#october drabble

[lucianhuntress]

Day 25. Scaramouche x Reader: 92. “You can’t keep ignoring this.”

It’s a warm day in Sumeru city; cicadas chirp somewhere, lurking in the depths of the vegetation and flowers bloom, absorbing every ray of the golden light from the sun. Everyone has been preparing for the Sabzeruz festival to celebrate the young Archon’s birthday. 

Well, almost everyone.

Scaramouche sits outside while sipping tea at the Puspa Café, while avoiding —well, you. He couldn’t just stand how desperately you were asking for his help with the decorations at the Akademiya. Who do you even think he is? Scaramouche is not one for celebrations and he would rather keep to himself than run around with some stupid flower decorations or snacks. 

He doesn’t want to admit that you actually looked cute while holding a massive amount of flowers. He scoffs to himself in thought and takes another sip. The party should be left to those who actually enjoy it and he knows that should you pester him a bit longer, it would be hard for him to say no. 

The sounds of your steps catch him off guard, but he adamantly keeps ignoring you, even when you sit on an empty chair at his table. 

“Found you,” you chime cheerily, wearing a pink flower behind your ear. Seeing you being all cutesy in front of him like that vexes him greatly. 

“Congratulations, do you want a medal?” he sighs with his eyes closed.

A small pout tugs your lips and something stings inside of him, a feeling he used to be unfamiliar with, but after meeting you it has become nearly a habit. 

“I needed your help,” you tell him, a hint of gloom in your tone and he notices your shoulders slumping a few inches.

“And I remember telling you that I am not interested or are you that stupid that you can’t even understand anything I tell you?” he answers with a roll of his eyes. 

“You can’t keep ignoring this!” you tell him, clenching your fist in determination. 

Asking him to do anything is always such a challenge and this time isn’t any different; he looks at you in irritated confusion. “Why do you need me there? What can I do that no one else can?” He isn’t wrong to ask such questions and yes, he wasn’t actually needed there. 

Your heart aches every time you see him alone, brooding in silence while avoiding other people like plague. His words are often full of venom and you have grown a thick skin, while trying to get close to him, because you see the pain in his dejected eyes. 

“I needed you,” you exhale, “I still need you.”

Scaramouche squints in disbelief and turns to face you. “You’re a terrible liar.”

“Except it’s not,” you reply after taking a deep breath, “I need you to help me.”

Those damn sparkling, hopeful eyes of yours that blink innocently as he tries to stare you down rather menacingly. How are you not repulsed by his presence, he does not know. He clicks his tongue in irritation.

“Fine.”

He should have chosen to go out of the city, because he knew denying you for much longer would be impossible and part of him feels oddly warm when you beam at him as he gets up. 

“But I’m not carrying you anywhere.”

You let out a giggle and catch a hint of red on his cheeks. He grumples something more in protest, but you’re feeling way too happy to let it bother you.

[littlefluu]

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₊˚⊹꒷ LEE HEESEUNG ꒷⊹˚₊

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₊˚⊹꒷ PARK JAY ꒷⊹˚₊

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₊˚⊹꒷ SIM JAKE ꒷⊹˚₊

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₊˚⊹꒷ PARK SUNGHOON ꒷⊹˚₊

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₊˚⊹꒷ NISHIMURA RIKI ꒷⊹˚₊

RUINED MAKE OUT SESSIONS by @rose-petles sugg.

TEXTING BF!NI-KI by @jaeyunluvbot SMAU, c.

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[grapejuicenharry]

Angel

Harry and Y/N are best friends— except they have feelings for each other (4k words)

warnings : smut 18+, fluff, kissing, grinding, jealous h

read part 2 of angel here

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Harry really liked—no, loved—Y/N, but he would never admit it to her. She was his best friend, and he couldn’t imagine a day without her. She was like sunshine in his life, someone he could always rely on.

“Harry, my feet hurt,” Y/N whined beside him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy from one too many drinks. They were walking back from a party thrown by one of Harry’s friends, Alex. It was his birthday, and even though Harry and Y/N hadn’t planned to attend, today had been their last exam of the semester. That called for celebratory drinks after all the hard work they’d put in. Sleepless, stressful nights spent preparing for exams, completing assignments, and submitting papers—it had all been overwhelming, and tonight felt like the ideal way to finally blow off some steam.

“Didn’t I warn you about those heels?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice as he raised an eyebrow. He knew those heels always gave her trouble and told her to wear something more comfortable, but Y/N, being Y/N, never listened.

“Yeah, but they make me look sexy, and I wanted to be tall enough to at least reach your neck,” she replied absentmindedly.

“Well, guess that means I’m carrying you the rest of the way,” Harry said, and before she could protest, he hoisted her up onto his shoulders.

“Harry, my dress is too short! I’m going to flash everyone,” Y/N laughed, though there was no real concern in her voice.

Harry chuckled, placing his hand carefully to keep her covered. Besides, the streets were almost empty at 2 a.m., and there was hardly anyone around to notice.

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Y/N met Harry on the first day of college. She was nervous and eager to make friends. Hurrying to her seat, she noticed Harry sitting next to her. The first thing she saw was his mop of curly hair, and she thought he was incredibly cute. He looked so innocent and nerdy in his black-rimmed glasses. He was just too adorable.

He wore a white T-shirt that highlighted his bulging biceps, with tattoos peeking through. Suddenly, Y/N found herself wanting to see every tattoo that adorned his beautiful body. She was so curious and lost in her thoughts about him that she didn’t realize Harry was, in fact, looking at her.

Harry thought he was dreaming as he looked at Y/N. She seemed like an angel, a beautiful one at that. She wore a cute white hoodie adorned with pink bows, and her curly hair framed her lovely face perfectly. What captivated him the most were her eyes; they were alluring, radiant, and a luminous shade of dark brown. Next were her luscious pink lips, so full and plump that he suddenly wanted to kiss them and taste them. He wondered if they tasted like berries or cherries, secretly hoping they tasted like cherries, his favorite fruit.

“Do you have an extra pen?” Y/N asked in a hushed voice. “I forgot to bring my pouch,” she added with a little pout.

“Y-yeah, yeah,” Harry replied, fixing his glasses, clearing his throat, and answering in a hoarse voice. He couldn’t believe she was actually talking to him.

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Later that day, they sat together at lunch, talking as if hours had passed. Y/N was so grateful to have found someone as kind as Harry, who listened to every word she said with such intent. They chatted about random topics, like their favorite TV shows and ice cream flavors. When Harry revealed that his favorite flavor was mint chocolate chip, Y/N made a weird face.

“Shut up—no, don’t you dare say it!” Harry exclaimed, amused.

“But it tastes like toothpaste!” Y/N whined playfully.

“No, it does not!” Harry shot back. Y/N made a mental note to convince Harry to try every other flavor until he grew to hate mint chocolate chip.

They soon became inseparable—best friends. Harry didn’t realize just how much he had started to like Y/N until it was almost too late. He thought frequently about confessing his true feelings, but there never seemed to be the right moment. He cherished the friendship they had, and the thought of losing her terrified him to his core. So he kept those feelings hidden, bottled up, and accepted her as his best friend.

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Harry set Y/N down on the couch when they reached her apartment. He kneeled down to take off her heels. “Ouch, slowly please,” YN whined.

“I am never letting you wear these stupid shoes again. Your feet are all red and swollen,” Harry countered, looking genuinely concerned. He hated seeing Y/N in pain. He wanted to protect her from everything and keep her safe in his cocoon—just him and Y/N.

He then carefully carried a sleepy Y/N to her bedroom and started looking for a comfortable shirt for her to wear. After finding a suitable shirt, he went to the bathroom to grab her makeup wipes and returned to find half-asleep Y/N lying on the bed. “Sweetheart, this will only take two minutes, I promise.” He began wiping her face gently.

After getting Y/N all ready for bed, Harry changed his own clothes. Y/N had “borrowed” too many of his shirts, but honestly, he never minded it. In fact, he secretly liked when Y/N wore his clothes. She looked breathtaking in his oversized shirt paired with her tiny shorts, which made Harry lose his mind.

“Come to bed and cuddle me; I need to sleep,” Y/N grumbled, rubbing her tired eyes.

“Coming, sweetheart, just two minutes,” Harry replied with a smile. He knew how grumpy Y/N got when she was sleepy. He quickly climbed into bed, set his glasses on the side table, and pulled her to his side. Cuddled next to him, Harry didn’t mind being the big spoon. He loved having Y/N molded to his side—the sweet scent of her hair, which smelled like strawberries on a sunny day, and the soft skin that felt like vanilla sundae. He adored every inch of her. Whenever he was with her, he felt like he was on cloud nine. Everything around him was rainbows and sunshine; she made everything look like it was through rose-tinted glasses.

But Harry also loved being the little spoon. There were days when he just wanted to be held, and honestly, Y/N loved having him like that—clingy, needy, like a cute little puppy.

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One day, Harry arrived at Y/N’s apartment looking extremely worn out. Y/N was lying on the bed, comfortably engrossed in her favorite novel. She grew concerned upon seeing Harry. 

“I am so exhausted, and my head hurts,” Harry exclaimed, throwing his bag on the floor. “I had to sit in Professor Martin’s class for two hours, plus I had a psychology presentation today,” he stated tiredly while rubbing his drowsy eyes behind his frames. 

“Oh no, I’m so sorry you had such a long day, baby. Come on, lie down, and I’ll massage your head,” Y/N replied, removing the blanket from her lap. Harry immediately climbed onto the bed and dropped his head in Y/N’s lap. She carefully removed his glasses and placed them on the side table before starting to massage his head.

She threaded her fingers in his curls, scratching his head lightly, rubbing, and applying just the right amount of pressure. Harry let out a soft moan as he could already feel the tension melting away, his body instinctively relaxing further into her lap.

 “Feels amazing,” he murmured, his voice slightly muffled against her legs. 

As her skilled fingers glided over his scalp, working their magic and easing the stress that had built up after a long week. 

