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[moonyclaws]

𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 - 𝓞𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼 𝓖𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽

Summary: You are deeply enamored by your friend Ominis Gaunt. You don’t dare to tell him how you feel, but maybe a few drinks can be the answer you’re looking for.

Words: 1.6k

Category: Fluff 🖤

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‘Infatuated’ was the first word you associated with your feelings towards him.

The first time you met him, you were fascinated by his elegance and his polite manner of speaking, but as time went on, you grew to love everything about him—his sense of fairness, his commitment to his friends, his dreams and aspirations, even the way his cologne would linger on your robe after a day of spending the day together. It was clear how much your heart longed for him, yet you had never told him about your feelings because you were afraid of losing his friendship, which meant the world to you.

You wondered what would happen if you just ripped off the band-aid and told him how much you genuinely cared for him. Would he reciprocate your feelings? Would he embrace you closely and declare his profound affection for you?

-

Quickly snapping out of your daydream, you noticed that everyone around you was already standing up and collecting their belongings to exit the classroom, except for your beloved friend; Ominis.

"I believe that at some time during class, I may have dreamed about Professor Binn and his goblin wars."  Ominis laughed as he grabbed his books and held them close to his torso.

You giggled quietly at his remark as you got up, gathered your belongings, and walked with him out of the classroom.

"Even the paintings must've been dozing off."  With a sneer, you said.

The music that resounded throughout the castle announced the upcoming festivities, and the facade was decked out in holiday decorations. The end of the year, upcoming family plans, as well as how much everyone would miss their friends over the break would all be topics of continuous chatter in the halls.

It felt draining for Ominis to hear those people, to start anticipating those dreadful festivities with his family. You could tell just how much it affected his mood by being reminded of it every day and you related to him so much about this aspect of life. Your family was never great, but at least you could choose to stay here at Hogwarts and enjoy your free time exploring around, unlike him, who was forced to come back home and get involved with family issues.

It broke your heart to see him so distraught, but in an effort to cheer him up, you promptly thought of a suitable plan to shift his attention from these issues for at least a few hours.

"How about we go out tonight with Sebastian and Anne to grab some drinks?" You suggested.

Ominis agreed while grinning. "I'm not looking forward to dragging Sebastian out of there, but that sounds like the perfect way to get our minds off everything."

-

Together, you all decided to walk to the Three Broomsticks, where Sirona welcomed you and started bringing drinks to your table. The group began recounting that one time you narrowly escaped a fight with a troll with no injuries and although the story seemed funny to you now, you quite remembered them scared out of their minds.

After what you assumed was your fourth or fifth drink, you began feeling the effects of the alcohol. Your speech slurred, your vision blurred, and even Sebastian's terrible jokes began to sound hilarious.

“Ssirona iss not looking at me anymore! I jusst want another drinkk!” Sebastian hiccuped and groaned.

Though she looked and sounded quite as drunk as her twin, Anne giggled at Sebastian's state.

“Maybee she doesn’t want to give you any moore ‘cause she knowss howw weird you sound right now!” She responded.

Anne followed Sebastian towards the front counter in an effort to help his twin get at least one more round of drinks for the table.

“Merlin… They certainly seem enthusiastic tonight, don't they?"  Ominis spoke with a chuckle as he acknowledged his friends' state.

You giggled flirtingly as you admired Ominis' endearing flushed appearance and the way his mildly disheveled dirty blonde hair fell delicately onto his face.

“Oh yes… I'm also feeling enthusiastic."  Without thinking about your words, you giggled once again and blushed at your remark.

Ominis smiled with a twinge of curiosity and raised an eyebrow. 

“Why’s that?” He questioned.

“Well… Simply sitting here with you makes me feel warm inside.” You continued. "You know...since I'm infatuated with you." 

Ominis' stomach somersaulted, his face heated up, and a red flush crept on his cheeks. Your words undoubtedly shocked him, and the confession seemed to have awoken him considerably despite his woozy state. He dared to ask more about what you just admitted since he was eager to find out more about your feelings.

“Y-you mean…you…like me?” He inquired once more, almost choking on his own words.

“Oh… At this point, I think the term "like" is an understatement."  You spoke with a false sense of confidence caused by the effects of the alcohol.

Ominis must've been processing the information you had given him when you delicately rested your hand on his and lovingly rubbed your thumb across his knuckles. He eased at the soft and comforting hand, closing his eyes and briefly allowing a sense of calm to wash over his nerves.

Your slow breathing was noticeable to him, which gave him the idea to kiss your lips tenderly right then and there. He evidently shared those feelings for you; he just lacked the courage to express them to you freely. He was worried that you might not get the best out of being with him given how strict his family was. 

You kept staring at his flushed face as you slowly began to get closer to him. With your body already so close to his, radiating a comforting warmth, and anticipating the soft sensation of your lips against his, your lips barely touched, reviving his wooziness.

"We succeeded! More beverages" The twins interrupted abruptly, loudly applauding the accomplishment of their goal as they made their way back to the table.

Swiftly, Ominis and you both steered apart before Sebastian and Anne even noticed how close you two were, averting an awkward situation.

-

You woke up in your bed the next morning with a mild headache and some flashbacks from the night before. Your stomach churned at the thought of you and Ominis almost kissing last night, wondering if he recalled it soberly or if it was just a drunken mistake. 

You were anxious about running into him in the hallways, but you needed to get ready for the day so you could go practice some more spells since Professor Weasley had assigned you some tasks to complete before the school year was over.

After getting ready for the day, you hurried to the library to check out a few books which you required reading before starting your spell training when you accidentally ran into someone.

"Oof! Watch where you are going!"  Sebastian complained as he stroked his shoulder. 

"I'm so sorry, Sebastian! I was only-" Your gaze shifted away from him and toward the handsome dirty blonde boy.

"Hello, Ominis!" You smiled nervously as your cheeks began to turn a soft pink.

He blushed slightly as well before answering shortly. "Y/N- Hello."

Sebastian glanced at the two of you before clearing his throat and making a remark about last night's events.

"My head still feels a little strange from all that drinking. But, it was very fun and special. We should do it more often." He stated.

“Special? Oh! Yes, I do think we should go out more often." You answered briefly.

"Alright..." Although Sebastian could tell you were being peculiar, he chose to ignore it this time.

Ominis was attempting to hide his evident blush by turning his head away from you and Sebastian and although the tension and the silence felt painful to witness, Sebastian reacted quickly enough.

"So…we're going to the Library, Y/N, " said Sebastian. "Would you like to join us?"

Your impulses were telling you to decline the invitation, but since you were already going in that direction, there was no point in objecting.

-

You found yourself sitting next to Ominis once again, your shoulder brushing against his. The warmth of your bodies giving themselves away.

As Sebastian rose from his seat to look for some special books, you and Ominis sat in silence. 

After a while, you decided it was time to speak because it felt awkward enough, and things needed to be said.

"I...I really wanted to kiss you last night." Ominis said before you could even come up with something to start the conversation.

You turned to look at him in disbelief at what just came out of his mouth. Your heart felt like it was about to burst, and you knew he could hear it from where he was sitting. The soft pink blush from your cheeks turned a crimson-red color, feeling your body heat up at the statement.

