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gurugirl · 8 months

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Bad Morning

professor!harry x professor!y/n

A/N: Started writing this a few days ago and then I got a request just now that just went so well with what I was already writing and this pic is giving these vibes so... here is the result. + a little background if you're interested.

Summary: You run late to an important meeting with your colleagues and Professor Styles decides to punish you.

Word Count: 3650

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, spanking with a paddle, slight degradation, punishment, barely proofread

It really had been just a shitty morning all around. Your alarm went off on time but in your half haze of sleep, you shut it off instead of snoozing it and so when you finally did bolt out of your bed to get ready you knew you’d be late for your meeting.

You didn’t even have time to button up your shirt properly. Running to your car carrying your bags in one arm with your mug of coffee in your free hand sloshing all over the ground and a toothbrush stuck in your mouth you knew you looked like a maniac.

Speeding down the street to get to the university (you were lucky it was only a 15-minute drive) you found a hair elastic to pull your strands into a bun the moment you parked. You’d barely touched your coffee, well, most of it was on your skirt, and your toothbrush fell into the floorboard below your feet when you opened your mouth to curse at the slow driver in front of you.

Parking in the closest spot you could find you quickly smoothed your hair down and tied it back with the elastic, thankful that you’d even found one, and grabbed your bags before running at full speed to enter the building and run through the hallways toward the science labs where Mr. Styles and the rest of the science and tech professors were likely waiting for you.

Today was a big day. You would be settling on a plan for the range of your experiments and choosing which students to bring along the following week to the energy conversion laboratory in Colorado.

“Ms. Y/L/N. How nice of you to finally join us.”

You rolled your eyes as you quickly sat down on the floor, dropping your bags down before you crossed your legs and raised your brows at your devastatingly handsome colleague, “Sorry. Bad morning.” Was all you could say as you dug your notebook out. You hated how attractive he was. That you noticed how well-built he was and how he carried himself like he owned everything around him. And as much as you hated it (mostly because he was such a dick) you often imagined him taking you into his office out of nowhere. Spanking you and spitting dirty words into your ears. You even imagined him slapping you with those ringed fingers and fucking you with what you were sure was a nice big cock.

Professor Harry Styles was quite intimidating, though. You and all the staff thought so. He wasn’t unreasonable but he was very strict. Your teaching and working style was totally opposite of his but since you were both in the same department, your paths crossed often. Daily. Which meant you had plenty of fodder for yourself late at night when you were alone.

You shook your head at your dirty thoughts.

You and the other science and tech professors were in the process of planning a huge trip to a specialty lab your university didn’t have. It would be a costly trip and the school was footing most of the bill after raising close to a quarter of a million dollars for the “excursion”.

Everyone spoke in turn with their ideas and shared which of their students they’d like to bring. Each professor would choose two students (of those who volunteered to take part in the trip and experiment).

You’d selected your two and then offered an idea about coordinating schedules for the experiments and taking turns. You opened your notebook and explained your thoughts based on the notes you’d taken, “So, then on the third day, the third group can follow the timeline we set in place for group number 1–“ you continued to rattle off timelines, and looked up at Harry who did not appear impressed by you at all. In fact, his glare had you forgetting for a moment where you were going with what you were saying and you paused briefly before finally finishing your thought.

The entire meeting went like that. Glares from the head science professor aimed at you, making you feel tiny and unwelcome. You were a new professor but you’d earned your spot and you weren’t going to let him intimidate you (except for in your fantasies). You’d apologized for being tardy and while it was unfortunate that you’d showed up nearly thirty minutes late to a very important scheduled meeting, what was done was done. You couldn’t go back in time and have a redo. Though, you wished you could.

Everyone stood up when Harry clapped his big hands together and indicated that the meeting was over. You had no classes that day, as it was Saturday (another reason you’d slept through your alarm because you’d been out the night before).

You stuffed your notebooks into your bags and stood up, pushing your glasses back up to the bridge of your nose after they’d slipped the tiniest bit. You also hadn’t had time to put your contacts in. Obviously.

And just as you were about to make a beeline for the door and get out of there before anyone could talk to you, you were stopped in your tracks when you heard the low baritone of Harry calmly speaking your name.

You turned to look behind you at the tall man and realized he was dressed quite casually in a Mickey Mouse t-shirt that said I love you, the love being a red heart balloon. It was cute. And it almost made him less intimidating. Almost.

“Yes, Harry.” You addressed him by his first name the way he had just addressed you by yours as you turned to face him. He was already taking long-legged strides toward you, his face set in a serious expression, just as it had been for the duration of the meeting.

You stood in your spot as three teachers left the room and Harry stood over you, “Come to my office.”

That was all he said. And it wasn’t a question, but rather a command, which honestly you were used to with him by that point.

Harry had been at the university for quite some time. His office was one of the nicer and bigger ones. You’d seen it before in passing but had never stepped in until that day.

“You were late today,” Harry spoke as he closed his door behind him and then made his way across his office toward you. He sat at the edge of his desk and crossed his ankles together.

“Yeah, I know.” You scoffed. What was he playing at?

“Care to explain to me why you were so late to such an important group meeting?”

You blinked your eyes and began to sit in one of the chairs he had in front of his desk but he stood quickly and grasped your elbow, “I didn’t say you could sit.”

You looked down to where he was touching your arm and back to his face, “What are you doing?”

Harry pulled you to stand facing his desk and brought your arm down so your palm was flat on his desk, “Teaching you a lesson. If you want to survive being a professor at this university you need to learn discipline and respect.”

You turned to watch him as he stood behind you. You honestly were so confused by what was happening but when you looked at his eyes and noticed that he was dragging his gaze down your backside you stood up straight and removed your palm from the desk, “Mr. Styles! You are out of line. I was late, yes, but–“

He stepped in toward you, pressing his chest to your back, grasping your wrists, and making you place your palms back down onto the wood, “Do not move, Y/N. Not until I tell you to.”

He moved away from you and circled his desk to face you, opening a drawer with a key as he spoke, “We both know you have an attitude that needs fixing.”

You were suddenly feeling hot and embarrassed as your breaths deepened. Everything that was happening was straight out of your fantasy. It was as if you were writing this whole scene out from start to finish. You wondered where this was going. You were curious what he would do next.

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open as you watched him lay a paddle across his desk in front of you.

“Couldn’t even dress yourself properly. Look at you,” he gestured to your haphazard buttoning job and you realized your bra was exposed as you looked down over yourself. You laughed and looked back up at him but his face was not amused.

“I was in a hurry. I’m sorry if this offends–“

“Please stop talking.” He lifted the paddle up and rounded his desk to stand behind you.

The sudden awareness of what was going on had your skin pimpling with goosebumps. You were wearing a knee-length skirt and realized that all he had to do was lift it to expose your bottom to him. Your white panties covered your bum but it wouldn’t be hard for him to paddle you right through the thin material.

As your thoughts grew lewder about what was coming and what Mr. Styles would do you squished your thighs together and adjusted your palms as you turned to look over your shoulder at the professor.

“I’m going to give you 30 paddles to your bottom. One for every minute you were late. How does that sound for a punishment?”

You inhaled deeply and looked down at the leather-wrapped paddle and back to his eyes. It was wild that he’d even suggest it all. And so casually too? But of course, you understood that he was asking permission. Perhaps this was the beginning of some sort of thing you and he would have in secret.

You nodded slowly, “Yes, professor. I think that’s fair.” You gulped down your saliva. You had never been spanked with a paddle before so you hoped saying yes was the right choice.

Harry grunted as he let his eyes drop to your ass and when you felt him pull at your skirt and lift it up ward you held your breath and closed your eyes, turning to face his desk again.

But the small little groan you heard from behind you had your eyes popping open. It sounded like the groan of a man who was turned on. Frustrated. You sure hoped that was the case.

“Can you keep quiet like a good girl?” His dark tone was pinched as you felt his warm hand brush over your ass before pushing the material of your skirt up to your waist.

“Yes, sir.”

The shuttered breath he let out as he groped your ass, palming at the material of your panties had your heart thumping hard under your ribs. He was enjoying this.

“Good.”

The suddenness of the first hit had you rocking forward quickly and yelping. You hadn’t been prepared for it. You’d been spanked with bare hands before. Not with a paddle.

“Shh… said you could be a good girl for me. One more outburst and I’ll stuff these panties into your mouth.”

You didn’t know why but that idea had you moaning softly and rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

The next strike you were prepared for. You gritted your teeth and panted as he brought it down again on the other side, “That’s three. From now on, I need you to count for me. Keep track so I don’t. have to.”

You breathed out heavily and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

4, 5, 6, 7… All within range of you being able to tolerate the pain and keep your little noises in.

But 8? For some reason 8 came down especially hard and stung like a mother fucker so you gasped and cried out loudly.

The paddle was suddenly placed on the desk next to your hand and you tilted your head to look at your colleague as he met your eyes. Blown-out pupils and puffy, bitten lips. He looked like sex. He’d always looked like sex but in that moment…

“Tell me what happens when you can’t keep quiet.” He leaned over you, one palm down on the desk, his other smoothing over the cotton of your panties softly.

You gulped hard and blinked the tiny bit of tears away that had formed in your eyes, “You said you’d stuff my panties into my mouth.”

“S’right. At least you know how to listen. Too bad you don’t know how to keep quiet.”

You nodded, “I’m sorry, sir.” You really didn’t want him to stop. It hurt but you loved the way it felt to have this man standing over you and spanking you. Watching you. Enjoying the view he had of you.

“So what should I do, then?”

You gasped when you felt his thumb push under the elastic of your panties and slip over your bottom, “Take my panties off and put them into my mouth. Like you said.”

Harry’s lips turned up into a sinister grin and you watched his tongue swipe over his bottom lip before he nodded and moved behind you, both hands now in the elastic of your cotton panties as he dragged them down your thighs.

You felt him pause his motions and once your ass was fully bare to him. You were sure with the way you were leaned over his desk that he could see your pussy too.

“Fuck…” his words were whispered into the room before he gently tugged your panties the rest of the way down your legs and you stepped, one foot at a time to have them removed completely.

When his hands found your bottom you felt him massage your cheeks and suck in a sharp breath, “You okay?”

It was the first time he sounded as if he were truly concerned about you. Perhaps he could see the marks he’d given you with the paddle. Or maybe it was just that you were so exposed to him in that moment.

“Yes, sir. I’m fine.” Your voice was a little shaky. You were on edge completely. You’d be thinking about this tonight for sure, and for many nights to come. But you still hadn’t determined if it was even really happening.

Harry leaned over you and you felt the cloth of his pants brush against your ass, “Mrs. Y/L/N, you are absolutely soaked. Did you know that? Had to be careful pulling your wet panties down your legs and now looking between your thighs I can see how much you are enjoying this. Not much of a punishment is it?”

His deep voice traveled down the shell of your ear and to your neck as you softly moaned and shook your head, “No. It’s not much of a punishment. I like it.”

You heard him chuckle before lifting your messy panties up to your face, “Open.”

You complied as he shoved the cotton into your mouth and then returned to his position behind you.

“Since you can’t count for me anymore I’m going to do it for you now.”

The 9th swat came down and the sting of the paddle against your bare bottom made you yelp out, though it was nice and muffled just as Harry had hoped.

The progression of each of his swats only made you drippier and pushed you further away from reality. And as he counted, the higher the numbers rose, you could hear the lust and pain in his voice. He was putting himself on edge by just watching you squirm and get wetter and wetter between your thighs.

At number 21 you didn’t know what you were doing anymore. You needed to end your misery. Without much of a thought in your brain (you were hardly able to connect your thoughts together by that point) you removed one hand from the desk as you leaned forward further over the wood and spread your legs before you began rubbing your clit.

Harry stopped quickly and you heard the clunk of the paddle fall to the floor and then his hand was grasping your wrist, yanking it away from your pussy, “What the fuck are you doing?”

You felt fuzzy and so far beyond caring about anything but coming you moaned in muffled words as you tried to speak through your panties. You could barely open your eyes as you felt his hand on your chin to turn your face toward him.

“You are dirty, aren’t you? Naughty, dirty, disrespectful professor,” Harry pulled the panties from your mouth and you gasped softly, drool falling from your mouth over his hand that remained at your jaw.

“Is there no punishment that will set you right?”

His own face was flushed and his eyelids were heavy with lust.

You thought about his question but you had no answer for him. You couldn’t put your thoughts together to form a sentence even if you wanted to. You moaned and reached a hand for his forearm as you turned your body toward his, causing your skirt to fall and cover your bits.

Harry pulled you in close and pressed your bottom into his desk, spreading your legs and lifting your skirt back up to expose you to him. He kept his eyes on yours as he used his free hand to softly swipe at the damp skin just next to your pussy. You bucked your hips into his hand and he laughed, “And desperate too.”

The hand he had at your jaw smushed your cheeks together harshly, “And because I’ve been so good I think I deserve a treat. Don’t you?”

You moaned again and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

He grunted as he moved his hand from your face and began to unbuckle his pants. You looked down to where his cock was clearly engorged and pushing against the material of his pants, He got his zipper down and found his way back between your thighs, pushing you down flat to your back, “Can I have a treat?” He thumbed at your clit as he looked into your eyes and you nodded, “Yes. Please.”

“You sure? Because I have something very specific in mind. Want to know what it is?”

Nodding your head you reached for the collar of his t-shirt and pleaded with him, “I want to know. Please…” you hoped he’d fuck you. Hoped he’d rail you right on his desk just as you often imagined him doing.

He laughed darkly as he pulled his briefs down and his cock came in your view. He began stroking himself right over you, using his foreskin to pump his cock quickly and upward over his tip, repeatedly yanking and pulling as he looked from your pussy to your face, “This is my treat. Gonna fuck my fist and come all over your pussy.”