Y/N smiled, enjoying the way he melted under her touch. She varied her movements, alternating between gentle rubs and firmer pressure, focusing on the areas where he seemed to carry the most stress. Her fingers danced through his hair, and she leaned forward slightly to whisper, “You deserve this. Just relax.”

After what seemed like hours of massaging, Y/N realized Harry had fallen soundly asleep on her lap. His face looked peaceful, with his eyes closed and soft snores slipping through his pretty pouty lips. He looked so adorable, and Y/N couldn’t help but wish she could freeze time to savor this moment longer.

Knowing Harry would probably complain about his back in the morning, she gently shifted him, lifting his head from her lap and placing it on a pillow. His brows furrowed slightly, so she soothingly rubbed his forehead, trying to smooth away any lingering tension. Half asleep, Harry instinctively moved closer, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist and nuzzling his face against her boobs. His personal pillow: He always has the best sleep whenever she holds him. Y/N smiled down at him. His curls tickled her jaw, and she couldn't resist leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his head.

“Goodnight, sleepyhead,” Y/N whispered, smiling at Harry, who had already drifted back into a peaceful slumber.

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Harry was never the jealous type—at least, not until Y/N came into his life. but right now he cant help but a bitter sensation rises up his throat when he sees yn with Jacob. A total douchebag who flirts with every girl in the college, Standing next to Y/N, too closely according to harry. Harry had come to find Y/N so they could grab tacos at their favorite spot, but instead, he’s witnessing this. Does Y/N like him? Does she have a crush on him that he doesn’t know about? What if Y/N is interested in him and wants to end her friendship with Harry? Will she forget about him? All these questions overwhelm Harry’s mind at the sight. No, no—Y/N was only his. His best friend, his angel, his sweetheart. She would never do something like this. His chest suddenly started burning at such thoughts. 

Jacob says something which makes Y/N burst into laughter. His chest tightens at the sight. He wants to be the only person to make yn laugh like that. He curses inwardly that jacob gets to experience the sweet melody of her laughter, her laugh that can instantly brighten up the room with warmth and sunshine. He thinks to himself, Does Jacob know her eyes crinkle whenever she laughs? or how the mole under her right eye disappears when she laughs because of the fullness of her cheeks? 

“Oi, whatchu looking at?” Y/N snapped her fingers in front of Harry’s face. He hadn’t realized she had come over and was talking to him. “You look like you could kill someone,” she teased, giggling as she spoke to him. 

“Was that Jacob talking to you?” Harry asked, trying to sound casual even though he was fuming inside. “Yeah, he wanted my chemistry notes because apparently he spilled coffee on his,” Y/N replied, wrapping her arm around Harry's as they walked together. 

“Did you give them to him?” Harry asked, mentally cursing Jacob and hoping she hadn’t. 

“No, obviously I know he just wanted an excuse to hit on me. I’m not dumb,” Y/N exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “Besides, you know I don’t like sharing my notes with anyone except for you, because you know how to take care of them.” She chided and planted a kiss on Harry’s cheek. His face instantly heated. 

“Good,” Harry whispered quietly, fixing his glasses, looking at the ground, too embarrassed to hide the blush of his cheek and unable to suppress a smile at the thought of Y/N rejecting that jerk. 

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Harry loves when Y/N gets touchy like this with him. When randomly she hugs him, kisses him on his cheek, forehead, or settles on his lap while watching a movie. Her spontaneous kisses leave a soft tingle on his skin, and he can’t help but smile every time she curls up in his lap. It’s in these moments he feels closest to her, as if every touch and every kiss is a silent confession of how much she means to him. His arm instinctively wraps around her waist, pulling her in a little tighter, enjoying the way she fits perfectly against him. The movie on the screen fades into the background; all he can focus on is the warmth of her body and the way she makes him feel—like he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be. It all feels so natural. And they never have those awkward moments because they both love these touches. Whenever yn touches him, he feels electricity buzzing through him, in a good way. His skin feels like jello and his heart is thumping loudly, His brain is all muddled with goo and sparkles. 

He wants to treasure those moments forever and constantly wishes for more and more. 

It was one of those rare evenings for Harry and Y/N, Where the world seemed to quiet down just for them. They had just finished with their midterms and needed this for the longest time. Dim yellow lights, a bottle of red wine sitting on the table, a soft record player playing in the background. Legs tangled under the blanket as Harry and Y/N sat closer to each other, just enjoying each other’s presence. The warmth of Yn’s body pressed against him felt like home.

Harry’s fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of Y/N’s hair, twirling it between his fingertips. His eyes traced over her face, taking in every detail — the curve of her lips, the soft rise and fall of her chest.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Harry whispered, his voice low and soft, his breath tickling her ear.

Y/N turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze with a soft smile and cheeks already flushed because of wine, changed into a deeper shade of red at his words. “You always say that.” Slurred her words lightly. 

“Because it’s true,” he murmured, leaning in closer, their faces just inches apart. His fingers gently tugging at her bottom lip, eyes flickering to her mouth. “And I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of telling you that.” 

For a moment, neither of them moved, the air between them thick with unspoken words and emotions. Y/N felt her heart race as Harry’s eyes locked onto hers, filled with something deeper than just affection.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Y/N tilted her head, her lips brushing against Harry’s in the softest kiss, testing the waters. It was brief- just a featherlight kiss- but enough to send a shockwave through him. Harry let out a quiet sigh, his hand moving to cup her face as he deepened the kiss, slow and tender. As he leaned in closer, Y/N gently pushed his glasses up onto his forehead, making it easier for them to get lost in each other. Suddenly, he realized what he had done.

Harry pulled back immediately, his eyes wide with surprise at his own action.

“Sorry,” he blurted out, his voice panicked. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Y/N blinked, her cheeks flushing, but there was no trace of anger or discomfort on her face. Instead, she smiled softly, a warmth blooming in her chest at his sudden vulnerability. “No, Harry… It’s okay.”

Harry’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure? I didn’t mean—”

“Harry,” Y/N interrupted gently, her voice barely a whisper as she moved closer, her hand resting on his cheek. “It’s okay, I want this, I promise.”

Harry couldn’t quite grasp what was happening—it all felt too surreal, like something straight out of his dreams. Yet, here it was, playing out in real time. In the blink of an eye, Y/N tossed the blanket aside and straddled his lap. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt as she pressed closer to him, wanting to be as near as possible. Her fingers trailed up his chest, feeling the heat radiating through his shirt, before cradling his face. Without hesitation, she pulled him into a deep kiss.

Harry was still trying to make sense of it all, but instinctively, his hands found their place—one tangling in her hair, the other resting gently on her neck.

The kiss was slow, tender, and filled with all the emotions that had been simmering under the surface for so long. His lips were soft, and she could taste the faint hint of wine on them. Their lips molded perfectly, like it was meant to be. Time seemed to blur. It must have been five minutes, or five hours; neither of them knew. It was a heated blend of tongue, teeth, and lips. 

Y/N’s hand reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it. Harry pulled back, catching his breath, resting his forehead against hers. His heart pounded, blood rushing south; he was so hard, making him ache beneath her. 

“Can I take off your top, baby?” He whispered, his breath warm against her jaw as he kissed and nipped at it.

“Yes, yes, please,” she murmured, and that was all the permission Harry needed. He swiftly pulled off her shirt—his shirt—and eagerly ran his hands over her smooth, soft skin. 

“So soft, your skin is so soft,” he murmured, his hands working behind her, unclasping her bra. 

Her tits were a piece of art—Round, so full and perfectly perky. His large hands cup them, gently rolling the nipple between his fingers. 

Now she sat only straddling him in her thin, barely there sleeping shorts; she could feel his hard cock beneath her, thick and throbbing, nudging her entrance. Her dampness was seeping through both of their shorts. A delicious remainder, how much she wanted him. He could feel her cunt fluttering around nothing, desperate for him. 

 Harry had to shut his eyes and  take  a few steady breaths as his chest rose and fell with anticipation. Slowly, he leaned forward, prepping light kisses along the curve of her breast. Y/N moaned softly, arching her back, giving him more access to her boobs. He latched onto her nipple, sucking lightly, while his free hand teased her other breast, tugging and rolling the sensitive nub. Y/N hips began to move instinctively, grinding against him, writhing on his cock couldn’t help but start grinding, writhing on his lap.  

"Feels good," she murmured, eyes closed as  she gently took his glasses from his head and placed them on the couch next to them, her fingers threaded through his messy curls. His cock twitched beneath her, nudging her clit, and she could feel her body growing even wetter, soaking through the fabric that separated them. Harry kept switching between her breasts, his mouth worshipping each one as he sucked harder, sending jolts of pleasure through her core.

Making her more drenched 

“Just like that, ride me Y/N” Harry growled, his voice low and demanding. His hands slid from her breast to her waist, guiding her movements. Making her move forward and backward, her clothed, dripping core dragged across his cock, making them both shiver with need. His tattoos peeked through as he finally tugged his shirt off, revealing his inked chest - abs flexing under the butterfly, the black ink stark against his flushed, heated skin.

Y/N's fingers trailed down, dragging her nails across his chest, loving the way his tattoos twisted beneath her touch. She leaned down, biting his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. Harry groaned, loving the possessiveness of it—her mark on him. He was hers. 

“You’re doing so good, Angel” he murmured, nipping her ear. Harry was a complete mess beneath her. His eyes glossy, pupils blown away with lust, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, lips slick and swollen from their kisses. He looks so sexy, Y/N leaned forward, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, swallowing each other’s  moans while increasing her pace. 

He could not believe Y/N was on top of him, grinding against his cock, her sweet little moans filling the air. He was sure he’d reached heaven. He glanced down between them, seeing the wet patch her arousal had left on his shorts, mixed with his own pre cum. 

As Y/N ground herself against him, her clit dragged over the thick length of his cock, and each upward motion had his tip grazing her entrance. The feeling made them both shiver. Her blunt nails dug into his shoulders as her eyes squeezed shut in bliss, her lip caught between her teeth, trying to hold back a whimper. 

