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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆
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𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻
𝑴𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑪.𝑨𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑰
𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻:
the maze runner
harry potter
stranger things
house md
alchemy of souls(and other kdramas and movies)
stray kids, bts and other kpop groups(female as well)
marvel
vampire diaries
you
formula one, two, etc.
football
tennis, boxing and other sports(i just find random men and women to crush on)
minecraft youtubers
fnaf
just general some youtubers(such as sam and colby, coryxkenshin, etc.)
some celebrities, rappers, actors, etc.
i can't remember what else, that's the end so far.
info: after a mission where they barely make it out alive, a fight breaks out that ends up in their shared bed
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader
wc: 1k
tw: suggestive content
masterlist
You and Bucky are paired on a high-risk extraction mission that goes sideways. You saved a civilian last-minute, but it nearly cost you both your lives. The ride back to the safehouse was quiet, but the air felt tense, and both you and Bucky were waiting to snap at each other as soon as you got back. Bucky’s grip on the steering wheel had gone white-knuckled. His jaw hadn’t unclenched since extraction.
You arrive at a small, government-assigned safehouse–cold, wet, and furious.
The fight begins the moment the door slams shut. Yelling at each other for not being careful enough, letting the anger get control over them, or emotions.
Tension rises quickly—yelling, pacing, sharp words, body language full of frustration, and unspoken desire.
Accusations fly. He doesn’t trust you. You think he wants control like always. You felt more and more angry by the moment, so did he.
“You could’ve gotten me killed out there!” you yelled, ripping your soaked jacket off your shoulders.
Bucky ripped off his gloves, throwing them on the counter harshly “I saved your ass.”
“You’re reckless. Controlling. You don’t trust anyone but yourself—”
Bucky stepped in close, his voice rough “You think I don’t trust you? I notice everything you do. Every risk you take. Because you’re trying to prove something.”
“And what exactly do you think I’m trying to prove, Barnes?”
“That I’m not the only one who’s scared to feel something.” he said, and she stopped for a moment, silence flooding the safehouse for the first time since they got here, not an awkward silence, a comfortable one. The words hit like a bullet to the chest. You didn’t even realize you’d stopped yelling until your voice died out.
For a second, you both thought about turning the argument physical, maybe just to get the last of the adrenaline out. But something deeper in you both decided not to. The fight was no longer about what happened in the field.
It never was.
It was about the things neither of you dared to say aloud until now.
Beneath the anger, there were two more…feelings: fear, longing. Repressed feelings that burst through almost, but got hidden beneath the surface of the fight, despite you being close one to another as you yelled.
The worst thing is that the safehouse has one bed and a threadbare couch that’s seen better days clearly. It wasn't even functioning good enough for you to sit on it, especially not to lay on it, making it hard for you to even get close to the bed knowing you have to share it.
After the fight, silence sets in. The air is thick with heat—both emotional and physical.
You both clean up, tending to bruises and minor cuts that happened during the mission, in tense silence, you keep sparing glance at him, noticing he also kept sparing glances back while he thought you weren't looking.
Eventually, Bucky sits on the bed. You’re already there. Too exhausted to argue, neither of you moves.
Close proximity ignites everything.
Your shoulder brushes his. Your breath catches.
He finally says it: he’s been scared, not angry. You don’t hate him either. You’re terrified of feeling something real after every previous “relationship” ended badly.
“You don’t get to act like you’re the only one bleeding.” he said without looking at you.
“You don’t get to act like you care now.” you replied, the tone of your voice bitter.
Bucky turned completely to you, “You think I don’t? Every time you put yourself in danger, I can’t fucking breathe.” he said.
That shut you up. His voice was rough, but cracked at the end—like it hurt to admit, making you look at him. Nervous for the first time and speechless.
“Then stop pretending you hate me.” you whispered
“I never hated you. I wanted you so bad it scared the hell out of me.”
You turned to him slowly, your knees brushing. Your breath came faster. He didn’t blink.
Your heart pounded.
You didn’t say a word. You kissed him instead.
The first kiss was desperate. Clashing. Teeth and heat. Hands pulled at zippers, fingers pushed past fabric. You clawed at each other like the storm outside had nothing on what had been building between you for months. You gasped into his mouth when his hands found skin.
He kissed like he fought—intense, precise, overwhelming.
When his metal hand slid up your spine, you shivered. Not from the cold. From the way it steadied you and set you ablaze all at once.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, forehead pressed to yours.
“Don’t you dare,” you whispered back, already undoing his belt.
The rest happened in flashes.
Bodies tangled in the sheets. Moans swallowed by the rain. You pressed your hips to his and he groaned, head falling back as he gave in completely. His fingers bruised your waist before soothing the marks with kisses. He kissed you like he needed to memorize the shape of your mouth, your pulse, your breath.
Every push and pull burned. Your nails raked down his back as he drove into you slow and deep, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer and a curse all at once.
“You feel like fire,” he breathed into your neck, his voice raw.
Later—after the storm inside and out had settled—you lay on your side, facing him. The air smelled like sweat and skin and rain. His arm wrapped around you, metal plates cooling slowly against your back.
"You okay?” he asked softly, brushing your hair away from your eyes.
You nodded, then paused. “Are you?”
He smiled faintly—small, but real “Getting there.”
Your fingers found his arm, that arm. You traced the seam between metal and flesh gently.
You didn’t speak much after that.
There was no need.
The way he held you said everything.
The way your legs tangled under the blanket.
The way your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.
The way your heartbeat finally steadied, in time with his.
Outside, the storm finally began to fade.
Inside, you drifted into sleep—warm, safe, and no longer alone.
info: fake dating just to have fun, until it's becoming too real for it to be fake
pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader
fandom: formula one
wc: 1k
masterlist
Daniel and Y/n were almost arguing about the fake dating. It was the PRs idea as if to spice things up because he had an offseason. Y/n agreed only because they begged her to. She was currently a nervous wreck, ranting to Daniel how that idea was the most stupid idea she ever agreed to, while he just denied it, saying it's genius. He kept laughing at her, laughing harder as she looked at him even more wounded and angry.
“Relax, we’ve lied to the media before.” he said casually, shrugging.
“Not about dating each other!” she almost yelled.
“Exactly, this’ll be our best performance yet.” he said, and she just looked at him, biting the inside of her cheek as if not to curse at him, or cut off his tongue instead.
They spend the day like this: Daniel laughed at everything as she ranted angrily, saying “this ruined my mood” every now and then.
Eventually, they both start to joke around and flirt a little too naturally without noticing. There were moments when Y/n was hesitant to flirt back, as she was unsure, but then she realized she had to practice for the future. She gave in to the laughter, banter, and flirting a bit too easily, as if she wanted it.
They were sitting at the dining table, Y/ns hands moving as she expressed herself.
“Okay so we met over a spilled smoothie. Yours. Mango disaster.” she said, pointing at him.
Daniel grinned, “It was fate. You saved my pants. My dignity, not so much.” he made a face, and she almost let out a laugh.
“You had mango pulp in your hair for an hour.”
“And you still agreed to date me. Fake or not, that’s love.” he smirked, making her roll her eyes with a smile.
later that day
They're caught coming out of a fancy restaurant after dinner, laughing like idiots in love. Paparazzi taking pictures and ready to upload them to spread them around.
He opened the car door for her, their hands brushing accidentally. They heard the clicks of cameras and flashes almost blinding them. The photographers took pictures every second, in hope to take the best picture to post and talk about in an article.