You watched in awe. His long cock and his fist jerking himself was the hottest thing you’d ever seen. You groaned and bucked your hips upward, “Please, Harry…” you whined.

Harry had one palm flat on the desk as he kept himself angled over you, his cock above your pussy, so close but not close enough for your liking. You wanted him inside of you.

He laughed as he continued pulling at his shaft and he began to pant his next words, “Not gonna fuck you because that would be a nice treat for you too. And you’ve been naughty, Y/n. So you don’t get my cock.”

You scrunched your brows together with a pout and brought your own hand down to your clit and moaned. Harry gasped as he neared his end but slowed his pumping as he slapped your hand away from your pussy, “You don’t get to come. This is your punishment,” he grunted as he got back to fucking himself with his fist.

You watched in awe as he began to slightly tremble and his soft moans got more frequent.

And just as you heard him cough out one loud moan you knew he was coming before you even felt the first drop of come spurt over your pussy. You took the moment to swipe his come up and your arousal and lift your fingers to his mouth, shoving your digits past his lips as he poured his hot sperm all over your wet pussy and down your thighs.

You moaned as he wrapped his mouth around your fingers, his palm still milking his cock, draining everything he had all over your labia. You felt his come drip down past your entrance and to your bum as he licked and sucked your fingers.

You’d never seen anything more erotic in your life. You wanted to come too but to watch him come on your pussy as he sucked on your fingers was worth it.

When he’d finally emptied everything he had he let go of his dick and you pulled your fingers from his mouth with a smirk on your face.

He pulled his pants back up and looked at the mess he’d made, “Guess you’re gonna have to go home and clean that up aren’t you?”

You sat up and watched him as he lifted your panties up and handed them to you, “Was thinking I’d just run to the bathroom first–“ “No. I want my come smeared all over your pussy and those panties full of your spit and your arousal. Want to know you had to sit in traffic all dirty and desperate.”

You scoffed but began to pull the panties up your legs anyway.

When you stood up and turned to look at the professor he was tucking his laptop into his bag, his eyes already on you, “Maybe next time, if you’re good for me, I’ll let you come.”

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floatyflowers · 4 months

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Dark! Human Apps (Duolingo, Tumblr, and Wattpad) x Reader

Duolingo:

You thought that the app was joking when it sent you a notification about the fact that you are going to miss your 100 day streak.

"Listen here, if you miss your (language) lesson tonight, my heart won't be the only thing that's gonna get broken..."

It wasn't a joke.

And later that night while laying in your bed asleep, you get attacked by a handsome man with green hair and brown eyes dressed in a familiar green owl half face mask.

"Who are you?" you inquire fearfully.

The intruder only smiles down on you with a lovesick smile on his face.

"Didn't I tell you that my heart won't be the only thing that is gonna get broken"

Tumblr:

Ever since you first joined Tumblr, your posts always got blasted with likes, comments, and reposts.

However, strangely enough, Tumblr would delete the hateful and sexual private messages you get along with that person's account.

Things were going well, that was until you posted a picture with your boyfriend while riding behind him on a bicycle.

The hate comments and threats against your boyfriend is unreasonable.

Most comments claimed that you are more beautiful than him and he doesn't deserve you because he is poor.

You deleted your account and uninstalled the app to protect your boyfriend's feelings.

However, the next day of uninstalling the app you get kidnapped.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a luxurious room with a man laying beside you on the bed.

"I'm the one who deserves you"

Wattpad:

You post random possessive romance stories between a captive and a kidnapper.

And your stories blow up.

But strangely enough, your comments were a bit overboard to the point you don't know if your readers are joking or not.

Your readers wished the same to happen to them.

Also, your conversation board gets over a thousand comments, praising you.

However, you discovered the reason for all of that love.

Because the human version of Wattpad kidnapped you.

Not only that but he used your stories against you.

"I'm only trying to make your fantasy come true, my dear"

#duolingo #wattpad #Tumblr #readerinsert #possessive #tw: toxic relationships

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 months

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A soulmate AU: Steve Harrington x fem!reader [4.6K]

THE TIMELINE

"Oh, won't you stay, just a little bit longer. Please let me hear, you say that you will, Say you will."

- Stay By Maurice Williams and The Zodiacs

IV. MOUNTAIN LAKE, VIRGINA: 1963

The man in front of you was not part of your vacation plans. He was half naked, sweaty, annoyed and scowling. The man in front of you was a stranger.

Except he wasn’t.

Was he?

You knew his name by now, something you’d only learnt on Monday, or perhaps the day before. Steve, Steve Herringbone or Barrington or something. He didn’t like it when you called him Steven and he certainly didn’t like it when you argued back.

But this was supposed to be a getaway, a small summer break where you could maybe sneak a smoke by the lake when everyone had returned to their cabins and the geriatric morning yoga was done. Except your dad knew the owner of the summer retreat, a huge house settled in the Virginia countryside, the forest greener than it was back home. Bauman’s Mountain House was host to many golf courses, a fencing team, seventeen rowboats, an archery club, the best water aerobics in the state and an award winning dance show.

The very latter included the man in front of you.

Tall, broad shouldered and tanned from the summer, Steve Harrington was handsome and painstakingly so. Brown hair that he always tried to tame by pushing his hand through it, brown eyes and too many freckles to count. He wore a gold chain around his throat, black slacks and a leather jacket on his days off, driving around the resort in a BMW that made too much noise, but he didn’t seem to care.

He cared even less about his bad reputation and loud ways when his partner broke her foot weeks before the final show, a tiny girl called Nancy that you were unreasonably jealous of at first sight. You watched them both on your first night, sat between your mother and father as they took to the stage, dancing flawlessly, fluidly, like they were one whole person. You watched the way she touched him, an easy familiarity that had your stomach feeling unsettled and something inside of you burned when her hand brushed the man’s neck, holding onto him as he dipped her low, her fingers trapping two little moles and hiding them from sight.

You’d blamed the cheap cocktails and called it a night.

But then your father found him arguing with Mr Bauman about the show and suddenly you were volunteered against your own volition, your parents talking loudly and proudly about talent shows and dance lessons when you were much younger, boldly exaggerating about how must’ve been a dancer in another life as you shook your head and tried to escape back to the gazebo by the shoreline.

Now you were left spending your evenings with Steve Harrington and his tight trousers in a cabin that was much smaller than your own. There was a leak in the corner, a consistent drip from a missing nail in the roof and rainwater splashed against the wooden floor as if it were counting down the seconds.

As if it were counting down to— something.

It had rained every night since you had started seeing Steve, the stifling afternoons giving way to humid evenings that always started to smell like rain by six o’clock, sweet tea and lemonade taken over by the scent of a new downpour. There had been threats of storms, chattering of it during breakfast in the main dining hall, grumbles of it from groundskeepers during bowling on the green.

But nothing wild, not yet.

Steve had scowled the entire time he was with you, minutes and hours spent with a frown on his face as he did his best to avoid touching you, mumbling something about getting the timings right, about learning the steps and the footwork before putting it all together. It was tedious now, repetitive and too warm in his small room and even with the bed pushed to the wall, there was barely space to avoid brushing up against him when you moved.

You were flushed, skin shining with a thin layer of sweat and the same sheen made Steve’s lips look glossy, his hair sticking to his forehead in curls and flicks. You rolled your eyes when he hit rewind on the tape deck, a silent order for you to take it from the top. But you didn’t move as he made quick work on his buttons, undoing them one by one until his short sleeved shirt hung open, showing off far too much skin. Lean muscle and a smattering of hair across his pecs, more skating down the line of his navel and you sucked in a breath, pretending you hadn’t stood on your own foot.

“It’s too fuckin’ warm,” he complained, circling you as he spoke, watching you for more errors, inspecting your footwork, your posture, the way your held your head up and squared off your shoulders.

“No shit,” you couldn’t help but bite back. “How’d you think I feel?”

You wore denim shorts to his black slacks, but your cotton T-shirt was sticking to your torso now, the baby pink material too heavy and restricting for the heat inside the cabin. You pressed your lips together and moved, eyes on the wall ahead of you, your right foot moving in front of your left before you twisted your hips half a turn and—

“Take it off, then.”

You blinked, your framework going slack as you dropped both your arms and your jaw. You were hardly prudish, but something about this man had set you on edge since you’d first seen him. An electrical buzz every time you looked at him, fizzing through your bones, an invisible string tied to your insides pulling and pulling and pulling you closer. You’d ignored it until these dance practices, always turning in the other direction, putting the entire resort between you both.

But now… now?

He was standing all of three feet away, cheeks flushed from the heat and his chest on show, his hands behind his head and his fingers buried in his hair in frustration as he stared at you. Like he was challenging you. The muscles in his arms were flexed, taut cords and lines that showed off how hard he work at his job and you couldn’t help but stare.

“What?” You demanded it, a bite of an answer.

“Your shirt,” Steve nodded to the pink material, brows raised like it were obvious. He almost rolled his eyes. “Take it off.”

Above you, the rain outside fell a little harder, a consistent din against the thin roof.

You didn’t say anything. You just hoped you didn’t lose your cool as you reached for the hem of your t-shirt, untucking it from your shorts. The cotton stuck to you uncomfortably, dragging against your skin as you raised it up and over your head, the brief second where your eyesight was blinded a terrifying prospect.

Was he looking? At you? Was he watching? Did he care?

By the time you’d balled up the offending fabric and tossed it in the corner, Steve had turned his back to you, pressing some buttons on the tape deck until the song - some kind of mambo - played for the beginning again. You couldn’t see his face but you wondered if he’d caught sight of your bra, as plain as it may have been. White cotton, thin with scalloped edges and a tiny pink bow between the cups. Hardly sexy, nothing near scandalous, but there was certainly a lot more skin showing now.

Slick, damp skin that you wondered if he’d touch. It was like he wasn’t allowed to, the way he skirted around you all of the time, his hands shoved into his pockets when he wasn’t demonstrating the next step, a fist pressed to his chin as he watched you repeat his instructions, a wide palm always hovering just out of reach of your lower back when he scolded you for slouching, like he’d went to put his hands on you - only to pull catch himself at the last second.

“You gotta loosen your hips,” Steve’s voice interrupted your thoughts as he turned back around. His eyes were on the floor before he finally dragged them up your legs and over your bare stomach. He sucked in a breath. “You’re too rigid.”

“You told me to hold my shoulders,” you retorted, knowing fine well that he’d bitched about your ‘noodle arms’ for days.

“Yeah, your upper body needs to be squared off. Hold yourself tight from here up,” Steve gestured to your waist with the side of his hand. He didn’t touch you, but you could feel the heat radiate from him. “But from here?” He tapped at the button on your shorts.

You froze.

“From here down, you need to put a bit of swing in the hips, alright?” He spun, putting himself behind you but you could see him in the mirror that leant against the cabin wall, an old looking thing that was too ornate to be here. Once gold, it had carvings of cherubs on the frame, tiny wreaths and rosettes intertwined with ancient style busts. “It’s a mambo, sweetheart, put a little heat into it.”

The tape begun again and Steve leant against a dresser, arms folded across his bare chest, his open shirt plastered to his skin. He watched you, waiting. The intro played and you counted the beats, nodding your head to each note and before you could hit the mark. Thunder rumbled somewhere outside and you were suddenly reminded of a man that looked like Steve, standing and watching you like that in a room much smaller than this, lit by firelight, dressed like a fighter.

“You missed the count,” Steve sighed, exasperated.

His hair had been longer, his face bruised and bleeding, but it looked just like him. A familiar scene, like you’d maybe seen it in a movie, but it felt more like a dream you didn’t recall having. You looked down at your feet, chest heaving, lips parted in confusion and you were only more dazed when you saw your bare legs and not the long skirts you expected. Your body didn’t feel like yours, not really.

Like it was borrowed, or broken.

You turned, facing Steve as if you expected him to be dressed differently, in leathers and studs and pleats, but he was still the same, just looking at you as if you’d suddenly fallen ill. Maybe you had.

“Drink some water,” he ordered, and yes, that sounded like a really good idea. “Then we’ll go again.”

You chugged the bottle, the water tepid and hard to swallow but you gulped it down greedily, praying against heat stroke or whatever else it could be that could be plaguing you with such hallucinations. You swiped at your lips and closed your eyes before you turned back to the boy and when you did, he looked the same as he always did.

Annoyed, tired, pretty.

“C’mere,” Steve said briskly, crooking a finger at you. You stepped towards him, unsure of what he was asking you, lingering awkwardly with a few feet of space between you. Steve huffed and rolled his eyes. “Jesus, I mean— here.”

He touched you then, his hand reaching out to grasp your own as he pulled you forward, closer than you’d ever been. There was barely space for a prayer between you both.

You thought that his hand in yours would’ve made you feel something, a spark, a fizz, that buzz that you felt in your bones around him. But something else settled over you instead, a strange familiarity, a longing for a home you didn’t know or didn’t remember, like Steve touching you was hardly anything new. His touch made you think of the sea, of vast gardens, of islands and storms and great wars, ruby wine and promises that seemed impossible to keep.

From the unsettled look in Steve’s eye as he stared down at you, you thought that maybe he felt the same thing.

But then he was fussing, moving his feet into the right position and mumbling about your stance. His hand took you with him as he moved, less than an inch separating your bare stomach from his and you let him direct you as he pleased, waiting for the song to reply from the top. The drums began, a cacophony of instruments you’d never be able to name joining in.

And then Steve was counting, his eyes suddenly fixed on yours as he nodded to the beat. “And five, six, seven—”

Steve’s other hand was on your waist.