Harry slid his hand down, rubbing her clit with his thumb in slow, tight circles, giving her that extra bit of pleasure she craved. “I want you to feel good, baby,” he whispered, his fingers working faster, determined to push her over the edge. His angel deserved to feel good. 

Y/N threw her head back, overwhelmed by the sensation. “I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered meekly, her voice shaking. Harry quickened his pace, his fingers pressing into her clit with just the right amount of pressure. “Cum for me, baby,” he urged, his voice thick and desperate.

Y/N cries out as her orgasm rips through her, the coil in her belly finally exploding, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. She felt like she was floating—fireworks and butterflies all at once. 

She has never cum so hard in her life. Her fingers never did the job, and vibrators were too boring for her. 

Below her, she feels Harry twitching. He buries  his face in her neck, biting down a patch of her skin to stifle his own moan as he reached the brink. Both arms wrapped around her waist, his eyes shut, loud and desperate whimpers falling from his lips. 

“That’s it, honey,” Y/N cooed, her voice soft and soothing, threading her fingers through his damp curls as she continued to ride him. She could feel him shaking beneath her as his orgasm finally hit, releasing with a loud groan as his body went rigid. His vision blurred, ears ringing, as the bliss overwhelmed him completely. He felt like he was in paradise, his body melting into hers.

For a moment, they just stayed like that—foreheads pressed together, hearts beating in sync, both of them coming down from their highs. Still trying to make sense of what just happened. Harry let out a breathy laugh, looking for his glasses and placing them again on his face. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, still catching his breath.

Y/N smiled down at him, her fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest, loving how warm he felt under her touch. “And you’re a mess,” she teased softly, laughing with him. Harry grinned, pulling her closer.

"Yeah, but I’m your mess," he murmured, kissing her softly, the intimacy between them palpable.

They stayed like that, in each other’s arms, exchanging gentle kisses. “I want this with you, Y/N” Harry whispered, “I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel something for you. That I don’t feel this whenever I’m around you.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening as his words hit her. She opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out.

Harry pressed on, the confession spilling out of him like a flood. “I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to ruin us. You’re my best friend, Y/N. The most important person in my life, and I was terrified of messing that up. But tonight... it just felt right. It always felt right with you.” 

The air hung heavy between them, the weight of his confession pulling her down, making her chest tighten. Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. She had always felt something too—always pushed it aside, too afraid of what it would mean for them and for their friendship. But now that it was out there, she couldn’t run from it anymore.

Harry’s eyes softened behind his glasses,  his heart racing a mile a minute. He had finally said it—the words he never thought he’d be able to voice, yet they spilled out of him because he couldn’t hold them in any longer. He had to tell Y/N everything. 

But he still didn’t know if she felt the same, if she liked—no, loved—him back. And though the thought of her rejecting him terrified him, he was ready for it. His heart would shatter into a million pieces, but he would respect her decision, even if it meant she wanted him out of her life completely. It would hurt—of course, it would—but the idea of staying by her side and making her uncomfortable hurt even more.

He braced himself for her response, never expecting what she would say next.

 “I love you, Harry. I think I’ve loved you for a long time... but I was too much of a coward to confess it,” Y/N murmured, her eyes glistening with tears. “All this time, I didn’t want to lose you, so I just... ignored it. But tonight? It meant everything. I want this with you too.”

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. She could hear his heart pounding beneath her ear. 

“I always thought you had a thing for Emma from our sociology class,” Y/N added with a teary giggle, realizing how silly it sounded now.

Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion. Emma? He had never thought of her as more than a classmate. His friends had mentioned once or twice that Emma might have a crush on him, but he’d never taken it seriously. His focus had always been on Y/N.

Before he could explain, Y/N cut him off. “But now I get it—you don’t like her. It was probably just my insecurities talking,” she said softly, her eyes dropping to her lap as she fidgeted with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers.

“Baby, Y/N, look at me,” Harry gently commanded. “I had no idea you were worrying about all of this. Emma? I’ve probably spoken to her five times at most, and I don’t like her that way at all. You have nothing to be insecure about.” He cupped her jaw tenderly, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, my angel. The only girl I love and care about.”

Harry's thumb continued to stroke Y/N's cheek gently, his eyes soft and unwavering as he held her gaze. “You’re everything to me, Y/N. I’ve never even thought about anyone else the way I think about you. It’s always been you.”

Her breath hitched at his words, the insecurity that had weighed her down for so long now starting to lift. She opened her mouth to say something, but Harry wasn’t finished. His other hand slid down to cradle her waist, pulling her more closer if that was possible. They were basically molded together. 

“I love the way you say my name; I love how you play with my rings whenever you get nervous; I love the way you get excited over little things; I love the way you get grumpy whenever you are hungry; I love the way you look at me when you think I am not paying attention. And I love you; don’t ever want you to doubt that, okay?” 

Y/N felt warmth flood her chest as his words washed over her. She’d spent so long overthinking everything, never realizing that Harry had been feeling the same all along.

She blinked back the last of her tears, smiling up at him. “I don’t know why I thought otherwise,” she whispered, her voice shaky but full of emotion.

Harry pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there. “Because you care so much,” he murmured against her skin. “And that’s one of the things I love about you.”

Y/N leaned into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. the tension in her body melting away.

Harry resting his chin on the top of her head. “But now, no more hiding, yeah? No more overthinking or doubting. It’s just us now. I’m yours, and I’ve always been.”

Y/N tilted her head back to look at him, her smile widening as her fingers laced through his. “Just us,” she repeated softly.

Harry’s heart swelled as he brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly. “Just us,” he echoed, his voice a gentle promise.

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𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 ♡

Spencer Reid x reader || Main masterlist || Spencer playlist

summary: You can't sleep. Spencer comforts you.

word count: 1.1k

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟖) 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩

You lie awake in the dark, the quiet hum of the night wrapping around you like a thick blanket, but it does little to ease the restlessness swirling in your mind. The clock ticks softly, each second dragging on as you stare at the ceiling, your thoughts a jumbled mess of worry and sleeplessness. It’s past 2 am, and the world outside feels distant, almost invisible in the night’s embrace.

You toss and turn, searching for a position that might bring solace, but every angle offers more discomfort than peace. You’re afraid of waking Spencer, who is laying next to you, snoring ever so gently. With a soft sigh, you sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed. 

The chill of the wooden floor sends a shiver up your spine as you touch your feet to its surface. You take a moment to listen to Spencer’s steady breathing, the rhythmic sound bringing a sense of calm amidst your tumultuous thoughts. You don’t want to disturb him, but the urge to escape your own mind compels you to leave the warmth of the bed.

You tiptoe out of the narrow bedroom, careful not to make the floorboards beneath you creak. The living room is dimly lit by the sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting soft shadows that dance lightly on the walls. You find solace in the quiet, a raw contrast to the noise occupying your head.

You head to the kitchen where the faint scent of coffee somehow still  linger from earlier that day. You take a glass out from the cupboard over the sink and fill it with nice, cold water. As you lean against the counter and take a sip, you allow your mind to wander through the worries that had kept you awake—the project at work that feels insurmountable, the looming deadline, the casual but devastating comments from colleagues that have burrowed deep into your psyche. You squeeze your eyes shut, attempting to silence the internal critique that seems to echo louder in the stillness.

Just then,  you hear the soft creak of the floorboards outside your bedroom. You open your eyes and as you turn you find Spencer standing in the doorway.

Your name falls from his lips, his voice is a gentle whisper,  laced with concern and also  slightly gravelly from slumber. His hair is slightly tousled. You can see the soft glow of the moonlight catching his features, highlighting the warmth in his brown eyes.

“Hey,” you reply quietly, not sure whether to feel embarrassed or relieved that he’s found you like this.

Spencer steps closer, his expression shifting from worry to understanding as he takes in your restless state. “Can’t sleep?” he asks, his voice soothing, as if he’s trying to absorb your troubles just by being near.

You shake your head, feeling the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. “I don’t know why. I just… can’t turn my mind off.” 

He nods slowly, his gaze intent as he contemplates your words. “I know the feeling. Do you want to talk about it?” he offers, his voice low, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile calm between you.

You contemplate his offer, the urge to unburden yourself battling with a sense of vulnerability. You know Spencer cares deeply and would listen without judgment, but sharing the turmoil swirling in your mind feels daunting. Still, the sincerity in his gaze encourages you to open up just a little.

“There’s just a lot going on at work,” you finally admit, stirring the water in your glass absentmindedly. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

He shakes his head slowly, his gaze intent, but soft. “How many times haven’t I woken you up?”

“That’s different,” you insist, he is the one working for the BAU, the ones dealing with real chaos and danger. You can’t help but feel your troubles pale in comparison. 

He seems to be considering whether he should press you more on the subject, but it seems like he can sense that you don’t really feel like talking about it right now. “Come back to back to bed with me?” he suggests, his voice a gentle caress in the quiet of the night.

A small part of you wants to protest, to insist you���ll be fine on your own, but the warmth radiating from him is inviting. Besides, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he offers a kind smile makes it hard to resist his gentle persuasion.

Spencer moves to your side, his presence calming the storm inside you. You stand together in the dim light, and he reaches out, gently taking your hand in his. It’s comforting, the way he holds your hand—the little squeeze, the steady grip that tells you he’s right here. With a soft smile, you nod and accept his offer.

“Come on,” he murmurs, leading you back toward the warmth of the sheets.

You follow him, feeling the tension in your shoulders begin to melt away as you get under the covers.

Spencer climbs in next to you, a warm, reassuring presence that makes the room feel just a bit less daunting. He glances at you, his brow slightly furrowed. “You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” he asks after a moment, his voice a gentle nudge.

You nod your head again, this time feeling a bit lighter. “Yeah, I’m sure…” You pause, glancing at him. “But you can hold me..?”

