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kentopedia · 3 months

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౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ IN ALL THE LINES I'VE READ — nanami kento

summary . . . coffee shop meet cute with literature professor nanami <3

contents . . . sfw, written w f!reader in mind, lit prof nanami tehe, fluff, grumpy nanami, reader is a barista, age gap (nanami early 30s, reader early 20s) — 1.4k

notes . . . selfship coded :,,) this is such a random idea from rylie's brain (and drafts) bc i must post something for my most beloved for valentine’s day <33 i have some other ideas for this so let me know if you like it !!!

The first time you meet Nanami Kento, it’s in a dimly lit cafe in your hometown.

The evening is just dawning upon you, the grey of the dreary sky turning into a muted black. It’s just after 5pm; the sun already fading into the horizon, drizzly rain coating the windows like crystals.

You’ve been busy all day — it’s always busy on rainy days, when people seem to recall that the ambience of rain pelting outside mixes well with a cup of warm coffee between your palms. The tables are all full, now that people have gotten off work, and it’s a favorite study spot of many students.

It’s tiring work sometimes, and there are days where you get weary of the same routine. When saving up money seems like a fruitless effort, and you feel like your life should’ve begun already.

But it’s also good to be around people like this… Seeing them laugh and smile, while you only wonder what they’re talking about. The job pays less, but it’s better than being cooped up in a office all day.

“Hey,” one of the other baristas sets a latte down, a pattern of milk sitting just on top. “Can you run this to the man over there,” she points to a blonde in the corner of the cafe.

Wordlessly, you take the mug, wiping the drops of coffee that have spilled over the sides of it. The customer had ordered a pastry as well, one of your favorites. There is a small puff of steam wafting off of it, the bottom of the plate still hot.

The man’s back is towards you, facing the window, and he’s bent over a pile of papers. You can’t see his face — but his hair is done up nicely, and his white button-down sleeves are rolled up to his elbow. There’s a nice watch on his wrist, silver and black; one that’s probably more expensive than anything you own.

It’s a balancing act, weaving through the tables with the pastry and mug in hand, and when you get to his, there’s no room to set his order down. Papers are scattered across the table, and there is a stack of well-loved books beside him. A few are titles you recognize, ones you’ve read, ones you own but haven’t gotten to. Some you know only vaguely.

“Here’s the latte,” you say, distracted, scanning the spines of the books. The man mutters an apology, and moves his papers so that you can set the coffee and plate down.

He doesn’t look up at you, offering only a dismissive thank you. But the sound goes unnoticed by you; you’re too preoccupied by your excitement. So few people walk in here with with books you’re actually interested in discussing.

“I’ve been meaning to read that one,” you say, pointing to a title that is on your long list of books to be read.

He hums — it’s obvious he doesn’t care, and the sound is just one of acknowledgement.

Embarrassment heats your cheeks as you realize this is probably something he gets often. Upon second glance, he’s attractive… breathtakingly so. He probably fends of hoards of woman, ones who use books to gain the key to his heart, even if they’re only pretending to be interested.

“I enjoyed his other books,” you continue, highlighting the ones that you’ve read and love. At least, then, he’ll know you’re not an idiot, even if he stays silent, eyes glued to the paper.

His pen stops scratching marks into the sheet, but only for a second. Then, he carries on, unimpressed by whatever slim knowledge you’re able to supply.

“Are you a teacher?” The words leave your lips, once before you can stop yourself.

He doesn’t care. You aren’t sure why you’re even still bothering.

“Nope,” he replies, finishing up his summarized commentary, scribbled in a penmanship that is something in between messy and elegant. “A professor.”

“Oh.” You’d thought he was too young to be a professor, but when you look at home closer, there are faint lines around his eyes, ones even more obvious on his forehead. Around thirty, you’d guess. Maybe even older than that. “That’s interesting.”

You should probably leave him alone. He’s busy, and you’re supposed to be working, and he probably thinks you’re a child, the way you’re talking to him like a brick wall. Yet, there is something about him that keeps you glued to your spot, so intrigued by the stack of novels and the way his hand flexes around the pen.

“Is it?” There is a hint of irritation in his voice when he finally glances up at you from under the round, wire-rimmed glasses, perched on the bridge of his nose. The pen drops onto the table with a soft click. “Because, I find that—”

His lips part. Whatever he was going to say next seems to die, abruptly cut off, and he blinks at you. Two dark eyes scan your face with a hint of surprise.

You’re cheeks warm, and you suddenly feel uncomfortable. It’s not typical of you to make conversation with strangers, and you’re certain he notices how awkwardly you’re standing.

“I’m sorry,” you say, clearing your throat, and pointedly ignoring the lump in it. His silhouette had been striking enough, but it’s nothing compared to the entirety of his face. He’s beautiful — like he’s stepped right out of the pages of a novel himself. He feels like everything you’ve ever wanted, with his stack of books and piercing irises. “I’ll let you get back to grading.”

“No need to apologize.” The tone shifts a bit, his voice not as rough. Maybe you’re just delusional, but his eyes appear to soften. “I’m almost done, anyway.”

You nod, and a little smile pulls onto your face. It’s not quite true; the stack of ungraded papers is twice as large as the ones he’s finished. “Well, I should … Get back to work. Enjoy the coffee.”

He smiles, amused; your heart flips, then sinks all the way down to your stomach, pounding. “Alright. Thank you.”

“Have a good night!” you say, far too quickly, before turning on your heels. Your hands are sweating, and you hope he never comes in again, because you’re not sure that you can stand the embarrassment you feel.

The blonde professor, name unknown, lets you go, and you slink off to hide in the kitchen, cursing yourself for acting like a fool. With hot cheeks, you down a glass of water, big gulps from your shaking hands, and glare at your co-worker when she grins to herself.

Thirty minutes later, your shift ends, and the professor has made his way out the door, walking down the sidewalk. As you leave the cafe, your bag over your shoulder and hair undone, you notice that he left one of his novels, the one you’d pointed out to him in the beginning of your conversation.

You rush out to stop him, carrying the book with you. “Hey,” you shout, waving it to the stranger. “You left this.”

He glances over his shoulders, bundled up in a coat to combat the brisk air. There’s a redness on his cheeks from the cold, a hint of a smile on his lips. “I know,” he says, hands firmly tucked in his pockets. “You can keep it.”

“But—” you start, swallowing as the pages rustle with the wind, the cover snapping open.

“You wanted to read it, didn’t you?” he shrugs. “I’ve got lots of copies. You can give it back to me when you finish.”

You start to question him, but he’s already turned around, heading away.

Which means he’ll be back, won’t it? You haven’t scared him away completely.

You shout something at him, and turns, just halfway, making a face that tells you he didn’t hear you.

“That’s my name,” you say again, repeating it, licking your lips. Your only hope is that he’ll offer his.

But he doesn’t — he keeps walking down the sidewalk, before he answers a phone call, and crosses the street.

Unsurprising.

You sigh, gaze dropping down to the book. The pages are filled and filled with his handwriting, notes in the margins, highlights and lines across the words. So much thought had been put into it, that you wonder how many times he’s read this book, if maybe, it’s a favorite.

The wind flicks the cover back to the front title page, the publisher underneath. In the top right hand corner, Nanami Kento is smoothly written. As if he’d wanted you to discover it yourself, instead of hearing it from his lips.

You trace it, and smile.

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lazyjellyfish300 · 2 months

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In Between the Bookshelves📚

AU Librarian!Miguel O'Hara x Fem grad student reader

(image isn't mine, found it on Instagram under the account @/ brokenohara and asked for their permission to post it)

Synopsis: a normal trip to the library results in a little bit more than you were expecting when you meet the new librarian on duty. Word count 4.6k

A/N: reposting this new and hopefully improved version of one of my very first Miguel fics I deleted a while back. I tried to make him more awkward and cute🖤🤓. Still not totally confident in the smut but oh well. Writing smut is so hard sometimes? Or maybe my skills have gone down, idk 😫 Hope you enjoy...

TW: MINORS DNI, SMUT TOWARDS THE END: FINGERING, ORAL SEX F receiving, Gag(he uses his shirt to muffle your moans) Public sexual activity, talk of anxiety, mention of family troubles and anti-deity/religion language

It's 7:00 pm on a rainy Tuesday night in the middle of October. You just got out of your evening Database Systems class. You can't help but feel poetic as you stroll down the grey, soaked, Manhattan streets twirling your umbrella, hot coffee in a cardboard cup in hand. Your shoulders begin to ache from the thin faux leather straps of your backpack. You're wearing your favorite brown sweater over a short sleeved black dress that hits you mid-thigh, with some holey black tights and your favorite knock-off Doc Martens. Damn, I still need to write that 2 page paper that's due tomorrow..

You decide at the last minute to spend your night at the library. You know you won't get anything done if you go back to your apartment. You spin on your heel and pick up the pace as you head hastily towards the NYIT library in Manhattan.

The library is pretty dead except for a group of three people sitting together in the middle table talking in hushed voices, one woman sitting on the floor scrolling with a laptop, and one jock looking fellow sitting at the computers, cracking his knuckles and bouncing his knee anxiously as he scans his assignment he's typing.

You sit down at the empty table right next to the librarian's desk. Since you're a regular here you recognize Polly, the librarian on duty who is a plump woman who looks to be in her 30s with short curly brown hair, wearing a mustard yellow cardigan and brown corduroy pants tonight. She's stapling papers together and gives you a small nod in acknowledgement as you sit down at the table in front of her desk.

She whispers to you, "I'm actually heading out for the evening, but the new person on duty should be here any minute now if you need any assistance."

You nod, and, speak of the devil, here he comes. You suddenly feel your chest get hot when you lay your eyes on the new librarian.

Tall, dark, and handsome would be the simplest way to define this man's appearance, but that would be a very feeble attempt at doing him justice. Sculpted bicep muscles push against the sleeves of his flannel with the cuffs rolled up halfway on his thick forearms. The flannel is unbuttoned and flaps gently away from his body as he walks, a white t-shirt underneath. He has broad, wide, shoulders and a narrow waist. He's also wearing dark wash athletic jeans and a pair of canvas slip ons. His hair has one stubborn strand in front from his small widow's peak that falls endearingly in the middle of his forehead. His most disarming quality is his eyes. A shade of brown that's earthy and natural like the sediment that decorates stream beds. He wears a stoic expression under large framed glasses.

He nods and mutters a "thank you" to the woman librarian as she shimmies into her coat and leaves. His eyes notice you and latch onto you momentarily. You feel your cheeks grow warm and you turn back to your laptop, unable to resume where you left off, wanting to start a conversation with him but not sure how. After a few painful moments of silence, and a quiet rumble outside from the ongoing rainstorm, you decide to break the ice by telling him your name. He blinks as you tell it to him, and you continue trying to make small talk to try and prod more out of him.

"Have I seen you here before? I come here a lot and I don't think I've met you yet."

"Miguel O'Hara," he answers shortly, but politely. "I'm a grad student. I started working for the university in exchange for assistance with my tuition."

You nod, feeling the heat leave your cheeks a little bit as you realize you could have a normal conversation with this man, and not just be an awkward mess around him the entire time. When he mentions he's a student, you realize you have something in common with him and try to go from there.

"These mid-terms are going to be the death of me. I have just one more paper to turn in then I can finally breathe, thank God..."

Miguel blows a short puff of air out of his nose seemingly in agreement, but doesn't say anything else.

He's quiet. Truth is you are too, and you're stepping way more out of your comfort zone than you normally would. Amazing what a pair of charming brown eyes could do to you.

"Honestly, if I had to work anywhere on campus I'd pick the library too. Seems peaceful with minimal people around, and everyone's required to be quiet by default. The ultimate dream workplace."

Miguel can't figure out why this stranger keeps talking to him, but you brought up a point he feels he needs to clarify.

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Most people that come in here are loud and inconsiderate as hell. And there's always that one person who hasn't heard of shocking headphones. Always."

The corner of your mouth raises. "God, that would drive me insane. Being a librarian isn't all it's cracked up to be, huh?"

Miguel shakes his head. "No. More like a glorified adult babysitter who knows where the historical fiction section and restrooms are located, and that's about it. That's literally the only two questions I get asked all day." He turns to look at you more fully, this conversation a slight breath of fresh air, the first chance he's gotten in a while to air out his grievances as the night librarian.

He continues, complaining about the horny couples he's had the misfortune of overhearing get busy on the beanbags in the far corner, and the people who leave random drinks and empty chips bags on the shelves and seem to have forgotten what alphabetical order means when they put books back.

You listen to all of it, nodding your head, and let out a cackle at his expressions he's making with those defined, bushy brows of his. He talks with his hands and it's a little endearing to watch him be so animated. This expressive side you've managed to crack through beneath his solemn exterior.

Miguel feels warmth rise in his body at the sound of your laugh for the first time. It's genuine and hearty, and honestly it's funnier than whatever bad quip he just made and he can't help but feel a little more attracted to you after hearing it. You were a good listener, and he appreciated that a lot about you.