"You did? I thought...I thought it was just a drunken impulse...I mean...I-" You said, being softly interrupted by him.

"I am also 'infatuated' with you, Y/N." He declared with confidence. "It's always been you... The one my heart belongs to."

You were taken aback by his words, but you wasted no time in finally closing the gap between you two, gingerly and lovingly kissing his lips.

His hand rose to support the back of your head as he kissed you back, grinning into your lips as you softly pulled away.

"I hope Sebastian takes his time searching for that book because I don't want this moment to end," Ominis muttered under his breath as you both chuckled and embraced the tenderness of the moment.

[myluvmine]

Just Stay

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × gn!reader

Summary: You find yourself on Bucky’s doorstep one night when you’re hurting and desperately need some comfort. Bucky’s there to provide just that.

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: Mention of reader having wisps of hair, crying, reader is quite sad at the beginning but all is well at the end.

A/n: My very first posted fic! It’s not mentioned what exactly is troubling the reader so, it can be interpreted as you like. Here we go<33

♡⁠ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ♡⁠

The quiet that blanketed the apartment was something almost tangible.

Disturbed by nothing but the occasional sighs of discomfort that left it’s sole occupant— who had found himself curled up uncomfortably on the living room sofa. The coffee table clock read 00:32 in a bright red that slightly messed with Bucky's eyes when he stared at it for too long.

The knock at the door was subtle, light. Almost as if it did not want to be heard. Bucky thought it probably would not have been, if not for his super soldier hearing.

With a grunt, he got up from the sofa and grudgingly dragged his feet to the door. For just a fraction of a second the thought of who the hell it might be flitted across his mind.

“Um....hey Buck.”

He thought his brain might have stopped working for a moment. Maybe he was dreaming again.

“Hi.”

But when he clocked the way you kept picking at your nails as you tried to look anywhere but at him, it seemed to knock some sense into him.

“It’s late, doll. What’re you doin’ out at this time?”

You found yourself fiddling with the buttons of the coat you were wearing— it was Bucky’s. It still smelled like him.

Finally gathering the courage, you looked up at him. Trying your level best not to let the burning sensation behind your eyes win.

Bloodshot eyes met Bucky’s. Uncertainty and embarrassment swimming deep within. He felt his heart break into a thousand little pieces. Those eyes should never have known pain, it was unbearable to watch.

“Could I come in?” The words had made their way out of your mouth before you could bite them back.

With a fervent nod and a hand at your back which put a gentle pressure, Bucky led you inside.

Silently, he led you to the sofa where he sat down with you. The warmth from where he had spent the last few hours had not yet dissipated completely.

“Hey, hey.....look at me.” Bucky started softly as he tried to persuade your gaze to him.

You felt like you were about to break. An icy hand reached out from within you as it cruelly wrapped it’s palms around your heart and squeezed with all it’s might.

Tears raced down your cheeks, an unstoppable waterfall. Everything was blurry, even the baby blue eyes that seemed as though they were gazing right into your soul, filled with so much concern and pain at the same time that it made you wonder for just a moment how it was possible.

You gasped for breath as a chocked sob resounded within the room. Only after hearing the panicked ‘It’s okay doll, you're okay’s and ‘it’s okay, just breathe’s that seemed to last forever did you realise that the noise had come from you. You were crying. Sobbing so hard you were curling in on yourself.

And Bucky was pulling you towards his chest with an expression that suggested that maybe he'd been stabbed with a knife to his heart.

He rocked you back and forth for what seemed, at the same time, both like seconds and all of eternity, rubbing your back in what he hoped what a comforting pattern.

Once the small, panicked gasps had eventually died out, with the lightest pressure possible Bucky slowly pulled you back up to face him.

He greeted you with a quiet ‘Hey’ as he nudged the lone wisps of hair that had managed to fall over your face away with his fingers. “You wanna tell me what's on your mind?” Bucky proded lightly. Hoping, praying you would let him in on whatever it was that was bothering you because seeing you like this, so wounded and vulnerable— to say it broke his heart would be a dire understatement.

A broken ‘Buck—’ was all that could make it's way out before your voice broke, strained and your throat raw courtesy of your burst of emotion earlier.

This was all still very new to Bucky. Being on the other end of the line. The receiving end. It was you, who more often than not had the pleasure (or perhaps it was a displeasure, one that you never let show) of welcoming a teary eyed Bucky on the verge of a meltdown, into your apartment. And you would do whatever he needed to calm down and feel safe in that moment. Whether it was to just simply hold him or brew him a cup of the tea he loved and often associated with comfort, solely because it reminded him of you.

Now it was his turn to give. To hold you and whisper reassuring words into your temple as he offered to brew you a cup of the tea that had at this point in his life, become an unavoidable part of his it. Along with you.

You broke the heavy quiet that had settled over you both again, clearing your throat in an attempt to complete your sentence. “I’m sorry I—” But apologising turned out to be the wrong move, as Bucky immediately but firmly stopped you in your endeavour, dropping a barely-there kiss on your forehead. “You don’t need to apologise. Ever.”

“What can I do for you? Please, I want to help.” Bucky pleaded, desperate to find a solution, because now the universe was really screwing with him, messin’ with his girl like this.

“Just....stay with me.” Your answer came out muffled from where you had your face securely tucked into the curve of his neck.

His arms tightened around you, pulling you impossibly close to himself.

“I’ll stay for as long as you need.”

Thank you sm for reading!!💕💕

[moonywritez6]

New Start!

Now that I have finally reuploaded all my posted content I am happy to start making more fics for everyone to enjoy! I know I wasn't able to get all the Kinktober stuff on my last account out and published but I still plan to post those stories just not for Kinktober anymore! I hope I can produce works that you all can enjoy! <3

[selenescc]

First encounter

Hi everyone! 

Here’s something I wrote. 

I hope you like it.

p.s.: English isn’t my first language, so there could be some mistakes.  

L/N=last name

Y/C=your country

H/C=his country

You were walking along the Hollywood’s Walk of Fame. It was cloudy and neither cold or hot. You couldn’t still believe you were there. After the graduation, you wanted to make one of your dreams come true: going to Usa and staying there, working and supporting yourself, without asking for help to your family.

At the beginning everyone was skeptic, but when you bought a one-way ticket, they understood you were being serious. So now you were there since 5 months and worked in book-café, which belonged to an Italian middle-aged couple. You had the day off, so you decided to go buying souvenirs and postcards to sent home. You arrived ahead a shop, in which you knew you would have spent a lot of money in key chains, snow globes and oven mitts. Your phone rang. Your mother Skyped you, to know how you were doing and if you were okay.

—Hi, baby bear! How is it going in the City of Angels? 

—Hi mamy! You still can’t say Los Angeles, do you?

—It’s not true! I just like my version better. —she said smiling. 

—Whatever you say. However today’s my day off, so I’m doing some shopping.

—Don’t forget the magnets!!

—How could I? —you said laughing. 

Whenever you went somewhere, you always bought your mother some magnets, that she would hang on the fridge. By now, it was some kind of tradition. 

—How’s going at home?

—Always the same…your father complains about the increasing years and ailments, and I listen.