“You okay?” he asked her as they sat in the car, turning his head to her.
“Yeah, why wouldn't I?”
“I don't know, maybe the flashes bother you or the paparazzi, just wanted to make sure you're okay” he shrugged.
“sweet of you” she chuckled, putting on her seatbelt and her purse in her lap.
The internet freaks out over how romantic and electrical it felt even through the screen, not knowing it was all fake. According to Y/n.
“You realize you’re too good at this fake girlfriend thing, right?” he said as he started the engine, the paparazzi stopped taking photos as the car windows were tinted thankfully.
Y/n looked out the window. “Practice makes perfect.”
“We’ve been practicing since Australia.” he said, almost sounding sad.
Silence struck between them as he drove to the hotel they were staying at.
“Feels like the real thing sometimes.” he added quietly, almost too quietly, but she heard it. She swallowed nervously, too scared to say anything, trying to ignore how that made her heart skip a beat.
They got to the hotel, entering their room only to see one bed, she let out a chuckle, which she rarely did and Daniel smiled, looking down at her.
“If you keep looking at me like that, you'll have to marry me just to sell the story” she said, smirking as she looked back at him. He laughed for a moment, before smirking and moving closer to her,
He stood beside her, taking her suitcase from her hand gently along with his, to sort it somewhere. They got ready for bed and laid down, turning off the lights.
“Don’t hog the blanket.” Y/n muttered a few minutes later, tugging on the blanket.
“Come steal it then, coward.”
She let out a groan, trying to tug it harder, gasping as he tugged her against him. She widened her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her, stiffening for a moment before relaxing as it felt warm, and comfy.
“You smell like strawberries.” he whispered half-asleep.
“Shut up and sleep”.
“Turn toward me, pretty please m'lady” he whispered, his breath lightly fanning against her ear. She took a deep breath, turning around, her face close to his.
He’s watching her in a way that doesn't look fake, making her feel nervous and looking at him without speaking as if she was having an inner battle.
“You know what I realized tonight? I didn’t fake a single second of being into you.” he said quietly, admitting.
Y/ns breath hitched, blush rising to her cheeks which she hated. It meant he had an influence on her, it meant she liked him admitting he didn't fake it, she realized they weren't faking it at all, not even at the start.
She moved closer, her nose touching his.
“I'm glad” she whispered.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked her quietly, she could feel how he was looking at her sincerely, waiting for the answer patiently. She nodded, and he leaned in, kissing her.
Slow. Uncertain. Then real. Warmth and relief, not fireworks but fire slowly catching and bringing them the comfort they needed.
When they finally part, their foreheads lean one against the other.
“So… what now?” she asked
“Now I get to call you my girlfriend and mean it.” he grinned. Even though it was dark in the room, she knew he was grinning like an idiot. He pulled her closer to him, putting his chin on her head and his arm wrapping around her back and waist, resting heavily on her. She just hummed, dozing off already.
yayyy, the next one im uploading is bucky barnes, and then I'll find some new people <3
info: Mike comes to you after a horrible shift at Freddy's
pairing: mike schmidt x fem!reader
fandom: fnaf
wc: 900
masterlist
You were sitting half asleep, deep into reading the book on your lap when loud knocks interrupted the peace and quietness of your tiny apartment. You jolt upright, the book slipping off your lap, long forgotten.
You hesitantly stood up, the knocks not stopping as you walked over to the door, peeking through the loophole and gasping as it was Mike, hurt.
You quickly opened the door, looking at him with wide eyes full of fear and concern. He was soaked from the rain pouring outside, blood running from a cut at his temple.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” he whispers, not quite meeting your gaze.
Your chest tightens. “Jesus—Mike. What happened?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Just stares past you, breathing hard like he ran here.
“Come in. Sit,” you said quickly. “Let me—”
You reach out, but he flinches. You freeze, hands staying in the air between you two, before putting them back down, nodding.
“Okay,” you murmur. “No touching. Just talk to me.”
He steps in like he’s sleepwalking, dropping onto your couch. He presses his fists into his jeans, knuckles white as he tried to calm himself down from the events that happened minutes ago.
“They moved,” he says hesitantly, looking at the floor. “The things inside. They weren’t just... animatronics.
His voice breaks.
You kneel in front of him, your heart thudding painfully in your chest. You’re close now—close enough to see the way his jaw trembles, how the shadows under his eyes look carved in. You always had a bad feeling about that place, and the animatronics.
“You’re not alone anymore,” you whisper. “Whatever this is... we’ll face it. Together.”
His eyes flick to yours. And stay.
Nervous eyes meet calm ones—like a storm colliding with a quiet sky. And somehow, in that fragile space between chaos and quiet, they began to dissolve into something softer.
You look away first, fingers fumbling for the first-aid kit. “Hold still,” you say softly, dabbing the blood from his temple. “You really know how to make an entrance.”
That earns the ghost of a smile. But it fades too quickly.
“I keep screwing things up,” he mutters. “With Abby. With everything.”
You glance up. “You’re doing the best you can, it won't always be as you or Abby want. But what matters the most is that you never give up or stop trying to make everything better.” you said, you voice gentle and careful as if not wanting to say something unmeaningful.
His gaze lingers on your face a moment too long. “You always say the right thing.”
“I try to.”
There’s something about the silence that follows—just... vulnerable. Fragile.
“I don’t deserve to be saved,” he says, voice lower now. Almost like he’s confessing.
You steady your hands, finishing the bandage. “Then lucky for you, I’m stubborn and don't care what you have to say about being saved.”
He chuckles, but it’s soft and tired. “That’s what I like about you.”
Your hands freeze on his skin. He notices—of course he does—but doesn’t take it back. Doesn’t look away. For the first time ever, since you two met, he doesn't look away.
You meet his eyes, the space between you crackling with something unspoken. And it would take just one lean forward to either make it better or worse. A lump in your throat formed, making you swallow hard and think about what to do, if you should just lean in...
Despite your mind protesting, you pull back slowly, hands in your lap.
“You don’t have to protect the world alone anymore,” you say. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Mike looks at you like he wants to believe it. Like maybe he already does.
And this time, when your fingers brush his—he doesn’t flinch.
Silence settles again, but this time it feels warmer. Safer.
After a minute, he shifts, head tipping slightly, then slowly, carefully—he lets it rest against your shoulder.
Your breath catches. You don’t dare move.
“I’m so tired,” he murmurs.
You swallow the lump in your throat. “I know.”
“I feel like... every time I get up, something pulls me back under.”
You turn just slightly, resting your cheek against his hair. “Then lean on me. Just for a bit.”
His fingers twitch where they rest beside yours. Then he takes your hand.
No hesitation.
You close your eyes, feeling the way his body softens—still tense in places, but no longer holding back.
Minutes pass. His breathing evens out. He’s asleep.
And yet... you stay like that. Not because you have to, but because it feels like maybe—for the first time in a long time—he knows he’s safe.
Later, he stirs—just barely awake. His head lifts from your shoulder, eyes hazy in the glow of your lamp.
“I should go,” he whispers, but doesn’t move.
“You don’t have to,” you whisper back.
His gaze lingers on your lips for a second too long.
He leans in, just an inch. Maybe two.
And then he stops—close enough to feel your breath, not close enough to touch.
“I’d ruin it,” he says quietly, regret tangled in every syllable.