You glance at the windows across the room, nodding in its direction with a remark about the weather, how rainstorms are your favorite. He tells you he loves them as well.

Soon, the others have shifted out of the library and he's now sitting in the chair across from you leaning his chin in his hand, listening to you speak as the rain gently pelts the windows outside.

He finds out you're originally from a smaller town, and you came to New York City for college and to escape your overbearing parents. You're 26 years old and trying to finish this Master's degree after taking one too many semesters off. You tell him about your mom who's a bit of a pushover, and your dad who's kind of an asshole.

He tells you he's 29 and has a younger brother who lives on the other side of the city, and his mom is similar to yours. She's kind but tends to set herself on fire to keep her kids warm. Like you, his dad is also a bit of an ass.

You're both introverted, but you can fake it when you need to, which he appreciates, otherwise he never would have been brave enough to say something to you this evening.

You two share a love of education and coffee. You discuss religion.

"I just don't get it, I'm supposed to love this guy and accept Him into my heart because He died for my sins even though I didn't ask Him to do that? But yet if I break any of His rules I get sent to the Inferno for all of eternity?"

"Sounds like a toxic relationship." Miguel quips as he spins your nearly empty coffee cup across the table absentmindedly.

"Exactly!"

You two talk about love as he shuffled some stray books back to their rightful place.

"C'mon, I know you've had to have dated at least once."

Miguel shakes his head. "Well, I did date a girl in high school. Knew her since the 7th grade. But she pretty much ripped my heart out when I saw her making out with one of my buddies on graduation night. I've had a couple dates here and there since then but that's it."

You click your pen. "Damn, so we both have exes from hell that we dated in high school?"

Miguel nods his head. "It would appear we do. I'm sorry you know the pain and annoyance of adolescent heartbreak too."

You shrug your shoulders. "It happens, y'know? It's like one of those things in life you're just meant to experience. It's like, unavoidable you know? And there's nothing you can do about it. What would you call that? Like not a trope per se, but almost like.... destiny?"

Miguel shrugs in return, "Like a canon event?"

You raise your eyebrows. "Yeah... exactly. How'd you come up with that?"

The ghost of a smirk appears on his face, "Just made sense to me, I guess."

You two sit at the table again and he asks about your childhood and you explain that you suffered from anxiety as long as you can remember and he looks at you with sympathetic eyes.

You do your best to try and ignore what feels like his knee pressing against your calf under the table. The thought of touching him sends heat waves through your body, but you remain frozen in place to send the message you're not opposed to more contact. Miguel feels it too, and deep down his leg is falling asleep with the way it's positioned but he's too nervous to move, either.

You both love the nighttime over mornings, and you show him one of your favorite playlists. He smiles at you tenderly as he holds one of the earphones to his ear.

Soon, it's 10:30 pm and he needs to do his closing duties. Luckily, there weren't any patrons who needed his assistance during his whole shift, proving his point earlier. Before he excuses himself, you two sit in silence for the longest time, both trying to gauge if now's the time to say goodbye to one another, but neither of you wanting to actually be the one who does.

Not sure if it was the absence of any light outside, the late hour, the good conversation you two shared, or a combination of all three, but the ripple of attraction you harbored for him has now washed over you completely and morphed into a formidable wave, threatening to take over your whole body, the darkness of this library and persistence of the ongoing storm outside pushing you closer to him.

He's staring at the corner of your laptop, similar feelings ebbing through him, not sure what's got into him. The art of flirting turned itself into uncharted territory for him a longggg time ago.

He finally decided to look at you but you're already looking at him and he snaps his gaze back down onto the bare table below him, silently cursing in his head as a shade of red fluster rises in his cheeks.

You realize you're going to have to be the one to be brave this time again. "Well, this has been fun...."

Miguel scoffs, starting to bounce his leg under the table. "You say that in the most sarcastic tone known to man."

You return with a scoff of your own, adding a smile, "Well I mean, technically you were working this whole time, isn't that boring?"

Miguel shrugs, the heat in his face returning. "You made it more fun..." The volume in his voice decreasing to a murmur.

You look down as well, your heart fluttering in your chest. You really wanted to kiss him. Or just be closer to him, you don't know why. Of course he was cute as hell but after talking to him for hours, there was no denying a spark had formed. You just didn't know whether one or both of you would make the first move to actually do something about it.

Miguel can't believe that he's actually going to try and attempt to ask you to stay longer with him, but he's going to. Just to hang out some more, maybe keep up that amazing conversation you two were sharing just before this. Completely innocent.

Well, if the way the glow from the desk lamp keeps on making your face look so warm and alluring, he's not sure he'll have the strength to shut down any escapades that ensue later, as long as you're completely up for it, of course.

He inhales "Um...so not sure if you have things to do later or..."

You look at him, pupils widening with anticipation at his pending question.

He goes to say, "I was wondering if you wanted to keep hanging out," but it gets combined with the phrase, "Do you want to stay here a little longer," and the word jumbo that exits his mouth is a little incoherent.

"Was wondering if you were wondering to stay and keep hanging longer out?"

You blink rapidly at his blunder, and he groans, placing his face in his hands.

You immediately feel bad for him, shaking your head and sliding a hesitant hand towards his arm. You stumble over your words too sometimes and it's always fucking humiliating when it happens, so you feel no judgement towards him whatsoever. If anything now he's even more attractive. Every little cute thing about him is just pushing you towards him closer than ever before.

Your fingertips skim across the top of the table and press gently into his forearm. He slowly rolls his head to look at you, his cheek resting in his arms as his eyes look at you from behind his glasses which are slightly askew from the way his face is positioned.

His face is still red, but his heart flutters at your sweet smile. "Sorry, my brain just...takes a dump on me when I try to be smooth sometimes..." Miguel mumbles with a weak chuckle, running his hands through his hair.

You shake your head. "I do the same thing...but to answer your question....yes please..." Your voice becomes quieter at the word "please", an trickle of lust you added on purpose, hoping he's picking up on the vibe you're putting down with the way you're gazing into his eyes, your fingers pressed against his arm, the subtle scoot closer you just made with your chair.

Miguel releases a shaky breath, oh, he's paying attention alright. Damn it all if he doesn't take the leap right now. He decides to ask one more time to be sure, slowing down so he gets it right this time.

"Will....you stay longer, with me?" his voice is low, almost a whisper even though it's only the two of you in his dark library, but it's dripping with seduction. A low rumble from the rain clouds interrupts the pause between his question and your answer.

"Yeah..." you say softly back with double affirmation, a sneaky smile forming on your lips. He flashes a dazzling smile back at you, a woozy feeling in his stomach for what's about to happen in the next few minutes.

He excuses himself and goes back to his desk, typing on his computer, the excitement of having you alone making him just type nonsense for the first few moments, wheeling away some carts to the back and stowing a stray book back where it belongs.

It's now 11 pm. Closing time. Miguel turns off all the lights except for his small desk lamp. The clouds are still rolling and rumbling outside with the wind whistling against the windows. Raindrops are still decorating the street. It's a beautifully dark, sensual scene just for the two of you.

He laces his fingers in between yours and leads you to a dark space in between two large bookshelves. His hand is clammy, and he's a little embarrassed about it on the inside but you squeeze it reassuringly. There was literally nothing he could do at this point to make your crush on him go away. The shelves tower over both of you, even Miguel, who's 6 foot 9.

He leans a hand against the shelf just above and to the right of your head. He accidentally pins a piece of your hair under his hand, making you wince a tiny bit.

"Augh.."

Miguel's eyes dart in alarm to search for what he did that caused you pain and he realizes your hair is trapped under his hand. He pulls it away, shaking his hand and flicking his fingers in an effort to free any of your strands from it. "Goddamit...."

He rolls his head backwards in exasperation at his epic failure of having zero game tonight. You hold onto the flaps of his flannel, making him look at you. "Hey, hey come on...it's okay...."

He finally looks down at you and his lips fall open at your beauty, his heart rate speeding up much more quickly now, and he brings a shaky hand to your face. In his mind, he can't help but realize he's being a huge hypocrite, committing the same sins as his horny patrons of getting busy in the library. But seriously though, at least he had the decency to make sure it was after closing when he was off the clock.

You feel your knees go weak as he brings his other hand to your face, pulling down your bottom lip with his thumb. He wets his lips and he leans in pressing his tongue gently in the space he opened in your bottom lip, begging to be let in. You oblige immediately, diving forward into his soft lips, goosebumps appearing on your arms.

Oh fuck....this kiss felt good. He forgot how nice it felt to share intimacy with someone, those feelings that laid dormant for so long rising and nearly bubbling past the surface. It's all coming back to him as he just wills himself to get lost in the warmth of your mouth, the sheer layer of your Chapstick leaving a tasty feeling on his tongue.

You considered yourself decently experienced, but the way his lips move on their own show you he's a force to be reckoned with and you'd be more than happy to sit back and let him handle things...this handsome, geeky, sweet librarian...

The noises you two make as you desperately kiss each other are little shuffles as you bump into the shelf behind you, with an occasional "oh fuck...," from Miguel. Hearing how turned on he's getting causes you to let your first moan escape your lips.

Once he hears it, he needs more. His hands make their way to your ass and hoist you up onto an empty bookshelf ladder and he sets you down on one of the rungs. You grab his shirt in your fists, not tearing your lips away from his.

"Do you care about these?" Miguel says softly, out of breath, his mind running a million miles a minute before his actions can catch up to him, gently pinching the thin material of your tights between his thumb and pointer finger as his palms grip the soft flesh of your outer thighs. You shake your head no, wanting to fuck already.

Then, his hand is in your crotch, ripping a whole right in the middle, tearing away at the fabric concealing your ripe pussy away from him as though it's the cover of a brand new novel. His cold pointer finger hooks behind your panties and pulls it to the side. You gasp loudly as you feel his finger and the cold air hit your soaked heat.

He chuckles, his breaths still coming out in rapid, succession, the baritone hum of his voice only adding to the wetness between your legs.

"Sorry, my hands are cold..." Then you can't believe what's happening when he drops to his knees, spreading you open like a book. His elbows pin your knees against the sides of the ladder, the wood pressing painfully into your kneecaps, but the sensation he gives you next makes you forget about the whole thing.

His tongue glosses over your wet pussy like a finger stroking the edge of a page. His nose tickles the tiny hairs sprouting from it as he takes a deep breath in, the smell of you going straight to his cock. He teases the lips of your pussy for a moment, an agonizing back and forth along the slit...

....back....and..... forth

"God....you're so wet..."

Back.....

"Miguel..." you whimper..

and forth...

"Fuck...." your fingers shake as you ball them into a fist...

before his tongue dips into your wet hole. Your back arches on instinct, making your body lurch forward, accidentally pushing his tongue further into you which he welcomes eagerly by gripping low on your ass to hold you in place.

You shudder and twitch violently, throwing your head back at the insanely divine attention he's injecting between your thighs. Miguel pauses for a moment, tenderly licking the inside of your thigh before sealing it with a kiss as his eyes flicker up to you.

"You okay?...." he whispers.

You release a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding, a slightly empty feeling as the mind numbing pleasure was abruptly switched off.

"Yeah, yeah...I'm okay."

Miguel reassumes his position, tongue fucking you. The soft pad of his tongue fondling the plush walls inside you. He lets out a low groan and he feels you turn to putty in his grasp, his head gently bobbing as his tongue completes lap after lap eating you, enjoying you, savoring you....every drop from that pretty pussy soon seeping out of his mouth and dribbling down his chin.

Your moans grow louder than they ever have, plucking him from his pussy-drunk state. He stands up in a panic and rips off his flannel, bunching it up as his eyes do a quick scan to make sure you're both still all alone.

"Shhhh.....baby, we need to be quiet.....bite this for me."

His angelic face comes up to look at you, his forehead pressing tenderly against yours and your eyes go half lidded at the sight of your arousal glistening down his chin, shiny on his thick neck from the thin flickers of moonlight that have managed to leak through the darkened windows of the library.

You do as you're told, biting his flannel and he stuffed it hastily in your mouth, making a makeshift gag as your eyes water. His elbows assume their position pinning your thighs back and he's back between them again.

You understand why he made you a gag as he goes directly for your clit this time. You yelp, your sound muffled by the fabric. Your nails dig into his shoulders, two perfect handles while you ride his face. The material of his shirt is thin and you feel every muscle ripple under your palms as he moves to keep fucking you with his mouth.

Your clit throbs to near overstimulation but Miguel doesn't relent. He swirls his tongue with low sighs of appreciation, unable to tear himself away from the wet heaven in front of his face.

His saliva and your slick mix together until it's all the same. The love you're dripping onto him and the love he's licking into you becoming a lewd stream of passion. He groans into your pussy as his bulging cock begs to relieve itself of all the cum built up with tormenting ache.