—I can imagine…I miss you.

—You too.

You went on talking with your mum, had a tiny basket in which you put some objects and were watching some postcards to send to your relatives. There were too many and you didn’t know which one to choose, so you asked for an advice to your mother. 

You had selected 7 postcards, but you wanted to buy only 3 of them. Almost each one pictured Los Angeles from above. You were arriving to a final decision, when you heard a male voice behind your back.

—No! Why have you unwrapped the one? It was one of the nicest..

You turned around a sec to understand if he was talking to you or with someone else.

—Excuse me, were you talking with me? —you asked absently. He was wearing a black Fedora and a pair of classic Ray-ban Aviator. 

—Yeah. That one is one of the most beautiful. 

—You think?

—Absolutely. 

—All right than. I’ll follow your advice and buy that. Thanks. —You exchanged a smile, then he went on walking with his friends. 

—Y/N, what did he want? Had it in for you?

—It was nothing. He has only helped my choosing a postcard.

—It was very nice from him. —She paused. —Was he pretty?

—Mum!

—I’m only asking… He must have been something…you blushed.

—What? No, it’s impossible.

—Ohhh yes! So…?

—Let’s say he wasn’t bad, but I haven’t seen him very well, since he was wearing a hat and sunglasses. 

—Uhhh you have just met a celebrity!!

—Whaaat? No way!

—Why? What’s wrong with you? You’re a beautiful, intelligent girl…—and she went on and on with the usual compliments, trying to picture you as she saw you, because it’s well known that every parent loves his children to the moon and back. By now you had memorized the pep talk, so you started repeating it moving your lips in a dramatic way and rolling your eyes. You stopped suddenly, when you noticed that the stranger that helped choosing the postcard was looking at you from a chair on the other side of the street, smiling with a raised brow. 

You went rapidly inside the shop to hide your blushed face due to embarrassment. 

—What happened? Why is your face red?—asked your mum.

—N-nothing. I go pay. We’ll see within the next few days, all right?

—Okay. 

You were about to end the call, when your mother said: —Uh Y/N, let me know how it ends with the handsome Californian. 

Incredible! She had caught you from tens of thousands miles away. You laughed and promised you would have let her know if something had happened, even if you doubted. 

You paid and when you went out, he was there. Good! You has a stalker! He understood from your expression.

—I’m harassing you, I’m really sorry..

—Uh..ehm..don’t worry…? —It was more a question to ask if, indeed, you had to be worried.

—I just wanted to invite you out for a coffe, so I can apologize for interrupting you while you were on the phone and for having looked at you like a stalker. 

—I don’t know..I’ve lots of things to do…—you said, trying to find an excuse. 

—Just a couple of hours, then I swear I’ll live you and you won’t see me again—he said, putting his right hand on his heart. 

—If it will be just a couple of hours…all right. But first, you have to do me a favor.

—Yeah sure, tell me. 

—Could you take off the hat and sunglasses, please? You know, they make me anxious..

—Uh, okay. I promise I’ll take them off as soon as we sit at the table.

You laughed. 

—Okay.

You walked into one of the many Hall of Fames’s cafes.

—A celebrity…sure mum. Keep on dreaming—you said in a low voice, remembering your mothers supposition. 

—Pardon, what?

—Nothing. It’s just that I was on the phone with my mum before. She saw you and said that you’re a celeb.

—Oh, yeah? And what have you said? 

—I’ve said that a Star would never notice me. 

—You say? —he asked with an enigmatic smile. 

You entered in a little bakery, with a relaxing and comfortable atmosphere. 

—Ola Johnny. Can you bring a menù a the usual table, please?

—Good afternoon Tom. Right away. 

—Thanks—he said with a friendly smile. —Come with me. 

He made you pass before him and guided you toward his “usual” table. He made you sit down and sat in front of you. The anxiety started increasing for some reason and this wasn’t good, because you became talkative and spoke without thinking. 

—So…Tom, right? Now you can reveal your identity? —you said jokingly, moving your fingers to create an air of mystery. 

—Do I have to, wouldn’t I?

—Let’s say that you can keep the hat, because if you allow me, you’re rocking it. Instead the sunglasses are a problem. —You shifted on your seat and had a pleading expression on your face. 

—All right then. I’ll take them off. Oh, and thanks for the compliment. 

You couldn’t shut your mouth. Tom L/N seated in front of you. You started to laugh and when caught your breath, you leaned on the table and said with a low voice:

—Please, tell me this isn’t a Candid Camera. 

He shook his head. 

—Okay, I trust you. WOW, I would have never expected something like that. —You sighted to calm down. —However I warn you, when I’m nervous I usually have no boundaries. I could say anything, so please, if I say something stupid or out of place, please tell me and I’ll just shut up. 

—Don’t worry. —he made one of those smiles that would have knocked out anyone. —I’d rather be talking with someone who says the truth rather than with someone that only wants to seduce me to be famous. And trust me, it happens… a lot.

The waiter arrived to bring the menus and you diverted the eyes from that charming smile, which had securely made lots of girls crazy. A minute of silence passed, since you were choosing what to take. At the end he opted for black coffee and pancakes with chocolate, while you took a red-fruits tea and honey waffles. 

—I don’t know your name yet.

—Uh, yeah, you’re right. I’m Y/N—you said stretching out the end. He shook it always with that mind-blowing smile. 

—It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. You’re not American, are you?

—Nope. I come from Y/C and moved here since December. 

—And how’s that? If i can ask. 

—Simply to make one of my dreams come true. I’ve always wanted to come here, so once I graduated at University, I impulsively booked a plane ticket and here I am. 

—Wow that was courageous. I don’t know if I could have done something like that. 

—Actually at the beginning it’s been difficult, but I found a job and started to fit in, in a certain sense. Although I’m still at the “I still can’t believe I’m in LA” mood. Let’s just say I’m processing in sloth-mode. 

—I know…America and LA have this effect—he said with a nostalgic expression. 

Johnny, as Tom had called him, brought our orders. 

—And you?

—Me what?

—I don’t know. Tell me something about you. Anything. 

—Mmm, let me think…I was born and raised in H/C. When I was a kid I wanted to be a mechanic, but when I understood I wasn’t good at it, I’ve improvised. My parents didn’t like seeing me sitting around the house, so I took my old car, packed my things and came here. The rest is history— he said always with that smile, which didn’t reach his eyes. 

—But…

—It’ isn’t always peaches and cream. I don’t have privacy and can’t say what I think freely since every sentence goes under the microscope and the journalists always write what they want to see. Never the truth. Not to mention all the women that try to seduce me, only to have their minute of fame. 

—Don’t tell me it makes you fell bad— you said raising an eyebrow, disbelieving his words. 

—Of course no. It’s just that everyone see me as shallow, that every week change dates. I just want someone that for once in my lifetime would really know me, have time to see each other’s flaws and accept them. Someone that would keep my secrets, without spilling them to the press.  

—I see…

—I’m sorry. I’m throwing my problems at you.

—Don’t worry. You can trust me—you said smiling. —Sometime it helps talking with a stranger. Moreover it helps me seeing the truth behind the mask that the press has created. And then…what do you know? I could start watching your films. —You pronounced the last sentence fastly and brought the cup to your lips.