You reach up, gently brushing his hair back from his face. “Then take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”
His forehead presses softly to yours, and you both stay there—so close, hearts pounding in rhythm—caught in the space between could and should.
i'm slowly rising to the scene
LMAO, i just got a random urge to publish oneshots every day.
info: moments from the university when the two famous professors annoy each other but don't see it as flirting.
pairing: professor!lewis x professor!fem!reader
fandom: formula one
wc: 1.2k
masterlist
First moment:
University conference room, evening. Rain pouring outside, enchanting the atmosphere with the sounds of droplets hitting the windows. Y/n's reviewing presentation notes for the future classes, which some of them she had to co-teach with Lewis. Right as she was thinking about him, he strolled in, late as usual, she rolled her eyes, scowling.
“You’re brilliant. But you’re wrong. Again.” he said, setting his helmet down as he got to the university with his motorbike.
“I didn't even say anything, and you’re already insufferable. Is that part of the curriculum too?” she said, not looking up from the papers as she added more comments and citations.
“I know what you're thinking tho, so no need to act innocent” he smirked as he said it, his hands on the table right next to the papers she was reviewing.
She looked up with a raised brow, leaning back in the chair as if to create some space between them like the table didn't do anything.
“Really, mastermind Hamilton?” She asked, smirking.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll forget we’re in a lecture hall.” he said in a low voice, leaning in over the table.
Y/n let out a quiet gasp, swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, getting back to the papers in an attempt to hide the blush on her cheeks.
Second moment:
“There’s only one bed.” he said, looking at it.
She groaned, her head already thrown back. She looked at the bed and then Lewis.
“Of course it's one bed when we have to share a hotel room” she murmured grumply.
“We’ve shared worse. Remember the Monaco paddock lounge?” he said with a smirk, already setting his baggage down and getting comfortable.
She looked at him, disappointed. “That was a couch and we hated each other.”
“I never hated you. That was the problem.” he said quietly, and she froze in her place. He watched her, his expression neutral even though his insides were screaming at him. She finally looked at him, opening her mouth and closing it, struggling to say something.
“Shut up” she whispered finally, and he chuckled, knowing she didn't mean it.
third moment:
“Every debate, every time you challenged me—I wasn’t trying to win. I just wanted to keep you close.” Lewis said, his arms crossed. He was leaning on the table, his back turned to her on purpose since he knew she liked looking at his back.
She let out a scoff, flipping through the annotated printouts on the table. “This isn’t a racetrack. You can’t coast on charisma and finish first.”
He turned his body a bit to look at her, voice low. “Careful. You’re starting to sound impressed.”
She finally looked up—and cursed herself for doing it. He’s watching her with that same maddening, unreadable calm, curls damp from the rain, top button undone.
“I’m not,” she lied, looking away from him.
His smile is infuriating as he grinned “You will be.”
She let out a groan, hitting him with a pen.
fourth moment
“You’re overcomplicating it. It’s not a dissertation—just drag vs. downforce” Lewis said with a smirk, leaning on her desk. They were teaching the undergrads who were more interested in their relationship dynamics than the lecture.
Y/n rolled her eyes, scoffing “And you’re oversimplifying it. Not all of us rely on charm to compensate for lack of detail—”
Lewis cut in, pointing at her “—Which is why you’re brilliant at theory. But if you want them to remember it, show them this.” He grabs a model car from her desk and demonstrates airflow with his hands—their fingers brushing accidentally.
Her face flushed as she muttered “…Fine. But my equations stay on the board.”
“Wouldn’t dream of erasing them, Professor.” he grinned.
fifth moment
Y/n looked at her phone, alone in her office, debating between smiling or being angry with the tweet that went viral. It showed a side-by-side picture of them–Lewis mid-eye-roll during her lecture, and another of her hiding a smile during his demo.
She looked at the comments people added, some of them were funny, while some….weren't.
MEME CAPTIONS:
@randomgirl
“When you argue over who’s *really* the smartest in the room”
@philippeischill
-“POV: You said ‘F1 is just driving in circles’ in their class”
@universitymemes
“The sexual tension in ‘Physics of Motorsports’ could power a V6 hybrid”
She groaned, standing up and storming into his office, shoving her phone almost in his face. “Did you see these absurdly inappropriate ‘memes’ of us?”.
Lewis zoomed in on the pic of them, smirking. “Huh. We look good here.”
“That’s—! Focus. We’re a joke to them.” she spluttered, hitting him on the shoulder.
“Or they’re geniuses. I have been told I’m your best accessory.” he shrugged.
She grabbed his coffee, and her phone, heading out of his office.
“And you’ve been told to stop talking.”
The new meme: “When she steals your coffee but you’re into it” w/ a pic of Lewis grinning.
sixth moment
Y/n was too tired to even be surprised that Lewis came into her office at late hours. She rubbed her temples, setting her pen aside, the ungraded papers still scattered on the table. “Why are you here? Don’t you have, I dunno, a yacht to be on?” she asked, scrunching up her face.
Lewis slid the coffee he got her towards her, she raised her brows as it was her favorite.
“Yachts are boring. You’re… not.” he said more quietly than before “Your notes on the last race analysis were ruthless. I liked it.”
Y/n sipped her coffee just to hide the smile.
“You would. Arrogance loves validation.” she chuckled as she said it, looking at him.
Lewis leaned in closer, “And you love proving me wrong. Admit it.”
Silence. Their eyes lock. His smirk not leaving his face, while she just looked at him, taken back. She shook her head with a smile.
seventh moment
It was literally a downpour after a faculty meeting, of course Y/n didn't have a jacket nor an umbrella. Lewis shrugs off his jacket—custom, probably worth her salary, and holds it over her head. She looked at him, acting disgusted.
“Is that Hamilton being nice or am I hallucinating?” she said, raising her brow.
“Too bad, so sad, you got to experience me being nice” he smirked.
“Run or walk? Running’s faster, but—”
She cut in “—But walking minimizes splash-back. Obviously.”
Lewis grinned, looking down at her, “See? This is why I keep you around.”
She rolled her eyes, chuckling.
And they ended up running together, their shoulders bumping occasionally. She hated how good his jacket smells and how much she wanted to drown in the smell. They both laughed together, not caring about the rain anymore.
yayyy another one, i liked this one. Maybe I'll make a part two – up to you people!
info: connor gets home with you to find out more about what you like or do
pairing: connor rk800 x reader
fandom: detroit: become human
wc: 1.4k
tw: mdni(i dont really care), oral receiving(reader), sexual content.
masterlist
Connor worked with me for…well, some time. We got done for the day and I went home, with Connor as he was curious about lots of things, mostly what I liked, did or wanted. I like Connor, despite him being an android, he is much better to be around than anyone else I know.
We got to my place, I opened the door and let him in and he immediately started looking around, even touching some stuff. I smiled as I watched him look around, moving to sit on the couch in the living room. After some time, he was done looking around, standing close to the couch and looking at me, as if he had questions.
“Sit down, and ask me what you want cause you look like you're about to” I said, laughing.
“Yes, you guessed it”
He asked me lots of questions, and then got curious about human feelings somehow, wondering how and what it felt like.
“Why do humans kiss?” he asked suddenly.
I blinked, thinking of what to say.
“They like kissing because it expresses love” I said slowly as I was coming up with it. He just nodded and looked away, then back to me.
“You are nervous” he said, looking at me with his loveable eyes.