His palm felt huge, big enough to envelop your side and his thumb was pressed into the soft of your belly, just below your ribcage. His fingers were splayed out over your bare back, his skin warm against your own and you’d never felt so completely consumed by just one touch. You were reminded of white sheets and hazy mornings, the taste of fresh bread and an open window that looked out to blue skies and you could hear a fountain spraying water.

But you were moving before you could consider it, what it meant, what it was, if it was possible to have someone else’s memories trapped in your head. Steve moved and you followed, your feet chasing his step by step as he walked you back and forth, his hips turning into yours on each beat, his shoulders set and his chin held high, ever the professional.

“Don’t look at your feet,” he murmured, barely heard over the music. “Chin up. Look at me.”

You didn’t know how to tell him it hurt to do so, how looking into his eyes this close felt like giving in, it felt like being stitched back together without any medication. You had never been aware of any wounds in your body, but this man you barely knew seemed to fill the space very well.

So you did, holding your breath until your chest burned, your eyes meeting Steve’s as you clasped his hand in your own and gripped his shoulder, letting him lead you around the cabin floor. The storm raged on, louder than before, more threatening now, like it was arguing, fighting, scolding.

The rain poured harder and what little evening light there had been was now dampened, the setting sun hidden behind navy and violet coloured clouds - but the heat was just as oppressive. Steve turned you, a twist of his body that led into yours as you spun on your toes, and when he caught you— when he caught you, his hand moved lower, slipping down your overheated skin until his fingers grazed the denim waistband of your shorts.

Maybe he saw you falter, maybe he saw your lips part, but Steve sucked in a breath and kept moving, his chest brushing your own as you stepped into his space as he danced into yours, torso meeting, separating, meeting, separating, meeting—

“Keep count,” he reminded you. “Keep counting the beats.”

You nodded, Steve’s face startlingly closer than before, as if he’d forgotten his boundaries, the box he created with strong arms, the one that kept him professional as a dancer, standing tall and strong. Now his elbows were bent, his hand falling from yours so both of his palms could bracket your hips and it was too much, it was everything you’d ever wanted, it was something you felt like you’d once had.

You just couldn’t remember who had taken it away from you.

Lightning lit the cabin, the storm over the resort, the sky black.

“Remember your hips,” he whispered, and god, god, his forehead was almost touching yours, his nose drawing a line against your own as his eyelids dropped and his lashes fanned his pink cheeks. His hands guided your waist, moving you from side to side, following the rhythm. “Listen to the beat.”

You were sure he meant the music, but it was impossible to ignore the thud of his heart against your own chest. You could feel yours even more so, a constant drumming that seemed to seep into your bones, making them crack at the edges, something blooming between them, something new and old and familiar and exciting.

Like driving into your street after a long vacation, like falling into your own bed after too many weeks away, smelling the laundry detergent that clung to everyone else that you loved. It felt hopeful, like the beginning of the morning when the only thing that had entered your thoughts was the way the sun looked in the sky, how pink it was, how the clouds seemed softer than the day before.

Steve pushed at your hips, holding them as you swayed from side to side, your hands leaving the safety of his shoulders to slip up, holding the sides of his neck, the heat of his skin scalding your palms and he nodded, pupils blown wide and lips parted as he stared down at you in amazement, like he was seeing you for the very first time.

Like he was seeing you for the first time after a very long time apart.

“Good,” he told you softly, like he was still teaching you, like this was still professional. Like he hadn’t put his hand on your lower back and obliterated whatever wall someone else had built between you. Something that had once seemed so strong was knocked down so easily, like not even a god could keep it between you. “Good. Like that, just like that—”

He swore when you moved closer, emboldened by his pretty eyes and the way his gaze tracked down your chest, down your bare stomach. His fingers flexed on your hips, blunt nails tattooing your skin and you hoped the marks would stay there, you hoped they’d be there tomorrow so you could remember that this wasn’t a dream.

His leg found its way between yours, the song finally slowing to the last few drumbeats and you knew this was the time where you were supposed to spin in Steve’s arms and raise your hand in a grand finish. But Steve tucked your hips close to his instead and let his thigh push into the seam of your denim shorts.

The song that came on next was slower, lazier, languid.

The singer had a deeper voice, the drums rolling with a dirtier beat and this wasn’t the mambo, this wasn’t a salsa and it certainly wasn’t anything you’d do in a ballroom never mind on stage in front of others. You’d seen this kind of dancing once before, the night after you first arrived at Bauman’s. You hadn’t meant it, but a walk along the lake after the sun had set had led you to a larger cabin at the back of the resort, where the lights were on and the music was loud.

Music like this.

A guy at the door with long curls and an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips had appraised you, one eyebrow lifted at your little white summer dress and tennis shoes.

“You work here?” He’d asked and you had shaken your head, ready to walk back the way you came. “You a snitch?” He asked after a pause.

Again, you shook your head ‘no’ and listened as the music inside got louder. The man, who you were sure you’d seen on stage during dinner, playing the guitar for the dining guests, just shrugged. He’d nodded to a stack of beer crates at the side of the building.

“Grab a case and keep your mouth shut, alright?” He’d opened the door for you, the music louder than ever, the smell of smoke and weed and sweat pouring out. You remember how’d he grinned at you as you took in the sight. “Have fun, princess.”

It’s where you’d seen Steve for the second time, in the middle of a makeshift dance floor with the bow tie and dinner jacket he’d worn during his evening performance long gone. Moving with a girl with his shirt buttons open, his hair a mess, grinding and manhandling her in a way you weren’t sure you would even call dancing. Everyone was doing the same, hips gyrating, skirts too short, men’s chests bare, the smiles meeting in an almost kiss.

It was nothing short of scandalous.

You’d left, dumping the beer on a table beside a watermelon that almost rolled to the ground in your panic, turning from the crowd and walking out the way you’d came. The curly haired man had snorted at the sight of your wide eyes, calling out a goodbye between laughs.

And here you were, not even two weeks later, doing the same, if not worse. Why worse? You and Steve were alone.

Thunder cracked again, louder than before.

It didn’t feel wrong to be doing this. In fact, for as much trouble as you’d be in if your father had had to catch you, everything about it felt right, like you’d done it before, like this man was yours to touch. But something that felt like danger lingered in the air, a threat far more serious than your dad or Mr Bauman.

But still, you let your body move with Steve’s, a slow grind of your hips into his and when your hand found the nape of his neck and your fingers twisted into his hair, Steve’s palm cupped your ass, pulling you into him, making you feel how affected he was.

It should’ve scared you. How this man was touching you, this person you barely knew, alone in a cabin and who you were so sure had hated you only a mere ten minutes before. But Steve looked as gone as you felt, eyes filled with longing, a passion that was visible, his brows knitted together as he stared down at you hungrily, lovingly, adoringly.

It was almost too much to bear. So you let your head fall back, body slack as you kept dancing, trusting the man to keep you upright and against his own chest and you heard Steve let out a breath at the sight of your exposed neck, the long line of it offered to him like a sacrifice.

“That’s it,” you heard him murmur. “You feel the beat now?” His words fell on your throat, your bare skin, the top of his nose drawing a line from the base of it to your jaw, his mouth following and you were so sure he wasn’t talking about the music anymore.

But you nodded, clinging to him when he dipped you backwards, his hands holding you like you were precious, like you were made of marble and gold and suddenly you felt like Steve could’ve been. Like someone had taken a piece of the earth and grown this man from it, just for you. Like he had something ancient in his bones, like whatever he was made of you, you were created from the same thing too.

When he pulled you back up, effortless and graceful, you were closer than before, impossibly so. Chests meeting in the middle as you both panted into each other's parted lips, noses meeting and foreheads touching. Steve’s hands were curled around your waist, fingers splayed across your naked back as if he couldn’t bear not to touch every part of you. Your hand was on his neck, your fingers brushing over two moles on his tanned skin, the ones you’d watched Nancy touch before you.

But as you pressed your fingertips to them, your lips buzzed and Steve let out a sigh, like you’d unravelled a knot in his spine, like you’d found a magic button that fixed him. Like you’d touched a place that you’d once touched before.

“You’ve never touched me before,” you whispered, voice cracking on each syllable because it suddenly was too much.

Steve looked pained, lashes fluttering as his gaze dropped to your lips and he struggled to find the right words to give you. “I— I shouldn’t be doing it now,” he murmured. “I’m not allowed.”

“Why? Because of your boss? My dad?”

He grinned, a smirk that faltered too quickly and he shook his head, still not moving from you, his nose nudging yours as he struggled to keep himself from shifting closer still. “You’d think that should’ve been enough to keep me away.” Steve licked his lips and you tracked the movement, so sure that he’d taste like summer and salt and the peach tea from the diner. “Not even the threat of losing my damn job and house can keep me away from you.”

His words had an effect on you, breath hitching, chest aching. “Then who said you’re not allowed?”

The song was still going, a lazy beat that was easy to sway to, Steve’s leg still wedged between your thighs and his hands were wandering, sensual and slow, a whole other kind of dance over your skin. Fingers gripped at your waist before one hand trailed down your hip, over your bare thigh, ghosting over the line of your torn off shorts. He brought your thigh to his hip, hitching your leg high, pressing you both together until you could feel him all, until he could feel all of you.

Laid bare enough for you to feel like he could take the very soul of you from your body.

You found that you didn’t mind the idea of it at all.

“You’ll laugh at me,” Steve murmured but he didn’t sound embarrassed at all, like he didn’t actually believe that you would.

You shook your head, nose brushing against the tip of his and if you moved another inch, just one, you could’ve been kissing him, mouth slotting against his. “I won’t,” you promised.

“I started having dreams when you came,” Steve told you. “Dreams where it always rained and the sky was always dark. And there was a man there, a thing, maybe. But he felt ancient, older than the fucking world and he told me to stay away, to keep away from you.”

You didn’t laugh. No. No, in fact, you didn’t say a damn thing.

Steve laughed, breathless and without any humour, and his hand trailed back up your thigh as your leg dropped slowly to the floor. He spun you both, lazy and languid, but the world around you both still blurred. The cabin faded away, a mix of the low lights and the colours of his quilt on the bed.

You could barely hear the storm, but god, it was the loudest it had been.

“I want to do ungodly things with you,” Steve confessed and he sounded pained, his throat tight with the same kind of emotion you felt, like you were both sharing the same heart. “I want to do ungodly things to you.”

“Steve--”

“I know it sounds crazy, but there’s somethin’-- somethin’ in the sky or in the goddamn cracks of the earth that’s telling me I shouldn’t.” His bottom lip grazed your top one, an almost kiss, a whisper of one, a mere idea of it. Hardly a touch. “That something real bad will happen if we do.”

You couldn’t explain it, just like you couldn’t explain your sudden proximity to the man, the achingly familiar closeness you felt. But you knew, somehow, some way, Steve was right.

Tears stung your eyes, a fiery nip that you tried to blink away and when the music slowed to a stop and the next song began, Steve kept moving, your body melted to his, no space between either of you to be able to determine where you ended and he began.

Your voice cracked when you spoke. “What should we do?”

Steve took a breath before he answered, one hand coming up to push against your hairline, his palm coasting down your cheek, holding you, cherishing you. His touch was hot with adoration.

“We can keep dancing.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington oneshot

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meowzfordayz · 3 months

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hashira accidentally touch your chest

Author’s Note: pls and ty enjoy this tidbit of crack-fluff. 😆💖

hashira accidentally touch your chest

Hashira x Reader

Word Count: ~1,600

CW: explicit language, Fem!Reader, mild sexual content

Suggestion Fulfilled: Can we get all hashira accidently touch y/n's breast

~faqs~

Fyi, “chest” means boob. I was just worried Tumblr would block this post from tags if I included “boob” in the title lmao. 😉

Shocked 😳😖

“I apologize, [y/n]-san, it won’t happen again!”

Gyomei’s nearly in tears, he feels so terribly 😞

“These things happen!” you promptly assure him, “Besides, you technically won the bout.”

No need to mention that he always wins when training together 🥲

“I cannot accept such a tainted victory.”

“Himejima-san, though I appreciate your concern and respect, there’s truly no issue.”

Meanwhile, Gyomei’s rethinking his entire Breathing Style to ensure he never accidentally touches anyone’s boob(s) again 💀

In cold disbelief 😐😐😐

If you don’t say anything, then he won’t say anything

Alternatively, if you do say something, then Obanai will immediately curl up into a ball and die

Spends the rest of his day recalling the fleeting warmth of your breast

He swears his hand doesn’t even get cold, so affected by the heat of your bosom

Your boob must be ✨magical✨

“Iguro-san,” you call out gently, noting his dazed stare, his dinner untouched while he sits crossed legged, “Is something on your mind?”

“No.” 😐😐😐

Well okay then 🙃

“About what happened earlier…”

🫨🫨🫨 <— Obanai is FREAKING OUT

“… Iguro-san, I didn’t mind.”

And then you stand up, take your dishes, and leave

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEEEAAAN?!?!?!

Good luck finding Obanai tomorrow 🫡 (the poor man’s been pleasantly overwhelmed)

He’ll avoid you for eternity now 😌 (not really, but at least until he can breathe around you again)

She giggles 🤭

Lol

“Oh my! [y/n]-san, I didn’t mean to touch you so intimately!” 😅

“No worries, it happens.”

Your face may or may not be burning up a storm, but that’s okay!

Mitsuri’s blushing too

A lot 😳

“I hope I didn’t hurt you?!”

Because like, What if I gripped too hard?! 😭

She’s well aware of her own strength

“You barely brushed me, Kanroji-san. I promise!”