He decides he wants to watch you cum. He gets up, replacing his tongue with his thumb and his first two fingers, pumping into you with a circular rhythm and easing your clit at a torturous pace.

"On me, baby...." he whispers.

Your eyes struggle to stay open as you look at him, a little unsure of what he said. "Mmmm?...." You ask with a high pitched sigh.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me..." he repeats, his own eyes going half-lidded from the lure of your mouth hanging open. "Fuck...."

He abandons his plan momentarily as he rips his flannel from your mouth to kiss you again. You invade his mouth with your tongue and he mumbles your name again in response. You start to taste yourself and then whimper when you realize the pleasure is beginning to become too much.

"Miguel," you pant. "Baby, it's so much...." your breaths begin to hyperventilate.

Miguel gives a low sigh when you say his name, his cock straining once more when he realized he drew you to say it. He tilts his head at you, his jaw open and curls into a smile when he sees how crazy he's driving you.

"Cum f'me, baby. Wanna watch you while you do..."

You try to look at a spot on the ceiling but Miguel interrupts your concentration when he moves his head to keep himself in your vision. The spiciness of this sexy encounter banishing all fears he had before. No, he won't let you look at anything else when you cum.

He gives a loud grunt and clasps a hand over your mouth, fingers turning white, muffling your cry of sweet release as you squirt all over his flannel, your passion causing a few books to collapse from the shelf.

You shake and start to shiver all over as the sweat you produced during all the action starts to cool. Your hands are tingly and numb. Miguel gives a soft chuckle and presses a soft kiss into your temple with his wet lips and another one on your mouth before he returns his tongue to your thighs, collecting any remaining arousal left behind.

You rest your head back on the ladder rung behind your head, reeling in your come down. He smiles and plants a kiss into your thigh before bidding it farewell, then comes up and hugs you, nestling you in his tantalizing embrace, as he rests his cheek in your hair.

"Thank you..." you murmur, only barely sobering up from your high, his musk and cologne delivering you to a whole new state of intoxication.

He smiles down at you in response and holds your face in both hands, running his thumbs along your cheeks.

"See me tomorrow?"

You practically melt at those big brown eyes of his, glasses still slightly askew and the neck of his wrinkled shirt dampened with his sweat, silently hoping you will.

You beam up at him and nod enthusiastically and he chuckles and plants a line of kisses on your neck as you giggle underneath him. After a few soft hugs and another round of delicate kisses, he walks you to the door. Making you promise you'll call him as soon as you get home as a reluctant compromise at his uneasiness of you walking alone in the dark.

He watches you walk away into the night and doesn't stop until he sees you safely board the bus. He turns around and goes back inside the library, shutting off his desk light with a small click.

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heli-writes · 3 months

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Seven summers, part 6.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader

Summary: Every summer, Draco and y/n meet. First, by pure coincidence, then intentionally. Unbeknown to Draco, y/n's a muggle who has no clue he's a wizard. With the rise of the dark lord, how long can this go well?

Disclaimers: Make-out session, allusion to sex, no full-on smut (they're still minors, y'all!)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Series Masterlist

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Sixth summer, July.

The weather in England has been cold and rainy lately. It doesn't seem to be July at all. Y/n longs for those warm, long summer nights outside in her parents' garden, playing cards and drinking bubbly lemonade. Instead, she's clinging to her umbrella and making herself as small as possible so that she doesn't give the wind too much space to attack her with its whipping water. She's waiting for Draco near the entrance of Diagon Alley. She watched several wizards enter and leave the place, but no Draco so far. Y/n wonders if he will actually show up. They've been exchanging letters via owl, as usual. At the beginning of the school year, Draco's letters have been arriving quite frequently but there were less and less letters the last few months. Y/n knows there's been some arguments with his rival Harry and a new teacher. Draco was appointed a certain position in a Club or something. He didn't really tell her what's it about but ever since he's been more reserved than before.

Y/n waits for almost an hour before she gives up. She walks through the pouring rain back to the bus stop. She stops by a Costa and treats herself to a hot cup of tea on the go in an attempt to warm herself up. On the bus, she plugs in her headphones and stares out of the window. She tries really hard not to cry and hopes that none of the other passengers notice th water dwelling in her eyes. When she gets off the bus, her head's pounding from the oppressing of tears. Y/n walks straight home and up to her room, without taking off her jacket and boots. She can hear her mother complaining about the water on the floor, but she doesn't care. She's just dropped onto her bed when she hears the soft clank of Draco's owl on her window. Y/n gets up and sniffs. This guy has some nerve, she tells herself as she walks up to the window. She takes the letter from the owl and throws some dried meat in its direction, a habit she picked up a while ago. She leans back on a chair and reads.

Dear y/n,

I won't be able to make it today. I'm really sorry but there have been some issues in my family recently and my mother needs my support. I hope the whole situation dissolves itself soon.

I'll send you a letter when it's possible to meet again. I hope you can understand.

Draco.

Y/n folds up the letter and puts it in a box beneath her bed where she keeps all of Draco's letters. She writes a quick response and hands it to the owl who is patiently waiting outside. She watches the owl fly away. I must've just missed his message, y/n thinks. Yet still she can't shake the feeling that something is off.

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Draco lets y/n wait for two weeks. Y/n got antsy with every passing day without hearing from him. Eventually, he sends her a letter and proposes a meeting in Windsor Great Park for a stroll and coffee. Y/n is nervous all morning and has to redo her makeup twice after ruining her eyeliner. Again, y/n is the first to arrive. She walks up and down the entrance of the Savill Garden.

"Hey", she suddenly hears behind her. Draco is standing right next to her with a loopy grin on his face. It doesn't reach his eyes, y/n thinks. She smiles at him nonetheless and opens her arms to hug him. Almost hesitantly, Draco hugs her back. It's a bit awkward. "Do you want to go inside?", y/n says and points to the garden. Draco nods. They take the tourist route but there aren't many other people around. It's probably because of the grey clouds that hang low above their heads. They walk along the path between rows of bushes and other plants.

Draco doesn't make an attempt to start a conversation, so y/n does. "So, how's your family? Everything alright? Your letter sounded quite serious.", y/n asks him. Draco shrugs and doesn't answer immediately. "I guess, we're alright. Things haven't been resolved but it will be ok.", he tells her. Y/n nods reassuringly but she feels that Draco does not really believe that last part. "If you don't mind me asking... what happened?", she asks carefully. Draco kicks a stone out of his way. "My dad has been involved in some stuff. He's temporarily contained.", he tells her. Y/n stares at him with big eyes. "Like jail?", she blurts. Draco gives her an angry look. "Yes. My mother did not take it too well.", he replies. "Oh.", is all that y/n manages to say. They walk in silence for a moment. "What about you? How do you take it?", she asks him. Draco shrugs again and does his best to look somewhere far ahead. "Draco...", y/n mumbles and touches his arm. "I'm fine.", he says harshly, "My mother needs all the support she can get. I can't be weak in a situation like this". Y/n steps a bit closer to him and rests her cheek on his arm while taking his hand. "It's not a weakness to feel bad about a situation like that. It only shows how much you care about your parents.", she tells him. Almost instantly, she can feel Draco's shoulders slump down. He turns to her and finally pulls her close. He hides his face in her hair. "I must do everything I can to clear my family's name. One way or another.", he points out. Y/n thinks about this for a moment. "It's not your responsibility. Support your family as much as you can, but don't let the weight of it pull you down.", she replies. Draco shakes his head. "You don't understand... my mother...", he starts. "...is an adult. We're only sixteen, Draco. There's only so much we can do. Somethings we must let the adults handle.", she points out. Draco shakes his head again. "No, my mother can't handle this. I'm the one who has to fix things. I've been chosen.", he tells her. Y/n frowns. "Chosen? By whom? For what?", she asks him. Draco lets go of her. "It doesn't matter. The point is I'm going to handle this. Don't worry.", he says coldly. Draco walks a bit ahead and y/n stares after him. She's got a really bad feeling about this but it's clear that Draco isn't ready to talk about this.

She jogs after him. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. We haven't seen each other since Christmas and I really am happy we're spending time together today.", she announces and gives him a bright smile. She holds out her hand to Draco and looks at him expectantly. Draco sighs and then takes her hand. They continue their stroll and y/n tries to distract Draco with silly stories about school and her friends. She updates him on Olivia's situationship and manages to pry some stories about Blaze and quidditch out of Draco. The atmosphere loosens up a bit and soon she finds Draco genuinely smiling again. They wander deeper into the garden and don't notice how the clouds above them get darker and darker. They're laughing about one of y/n's stories when the first drop landed on y/n's cheek. Draco wipes it away carefully. They look up and notice how armageddon is right above them. Within seconds, it's pouring. Draco pulls her close and uses his wand as an umbrella. However, the wind whips raindrops onto their sides. They rush along the path, deeper into the rows of trees ahead of them. They're almost soaked when they finally find shelter in a stone pavilion.

Y/n is shivering but glad there are still some parts of her that are dry. Draco sits down next to her and puts an arm around her. Y/n nuzzles closer into his side. Draco leans his head against hers. They don't speak and when y/n finally looks up, she immediately meets Draco's gaze. He must've been staring at her for a while now. Immediately, he leans close and they meet in a kiss. For a moment, everything outside the pavilion seems to stop existing. Y/n kisses him back feverishly and grabs his collar. Draco's hand is tangled in her hair and his other hand wanders down her side. Y/n presses her upper body closer to his and Draco pulls her onto his lap. They kiss until they can't breathe anymore. Y/n leans her forehead against his as both of them catch their breath. There are no sounds besides the pouring rain outside.

"Draco?", y/n breathes. "Hm?", he mumbles in response. Y/n's heart leaps in her chest. It takes all her courage to say: "I think I love you". Draco leans back and looks at her with surprise in his eyes. Clearly, he didn't expect a confession of love. Immediately, y/n feels embarrassed. She wishes she could take the words back. "Y-you don't have to say it back. I just thought...", she rumbles but doesn't get to finish her sentence. Draco puts his hand onto the back of her head and pulls her lips against his again. He gives her a deep, longing kiss which leaves y/n breathless once again. When he lets go of her, he looks at her longingly and strokes over her cheek. Then he presses a kiss on top of her head and pulls her into a hug. Y/n feels warm and fuzzy inside and she almost forgets that Draco did not return the confession.

They stay in the pavilion until the heavy rain fades into a soft summer drizzle. Only then, they start wandering back to the entrance of the garden. They part ways rather quickly since the rain started again after some point. However, y/n proposes that he should come visit her soon. Her parents will be visiting her grandparents all the way up in Keswick and will be gone for a couple of days. They put y/n under house arrest for the time being (considering what happened last year), but allowed to have a friend over. They probably thought about Olivia but when y/n asked her, Olivia immediately declined saying that y/n simply must invite Draco. Draco is a bit hesitant to accept the invitation and says that he will have to see how things at home. They both decide to write soon.

On her way back to the train station, y/n has mixed feelings. On one hand she's over the moon about meeting Draco finally again, on the other hand, she's also worried about him. Having a father in jail is already troubling but it sounded as if Draco was ready to do anything to fix that. She wonders if that included more than giving a testimony in front of a court. One way or another, he said. She hopes Draco is smart enough to not do anything stupid, or illegal.

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Sixth summer, a few weeks later.

Anxious. That's how y/n feels as she waits for Draco at King's Cross. Y/n and Draco have been writing back and forth for the last couple of weeks. Draco's been really quiet about his father's situation and y/n didn't push too much. However, whenever y/n brought up Draco coming over, he kept saying it probably wouldn't be possible and that too many things were going on. Which clearly indicates that things haven't been resolved. Surprisingly, Draco sent her a letter a few days ago saying that meeting her would be possible after all. Apparently, his mother and his aunt visit a family friend, giving him a chance to slip away. When y/n got Draco's letter saying that he would be visiting after all, she immediately called Olivia who immediately rushed over. Giggling, they wrote lists and prepared the house for what y/n's parents assumed was a sleepover. It also leads to her parents being quite relaxed about leaving y/n alone for a few days.

Right now, y/n is waiting for Draco to arrive at King's Cross. Obviously, Draco does not take a muggle train. He arrives via floo powder somewhere close but they agreed to meet at the station from where y/n would take him home. Y/n nervously scans the crowd in front of her. Suddenly, she feels a tap on her shoulder. "Hey, there pretty girl.", she hears Draco say behind her. When she twirls around, he is mere inches from her face. "Draco!", she laughs and throws her arms around him. Draco almost drops his bag while trying to keep his balance. Y/n quickly retreats. "Sorry!", she says. Draco puts down his bag. "That's alright.", he tells her and pulls her close by her arms. He hugs her close and hides his face in her hair. Y/n's heart skips a beat. When he lets go of her, he looks over his shoulder nervously. Distractedly, he says: "So, uh... is your house close by?". Y/n tries to see what's behind him or what he's looking for but when he turns back to her, she gives him a bright smile. "We'll have to take the bus.", she tells him and takes his hand. Draco sighs behind her. "You don't happen to have a fireplace, do you?", he mumbles. Y/n laughs. "No, sorry! We have central heating.", she says as she pulls him along with him.