“Of course.” His voice is so gentle.

“I’m sorry for waking you,” you say again. 

“Hey,” he says softly, turning to face you. “You don’t have to apologize. I’d much rather be here with you than be asleep when you’re feeling this way.”

There’s something undeniably comforting in his words. You can feel the sincerity behind them, the way he genuinely cares. You curl up next to him, resting your head against his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer. His warmth envelops you, easing the remnants of your worries.

“Just breathe,” he whispers, his voice low and calming. “Focus on my voice. In and out, alright?” You follow his lead, inhaling deeply, then exhaling slowly, letting the rhythm of your breaths sync up with his.

With every breath, you feel yourself sinking further into relaxation. You close your eyes, letting the soothing cadence of his heartbeat lull you as he softly explains little trinkets of information—a random fact, a piece of trivia—that keeps your mind from wandering too far into restless thoughts.

Gradually, the tightness in your chest fades, and you feel yourself drifting. The warmth of his affection and care wraps around you like a safety net, a secure space where worries can’t reach. As sleep begins to pull you under, you whisper a soft, “Thank you, Spencer,” a final whisper of gratitude that slips past your lips, wrapped in drowsiness.

“Always,” he replies, his voice fading into the background like a sweet lullaby. You let the darkness take you, knowing that you’re safe with him, cocooned in warmth and comfort, drifting into a sleep that feels finally earned.

[softly-faye]

𝐏𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐤𝐢𝐧-𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ౨ৎ

Summary: Cozy day with Drew and puppies down in Salem mass during October. <3

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Artsy!Reader

౨ৎ - 🧸ྀི - ౨ৎ

The air in Salem was steeped in cinnamon and cold. That kind of crisp, coastal chill that made your breath visible and your fingers seek warmth even if it was just an excuse to tangle them in his. The streets buzzed with tourists, cameras flashing against storefronts that had leaned into the kitschy spirit of Halloween. Cobblestone sidewalks were littered with auburn and saffron leaves, crunching under your heels boots as you walked just a little too close to Drew, your shoulder brushing his arm with every step.

Click. Click. Your heeled boots tapped along the uneven path as you led Zora, her little collar jingling like a wind chime as she sniffed everything and everyone. You couldn’t stop smiling. Neither could he.

“You know,” Drew said, watching you tug your cream scarf tighter as the wind picked up, “this might be the most you place I’ve ever been.”

You smirked, tilting your head up at him. “What does that even mean?”

He reached for the coffee cup in your hand, took a sip, and made a face. “Pumpkin spice,” he said like it was a dirty word, his tongue poking out dramatically as he exaggerated a gag.

You gasped. “Blasphemy. You chose to come to Salem in October, babe.”

“I came for you,” he murmured, stealing another sip anyway. The whipped cream left a little mustache across his upper lip. He didn’t notice.

You did.

“Ugh, come here,” you said, stepping closer, the heel of your boot catching a bump in the sidewalk. Drew caught your waist like it was instinct, steadying you, hands warm even through your jacket.

“Careful,” he chuckled, voice low as he leaned in, nose brushing yours.

You wiped the cream from his mouth with your thumb, then kissed the spot softly, lingering just enough to feel him smile. “You had a little situation,” you teased.

“Mm, thanks, pretty girl.”

Your face warmed under the chill. His compliments always landed like falling leaves quiet, soft, and perfectly timed.

You walked on like that, pressed into his side with his hand tucked firmly around your waist. Zora trotted happily ahead on her leash, her tail wagging. You were wearing the vintage style wool coat he liked, the one with the scalloped buttons, and a dusky rose dress that peeked just below the hem. Every time the breeze lifted the skirt, Drew’s fingers would instinctively tug your jacket tighter around you.

“You’re gonna get cold,” he said.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not. Your nose is growing as long as Pinocchio.”

“I’m thriving.”

He huffed a laugh. “That’s not what thriving looks like.”

You paused outside a tiny apothecary shop that smelled like old paper and patchouli. Inside, dried flowers hung upside down in bunches and candles burned with handwritten labels. You looked at him.

“Let’s go in.”

He nodded. “Lead the way, little witch.”

You rolled your eyes but your heart thudded in your chest. No one here knew. You weren’t Drew Starkey’s girlfriend, not publicly. You were just a girl, in a cute skirt, holding a leash and a latte, walking through old-town Salem with a tall, broad shouldered mystery guy who looked at you like the moon only existed to light your face.

Inside the shop, he stood behind you while you sniffed amber glass jars and read tarot card packaging aloud. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his chest warm against your back.

“You’re seriously into this stuff, huh?” he whispered.

“I lovethe vibe.”

“Mm,” he hummed, “I love you.”

You turned, lips brushing his, and the kiss was slow more warmth than heat. He pulled back just enough to press his forehead to yours. You stayed like that, soft jazz playing somewhere in the background, incense curling through the rafters like ghosts.

“I wish we could do this forever,” you said, voice barely audible.

He didn’t answer right away. Just reached up, brushing a leaf from your hair with such gentle reverence it made your chest ache.

“Maybe we can,” he said finally. “Not forever here, maybe. But like this? Yeah. I’d want that.”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you just kissed him again. The soft kind. The kind you didn’t even need to open your eyes for. Outside, the sky was turning the softest shade of lavender-gray, and the town glowed with a hundred warm lights. You’d go out for cider later. Maybe split a caramel apple from that little stall on Essex Street. Maybe buy matching beanies from the thrift store you passed earlier.

But for now, you were just two people in love in the middle of a city that knew how to keep secrets.

[todorokies]

꒰ ⋆ ˚｡⋆ cw: smut, fem!reader, brief p in v intercourse, riding, kinda sub!suguru, astrology & fluff!

one of the many things suguru admires about you is your endless need to yap about astrology… especially in the most compromising situations.

he’d be balls deep inside you, heavy cock dragging vigorously against your velvety walls. each thrust of his managing to inch deeper and deeper into your warm pussy.

you let out a heavenly mewl right next to the shell of his ear, babbling on how good he feels and that he’ll make you squirt if he keeps nudging at that spongy spot of yours.

then randomly, you’ll muster the strength to blurt out, “f-fuckkk, y’know, jupiter is in retrograde this month s-so that’s probably why we keep on fucking.”

he furrows his brows and a throaty groan escapes from him. already lightheaded due the grip your cunt has on him; delirious and way too fucked out to come up with something sensible.

“shit sweetheart, y-yeah whatever you say.” he mindlessly praises your observation, more focused on the creamy white ring of residue you leave on his shaft as he continues his rapid pace.

however, suguru’s ability to give you his undivided attention outside of the bedroom always makes your heart flutter with joy when he picks up on the small details of knowledge you choose to share with him.

he remembers that your zodiac signs are compatible—both your sun and moon, has your entire birth chart memorized and tends to seek out your birthstone when shopping for jewelry for you.

he’ll indulge you to the fullest, purchasing the most beautiful tarot and oracle decks just for his “little wiccan” he’ll lightly tease.

and he doesn’t miss the way jealousy gleams in your pretty eyes when a few girls who are way too overly friendly approach him in public, purposely choosing to ignore his larger hand gripping firmly onto your waist. he’d stifle a laugh when you hastily change the beaded rose quartz bracelet on his wrist to golden-brown tiger’s eye crystal once back in the confines of your home.

then the moon comes up, glistening in its glory when you’re hungrily grinding yourself on his cock again. crude squelching echos throughout the bedroom as your shaky hand finds its way to the base of his porcelain neck, gripping gently, albeit firmly, onto his throat. “you’re mine… remember that.”

his eyes shut tight with his chest heaving as he latches onto your exposed thighs with his palms to ground himself. “all yours, all fuckin' yours.” he huffs out, a string of moans follow along as he completely loses himself under your fiery touch.

pussy from a girl who loves to yap about astrology isn’t so bad after all…

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[siddyyyyyyyy]

ROMANCE-TOBER ROMTOBER — 2024 !

!original idea: @dollishbabess

Week 1: Dick Grayson (1 Oct - 7 Oct)

↳Day one: Haunted House Date You and Dick visit a haunted house attraction, but he's more scared than you are, clinging to you the entire time.

wc: 1.1 K warnings: none, no y/n used, fluff a/n: I'm tired of kinktober so here is romtober (divider: @saradika-graphics)

HAUNTED HOUSE

It‘s not like Dick hates horror movies, he actually enjoys some medium-core scary movies. Especially when he gets to use the excuse to cuddle up under a thick blanket beside you and cuddle. The more chilly weather, the warm colours, and the cool dates you can go to is his favourite part about autumn.

Like now, you are both on your way to your current date, hand in hand. Even wearing matching scarfs, it couldn‘t get more perfect. The sun is already setting as you enter the small gate to the wooden house, that could be mistaken for a simple cabin. ‚Simple‘ if it wasn‘t for dead trees and broken fence around it. Studying the area briefly to make sure nothing could go wrong, you finally step inside.

He thinks you don‘t notice but the grip on your became tighter once you stepped inside. Still, he wears his care-free smile on his face. Of course, you won‘t comment on it and just follow him around. The house is definitely abandoned, no sounds beside the wind going around outside.

»Well, this isn‘t as bad as I expected it to be.« He shrugs lightly and steps closer to one of the drawers, looking through the framed pictures.

There were what looks to be a family from the early eighteen-hundreds. Old gothic clothing, blank faces and of course the familiar black and white filter. Well, not really a filter as they just didn‘t have colourised photographs back then.

»Do you think they are ghosts now that watch over this house?«

Dick‘s poor attempt to scare only resulted you in giving him a stoic expression before you scare him back.

»No, they would most likely be poltergeists or other spirits. Maybe even transform into other creatures,« taking a step closer, you presss a small kiss onto his cheek, »just don‘t piss them off.«

With a playful wink, you let go of his hand and explore more of the house, roaming around freely.

He gets out of his trance and follows you quickly, taking your hand into his again.