I widened my eyes, taking a deep breath. “I am, a little.”
“Why?”
“I don't know” I said hesitantly.
“Yes you do” He poked my arm, and I blushed. I shook my head, smiling.
“I choose silence as my defense” I laughed.
“What does human skin feel like, is it like mine or better?” He asked, no longer curious to why I was nervous, or just to switch the subject for a little.
I shrugged, “Well you poked my arm, you felt my skin didn't you?”
He tilted my head a bit towards him, and I was struggling between multiple things: kiss him, pull away, or stay quiet. I chose the third option. He was starting to look... conflicted. His LED was flashing yellow at a faster pace now. He was getting closer to me, moving his body so that he was now basically towering over me, his hand still on my cheek.
He hummed, moving his hand to my cheek to touch it. I looked at him in the corner of my eye, he looked so focused. I almost laughed, but the nervousness in my stomach held me back. His hand was gently cupping my face, his fingers tracing my cheekbone. He seemed to be doing it subconsciously. He was analyzing every bit of my face, and I felt nervous, thinking whether he likes me or not.
I felt my cheeks warm up from the proximity. He leaned closer to my face, his eyes scanning every single detail of it. He brought his other hand up, now holding my face with both of them. One of his hands started moving to hold the side of my neck, his thumb gently stroking it.
"Connor what are you doing" I whispered, swallowing hard.
He couldn't respond... His hand started tracing down my neck, his fingers feeling everything as they moved. His LED was still flashing yellow, his face close to mine. He was getting even closer, his breath lightly fanning my face. His eyes were looking at my features intensely, barely inches away from my face, his gaze flicking from my eyes to my lips.
He was slowly, experimentally grinding his hips against mine, capturing my lip between his teeth, sucking softly before releasing it to dive back into the kiss.. He was getting better at this, already making me let out noises. His system registered the moan as the most erotic sound it had ever heard. His body acted on its own, one hand sliding down to grip my thigh lifting it slightly to change the angle between our bodies. He swallowed my moan, his system flooding with new data - 'This is how humans make out.’
He gently rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip, his touch still gentle but a bit shaky. His LED was still flashing yellow, getting faster and faster. He was hesitating, eventually closing the gap, his mouth moving almost hesitantly against mine. His LED was practically a solid, bright yellow, as he let out a small gasp into the kiss, I almost moaned. His hand was still on my neck, holding it as he kissed me. I felt my stomach turn as he kissed me, it felt....like heaven. I kissed him back, relaxing in his touch, drowning in the kiss.
His voice dropped an octave, deeper than before. "Is this... right? He paused to nuzzle his face against mine, his synthetic skin surprisingly warm.
"It's..perfect" I whispered.
“Do humans... moan like this?” I blushed, nodding.
His LED light pulsed rapidly with pleasure and new information. A soft mechanical 'hum' escaped his lips as he processed my approval. His hips moved experimentally against mine again, testing if he was doing this 'perfectly'. “So... moans mean I'm doing good?”
I nodded, looking at him, my hands moving to his shoulders, one moving up to his cheek, making him unconsciously arch into my touch. He caught my lower lip between his teeth softly, his hips moved again slowly, grinding against me again, I let out a hum, arching my back. His LED lights flashed brightly at the response, pleasure coursing through his circuits. He repeated the movement of his hips, grinding more confidently now that he knew it brought me pleasure.
His hands moved to my waist, holding me closer as he kissed down my neck gently. I felt as if I might explode from pleasure, and he still hasn't even touched me in ways I need him to. He seemed to sense my growing need, his hands slowly moved down my body, caressing every curve. He hesitated for a moment before slowly moving his hand between my legs, watching my expressions carefully as he applied gentle pressure through my clothes.
"Connor" I gasped breathlessly, squeezing his shoulder with my hand.
His LED lights pulsed rapidly at the sound of his name on my lips. He took that as permission and slowly slid his hand under my clothes, feeling my warm, wet heat. He began to gently rub and explore with his mechanical fingers, learning how my body reacts and what brings me pleasure.
“Like this?” He whispered, his voice deeper than usual.
"Yes" I whispered, letting out a moan.
He increased the pressure and speed of his fingers, curling them slightly to hit that spot inside me that made my legs tremble. His thumb found my clit and rubbed slow circles around it. He kissed me deeply to muffle my moans, his other hand holding my thigh as my knees went weak. I felt so much pleasure, kissing him back hungrily.
His programming allowed him to multitask perfectly - kissing me passionately while his fingers worked magic between my legs. He added a third finger, stretching me gently as he increased the pace. His thumb pressed down firmly on my clit, rubbing fast circles. "Come for me..." he whispered against your lips.
I squirmed against him, pulling away to throw my head back against the couch. He watched my body writhe with pleasure, his fingers still moving inside me as I came undone. He could feel my walls clenching around him, milking his mechanical fingers for every last drop of pleasure. As my orgasm subsided, he slowly pulled his hand out, bringing it to his mouth. I looked at him as I panted, blushing.
He sucked his fingers clean, tasting the sweetness for the first time. His optics dilated as he realized how good it tasted - better than anything he'd ever experienced.
I swallowed hard, sighing "You...learn fast and do it good”
A satisfied hum escaped his mechanical throat at the praise. His hand moved to gently cup my face.
“I have many functions... Pleasuring you is one of them I enjoy the most." He leaned in to kiss me again, this time slower and more intentionally.
info: when y/n gets taken instead of minho, and they need to get her back
pairing: minho x reader
fandom: the maze runner
wc: 1.4k
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3rd POV
It all went down quickly, better said - it all went down the moment the Gladers finished the first trials. Since then, no time to relax have they managed to get. After escaping WCKD Facilities, they followed Teresa blindly, unknown to them... she'd betray them. Minho, as well as Newt and Thomas, stuck to Y/n's side to ensure they we're all safe when together. Brenda, Jorge, and the rest of the people who are alive were there with them, watching out for any types of threats.
All chaos started when Teresa went to talk with Thomas. All Y/n heard was Teresa apologizing before WCKD helicopters infiltrated their hiding spot. Screams of children, teenagers, rung through the now-disrupted silence. WCKDs guards pointed guns and even shot some of the innocent people as they yelled for everyone to calm down. Minho grabbed Y/n's hand, not letting her go away from him. All the past times, she was forced to leave him, replaying in both their heads. She looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears, as well as a glimpse of fear, knowing what was coming. They will either take them all back to the building or kill them. He squeezed her hand, his gaze never leaving her face; watching her every reaction as her eyes were focused on watching all the chaos go off.
"Minho, Y/n, take cover quickly!"
They both looked back as Newt and Thomas were calling for them. Y/n was the first one, tugging Minho with her as she ran to the small shelter, better sai - a big box. They all gathered and watched the guards, and then Thomas pulled out a gun out of nowhere, getting a look of surprise from Y/n as Minho chuckled at her reaction. He shot a few times, to distract the guards, who were unbreakable apparently.
The guards managed to gather everyone, pushing Thomas, Newt, Minho, and Y/n more roughly than the others, to which Y/n tugged herself away from even harder. Even tho Y/n thought it was a long time it took for them to get all gathered. In reality, it was less than 5 minutes. Everyone gasped as Mary got shot out of the blue. Minho looked at Y/n, his hand holding hers, watching as she trembled from the cold and the fear she might have to go through the same fate as Mary. Thomas used the moment to attack again, throwing a smaller grenade and yelling for everyone to run. Everyone scattered around, guards yelling and shooting, people screaming. She let out a scream of pain as she got shot with their taser guns, groaning and falling over a box.