Phew!

She grins, relief evident as she bumps her elbow against yours

“Don’t tell anyone, okay? I would be so embarrassed!!!”

“Kanroji-san, our secret is safe with me.”

I wish it would happen again… <— lowkey both of you thinking the same thing 🤪

As a medical personnel (among other roles), Shinobu accidentally (or even on purpose, depending on where you’re wounded) touching your boob isn’t entirely unreasonable nor unrealistic

Obviously it would be nicer if she was caressing you out of love and affection 😔

And not methodically cleansing then bandaging claw marks that just so happened to cross over your chest 😒

“You should make a full recovery,” she’s all business, “The demon avoided your nipple and didn’t puncture deep enough to affect the functionality of your breast,” fortunately, you’re too exhausted to be embarrassed by her bluntness, “It has a nice shape. I’m glad you survived.”

EXCUSE ME WHAT?!?!?! 😃🫠

Now you’re kinda embarrassed

More so preening, really 🤭

It’s like when a doctor randomly compliments the rhythm of your heart or some other characteristic from a mainly professional POV, but you’re still caught off guard because who tf compliments someone’s kidneys or bowels movements or?????

In your pain hazed delusion, you briefly contemplate somehow getting your other boob injured too… gotta make sure you’re matching in (nice) shape, y’know? 😌

Kyojuro can be discreet, albeit more so for your sake than his

“I APOLOGIZE! I DID NOT MEAN TO TOUCH YOUR BREAST!” <— how he could react 💀

“Pardon my slip, are you okay?” <— how he actually reacts, because he isn’t entirely lacking in social awareness and decorum 😆

“Oh,” you don’t mean to squeak, but it can’t be helped when the most handsome man you’ve ever known just casually grazed your boob, “I’m fine! Totally fine! Haha!” 🫨😵‍💫🫠

You’ve gotta be more convincing than that, or Kyojuro will never forgive himself 😕

He’s a lil oblivious when it comes to physical attraction

Not like, infantly so, but given this particular circumstance?

He doesn’t realize you’re flustered; he assumes you’re mortified 😖

“You sound decidedly less than fine.”

He’s softer now, worried about startling you 🥺

“I was surprised! But don’t worry! I’m not worried!”

Okaaay, but he’s worried 🥲

“Is there any way I could make amends for my indiscretion?”

Not only is he handsome, but he is such a gentleman 😭😍

“Rengoku-san, there are no amends to be made, I promise. I’m not mad, nor do I feel unhappy or unsafe. I forgive you.”

Your regaining of the ability to speak in complete sentences greatly reassures him 😮‍💨😁

“Ah. Well. I am grateful for your kindness and understanding. It will not happen again.”

…

Hold up 🧐

Why does she seem… she seems… disappointed? Should I have said it will happen again??

You’ve suddenly given Kyojuro something quite pleasant to ponder 🤔

After all, he isn’t entirely oblivious 😉

“Are you going to apologize?” Sanemi demands

“For what?” you screech

“For touching my hand with your boob!”

Your eyes roll, “Oh fuck off!”

“I didn’t ask to touch you,” he grunts

“I wouldn’t have given you permission anyway,” you retort 😒

Arms crossing over his bare chest, Sanemi scoffs, “Well I didn’t give mine either!”

“You’re ridiculous. It was an accident.”

You seem genuinely pissed 😬

Sanemi rethinks his approach

“You know I’m joking, right?” 😅

“Nooo,” your sarcasm cuts deep, “I thought you were flirting.” 😐

Uh 😀

Well 😃

Shit 😄

“Fuck you!”

When in doubt, curse ‘em out 💀

You scowl, confusion lingering as your blood boils, “Fuck you!”

“I said it first.” 🙄

You stalk away, fed up with his antics

#man child #sort of #romantically inept is more like it

As tends to happen with epiphanies, yours doesn’t hit until you’re almost asleep

“WAS THAT MOTHERFUCKER FLIRTING WITH ME???!” 😳🥴😭

Best believe Shinazugawa Sanemi is about to have a Lesson 101 in flirting asap 😤😎

(assuming you’re older, like, mentor age to Muichiro)

Neither of you make a fuss about it

It’s like accidentally calling your teacher mom 😬

Or grabbing a random person’s hand in the supermarket thinking they’re your parent 🫣

Embarrassing, but not a huge deal — unless you make it one

There’re those three seconds of slow motion Uhh and What just happened and Oops 🫠

And then time speeds up to normal again, you have a quick conversation with your eyes (gosh forbid you speak and bring the unspoken into reality 💀), and it’s over

^^ Alternatively, if Muichiro initiates a conversation to clear the air, then you’re able to have a mature and concise chat that is respectfully and patiently resolved

Embarrassing/accidental encounters are part of growing up

As long as they can be navigated ~safely, there shouldn’t be any lasting harm

⚠️I also want to emphasize that I am talking solely on inarguably accidental/one time incidences⚠️

Hehehe

Giyuu’s hand is stuck 🫣

Only for like, a fleeting second

But omg 😭

He was already embarrassed, and now he’s triply embarrassed 🫠🫠🫠

“... Tomioka-san?”

You won’t lie; you aren’t especially bothered 🤭

But it is a compromising position to be caught in; Giyuu lowkey crushing you, one of his palms clearly cupping your boob 😬

#wrestling #or something #so maybe this isn’t super realistic #forgive me

You’re about to repeat his name when he finally springs to life, immediately rolling off you, standing abruptly, about to literally sprint away

And then he remembers his manners 🙃

He offers you a hand

His other hand; his boob hand is currently tucked away in his haori

He’s never washing it again

#closet perv

“Thanks,” you smile faintly, accepting his assistance as you lift yourself from the ground

You hope he can’t hear your heartbeat 💓

He definitely can 😶

But can you hear his?

“I don’t think we should train together anymore.”

Giyuu is swift and harsh with his solutions

“Why?”

Your question comes out stiffer than intended

He hesitates, unable to interpret the fear in your tone — the longing

“I always beat you,” he explains lamely, “Don’t you get tired of losing?”

You scoff cheerfully, grinning now as you squeeze his hand

Fuck, we were still holding hands?! <— Giyuu is in shambles 😳

“I could never lose!” you declare, feelings brimming in your throat, spilling onto your tongue, “Not when I’m with you.”

Then we should absolutely stop training together would be the responsible reaction

Attachments are the most dangerous game for a Hashira to play 😕

Instead, Giyuu’s rendered speechless, unable to shake his hand from yours

“Well alright then,” he mutters, stomach churning as he narrowly avoids the warmth in your gaze

In fact, you swear he squeezes back 💓

“EXCUSE ME! I HAVE A WIFE!” 😤😤😤

“You have three wives.” 🙄

Sputtering, Tengen shrieks, “I already have plenty of breasts to touch!”

“Tengen,” you glare, not one to back down as you jab a finger into his own chest, “You touched my boob.” 😒

“AND I’M SORRY!” 😭

Much better 😌

“I don’t know what they see in you,” you scoff (you’re also lying, you can see plenty🤭), “They’re gorgeous… and you freak out when you accidentally touch a boob.” 💀

Tengen is 100% pouting now

“I don’t freak out when I touch their boobs,” he huffs

“Well aren’t they lucky.” 😐

“You could be lucky too!”

…

Tengen starts running

You give chase

“DID YOU TALK TO THEM ABOUT THIS?”

Tengen runs faster

“TENGEN!!!!!”

Tengen runs faster and faster

You give up

*insert gasping for air here*

“DO YOUR WIVES KNOW THEY’RE MARRIED TO A COWARD???!!!”

Oh well, you’ll have to visit their estate sometime this week 🙃

You’re sure to get an answer from Hina, Makio, and Suma ☺️

And you can’t wait to see more of Tengen 😏😋

Sorry, sometimes the horny just happens 🥴

#hashira x reader #headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #muichiro x reader #giyuu x reader #tengen x reader

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strawberrystepmom · 7 months

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cw children, cw families, cw pregnancy. satoru and f!reader are married (this is the happily ever after of the semi established relationship), have a child, reader is pregnant with twins. just domestic fluff. wc936

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune as always 🩷

Standing in the kitchen of your home, you hear the pair of your husband Satoru and your daughter approaching long before you ever see either of them. They’re bickering, as per usual, your daughter attempting to show her unreasonable father reason.

Perhaps she takes after you more than you think despite being his mirror image, all white hair that stands up on end if you don’t style it every day and wild eyes like the sky. She’s beautiful, every bit of him and every bit of you that she is. A good girl with a big heart full of kindness.

“Daddy, you lost!” Her voice echoes alongside their footsteps and Satoru’s scoff as a rebuttal to her statement. You shake your head.

Maybe she is just like her father after all.

She’s four years old and you can picture the way her little hands are thrown out in exasperation without seeing them yourself. Her chubby fingers are almost certainly gripping the sides of his face while she scowls at him and you’re double certain he’s fighting the urge to say something sarcastic as the two of them finally enter the kitchen.

He’s holding her against his chest on one of his arms despite her being too big to be carried around as she’ll claim on any other day. Her hands are indeed cupping either side of his face and two sets of eyes as blue as you’ve ever seen them train on you.

You wear many hats and recently “referee” has become the most common one, her budding personality adorable but a foil to her larger than life father neither of you were expecting.

“Mama, I beat daddy!”

A grin spreads across your face and you hold out your arms for your daughter who reaches out without a second thought. She’s never too big for her mama to snuggle, cheek pressing against her soft and wild hair, little waves she inherited from you framing her face.

It’s difficult for you to hold her while pregnant but you do your best, grabbing her and sliding her onto your hip so she can throw her arms around your neck. You turn your head away enough that she notices and takes the opportunity to stick her tongue out in Satoru’s direction. He pretends to be offended, clutching his chest in horror.

“She did not beat me!”

The smile you’ve been wearing grows into a full blown grin at his insistence that he was not bested in a round of 50cc Mario Kart by his toddler and you press a kiss against the top of her head before turning to look at Gojo.

“Given the way you’re pouting, I’d say you definitely lost, handsome.”

Another shocked scoff and he folds his arms over his chest, looking down at the ground and kicking at it with one of his sock clad feet. He’s had the entire week off to spend time with your family and you can’t deny you love seeing him more relaxed than he usually is, even when he’s lamenting.

“I didn’t lose but she did win.”

You smile, your daughter humming happily as you hand her a grape from the pile you’ve been chopping on the counter. Preparing a little picnic for the afternoon, the three of you planning the outing last night. Trying to reposition her over your rounded belly, Satoru notices the predicament and holds his arms out for her to enter once again.

She chomps her grape and reaches up to rub his stubbly cheek, grinning, before kicking her legs out to be let down. He bends at the waist and places her gently on the floor below and she rushes to hug your belly, pressing her cheek against it.

“My big girl, you are so sweet,” he starts, voice thick, watching his little ones, here and not quite here yet, interact with one another.

“You hear that brother and sister? Daddy’s a loser,” she whispers to your belly and your jaw drops when she giggles gleefully and runs off, little feet pounding on the floor as she heads back to the designated play room.

You and your husband share a glance before cracking up, hand coming to his bicep to hold onto him while you nearly topple over with laughter.

“I think you’ve been a bad influence this week,” you wipe tears off of your face, grin big and bright. A sheepish shrug is his response before pulling you close and resting his hand on your belly, rubbing it gently. You shut your eyes and rest your head against his bicep.

“Well, when these two get here I’ll be home for four weeks. She’ll be really rotten by the time those are over.”

Shaking your head, you wrap your arms around his waist and rub your thumbs over his lower back.

“Maybe one out of three will be like me,” you joke and he laughs, dipping his chin and kissing your forehead.

“Or maybe you’ll just have two more mini Satoru’s to make you worry instead.”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

He shrugs, you feel it rather than see it.

“I can’t deny how nice it would be to have a little you, though. Sweet and funny and grumpy…” he trails off, expecting a scolding, but instead you hum.

“I don’t mind either way. No matter what, they’re ours.”

Ours. A word that sounds sweet every time it leaves your lips. A life you weren’t sure you’d ever build together has burst to life and it’s hard not to just simply feel grateful it’s happening.

“Our perfect little angels.”

You nod once. It’s not exactly the term you’d pick but it’ll do, heart singing over the fact he loves you and your children so much.

“Exactly.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoken #kendall writes #cw children #cw families #cw pregnancy

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 28 days

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The fact that I made a Spidersona whose whole thing is Being Up In Hobie's Face is because if Hobie Brown was real and I had the privilege of working with him

I would in fact be, All Up In Hobie's Face.

Like.. Look at that face!! Sculpted by the gods!!!

And it's like I could do that because you can't even tell me I'm being unreasonable or over-exagerating cause look at him!!!!

What, you want me to just pretend he's ugly? You want me to make believe that he isn't fine? NO!!

I got every reason in the world to be. Can't even tease me over it.

Like 'What are you starin' so hard at me for?🤔😂'

Shut the hell up you know what I'm staring at. You know you cute. Don't even try to play. Now shut up you're distracting me from staring 😳

Like forreal if you met him wouldn't you be like 'this dude is funny and cool and handsome and PUNK and also he hasn't told me to piss off and kick rocks yet so until he DOES imma just follow him around and laugh real hard at his corny ass jokes mkay?'

No? Just me? Well.... 😐

#my Spidersona isn't a self insert she just has eyes #it's the reasonable reaction #we're all thinking it including him #spiderman #spider man #atsv #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #hobie brown x oc #hobie x oc #spidersona #spidersonas #DiscoSpider #disco spider

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theemporium · 10 months

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hiii, could you write a charles angry jealous smut with fluff at the end pls ❤️

thank you for requesting!🖤

You knew your boyfriend was a handsome man.