»Yeah, I uh… I won‘t.« Dick mumbles back while glancing around the house once more before focusing on you.

It‘s quiet for a while before something seems to fall in the house. Probably next room. Dick gets in front of you, seeming tense as he carefully peeks around the corner and makes sure there isn‘t any danger for the both of you. However, you are not having any of it. Scoffing lightly, you nudge his arm a bit.

»C‘mon, it was probably just a wind.« Now Dick is a little annoyed and glances back to you.

»How can you say something like that? We‘re in a haunted house, remember? Haunted.«

He is really trying not to sound like a concerned parent, but you can still see and hear the hint of worry in his tone. Still, it‘s actually amusing to see him this riled up just because you‘re in a ‚haunted‘ house.

Eventually, he relaxes again but keeps his hand in yours. The room that you heard the thud coming from was just a normal bedroom. Judging by the pale pink curtains and dirty, pastel pink sheets, it probably belonged to the young girl in one of the pictures you saw earlier. With no fear, you stride in quietly and just take a look around, picking up some small things to examine them further. Dick does the same, but not without glancing over to you frequently; ‚just to make sure you‘re alright‘.

And that‘s definitely why he didn‘t jump up when another thud was heard from the room you came from. It didn‘t make things any better that the sun was almost completely down by now, making it dim inside. Naturally, Dick reached for you hand and continued to look around the house like this together.

He was more alert than normally, probably because he didn‘t want anything to happen to you. And probably because he was slightly paranoid now. Some ravens are yelling nonsense outside as he tries his best it just get along.

But it doesn‘t help, it‘s way too many coincidences at the same time.

»Are we sure we took a harmless haunted house? This doesn‘t seem like it...«

He mutters to you, but it only makes you more amused.

»Yeah, we would be dead by now if it wasn‘t. Trust me, supernatural has thought me that much.«

The casual shrug you give him is only making him a more paranoid. It might seem like you know much about paranormal stuff, but he has watched too many horror movies in the past few days to just be relaxed about it. There‘s always some person who says nothing will happen, and then the worst thing happens after all.

Not that he would say that to you.

»Right, yeah… anything else they thaught you? Like, being more cautious?«

You didn‘t even have time to answer before the window of the kitchen suddenly opens up, blowing fresh breeze inside.

He shreeks and wraps his arms around you in a death grip, way more surprised than you.

»See? I told you it was a bad idea!«

»It was your idea!« You argue back and huff out lightly at him. His hug is almost squishing you together at this point and it actually feels a it suffocating.

»Could you… let go?« Dick doesn‘t get what you mean until he looks down at you, letting go with a sheepish expression.

»Right, sorry...« Intertwining your fingers with his, he makes his way to the exit, having to drag you out.

»Wait, what are you doing? Are we leaving already?« You ask rather confused and in disbelief, looking back to take in the house again.

»No, we‘re just going home. This place is weird.« Dick answers back less amused and gets out of the old house finally, pausing once he sees a black cat cross the damn street in front of you.

»Seriously? It was just getting fun...«

You mumble back which makes him snap back into reality. He shakes his head briefly before walking out, leaving the small property.

»You thought this was fun? Well… it… it was fun but ot fun like an amusement park, you know? How about we go there next?«

You stay quiet for a small moment, just studying him before you just accpet it. He seems a bit spooked, so why not?

»I won‘t mind, sure«

He finally smiles more easily at you, his arm going around your shoulders to let you stay close. After that quick trip to the haunted house, you arrive at the amusement and play a few games, you went to a ride together and ended the night with two slushies. All in all, it was pretty fun for both of you. N matter how hard Dick held onto your hand before that, it was entertaining.

a/n: hope you enjoyed this! i'll try to make the other parts more intersting and fluffy, i'm actually very excited to be part of this small challenge!! let's see how i'll hold up though >"<

added note: i won't continue with this series, as mentioned before, this is not my original idea.

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[sur-i-ki]

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘺𝘰 𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Authors note: it's October. Don't read this if you're a minor.

Shoyo has always had this habit. He'll keep going after something until he gets it. One more game. One more round. One more date.

One more time.

It drives you insane, in the best way possible. During his time away, it was always 'One more call.' or 'One more hour.' He was insatiable. Always being the supportive partner, you'd give in, but not too much. Never too much. Of course, that didn't last when he came back.

Before Shoyo left, he was timid. Not in the sense that he was shy with you, but more in the sense he didn't know what the fuck he was doing. His words. Although, that does not apply to him anymore, in any way, shape, or form. He'd grown into his body, and grown into more as a whole and it stole your breath at the airport.

Literally.

One moment he was at the end of the terminal and next thing you know, his lips were on you and his hands were gripping your waist. Shoyo's presence took your breath away. As the greetings came and went that day, you didn't leave his side. He wouldn't let you.

A hand on your lower back, or holding yours. But he'd become possessive in touch, ever so slightly. You couldn't help but think he was behaving like he hadn't played a game in a long time. He'd finally found a ball, an arena. His hand brushed your nape and fiddled with your hair. He stole kisses every chance he could.

One more time.

What you hadn't expected was what would happen the minute you locked your door that night. When you turned your unsuspecting back to poor Shoyo, the man just couldn't help himself.

Look at you. Finer, prettier, and his. Just as the tell-tale sound of the deadbolt sliding into place sounded, your hair was over your shoulder and his mouth was on your neck. His name came out as a strangled gasp, and you couldn't believe it. This cannot be the Shoyo who gave you timid kisses on your cheek and had shy, albeit clumsy sex with you.

There was something about him, something had changed, because you were already hyperaware of him after such a long time, and this was just, insane. Rapidly losing any semblance of higher-functioning thinking, you whip around in your man's arms. You just had to see him, had to confirm that this was your Shoyo and not some, some imposter!

And the look in his eyes could only be described as hungry love. it was the look he got on the court when he was in his flow.

"Sh-shoyo?"

Your back was up against the wall, his hands resting on your hips. His eyes looked into yours, then fell to your lips. Maybe it was a little mean of you, but you can't help but bite your lips, looking up at him. He gives a little smirk before he kisses you again, but it's heated this time, with an edge that wasn't there before.

Soon, you're on your bed as he all but throws on you it, lifting his arms up and shedding his shirt somewhere on your floor. Not that you cared in particular where it landed, because the scene in front of you was much more interesting. Shoyo was more muscle now, and you'd felt it but seeing it was different. You automatically shuffle a bit, and he tracks the movement before his mouth is leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck and his hands are moving on your chest.

"Shoyo-!"

His face is still buried in the crook of your neck when he speaks, his voice vibrating through you.

"Just, missed ya' so bad, pretty."

And who can argue with that logic?

Not you, if the state of you was any indication. He’d done something, and next thing you know your legs are now on his shoulders, which are so much more wider, and his head in between them, and sweet heavens, this man was gonna ruin you.

Your hands were in his hair or gripping the sheets, and you’re pretty sure that you are being the opposite of shy at this moment, with the sounds Shoyo’s tongue keeps pulling out. You’re so close to your high, and his hands are curved around your legs holding you in place. You feel as if you are going to shatter.

“Come on,” his voice reverberates through you, and you glance down at him. His eyes are already on your face though, and you don’t break eye contact until his does this long swipe with his tongue and you are done for. Snapping your eyes shut you cry his name as he works you through your orgasm.

You know you’re panting hard, but his fingers are fiddling with you now and you know you won’t walk tomorrow when he smirks up at you and says,

“One more time.”

And you can’t say no. You never have. Who says you’ll say it now?

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

[hotluncheddie]

For @steddie-spooktober day 1 prompt : rain

rating: G | cw: none | tags: autistic eddie munson, sensory seeking

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Eddie once told steve that he loved to wait for the first big rain of the fall.

Not just the first rainy day. But the first Big Rain. Where it rained for a couple of days, really soaked in deep, made everything muddy and sodden and damp to its core. If there was a flash of lightning and thunder that was even better.

Steve didn’t get it. He hated being wet and knew how much Eddie hated being cold. But he liked to hear about it just the same.

And liked it even more, the first time he got to see it.

Steve was on the sofa of the new Munson trailer, relaxing away the tension headache that had started building over his shift. Happy listening to Eddie pluck away at his acoustic. He’s been blinking sleepily and watching where Eddie sits cross legged on the floor, rocking gently side to side as he plays, his hair swinging and brushing his cheeks to the melody.

The sound of the rain was a steady beat for Eddie to play too, the beating of it on the roof reminded Steve of camping as a kid, before his dad moved up the company and didn’t have time for weekend trips or watching his son grow up.

And then the rain slows, putters out into a barely there thing, pulling Steve from him memory.

And it’s then, that Eddie comes alive.

He gasps softly, standing and leaning his guitar against the recliner, peaking behind the curtains.

And then he’s heading for the front door, leaving it open so Steve can just see him through the mesh of the screen, the chilly autumn air making his toes curl up in his socks.

Steve stands from the sofa slowly, watching as Eddie takes his socks off one by one, balling them up and dropping them on the dry of the little wooden porch.

Steve makes it through to the other side of the screen just as Eddie reaches the bottom most step, toes pale and feet bony in the misty bluish light of the grey clouded sky.

Steve had almost mustered the courage to say something, maybe reach out and brush his fingers against Eddie’s shoulder to break the moment, when Eddie jumps.

Jumps and lands square in the middle of a patch of mud, thick and brown and gooey with clogged up rainwater.

Steve freezes.

Eddie lifts his shoulders up to his ears, fists clenched and back ridged.

He squeals.

Steve’s never heard him make that noise before.

Eddie’s toes are wriggling in the mud, squishing and squelching it under his feet. He turns around slowly, arms swaying up and down, shoulders still clamped up by his ears.

His smile is blinding.

‘Good?’ Steve asks.

Eddie nods, eyes twinkling. ‘Big rain.’ He supplies.

Steve smiles back.