While Draco feels visibly nervous in the station, he relaxes once y/n and him have entered the bus. When y/n asks him why, he tells her that there are probably no wizards here who could see them. Y/n nods understandingly. It's a short walk from the bus station to y/n's house. Her house is one of these terraced houses with white, wooden windows and a small front garden. It's nothing special really but her parents had to save up for it for quite some time and they're really proud to call themselves 'homeowners'. Y/n thinks it's a bit ridiculous but then again she's never bought a house and doesn't even know how much it would cost. Y/n pulls out her keys and opens the door.

She holds the door for Draco. "Ladies first. You can put your shoes over there.", she tells him as she quickly pushes him inside. Ever since they made a turn into y/n's street, she's been the one looking over her shoulder. Can't have the neighbours see her sneaking a boy in. She's pretty sure that the nosy old lady from across the street would just love to tell her parents all about that. Y/n quickly closes the door behind her and pulls off her jacket. Draco is standing in the hallway looking around and feeling a bit out of place. Y/n points past him. "Go on, straight through that door. There's the kitchen", she tells him. They enter the kitchen together and y/n quickly puts the kettle on. "C'mon.", she tells him and leads him to the room to the right. It's the living room which has a small conservatory attached to it. It's her mother's favorite room since it's always bright and open. In the middle, there's a large couch with pillows and blankets. On the left is the telly and a coffee table. "It's cozy", Draco notes as y/n leads him to the coach. "Sit down. I'll make the tea.", she tells him as she rushes off back to the kitchen.

She prepares a tray with tea, mugs and some biscuits. When she enters the living room again, Draco still sits in the same position as she left him. I guess he feels a bit awkward, she concludes. After she pours him a cup of tea, she asks him: "So, what do you think? Is this how you imagined muggles to live like?". Draco laughs and rubs his head in embarrassment. "Actually, I'm not sure what I expected. But it's really nice. I like this room.", he says and points to the conservatory. Y/n pulls one of her legs under the other and takes her tea cup. "Hm, you really had no image in your head how I live like?", she asks. Draco shakes his head. "How do you imagine I live like then?", he replies. Y/n thinks about that for a moment. "I guess I imagine a big house, maybe a villa. An old one, maybe Victorian? I imagine a big staircase right when you enter. Old, but classic and high-quality furniture.", she explains. Draco looks at her surprised. "That's actually not that far off.", he tells her. "I can't imagine your room though. I feel like I can imagine your dorm room better than your room at home.", she says. Draco takes a sip from his tea. "Do you want me to describe it?", he asks her. Y/n nods excitedly. He crooks his head. "Let's see. My room is upstairs, in the East Wing. It has a window facing the East as well so that I can see the sunrise every morning. My walls are painted in a greyish-blue. My furniture is black. When you enter the room, you're standing in front of my bed. Opposite the bed is the window and in front of it is my desk. To the left of the desk, is my wardrobe which is always messy and to the right are some shelves with books.", he describes. Y/n tries to imagine the room. In her head, the room is kind of empty besides the furniture Draco described. "Is there anything else in the room?", she asks. Draco names some quidditch equipment and some other tokens that y/n has trouble imagining. Draco tried to explain quidditch to her one time but y/n fails to truly understand the game. Probably, because she's never seen a person riding a broom.

"Would you like to see my room?", y/n proposes and Draco nods. They walk back to the hallway and up the stairs that are on the left. "My room is all the way up, beneath the roof.", she tells him as they climb up the stairs. Y/n's room is the only room on the last floor. When she opens the room, there's her bed to the left and behind the door is her closet. Right in front of the door are three windows. In front of the middle one, is her desk. On the left is a little reading niche and on the right is a dressing table and a cupboard. A chain of lights is strung from one side of the room towards another. Y/n makes some space for Draco to enter. He looks around the room in silence. "So, what do you think?", she asks. "It suits you. I don't know how I'd imagine your room but this fits you perfectly.", he tells her. Y/n giggles and drops onto her bed. "You think so?", she says. Draco nods and turns around in her room before joining her on the bed. Y/n thinks the sight of him in her room is a bit strange. Like he doesn't quite fit into it. He's dressed in black (like always) and her room is dominated by beige and pastel tones. "Yeah, it's bright and warm. And girly. And cozy.", he replies. Y/n snuggles up to him. "You like it?", she asks him. Draco pulls her closer to him. "Yes. Actually, I like your whole house. Everything is very home-ly.", he murmurs and kisses the top of her head. He pulls her back and they fall on top of the comforter of y/n's bed. Draco turns to his side, pulling her closer to him. Y/n takes in his scent and puts her head on his chest, just beneath his head. Draco's hand finds its way into y/n's hair and he scratches the skin of her skull a bit. Y/n feels how the three magical words lay heavy on her tongue again, begging her to speak them out loud once more. She swallows them down quickly, however. She doesn't want to make a fool out of herself once again.

They lay there for a while and y/n is not sure whether or not she may have dozed off a bit. The room's colour faded to grey indicating that the sun was about to go down. Draco stretches next to her and sits up. "Are you hungry?", y/n asks him. Draco shrugs but y/n knows him well enough that that means yes. They end up ordering pizza and watching y/n's favourite movie. Setting up the telly, Draco is fascinated by the technology and asks a bunch of questions about how it works without magic which y/n definitely can't answer. She lets Draco choose a movie afterwards and they spend the evening rotting on the couch. Eventually, the titles roll and y/n sits up stretching. She peeks over to Draco whose eyes are closed. Did he really fall asleep?, she thinks and pokes his cheek. He wrinkles his nose and opens an eye. "Sleepy? Wanna settle for the night?", y/n asks and Draco yawns and nods. They get up and climb up the stairs to y/n's room. After brushing their teeth, they climb into y/n's bed and Draco pulls her close. Y/n leans her head against his and lets her hand rest on his chest. Draco gently strokes over her back and places soft kisses on her forehead, her cheeks and her nose. Y/n crooks her head and meets him in a soft kiss. It's slow and sweet. Draco puts his hand into her hair and pulls her face closer to him, deepening the kiss. Y/n's heart starts beating faster. They kiss like this for a bit until Draco rolls her over so that y/n lays flat on her back. Draco hovers over her while continuing to kiss her. Y/n puts her hands behind his neck and one of Draco's hands runs up and down her sides. Y/n feels goosebumps forming all over her body. Draco's hand finds the hem of her shirt. His fingers dip under it, softly circling the skin of her hip. He leans his head back for a moment. "Is this okay with you?", he asks. Y/n nods breathlessly, not trusting her voice to say yes. She's expected it to happen tonight. Hell, she kinda hoped it would. Draco pushes his hand under her shirt exploring the warm, naked skin underneath it. Y/n lets her hands run down his back and pulls his shirt up a bit. Draco sits up for a moment and pulls it over his head. Y/n stares up at him in awe. He looks even more pale than usual with the moonlight hitting his skin the way it does at this moment. She sits up a bit and runs her hand down his chest. Draco gently pulls on the neckline of her shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off as well. Y/n swallows. She's nervous. "We don't-", Draco starts but y/n cuts him off by pulling her shirt off as well. Draco doesn't say or do anything for a few seconds. Then he slowly traces a line from her shoulder over her collarbone down to her chest. He leans forward again, kissing her deeply while finally cupping her chest with his hand. Y/n lets herself fall back on the pillow.

She won't worry about anything tonight. Not about her parents or Draco's parents. About whether or not a wizard and a muggle can be together. By the time Draco's hands wander down to her pants, she has forgotten about most of it.

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charlesf1leclerc · 9 months

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Ho first of all i love your stories😅❤️

And second i wanted to request an ollie bearman x reader. Just something like an rainy day with ollie just something really fluffy

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Summary- a short blurb if a rainy day with your boyfriend Ollie.

It was meant to be the summer break, which many sun, tans , days at the beach , swimming , pool parties. But no not today, Mother Nature had different plans for today. It was currently pouring rain, grey clouds and strong cold winds. So you and Ollie had no other choice then to spend today inside because no way are you going outside in that weather. You both were not very good with the cold.

“Well what should we do baby?, because don’t get me wrong staring out the window wishing for the sun to show is fun but we can’t do it all day” Ollie spoke as he came up to hug you from behind as you stared out the window.

“ Yeah… I know it’s just London is always cold why can’t god give us warmth for once” I laughed turning around in his arm.

“ here’s an idea how about a movie day, you pick I’ll make some hot chocolate lots of sweets?”

“ I guess that could work” I agreed

“ ok go get some blankets and get yourself set up in the couch, pick a movie too I’ll be back” he spoke as he walked out of the room into the kitchen.

I had gathered all the blankets from the living room and the bedroom and had laid them out on the couch. And picked a movie out and left it on pause on the tv as you waited for Ollie. “Ok we have two hot chocolates, lots of whipped cream and a few marshmallows, chocolate chip cookies and popcorn “ he grinned ear to ear as he placed everything on the coffee table and he was clearly proud of his selections. He then got under the blankets as you reached forward to press play on the movie and the soft sounds of the film began to fill the room.

“ mm this is really good baby” I spoke taking a sip of the homemade hot chocolate.

“ thanks only the best for you”

You leaned further into him cuddling up to him as he lay his arm over your shoulder allowing you to cuddle further in

“ in my opinion this day couldn’t be any better” he spoke before kissing the top of your head.

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Hope you all enjoyed even though it’s short pls continue to keep sending in your request for my KUWTL series and my other drivers tysm xx

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with rain comes shine

On a rare lazy Sunday morning, Q and Bond luxuriate in each other. Flufftober Fill for 'Rainy day.'

[Read below or on AO3.]

It was a horrible morning in London; the dreariest kind where even the relentless patter of rain seemed to radiate boredom. Thankfully, it was a Sunday without any major incidents so far, so Q could afford to indulge himself in a bit of pointless lounging.

And wasn’t the only one intending to make the most of circumstance.

On the sofa, surrounded by the unkempt clutter of Q’s living room, sat Bond. He was alert and upright even as he read, and next to him, on a coffee table that featured a few more piles of books than it usually would, a steaming espresso steamed pleasantly. The cats were piled together on the armchair opposite, watching him with open bewilderment.

Q sympathised.

Seeing one of the world’s foremost secret agents reading in his dressing gown was quite the thing. It was even better knowing that he did so in a fetching pair of reading glasses. They were tortoiseshell and rounder than Q might have picked for Bond if he’d had to guess at what frames the man wore, but they suited him. They seemed to render him benign, though not boring, and Q was suddenly reminded of one of his old English teachers at school, one he’s had a few good wanks over once upon a time.

“‘Morning,” said Q. “I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

In a move that was only slightly too hasty, Bond pocketed them. “Will my dignity stay intact if I tell you they’re only meant to be fashionable?”

“Oh, no. That’s much worse. Besides, I like them.” He reached into Bond’s pocket and drew the frames out for closer examination. “Rather professorial, aren’t they?”

Bond made a noise that was very close to a growl. He tugged at Q until Q was splayed across his thighs. “Shall I call you a naughty boy, then? Have you been a terrible student?”

Q snorted an ungainly laugh. Once it escaped him, he couldn’t stop it from dissolving into riotous giggles. “For the love of god, let’s never go down that road again.”

“No?” smiled Bond. “You don’t want to dress up as a repressed schoolboy for me?”

“Absolutely not. I was never particularly repressed anyway.”

“I’d noticed.”

Bond’s eyes twinkled, and buoyed by their shared good mood, Q couldn’t help but kiss him. Bond’s mouth tasted of espresso, bitter and hot. He put his book aside on the coffee table and dedicated himself entirely to the task of disheveling Q. They spent a few long minutes necking, though Q was happy for it not to go anywhere too fast. He hadn’t had his tea yet, and he always did his best work after an Earl Grey or two.

When they broke apart, Q turned to the book on the coffee table.

“What are you reading?”

“Hemingway. The Americans do have some redeeming literature.” Bond slipped his hand under Q’s dressing gown and under his rumpled, warm pyjamas. Outside, the rain drummed its constant rhythm. “We would be together…” whispered Bond, trailing a line of kisses down Q’s slender neck before him. “…and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.”

Q tilted his head back and sighed. Bond’s lips were at his pulse, and he could feel the brush of eyelashes at his jaw.

This, he thought, was the epitome of good romance. Bugger the Michelin-starred dinners and the martinis and the four-figure suits. Q would take an untidy morning snog on the couch any day.

“Can I tempt you back to bed, darling?” asked Bond.

Q bit his lip and ran a hand through Bond’s hair, ushering him into leaving a love bite above Q’s clavicle. Then, with only some regret, he drew away.