He was so fucking pretty that sometimes it was hard for you to believe he was human, and everyone who met him thought the same. Add in the fact that he was unreasonably kind and sweet, and you knew you were lucky to be with him.

You loved Charles and you trusted him more than you trusted anyone else in your life.

But that didn’t mean you trusted the people around him.

You hated the way the journalist was eyeing him. The way she was flicking her hair over her shoulder and laughing a little too hard at his jokes. You hated the way she playfully shoved his shoulder and the way she kept smiling at him. You hated the way her questions started to get a little too personal, which only made your boyfriend squirm a little before he politely answered the questions and tried to direct the questions back to his racing.

You hated that you felt jealous at all when you knew Charles felt nothing for her.

But you still needed—craved—that reassurance.

“Fuck, cherie,” the garbled moans left his lips as he gripped your hips tight enough that you knew, without a doubt, bruises would form by the morning. “Just like that, baby, doing so good for me.”

You braced your hands on his chest, your painted nails looking so pretty against his skin. You threw your head back, wistful and pretty moans leaving your lips as you rocked your hips back and forth. You looked like a fucking angel and Charles loved it.

He knew something was wrong on your way back to the hotel. You were quieter than usual and even his shitty little jokes weren’t making you laugh. At first, he was worried he had done something wrong but the second he closed the door behind you, you were on him.

He had chuckled as you practically ripped his shirt over his head, making some remark about how needy you were, but it fell short when you pushed him back on the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist before kissing him so hard he thought he would bruise.

“Baby—”

“Shhh,” you grumbled as your fingers made quick move by undoing the button on his trousers. “Wanna make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good, cherie,” he murmured but his words barely made you blink as you quickly undressed, barely giving yourself a chance to slip your dress off before you sunk down on his cock.

Because this was what you needed. You needed to see Charles moaning and writhing beneath you. You needed to see him gripping your hips and begging you to move faster, guiding you up and down his cock as he moaned your name and fucked his hips up into you. You needed to see him become a complete mess just for you.

“Want you to come inside me,” you whined as you leaned down to kiss him. It was messy and sloppy and muffled the whimpers he let out. “Please, Charlie.”

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as your walls clenched around him, as you scratched at his biceps as your orgasm washed over you, him following soon after as he spilled inside you.

You couldn’t bring it within yourself to move just yet, laying down on his chest with his cock still deep inside you as he traced his hands up and down your back. He pressed soft kisses along your forehead before he let out a small chuckle.

“What?” you murmured sleepily, fighting back your yawn.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” he murmured back to you.

You scoffed. “I wasn’t—”

“I saw you glaring at that lady,” he said in a knowing voice and you lifted your head to find him grinning at you. “Don’t be shy, it’s cute seeing you get so…”

“Possessive?” you supplied for him.

His grin widened. “Exactly.”

“You’re mine,” you said with a huff and Charles could only laugh as he guided your lips back to his.

“Forever and always, cherie,” he murmured, a delighted smile on his face as he kissed you.

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sim0nril3y · 8 months

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Saturday Night Football

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: You can't help but notice that Simon is a little distracted one a nice evening in the pub, so you make it your mission to distract him too. Note: Set in 2014 Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), teasing, implied smut, Simon being his usual guarded self, canon-typical swearing, football talk (British Football), Simon would be a Man United supporter not a doubt in my mind.

The pub was fairly rowdy for an early Saturday evening and even as you sat opposite Simon he seemed unreasonably distracted and honestly a little irritated. Happily, you were sat chatting as you realised his eyes were fixed on something behind your head, then realising his mistake and forcing himself to focus on the conversation, nodding his head and asking another set of questions that would get you off onto another tangent.

When he didn’t react as you made a risqué little comment you finally decided to find out what was happening behind you that was hoarding his attention. “Ah…” You muttered softly, seeing the Saturday night football game on the television screen. “I see…” Then turning your attention back towards Simon with a quirked brow. “I didn’t realise that you liked football.” You mentioned sipping at your wine and watching him sigh. “I only watch the United games…” Glancing over your shoulder you could see Manchester United were indeed playing against Manchester City.

Easily you shrugged your shoulders and commented. “You should have told me; I’d never forced you out if you wanted to watch the game in peace at home.” His eyes set on you suddenly then. “And pass up spending time with you?” A pinch formed between his brow before you slipped around the table to slide into the seat beside him. “Mm… I was thinking more that we could have curled up on your sofa and watched the game together…” Leaning in to press a soft kiss to his jawline. “Maybe you’d have an old Man U shirt I could wear~”

A soft groan pulled from deep in his throat before turning his attention fully towards you then. “Behave…” He muttered softly and you giggled as you happily sunk into his side, accepting a strong arm around your frame pulling you closer to him. Your eyes focused on the screen. “He’s fucking diving.” Simon grumbled out beside you and like a good puppy you echoed. “Yeah, he’s fucking diving…” His dangerous eyes set on you then and you grinned softly.

The game continued and you mentioned absent-mindedly. “He’s handsome…” Looking at one of the United players. “You think so?” He smirked softly taking a sip from his beer. “Yeah, but in a way too pretty and would take more time getting ready than me, kind of way.” You scrunched you nose then. “No, I like my men a little more rugged.” Leaning in you kissed the corner of his mouth sweetly. “Hard and tough.” You spotted the way Simon adjusted himself slyly beneath the table.

“Pretty girl, if you don’t watch your tongue, I’m gonna give you hell once the game is over.” It was a warning and one that you were more than willing to ignore as you daintily placed a hand on his thigh. “Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.” More of a threat this time and instead of pushing him further you simply patted his thigh and leaned a little harder into his side. “Si, I thought you liked it when I didn’t think~”

Simon was up in a second, it was almost erotic watching the way he downed his remaining pint in a hearty couple of chugs. “Up.” He commanded lowly and you smiled up at him. “My wine…” You gestured to the quarter you had remaining in your glass when his hand clasped your jaw and made you gaze up at him. “Up.” The second you were up on your feet Simon was pulling you from the pub and the second you were outside you were thrown haphazardly over his shoulder. “I warned you, pretty girl.”

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rogueddie · 1 year

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I continue to be unreasonably enraged that no one wanted to dance with Dustin at the snow ball in season 2. He looked adorable! A sweetheart, if you will! That's my handsome son and he deserved more appreciation god damnit!

#stranger things #dustin henderson

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 1 year

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When You Share A Birthday With Them (Heartslabyul and Scarabia)

The gift you give them: a handmade scrapbook

Word Count: 11k+

Warning: Reader is female

Since it’s my birthday, let me give you guys a gift 🥰

ACE TRAPPOLA

Honestly, Ace didn't want a party - he wanted to spend the entire day glued to your side and being the only one to bask in your company.

No annoying Grim, no pesky Loosey-Deucey, no stupid schoolmates tripping over themselves to get a morsel of your attention

Just him, you and hours of alone time

He both loved and hated that you were the most sought after student in the entirety of NRC (and RSA, if some rumours were to be believed)

Loved because, well, why not? You were the most gorgeous angelic being he had ever laid his eyes on. Every time he saw you passing by, he swore he could feel time slow down and see ethereal light illuminating your face. It took two days of quickening heartbeats, sweaty palms and laboured breaths for him to finally come to terms with his infatuation. And when he realised that he fell for you, he realised hard.

Suddenly everything he did, he did for you. Every stray touch or ‘friendly’ arm around your shoulder was so that he could soak as much of your skinship as he could. Every game of basketball was so that he could see you cheering for him. Every task he completed, no matter how big or small - be it painting roses, studying for exams or simple chores - he did to earn your praise. Your presence was a drug and he was shamelessly addicted - your intoxicating smiles gave him a rush that was so much more sweeter than when he scored a perfect hoop.

Hated because well, even if you were dating, you still had a multitude of friends that were completely whipped for you (he was more than comfortably certain that if he were to pass on in a tragic accident, the entire student body of NRC would attend his funeral with a sign saying ‘y/n’s second boyfriend’ hanging around their necks and use his eulogy as an opportunity to hit on you) and he knows because he’s been there. He remembers the time when having you in his arms was just one of the many daydreams that you starred in, when he was the one who did everything he could so that you would spend more time with him, even if for a few more minutes. He knows that there are plenty of students who are smarter, richer, more handsome, who could whisk you away into a fairytale romance and leave him freezing and aching in the shadows. Now that he’s got you, he doesn’t think he could ever let you go.

Not to mention, ever since the two of you had made your relationship known to the public (and by ‘the two of you’, he means ‘he stormed into the crowded cafeteria right after you accepted his confession, slammed the doors against the walls and loudly proclaimed that “Y/N L/N IS MY GIRLFRIEND!” before immediately getting scolded by Riddle’) Professors Crewel and Trein have been on his case. He swears, he can feel Lucius giving him the stink-eye during class.

But now - now that you revealed this sweet, sweet bit of info - he felt like he was on cloud nine yet again.

What other evidence could there be to prove that you are the perfect one for him? What other reason could there be to show how incredibly matched the two of you are than the fact that you were born on the exact same day?

Now he finally, finally has a reason to have you all for himself.

Of course, he knows that with the many friends you have around campus, locking the two of you up in your bedroom in Ramshackle for the next twenty-four hours is kind of unreasonable

But that doesn’t mean he won’t make this day special for the two of you.

First of all, he’s sleeping over.

Texting each other birthday wishes at midnight? Psssh lame

Lying down next to each other on your bed and whispering ‘happy birthday’ to each other the second the clock turns twelve, moonlight splashing a supernatural glow onto your faces under the cover of darkness, whilst Grim is snoozing away on his little cat bed? Hell yeah

Instead of birthday beats, the two of you commemorate the start of your mutual birthday by giving each other the appropriate number of birthday kisses.

You start by pressing small, yet slow kisses across his jawline. Then you make your way up his cheeks, on his glabella, down the slope of his nose and right in the middle of its bridge. With every kiss, he makes soft whimpering noises as his chest rises and falls with every deep inhale. He makes a slight keening sound from the back of his throat when you place your second to last peck right on the corner of his mouth, so close yet so far from where he wants you. Then, you decide to stop torturing him and you press your lips against his. He angles his head and places one his hands on the back of yours so that he can

Ace gives you a boyish grin when you pull away, “my turn.”

“Wha-ACE!” you whisper-yell in surprise as he flips you over so that your back unceremoniously hits the mattress and places his hands on either side of your head so that he can cage you.

He gives you a smile that Che’nya would be proud of when he leans in, “I hope that you’re aware, Y/N, I’m planning to reclaim every kiss you withheld from me.” And he surges in, grabbing the sides of your face in a gentle way that does nothing to resemble the ferocious onslaught of his lips against yours. Every breath is taken right from your lungs as you find yourself sinking into the warm feeling of his affection rushing through every vessel in your body. He pulls back the moment the your head gets fuzzy from the lack of oxygen and stares at your flustered, heaving self before immediately diving back in for more and he does so again and again and again until he’s completed his side of the birthday kisses.

When the both of you are left panting for breath, he uses his thumb from one of the hands still cradling your face to rub gently against your cheek. Even in the darkness of the witching hour, you could see the clear unabashed adoration that gleamed in his eyes when he whispered, “Sevens, Y/N, I love you so much it's crazy. I swear, you taste better than any cherry pie I’ve ever had.”

(“I don’t suppose you want another kiss for luck?” he smirks at you and wiggles his eyebrows. You didn’t have the energy to throw a pillow at his head but you did give him a glare that was able to make him say “kidding, kidding” before gathering you up in his arms and hooking his chin over your head, finding comfort in the way his body was able to wrap around yours.)

The both of you fall asleep in each other’s embrace, blissfully drifting off-

Until Grim wakes the both of you up by jumping onto your slumbering bodies until you agreed to give him his tuna

After changing into your respective uniforms, the two of you share breakfast at the Ramshackle dining table until you hear Deuce knocking on your front door, causing Ace to groan as he’s reminded that he does have to share you with the rest of the school

Before the two of you leave, Ace pins on a rosette with the words ‘BIRTHDAY GIRL’ in big glittery block letters onto your blazer and you do the same to his (with his rosette having the words ‘BIRTHDAY BOY’ printed on), pecking him on the lips once you’re done.

The two of you make your way to Heartslabyul where you’re both greeted by numerous card soldiers

As per the rules, Riddle hosts a birthday party instead of the usual unbirthday

You and Ace are given the seats of honour beside Riddle’s throne, with Trey placing a beautiful layered cake in front of you - it’s tiers a mix of both your boyfriend and yours aesthetics

Right after the dorm sings ‘happy birthday’ the two of you happily blow out the candles in unison and then share a birthday smooch ♡

“Wow,” Ace mutters, as Trey and Cater try to prevent a red-faced Riddle from either blowing up, having an aneurysm or passing out, “that wish sure works fast.”

You bet that he’s going to be flaunting you around the school, showing off to anyone and everyone how the two of you have the same birthday

The two of you end the day cuddled up under a blanket/pillow fort where you decide to exchange your personal gifts to each other

You both got so many gifts from everyone else that you thought that it would be better and more intimate if you gave your own gifts to each other when you were alone

So the two of you set the whole scene in the living room: you grabbed chairs from the dining table, a few pillows and blankets, filled Grim’s stomach with tuna and sent him upstairs to sleep and lit a few candles for ambiance

Ace went first by giving you a box that looked neatly wrapped in paper that was patterned with playing cards on first glance but upon closer inspection, you could see the hints of untidiness with slight tears, uneven sides and a bit of generosity when applying the sellotape. It was obvious that he did try his best to make it look nice for you - even if the metallic silver stick-on star bow looked like it was three seconds away from falling off

You gently open up your gift to find a necklace with a metallic heart that had a large letter ‘A’ engraved on it

He of course had to do the thing where he puts it on you from behind and then presses kisses up your neck and around the space behind your ear

When you pull away and push his face away he makes a disappointed sound, looking at you like a kicked puppy and you have to remind him that you have a gift for him to

“Can’t us making out be your gift?” he pouts despondently as you move away from him to grab your gift bag.

