Prompt: I wish you would write a fic where Luke flirts with the reader and tries to teach her how to play pool (even though he's kind of terrible at it)...only reader already knows how to play and never told him...
Requested by: @midnightseance
Word count: 870
Warnings: None really, just some flirting and suggestive language
“Here, hold the stick like this,” Luke exclaimed, coming behind you to wrap his arms around your waist as he bent you over the edge of the pool table. “Y’wanna line up your shot like so…” he continued, guiding the stick toward the cue ball.
You already knew how to play pool, but you weren’t about to tell Luke that just yet, too busy enjoying his arms around you while wanting to see his face when you beat him.
“I think I get th’jist of it, but I wouldn’t mind a little more help,” you replied, pressing back against him as he hit the cue ball, knocking it into the number two.
Fighting back a soft snort you watched the ball he’d been aiming for bounce too hard against the wall behind the pocket and ricochet back toward the center of the table before you turned in his embrace to glance at him over your shoulder.
“I don’t think that was s’posed t’happen,” you pointed out.
“It was a bad shot, too much much force,” Luke huffed a touch defensively.
“Are you purposefully tryin’ t’get me to lose or were you a little distracted?” you asked coyly.
“Me, distracted? I think not,” Luke scoffed, and your smirk grew.
“So, you’re just not as good as you were boasting?” you teased, your amusement growing the more flustered Luke became.
“Okay, maybe I was a little distracted,” he admitted, his hands wandering downward to give your ass a playful squeeze before he stepped away from you.
“Uh huh, that’s what I thought,” you exclaimed. “Do I get a retry since you made me miss?” you asked, lifting your eyebrow at him as you turned, leaning against the stick in your hand.
“Yeah alright,” he conceded with a huff. “Since you’re a beginner and all that.”
“Isn’t that sweet of you,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning back to the pool table. Eyeing where the two ball had ended up, you circled the table for a better angle before leaning over and lining up your shot, feeling Luke’s gaze on you.
“Oh my God, I did it!” you exclaimed, feigning surprised when you knocked the ball perfectly into the pocket, turning back to grin widely at him.
“Yeah well, beginner’s luck,” he said with a shrug.
“Does that mean I get another turn?” you asked, thought you already knew you did.
“Yep, go again,” Luke prompted, and this time when you bent over across from him, you smirked as you caught him peering at your cleavage, nearly distracting him from the fact that you’d sunk another ball.
“Wait, what?” he exclaimed as you circled the table again, assessing your options. “You gotta be kiddin’ me!”
“Say, this is more fun than I thought it’d be,” you teased, this time missing on purpose, just to make him feel a little better and not raise his suspicions too much just yet.
“See, I knew your little lucky streak had t’end sometime,” he chuckled, taking his shot, the cue ball glancing off the ball he was aiming for and going straight into the pocket instead.
“At least you got something in,” you said, fighting back a grin. The frustration on Luke’s face was almost too much, and you had to press your face to the back of his shoulder to keep from laughing.
Growling under his breath, he pulled the ball back out and set it on the table, explaining to you that that wasn’t supposed t’happen, begrudgingly letting you take your turn, and by the time you got to the eight ball, Luke watched with his arms crossed over his chest, sulking.
“I’m startin’ t’get the feelin’ you’re a lot better at pool than y’let on.”
“Hey, you were the one who started making’ assumptions just cause I was a girl, that I’d never played pool before, so I merely went along with it,” you pointed out. “Eight ball to corner pocket,” you specified, pointing with your stick to the right corner and Luke rolled his eyes, no doubt hoping you’d miss.
When it fell in, teetering on the edge for a moment, he threw his hands up. “Yeah alright, y’won, so what?” he exclaimed as you turned around to lean back against the edge of the table, catching his t-shirt and pulling him to you.
“Y’know, even though I already knew how to play, I really enjoyed your hands on approach t’teachin’ me earlier,” you purred, letting your pool stick fall so you could snake your arms around Luke’s neck, letting him press you back against the table, caging you in with his arms as he leaned over you.
“Oh, yeah?” he asked, his lips brushing yours.
“Mhmm,” you hummed, your eyes flicking up to his. “I was thinking we should do that again, except this time when you bend me over the table, we won’t be wearing any clothes.”
At your words, you heard Luke’s breath catch and he slowly wet his lips. “I fuckin’ like that idea,” he growled, and you grinned as his lips collided with yours, moaning into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, pressing his hips into yours as he fumbled to unbutton your pants.
I just wanted to drop by and tell you that you're one of my favorite blogs. Honestly, any time I see you've posted something, I'm so excited to see what you've gifted us all with. Thank you for your JDM content and Hugh content and everything! 💖
Thank you dear. I continue to do it for people like you. I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. I'm glad you like everything and thank you for writing me.
fist fight: Yo I'm gonna say Luba because Diego would kill me!
get drunk with: DEFINITELY Diego. He looks so much fun to be around in his better times. I bet he loosens up and dances really well. Plus drunk dinner excursions after? Magnifique!
share a flat with: Simon!! He and I have enough in common, and he's responsible enough to trust with financials and chores. We could have theme nights, and I wouldn't have to watch my nerd shows alone!
from the intimacy prompts, can I please request 2 and 21 with Sean Falco?