—I appreciate it. Wait…you’ve never watched them? —He leaned on his seat.

—Not everyone. Just a couple actually. 

—You’re killing me—he said dramatically, putting his right hand on his heart. 

—As soon as I’ll go home, I’ll search them on Wikipedia’s filmography and see one every day, I swear— you said solemnly. 

—Maybe not the first ones. I’ll condone them. 

—Thanks, sir. 

You looked into each others eyes, then started laughing for no reason. After a couple of minutes, Tom became a little bit serious. 

—If you don’t want to watch them alone, I know a small movie theatre nearby, that often project my films. If you want, we could go sometime..— he said rotating his cup, never making eye contact, like a kid who asks out to his first crush. 

—Why not. I’m in—you said tilting your head to search his gaze. Then you smiled heartily. 

With all that smiling and laughing, your face muscles were aching. 

He sighed deeply. 

—Perfect. Give me your number, so I’ll let you know the day. 

You gave him your number and went on talking. More than 2 hours had passed. 

You were having fun and were discovering new facets of his personality that you liked a lot. When he asked you out, you blocked. Tom L/N was asking out. To you. A total stranger he met ahead a souvenir shop. You weren’t interested at the spotlight and the other silly things. They had never interested you, because you preferred being invisible, an ordinary person in a big city. 

When you saw the sun setting, you decided it was time to go home. You went toward the cashier.

—Ehi Johnny, what’s the total? 

—It’s $12.  

Tom was paying for both of you, when you stopped him. 

—Wait. We’ll do fifty fifty.

—What? No. I’ve said I would have offered.

—Uh yeah? Well, it will be for the next time. Today we split. 

—I can pay for both of us.

—I don’t doubt it, but I insist—you said firmly. 

—All right. —He raised his hands, surrending. 

He put on his sunglasses, his hat and he opened the door, letting you pass first. 

—Thank you. And there’s someone who says chivalry is dead…

You stopped shortly after. 

—So…we’ll be in touch, right?— he asked hopeful.

—Absolutely. I’ll wait for your call. 

—You can count on it.

You watched one another for a while, undecided if simply saying goodbye or if had to hug each other. You didn’t want to take too much liberty, so you nodded saying goodbye and you turned to go. 

—Wait. —He neared you, lowered, gave a kiss on your cheek and squeezed you quickly. For a moment you remained still, with the hands along your sides, and you didn’t know how to react. On the other hand, a big spontaneous smile formed on your lips and you couldn’t remove off your face. He also made one of his handsome smiles and even if he was wearing sunglasses, you saw that this time it reached his eyes. 

—I’ll see you soon.

—Ehm, bye. 

You exchanged a gaze, then the two of you went on its own way. 

You could still smell the coffe mixed with chocolate and feel the light stubble that had touched your cheek. Even if there was no wind, you had goosebumps and you rubbed your hands on your arms. You arrived at the bus stop and saw that the bus you had to take was stopping. You turned around for the last time and you noticed that Tom was watching toward your direction and was slowly walking backwards. You waved at him, then you get on the bus. 

[moondaythe13th]

   What is this? Moony? Posting a chapter? Is it Christmas already? (No but I wish it was because I want a week off school)

   Word count: 2688

[dear-indies]

Hi!! Happy new year, I was just wondering if you had any Character PSDs for video game characters, or anything that gives off the same vibe as the Salem Witch Trials / Little Hope from Dark Pictures? Thank you!!

septicrps (Layers of Fear)

sudsrps (Until Dawn)

sudsrps ( Until Dawn)

spellscarred (Red Dead Redemption 2)

kaytriestorp  (Dragon Age)

trinarps (Dead By Daylight)

Various dark / horror character psds:

aureacor

targarryen

ministryofroleplay

thekingwrites

moonywrites

raemiranda

trinarps

cherryvibez

astraeawrites

emiliascharapsds

octomoosey

kaytriestorp

-C

[huermione]

oii, vcconhece alguns character psd em um estilo bem dark?

Ooi, vê se gosta de algum desses (cuidado que alguns são 500px, aumente para 540px de largura):

DARK GRAPHIC

psdlands

emiliascharapsds

reynewrites

corkiewrites

hopefuls-rph

graphicsbynuminous

jacksgaphelps

nyxmuses

moonywrites

hclpcrs

eternalroleplay

azianxpersuasionwrites

steinfeldofrph

ikilledtherpc

[moonyclaws]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓨𝓾𝓵𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓵 - 𝓞𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼 𝓖𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽

Summary: Ominis invites you to the Yule Ball, but everything takes a turn as things get heated on the dance floor. 

Words: 1.5k

Category: Smut (All characters are aged up)

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"Would you care to join me for this dance?" Ominis extended his hand to you.

"I'd be delighted to." You grinned as you got up from your seat and guided your date to the dance floor.

Once you two found a spot on the dance floor, Ominis gently traced his hand along your arm until it reached your waist. It drove you insane how much of a gentleman he was and how gentle he was with you. It only made you wonder if there was another side to him you hadn't seen before.  

You placed one hand on his shoulder and immediately looked for his free hand so you could start dancing to the soft music. 

Ominis drew you closer, your chest nearly touching his as you felt the warmth of his body. His cologne made you crave him, and he looked so good tonight that you truly felt like you were having one of your typical fantasies about him.

"You're a fantastic dancer, Ominis..." You smiled as you bit your lower lip. 'You know what they say about great dancers.' You thought to yourself. 

"Well, I had to learn from a very young age. My family would usually host these big events at home, and since they were all quite posh, I had to act like it." Even though he disliked discussing his family, he felt at ease around you enough to talk about his past.

-

Ominis and you had grown close over the years, always taking classes together, studying together, and often having deep conversations late at night in the Slytherin common room.

All of your shared memories fully convinced Ominis that he needed to be yours and you needed to be his. He needed to confess to you and invite you to the year's most anticipated event; The Yule Ball. 

Of course, you couldn't believe that the boy you had been in love with for over a year had also fallen in love with you. You couldn't stop thinking about him, daydreaming about him, or even speaking about him with your other friends; Natty, Poppy, and Sebastian. 

He was the man of your dreams, and you could definitely see the two of you together after you graduated from Hogwarts. You were eager to be his.

Ominis drew you even closer as you swayed to the music, his breath warming up your neck and raising your body temperature. You knew he could feel you warming up, which made him smirk at the thought of you getting all worked up around him. He kissed the crook of your neck and sighed near your ear, sending shivers down your spine, and making you feel a heat between your thighs.

"You know...I think I left something in the Undercroft..." He commented, causing you to immediately catch up on his suggestion. 

"Oh, really? We could go look for it, perhaps?'' You replied, moving your hand to the back of his head to play with the hair your date had grown over the last few months.

-

Ominis pushed you against a pillar in the Undercroft, causing you to whine at the unexpected movement. His lips pressed hungrily against yours as your hands buried themselves in his long hair. The heavy breathing in between kisses made you feel the heat between your legs start craving more of him.

His sand slithered to your lower back, drawing you closer to him, causing your hips to collide with his, recognizing the obvious arousal you'd caused him. 