He does take it from you with enthusiasm, though

When he reaches in and then takes out a book, he gives you a raised eyebrow before looking at the cover, which consisted of a picture of the two of you and the words “To the Ace of my heart, Love Y/N”

He flicks it open to find that every page has been filled with pictures of the two of you, cute and funny annotations of said pictures, adorable doodles and little love notes that were filled with your praise

‘Look! It’s you during a flying lesson. Have I ever told you how attractive you look when you're smiling and the wind blows through your hair like that? Well, you do - your smile always looks attractive. I can never get enough of it 😊’, ‘Remember this? This was the day you dedicated a hoop to me during one of the practice matches at your club. You may have completely miss-aimed your shot and lost the game but you’ll always be the ace of the team to me. And before you say anything I’ve dedicated a two page spread on your winning shots later in this book so you don’t have to get huffy about this one picture’, ‘look! It’s the love of my life 😊❤️’

As he was thumbing through the pages, he soaked in every handwritten letter that you wrote and - if he was being honest - he spent way more time looking at the photographs with your smiling face than he did of him.

His heart felt lighter than ever and he could feel the tell-tale pricks of overflowing emotion at the back of his eyes

He wordlessly puts the book down at his side - carefully and delicately, like it was made of glass - and then hugged you like there was no tomorrow, the force of his body slamming into yours making you fall backwards onto the floor with his arms still wrapped around you

You could feel his body trembling as he shakily whispers, “I love you so goddamn much, baby.”

He has no idea what he did or which kingdom he saved in a past life for him to be blessed with not only knowing someone like you but for someone as amazing as you to want him and cherish him like you do.

“Thank you for the best birthday of my life. I swear that in the next one and the ones after that, I’m going to knock your socks off. Just wait.”

DEUCE SPADE

When he finds out, he’s the embodiment of *surprised pikachu face*

Then he gets all giddy

Like Ace, he thinks that this is proof that the two of you were made for each other

Mama Spade likes to read romance books and watch romcoms and romantic dramas so he’s definitely is a hopeless romantic

He definitely believes that soulmates are a thing now

How else would you explain that you’re his perfect other half - you’ve travelled across worlds and come from another time, space and universe and yet the two of you have found each other

You bet he’s going to be freaking out about this information with his mother over the phone, a sappy, lovestruck smile etched on his face as he goes on and on about how perfect you are and how much he loves you and that he can’t wait to bring you home to meet her

Anyway, like with Ace, the two of you spend the evening before your shared birthday having a slumber party in Ramshackle, half because Deuce wants to be the first person to wish you on your birthday and half because he wants you to be the first person he sees on his

The both of you treat that day like it’s New Year’s and you wish each other ‘happy birthday’ and start kissing the second the clock hits twelve

First the two of you give each other a tentative peck but once you separate, Deuce looks at you, wide-eyed and completely entranced, before moving forward and claiming your lips again.

You could feel him growing more and more bold as he caresses your cheek and presses his lips against yours in a way that exuded nothing but want

And then you fell asleep whilst cuddling, with Daisy the chick (the cute and fluffy chick squishmallow that the both of you had shared custody over) nestled in between you ♡

The next day, after eating breakfast at Ramshackle (which consisted of you surprising him by making cute omurice designs because that boy deserves to be spoiled), you phone his mother so that she can wish the both of you

The entire time you and her are chatting, he’s just watching you with the biggest heart eyes

“What’s the smile for, handsome?” You ask once the two of you had said goodbye to his mother, taking note of the way the corners of his lips were pulled upwards.

He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, “ha, uh, nothing it’s just that, well, I’m just happy to see the two of you get along, that’s all.”

“That’s good,” you smiled, stepping forward to brush some stray lint off of his blazer and realign his tie, “your happiness makes me happy.”

When you looked back up at his flustered visage, you found yourself staring right at those beautiful cyan eyes you loved to get lost in. You could hear him gulp before you felt that magnetic pull that magically appeared whenever he was in your close proximity and just as you closed your eyes and were about to press your lips together-

“YO PREFECT! JUICE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Goddamnit Ace.

You have to physically hold back your ruffled boyfriend before he could deck his fellow card soldier

And so the three of you go on your merry way to your classes

You have the usual party at Heartslabyul where he nearly gets into a fistfight with Ace when the redhead wanted to spend more time with you

Trey not only made a birthday cake that’s been decorated with fondant ducklings but he also made baby chick cake pops

We stan the best baker in this house

Afterwards, you spend the day going joyriding on Deuce’s magical wheel, your arms wrapped around his torso and head resting on his upper back so you could hear his quickening heartbeat from beneath his shoulder blades

After you go for a few rounds around the less populated areas of Sage Island, he takes you to a diner where he pays for anything you want for dinner

Then he stops by his dorm to pick up his present and he walks you back to Ramshackle with both of your hands intertwined

When you arrive at your dorm he shyly hands you a gift wrapped box, his eyes trained on the floor

You open it to find a dainty little silvery metallic bracelet with a single black spade charm

If you have pierced ears, he would’ve gotten you spade earrings as well

He hurries to attach it around your wrist when you ask him if he could please put it on you and then brings your inner wrist to his mouth so he could place a kiss right on it

Then you give him a scrapbook that’s filled with photographs of the two of you and little love notes that you’ve written for his eyes only.

‘My handsome man looking stunning in his star sending robes’, ‘Look at my future police officer go! Have I mentioned that you look breathtaking during your club activities. I guess that’s why we’re so perfect together - you love track and field and I love watching you during track and field’, ‘Love, I adore you so much. I can’t wait to meet your mother and thank her for raising the most amazing person with the most beautiful and gentle heart I’ve ever met’

To say that he’s dumbfounded is an understatement. His mouth has gone completely dry and all he can hear past the blood rushing past his ears is the sound of his heart hammering against his ribcage like a drum.

All this time, he’s been trying to atone for his past, to make up for the suffering he put his mother through and become an honour student that she can be proud of. He can never be able to erase the tears that he caused her to shed but he can do his best to make sure that she’ll never cry again but even then, with all of his hard work and determination, he still finds himself falling short - whether it’s getting far too low on a test or getting in trouble with Ace or even having to actually stop himself from flipping his delinquent switch when his violent instincts start to rise (of course, the last one is no problem when it comes to you getting hurt - in that case, his chained delinquent side will come out roaring)

What’s worse is that whenever he finds himself in trouble, he’s filled with the overwhelming guilt of having to drag you down with him

Whenever he holds hands with you he always compares how small yours are compared to his, how they are much more delicate. He knows that you are made of tough stuff - you wouldn’t have survived fighting overblots whilst completely magicless in a world that isn’t your own if you weren’t - but he can’t help seeing how smooth your hands are compared to his rough, calloused ones. Whenever he sees the scars on his fingers, the lasting damage of split knuckles and adrenaline highs, he can’t help but remember the look on his mother’s face when she would notice them the morning after his late nights of bashing faces and breaking noses, of the terror that would fill her eyes whenever she would take in a new bruise.

Sometimes he wonders if he’ll ever come to you and find that expression on your face

He’s brought back to reality when he feels your hand poke his cheek. He starts in surprise and then realises from the confused expression on your face that he hasn’t said a word for a while

“Deuce?” you call to him in that sweet lilt of yours, “are you alright, love?”

You look at him with your unwavering kind-hearted gaze - the same way you always look at him. Even when you found out about his regretful past, you still held his hands with the same gentle care you always do. You’ve never held his actions against him, never treated him as though he was someone you felt threatened by.

(“My protector” is what you call him, “I’m never scared when I’m with you because I know that as long as you’re near, you’ll do your best to keep me safe.”)

When he confessed his sins, you washed away his worries. When he confessed his goals, you gave him your strength.

He placed your gift to the side and then firmly grasped onto your shoulders, looking at you with such firm determination that you start to feel worried, “I love you.”

“Yeah,” you laugh a little awkwardly, still unnerved by how blazing the fire behind his eyes is, “I know tha-”

“No, Y/N, I love you,” he repeated resolutely, “I love you so much it sometimes hurts. Every day I find more and more reasons to fall for you. Every time I look at you I can’t help but see a future with you. I want to take you home to my mum and grandma. I want to wake up every morning and make you breakfast. I want you to be there when I graduate from the police academy. I want to be with you every time you laugh and hold you whenever you cry. Whenever I think about what I want to do whether it’s ten minutes from now or ten years from now, all I can think about is that I want to do it with you.”

Your eyes softened and you gently pried one of his hands off of your shoulder and placed his palm over your cheek so you could nuzzle into it, “I like the sound of that, Deucey.”

He brings your head closer to your chest, “I swear I’ll protect you from anything that comes your way so please keep on relying on me. I’ll become someone you can be proud of.”

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

When he found out, he didn’t really give that much of a reaction

It was more like “ah, I see, you and I share a birthday”

But then, later at night, just as he’s about to go to bed, the thought of the fact that he and his darling rose were born on the same day (even though he’s her senior, what with her being a first year and all) hit him like a freight train

He never had a reason to look forward to his birthdays

Thanks to his mother, they were treated as any other day - with him tirelessly studying in a locked room until his eyes became sore and his hands hurt like hell and his back screamed for relief

If anything his birthdays were one of the worser days, as all they did was remind him of everything he was denied and deprived of

But now, not only was this going to be the first birthday since his overblot where he’s finally reclaiming control of his life and getting the childhood he always dreamed of, but he’s also going to be sharing this day with you

You. Kind, wonderful, breathtaking you. The loveliest flower he had ever laid eyes on.

And for once, he can’t help but feel excited for his birthday since he knows that he’ll be celebrating not only his birth the the birth of the person who held his heart in their hands.

He can’t wait.

Ever the gentleman, he arrives at your dorm and smartly raps his knuckles on the door.

The moment you open the door, he’s immediately blown away by the warm smile you greet him with. You’re even wearing your own version of his dorm’s uniform. He has to take a moment to clear his throat and gather himself before he holds out the bouquet of roses he’s been holding in his arms.

You thank him with a peck to his cheek and invite him inside to share a breakfast of toast and your handmade rose petal jam accompanied with tea and biscuits.

After breakfast he holds out his left elbow so that you could your own elbow with his, and then he escorts you to the Heartslabyul gardens where your joined birthday party is about to start.

The entire way there, he has his head held up with pride at having such a beauty at his side. He’s not unaware to the many many looks you receive from the rest of your peers but everytime he feels the bitter taste of jealousy you always turn to him with a smile, your lovely eyes lighting up with nothing but happiness whenever they meet his and suddenly he feels so giddy that all negative thoughts end up bursting like delicate little soap bubbles.

And having you in his dorm’s colours, with his arm interlinked with yours and it being his birthday that you share whilst you walk along the halls of NRC like the King and Queen of Hearts themselves, why he felt like he could soar above the clouds right there and then with how elated he felt

As the Dorm Leader’s girlfriend you are already regarded as the special guest of honour at every event held at the dorm but since it’s also your birthday you are given the extra special VIP guest of honour treatment.

Cater has his phone out, recording yours and Riddle’s entrance to the party. Riddle pulls out your designated chair, a heart-shaped throne much like his, and, once you're seated and pushed back in, Trey brings out a cushion with a golden tiara that matches his own crown and Riddle himself gently places it on your head and the crowd claps and cheers

The whole event is a very formal high tea with a spread of scones, tarts of every type, an assortment of jams and tiny sandwiches, and a variety of baked goods and finger foods

Trey baked the two of you a tiered strawberry Victoria sponge cake that was decorated with roses

When the time comes for you both to blow out the candles, your hand finds Riddle’s underneath the table. At first he tenses at the contact but he immediately relaxes and intertwines his fingers with yours, giving your hand a slight squeeze in the process. Even though neither of you are looking at each other, you can both tell that the other is smiling

You both drive the knife into the cake together and everyone cheers.

Since you are sitting next to each other, you both eat the slice that the two of you have cut and the subtle intimacy of you sharing the same plate of cake has his heart beating like crazy and his face blossoming with pink

He doesn’t do much to hide that small little smile either

At some point a Heartslabyul student hands you and Riddle microphones so that the both of you give birthday speeches where you both thanked everyone for throwing this party and thanked your friends for being such great friends

Ace, Deuce and a few Heartslabyul first years did tear up when you genuinely and wholeheartedly thanked them for making you feel at home in a world that wasn’t yours and that them inviting you into their dorm made you feel less alone and like you had a family here and it was a one hit k.o

You: I love you guys 🥰

Ace, Deuce and Grim: WE LOVE YOU TOO, Y/N 😭😭😭

YOU used KINDNESS

It was super effective

I hope you know that you have an entire dorm of chaotic card soldiers that would die for you

You and Riddle do say a few sweet words to each other because you both prefer to keep the PDA at a minimum but then once Riddle stops talking he takes your hand and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles right in front of everyone’s salad

The rest of the day is spent with the two of you side by side: taking a stroll around the rose maze, playing a private game of croquet, tending to the Heartslabyul animals and horse riding.

All of which involve Riddle gazing at you endearingly

The two of you have an intimate tea party when the day is done.