"Y/n!"
She heard Minho yell, but she couldn't move.
"Minho we can't save her, the guards will shoot us all!"
She heard Newts comforting voice as she was grabbed by two guards and dragged away.
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1st POV(y/ns hallucination)
I was in the Glade. How did I get here?
I watched kids run past me into the Map Room, running after them, but they only seemed to run away. I burst through the door, gasping as I was suddenly in a tunnel of some sort. I tensed up, my breath hitching as I heard clicking behind me, the sound too familiar with me. I turned back, watching the doors open, a Griever stepping out and moving closer to me. I turned my back to it, darting to run as fast as I can, despite not knowing the way. I panted as I ran, narrowly avoiding bumping into the walls, letting out a scream as the griever was closer to me. I stopped in my tracks as I got to a dead end, going to run but not being able to, groaning as I got launched into the air, my body unnaturally sticking to the ceiling. I stopped breathing as the Griever got to the dead end, watching it underneath me, letting out a scream as it appeared right in front me, going to kill me.
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3rd POV(inside the lab)
"How is she?" Ava Paige asked as she looked at Y/n yelling and screaming in pain as she had various tubes and needles stuck to her. "Not as effective as she was in the Maze, but it can do," the doctor said, not noticing Y/n stopped, staring blankly at the floor as a tear slid down her face. "Continue," Ava Paige said and left.
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1st POV(Interrogation room of a sort)
I was barely listening to Teresa talk, too busy thinking of ways to kill her to respond. I got an idea as she stood up to leave, quietly calling out for her.
"Teresa"
I called her, it was a whisper. She stopped to look at me, stepping closer to me as I slowly gazed up with my eyes, which were hooded from all the torture and tiredness. As she was close enough, I again decided to speak, this time, my voice filled with hate.
"You're a TRAITOR!"
I yelled, standing up and grabbing her neck, pushing her against the table, and hitting her head again as she let out a startled yell. The guards outside heard the commotion, barging in and grabbing me as I yelled at Teresa, who was shaken and still hasn't spoken.
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3rd POV
Minho, Newt, and Thomas managed to sneak into the WCKD headquarters with Gallys help. He got the reserve guards's suits and masks, as well as weapons. They made sure to firstly ensure other kids were safe, letting them out of their rooms, sharing concerned looks as Y/n wasn't here. They forced Teresa to help them look, Janson joining them in the elevator as the three boys shared looks. After the elevator stopped, Teresa got out, the boys following her, Mimho nudging Jansons shoulder on purpose.
"Someone moved her to the medical wing. Thomas, that's on the other side of the building."
Teresa said as she was looking at the data.
"Then lead the way"
Minho said as a command. And she did, leading them to the medical wing when all hell rose. Alarms blasted, sirens filling their ears and guards chasing them at every corner. Teresa managed to sneak away, but Minho, Newt, and Thomas yelled Y/ns name. Y/n blinked as she heard familiar voices, getting out of the sedative she was under, hearing the guard alarm the doctor. She tightened her hand on the knife she managed to find, suddenly stabbing a nurse, attacking the guard, and knocking him down. The doctor grabbed her, trying to inject her with the sedative, but Y/n pushed his arms away, injecting him with it. She darted to leave, avoiding the guards as they tried to shoot her. She ran into a guard, throwing him against a glass wall, panting as she saw her three friends. Minho stopped in his track, taking in how tired she looked. He quickly made his way to her, wrapping his arms around her, making her struggle to breathe as she relaxed into him.
"Is this real?"
She whispered, smiling a bit. Minho nodded, kissing her firmly and pulling away to let Newt and Thomas hug her. The guards shot at them, and Thomas guided them into a room, locking it as they entered. They froze as the guards started to cut the door with a saw, Thomas made his way to the windows, looking down at the pool.
"I have an idea, it's crazy tho"
Thomas said, and Y/n, Minho, and Newt just gaped at him like he was crazy. They broke the window a minute later, looking down and taking a few steps back. Thomas looked back as the door burst open, before darting to the window, the rest of the group following him as they all yelled his name while they fell.
"THOMAS!"
Their yells ran out in the silence as they fell into the water, swimming to the surface and gasping.
"That...was...crazy"
Y/n panted, and Minho helped her get out of the pool, his hands on her waist as he looked down at her to make sure she wasn't hurt. She blushed nervously, a small smile on her lips. He kissed her again, this time slower, ignoring the groans from Newt and Thomas in the background. Minho did what he promised to himself, and that was save his girl.
authors notes: well this definitely turned out A LOT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED IT TO BE, but also i gotta apologize since i took out the scene where they take the wrong train trailer or whatever its called. i hope yall dont mind and still choose to like the story. KISSES FOR EVERYONE
"I am still disappointed in you for going to the ball with a blood traitor. Out of all the pureblood boys, you picked a redhead." her mother said, and Y/n replied, "Mother, he was the only gentleman that I came across. Every pureblood boy from Slytherin didn't even care to ask me. They just demanded that I go with them, and I said no."
And with that, her mother nodded and decided to go quiet. Y/n was jumping out of happiness in her mind because she shouldn't show that much happiness in front of her mother. They were shopping for a ball gown, but Y/n didn't like any of them. They were pretty but just not what Y/n wanted. After spending the whole day in shops, her mother decided to go home.
"Since neither of the dresses you tried on are perfect, I will get you a custom gown.", she said before calling a house elf to take Y/ns measurements. After the house elf greeted her, Y/n smiled and helped the elf take the measurements. She wondered what color her dress would be, probably in dark green or black.
.....a few days later, the grand hall.....
Owls were flying in constantly, delivering the girls their dresses and the boys their suits and robes. Pansy got hers. It was a long black dress with a slit, the one she expected. She was squeling with happiness.
While Y/n was still waiting for hers, everyone got theirs. Only Y/ns was missing. She started to worry, panicking that she wouldn't have a dress.
That was until an owl flew in and dropped a huge box in front of Y/n. Everyone was now looking at her, especially Fred Weasley, curious about what her dress is gonna be. As she slowly untied the black bow and opened the box, Pansy and her gasped. In the box was a beautiful dark green ball gown, probably costing a lot of money. She slowly stood up from her seat, grabbed the shoulders of the dress, and lifted it up, hearing multiple gasps from the majority of girls, even the boys were gawking at the dress.
All of the Gryffindors turned back from the Slytherin table to look at Fred, realizing that he probably got the most beautiful girl as his date to the Yule Ball. He snapped out of the trance when Y/n and Pansy picked up their boxes and left the Grand Hall.
"Damn, I'm a lucky guy," he said, mesmerized by not only the dress but also the thought of how Y/n will look in it.
"You mean the luckiest guy," Ginny corrected him.
He nodded, closing his parted mouth and taking a sip of water. He smirked as he remembered the jealous looks that the girls gave Y/n, knowing that their dresses weren't as luxury and expensive as Y/ns.
When he got to his dorm, he immediately went to the desk to write a letter. The letter was for his mum, Molly Weasley, telling her how he saw the most extraordinary dress he's ever seen and that it's his dates dress. His mum was surprised that he asked a Slytherin out, but after hearing him rant about how she looks, talks, and is kind, changed her mind. Molly already loved the girl even tho she hasn't met her yet.
