I love your posts! you just emit good vibes that are not super common on here and I love it. I was curious if you could do something fluffy with Sebek. Reader likes to tease him because he seems so serious and he is so mean about them being a human. It makes him all blushy. Turns out he's just a big tsuntsun and gets loudly embarrassed when reader gives him affection. Hope this is ok I just love that character dynamic and it seems so cute with him
nonnie... ya caught me thinking abt sebek dancing, so... yeah HAHAHAHAHA HE'S SO CUTE GODDD GOD GOD I WANT TO DANCE W/ HIM SOOO BADD UGHHHHHH
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y'all already in the pining stage
Shall we? (a fic of sebek x gn! reader)
There's a HUGE social event in NRC, and Crowley's been running you haggard because of it. It's a ball of sorts, you're very first one in Twisted Wonderland. The nights leading up to the day were met with exhaustion, tears, but also a lot of fun and tonight, you are more than ready to celebrate your heart out.
But you're not looking for any old celebration; oh, no. You're looking to dance with the loud and often brash Diasomnia freshman, Sebek. He's caught your attention, so it delights you so when he stopped you before a dance starts, coughing, before taking a shallow bow.
"May I have this dance, human?" Sebek extends a hand out to you, which you take with a smile.
"You may. My arms are always open for you, Seb." You press a quick kiss on his hand and have the delight of watching the man turn scarlet as he roughly takes it back, like it's been scorched (by your kiss).
"D-don't say that in public! Have you no decorum?!" Sebek whisper-yells, looking at you with wide eyes.
Not if its with you." You tease with a sly smile and a wink, which makes Sebek erupt into a boil.
"WHY, YOU-!" He is then silenced by a finger to his lips, now becoming the only thing separating the two of you kissing as you close in on his space. Your other hand makes home on his waist, gleefully watching as Sebek closes his mouth to hear your words.
"Shh. Focus, sunflower. Wouldn't want us tripping now, right~?" You take his clammy hands into yours, fixing one on your shoulder, and the other you hold.
Sebek grows scarlet, muttering under your breath about how pesky you are, but his hands doesn't stray. Instead, he lets the music play out, clutching your hands instead of pushing them away.
When it's time to twirl, you anticipate it, taking a half-step forward so to make a perfect turn. His smile lifts as he gives you a half-baked compliment, a commendable feat.
"Hmph! You can lead, I'll give you that." Warmth blooms in your chest as you take in the praise. Sebek is not one for shallow praise, so when he does, you know he means it. It makes it all the warmer for you.
"Aww, thanks~ I didn't know you were watching."
You watch as Sebek's face morph to one of confusion. "Of course I was. You are next to me!" He states in confusion, but it only leads you to smile at his confidence, retorting: "But you watched 'til you realized I was in the lead? Aww, love, that's cute."
"DON'T CALL ME L--!!" Sebek says no more, fed up, deciding to break away from your gaze and stare right ahead, engaging in a thousand-yard stare with whatever foreign entity blooms on the horizon.
(Judging from the grimace you notice on his face, then of embarrassment, you'll deduce it to be the first years.)
The song nears to a close, but Sebek... doesn't want to let you go and selfishly, through his grip, he hopes you read him. You've read him many times already, surely you can do it again.
And you do, taking an extra move that will give you two more time to spend in each other's arms, which he happily takes. It takes a lot for Sebek to realize, but he's more than aware of his feelings for you.
How dare you waltz into his life, tease him mercilessly, and now he has the consequence of falling in love with you?! Really, of all the things that could've happened!
The dance has ended, but Sebek hasn't let you go. Instead, he's been staring at you with a soft smile that you don't think he's noticed he has. It's almost like he's directing it at me, you wistfully think, restraining yourself from cupping his cheeks and kissing him right then and there.
Sebek takes you by surprise when he cups your cheeks, pausing for a bit before (as gently as he can) rubbing his finger up and down your cheek.
"...good job, human. You are a good partner to have. I should like it if we did it again."
Your cheeks burn at the word. Again. He really will be the end of you, won't he?
"Then, let's." You direct your gaze outside the ballroom. "Outdoor dancing is more of my thing, anyway. Shall we, my dear?"
Sebek can only groan as he (happily) lets you take him outside. "Oh, for the Thorn Witch's sake, must you call me so?!"
"Because it's true. You are my dear- my dear partner." You laugh merrily, hands still intertwined with Sebek. The moonlight glow makes a lovely stage for your next ensemble, and you'd be a fool to waste it. "Shall we?"
A cherry red Sebek stumbles his reply, a clumsy yet endearing answer spilling from his lips. "Let's, my... human."
ace is judging y'all and hollering 'GET A FUCKING ROOM' as you guys leave
you flip him off (lovingly)
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thinking about dabi learning just how clingy he really is. like you have to take a trip for work, and it’s the first time since you started dating that you’ll be separated for more than a day or two. and he assures that it’s fine, he can hold down the fort for a week on his own. he even teases you that you’ll be missing him. but then, a few nights pass. the first is…weird. but it’s not like he’s never slept in an empty bed. although it does take him a few extra hours to get to sleep. the next night is a little worse, he ends up digging one of your hoodies out of the dirty laundry to wear just because he has a terrible headache and your scent is the only thing that’s making it better for some reason. day three he’s texting you constantly. meaningless things. stupid memes, pics of your apartment with little quips, random emojis. it’s like he’s lost his object permanence. needs to check if you’re still there. you’re slow to respond, because you’re busy, which he knows, but it still makes him…itchy. by the fifth night he gives up completely, calls you up and insists that you stay on the line with him the whole night, even when you’re asleep, just so he can hear your breathing. when you’re finally home again he’s so clingy grabby all over you, you can barely keep track of him. hands under your shirt, buried in your hair, tugging at the waist of your pants. he just needs to touch you so bad, all thoughts of posturing and finesse are out the window. ‘never do that again,’ he murmurs against your jaw. he doesn’t let you leave the bed for at least a full day, after that.
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