Unlike the other ‘intimate’ tea parties you have - all of which are located in a private bandstand in the Heartslabyul gardens - this tea party is truly intimate since Riddle had it specially prepared in his bedroom

He pulled out all the stops with rose petals sprinkled over a luxurious white lacy tablecloth that covered a quaint little table, soft rolled-up cloth napkins that were tied up with a perfectly done red bow placed over the two fine china plates, lit candles and cushioned chairs.

After dinner, the two of you find yourselves reclining next to and embracing each other on his four poster

It’s there where the two of your exchange gifts

Riddle gifted you a custom-made charm bracelet that included little trinkets of a tea cup, a flamingo, a pink and blue hedgehog, a miniature version of his crown, a rose and a heart

He spent the entire time of you carefully unwrapping the pristinely packaged parcel, opening the jewellery box and admiring the bracelet in apprehensive silence as his mind went into a downwards spiral on whether or not you’ll like it

Don’t worry, though, your lips on his cheek and beaming smile of thanks was able to wash all of that away

“Do you like it?” he asks timidly.

“Of course I do,” you answer resolutely, “how could I not love it? It reminds me of you.”

Sevens, you really aren’t good for his heart.

It’s clear that you were incredibly touched by this thoughtful gesture and you hurry to give him your gift

Since your boyfriend is camera shy, instead of giving him a photobook, you hand him a leatherbound journal that has been filled, cover to cover, with pages upon pages of your endless love for him. From three page letters to love notes consisting of five lines, every word you have written is seeping with adoration, the ink on those pages completely pouring with your tender devotion. Not a single space of blankness was left bare as your writings went from corner to corner, making him dizzy at just how much care you had put into this gift

‘To my darling Riddle, falling in love with you has been the most beautiful, most incredibly wonderful unexpected accident that has ever occurred to me...’

‘My dearest Riddle, the sovereign of my heart, I just came back from watching you practice at the Equestrian Club. Did you know that when you smile I feel like I’m basking in the warmth of the sun? I feel like I could gaze upon your happiness for eternity and never once feel tired. How lucky am I to have the most handsome being in all of Twisted Wonderland to call mine…’

‘Riddle, my love, you have one of the kindest and sweetest hearts I have ever met. Your commitment and loyalty to the ones you care for have never once failed to woo me. Everything from your intelligence, your integrity, the softness of your eyes, the euphony of your voice, the gentleness of your touch and the feeling of complete reliability I sense from your presence have captivated me and have done nothing but make me fall for you over and over again - I don’t think that I’ll ever be able to stop…’

He’s only a few pages in and his ears are already burning red, his face a beautiful crimson. His head feels light with the way his mind reels at the onslaught of euphoria.

“Riddle,” you start, growing concerned at the way his body froze and a single tear cascaded down his cheek.

He closes the book and sets it aside on his bedside table, and then, without even a hint of warning, he throws himself at you and wraps his arms around you and buries his face into the crook of your neck. You can feel him shaking, muffled sobs quaking his body as you feel wetness beginning to form at the base of your shoulder.

“Oh darling,” you coo, leaning your own head against his whilst softly and lovingly threading your fingers through his scarlet locks. That soft-hearted, caring gesture only made him squeeze you tighter and for his whimpers to become louder, “I’m sorry, dearest. It wasn’t my intention to make you cry.”

“No,” he pulls back, his wide-eyed watery gaze staring at you with longing, tears streaming down his flustered cheeks. He grips your shoulders tightly, “don’t apologise. Never apologise when you’re with me.”

You hummed in reply and gently wiped away his tears with your thumb, “but still-”

“Wait, Y/N,” he takes a deep, determined breath, “I wish to speak. You are and always will be one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. You’ve ingrained yourself into my heart so deeply that not a second goes by where I don’t feel your presence. When you’re not in my sight, you’re in my thoughts. And when I'm asleep, you’re in my dreams. Whenever we’re apart I’m filled with a yearning that’s part anguish part joy - anguish because the torment I feel when you’re away from me is torture, yet joy because I know the hope I have of when I see you again fills me with the happiness of knowing that I have something to look forward to and someone I can share that happiness with. You broke down every rule I made for myself. You brought light and colour to my cold and monotonous world and for that I can spend a hundred lifetimes thanking you and it wouldn’t even scratch the surface of the gratitude I have for what you’ve done for me. I know that this world isn’t your home, my rose, however, you have become mine. Believe me, I am aware of my faults but Y/N I promise, I will do my best to become someone who is worthy of calling you theirs. So please continue to stay by my side?”

“Riddle,” you smile at him, “there’s no reason for you to ask that of me. I don’t intend on leaving you anytime soon. Or ever, actually.”

With that, Riddle surges forward and claims your lips with his, pressing as deep as he can to show you just how deeply, completely and irrevocably in love he is with you, how you have bewitched him with your very being and have given him everything he’s ever craved for and more, how he wants you more than he wants anything else in the world. The second the two of you part he has you in his embrace yet again, wanting nothing more than to get lost in your touch.

“You have successfully stolen my heart and rule number 23 dictates that one must replace anything that they have stolen. However, I implore you, dearest - please keep my heart for as long as you live because at this point, it rightfully belongs to you.”

CATER DIAMOND

The first thing he did was squeal with absolute delight

“OMG, this is so cray-cray!”

He then immediately tells all of his followers on Magicam, twst!Twitter, twst!Snapchat

#WhenYourGFIsAlsoYourSoulmate #ItsFate #CoupleGoals #CoupleGoalsCouldNever

On the day of your birthdays he’s going all out

He’s documenting/live blogging the entire day on all of his socials

You’re both wearing sashes that have glittery letters spelling ‘BIRTHDAY BOY/GIRL’ on them

When he picks you up he gives you a keychain that has your shared star sign on it because he seems like an astronomy guy to me

The two of you do have a trendy Pinterest-style cake during your birthday party but Trey uses his unique magic on it so Cater doesn’t taste it’s sweetness

He also gets Trey to put on sparkler candles that were the letters ‘C’ and your first name’s initial and a heart as well as two firework candles and he records your reaction to the cake being lit instead of the actual cake because your eyes lighting up were much more beautiful than some dumb candles ♡

(Trey had to have a firm hold on Ace and Deuce’s shoulders to make sure that they don’t do anything stupid near the flames)

After the party he’s taking you out for a walk in the town square so that the two of you can go cafe hopping and so that there can be plenty of photo ops along the way

He pays for everything you order so don’t even think about getting up

Even though he doesn’t like sweets he won’t say no to a few bites of whatever you’re having if you feed him ;)

You two are definitely wearing matching clothes during this date by the way

Then the two of you go back to Ramshackle where you both can canoodle amorously without running the risk of being interrupted by one of his dorm mates

His gift to you is an acrylic stand that resembles an MP3 player. At the top centre was his favourite selfie of the two of you and underneath that picture was the title of yours and Cater’s favourite song.

“Isn’t it totes adorbs?” he chirps as he takes in your awed expression. He points at a small black and white QR code that was placed in a lower corner, “see this? If you scan it on your phone, it takes you to our shared playlist. Awesome, right?”

When you give him your handmade photobook, he has to take a breather when he turns the pages.

Some pictures are the ones that the two of you have taken together whilst others are selfies that you had printed out from his magicam account. It included some photos you had on your personal phone like the ones of him rocking out on his guitar during his club activities or the rare candid photos you took where he wasn’t wearing that happy-go-lucky fake smile and instead showed you the real him that he kept hidden underneath the layers of goofy jokes and playful laughter.

Reading your little comments has him subconsciously giving out an actual genuine soft smile

‘Well if it isn’t my reliable upperclassman, Cay-Cay crushing it on the guitar. Watching you have fun on stage during your concerts always makes me swoon #BFGoals’, ‘You know, I figured out why you’re so perfect for me - diamonds are a girl’s best (boy)friend after all’, ‘Look at my gorgeous bf. Everytime you go #NoFilter I feel like I #WonAtLife’

Oh, Prefect how he adores you. Hasn’t he got such a sweet underclassman?

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, inching closer and closer to you until your lips are millimetres apart, his gaze a mixture of besotted and wanting, “you know just how to make Cay-Cay’s heart go cray-cray.”

“Cater,” you breathed, “you're too close!”

“That's the problem, honey,” he said, pecking your lips, “no matter how close we are (he gave them another peck), I just need to be (and another) closer (and another).”

“What-umph-what are you doing?”

“What do you think? I need to make up for the birthdays I had where I was supposed to be with you.”

TREY CLOVER

First of all: HUSBAND MATERIAL

It probably seems like I don’t like him as much as I do my faves but lads I stan this man so much

I’m just horrible at writing for him

Just - just look at him

His aura is just so domestic and everything about him screams ‘I know how to treat you right’

Plus he’s a baker so you know he smells good

And you know behind that kind, reliable upperclassman ‘only-sane-man’ and ‘single mother of the dorm’ exterior, he’s housing some chaotic stuff

Because 1) it’s always the quiet ones and the ones you least expect and 2) he’s a card soldier and Heartslabyul is one of the most chaotic dorms in NRC

I’m like 110% sure he knows at least 15 different ways of hiding a body

Anyways back to the headcanons

He’s so happy to hear this

To him there’s just something so intimate about sharing such a special day with the girl he loves

The afternoon before your shared birthday the two of you have a baking date where you make your birthday cake - and the other assorted baked goods for your joined birthday party - together

The entire date was so soft and domestic and it felt extra special knowing how important the food you were making

On the day of your birthday, he hands you a little cupcake bouquet

After your birthday party, he takes you to a private area in the Heartslabyul gardens for a picnic

The two of you just lie on the grass and start talking about everything and nothing and basking in each others company in the peace and quiet

He’s reclining against a tree and you are lying on the grass with your head propped up on his comfortable lap, the both of you perfectly content and full after feeding each other finger foods and sharing Trey’s incredible baking

Meanwhile the rest of Heartslabyul is in chaos without their brain cell and impulse control holders

Like red paint is splattered everywhere, Riddle is chasing Ace with a flamingo mallet and Cater is filming it as Deuce is lying in a fetal position on the ground waiting for you to come and pick him up

He gifts you a cute apron that comes in a matching set so that the two of you can wear matching couple aprons when you bake.

He also gives you a wooden spoon that’s been engraved with a cute little message from him

You give him your recent venture into arts and crafts:

A scrapbook that you made that has all of your favourite memories with him, as well as your cheeky little comments

‘Do you know that whenever you roll up your sleeves to start baking, your husband vibes go off the charts?’, ‘No wonder your parents work at a bakery - how else could they have made such a cutie pie’, ‘Hey, remember this? It was that time I joined you and Rook in the Science Club and taught you both how to make elephant’s toothpaste and then you got disappointed because it wasn’t actual toothpaste. I swear I wanted to get down on one knee and propose right there and then.’

The entire time he’s skimming through, he’s just shaking his head and chuckling in amusement

“Thanks, cupcake, I really appreciate it,” he leans over to you and pecks your forehead, “Not as much as I appreciate you, though.”

“Now would you prefer a princess cut or a diamond band?”

(This is so short I feel so guilty for doing this to such a marriage material man but I literally have no idea what to write for him 😭)

KALIM AL-ASIM

Sunshine boy is literally the embodiment of :D when he finds out

His eyes go wide and start sparkling, sparkly flowers start dancing around his head and his sunshine aura quadruples

You tell him at 10:00. By 10:03 everyone in Scarabia knows. By 10:05 everyone in NRC knows.

I’m telling you he’s practically shouting it from the rooftops

He spends the next few days just making it clear that everyone knows that he and his treasure share a birthday

“Professor, Y/N and I have the same birthday, isn’t that great :D”

“I’m aware, Mr Al-Asim, however I believe I asked you to answer question 7.”

“*blissful sigh* It’s like we’re soulmates ( ´ ▽ ` )”

“Heaven’s, I need a drink…”

He wanted to throw a party that very night to celebrate the joyous occasion of him discovering this wondrous news

You were fortunately able to get him to agree to just a two-person dance party in his bedroom with just the two of you

Jamil, who had felt his ‘Kalim is planning another party’ senses tingling, mentally thanked you

But on the actual day though

Oh boy

Sunshine otter boy went all out

Because double birthdays = double party obviously

When you entered Scarabia it looked like the birthday extravaganza of a lifetime

You can see Ace, Deuce and Grim mucking about with some purple peacocks and golden camels from the menagerie that Kalim had brought in before your vision shifted and you found yourself on top of carpet, who happily took you to where Kalim was joyfully waving at people from the top of his elephant.

The two of you start the joined party sitting next to each other during the parade as everyone cheers for the two of you as though you’re the prince and princess of the school

He most probably had a crate full of outfits sent to Ramshackle that morning that were your favourite colours plus some jewellery and sent a note asking you to wear one of them for that night so that the two of you could match

The buffet and dessert tables go on for miles and are packed with mouthwatering food that’s either been handmade by Jamil or by the many many talented personal chefs from the Al-Asim family

The two of you stand in front of a cake that seems to be double your height and the both of you sing happy birthday to each other, gazing into each other's eyes and thumbs rubbing over each others hands, completely oblivious to the rest of the frickin school being in your proximity

After the two of you cut the cake, Kalim happily insists on feeding you the first slice and you joyfully do the same. The lovestruck expressions on both of your faces are the causes for everyone’s happiness (“Dorm leader and the prefect are so perfect together 🥰”), disgust (*cue Ace making vomiting sounds*) and envy (“I want what they have 😭” “*pats back* there, there, Razoul, have another glass of apple juice”).

The two of you are going to be dancing the night away and you can bet that that Kalim got the Light Music Club to perform for this day

And if live music isn’t to your fancy, he managed to find that one Ignihyde student that isn’t a total recluse and convinced him to DJ

At some point he’s going to bring you to the stage and the two of you start singing duets but a few minutes later it just delves into the two of you rambling about who loves who more

“Aww, I love you Kalim.”