“Tea first,” Q insisted. “Then you can put those glasses back on and do whatever you want to me.”

Bond laughed and let him go.

As he filled and boiled the kettle, Q mused that it was a perfect morning. They didn’t get many of those. Between all the stress and the absences, all the women in the field, and the complete lack of promises beyond the one that remained constant and true — I will always be here when you call) — a rainy day where they had little to do except savour each other seemed like a holiday. It was an ersatz honeymoon, and all the more precious because both of them would be bored stiff if they had to live this way for more than a day or two.

At the kitchen counter, Bond sidled up behind Q, wrapping his arms around Q’s waist.

“How fast can you drink that tea?” he asked.

Q tutted. “I’ll drink it slower if you keep asking.” Then, placing a slow kiss against the stubble of Bond’s jaw, he proclaimed, “I’m in no rush.”

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the-broken-truth · 1 year

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Ana Meets Black Widow & Bucky Barnes [Platonic Yanderes x OC]

Summary: Ana is working in a cafe in Brazil when an unusual couple comes into the cafe and takes a hazardous interest in her. Can Ana escape the Black Widow and Winter Soldier or is she doomed to fall in their clutches?

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[Brazil - Around The Cafe - Rainy Weather - 5:30 P.M.]

[A Blanket of Grey Clouds consumed the sun and the tears of the heavens fell from the giant sheet - it's been raining for the past few hours and there was nothing I could do about it as I looked out of the Cafe Window where I worked. It was a rather slow day, no one wanted to come into a cafe when it's raining cats and dogs outside - hell, I don't think that they would be able to get through the streets with the traffic that's going on right now. Oh, I'm getting ahead of myself, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ana - I'm a 18 year old psychology student that attends college here in Brazil; I happened to be born here and I was at work but I wish I was at home, rain always makes me sleepy. My dark brown eyes looked out of the window as my hand rested on my cheek while my elbow rested on the glass counter with a bored expression on my face, there hasn't been a new customer in here for hours and it was almost time for my shift to end; I can only pray that it remains this slow until it was time for me to leave and…]

DOOR OPENS, SIGNALING THE BELL ABOVE THE DOOR TO RING

Ana (Thinking as I run my hand through my long red hair): 'I have spoken too soon.'

(I straighten myself up as I reach over to the writing pad on the counter, pulling the pen from behind my ear as I look at the new additions to the cafe..and my eyebrow raises as I lay my eyes on a rather interesting pair. A Man and a Woman. The man had long brown hair with piercing blue eyes and pale skin, he was wearing a black suit with a red tie and his hands in his pockets; if I were a man, I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, or even get into a fight with this man and I'm a black belt in Karate. The woman was smaller than him - which was natural, it would have been strange if she was taller than him - with short red hair and pale skin with piercing green eyes the same shade as an emerald gem; just like the man, she was wearing a black suit with a red tie, black heels, and black gloves. The two of them looked around the cafe before their eyes landed on me - they started at me for a while before the two of them went to the back of the cafe and sat in one of the booths. They began talking to each other in another language but I couldn't hear what they were staying to see what language it was but I knew it wasn't english. The woman kept looking at me before turning to look at the man and continued speaking…that's when the man slowly rose from his seat and walked over to the counter, I looked up to him and gave him a smile as I readied myself to write his order on the writing pad.]

Ana: Welcome, Sir. What can I get you?

Man (Looks into my eyes and doesn't say anything for a while before he speaks with a smirk on his face): I would like two dark coffees with no sugar and 2 creams in each. (Reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet and hands me the money for the drinks but before I hand him his change, he tells me to keep the change before walking away back to his table.)

[I head to the coffee machine and prepare the coffee but I can't get the look that he gave me out of my head - why was he smirking at me like that and why was that woman staring at me while talking to him? Maybe I'm just overthinking this. I placed the 2 hot coffees on a serving platter and walked from behind the counter when my ears picked up on their conversation again and I could hear that they were speaking in Russian. I knew Russian as my brother and I were learning new languages - my brother learning Japanese while I was learning Russian. I stopped walking halfway and listened to their conversation and what I heard made my blood run cold.]

Red-Haired Woman: We have to be careful as to how we go about collecting the girl. She has a life here, a brother, and family, if we aren't careful and just take her then they would be all over us before we could get her out of it.

Long-Haired Man: I understand your concern, Natasha, but we need to do this. For the longest tie, I know that you have longed for a child and when I looked into her eyes, I saw myself and yourself in her. She has your hair, she might not have my eyes or your eyes but we can rewrite her DNA to make her our daughter. We wait for the cafe to close and then we take her, the cops will think she was kidnapped and we will be long out of Brazil before anyone knows that we are gone. Ana will be ours.

[My blood froze at what I heard - these people were planning to kidnap me and make me their daughter. I had to get out of there but I couldn't let the know that I was leaving without going through the front door. I made a plan, I would go through the back door and get in my car before going to the police station and filing a report; I need to make sure I am protected and I need to get to my apartment so I could defend myself. I walked over to the and smiled at them, hoping not to give away the fact I knew what they were planning.]

Ana (Places the coffees before them before tucking the serving tray under my arm): Here are your coffees, Sir and Madam. Please, enjoy.

[Turn on my heel and walk away, feeling the glares on my back as I return to my place at the back of the counter, places the serving tray back on the counter, and go to the back to look for my boss. I find her talking to another one of the employees - my boss was kind, she was understanding and wanted us to be safe when something bothered us, I never bothered her until today but my safety was on the line. I walked over to her.]

Ana: Boss, I need to take to you.

Boss (Turns to look at me with concern on her face): Ana, what's the matter? You look pale as a ghost.

Ana: I need to leave early, I don't feel safe and I think the two people in the cafe are planning to kidnap me.

Boss: What makes you say that?

Ana: I heard them speaking in Russian, saying that they were going to kidnap me when the cafe closed - that means they knew my schedule. I need to get out of here and get the police.

[My Boss looked at me and nodded her head, before peeking out to to see the man and woman talking about me again in Russian and told me to get to the back door, which I did. I crept to the door and closed it slowly so as to not make a sound. I looked at the rain falling from above and ran to my car, unlocking the door, and getting inside, I placed the key in the ignition and looked up, only to see the man standing before my car with a black mask covering his nose and mouth. Wait... I know this man. I heard stories about him.

Ana (Thinking): 'The Winter Soldier....and that would make the woman in the cafe the Black Widow... Wait, if he's here... Where is?'

*Knocking on the car window*

[I look to see the Black Widow standing beside the car with a smile on her face.]

Black Widow: You were smart, Little Ana, but you should have played your part a little bit better. We knew you spoke Russian and walked to escape once you heard our plans. We expected you to get into your car. Now, get out of the car and make this easier on yourself.

Ana (Narrows my eyes): Go to hell. (Turning the key, causing the car to roar to life but for some reason, the car wouldn't turn into reverse gear)

Black Widow (Punches the car window and grabs Ana by the collar of her shirt and yanks her out of the car, throwing her into the wall and trash cans, making Ana slump to the ground): I told you - you aren't as smart as you think you are, Little Ana. (Pulls a syringe out of her jacket pocket and walks over to the dazed Ana) Now, just relax. This will only hurt for a moment.

[Before I could fight back, the syringe was in my arm, the liquid was in my system and the effect was instant. My vision was blurry and I began to black out before I fell to the ground and I knew no more.]

#OC: Ana #black widow #natasha romanoff #winter soldier #bucky barnes #platonic yandere #yandere

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crestfallercanyon · 7 months

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🍂Weekly Tag Wednesday🍂 Thank you for the tag, @ohkate ! I wasn't expecting this — been a while since I’ve done a tag game.

Suppose this is as good as a time as any to kind of introduce myself to this fandom I've ducked into, too, haha

Name: crest (not my actual name but that's all you get folks)

Age: mid twenties

Favorite color: dark or silvery green

What emoji best describes your current mood? 😌 it's the end of a long week, but it's been a nice evening thus far.

What season is it where you are right now? Autumn, a bit rainy where I'm at. It’s nice.

Were you up before or after the sun this morning? Before. It stays dark late, but I was also up early.

Are you currently in possession of a pumpkin? No.

Do prefer to carve or paint your jack-o-lanterns? I've carved them, and I enjoy that, and I love having a candle flicker inside. However, I think I'm a better painter, and it's less mess, so probably paint.

Do you have a favorite pumpkin-spice flavored treat? If so, what is it? I actually do like a pumpkin spice latte, no whip though. it's just a nice cozy drink.

What's your favorite season and what's your favorite pie that you associate with it? I used to say autumn, but I think it might be winter -- what I would call true winter. Frozen lakes and blistering wind chill. I understand to most people this sounds fucking awful, but it makes you feel alive when you step out onto a frozen day and get hit by that cold, where you can walk on dark water because it's frozen solid, and the air itself is crisp and makes your fingertips red, and the world is so quiet but echoes the most smallest of sounds, and the wind hums a tune with its chilly air. I adore true winter.

We're having a pot-luck, what are you going to bring? If you need an entree, then I'll make jambalaya, it can feed an army. More of a side? Either pączki bread or chocolate chip banana bread.

It's chilly outside and you need a hot drink in your hands, what are you drinking? either a cup of coffee with a tsp of brown sugar, or earl grey tea with a touch of milk.

Will you be wearing a costume for Halloween? Is it ready? Probably not. I have earrings I've made, I'll wear those, but I also have a job where dressing for halloween would be entirely inappropriate, so.

Finally, what's something you've made or done recently that you're proud of? Um, I joined my community band, and I’m excited to get to playing an instrument again. It’s been a few years, and I was nervous I’d be terrible, but it’s coming back!

Also know I’m late for Wednesday, but hope it’s okay.

I'll tag a few people, but it's an open tag for anyone who wants to participate, and no one has to participate! enjoy your weekend everybody--

@its-tea-time-darling , @hamartian-cathexis , @qlala , @blue-summers , @michellemisfit

#tag games!#thanks for tagging #tag game #get to know me i guess #and hello if we've never met!

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princexxsena · 11 months

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Do all of them ᐡ- ̫ -ᐡ

Thanks, Naki. That was too much work.

Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love? No, I'm not. Flat White : Coffee or Tea? Coffee, my love. Cappuccino : What’s your middle name? I don't have one. Mocha : Dream Job? Housewife… I'm kidding, Fashion designer. Pumpkin Spice : Dream car? Bugatti Chiron Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Bali, Indonesia. I like Islands, beaches and nature. Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you? Naki, he said he will protect me no matter what. I hope he doesn't end up consuming me. Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone? No. CaramelFrappe : Favorite video game? Genshin impact. Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band? It's hard to choose one song. I have a lot. Same with bands and thanks to Naki the list is getting longer. Iced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days? I like to cosy up with some warm tea or hot chocolate while watching the rain outside. Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person? Yes, very. Caramel Macchiato : You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take? I would take Naki or Kai. Green Tea : How tall are you? 5′ 6 Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action? First thing I would look for a shelter, I’ll make sure I have enough weapons I could fight with and I would collect enough supplies like food, water and medical kits. All that’s left is surviving. Mint Tea : How do you relax? Music, Long walks, bubble baths, Friends. Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games? board games. Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book? Yes, Vogue Japan. I don’t care, it’s considered reading to me. Italian Soda : Describe your dream date. I don’t have a ‘dream’ date. I believe if you are with the right company, nothing else will matter. Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a person. Confidence, Kindness, Open mindedness and creativity. Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine? Yes. Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kiss. My first kiss was during a summer vacation with my best friend and I was the one who initiated it, it was a small peck but it was the end of the world to him. It didn’t end well. Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy? Vanilla and sandalwood.

#ask #about

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pjmparadise · 1 year

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thank you for the tag @luaspersona ꒰ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ꒱

15 THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY <3 (in no particular order)

1. fashion !! i love fashion!! i like watching videos of outfit pairings, runway shows, or just look through tumblr or pinterest for outfit inspiration. i like watching fashion hauls <3

2. watching new films. i love film and i have such a good time watching movies by myself. im such a letterboxd gal i will always log in my movies and organize my lists by color or by ranking and it's just so fun to log my films and look back on the commentary later on. i will rewatch anything and later search up movie scripts :p

3. collecting bts photocards!! im a jimin collector so i have a full collection of his album pcs (of my choosing, i don't collect every single one only the ones i really like) and im currently in my dvd collection era so that's really fun!! im not active in trading or buying like i was a few months back but it's still fun and im a part of that community <33

4. reading !! i love to read. i've always enjoyed reading and it's what pushed me into the writing world. i have a tremendous amount of love for literature as a whole. i try to set little goals for myself so i can read the way i used to and it brings me solace to read something new that is able to capture feelings i can't bring myself to write.