“Ominis…I need you..." You moaned, even more desperate than before.  

Those words fueled his desire for you, all of you. 

He wasted no time undoing your pretty little dress and throwing it behind some piled-up boxes. The cold air hit your skin, but his warm mouth quickly warmed it up as he planted hungry kisses all over it. 

You whimpered in pleasure, pulling on his hair as he came down to acknowledge your craving heat.

His tongue licked between your folds and moved deeper to tease your entrance. His hands gripped your thighs tightly as he devoured you, moving from your entrance to your clit.

You rested one of your legs on his shoulder feeling like your legs were about to give out from the pleasure he was causing you.  

''Fuck, Ominis…You're driving me mad..." Your loud moans only encouraged him further, his throbbing cock aching to be inside you.

“You taste so fucking good.” You shuddered in need as he spoke from between your legs. 

It was as if you were going to pass out from how good you felt when his tongue reached that one good spot, causing you to whine his name louder and tremble in his possession. 

Ominis moved up to your face again, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he kissed you senselessly, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. 

He quickly undid his belt, ready to free his cock from his trousers, when you heard someone open the door to the Undercroft. The two of you felt panic, so as quickly as you could, you dragged Ominis to the area where he had thrown your dress—behind the pile of boxes. 

Ominis' back was against the cold stone wall, and you had your back to his chest. The space was a little cramped, but you didn't mind.

Sebastian huffed as he went down the stairs with his book and sat on a chair near the Undercroft's entrance. You could see what he was doing through a crack between some boxes, but it was so narrow that he was unable to see back at you from this distance. 

Ominis grinned as he felt your backside press against his hips, sparking an idea. He pulled down his underwear as quietly as he could, allowing his cock to spring out freely, and as he slid your underwear down you felt his cock twitch against your heat. 

His hand was gently placed over your mouth to quiet you down, clearly not wanting to alert Sebastian. He drew you closer to his chest while aligning the tip of his cock to your entrance, allowing him to fill you as slowly and quietly as possible. 

You tried your hardest not to moan, instead letting your eyes roll back to your head as you felt him as deeply as possible inside of you, which calmed the desire you were trying to satisfy. His now-free hand gripped your hip tightly as he thrust his cock inside of you cautiously. His breathing was soft, but it was noticeable against your ear, making you wetter for him. 

Everything felt exhilarating, the fact that Sebastian could discover the two of you like this at any time, how good Ominis was filling you up, and how exquisite his breathing sounded to you. 

Ominis did an excellent job of speeding up his pace while suppressing those needy moans that threatened to escape your lips. He hid his face in the crook of your neck as he bit on your shoulder to quiet himself down.

Sebastian had no clue what was taking place around him, but as soon as he closed his book and stood up from his chair, he heard a soft whine coming from across the room.

“Hello? Is anyone down here? Ominis?” He inquired, looking around the room.

Ominis paused for a few moments, hoping Sebastian wouldn't approach the pile of boxes. Your eyes widened at the idea of your friend seeing you like this with your best friend. You struggled enormously to remain silent as Ominis' cock twitched inside of you, but as soon as you heard footsteps leading upstairs and the door closing, Ominis' hand finally dropped from your mouth, allowing you to breathe. 

“Fuck, you feel too good to me.” Ominis moaned, allowing himself to be as loud as he desired. 

He quickly turned you both around so your chest was now pressed against the wall thus allowing him to fuck you harder. His hand slithered to your front, allowing him to rub your clit while he pounded into you. 

His thrusts became faster and harder, causing you to moan his name repeatedly, completely engulfed by pleasure, your orgasm threatened to wash over you once more. 

“I’m close…” You moaned. 

“Cum for me, darling.” He responded by going even faster than before with his hand on your clit.

Your moans grew louder and louder as you came, eventually fading to soft whines as he chased his orgasm. He switched his hand from your clit to grab your backside, as he hid his face in the crook of your neck once again, while he began pounding into you faster, where he groaned and moaned your name tirelessly, his cum filling you up deep inside. 

"You were fantastic..." He purred into your neck, kissing it softly. 

"Maybe you should start leaving things here more often." You chuckled, slowly letting Ominis pull out of you so you could turn around and kiss his lips once more, showing him how much you truly loved him.

[moonyclaws]

𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 - 𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓢𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀

Summary: The events of the previous year had strained your relationship with Sebastian. You were concerned by how harshly he was punishing himself for it. But there's nothing a late-night talk can't fix.

Words: 1.1k

Category: Angst/Fluff

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After everything that had happened with Ranrok, Sebastian's family, and friends over the course of the year, your friendship with him had frayed a little. You'd hang out with Ominis, Poppy, and Natty, but Sebastian would keep his distance from the group, primarily "to give you and Ominis some space from the person he'd become," in his own words. 

Ominis would often say that, while what Sebastian did was awful, he would cherish his friendship, and that they all needed some space to let things settle down for a while.

You, on the other hand, would constantly try to get closer to Sebastian, but he would make it nearly impossible for you to even speak to him, always hiding away or barely attending his classes.

He was clearly punishing himself for what had happened by isolating himself and allowing his suppositions to get the best of him. After all, you thought his intentions were mostly good; the only thing he lacked was emotional control. None of it was his fault.

His well-being was truly concerning you at this point, so an intervention, preferably from you, was required. You needed him to understand how much he meant to you, that you would always be by his side, and how running away from you wasn't what you wanted or needed.

-

You hadn't gotten much sleep in the last few months, and the trauma from the past would often wake you up by haunting you in recurring nightmares. You'd often sneak out of the Slytherin dorms at night and go exploring, just to get your mind off things and unwind before starting your day. 

After your nightmarish dreams had woken you up, you decided to set out for a walk outside. The woods near the school grounds were peaceful enough for what you needed—the owls hooting, the wind swaying the trees, and the serenity of the water surrounding the castle made your heart feel at ease. The beautiful sight really opened the Pandora's box to your memories, like how much you missed the first days of class, the first time you talked to your friends, your first moments with Sebastian—how your innocent and simple crush evolved into something that was bigger than both of you.

You wondered if he ever thought about you in that way as if his eyes never stopped looking at you the moment you first met. The subtle flirting was fun at first, but as time passed, everything evolved into something far more complicated, and there seemed to be no point in finding out more. 

A branch cracked a few meters behind you, causing you to turn quickly, fearful that it was someone trying to hurt you which triggered you to pull out your wand and point it at them.

“Sebastian…” As you lowered your wand and felt your heart beat faster, the words came out of your mouth as a surprise.

"I'm sorry I scared you; I was walking by and didn't see you...What are you doing up at this hour?" He asked, sounding concerned. 

"I couldn't sleep. My nightmares often wake me up at the same time." You let out a sigh. “You?”

"Same as you...I had a disturbing dream and needed some time to calm down." He smiled so bitterly that it broke your heart.

You pat the rock you were sitting on, signaling Sebastian to join you, which he did.

"I haven't seen you in a long time...not even in class." You said.

Sebastian nodded and lowered his head, a gloomy expression on his face. 

"I don't think I deserve to attend Hogwarts anymore...After all, I don't believe I deserved a second chance." He admitted it.