“I love you more, Y/N.”

“No way, I love you more.”

“Nu uh, I love you more.”

“Yeah, well, I love the way you always brighten my day when you smile.”

“I love the way your laugh sounds like the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.”

“I love the way your arms remind me of home and your touch makes my worries disappear.”

“I love how beautiful your heart is.”

“I love how kind your eyes are.”

“I love how you're the first person I think of whenever I wake up.”

“I love how my heart is so full of you I can’t even think about calling it my own.”

“I love the way I fall deeper and deeper for you every day.”

“I love the sound your heart makes when we cuddle.”

“I love the sounds you make when we kiss-”

Guys, Jamil has been banging his head against the wall for the past five minutes you should probably wrap it up

Then Cater has his phone pointed at the both of you and he starts chanting “KISS! KISS! KISS!” until it grows louder and louder and practically everyone is chanting it.

The two of you shrug and happily press your lips together as the crowd cheers and fireworks go off in the background and explode into blooming carnations of colour that fizzle out the words “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N AND KALIM” there’s another one that had K.A and your initials contained within a dazzling pink heart.

When the two of you separate, Kalim gives you a smile that rivals the sun as he gently cups your face in his hands, causing you to lovingly nuzzle against his palm.

Scarabia Student B: “DO IT AGAIN!”

Later he takes you to a room that you think is a second treasury that the Al-Asims built but then your jaw drops down in shock when Kalim reveals that it’s a room he had built to keep your presents.

“I didn’t know which one to get you,” he explains cheerfully as you stare in awe at the way the room glowed with the reflection of the treasures that were stored inside it, “so I got everything!”

You could only nod dumbly at him, not trusting your voice to squeak or give out from the surprise that flooded your veins.

“But,” he chirps, “there is one thing that I have to show you, wait here”

You watch him as he skips away to grab onto a gilded box before he makes his way towards you and hands it to you, asking you to open it. Once you flip open the lid, you’re greeted by the sight of a half heart, similar to the friendship necklaces that you get in your world only very clearly, much, much more expensive; the golden pendant consisted of an outline of half of a heart that was studded with shimmering rubies. Your hand hovered over it, still in so much astonishment that you didn’t even know if you were worthy of touching something as valuable as it.

“You know,” Kalim’s cheerful voice snapped you out of your wonder, “in the legend of the thief, the sorcerer is guided to the Cave of Wonders by combining two halves of a golden scarab. That’s why I wanted to give you this because I have the other half. So if I ever wanted to combine both halves of the heart to make it whole, I would be guided to a treasure that is worth more than all the riches in the world combined.”

“Kalim…” you whisper, touched beyond belief.

“And,” he rubs his neck, a bit embarrassed, “I also wanted to show you how much you mean to me. I know that sometimes I can be a bit much and I know that I can cause problems but-but you’ve always been right by my side and supported me. You never speak to me like I wouldn’t understand something or dismiss me or push me aside. You make an effort to understand me and include me in things. You always ask me for my opinion even when other people don’t and you never get upset if I don’t do things correctly. You always notice my efforts when I’m trying to be more independent and you always take them seriously. When I make mistakes, you always try to see the good in my intentions before you tell me where I went wrong and-and I love you a lot, I really do, and I want to give you the world because you mean the world to me. I’ve had a lot of birthday celebrations and I’ve been to even more parties but this is my favourite one out of all of them because I get to celebrate the birthday of the one whose smile is my paradise.”

Unable to express just how much he means to you with your limited-at-this-moment vocabulary, you gently put the box down and throw your arms around his neck. He lets out peals of laughter as he wraps his arms around your waist and spins you around. You peck his lips and he sets you down and excitedly asks if he could put on the necklace for you, his eyes shining with hope. After he hooks the necklace around your neck, he turns you around to inspect you with a smile, “I’d say that it suits you but you look much prettier, treasure.”

“Kalim!” You felt your face heat up as he laughed at your cute (in his eyes) expression.

Of course, you end the night going for a magical ride above the clouds and across the stars on Kalim’s magical carpet

He then drops you off back at Ramshackle whilst you are still on Carpet. He hops off first and extends a hand so he can help you ease yourself onto the ground

You then ask him to stay in front of your door for a second before you quickly dash inside and grab the gift you had made for him

With flushed cheeks, you shyly hand him the gift bag, which he happily accepts with a giddy chirp of “thank you, Y/N!”

As he leafs through the pages, his smile becomes wider and wider as he sees the care and effort you put in with the myriad of photographs, cute little commentaries and little doodles you drew on the side

‘Eating date cake with my love! Did you know that everything tastes so much sweeter when you’re with me?’, ‘Look Kalim, it’s you on the drums. You make such beautiful music - I could listen to it forever’, ‘Playing mancala with the sweetest, most adorable boy in all of Twisted Wonderland’

Much like your reaction upon receiving his gift, he engulfed you in a bear hug

“My treasure,” he mumbles, his voice slightly muffled from how his cheek pressed against the crown of your head, “I know that it’s past midnight and that it’s no longer our birthdays but can I spend a few more minutes with you. When we're together time goes too quickly and I love you too much to let you go.”

“It’s alright, Kalim,” you smile and snuggle against him, “you can hug me for as long as you want.”

“In that case,” he tightens his hold on you and kisses your forehead, “can I keep you in my arms forever?”

JAMIL VIPER

Another one that doesn’t show much of an outward reaction

If it were anyone else he would’ve been annoyed

Yet another thing of his that he has to share/give up

But this is you

The coolness of his eyes, the delight of his heart, the balm of his mind

His beautiful, angelic diamond that unfortunately exists among the fools he calls his peers

The only one who he can reveal his true self to and never having to worry about you shunning him or leaving him for Kalim

Or anyone else for that matter

Sometimes it feels like you have your own version of snake whisper with the way you have all of NRC spellbound, him included

Don’t get him wrong, he understands exactly why others would be drawn to you but you accepted his confession not theirs so there’s no need for them to be so eager to do favours for you or look so happy when you thank them and give them your

He’s more than capable of serving you - in fact, he’s the only one worthy of serving you and you’re the only one he likes to serve

Anyway, on the inside he’s really happy that you share a birthday with him

He doesn’t really believe in soulmates or fate but he does like the fact that he shares something important with you that no one else (Kalim) could ever attain

Smug snek boy is smug

His plans were to spend his day doing his duties whilst inviting you to Scarabia so the two of you could eat his handmade meals as he tries and fails to dissuade you from helping him in the kitchen (he admires your competency and efficiency but you are not going to lift a finger on your birthday and no he doesn’t care that it’s his birthday as well - no way is he going to let one of his assorted dorm mates make your meals) and then once he’s triple checked everything the two of you could sneak away to his bedroom and spend some quality time together

But no

Of course that can’t happen

Because Kalim - sweet, sweet Kalim - just had to throw a joint birthday party for his two best friends :D

Because he loves them so much :D

Meaning that he had to spend the entire afternoon and evening sharing you with not only his dorm but all of your friends as well (read practically the entire school)

He swears upon the Seven, if that slimy octopus cozies up to you for a second longer he’s going to have a second overblot

DID ASHENGROTTO JUST KISS YOUR KNUCKLES? WHILST LOOKING RIGHT AT HIM? AND SMIRKING?

Grumpy snek boy is grumpy

Just as he was contemplating using his unique magic on the entire party to make them go away, he felt your hand slip into his and all was right in the world

“Easy love,” your voice held traces of laughter, “your frown lines have frown lines.”

“Am I that obvious?” He already knew the answer to that. His silver tongue and poker face has made him a master of manipulation. It just so happened that you were the only one who could see past his facade - or, to be more realistic, you’d rip off every mask he’d have on with nothing but your bare hands and intelligent yet kind words, making it all too easy to tell when he is wearing one.

“Not at all,” you hum, “I can just tell.”

Oh Sorceror of the Sands, aren’t you incredible

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t admire your strength and resilience

Like him, you’ve been forced into a taxing role you didn’t ask for; having to not only babysit those two dimwitted card soldiers and that crass, gluttonous, troublemaking cat that your so fond of but also having to do the headmaster’s job for him by playing therapist and solving everyone else’s problems despite having plenty of your own

Every wrong done against you, you’ve forgiven - not due to naivety but because of your kind-hearted nature that forces you to see the good in everyone

You’ve come into this world with nothing but disadvantages yet you still end up victorious, making it clear to everyone that you are not someone to be messed with or taken lightly

A lesser person would have crumbled or been eaten alive by the twisted students of this villainous school but not you.

You were more than just a pretty face that spewed out honeyed words, you were an unstoppable force to be reckoned with who could be as endearingly stubborn as you are kind

You didn’t change yourself to fit the situation, you changed the situation to fit you

Unlike him, who had manipulated and used you from the very beginning, you’ve been nothing but honest and genuine to him throughout your entire time here at NRC

And you were the only one who was able to break down his walls and the only person he ever allowed himself to be vulnerable with

Not even his parents or sister have met sides of him that he’s revealed to you

He grasps his hand tightly with yours, “let’s leave.”

“But Jamil, the party-”

“I do not wish to spend another second here, my diamond. I’m sure that the sky won’t fall if we excuse ourselves and obtain the private time we rightfully deserve.”

‘And even if it does, I do not care,’ he mentally adds on as your shoulders sag in agreement and you nod.

Once he has dragged you to his room, he bodily spins you so that your back is pressed flat against the door. Finally, the tenseness leaves his body and he slumps forward, resting his forehead on your shoulder with a deep exhale.

You stroke the back of his head with a comforting smile, “rough day?”

“Exhausting,” he replies, “I don’t know why Kalim insisted on throwing this party. I had explained to him multiple times that such extravagance was unnecessary.” “You know him - this is his way of showing that he cares. Not to mention that your dorm was excited to celebrate with him.”

“Still,” he stands back up at his full height, reaching out one of his hands to cup at your cheek, “all it does is pile more work for me. If they truly wanted me to have a good birthday, they would’ve allowed me to spend it privately with you.”

“I would’ve liked that as well but every time I tried to find you someone would come up and chat with me and I don’t have the heart to dismiss them. I’m sorry if it made you feel like I didn’t want to pay attention to you.”

“Please, I have no need to worry about the insects that swarm around you,” charcoal grey eyes glimmered with mischief, “you and I both know that whatever drop of affection they have for you is nothing compared to the ocean of love I possess.”

You let out an amused huff of laughter at his confidence.

“Although,” he eyes your neck with a smirk and smoothly runs his fingers down the exposed skin of the slope of your neck and your clavicle, “perhaps it might be a good idea to leave a physical reminder to not monopolise time that doesn’t belong to them.”

“Jamil!” you whisper-yell and lamely smack him on the shoulder, cheeks burning at the unsaid implication, “don’t you dare.”

What charming expressions you make. He chuckles at your flustered countenance, “I’m merely suggesting an extra birthday present. Though, I suppose that would be more of a present for me. Speaking of presents, I believe that we have yet to exchange gifts.”

He places a little black cube into your hands, its dimensions small enough to fit snugly in your palm.

Inside it you find a ring made up of a shiny golden snake ring with miniscule, precisely placed diamonds placed on its coils to act as scales and tiny rubies as its eyes

With your permission he takes your hand and gently slides it onto your index finger and then kisses the knuckles of that hand whilst staring right into your eyes

You hand him your gift (which you had already placed in his room when you entered Scarabia, with a large note saying that he’s not allowed to look inside)

Like Riddle, instead of a photo book, you give him a journal filled with love letters and words of praise

‘To the master of my heart, there is never a day that goes by where I am not proud of you. I could spend years singing your praises to the heavens and I still feel like my words would be inadequate. You are a wonder worthy of the highest recognition possible and I am certain that you will receive everything you deserve and more…’

‘To the Sultan of my love, how dare you be so attractive! How dare you! Do you have any idea how hard it is to concentrate when you occupy my thoughts every second of the day? Seriously, how am I expected to learn in class when all I can do is think about how much I love to get lost in those entrancingly beautiful eyes of yours or how much my fingers yearn to rake through your silken hair. That’s not to say that I’m only appreciative of your physical handsomeness - your attractive personality is far more alluring…’

‘To the one who holds my most dearest affections, I’m not saying that I’m with you because of your incredible skills at cooking and kissing but I am saying that you are way too skilled in those areas to be real. I know I always go on about how captivating you are when you’re dancing or playing basketball but you enthrall me even when you do the most mundane things - how is it that you make walking look so pleasing…’

Closing the book, he places it on the floor and then swiftly claims your lips with his, pressing his mouth deeper and deeper against yours until you were left panting

“My diamond,” he whispers, eyes boring into yours and mouth a hair's breadth away from yours, “my love, you mean more to me than anything else this world has to offer. You’re the only being I covet more than my freedom. Travelling the world, power and glory - they all mean nothing if you’re not by my side.”

“You’ve entranced me with your soul much like how the story queen, Scheherazade, captivated her Sultan with her tales. And just like how she brought peace to his enraged and vengeful heart, you’ve rid me of the bitter wrath that polluted mine. When I feel suffocated, you are my air. When my mind is shrouded in darkness, you give me light and no matter how sweltering the sun may be, I will always feel cold without the warmth of your company.”

“If that’s the case, I’ll do my best to make sure you’re never left wanting,” you say.

“Oh my diamond,” Jamil sighs, silently thanking the heavens and every miraculous force that gave him you, “you have created an absence in my heart that only you can fill so please take responsibility and make me yours - both now and in our lives after this.”

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