normal kind personality was gone and even if she could see a smile on your face, it was sardonic and fake. “No? You won't ask me to help them this time? That's a relief, last time I did I found a pair of hands around my neck and certainly not in a pleasant way.”

Lilith —who was wearing a simple and loose white dress, more fitting for a spring day than Devildom weather— seemed taken aback by your words. Her pale skin only made the blush more noticeable. “Oh come on grandma, I'm living proof that you're not as innocent as you seem.”

“Okay, first of all, don't call me grandma. Second, I came here for you. I came to help you.” The frown on your face didn't budge. Lilith sighed before speaking again. “Why are you so suspicious?”

“Oh, I don't know, maybe I’ve been attacked by little demons that want to eat my soul. Perhaps I'm on the verge of insanity and I'm only imagining the ghost of my ancestor. Who knows?” Before Lilith could reply, you spoke again, louder.

“Maybe I was replaced and betrayed by the people I love and trust the most.” Lilith's gaze followed the single tear that escaped from your eye, with her eyes still glued on it she replied. “They did not replace you.” “Of course not! They just forgot about me and found someone else to do the things we used to do!” You spit harshly.

“I-I know you're mad, but please, don't take it out on me.” Lilith sounded so sad and vulnerable that the regret was instant. “I- Sorry, Lilith.” She took a deep breath and mentally prepared to put her thoughts into words.

“I know they're stupid. But they love you, I know them and I know that-” You laughed, Lilith was relieved to find out that this time it was a genuine laugh, genuine and tired.

“Yes they are stupid. Listen Lilith... with all due respect, you knew the angels. I know the demons.” Lilith knew that she had lost the fight, she was speechless. Although she could have argued, it seemed pointless.

You slid to the floor again, you seemed resigned. When she thought the room would fall silent again, you surprised her.

“I know what you're trying to tell me, okay? I get it. They love me, they-” Lilith sat across from you, she did not comment nothing about how you didn't seem the least bit convinced of what you just said. “However, I will do this on my own. I'll find a way to exterminate this plague of Little D.'s”.

“But Mc!” “I don't need your brothers’ help, I don't need them and I won't go crying for their assistance.” You looked at your hands. “I don't need Lucifer's soft smiles to cheer me up. I don't need Mammon holding my hand through the halls of Rad.”

Lilith moved closer to you until she was within her arm’s reach. “I don't need Leviathan's chest to fall asleep after playing video games all day and I definitely don't need Satan's fingers brushing away my hair when I fall asleep in the library.”

You wiped away your tears before Lilith could try, choking back a sob. “I don't need Asmodeus to chit-chat while I fix the garden. I don't need Beelzebub to tickle me every time I’m sad. I don't need Belphegor to chase away my nightmares.”

“I-I don't need them!!” Lilith could only watch as you sob silently hugging your knees. “I'll get rid of the Little D.'s and then everything can go back to the way it was.”

“Mc, dear. You may not need my brothers but, I'm afraid they need you more than anything you could think of.”

You scoffed once more, looking at Lilith in disbelief. “Listen, I just want to prove to myself that I’m not Tinker Bell and that I won’t die from lack of attention.” You laughed by your own joke and Lilith’s confused face. “Then I’ll be fine, next time they won’t break my heart.”

“Mc...” “No! You don't understand! There are so many humans out there, so many exchange students that could take my place! And I love your brothers, and I love them so much! You can't understand how lost I feel when I think of them brushing me aside!”

Lilith bit her tongue, she wanted to tell you about the two bottles of demonus that Lucifer had emptied trying to resist the urges to kneel and ask your forgiveness. She couldn’t stop thinking about Beelzebub’s soft sobs and how Belphie couldn’t comfort his twin since he was trying to contain his own tears.

She saw Mammon’s swollen eyes and the chaos of Satan’s room. Lilith tried to caress the face of Asmodeus, to brush the frown he usually avoids and now seems permanent. She wanted to tell you about Leviathan’s violent shaking, how his brother had bitten all of his nails out of anxiety.

You thought they were sleeping, but not even Sc had managed to close her eyes. Lilith wanted to assure you that nobody could take your place, but this probably wasn’t the right time. “I understand.” You thanked her with a gentle squeeze. “But please, promise me you will ask for help if this gets too dangerous.”

You got up and took a deep breath. “Don’t worry that won’t be necessary. I’m the one who forged seven pacts, remember?”

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pixelated-sim · 5 months

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and i have some updates about my life! well… i've adopted a cat!!!! oh no, right… she adopted me! she was abandoned on the streets and to be honest i never thought that someday i would experience something like this again because since i was a kid, i gave up on having pets because when me and my grandma moved to our currently house, my neighbor k*lled my cats and that was too much for me, as a kid! but… here we are… her name is pipoca (in brazil we say pipoca but translated you can call her popcorn) she is happy, fatty and healthy now, and she loves me and i love her AND she is my company :) i'm so happy to have her! sorry about my english, i'm not using translator anymore and it is what it is hehehe edit: and a photo of.... ME! in my 25's living in a free moment, i've been feeling so light and enough! sorry about the scare!

#nonsims related #personal

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Can you do a hobie x scene reader and they make a kandi bracelet or something for him and he refuses to take it off

( HOBIE IS BACK! HEHEHE! Trying to get all my ask done! - yellow 💛🌻) "And, when was the las' time you gotten any sleep?"

Hobie asked as he walked over to the right side of me, leaning against the wall as I typed away on my computer.

"… I took a nap today. I'm fine."

I said as my typing quickened, I didn't even look up at him as I quickly typed away. All the lights in my room were off except for the light coming from a computer. My cat was resting on my bed as he looked up at us, letting out a small meow. Hobie looked at the cat for a moment before looking back at me. A worried look on his face as my eyes didn't leave the computer screen.