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I’m treating this very low stakes and want to keep everything short. Idk if I’ll do every day but I might try - so sorry if it gets annoying lmk if u don’t want to be tagged :)

Tag list: @scoops-aboy86 @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @marvel-ous-m

@thecatkingsthrone @chickensinrainboots @cheesedoctor

[creative-frequency]

DAY 3: Alhaitham (Genshin Impact) x Reader: 25. “You know I love you, right?”

“You know I love you, right?”

Alhaitham, the Scribe of the Akademiya, lifted his gaze from the book on his lap. An ankle resting over his knee, he was the picture of relaxation in the quiet of Razan Garden.

He took a glance around the perimeter and your eyes narrowed at the motion. Alhaitham was not comfortable with public displays of affection, especially so since your updated dating status was not even two days old. How the man could be so emotionally detached in public and caring in privacy, you couldn’t understand. It was bordering on split personality.

At least there was no one around the garden to cause him an aneurysm because of your unexpected, very public confession. This time.

“Is there a point to this factual assessment?” Alhaitham replied with a question, as was infuriatingly often his style.

You meandered closer and continued: “It was a pre-emptive counter-argument because I’m about to berate you for skipping the Rtawahist study material acquisition meeting.”

Alhaitham huffed, shrugged nonchalantly and closed the book. His arms raised to welcome you closer and you settled to stand between his knees, heart rate climbing irrationally high. He peered up to your face from under his bangs and placed his hands to your hips. The touch was so gentle but possessive it made your stomach jolt in excitement.

Your dedication was just about to reach the breaking point.

“A-as I was saying. You can’t just skip these meetings. Your–”

Alhaitham leaned his forehead to your chest and you completely lost the thought.

Your fingers weaved into his soft, grey hair. Why were you mad at him again?

“I needed a break,” he said quietly.

You huffed in defeat and hugged him closer.

“Come. Let’s take the afternoon off.”

[lucianhuntress]

Neuvillette x Reader: 31. “Everyone wanted to give up on me, except you.”

Another bonus drabble that was not on the original list. @vizell was so disappointed by the lack of Neuvilette, so here you go. Oh and it's a merman AU. 😌

For months you had been returning to that same shore you met him for the first time— when you couldn't believe your eyes when you saw a half man, half fish sitting on a small rock in the light rain. 

It might have been the saddest sight in your life, but also the most beautiful. He noticed you, his long white hair flowing unnaturally behind his back like it wasn’t affected by rain, his lips parted in surprise like he had never seen anyone like you before.

He was wary of you; most explorers coming to these same shores often had bad intentions, but you were hunting a legend: the sunken city of Fontaine. Gold and riches didn’t bring you upon those shores, but a mystery that needed to be solved.

Just a day before you were supposed to return home empty handed had you stumbled upon him. Unfortunately there was no way for you to get funding without capturing the silvery haired merman, but every inch in your body screamed against such thought. You talked to him that day, learning that you didn't even want to share about his existence to the rest of the world; no funding would be worth his suffering.

After months of coming and going, you returned one last time. Neuvillette was already waiting for you, sitting in the shallow waters, ready to help you below sea level as you possibly couldn't enjoy the dive without any equipment and without any funding you couldn't afford the said diving equipment.

“It is good to see you again,” he murmured softly, sending butterflies flying inside of you with that sad smile of his, “I trust your fellow humans didn't give you this… funding.”

You plop down to your knees in front of him, cold waves of sea water rising to tickle your legs. Even when you didn't have any money to actually research the sunken Fontaine, you would give up everything as you were completely enamored by him. Neuvilette had been distrusting in the beginning, but slowly he had begun trusting you and eventually he dreaded being away from you.

“I'm happy that you're actually waiting for me here every time.” You told him shyly, averting your eyes off his bare upper body. He sometimes wore kelps or seaweed— said they were given by the Melusines he often visited when he had the time.

“Why wouldn't I wait?” He asked, taking your hand into his, while he sat in the shallow tide in front of you, “you have brought sun into my rain.”

Neuvillette was always so honest and that made your heart race wildly, “Neuvillette— everyone wanted to give up on me, except you.” Your words left you breathless. He always believed in you.

He softly tugged your hand and you gave in, slowly drifting deeper and deeper into the water but he never let go, even when some survival instinct of yours screamed as the cold water embraced you and how the loss of sand beneath your feet became real.

“Are you ready?” He asked politely like he did every time. You had been to the sunken city of Fontaine so many times, yet something always kept you on your toes. You felt his scaly lower body brushing against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you still.

“Take me home,” you whispered shakily, avoiding water ending up in your lungs. It was a decision you made a while ago; you had no reason to stay above the sea. And so, he took you underwater, diving swiftly to your new home, holding you tight and afraid of letting go as the dark sea would devour you without him.

[grapejuicenharry]

Angel (part 2)

In which Harry and Y/N go on their first date- as a couple. (3k words)

warnings: smut 18+, fingering, fluff, kissing, soft h

Part 3

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆ . ✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶. ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶ ⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

Harry had been thinking a lot. Ever since he and Y/N made it official, he’s been meaning to take her on a real date—their first date as boyfriend and girlfriend. These last few days had been a whirlwind for Harry. That night when they made their relationship official still felt surreal to him.

Y/N was coming over to his apartment today to hang out and have dinner together. They had planned to watch The Notebook since it was both his and Y/N’s favorite film, and eat the Chinese takeout that Harry had ordered. This had been their routine for the past few days—hanging out every day after college at each other's places, ordering takeout or cooking together, simply enjoying each other's company, sleeping next to one another, and soaking in the bliss of their relationship.

༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” Harry suddenly blurts. They were both sitting on couch while the movie was playing, Y/N was too engrossed in the film, while shoving popcorn in her mouth, legs resting on harry’s lap when she hears him. It took her few seconds to register what he was saying. "I want to take you on a real date. Since we’re already dating, I thought we should," he adds nervously, fidgeting with his glasses.

Y/N couldn’t help but grin. He looked so adorable, fidgeting with his glasses while asking her. Truthfully, she never minded that they hadn't gone on official dates—spending every moment together already felt like dating. But now that Harry was asking, excitement bubbled up inside her. "Yes, of course, I will!" she replies, jumping onto his lap. Harry beams, clearly pleased by her enthusiasm. 

She wraps her arms around him while settling into his lap, the movie playing softly in the background. “So, where are you taking me? Are we going to the Chili’s near campus?” Y/N asks excitedly.

“No, we’re not going there since we eat there almost every day,” Harry replies with a laugh. Y/N was adorable; she really thought Harry would take her to the same place they usually go after college. “But I can’t tell you—it’s a surprise.”

Y/N pouts playfully, trying to coax out more information. “Come on, just a hint?”

Harry shakes his head, grinning. “Nope, that would ruin the fun. You’ll just have to trust me.”

She rolls her eyes dramatically but can’t hide her smile. “Okay, fine. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see. But it better be good!”

Harry chuckles, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I promise, it’ll be worth it. Just enjoy the movie for now.”

As they settle in, Y/N feels a mix of curiosity and excitement, wondering what surprise Harry has planned.

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Harry had organized a picnic date in the fields, knowing how much Y/N adored picnics. She had mentioned several times how she loved nature, surrounded by fresh flowers, sitting on the grass, and enjoying the sun. He packed a basket with her favorite snacks, including sandwiches, various fruits, candies, chocolates, and a cooler filled with juice and sparkling water. He even picked a bouquet of wildflowers to give to Y/N. 

Y/N was thrilled. She had been eagerly anticipating this day, even finishing all her assignments yesterday so she and Harry could enjoy the weekend together. Dressed in a baby pink sundress as Harry requested, her hair tied back with a white bow, and pink heels adorning her feet, she felt giddy with excitement. A mix of nerves and anticipation swirled in her belly, especially since Harry refused to reveal their date destination. She had tried every trick in the book to get him to spill, but he didn’t budge. 

She looks at herself for the last time in the mirror and hears her doorbell ring. She furrows her brows while wondering who is it. Harry never rings the bell to come in her apartment, She hurriedly opens the door to find the man of her dreams standing there, Harry

Harry stood there, dressed in a light pink silk shirt that matched hers, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing the tattoos on his arms. His glasses framing his perfectly handsome face, while his messy curls looked like he’d run his hands through them one too many times. In his hands, he held a small bouquet of wildflowers.

“Hi,” he finally managed, his voice soft as he cleared his throat, his eyes darting nervously to her and then away. Y/N looked breathtaking, and he couldn’t help but fumble his words. “You look so beautiful, Y/N,” Harry mumbled, barely above a whisper, his cheeks pink as he stared at her, completely in awe.

“Thank you,” Y/N replied, her own cheeks flushing. Harry always had that effect on her. Her eyes fell to the flowers in his hands. “Are those for me?” she asked, smiling.

“Yeah… I, um, I picked them because I know you like them,” he said shyly, extending the bouquet, his hands shaking slightly as he offered them to her.

“They’re so pretty, and they smell amazing. Thank you,” she said sweetly before rising on her toes to kiss him softly. Her lip gloss left a faint shimmer on his lips, and though Harry’s face flushed even more, he secretly loved it.

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The ride to the field was quiet, but in that comfortable, intimate way they both loved. The windows were slightly down, letting the cool breeze filter through the car as they drove. Soft music filled the space-Harry had made a playlist just for her, full of her favorite songs, and Y/N couldn't help but smile every time she recognized another one.

His hand rested gently on her thigh, his thumb rubbing slow, lazy circles over her skin, sending little shivers up her spine. While she played with his rings on his fingers. She felt the warmth of his touch, the way his fingers absentmindedly traced patterns, and it was enough to make her heart race.

She still had no idea where they were going. The road seemed endless, stretching out into the countryside, and the mystery was starting to get to her.

She glanced over at Harry, whose eyes were focused on the road, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips when he realized she was staring at him. He knew what she was about to ask. 

"Where are we going, Harry?" she asked for the third time in the past thirty minutes, curiosity lacing her voice. 