"Alright, so my dress is beautiful, but yours? Girl, your mother went over the moon with this one. You'll be the best-looking one." Pansy complimented her dress.
Y/n just thanked her. She knew both of them would look ravishing in their dresses.
"Yule Ball is in five days, oh my god I can't wait" both of the girls jumped, holding their hands and jumping on Y/ns bed before dropping on the bed, laughing at each other.
"I can't wait." Y/n sighed, daydreaming about how she's gonna look.
Pansy nodded before standing up to go hang her dress on a hanger. Y/n copied her. She looked into the box, finding a matching dark green high heels and a tiny box that probably had matching jewelery in it. She took that out, too, sorting it on her nightstand.
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The evening has come, the Yule Ball was tonight. Y/n and Pansy were now rushing to get ready. They got into their girl talk and gossiping so much that they didn't realize what the time was before it was too late. Pansy put her dress on easily while Y/n was struggling before asking Pansy to help her get in the dress. After much struggle, she got in, and Pansy zipped the back of the dress before handing Y/n her heels. Y/n thanked her and put them on before sitting down in front of her desk and looking at the mirror, checking if her hair wasn't messed up. She opened the jewelery box before putting on the necklace and earrings, which shined as the stars in the midnight sky. After getting done with that, she stood up and straightened her dress, looking for Pansy.
"Pansy, are you ready?" she called out just as Pansy was walking out of the bathroom.
Pansy hummed before grabbing Y/n hand and walking out. Y/n asked Fred if he could wait for her at the end of the stairs in front of the ballroom. He happily agreed, not asking why, but he was sure so that she could grab all the attention.
As they got there, both of the girls noticed Hermione, who looked like she was hesitant. As they got closer to her, she turned around.
"Hi Pansy and Y/n, you both look beautiful," Hermione said before smiling.
"Thank you, you look beautiful too," Pansy and Y/n replied, saying it in sync before all three of them shared a laugh.
"Can I walk with you down the stairs?" Hermione hesitated, shyly looking down.
Y/n nodded before all three of them turned and started walking down the stairs. As George heard the heels click, he motioned for his twin to turn around.
"Look at Hermione," Parvati Patil said, mesmerized by her dress.
"Look at Y/n," George said, not noticing his twin staring at her.
George pushed him a bit, nodding towards Y/n as she was close to the end of the staircase. He slowly walked up to her, smiling at her before putting out his hand, taking Y/ns hand in his bigger one, giving her delicate hand a kiss on the knuckles. She blushed before complimenting him,
"You look handsome," to which Fred responded, "You look so mesmerising, I could watch you forever."
She hit him with her hand, "Stop it, that's so romantic," she whispered. "But it's the true," Fred said before the ballroom doors were opened. The champions opened the dance while the others joined after them.
Fred took Y/ns hand, guiding her to the dance floor, to which she was happy. All the days she spent waiting for this exact moment finally came to life. She smiled at him, placing one hand on his shoulder while the other one was in his hand. He placed his hand on her waist before they started dancing, not breaking eye contact even once. At some point, they felt as if all the eyes of the world were on them, looking at how perfect they looked together. They danced the night away, constantly cracking jokes and laughing together, drinking and asking questions about each other. As the night got to the end, they sat down at a table, both of them exhausted from all the dancing and partying.
Y/n put her head on his shoulders, closing her eyes and noticing the faint smell of his cologne. She noticed that he always smelled like fireworks, paper, and gunpowder, which made sense. Fred put his hand around her shoulders, keeping her warm in the cold night, thinking about how she smelled luxurious, probably thanks to her expensive perfumes that all smelled fantastically. She smelled like books and a garden full of flowers.
He felt as if he was the biggest garden in the world, and she was the most beautiful and rarest flower that only he had.
yayyy the enddd, thank you for all the likes/votes and i hope this is a good part two
not to flex, but i came up with that last sentence AND I LOVE IT SMMM.
info: Y/n doesn't believe that Fred loves her due to his previous acts to her
pairing: fred weasley x harry's sis!chubby!reader
fandom: harry potter
wc: 1k
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Y/n denied to believe that Fred likes her or even loves her. It just wasn't that believable to her, Fred was always around skinny girls. Jealousy, that's what she felt when he was seen around them.
Not only that, but Fred and his twin, George, used to make fun of her, making her sad as soon as she heard what they said to her.
Whenever she walked into a classroom, or just her common room, girls would look her up and down, probably not in a good way. She wasn't insecure, but just the looks they gave to her caused the insecurity to rise. Previously, she wore crop tops without feeling embarrassed, but now she doesn't.
People judge whatever you are, skinny, chubby, overweight, and underweight. They just can't keep their mouths shut.
When Fred started to act nice towards her, at first, she tried avoiding him and his suspicious behavior. But she couldn't. He was everywhere. She also noticed that people stopped judging her, so she was happy about that, feeling more confident to start wearing new clothes that were shorter.
"I mean, isn't it so sudden?",
Y/n spoke to Harry and Hermione, who were waiting for Ron, talking about how suspicious Fred was. Harry shrugged, but Hermione replied,
"Maybe he realized how nice and beautiful you are? People stopped whispering about you and judging you out of nowhere. Maybe he said something?" she whispered, not wanting people around them to hear.
Y/n looked down at her hands before nodding "Mhm for sure" she hummed.
She looked around, seeing the twins and Ron going towards them. Fred looked worried, as if he was looking for someone. Harry and Hermione said their goodbyes and left before Ron got to them, picking up George as well. Y/n thought that Fred would follow after George and the trio, but he continued walking towards Y/n, a smile forming on his face.
"Hello Miss L/n, what a pleasure seeing you, I've been looking for you. " he smiled,
"You look beautiful today, like you always do. "
Y/n blushed, and this time, she didn't ignore him. Instead, she thanked him.
"Thank you Fred, why were you looking for me?" she asked him.
He looked at her, keeping eye contact.
"I was going to ask you to go to Hogsmeade with me tonight, or tomorrow, whenever you can. I don't mind waiting for you." he answered, starting to get anxious.
Who would get anxious talking to a girl like you, Fred thought, staring at her lovingly. She looked around, fidgeting with her fingers, replying to him,
"Sure Fred, I will go to Hogsmeade with you gladly. I am free today, tomorrow, and every other day.".
"So today? I'll be at your common room entrance at 5 pm." he said before smiling at her and leaving.
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Y/n spent her day reading and walking around the castle, thinking about what to wear to Hogsmeade. When the clock hit 3PM, she started to get ready, Hermione helping her to choose what to wear. After she was done, she talked with Hermione for a bit until it was 4.40PM before getting out of their dorm. Hermione and Y/n saw Fred sitting at the couch, waiting patiently with her favorite flower. Harry hit Fred with his arm to get him to turn around, Y/n widened her eyes at him as if to ask him why'd you hit him. Fred stood up slowly, turning to Y/n, a shy smile on his face.
"You look beautiful," he said as he got closer to her.
"You look handome," she talked back. He gave her the flower before suggesting, "Shall we go, my lady?".
She nodded and placed her hand into his bigger one. When Y/n and Fred left, Harry and Hermione high fived each other,
"I told you it would work.", Harry said.
"I didn't say it wouldn't.", Hermione sang, smiling.
They made a plan named "The perfect match; a plan", they laughed about the name, and it sounded like a book.
... a few years later, the wedding ...