"Don't say that, Sebastian...I know it's difficult right now, but you're a talented wizard. I'm convinced you still have a chance to drastically improve your life, even if it takes some time." You expressed your genuine opinion to him while gently placing a comforting hand on his back.

Sebastian sighed and turned to face you with a sad glint in his eyes. Your heart skipped a beat as you made eye contact with the boy you cared the most about. 

"I know I've mentioned it before, but I just wanted to say...I'm sorry for involving you in all of this; I know you had your own issues to deal with, and I-" He rambled.

“Sebastian…I got involved because I genuinely care about you. I wanted to help you and still do. You didn't force me to do anything, so you don't have to apologize anymore. You must forgive and care for yourself." You interrupted him gently, lovingly patting his back. 

He looked like he was about to break down at your words, clearly hitting that soft spot he was so driven to punish. You drew nearer to him and gave him a hug that was strong enough to make him feel loved, which he reciprocated.

"You have no idea how much I needed to hear that..." He sobbed quietly, finally revealing his vulnerable side to you. 

"I'll always be here for you, Seb...Whatever the case may be. You mean everything to me." You comforted him, sighing into his hug while stroking his hair with your fingers.

Sebastian slowly drew back to look at you again, his eyes welling up with tears just looking at you.

“Y/N…I…I love you.” He confessed. 

As soon as he confessed to you, his hands trailed up to cup your face, searching for any expression on it. 

Now he was saying exactly what you needed to hear, words that had been running through your mind every time you looked at him, words you never expected to hear from him.

"I love you too...All this time...All I wanted was you." You added. 

Sebastian smiled at you through his tears, closing the distance between the two of you and kissing you with all the feelings he'd been saving for you since the day you met. His lips were tender, warm, and soft, exactly what you hoped for, sending butterflies to your stomach.

The moonlight lit the scenery and the rock both of you were seated on, making it far more romantic than you would have imagined. The way his hands held your face made you want to cling to him and kiss his lips forever, but as soon as he pulled away, your hands found their way to rest on his chest while you grinned adoringly in his direction. 

He chuckled at how adorable you looked, all flushed and beaming, and he couldn't help but give you another kiss. 

"Everything will get better...Everything works with you by my side." He said.

[moonyclaws]

- 🖤 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 🖤 -

𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓼:

Infatuated - Ominis Gaunt (Fluff)

All I Wanted - Sebastian Sallow (Angst/Fluff)

The Yule Ball - Ominis Gaunt (Smut)

𝓐𝓾𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓼:

Encouraging words - Ominis Gaunt

Infatuated Fic quotes - Ominis Gaunt

Ominis' Love Declaration - Ominis Gaunt

𝓐𝓻𝓽:

Ominis x Hufflepuff MC

[myluvmine]

♡⁠ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ♡⁠

❥ Just Stay -> hurt/comfort [gn!reader]

You find yourself on Bucky’s doorstep one night when you’re hurting and desperately need some comfort. Bucky’s there to provide just that.

[selenescc]

A day of fun pt.2

You’ve never been at Tom’s house before. After a 15 minutes taxi’s drive, you arrived in front of a huge gate and a fence, formed by network and high hedges. You got out of the cab and entered into the garden. You were speechless. It was a big three-story house, situated on top of an hill, so you could see the city beneath. You went in.

—Y/N, welcome! —said Tom playfully, spreading his arms. 

—WOW, it’s wonderful.

It was a lovely home, very tidy and reflected the personality of its owner. Now you had before your eyes a large living room, with a white marble staircase at the centre, a Chesterfield light brown sofa and combined armchairs, a big Tv and a library in which there were many awards. An island divided the living room from an ultra-modern kitchen. 

—Y/N, make yourself at home. Take a seat, while I bring you a glass of water. 

—Uh, thanks. 

The couch was very comfy. You could have fallen asleep without even noticing. After a while, Tom arrived with the water for you and a beer for him. You had a sip and it raised a sort of awkward silence. He broke it.

—I’m sorry that our afternoon ended like that—he said pouting, taking your hands in his.—I really wanted to spend a beautiful day with you without problems. 

—Don’t worry. I was having a lot of fun. —you said smiling. —The day isn’t finished yet.

His face lightened up. —Right. So, what do you want to do? We can watch a movie, go swimming into the pool, listening to some music or playing with video-games. I also have Guitar Hero. 

—Uhh, I’ve never played it.

—Seriously? 

You nodded. 

—Well, then it’s settled. Do you want to play the guitar or the drum?

—Drum. My fingers aren’t fast enough to get all the guitar’s buttons. 

—I explain you how to play. 

—Okay.

—When you see the colored dots arriving at the end of the screen, you have to hit the plate with the same color. Now we’ll try a song and you’ll see that it’s very easy when you take the beat. 

—I’m ready, cap.

—Let’s try… “Jukebox Hero”. Make room on the stool, so I can help you. 

When the song started you couldn’t stay in time, since you beat too soon or too late. But in the middle of the song you started to catch on and from there it was easier.

You started playing at 4.30 p.m. and after many songs, like “Pour some sugar on me”, “Don’t stop me now”, “Paradise City” and “No one like you”, it was dinner time. You decided for a pizza delivery and in the meantime you choose a movie to watch. After having scrolled down the movies list, you opted for “Grease”, since you both liked it and it would have helped you to stay awake. The delivery guy arrived soon after. You seated on the barstool near the island and started eating, stealing slices from one another. Tom had chosen an American pizza, full of toppings, and you a simple Margarita. You faced one another and often smiled.  After drinking a sip of Cola, you put your hand palm up on the island. Tom took it and never left it. He finished eating, stood up, went around the counter (never leaving your hand) and got closer to you, putting himself between your knees. He brought his hands on your hips and started smiling.

—That smile is gonna be the end of me—you said tracing the dimples that had formed on his cheeks. He smiled even bigger. He put his hand on your cheek and kissed you, sweetly at the beginning, but it became more avid. You brought your hand around his neck, while he draw invisible circles on your hips. You came back on Earth and opened the eyes at the same time. You could cut the tension with a rounded knife, but neither of you wanted to rush things, because when you started dating, you promised  to go slow and transform what you had in something serious. 

You stood up slowly and Tom raised his eyebrows to ask your intentions. 

—Where is the bathroom?

—The bathroom? Uh, yeah. The door in the living room, near the poster. 

—Okay. I’ll be right back. 

—Take your time. 

When you came back, Tom had already tossed out the junk and seated on the sofa, waiting for you. 

You moved closer silently, put your hand on his shoulders and started rubbing. 

—Oh God, please don’t stop. 

You laughed. —Are you sure I’m doing it well? I’ve always been told I’m the worst masseuse ever existed. —you said with a worried expression. 

—They didn’t appreciated you then. You’re doing it right. Scout’s honor. 

—I’ll have to trust you. 

Your boyfriend tilted his head back with closed eyes. He had a relaxed face, so you lowered and gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose. He opened his eyes suddenly, took your waist and, in some way, you ended up un the couch with Tom alongside you. 

He gave you feather light kisses on your left cheek, on your nose, on the other cheek, on your lips and said a few millimeters from you: —What you you say, shall we began the movie? Otherwise I’ll never let you go. 