5. writing of course!! since i was very young i enjoyed writing. i used to write fanfics when i was in middle school and i used to publish on wattpad and other little sites and eventually as my interest in the fandom i wrote for died out, i stopped writing as often. but still, i enjoy writing little poems occasionally and most recently upon returning to the fanfic world due to bangtan, i found myself wanting to write again. it's definitely been a challenge again but it's a great outlet and it allows me to channel my creativity.

6. hanging out with my family & partner. i am very lucky to have an army sibling i can talk to and relate with about bts. we're both fanfic readers and she's my supportive reader and brainstorm friend. i have a lovely partner that is also supportive in the things i like. so anytime im with them is a happy time.

7. drinking hot cocoa or coffee on cold days. i love a hot drink but i enjoy it even more on cold days as it allows me to romanticize my life a little lol

8. walking outside during the fall. i like going to parks and reading under a tree or just laying in the grass looking up at the sky. i can do it alone or with company, it makes me happy either way!

9. listening to music on my CD player !! my partner bought me a CD player when i told them about proof dropping and how some of the songs were not on streaming services so now i have something to play all of my bangtan albums on and listening with my headphones just feels so different. it's definitely nostalgic.

10. smoking weeeeeed. i smoke often and it brings me peace and comfort and helps a lot with my anxiety so i tend to smoke and mellow out but also i enjoy the high it's fun it's a good time (most times than not)

11. playing with my cats! im a cat person and we have a lot of cats here at home and they're so playful and sweet and i like spending time with them and carrying them, letting them nap on me or just rubbing their little heads while they purr on me. they bring me comfort and will always cheer me up when i need it the most <33

12. driving to a good playlist. i don't really like driving but if i'm listening to a nice playlist and it's grey outside or rainy or if it's the morning time and the sun is coming up and the grass is dewy and everything looks golden, then the drive is dreamy and i enjoy my solitude with the music and the scenic drive.

13. bangtan!!!! of course of course they make me happy. they are so sweet and wholesome and bring me so much joy. i don't know what life felt like before them but i know i don't ever want to live that way again. even as they go their own ways, knowing them has been such a great impact. the discovery of this group has brought meaning to my life as im sure others can relate and their music is so healing, so comforting and so sincere. bangtan forever <33 :")

14. sleeping :p i love sleeping even if my sleep schedule is currently in shambles.... when i sleep i sleeeeep

15. chatting with new friends!! hanging out with my friends! i don't have a lot of friends irl but the few i do, i love seeing them and just doing little mundane things with them like going to run errands or baking cookies in the evening. i like being around the people i love. i also love making new friends through similar interests because i loveeee to talk about the things i fixate on lol

anyway!!! thanks for reading this if you did!! 💘🫂

tagging some of you but don't feel obligated to participate!

tagging: @aamalaaa @btsgotjams27 @here2bbtstrash @bngtnbrat

#pjmparadise tag #tag game #about me

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crazyblondelife · 4 months

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Living Life in Color

As I’m sitting here writing this post, the sun is streaming through my window and it feels so good! It has been the weirdest, most grey January I remember in years and I’m so glad this month is coming to an end! I know that may sound negative, but I’m really needing some warmth and time outside! Last night, we had a fire in our outdoor fireplace for the first time since Christmas and it felt so good to just be out under the night sky and feel the warmth of the flames. It’s either been to rainy or cold (or on a few occasions…warm) to have a fire and it’s really one of my favorite things to do! After a fun but busy weekend celebrating Bristol’s (our grandson) third birthday, I was ready for a little downtime! I made a delicious shredded Honey-Soy Glazed Chicken in the slow cooker along with coconut rice and we ate outside watching the fire crackle and spark and it was just what I needed!

Ahhh but it’s Monday again and I’m right back at it…going a hundred miles an hour, but at least the sun is shining!

Last week, in an effort to bring a little color to these short grey days and boost my mood, I decided to step out of my (winter) box just a little and I put together this colorful look! It’s funny because it reminded me so much of something my mom would have worn with the exception of the lug sole loafers! She really loved pink and light blue and wore those colors all of the time!

About the look…

So…in addition to what I’m already doing everyday, I’ve have become a Cabi Stylist! I decided to do this because I was buying Cabi every season and each time I wore any of the pieces on social media, people wanted to purchase and it just seemed like an easy transition for me! The clothes this season are so much fun and there are so many pieces that I love! Now, I’m able to wear them and sell them and that’s a win/win for me!

Cabi is such a great company that’s all about women supporting women. They even have a foundation that provides micro loans for women in third world countries and have begun building schools as well! I love knowing that I’m part of a company that wants to give back!

The pink sweater I’m wearing in these pictures totally inspired the outfit (along with my mom) and it’s such a versatile piece! Made of cotton with a v-neck, this sweater will take me into spring and even summer! It’s going to look great with white jeans and so many other things and when the weather gets too warm, I’ll throw it over my shoulders for an accent with a blouse (this sweater is another one of my favorites)! I’m actually wearing a medium in these pictures because it’s the size that came with my sample set, but I really don’t mind that it’s a little oversized. Normally, I would wear an extra small, but if I were to order this, I would probably get a small (just to let you know about sizing)!

Be sure to take a minute to look at the Cabi website to see the full collection and send me an email or comment below if you have any questions about sizing or anything else! I’ve gotten to know the collection pretty well by now!

I paired my pink sweater with wide leg jeans (these are similar), my Gucci lug sole loafers (these are really comfy now but it took a while to break them in), a blue and white striped blouse from Loft and my Tory Burch bag that I purchased in NYC over Christmas! I really love this outfit and got so many compliments all day long!

When I’m out and about taking pictures, it’s fun to have a prop…something to hold because it’s seems more natural than just standing there! I stopped by a local coffee shop close to where we took these photos and got a Mexican Mocha…it was so delicious and has now become my new favorite coffee to order. I also tried my first hot Matcha the other day with honey and lavender syrup…omg it was so tasty! Since it’s been really cold, I’ve been drinking more coffee and have several little coffee shops that I like to stop by depending on which direction I’m going!

I’d love to know how the weather has been where you live? I see people posting in sleeveless dresses from warmer clients and wonder if I need to move to Florida! I do like the seasons, but for some reason this year, I’m just over winter! My thoughts have turned to planting my spring flowers and herbs, Easter and going to the beach! What about you?

I have several new recipes coming your way this week as well as some ideas for Valentine’s Day! I hope you’ve enjoyed this post and I hope you have a great week! Happy Monday!

#Cabi Sweater #Cabi Spring Collection #Colorful Fashion #Outfit idea #Outfit of the Day #Fashion

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imo-chan-imagines · 3 years

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『 As your boyfriend | BNHA Headcanons 』

From the good, to the bad, to the downright adorable.

Characters: female!reader, Aizawa Shouta

Tags/warnings: Boku No Hero Academia (anime), 18+, explicit descriptions of sex, smut, fluff, soft dom Aizawa, relationship, headcanons

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Right, so I'm simping for this man biG TIME, but I'm only on season 3, so no spoilers or anything, please. This is my first BNHA post (and it turned out way longer than I was intending 😅) Please let me know if you want more in the future!

Also, I have a repetitive strain injury, so typing stuff is taking a while at the moment. Sorry about that. Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ ~Imo

☆ Aizawa Shouta ☆

I'm not going to lie. Shouta can be a big ol' grouchy pants sometimes, and it's basically impossible to win an argument against him makes you want to tear your hair out, sometimes

But most of the time, he's just tired and in pain, and he doesn't mean to be so crotchety

He's not the type to make excuses, though. That's childish. He means his apologies, even if they're simple

He'll normally initiate an apology by gently wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his forehead on your shoulder 🥺

Physical contact is incredibly personal and intimate for him. He doesn't just touch anyone, or allow them to touch him

You're special 💞💫

Soft, gentle touches, like his fingers interlacing with yours, or his leg brushing up against you, are basically his way of saying 'I love you'

Catch me crying in the corner, a'ight? 😔

He rarely ever raises his voice. Like, ever he doesn't need to, and is aware that it can be scary

He's definitely the kind of guy to forget to tell people that you're dating, simply because he doesn't see how it's relevant or anyone else's business 🤦‍♀️

I mean, he ain't wrong, but–

And his mood switches between 'antisocial' and 'clingy' like a mechanical metronome did someone say 'cat'?

Sometimes, you'll be lucky if he speaks more than three words to you together in a whole day nothing personal 🤷‍♀️

But on other days, he literally won't let you out of his arms for the world he's complicated, okay?

You have missed many a parcel delivery because he wouldn't let you get up from his lap to answer the door 🙄😂

Boundaries and responsibilities are key and highly respected by Shouta, and he would NEVER erase your quirk without your permission, unless he literally had no other choice like someone's going to get hurt, or something

Is generally quite serious so what's new? but you're one of the few people he can relax around when he feels like it

9/10 of his jokes are dad jokes 😎 hell yeah

Takes a hard stance in financial debates, but is constantly broke af 😶 says he'll buy you dinner and presents you with some instant noodles with a 'Reduced To Clear' sticker on them

Will take a bite of your food/steal some off your plate without asking, and literally say nothing to defend himself #gremlin

Is incredibly shy and uncomfortable about being ~le horny~ until you've been together for literally forever

Even then, he's still shy about it when he has to bring it up and it's pretty cute, let me tell ya

It took him forever to admit to you that he gets turned on when you eat ice lollies

Guess what you do whenever you want to mess with him like a little brat 😛

But if he's in the mood, he will 100% whisper something dirty in your ear, even if you're completely alone and probably well past third base

He does it because he knows your pussy will clamp around him at the sound of his voice 😳🥵

*fans self profusely*

Genuine, unadulterated smiles are rare with Aizawa, but when he does 🙌 Heaven hath opened its gates and allowed an angel walk amongst mere mortals 🥺🤧

If he lays his head on your chest, he will fall asleep like that *snaps fingers*

Surprise nose and forehead kisses to show he loves you ❤

Calls you 'Kitten' this is basically already canon at this point

And he's all about those deep talks with you at 3 am when he can't sleep

Speaking of insomnia!

It's cheesy, but you're like a soothing balm. The warmth of your body makes him feel safe, your touch helps him relax, and your voice soothes him to sleep

He's never slept as well as when you're beside him 😭🤧

When cuddling, he likes to be the big spoon but will accept being the little spoon if you if you press your boobs against his back and ask really nicely 🤭

And he loves you stroking his hair and running your fingers through it 🥺

Netlix nights and pillow/blanket forts!!

Rainy days are a godsend. Staying inside all day under the blankets, with the soft sound of the rain falling outside and no-one to interrupt you – literal paradise

He makes mean hot cocoas and Irish coffees 😋 I feel like this man lives off Irish coffees 😂🤣

Wears a lot of black and grey sweatpants at home 😗 which highlight the outline of his dick just right, if ya know what I'm sayin' 👀

Doesn't like going out for dates and prefers staying inside and doing stuff together same, honeyy

But if you really like going out, he will somewhat begrudgingly agree to it and get all dressed up for you, just so long as he gets his fair share of home-dates, too 🤗

But if you also don't like going out... the two of you will basically never leave the house, except to get groceries in your pyjamas from the 24-hour convenience store down the road at one in the morning oddly specific, I know, but you get me

And sorry, but I don't make the rules

Well, actually, I do. But shush

We all know that Shouta cleans up *chef's kiss* So when you go somewhere ~fancy~ he always looks so damn fine 😩

But he has very little idea that he's hot he sees himself as a tired, walking dumpster fire🚶‍♂️🔥

Shouta will 100% turn into a crazy cat dude with 15+ cats if you don't stop him I never said you should, though 🙃

And is a 'minimalist texter' – basically, if he can't answer a text with 'yes', 'no,' 'maybe', or 'OK', then he probably won't answer it at all 😭😂

Especially if you try and sext him or send him your nudes while he's at work. He'll probably lecture you when he gets home and depending on just how much you turned him on, he might proceed to teach you a lesson...