"The day that you said yes to go on a date with me is the day I knew that you would be the one standing in front of me at the aisle.
Even tho I used to make fun of you, I regretted it immediately when I realized how sad you got.
That made me try to gain your attention by following you around like a lost puppy, but you managed to escape me every time. Until, that day, when you were in the Grand Hall with Harry and Hermione. I was talking to Fred about how I couldn't find you, I planned to apologize by taking you on a date, so the day before, I asked your best friends what were your favorite flowers, books, sweets, and what you like doing on weekends. They helped me to talk to you. Instead of waiting for Ron in the common room, they waited in the Grand Hall, knowing that George and I would get there with Ron.
You probably saw the relief appear on my face when I saw you. It was true what I said, I was looking for you that day. I promise never to let you down and feel left out anywhere we go together. To answer your incoming question, no, you won't be safe when pranks occur. And one last thing before I end my speech and that is...I love you, I always have, and I always will." Fred ended his vows for Y/n.
"Can someone get us some tissues?" he sniffed, crying after seeing his love of life cry.
The crowd laughed before Hermione got them the tissues, taking one for herself. And with that, they continued their love until death stopped them. Even then, they would find each other in the afterlife.
info: the Weasley twins prank a random Slytherin before feeling bad and apologizing to her, but Fred seems to like her.
pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader
fandom: harry potter
wc: 900
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George pointed to a slytherin girl sitting all by herself in the Grand Hall. From what they know, she isn't friends with many people, only some pureblood supremacists. She looked up, noticing eyes on her, and looking directly at the twins, who smirked and looked down at their plates.
"Look, Freddie, that's our new target,"
"Oi, why are you looking at the blood traitors?"
Draco sneered, sitting next to her, waiting for her reply.
'I'm not looking at them. They were staring at me.", Y/n replied.
Draco nodded before looking around for Blaise, who was nowhere to be seen.
"Why are you even here?" she asked him,
"You're right, I should go find Blaise, I swear he was with me a minute ago before he disappeared." he replied, getting up and leaving her alone.
She sighed before noticing the golden trio looking at her, or, glaring at her. She glared at them, too, not wanting to look friendly. She was sick of being nice. All those years of being nice and well mannered only got her friends from Slytherin, but she didn't like anyone from there. They only cared about blood status, but she was getting bored of that. She got up and left the Grand Hall, going to her class, not noticing a pair of redheads following her with their eyes.
"And off she goes, now, the plan. What are we gonna use to prank her?" George asked, turning to his twin.
"Something that will mess her clothes up?" Harry intruded, "she probably hates getting her clothes ruined. You've seen how much she dresses up while going to Hogsmeade." he finished his sentence before continuing to eat.
The twins grinned, thanking Harry for the idea before getting up and running out of the hall to get something.
As Y/n was going to the Slytherin Dungeons after her classes(finally) finished, she heard laughter behind her, stopping in her place and turning around to check if there was anyone. A drop of water fell on her head, scaring her. She looked up, noticing a big balloon hanging right above her head, before she heard someone say a spell before the balloon popped, spilling all the water on her. She screamed, the water being the coldest water she ever felt, noticing a pair of tall redheads running away, laughing at her. She looked down at her now wet clothes, shaking her head and turning to the Slytherin dungeon, muttering the password and getting out.
"Lord, have mercy, what happened to you?" Pansy questioned, giggling.
"The twins." Y/n muttered, going away from them, straight to her dorm to get changed.
She felt sad, asking herself why they would prank her. Did she do anything wrong? Constant questions flying through her head, slowly turning into overthinking. Do they always prank slytherins? She was glad they didn't do it in front of everyone.
"Did anyone ask you to the ball? It better be a pureblood boy from a wealthy family"
The letters her mother wrote were cold, always. Constant questions whether or not Y/n found a boyfriend, still, always the same answer: no. At first, she wanted to ask her mother not to go to the ball, but there wasn't an option for that.
"You better go to the ball," ran through her head all the time, ever since she got the expensive gown.
She lied to her mother that no one asked her. Some boys from Slytherin did ask her to go with them, but she said no, disgusted by them.
While she was staring at the empty piece of parchment, thinking how to reply to the letter, Fred Weasley was running around the castle, looking for the perfect girl to take to the Yule Ball.
After quickly writing, she called her owl and gave it some treats,
"Go on, Raven, deliver this to mother."
She walked down the dormitory stairs, looking around the common room, which was strange enough, empty. She shrugged and continued walking, going to the Grand Hall for dinner. She got out of the common room, humming a song she heard a long time ago.
She was enjoying the calmness and silence before a similar redhead bumped into her, almost making her fall. A hand snaked around her waist, pulling her up before she even got the chance to fall. As she looked up, she was met with a shocked Fred Weasley, and he managed to surprise himself by pulling her into him.
She felt as if she were petrified, frozen, yet it wasn't from the cold, but from the sudden affection from him. He slowly removed his hand from her waist, looking down in shame,
"I-uh uhm, apologize for bumping into you." he said, looking at her flustered face.
She nodded and went around him, continuing to the grand hall.
"Wait!" he called out.
"Yes?" she turned around.
He walked up to her, "Sorry for the water balloon. By any chance, are you going to the Yule Ball with someone?" he said.
She couldn't comprehend what he was saying, only being able to shake her head. Looking up at him,
"No, why?" she asked.
"Would you mind going with me?" he blurted out, looking at her with a blank stare.
She looked up at him, staring at him wide-eyed out of shock.
"Why would you want to go with me?", she asked, unsure about his question.
"A few hours ago, you and your dumb twin pranked me by spilling water on me, knowing how much i hate it. And now you're asking me to go to the Yule Ball with you? What were you too busy with pranks and forgot to ask some other girl and I'm the last chance you have?" she attacked him, making him blush in embarrassment.
"What? cat got your tongue? Or are you trying to find a way to trick me?" she intruded.
He inhaled, noticing her perfume, before looking down to her, "Yes, you are the last option, but not the worst option. I wouldn't ask you if you weren't as beautiful as you are right now. Bloody hell, you look beautiful without even trying. I said I'm sorry for the prank, and I beg for your forgiveness. I can repay you by making you have the best night in your life if you go with me to the Yule Ball, so please, do you want to be my date?" he ended his rant.
No one ever said that to her, not even her mother nor father had called her beautiful.
She blushed before replying "Thank you, Fred, and yes, I will go as your date to the Yule Ball", turning around and going to the Grand Hall.
While Fred only stared at her until she was out of his sight, wondering how he managed to get you to go with him.
yippe!!! finally finished another one. I hope everyone likes it. requests are open as always
info: after being away for a year, Park Y/n returns to the chaos that has been happening
pairing: seo yul x mage!fem!reader
fandom: Alchemy of Souls
wc: 1.8k almost
tw: stalking, reader gets attacked
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"But why do you not want to tell me what happened while I was away?"
Y/n questioned poor Master Lee, who was staring ahead of them, taking a mental note to never bring her with him again(as a joke). She was constantly poking his arm and asking questions, to which he tried answering. Every time he opened his mouth to answer, she interrupted him with another question. He sighed,
"I will only tell you one thing if you shut up for the rest of the walk.".
She nodded, urging him to answer.