—Yes, definitely.   

You kissed one more time, then got comfortable. You both were lying on your hips, Tom was hugging you from behind and leaned into two pillows to see the screen. When the song “Summer nights” hired on, he sang it in a low voice, which was so pleasant, that you fell asleep. In your sleep, you felt caresses and feather kisses on your jaw, near your lips and on your neck. When your eyes opened, you found yourself facing your beloved, who was watching you sleeping. 

—Oh my God. Did I fell asleep, didn’t I? —you said with a sleepy voice, rubbing your eyes. 

—Yeah. —he said smiling. 

—How long I’ve been asleep?

—Not very long. We’re almost at the last song. 

—I’m sorry I dozed off..

—Don’t worry. It has been a pleasure watching over you. Besides, I’ve discovered something..

—Please tell me I didn’t snore. —you said blushing. 

—You’re damn right. Although it wasn’t something nerve-wrecking or annoying. You were adorable—he said passing his thumb on your lips. 

—Uh really?

—MM MM, absolutely. —He tilted his head. —I think I’m done..

—Then I think I should go home. —You were standing up, but Tom caught you immediately.

—I misspoke. I wanted to say that I am completely in love with you. Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you. 

—Uh, I understand. —You blushed and became red like a tomato. Afterward, keeping your eyes lowered and drawing invisible lines on his T-shit you said: —You know, I think I love you too. And when you say things like that, I don’t know what I would do to you. 

—Too sappy?

—Nope, not at all. You’re irresistible.

—Mmh, and? —he said passing his hand through your hair, massaging your scalp. 

—Adorable, cute, sweet. —You leaned on and kisses him. 

You went on like that all the evening, until you fell asleep on the couch, hugging one another.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you rapidly closed them because of a sudden wave of light. Trying to get used to it, you covered your face with your hands, and gradually opened your eyes. At the beginning you didn’t know where you were, but then you remembered and relaxed a bit. In the air there was a scent of bacon and oranges. You were standing up, when Tom sneaked up from the kitchen with a tray. 

—Good morning sweetheart. 

—Good morning to you too. That smells good!

He put the tray on the little table near the sofa. 

—We have bacon, orange juice, a coffe for me and two croissants with cream. I didn’t know what you preferred, so I picked up both salty and sweet. 

—Thanks, babe. —you said with a genuine smile. 

—For you, this and more. 

You were having breakfast, when you saw what time it was. You stood up quickly. 

—No, no, no, no, please.

—What happened? —he said alarmed.

—I’m late for work. What do I do now? I don’t have a change of clothes, I can’t take a shower. I must abs…

—Regarding work, when your colleague started calling, I sent her a message, telling her that you would be late. Concerning the other things, you can make them here and once you’ve done, you can go directly at work. If you want I can borrow you one of my T-shirts. 

—Uh..ehm..thank you. —You were settling down a bit. —But why didn’t you wake me up?

—You were sleeping so well and you were smiling, like a lot. I didn’t want to interrupt your dream. —he said pouting, scratching the back of his head. 

You bit your lip trying not to laugh at his face. He seemed a busted kid. You gave him a light smack and stood up. 

—I’m going to jump in the shower.  

He stood up too. 

—I’ll walk you in the bathroom upstairs. —Tom took your hand and guided you, until he stopped outside his bedroom, which was minimal, with a king wooden bed, a mirror closet  and lots of paintings, photos and posters. You lifted an eyebrow to ask an explanation and when he saw your expression, he said: —It isn’t as you think. You have to cross the bedroom, if you want to go to the bathroom. 

—I see. —You slightly shut the eyelids to analyze his expression, then you went in. You stopped astonished on the threshold. It was huge. There was short hazelnut tiles wall that separated the Jacuzzi from the rest, i.e. a shower, the toilette, two sinks and a dark brown wooden cabinet and a lot of free space. That bathroom was as big as half your apartment. 

—Wow.

—Do you like it? —he said waggling his eyebrows. 

—Do I like it? I simply love it. —You looked around you for awhile, but then the image of a clock ticking appeared in your mind. You shook your head, turned toward Tom and started walking slowly.

—Sooo.. you don’t want company, right?—he said with a smug grin.

—I’m sorry to disappoint you, but nope. —You gave him a kiss, went back, closed the door and started laughing. He didn’t noticed he was arrived on the threshold since you had closed the door.

You took a quick shower, wore your jeans and a black printed “Top Gun” T-shirt that Tom had left on his bed. You looked into the mirror and went downstairs, where your beloved was sitting on the armchair, watching the news. When he heard you, he turned his face and never took his eyes off you, until you were really close. 

—It suits you. You should wear my clothes more. 

—Thanks, honey. —Then your face darkened. —I’m really sorry, but I have to go. 

—Sure. I’ll drive you. 

—What if they see us?

—I don’t care. I don’t want to do things secretly. I don’t want to make you go away with a cab or with my chauffeur, like you are meaningless. You are my girlfriend, so I want to be free to carry you at work, to pick you up and to go anywhere with you. 

—Really?

—Yes, really. —He kissed you. —Now my love, let’s go or your chief will kick you out. 

—Okay. Wait…how did you called me? 

—My love. Do you like it?

—Yes, I adore it. 

You went hand in hand into the garage, got in the black Audi A4 and left. 

Once you arrived at your workplace, he said goodbye giving you a kiss on your left cheek, on you nose, on the right cheek and at the end a passionate one on your lips.

—We’ll see tomorrow, right? —he asked hopeful. 

—Yes, tomorrow.

—I can’t wait..

—Don’t tell me..

You got out, he waved at you and didn’t left until you entered into the building. 

Throughout the day, you did anything but thinking about him and how much he had been sweet. Once in a while you tried to focus on your work, but you couldn’t, since his scent on the T-shirt prevented it. 

[selenescc]

A day of fun pt.1

IMAGINE TOM X READER

Word count: 1757                                                                                                         A/N: This is my first “imagine”. I don’t know if someone has already done something like that, but I was inspired so I decided to write :) This is an imagine between the reader and Tom (you have to choose the last name).

I hope you like it ;D 

P.S. English isn’t my mother tongue, so please let me know if there are mistakes. 

You and Tom were hanging out since a couple of months now. Every time you two were together, you were having fun like 2 kids at Disneyland. The day wasn’t so different from the others. You had to met outside the souvenir shop, which was the place were you had crushed one another the first time. That place had become one of your favorites. You both were wearing sunglasses and caps to avoid people recognizing you, but when you arrived, you saw him instantly. 

—Hi Tom.

—Hey Y/N. —he said with a sweet smile. —Are you ready for our day of fun?

—Yeah, I’m ready for anything. 

—Good.

—You won’t tell me what is it, will you?

—Uh nope. It’s a surprise, do you recall it?

—Mmmh all right. And if I do this? —you said tiptoeing and giving him feather kisses on his left cheek, then on his right one and at the end on his lips. When you broke away, you looked into his eyes and it seemed that Tom was giving in. Then he smiled, got closer to your ear and said with a smug grin: —I have really appreciated your gesture, believe me, but you know you need something more to convince me. The place is a few steps away, I promise. 