Harry playfully threw his head back and groaned, glancing at her, his smile getting wider. "Just a few more minutes, love," he murmured, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze. "I promise, you'll like it."

Her stomach fluttered with anticipation as the scenery around them began to change.

She looked out at the endless fields of sunflowers, bright and cheerful. Different types of flowers swayed gently in the breeze, making it feel like they had stepped into a whole new world. Trees surrounded them, their leaves rustling softly in the wind.

As the sweet smell of fresh flowers floated in through the window, Y/N closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling refreshed. Harry noticed her reaction and rolled the window down further so she could see everything better. The wind rushed in, tossing her hair around her face.

She turned to Harry, who wore a huge grin, his own hair flying in all directions. In that moment, everything felt perfect. They were lost in this beautiful scene, and nothing else seemed to matter.

“Cmon let’s get out” he mutters. Y/N excitedly fumbled with her seat belt, While harry opened the door for her, extending his arm. She immediately took and hopped out. 

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“This is beautiful, Harry. I’ve never been to a place like this,” Y/N said, stopping mid-step to face him as they walked through the field. Their hands were intertwined, swaying gently in the breeze, with flowers tangled in both of their hair.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” she added softly, wrapping her arms around his neck before kissing him deeply. “This is the best date ever,” she whispered between their kisses.

Harry chuckled, pressing his forehead against hers. “There’s more, baby,” he murmured, a playful glint in his eyes. Y/N furrowed her brows, curious, but before she could ask, Harry gently pulled her toward the back of his car. Her eyes widened in surprise as he revealed the assortment of things he had packed.

She gaped at the sight of the picnic mat, snacks, cooler, sandwiches and candies. Her heart swelled as she watched him, his thoughtfulness making the moment even more special.

YIN stood there, watching in awe as Harry finished setting everything up. He spread out the soft picnic mat under the tree's shade, its branches swaying gently overhead. Se couldn't help but smile at the sight of the cooler filled with her favorite drinks and the pile of candies they both loved. Everything felt so perfectly thought out, so them.

"You really outdid yourself," she said, still smiling as she sat down on the mat, pulling him down beside her. Harry gave a shy smile, rubbing the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed but proud.

"I just wanted it to be special," he said softly, his gaze meeting hers, full of warmth.

"It is. More than I could have imagined," she replied, reaching for his hand, their fingers naturally lacing together again.

She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, making him blush slightly.

They sat there for a moment, munching on the snacks he had packed, taking in the serenity of the field around them, talking about mindless things, laughing at Harry’s jokes, the air filled with the sound of rustling leaves and giggles. The warmth of the sun peeked through the trees, casting a golden light on everything, making it all feel magical. 

Harry laughed, looking down at Y/N, who was lying on his lap, munching on a strawberry. “So, now that we’re officially on a date, does this mean you’ll finally stop stealing my hoodies?” he asked.

Y/N grinned up at him. “Absolutely not. Whether we’re dating or not, those hoodies are mine.” She loved wearing Harry’s hoodies. They were so soft and comfortable, like being wrapped in a hug from him. Plus, the lingering scent of his cologne always made her feel at ease. It was comforting in a way that felt like home—safe, familiar, and somehow made her sleep better every time she wore them. But she was too embarrassed to admit that to him. 

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “Great. So I’m never getting them back?”

“You could just leave one at my place. Make it official—‘Harry’s Hoodie Collection.’” She was teasing him at this point. 

“Oh, so it’s like that? A whole collection huh?” Harry smirked, running his tongue along his front teeth.

“You know it. And I’m definitely taking your favorite next,” She giggled, pulling playfully at his cheeks.

“You’re evil,” Harry said, nudging her hand away, trying to hide the blush that crept up, knowing how much he secretly loved seeing her in his clothes.

The sun shone warmly above them as Harry and Y/N lay back on the soft mat. The sky was a clear blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds drifting lazily. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees and made the wildflowers sway. 

The air was filled with the sweet scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers. Birds chirped softly in the distance, adding to the peaceful atmosphere. 

Y/N took a deep breath, her curiosity getting the best of her. “Okay, serious question… when did you start seeing me as more than just a friend?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

Harry opened his eyes and turned to face her, chuckling as he gently released her lip from her teeth. “Honestly? I think I liked you from day one,” he admitted, his voice quiet. “But I was a little scared to say anything back then. Our friendship was so important, and I didn’t want to mess it up.”

He looked up at her, his expression softening. “But as we got closer, it got harder to ignore. I started missing you more when we weren’t together. I always loved hanging out with you as a friend, but then… I started wanting more than that, and that’s when I knew it was more than just friendship.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at his confession, a smile tugging at her lips. “I felt the same way,” she whispered. “At first, it was just little things—like how you always made me feel safe or how easy it was to talk to you. But then those feelings started growing, and I couldn’t ignore them anymore.”

Harry's grin widened at her words as he leaned in to kiss her gently. Y/N grabbed his jaw, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in his curls while the other hand rested on his jaw. He shifted, positioning himself on top of her, taking her bottom lip in his mouth and sucking it softly.

The kiss quickly grew heated, both of them eagerly longing for this moment.

Y/N had wanted to kiss him the instant she saw how much effort he had put into planning this picnic, how considerate he was being. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it, causing Harry to moan softly in response. Their kiss became a delicious mess of tongues, both panting and trying to catch their breath, their foreheads touching.

Harry began trailing kisses her jaw, his lips finding the sensitive spot on her neck. He gently sucked at her skin, eliciting a soft gasp from Y/N as she instinctively arched her back, giving him more access. His hand gravitated to her thighs as he hiked her dress up, trailing his fingers higher. Y/N parted her legs in response, her breath quickening as his fingers brushed the edge of her panties. Restless with desire, she wanted his fingers closer to where she craved them. She grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in, their lips crashing together. A soft moan escaped her as she felt his fingers pressing against her clit, making her gasp at the pleasure.

Harry began rubbing his finger in tight circles over her clothed clit, feeling her panties grow increasingly damp beneath his touch. Each movement made her wetter, as she lost herself in the sensation as he worked his fingers expertly. 

“More,” Y/N whimpered softly into his mouth, her eyes tightly shut in pleasure, a strand of hair sticking to her forehead as she got lost in the delightful sensations.

“Can I take this off, baby?” Harry whispered gently, tapping two fingers on her panties. Y/N nodded vigorously, unable to form a coherent response in the moment. She lifted her back slightly, making it easier for him to pull down her panties. A gasp escaped her lips as the cool air hit her bare center.

Harry began to rub around her clit, gathering her wetness before inserting a finger inside her. She moaned loudly in response, his finger pumping in and out while his thumb moved in tight circles on her clit, leaving her mind hazy with pleasure. His other hand slipped to her chest, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipple.

“Open your eyes, look at me,” Harry commanded. She obeyed, her gaze meeting his, which was nearly completely black with lust, devoid of any trace of green.

“Are you close?” he muttered, kissing the side of her lips, slick with her saliva. Y/N nodded shyly. Harry added another finger, pumping them fiercely while his other hand gently pulled down the neck of her dress, revealing her breast. Her nipples perking as the cool breeze hit them. He kissed her areola before taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking and kissing it softly. 

As if he couldn’t get enough, Harry leaned down to her breasts, sucking and softly biting a patch of skin, leaving a hickey behind. Y/N whimpers and moans in response, her hands tangled in his hair, tugging at them slightly, her legs wrapped around him.

The sensations became overwhelming for her, tears streaming down her cheeks in pure bliss. Her moans grew louder as the pressure in her belly reached its peak, her orgasm crashing over her like waves, making her cum.

Harry slowly withdrew his fingers, careful not to hurt her as she was still sensitive. She whimpered at the loss, watching in surprise as he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her. "You taste amazing, baby," he said before leaning down to kiss her, making her taste herself.

Her body felt limp, muscles relaxing and breath evening out. She didn't realize her eyes were drooping until she noticed Harry gently lifting her dress and cleaning her inner thigh with a wet tissue.

He gently scooped sleepy Y/N into his arms, carrying her to his car. He settled her in the seat, adjusting it slightly to make her more comfortable, and buckled her seatbelt. She noticed that he had cleared everything except for the mat and pillow she had been lying on. “Just a moment, baby, I’ll be right back,” Harry said, giving her a soft peck before folding the mat and placing the pillow in the trunk of his car.

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The sun was almost set now, hiding behind the array of clouds in the sky. The pink and purple hues of evening began to appear, the air growing chilly as the melody of birds started to slowly fade in the distance. 

As they drove, Harry glanced over at Y/N, who was already looking at him with a sleepy smile.

“What?” Harry asked with a soft smile, growing nervous under her stare.

“I really enjoyed today; it all felt like a dream,” Y/N whispered, taking his hand and kissing the back of it.

“Did you like the picnic?” he asked, his voice soft.

A dreamy smile appeared on her lips. “I loved the picnic; it was the best date ever.”

Harry grinned, his heart swelling at her words. “I’m glad. I just wanted to make it special for you.” Harry had spent countless days planning for this picnic to be perfect; he had never organized a date before, but he wanted to make it special for Y/N. He nearly drove himself mad in his efforts to get everything just right.

“It was special, Harry. I loved every bit of it,” she replied, her voice a gentle whisper.

“I love you, you know that?” he said, glancing at her briefly before focusing on the road.

“I love you too,” Y/N smiled, letting her eyes finally drift shut as the soothing sounds of his voice and the gentle hum of the car lulled her into a light sleep. She felt safe and cherished.

[its-all-papaya]

For the landoscar word prompt: homesick

okay i'm sorry this one took 55 minutes and still like. doesn't rlly end. idk, i couldn't work it out, have some melancholy rambling ig....

It's snowed every winter Lando's been at university, and this is his fourth, so he really should be used to it. It's just. He'd had an exam in the morning that he'd spent all night cramming for, and it hadn't been snowing on his walk back. It had been cold - enough that he'd tugged on a hoodie before crawling back under his covers - but it hadn't been snowing when he'd set his alarm and started his nap.