But wear his shirt, and just his shirt or his hoodie and he's yours

Heart eyes, motherfucker 😍

And, depending on how you two are feeling that day, you may or may not end up getting dicked down on the nearest semi-flat surface right then and there 👀

But don't misunderstand. This is an incredibly tired man you have here, and his libido actually isn't through the roof sorry, ladies so this kind of thing isn't an everyday occurrence

But when he dicks you down, he dicks you down goooood

Shouta's not big on PDA, but makes up for it in private. We're talking hands and kisses all over your body he leaves nothing unloved 😏

And while he's not big on PDA, he is big on sneaky displays of affection or 'SDA', as I like to call it

Like subtly grabbing your butt for a second, or his hand on your thigh under the table at a dinner etc. especially around other people

But what really gets him going is slowly removing your clothes and taking you fully naked, spreading your legs wide and holding them open he likes the view 😍

He lowkey highkey worships your body 🙏 and will literally not shut up about how fucking pretty you are, and how fucking good it feels inside you his words, not mine 😳

Groans and growls a little when he's getting close/cumming especially when he's being a little rough and likes to cum together, but knows it's not always practical

He tends to be a gentle dom, but can get just a teensy bit 🤏 rough if he's too into it – but nothing outrageous

We're talking rough thrusts and a brutal pace, maybe holding onto you a little too hard and, waaahh, he gets so embarrassed if he leaves bruises

Is also into a little bondage, but again, only light stuff – restraining your wrists with his hands or his tie or his Capturing Weapon 👀 maybe blinding-folding you if you're okay with it

If you're not blindfolded, then I'm afraid he's all about that eye contact

Eating out your pussy? Eye contact. Pounding you into the mattress? Blazing eye contact. Rearranging your guts in front of the mirror? Fucking eye contact

And CONSENT, BABY. THAT'S WHAT HE'S FUCKING INTO 😌🙌💞

But all jokes aside – he's too used to taking without consent with his quirk, that he's kind of paranoid about it comes to sex but it's adorable and sweet, and honestly, still kind of hot

And speaking of eating pussy – goddamn does he like to please you. Like cream to a kitty 😛

Oh, and he just loves it when you suck on his fingers as he's pounding into you 🤤

And he likes to leave love bites in personal, inconspicuous places and sometimes on your neck

He's marking his woman 😌

When he gets suuuper horny, he likes to fuck you from behind, standing upright in front of the mirror. It's a specific kink he has of watching himself stretch you out as the length of his cock disappears inside you...

I can get behind that, lemme tell yaaa

I said he tends to be dominant, but female doms – fear not!

Shouta is quite flexible when it comes down to it and is kind of lazy, lmfao so he definitely has time for laying back, having the control taken away, and having his dick ridden

For him, it's really all about communication and what you're both comfortable with

I will say this, though: sometimes, his cat watches you while you're banging 😅😂

The first time it happened, you freaked out and refused to continue because – how could you??? But eventually, you just kind of got used to it 🤷‍♀️

The same way you've got used to it following you to the bathroom every time you go to take a shit 😭

So now, you just kind of laugh about it, which helps keep things a little lighter 🤗

After sex, he does like to snuggle, but you'll be lucky if he stays awake for more than 30 seconds it's one of the few times he actually can sleep well

If you're ever out and about, or even inside, and cold, he'll wrap you up in his clothes/scarf/blanket like a sushi roll like Eren wrapping up Mikasa in his scarf, all deadpan and everything 😐

It's not that often, but when he gets drunk, he gets all soft and emotional, and starts babbling about how he can't believe he got so lucky to be dating you, and that he's sure he hasn't done anything to deserve it mah heart

He's pretty sure he wants kids, but he doesn't feel like now is the right time, and is lowkey afraid that it's never going to feel like the right time

He also constantly doubts himself, wondering if he'd actually able to look after them and protect them the way a father should class 1-A got him second-guessing himself 🥺

Besides, it's not all about him. You clearly have a say in it too, and he doesn't want to force you into anything

Again: communication and comfort zones

Dating Aizawa definitely has its ups and downs, and it's not smooth sailing, but he's prepared to work for a life with you because he's found a connection with you that he hasn't feel with anyone else

He knows that you're both far from perfect, but hopes that, for once, you might just make something good, and make it last 🥰😇

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 3 years

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Under the grey skies

Summary:

concept: the sky is covered in grey clouds and there’s a soft roll of thunder as rain falls on our windows. i hold you as you sleep as our cat joins us, curling up at our feet. we’re together, and i’ve never felt safer

WARNING: fluff

PAIRING: harry styles x reader

Harry Masterlist | my whole ass main masterlist

Author note: idk harry's cat name so we'll call her Millie.

Request for harry are closed! Don't send me any pls!!!!!

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission.

Comment and reblogs welcome!

Thunder rumbled in the distance from your house. Rain fell softly outside, hitting the glass window as it came down out there. You sat right on the couch with a book in your hands and a blanket around your body trying to stay warm and cozy.

Harry on the other hand was in the kitchen. He was making hot chocolate for the both of you to enjoy on this rainy, slow day. He turned off the kettle and poured the hot water into both his and your mug before adding the chocolate to it.

He stirred it until it was all mixed up. When it was, harry brought both mugs to the living room where you were.

"here you are darling." He extended your cup for you to take. You grinned as you grabbed it from him. "Thanks haz." Harry mumbled a your welcome before he walked over to the other end of the couch and got under the tiny blanket.

His cold feet pressed up against your leg made you yelp. Harry looked at you with a grin knowing damn well his feet are freezing like ice. "What's wrong love?"

A groan left your lips. "Your feet are freezing harry. Get them off me." You nudged his feet with your thigh, trying not to waste your hot chocolate in the process. Harry laughed in his cutest way. " 'm sorry."

You rolled your eyes as you took a sip of your drink. "Yeah, your sorry." You sat your cup on the coffee table and went back to reading your book. Harry did the same. As you both read the storm outside became a sothing sound that made both of your hearts relax and your minds to stay focused on your books. Reading lasted for about 30 minutes before you started to grow tired. All the rain must have been making you want to fall asleep.

You closed your book, sat it on the coffee table before you got up crawling down to harry. Harry looked down at you as you rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes.

"tired?" Harry asked, kissing your temple. You simply nodded before you tried to doze off. Harry softly beamed at you before sitting his book down. He wrapped his arms around you deciding he was going to go to sleep as well.

Before Harry could fall asleep with you, his car of 4 years millie jumped up onto the couch with you both. She rested her little body on your leg, falling asleep.

Harry shutted his eyes and fell right asleep to the soft rain and thunder in the distance. He couldn't ask for a better moment.

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@hazgoldenstyles @captainamerica-is-bae @marvelnaturalock

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot

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xiaoyunenigma · 3 years

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Coffee Break (ChaseXCharlie)

A/N: I'm tired and stressed szksjxhsh because everything went wrong so I made this comfy fluffy chapter for me and everyone having a bad day😫❤️✨

Ps:I love rainy days, it's just so relaxing. 👉👈

Daily reminder that you should drink some tea/coffee/FAV drink and relax before you continue your daily life✨❤️

Muah, love yall and enjoy~

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Gentle pitter-patter on the glass pane made Chief sigh in content as he rested his chin on his elbow, the man staring out at his porch with a retrospective look. His kids were in the bunker, happily interacting with the Rescue Bots. That left the aging father some time to relax and enjoy the quiet hours after his shift of patrol ended.

Exhaling slowly, Charlie Burns continued to stare outside until he felt a gentle embrace from behind, taking him out of his daydreaming.

"What are you thinking, sir?"

It was Chase in his holoform.

"Oh, didn't hear you coming in." Charlie said, dropping his head to Chase's neck, nuzzling deep.

"Are you well, Chief? You seem to be be...cuddling CLOSE-NOT THAT I MIND, O-OF COURSE!" Chase immediately cleared things up, stuttering as he feared that the man would be offended.

"Nice save, partner...and no, I'm just....resting."Charlie sighed again, successfully making the mech even worried.

Chase tenderly placed his hands onto the chief's forehead before retracting it.

"No signs of fever; you aren't ill. I believe this is what Cody refers to as Monday's blues...but today's Friday." Chase mused but didn't let go of the man, choosing to envelop him with a bear hug.

"I'm tired." Charlie mumbled, greying eyebrows furrowed as he spoke. "I'm getting so old... Perhaps Griffin Rock would need a new Chief soon..."

"Someday, but that day isn't now or ever." Chase growled, tightening his grip on Charlie's chest. "Please Chief, excuse me but with all due respect, you are the most capable man to be in this mission.....and I don't wish to have a new partner that quick;I would like to spend more time with my favourite human."

"Favourite huh?" Charlie blinked up with happiness, staring at mech, who had a tint of pink dusted on his face.

"Besides you, Cody comes in close second." Chase added before diving in to give a quick peck on Charlie's lips. "No more sighing, love."

"I know, I know. Gotta be strong..." Charlie let out a yawn, unable to hide his tiredness. "Thanks Chase. For the record, you are my favourite too...besides Cody."

"It seems like we both have a common understanding for doting over Cody." Chase smirked, happy to get a positive reaction from his lover.

Slowly prying away his hands, the ravenette went to the pantry and got out two mugs from the drawer and set them on the counter before retrieving two sachets of instant cocoa. Pouring them inside each mugs, Chase carefully poured hot water into them as he remembered the steps Cody had taught him weeks ago.

'Remember to add marshmallows...' Chase thought to himself as he placed the fluffy sweets over the drink. Nodding in satisfaction of his work, Chase brought the two porcelain mugs over to the window area and handed one to Charlie.

"Hmm-Oh, for me?" Charlie jumped in surprise. Taking over the drink, the greying hair man took a sip of his warm drink and let out a satisfying groan.

"Ah...perfect." Chief responded, subconsciously leaning towards his blushing partner.

'I must remember to thank Cody for this tiny detail later!' Chase made a mental note.

"Thank you Chase, that was very sweet of you." Chief said, turning towards the man and beamed with delight. "I do enjoy fuzzy beverage on a rainy evening. You're a lifesaver sometimes, do you know that?" Charlie hummed and took another drink, moustache touching the froth from the hot cocoa.

"I am a Rescue Bot, it is my duty to save lives." Chase replied, also enjoying his hot drink. "And you're welcome, sir." Chase smirked and cuddled closer, watching the raindrops rolling off the window with Charlie by his side.

"Perfect evening activity, especially when you're with a loved one." Chase whispered as he felt his shoulders getting heavier. Turning to his left, the police bot could only smile in adoration as he saw the single father dozed off on his shoulder, snoozing in content.

Sighing, Chase shifted closer and hugged the man, letting the sleepy officer to lie on his chest for the rest of the hour.

#chch #charlie burns #CharlieChase #Transformers #transformers rescue bots #chase rescuebots #Chase #Fanfic

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chaotic-tired-bastard · 3 years

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Coffee for Two

Coffee Shop AU for Nori and Bofur!!!

It was a rainy day. Bofur usually liked rainy days, they always made him feel like sitting down and carving something with a hot cup of coffee or cider by his side. But he couldn’t do that, not today. Because today, he was working. Well, not really. There hadn’t been anyone in the café for at least an hour.

He was utterly and completely bored out of his mind. When he offered to fill in for his brother, Bombur, at his café, he thought it would have been a breeze. Bofur got along with people well, it was one of his many natural traits that made him all the more likeable. But being in an empty coffee shop for an hour isn’t the most entertaining thing ever. Especially when you’re the only staff there.

Had he not been working; he would have pulled out his phone and been playing on it for at least thirty minutes by now. But he didn’t, because his phone was in his (temporary) locker, along with his rings and gloves. He was thankful that he had been allowed to keep his hat, at least.

He was contemplating heading into the back to get his phone when he heard the rev of an engine. He looked from where he had just finished restocking the cream to see someone ride into the parking lot on a motorcycle. He frowned, thinking, Poor soul. Even I’d not like to be caught outside in this weather.

He watched the owner stumble to the door and mentally prepared himself. Usually, soaking wet people aren’t the politest, even on the best of days. But, regardless, he had to stop himself from sucking in a deep breath at the sight of the man.

His hair was soaking, but still held up in its braid; a single one running down the middle of his head. His wet hair must have been originally an orange-brownish colour, but at the time it looked more to be a soggy brown. He had a small, but well-groomed beard. He was dressed in figure-hugging black jeans, a grey t-shirt, a loose leather jacket, and black combat boots. He was a sight, and definitely not a bad one.

His sharp, amber eyes scanned the room and came to a rest on Bofur. He gave him a quick once-over before approaching the counter. “Are ya still open?” He asked Bofur, his Scottish lilt making Bofur repress a shudder.

“Aye, we are. Can I get ya anything?” Bofur replied.

The man gazed at the board hung up behind Bofur, studying what there was to have. Finally, he said, “I’ll have an Iced Latte, preferable with a shot of whiskey if you have any,” he said, starting to fish around in his pocket for his wallet.

“Aye, I can do that. What’s the name for the order?” Bofur asked, praying that he wouldn’t trip over his words like he usually did with attractive men.

The man pulled out his wallet and stared at Bofur. “Uhh... Nori,” He cautiously said.

“Alright, Nori, I’ll have this out in a jiffy,” Bofur said, smiling.

Nori handed Bofur ten dollars and he got to work. Nori went to a small table and pulled out his phone. Bofur would have liked to stare at him, but he had a coffee to make.

It didn’t take too long to make Nori’s order. On a normal day, it would have been around ten minutes. Today, however, it only took five. When Bofur finished, he poured it into a cup and wrote on it, ‘Nori’, trying to keep his usually scratchy handwriting neat.

He decided that, seeing that three were no other vehicles in the parking lot and that there weren’t any that were going to appear soon, he should make himself a drink. And he did just that. He filled his cup with hot water and put a teabag into it. He usually didn’t go for tea, but this type was the only exception. He capped their cups and walked over, a cup in each hand.