"… Wha' happened a' the lab really messed with you didn'' i'?"

I stopped typing for just a moment as silence filled the room. The rain hitting against the window grew louder.

"… My father did this Strings…"

I said as I pushed my chair back a bit and turned to face him.

"My father- was the one who green light The Sentinel Project, who hates mutants, and now. His own daughter is a mutant- and I don't know how to tell him that! Because the moment I do I know, that he's going to hate me! And now, I just found out that he's also made a drink that is poisonous to mutants!!"

I tossed my hands up into the air before I put them back into my lap turning my head away to face my computer screen again before I looked over at Hobie.

"I don't know if I can't stop him Strings…"

"Hey, hey - whoa, whoa, whoa," Hobie interrupted. "Listen, i know a couple things abou' complicated relationships with your ol' man."

Hobie took a deep breath, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Look, we've all go' our problems, and you've gone through some things." Hobie said, taking a seat across from me.

"Bu' you're forgetting one importan' thing. You've go' us. You've go' me. And all the x-men tha' are rooting for you."

He paused for a moment, taking in the storm outside.

"And you've go' your powers. Yeah, i know some people are scared of you. Bu' that's because they don'' know you. They don'' know the real you."

"Hobie, he's going to hurt people… Lots of people! And I don't know how to stop him!"

I held up my hands in front of me. "If I ask to go to Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, he'll find out- and I don't know what he'll do to me…"

"And tha' brings us righ' back to tha' importan' thing i keep mentioning."

Hobie leaned forward, resting his chin on one hand.

"I' doesn'' matter wha' your old man thinks. And i' damn sure doesn'' matter how many people hate you."

Hobie leaned back and put his hands behind his head, as if trying to convince me through his sheer level of confidence alone.

"Because no matter what, no matter where, i'm going to be righ' there. For you."

I watched him before looking back at my computer, Hobie did the same. It was playing the Daily Bugle on it. J Jonah Jameson was talking about this world's spider-man, universe 11052.

"… Part of me wants to ask to run away and go live in your world Hobie.“

I said softly as my eyes didn’t leave the computer screen. Hobie raised an eyebrow.

"You can’' jus' go missing. Your father would notice." He leaned in a little closer, speaking in a quieter tone.

“And you said i' yourself, your powers aren’' controlled yet, if you try to teleport, who knows where you’ll wind up. If you go missing and you don’' show up again…” Hobie’s mind started to trail off in dark places. Hobie paused for a moment, his expression growing stern.

"I could tell you to jus' try and hide i' from your dad. Tha' you should be careful and never use your powers in public."

He watched the video with me for a moment as he took in the scene. A new wave of guilt set in for him.

"Bu' i’m no' going to say tha'. Because even if you could pretend to be normal, i know tha' inside, you wouldn'' feel normal… I' would only be a matter of time before i' comessy ou'. And then, your dad’s going to find ou'."

As we continued to watch J Jonah Jameson, the sound of thunder rolled in. And then, rain started to pummel the window. It was getting late at night. I listened to him but shook my head.

“He hates mutants, I hear him talk about it all the time- he says if he could get rid of them for good he would!”

I said as my voice quivered, tears started to form in my eyes as my hands trembled.

"Hey." Hobie sighed. Hobie crouched down a bit so we'd be at eye level.

"I'm going to say wha' i jus' said again. He migh' say tha'. He migh' even hate the though' of a mutan' in his family. Bu' he doesn'' hate you."

Hobie tapped my knee.

"He's your dad. Like you said. And i know i' migh' be hard for you to believe, bu' he wonts what's bes' for you. And if he can'' accep' you for who you are, that's no' your faul'."

I turned away from him as I wiped the tears away from my face. Hobie put his hands on either side of my shoulders.

"He can’' hate mutants forever… because you’ll show him how good mutants actually are. They aren’' the monsters he thinks they are… you’re no' the monster he thinks you are."

"What if he doesn’t want anything to do with me..?"

"If i' comessy down to it- wha' would you choose? would you rather stay a' home and keep your powers secret, and risk him destroying your life? or would you take a chance and talk to him abou' going to Xavier School?"

Hobie paused for a moment. Trying to find the right words to say.

"Because if that's wha' i' comessy down to, then you need to make tha' call. Bu' remember, no matter wha' happens… It's no' your faul'. All you're trying to do is help him understand."

Hobie took a breath before standing up. "You still go' the stuff for a kandi bracelet?"

I blinked as I turned in my chair more to face him.

"Yeah… Why?"

He smiled as he put his hands in his pockets. "Let’s ge' your mind off of this for now."

He said as he walked passed my bed, giving the cat a few headpaps before pulling out my box that had my beads in it.

"We’ll both make one. Tha' woy, you’ll still have me around when i’m no' here."

He said as he pulled out two guitar strings out of his pocket.

"So, that's who that’s from?"

Miles asked as Hobie crossed his legs over each other as he looked at the bracelet on his arm.

"Yeah, her nickname for me is strings so she has tha' on i'. And mine has power on i' for her powers."

Miles's eyes shifted away for just a moment.

"So… what happened to her?"

Hobie’s eyes closed as he took a deep breath. "Talk with her dad didn’' go well, so i helped her ge' her things and moved her to Xavier School where-" Hobie pointed to Miles. "She is now an X-Men."

He said as Miles looked down at his bracelet. "I hear she kisses her’s before going on a mission."

"And do you do that with yours?"

Gwein piped in as Hobie smirked, moving his hands behind his head.

"Na, I kiss the real thing."

#x reader #hobie brown x reader

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