You bit your lower lip thoughtfully, then you gave up. Tom took your hand, kissed the back of your hand and you started walking. 

You walked down for about 500m and Tom stopped ahead of an arcade. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow as saying ‘are you serious?’ and he answered disappointed: —If you don’t like it, we can go somewhere else. 

—No, it’s great—you said with a genuine smile—I’ve always loved arcades.

—Then why did you had that expression?

—It’s just that I didn’t know you liked these types of things. You are so sophisticated and surely we don’t have the same interests. Actually, I haven’t realized that you decided to go out with me yet. Obviously there are women that are more…

Tom put one finger on your lips to shut you up. He looked in your eyes and caressing your cheek with the thumb, he said: —Babe, you’ll see that our interests are more similar than you imagine. And about the other thing… I chose you because you’re different. You don’t care about celebrity, money or the other crap things. You are a simple person, truthful and without so many pretences. You’d rather eating at home rather than going to those chic restaurants, or simply watching a movie rather than going to those noisy places and full of paps. It’s what I love about you. 

You melted to his words and gave him one of your famous hugs, where you put all yourself. 

—Come on. —Tom took your hand and you went in. 

It was a huge arcade and there were lots of things: seats and wheels for  motor racing, Guitar Hero, Dance Dance Revolution, war games, flippers, ping pong tables, the Basket game and so on. 

Luckily it was nearly empty, since it was middle June and people preferred going to the beach or to the pools with that Californian warmth. 

—Choose the games you want to play. In the meantime I’ll go change money in tokens. 

—All right sweetie. 

You looked around. There were lots of things with which you had never played before and things in which you were a pro. 

—Have you decided yet?—said Tom keeping you off balance, because he draw silently near you from behind.

—Yep, but I have to decide what to do first. 

—Until then… —he took you in a tiny space behind the consoles. At the beginning he gave you a soft kiss, that quickly transformed into something more passional. It ended too soon, because after all you were in a public place and you didn’t want to show off.

—I’ve asked the guy behind the counter not to do tips and to warn me if he sees something suspicious.

—Uh..ehm..ok. —Sometime you forgot your boyfriend was a celebrity, because when he was with you, he seems a different person. 

—So…have you taken your decision?

—Yeah. —You took his hand and took him to the Basket game. 

—Excellent choice Y/N. Do you want to play a match each or to be a team?

—As much as I would love defeating you, I know I will surely loose. So I say to be a team. 

—Perfect. There’s strength in numbers, right?

Tom put the coin and you began playing. The two of you shortly developed some kind of mechanism, throwing a ball each and scoring almost all the time.

With aching arms, you reached the fourth level, but you missed a lot of shots. Satisfied, you took the tickets to collect in order to win a prize and you went on. The second chosen game was the dancing one. You decided an easy song, since you weren’t a very good dancer. Let’s just say you were an awful one. The Maroon 5’s song “Girls like you” started and shortly after you stopped because you missed the major part of the steps, while Tom was smooth and didn’t miss a hit. He was so focused he didn’t saw you stopped to look at him. You tried to continue, but by now you got out of line, so you leaned on the little railing and you went on watching him, smiling and bitting your lower lip. When the song finished, he turned and didn’t see you. Only when you began clapping, he turned the head more and saw you. 

—What are you doing there? — he said panting. 

—Nothing…I was just looking at you. After all, it’s not every day seeing you dancing like that—you said looking him in the eyes, blushing. 

—This is it, huh? —He slowly moved closer, put his hands on your hips and gave you a light kiss. Right before he broke away, he bit your lower lip. —It’s since I saw you earlier that I wanted to do that. 

You were breathless for a moment, then smiled coyly. 

—Now it’s my turn to choose, ok?

—Sure.

—I need to sit to catch my breath, so I would say something quieter. 

—Mmm let me think. What about the car race?

—Good choice, honey. —He took your hand and took you to the seats. Tom made you sit and than he took place near you. 

—Do you know you will win easily, right? —you said.

—It might. We just have to play to find out.

You made 2 races, winning one for each. You would have never said, but committing yourself, you exceeded the master of wild rides. 

Afterward you played to some kind of mini golf. You went picking the putter, the little ball and tried to make a couple of shots, but you missed the hole every time. 

—You’ve never played golf,  haven’t you?

—Nope, but I’ve always wanted to play.

—Can I correct your position?

—Be my guest, sir. 

Tom stood at your back, put your legs in the right angle, took your hands on the putter, showed you how to swing and at the end he helped you hitting the ball, which went into the hole. After the third one, he began nuzzling your neck and your hair, giving little kisses under the ear. 

—You smell of chocolate. 

You blocked for a second.

—Really?

—Definitely. Is it your perfume?

—Ehm nope, just the shower gel. —You gave him a wider access. 

—It’s veery good. You should always use this.

You let him continue for a while, then you turned and gave him one of those mind-blowing kisses. The few people that were there started looking at you, so you broke away and went to the next game: a Star Wars pinball, which was located behind an hidden corner. 

Tom played a few games, while you sat on one of the chairs and looked at him for some time. He was handsome, especially clothed with a knee-length black Levi’s, a white T-shirt and a pair of sneakers. It was rare seeing him dressed like that, because he always wore nice suits or jeans and shirts. You noticed that when he was focused, he was even hotter. Small wrinkles formed on his brow, he frowned the eyebrows and he chewed his inner cheek. 

—Y/N, come here and play a little bit, while I’ll get something to drink.

You shook your head and came back to reality. 

—What?

—You were staring, eh?

—What?! Pfff, no.

—Do you like what you see? —he said twirling with a winning smile.

Damn! He has sussed you out. You started blushing a lot, but he decided not to hear the answer, since he perfectly knew it.

—However, I’ll go getting something to drink. What can I bring you?

—A glass of water, please.

—Perfect. I’ll be right back. 

You went near the pinball, put the coin and were starting a game, when Tom came back with a fast pace and seemed a little bit angry. Furthermore, he didn’t have the glass. 

—Hey, what happened?

—We have a problem. —he said angrily but also worried. —At the entrance there are lots of paparazzi. Someone must have done a tip-off. 

—Oh my God! No, please! What are we going to do? —You started getting nervous and tormenting your fingers.

He put his hands on your shoulders and took your hands. 

—Take a deep breath, for me, please. I’ve called a taxi. We have 2 choices: or we pass trough the main entrance or trough a window in the ladies bathroom. 

—Window. Absolutely.

You entered into the bathroom, which was empty, and opened their alternative way out. 

—You pass before me so I’ll help you. 

—Okay. —Tom lifted you up and helped you jumping over. Fortunately, you were wearing comfortable jeans and sneakers, which made the action easier. 

Once you were out, you waited for your beloved, who popped out with a bound. You cleaned up, took hands in hands and walked peacefully toward the taxi, trying not to catch the paps attention. You got on, breathed a sigh of relief and decided to spend the rest of the afternoon and the evening at Tom’s house, far away from prying eyes. 

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   I know it is technically no longer Saturday here but, jokes on you, the chapter was posted five minutes before midnight!

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   It’s... Uh... A little late, I know, but, yeah, new chapter. Hooray.

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   All I want to say is that I really like to start drama in chapters multiple of 10.

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