Nori looked up as he approached, suspicion flashing in his eyes as he caught sight of the extra cup. “I only ordered one,” Nori cautiously said as Bofur sat in the chair across from him.

“Ya did. This one here’s mine,” Bofur said, setting Nori’s cup in front of him and taking a sip of his own.

“Oh,” Nori said, taking a sip of his coffee.

His eyes went wide. “Wow. How is this so good? Are ya a wizard or somethin’?” Nori asked, looking at his coffee in shock.

Bofur laughed. “Ah, no, I’m not a wizard. I just have lots of experience with this sort of thing. And I used good whiskey, not the cheap trash kind,” He chuckled, bringing his tea to his lips and sipping.

“Aww, I happen to like the cheap trash kind,” Nori teased, smirking.

“Well then, my friend, I think that’s a you problem,” Bofur teased right back, smiling warmly.

Nori frowned. “I just met ya. And I have no idea what yer name is,” he said, peering over his cup.

“Well, I can’t have that! I’m Bofur, Bofur Broadbeam. And I never got yer full name?” Bofur said, reaching out his hand for Nori to shake.

Nori shook it and replied, “I’m Nori Rison. It’s nice to meet ya, Bofur,” his eyes glimmering with something unknown.

Bofur decided that he wanted to figure it out.

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Bofur didn't expect to ever see Nori again. But he kept seeing him everywhere. He noticed that Nori frequented a favourite pub of his, as well as the same grocery store and same library. How had he not noticed him till now?

The first few times, he didn't say anything. He didn't want to look like a creep, especially not to one of the most handsome men he had ever met.

The second time, though, Nori saw him. They chatted for a while about something until Nori got a notification on his phone. He read it and frowned. They then bid each other goodbye.

Each interaction left Bofur's head spinning. He didn't mind it, though. Neither did Nori, he assumed, because he would sometimes seek Bofur out while at places they normally met at. Bofur had seen him peeking in Aisles at the grocery store and looking for him at the bar. Bofur wasn't guilty of this as well, definitely not. Okay, fine, sometimes he did.

But what was the harm in it? Nori was handsome and funny and smart... but that didn’t mean that Bofur couldn’t be friends with him. And maybe, if he got lucky and scored a date with him, that wouldn’t be all that bad.

꧁☕꧂︎

It had only been a month since Nori had met Bofur, and he was already in love. He was in love with his twinkling eyes, his intoxicating, even his stupid hat. That had scared him at first; it had taken an entire week for him to be able to face Bofur with this in mind. Since then, Nori had started his subtle advances; buying Bofur beers, giving him a new whittling knife, finding him that type of tea he liked, and so much more.

But Bofur hadn’t responded in any way that proved that he was interested! So here Nori was, sitting at a corner table at a bar and calling his brothers for help, something he never thought he would do. He sat for a few rings before he heard Dori pick up the phone. “Nori? Did you get in trouble with the police again?” Dori sighed; Nori could almost hear him facepalming.

“No, Dori, I didn’t. Is Ori there?” He asked.

“Mhm. I’ll put you on speaker.”

“Hi Nori!” Ori called, making Nori huff in amusement.

“Hey. So, it might seem...unusual... but I need yer help,” Nori said.

He could hear Ori fall off of whatever he was sitting on, probably the couch. “Nori, what on earth would you ever need our help with?” Ori cried, probably from the floor.

“SHH, you’ll tell the whole world! And I need advice,” Nori hissed.

“What do you need advice on?” Dori asked, keeping his voice at a comfortable volume.

Nori flushed red. “I need relationship advice. You both have had relationships; you have to have some wisdom to pass on!” He sighed, putting a hand on his red cheek.

He could hear Dori repressing a snicker. “Okay, so here’s what you’re going to do...”

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Bofur sat at the pub booth, twiddling his fingers as he waited for Nori. His gift lay in his lap, cleverly covered by his jacket. He hadn’t been too worried when Nori called, asking to meet up, and he wasn’t worried now. Actually, thrilled would be a better word.

Nori seemingly appeared from nowhere and sat down across from him. Bofur smiled brightly and Nori returned it, although a bit more shyly. "So... I'm guessing yer wondering why I wanted to meet..." Nori said, looking at his hands.

Bofur hummed in agreement. Nori took a deep breath and said, "Well, I'm in love."

Bofur felt his heart stop. How... how? How could he be so unlucky to fall for someone who had already fallen for someone else? "Aye?" He said and forced a smile, trying to be supportive.

"Yeah," Nori said, not meeting his eyes and smiling shyly.

"Who is it? Do I know them or did you fall fer a random person on the street?" Bofur asked, trying to sound cheerful.

"Kinda? A bit of both, actually."

"Ah. How long have you known them?"

"I've known him for a few months, but he's just amazing."

"Is he good to you?"

"The best. Just being around him makes me smile."

"Well, I guess this is of no use then," Bofur laughed sadly.

Nori cocked his head, a sudden look of doubt in his eyes. "What isn't of use?" He asked.

Bofur waved the box with his present inside. "Thought you were interested... guess I was wrong," he sighed.

He went to stand up, but Nori grabbed his wrist, making him stop. "What makes you think I'm not interested, Bofur? I've been describing you," he desperately said, blushing furiously.

Bofur blushed a bright red. He gulped, "Really?"

"Really. So, what I guess I'm saying is, Bofur will you date me?" Nori asked, grinning nervously.

Bofur was silent for a moment, processing what Nori said in a stunned silence. Finally, he grinned. "Of course, ya dolt," he said, grinning.

Nori let out a sigh of relief and grinned, wholly and purely happy. Bofur slid into the seat Nori was sitting in, snuggling up to him and letting out a happy sigh. "I believe you had something for me?" Nori asked, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Here you go," Bofur said, handing Nori the box.

Nori shook it playfully, shooting Bofur a grin, to which he giggled. Nori then opened it and gasped.

He lifted out a beautiful dagger, his eyes wide in surprise. The hand carved handle was a oak, some runic patterns carved around and on the hilt. The bale was sheathed, but Nori could tell it was sharp "Oh, Bofur, it's beautiful," Nori breathed, studying the blade with awe.

"Well, I thought I might make you somethin that reminded me of ya," Bofur hummed, his head on Nori's shoulder.

"You big old sap," Nori chuckled, pressing a kiss to Bofur's forehead.

"Oi, I think ya missed," Bofur said, pointing to his lips with a smile.

"My bad," Nori purred and pressed a kiss to Bofur's lips.

Bofur grinned into the kiss, content with the feel of his lips against Nori's. He sat up a bit, trying to get a better angle. Nori gently pushed him back down and hugged him, breaking the kiss to grin. "Wanna get a beer?"

"After you, my love."

#nori the dwarf #bofur #nori x bofur #bofur x nori #Stolen Hats

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zeldas-cigarrette · 3 years

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Blue velvet (11.)

⎯ zelda spellman x reader

⎯ word count : 1.2k

⎯ warnings: grieve

⎯ ❥ author’s note: Here’s the second chapter:) I hope you like it. The next chapter will probably be a bit more adventurous???? Have a wonderful night<3

Part one

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Thick raindrops fell against the window tearing you out of good night sleep. Sky’s been barely brighter since you last closed your eyes nevertheless the clock showed 10:14 am. You always loved rainy days but this especial one only worsened, drowned and saddened the atmosphere in this house.

Slowly you swung your feet over the edge of your bed to make your way downstairs. The smell of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air. Fair chatters sounded from the kitchen. „Good Morning guys,“ you yawned and placed yourself next to Hilda. Your best friend didn’t attend breakfast and was probably hiding underneath her covers. „Did you sleep well darling?“ Hilda asked and poured you a cup of coffee. „Uh yes“ you replied. „Zelda is still upstairs, I don’t know if she’ll come down,“ the witch explained while cleaning the kitchen tops. „I can bring her tea and breakfast,“ you offered before sipping your coffee.

Ambrose, the younger warlock, sleepily walked through the kitchen doors, yawning and mumbling something inaudible. You both didn’t seem to be morning person, because sitting at the table none of you two could get out more than a ,morning’. You were chewing on the end of a croissant when the blonde Brit took a seat opposite of you. „I have to head into town and work, I’ll be back tonight. Y/n, could you try and get Zelda out of the house for a few hours?” she asked and tried to avoid eye contact. „Sure, I can try but I won’t promise anything,” you sighed, knowing how hard it can be to convince Zelda.

„Here love, bring the tea and biscuits to Zelda when you go up there,” Hilda forced a smile on her face before grabbing her car keys and heading out of the house. „Enjoy your breakfast!” you chimed and picked up the plate and the mug with the cute fairy on it before making your way to your friend's bedroom.

„Good Morning sleepyhead,” you had an effort in making your voice sound encouraging. The only thing you earned was a soft growl from the sheets. „I brought you breakfast and tea, you need to finish the plate and your mug,” you explained when you placed the porcelain tableware on her bedside table. „Y/n, leave me alone!” a harsh snappy response followed from the bed. „Zelda I understand that you are grieving and I know how hurt you are, but you need food and liquid in you to survive,” your voice was calm not wanting to scare her. Your hand uncovered Zelda’s face when you pulled down her covers. „Drink up, I’ll be back in ten!” you demanded before you left her laying on her bed.

You knew that this wasn’t it and that you had to drag her out to realise what it really was worth living for. Meanwhile, it stopped raining and only water puddles were left. You went into your room to change and brought an oversized sweater for Zelda to wear. The woman eyed you when you stood in front of her, handing her the grey pullover. Even the little biscuit crumbles on the edge of her mouth fell when she shook her head in disagreement. „Trust me Zelds, you’ll like it, it’s comfy and it’s chill outside,” you folded the sweater and placed it next to her on the bed. „Outside?” her voice was shaky. „Yes, you need some fresh air and we have a lot of things to catch up on, don’t you think?”

You knew you weren’t going to talk about anything, just getting her out and seeing something different than her bedroom ceiling would help. You didn’t want to force her to talk about Sabrina. Just a bit of nature and fresh air would do her good.

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It took you a lot of mental strength to convince Zelda to finally get out of her bed and wear this hoodie, but you made it out to the porch. Inhaling the cold morning air, a puff of smoke entered your lungs and you coughed. „Oh unholy heaven, we gotta switch sides. I don’t want that in my lungs,” you still coughed and switched your place to her right. „Let’s go in the forest and see if there are any pretty deers, hm?” your voice softened when you saw tear glistening in her eyes. Only a nod confirmed that she was good with it and to your surprise, the redhead followed close by your side.

The path you two walked on was muddy and the leaves that brushed against you were wet and left a trace of water on your jackets. „Look Zelda, there’s a squirrel!” you exclaimed cheerily and her eyes jolted in the direction you pointed at. A quick smile twitched on her lips before her expression changed back to the same one filled with sadness as she wore the last two weeks.

You pulled the older witch into a hug, knowing how bad she needed one right now. Soft sobs escaped her mouth while the grip around me got tighter. „I know, I know,” you exhaled and let your hand travel up and down her back. „I miss Sabrina... I miss nagging about her stubbornness and I miss the drama with her friends, I- I...,” she fell silent. Her hot breath brushed against my neck.

„I probably can not understand how painful it must be to lose your niece that was like a child to you, but I will be there for you on every step of the way until it doesn’t hurt too much anymore,” you reassured her. „Thank you,” Zelda replied and moved her head to wipe away her tears. „Do you want to get back home?” you asked and wiped away the last tear that lingered on the tip of her nose. „I think this here is alright.”

The two of you kept on walking through the green forest, now and then spotting an animal. „I just can’t believe I’ll never see her again,” the older witch whispered while her gaze was fixed on the muddy path. Then out of nowhere, something clicked in your brain. You had an idea, but you weren’t sure if it’ll work. „Let’s head back to the house, it’s getting cold,” you cooed and wrapped your arm around her waist to turn her the opposite way.

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As you arrived at the front porch, Zelda decided to get back to her room, just for a little rest.

„See you later?”

„Yes,” she mouthed and climbed the stairs to the first floor.

When you entered the kitchen Ambrose laid on the table holding a book over his face, trying to read the words from the distance. „What. Are. You. Doing?” you cocked an eyebrow at the weird sight that was just offered. „Reading. I have bad back pain and just wanted to relax,” he replied and lowered his book to his chest. „Don’t you have a bed?”

„I do, but I was too lazy to use the stairs.”

You shook your head in disbelief and chuckled.

„Your aunt is coming down for dinner,” you said and casually filled the kettle to boil water. „She will?” „Yes, want some tea?”

„Definitely!” his voice had a relieved tone.

The rest of the afternoon you spent talking to Ambrose, learning about his magical abilities and drinking tea from time to time.

#caos #caos imagine #chilling adventures of sabrina #fanfic #fanfiction #greendale #hilda spellman #madam satan #sabrina spellman #sapphic #wlw love #wlw #zelda spellman #zelda spellman x reader

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