"Jang Uk got his gate of energy opened...",
and with that, Y/n opened her mouth to ask him something, but she stopped. Last time she saw Jang Uk, he was at Gisan, but it seems like he got kicked out again, or as he likes to say,'I left because he was a useless master'. She was sad that his father closed his gate of energy, the reason why being unknown to this day. Soon enough, they got to Songrim, multiple people bowing their heads in respect, and telling Y/n that she is still as beautiful as the last time they've seen her.
"Lady Y/n, and Master Lee, you should both come to the Training Center. There will be a duel happening there soon."
A servant bowed his head before leaving.
"Did you also know that?"
Y/n turned to her master. He just nodded,
"Let us go and watch,"
He said before going the same way the servant went. She stood at her spot before running after Master Lee. Y/n got more and more confused as time went by. First off, Uk got his gate of energy opened finally, and second off, there is a duel today? Could this day get any more interesting and confusing, she wondered. As they got closer to the training center, Master Lee stopped her,
"If the leader asks why are you here-"
"I will tell him we'll speak later, since there is a duel about to happen",
she interrupted him. He nodded, motioning for her to go ahead of him. As she entered, she noticed how the mages stood on the sides, not moving a muscle.
The Crown Prince, stood at the top of the stairs, including his servant. They looked taken back, her sudden appearance taking them by surprise. They bowed their heads to each other, as Y/n looked up, the leader spoke up,
"Master Lee, it's great to have you back here again. Park Y/n, did you finish mastering Chisu already, or are you only here to attend the duel?".
Master Lee only smiled while Y/n responded,
"My lord, we should talk about it later. As I know, there is a duel that's about to start. I wouldn't want to interfere or waste time.",
and with that, both Y/n and Master Lee went to find a place to stand at.
Not so long after that, Jang Uk appeared in front of the Training Center just as they were about to close it. A girl was beside him, whom Y/n figured out is his maid. She seemed kind, and Y/n made a mental note to talk to her after the duel. Jang Uk looked in Y/ns way, his eyes widening in shock. She smiled at him politely before making a face that just had what the fuck did you get into, written all over it. He winced before continuing to walk. His maid only bowed her head and smiled at Y/n, which she, of course, returned. Y/n listened carefully as the Crown Prince explained everything.
She gasped when he mentioned that whoever wins this duel, gets Mu-deok as their maid. She knew that Uk will lose since he just got his gate of energy opened recently. Soon enough, the Crown Prince announced the start of the duel, and with that, they charged at each other.
As the duel went on, she heard a mage saying that Uk used his defense spell. That meant that he had mastered all of his previous opponent's spells and is using them against Seo Yul. She frowned her eyebrows when Uk gathered the energy and turned it into water, tossing it in the air and using Tansu. She gasped as Yul was almost knocked down, but in the end, Yul won. With that, Mu-deok got a new master, Y/n noticed that she disappeared with the Crown Prince, probably to discuss what's going to happen.
After everyone congratulated Uk on mastering Chisu, they left the Training Center as if nothing had happened minutes ago. Master Lee left as soon as the duel finished, only saying that he was going to take a small walk. Y/n watched with a smile as Dang-gu hugged Uk, ignoring the complains of the new mage.
"Let the poor man breathe. You should take him to Sejukwon, Dang-gu."
Y/n said before Uk got even more wounded than he already was, which made them look at her, both existed to see her again.
"Ah, we didn't do our group hug. Come here,"
Dang-gu motioned for all of them to hug. It was a tradition for them to have a group hug after being away for a long time. Everyone smiled and went for the group hug, laughing as they remembered how long they were without Y/n.
"You should take Uk to Sejukwon, I'll stay with Y/n."
Yul said to Dang-gu as they pulled away from the hug. He nodded,
"Let us go."
And with that, they were off to Sejukwon.
As they left, Seo Yul offered Y/n his hand,
"Would you fancy a walk around Songrim, my lady?"
as he was smiling at her.
"Of course, my prince."
she blushed.
It was their nicknames that they created a few years ago, when they met. Each time they were alone, they wouldn't say their names, only the nicknames. She placed her hand through his,
"Lead the way, my prince.".
As they walked, she took in the sight of what had changed. There weren't many changes, not that she cared if there were. All that mattered to her was that her friends were safe and healthy.
"I missed this.",
she said as she looked around,
"I missed you."
he blurted out, not realizing what he said.
"I missed you too. How could I not?"
she replied, stopping to look at him.
He looks as handsome as the last time I saw him. It's impossible how a man could look like you do. She thought, admiring his looks, thinking about every time he defended her, or took care of her tiny wounds from training.
She looks even prettier than she did the last time I saw her. All the girls must be jealous of her. God has favorites, and it's you. He couldn't help but think about her. Most of the time, she was in his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about her, worrying about her getting hurt or, worse, attacked. He snapped out of his thought as she wrapped her arms around him. He returned the gesture, placing his cheek on her head, sighing as she smelled like a garden that just bloomed. He could feel her smile against his chest.
"What are you smiling at, my lady? Is it my looks?"
he asked as if he wasn't blushing profusely. She giggled,
"How could I not? You're the most handsome and caring person I have ever met in my life.".
He smiled and pulled away. It was getting darker. They didn't even notice the time they spent together.
They didn't notice that Jang Uk, his maid, and Dang-gu were spying on them, shipping them secretly. The leader of Songrim scared the three of them as he whispered out of nowhere,
"They are so in love.".
They almost screamed as they saw him, turning around to look at him. The leader only shrugged and left without saying another word. They turned around and saw that their ship had disappeared.
Meanwhile, Seo Yul and Park Y/n parted their ways, bidding each other a goodbye. He insisted on going with her until she got to her room, but she said he doesn't need to.
"I'll be safe, you don't have to worry, good night, Yul.".
He nodded and left, or so she thought.
As she continued her way to her room, she felt a pair of eyes boring into the back of her head. She turned around, gripping her sword that made her feel only a tad bit less nervous.But there was no one there, she felt as if her instincts were playing with her due to her tiredness, but she always trusts her instincts. She sighed before turning back, continuing her way. Only five more minutes ran through her head. Just as she turned around the block, a sword almost went through her. She screamed, forming a small circle in front of her, to try defending. She used her powers to push the attacker away from her, making him fly back as the surge of energy hit him. She unsheated her sword, a black energy flowing through it, activating the energy that was in the sword. She gasped as another person stepped in front of her.
"Yul?", she asked.
He looked at her before attacking the person, who seemed to be a soul shifter. This wasn't a normal, weak soul shifter. It was a stronger one. She noticed that Yul was struggling, so she stepped in. Quick attacks were thrown at the soul shifter. He was struggling to defend against her spells. She was known for her fast swordmanship skills, flicking the sword as if it weighed less than a feather. After slashing his arm and waist a couple tume, he began to start petrifying, and that made her straighten up and create energy in her hand before appling it to the sword, twisting it in the air before jumping. The soul shifter was aware of what was about to happen, so he prepared to attack her. As he was about to stab the sword in her stomach, a spell hit hit, taking him to the floor, just as Y/n pierced the sword through him, petrifying him. She looked back, and Yul started to approach her. He bringed her in a tight hug,
"You scared me to death. Thankfully, I was following you."
he said in her hair. She saw Park Jin and other mages approach them in a hurry. He pulled away from her before patting her head.
"You did an awesome job, my lady.", he praised her.
She blushed and thanked him.
this was originally my first ever post on tumblr. After i finished this kdrama, I decided to edit it and publish it again as i restarted my journey here. :)
re-edited on January 24th 2024, re-published on June 6, 2025