It's snowing when he wakes up, though. Maybe there's something about opening his eyes and turning his face out from the pillow and seeing it first that way. The sun's about to set; maybe it's the way it glows in the last afternoon light. Whatever it is crawls under his ribs and sits there like a pill he's swallowed the wrong direction, aching every time he swallows and breathes. He's not even fully awake. The memories are half dream when he blinks out the window and sees the ghosts of his little sisters in puffy jackets and his mum calling them back to tug hats on each of them so their ears won't go too pink.

It doesn't even snow much in Bristol. It snows much more here.

The washer is running when Lando pads out into the living room and he hadn't started it himself, which means Oscar is home from his afternoon class. His bedroom door is closed, and Lando really shouldn't bother him, but his stomach is heavy like lead and it feels out-of-sorts in a way that only his mum's tea would fix. He's afraid if he crawls back into bed he might do something silly like cry about it, because it's past ten at home and his parents will be asleep and he's not even sure calling would fix it anyway.

"You can come in," Oscar calls when Lando finally does knock.

He's sat propped against his pillows in bed, paperback folded open on his knee and blinds drawn shut. Lando's fairly sure his lit class is the one Oscar's just come from, but it would be like him to do the homework immediately after.

"You okay?"

Lando realizes a minute late that he's just been standing. Just staring. He swallows around the oblong feeling and pulls his sweatshirt sleeves over his hands so Oscar won't see him worrying them.

"Yeah," he answers eventually, "Just. It's snowing."

Oscar smiles, says, "Is it?"

He can't reach the window from his bed, so Lando crosses the room for him and pulls the curtains back so he can see - so they both can.

It's snowed every winter they've been in university, and this is Oscar's fourth. He really should be used to it, but his smile is just as awed as Lando still remembers it being freshman year, when they were crowded together around their shared bedroom window, tucked in together over the weekend holiday all of their classmates had gone home for.

"Perfect reading weather, then," Oscar says, settling back against his pillows.

Lando should go. He should nurse the weird, sad feeling with a hot shower, or something, and not by bothering his roommate-and-something-more-too when he's trying to study.

"Can I sit with you?" he says instead.

Oscar smiles. His, "of course," comes out like there weren't even other answers he'd considered.

He's warm when Lando curls up at his side. He's still got the book propped open against his knee and he goes easily when Lando nudges up under his arm and props his cheek against the ball of Oscar's shoulder.

"What's your book about?" Lando asks.

"Um," Oscar lifts it to show Lando the cover like that'll help, that plonks it back down like he's realized it won't. "This orphan girl, bit of an outcast. It's like a coming-of-age thing, I think, I'm not too far into it."

His fingers trace absently along the strip of skin where Lando's hoodie has ridden up at his waist, and it makes Lando shiver.

"Will you read it to me?"

"Yeah. You might be a bit lost, though," Oscar thumbs through the pages he's already been through like an explanation.

Lando doesn't say he'd probably be lost even if he'd read those, too. That it's not about the story, really. He thinks Oscar probably knows.

"S'okay," he says.

"Okay." Oscar turns his head enough that his lips brush Lando's forehead. Lando can't tell if it's on purpose.

Oscar's got a nice voice. Lando thinks he could probably fall asleep to it, and he wonders if he'd wake up without the knot in his chest, whether the bittersweet fog over his thoughts would have lifted. Maybe the snow would have stopped by then, even, maybe it'd all be melted.

Lando yawns into Oscar's chest as he flips a page, and Oscar pauses for a second to turn his head again. This time, his lips press more firmly at outside corner of Lando's eye, where he knows he's still got a pillow crease working its way out after his nap.

"Snowy weather is a bit sleepy, innit?" Oscar says, softer than the tone he'd been using to read with, "Peaceful and stuff."

Lando looks back out the window, where it's gotten heavier - big, wet flakes that stick to the glass and leave trails when they slide slowly down towards the frame.

"I think I'll miss it if I move back home after graduation," Oscar continues, voice sounding a bit like Lando's insides feel. Lando doesn't want to think about it.

Oscar goes back to the book. His hand is warm on Lando's hip, voice warm in Lando's ears, and Lando wonders if someday, down the road, Oscar will wake up to snow showers and think of this moment.

from here

[springtyme]

𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 ♡

Emily Prentiss x BAU!Reader || Main masterlist || Spotify

summary: You and Emily takes a break from the case you're working on together.

word count: 875

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞: 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟓) 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞

The leaves crunched under the tires of the SUV as you drive down the winding road, the vibrant oranges and yellows of fall foliage creating a picturesque backdrop that contrasted with the weight of the case you were working on. It is one of those crisp autumn mornings where the air feels electric, vibrant leaves swirling like confetti in the wind, the windows rolled down and crisp autumn air is swirling through the car.

Emily sits in the passenger seat beside you, her focus directed at her notebook, scribbling down notes. Every once in a while, she will look up, scanning the tree line as if the answer to the case might materialize from the colorful landscape.

You can’t help but steal a glance at her, your heart fluttering. Something about her is just so captivating—the way she focuses with such intensity, the slight furrow in her brow as she brainstorms, and the way her dark hair falls around her face, framing her features in the golden morning light. It would probably all be easier if you weren’t colleagues, you wouldn’t feel as bad or as complicated about your attraction. 

The conversation had been light so far, but a lull has settled in the cabin of the car. When you had told the others that you would go for a little drive to clear your head and contemplate the next steps in the case, you hadn’t expected for Emily to ask if she could come. As you navigate the road, you think about what to say to bridge the silence.

“Hey, Em,” you finally break the quiet, keeping your voice casual. “A penny for your thoughts?”

She tilts her head slightly, pulling her focus from the notebook to meet your gaze. The sunlight catches in her dark hair, creating a halo effect that amplifies your stirring emotions. It takes a second for her to respond, her brow relaxing as she launches into her thoughts.

“I was just going over the timeline of the events,” she says, tapping her pen against the side of her notebook. “There’s still something off about the alibis we were given. I can’t shake the feeling that someone’s hiding something.”

She looks away, eyes drawn to the swirling leaves outside. “I just wish we could find a way to crack this, you know? It feels like we’re chasing shadows.” 

“Right, and there’s still so much we don’t know about our suspect.”

She nods, her eyes narrowing as she considers the situation. “I feel like we’ve overlooked something crucial. Maybe it’s in the way the incidents are connected? We should  try and see if we can get an overview over everything and see if we can find a common thread.”

You lean back in your seat, contemplating her words as you keep your eyes on the winding road ahead. Emily's passion for detail and her determination to solve the case only deepen your admiration for her. “A detailed overview is a good idea,” you reply, trying to channel your thoughts into a structured response.“Let’s map it out when we get back,” you suggest. “If we can visualize everything—the timeline, the suspects, the alibis���it might give us a clearer picture. 

You nod thoughtfully, but as you shift your gaze back toward the winding road, a sudden gust of wind sweeps through the open windows. The vibrant leaves from the trees dance gracefully into the air, swirling around the SUV like golden butterflies. As one particularly daring leaf flutters in through the window, it makes a delicate spin before settling on Emily’s notebook.

Startled, she looks down, her eyes widening in surprise before breaking into a radiant smile as she picks up the leaf up between her fingers. The light filters through it, revealing an intricate pattern of veins that almost resembles a work of art. 

You can’t help but grin at her delight. “Well, if that isn’t a sign of inspiration, I don’t know what is,” you joke lightly, grateful for the moment of levity amidst the weight of the case. 

Emily holds the leaf up to the sunlight, allowing its golden hues to shimmer in the light, her expression a mix of wonder and thoughtfulness. “Maybe it’s the universe telling us to take a break,” she suggests, her tone playful yet earnest. “I don’t know about you, but I could use some coffee and a pastry right about now,my treat.”

You chuckle, unable to suppress the warmth blooming in your chest at her offer. “I’m always down for coffee and pastries,” you respond, glancing at her with a playful smirk. “Especially when you’re the one treating.”

Emily laughs, a sound that mingles with the rustling leaves outside, bright and infectious. It feels good to share this lightness with her, especially in contrast to the heaviness of your work.

As you navigate the road that leads to the quaint little coffee shop you have in mind, the vibrant landscape outside only adds to the cozy atmosphere you’re creating in your head, intermingling with the scents of pine and damp earth that waft through the open windows. The trees close in, their leaves glowing under the sun, and for a moment, all the weight of the case seems to fade into the background.

[4e7her]

october writing prompt #26 - "choose me.”

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character: leona kingscholar, twst

contains: yandere themes, gn reader, reader is yuu

It wasn't uncommon for Leona to be someone's second choice.

He was used to it, really. He didn't mind it.

How could he, after so long of the same thing? He could only feel so much disappointment before it became the natural state of things, not being good enough. If this was his life, the fate that he was meant to suffer, he would get used to it. It was clear that none of his efforts would pull him out of second place by now.

But something about you had reignited the fire and the shame of losing.

All he wanted, all he needed, was to be your first choice. No one else's opinion mattered, if it was you. If he just heard it from you, if he could just see you choose him above all others - he would be able to live happily. Nothing would ever bring him down from that, he knew. He could feel it within the very fiber of his being.

You were the only one he needed approval from.

"...Why do you still hang around them?" Leona scoffed, the thrashing of his tail behind him betraying his upset. What need did you have for anyone else besides him? "Just find me if you need something. Don't bother with all those herbivores."

"I didn't want to bother you."

Sure, it was a reasonable response. One that might be expected, given who you were talking to - the second prince of the Afterglow Savannah, known for his distaste of extra work. Especially coming from someone in a position such as yourself, magicless and with no connections in this world.

"Tch, as if you could."

The lion roughly rested his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, practically into his side. His tail wrapped around your waist on instinct alone as he examined you, like those that you had been around would've harmed you in some way.

"Stop messing with me. You need something, tell me. I'm all you need, so ignore those idiots and choose me."