Pairing: Sean Falco x Reader
Prompt: laying atop each other, kissing shoulders + listening to someone’s heartbeat
Word Count: 471
a/n: @xenteaart also requested a palm kiss + laying atop each other, kissing shoulders with Sean, so I decided to combine these two prompts. Also a direct continuation of this drabble from earlier. :3
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Collapsing atop Sean with a content sigh, you rested your cheek against his warm chest, listening to his heartbeat beneath your ear as you caught your breath, still pounding rather hard after your passionate activities and you felt his arms wrap around you, holding you against him.
“Well, that was some pretty good make up sex,” he murmured, a grin in his voice, his hands brushing over your back, and you chuckled softly.
“You can say that again,” you mused, shifting your face to look up at him from where you lay, resting your chin against his chest, finding him already watching you, affection in his soft gaze.
“Maybe we should have more arguments, if they end up like this,” Sean teased, his grin faltering as you poked him in the ribs.
“Ow!”
“Hey now, don’t joke about that!” you huffed sternly, your lips turning to a pout. “I hate it when we argue,” you exclaimed.
Sean’s face softened and he brushed an errant strand of hair from your forehead as you glowered at him. “You know I’m only teasin’, darlin’. I hate it when we fight too. Luckily it doesn’t happen often,” he pointed out, his hand moving from your hair to trace the curve of your jaw, his thumb caressing your flush skin.
“Yeah, luckily,” you agreed, that pang of guilt from earlier returning however, as you remembered the worry etched in his face. “I really am sorry,” you murmured softly, leaning into Sean’s touch, turning your face into his palm, placing a kiss there and he smiled.
“It’s alright, I’ve already forgiven yeh, darlin’. Truly,” he insisted, sighing softly, moving his hand from your face to pull you closer, wanting to kiss your lips.
“I know, but--”
“Shh,” he shushed, quieting you with a lingering kiss that made you feel rather light and floaty. Grinning almost drunkenly, though you’d had nothing to drink all night, you dragged your lips from his to his cheek and down his jaw to his neck, not stopping til you’d kissed a slow path down to his shoulder.
“C’mere, you” he murmured with a soft laugh, almost a hitch of his breath, and you gave in, resting your cheek against his shoulder, tucked into the crook of his neck.
“I wasn’t really mad mad, just…” he sighed, trailing off. “I don’t even wanna think about you gettin’ hurt. I couldn’t stand that,” he admitted and you squeezed your arms around his chest, burying your face against his neck.
“I know. I won’t take any more unnecessary risks. I promise,” you said and Sean nodded, his fingers never ceasing their endless soothing patterns against your skin.
“I can’t lose yeh, [y/n],” he whispered, the words barely audible.
“You won’t,” you insisted, a soft fierceness to your words and Sean hugged you tighter.
Prompt: Scary movie night + “The night is young, the moon is full, so what are you going to do with me?”
Requested By: @midnightseance
Word Count: 882
a/n: titles are hard okay. any excuse for Nathan to be little flirt is my jam lol
“Are you ready for this?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow at Nathan as you held up two movies for him to choose between.
“Oh please, I’m unflappable! I die gruesomely at least every other week,” he boasted, flopping down on the couch, “no stupid movie’s gunna scare me, ‘specially something Barry lent us!”
At this point you were convinced he knew Simon’s name, but just preferred calling him Barry.
When Nathan didn’t choose a movie, you sighed and picked one yourself, popping it in and joining him on the couch.
“I dunno, Simon has some impressive taste in horror,” you mused. “I think you’d be surprised.”
“Impressive? That little freak?” Nathan scoffed as the preview began and you settled down next to him, leaning into his side and reaching for the bowl of popcorn in his lap. “Although, y’may have a point. He is into some weird shit,” Nathan muttered, slipping his arm around you. “You sound like yeh know what you’re talkin’ about. What are you, some sort of horror aficionado?” he asked, glancing down at you and you snorted.
“I wouldn’t go that far, but I do love me some good horror,” you answered with a smirk and Nathan frowned.
“If that’s true, then why d’yeh get so freaked out every time I die?” he asked, poking you in the side. To this you drew yourself up, jabbing him right back.
“Hey! You know for a fact that’s different!” you huffed indignantly. Even if logically I know y’can’t die, it still hurts havin’ t’watch it happen,” you snapped, knowing damn well he knew what that felt like, being on the other end of it a couple times now.
Nathan sombered at your words, throwing his hands up in surrender before drawing you back to his side. “Alrigh’, alrigh’, point made,” he grumbled, grabbing a handful of popcorn to shove into his mouth.
“Thank you, now quiet,” you hissed, settling back in, “th’movie’s about to start.”
About thirty minutes in you began to suspect Nathan wasn’t even really paying attention, his gaze continuously wandering over to you as his hand began to wander as well. Ignoring him the best you could, you focused on the movie, every so often gently picking up his hand and moving it, amused at his growing impatience.
“[y/n],” he murmured, a hint of a whine in his lilting voice and you finally turned to look at him, giving him your full attention.
“Yes?” you asked innocently, cocking an eyebrow at him, fighting back an amused grin at the pout on his lips.
“Don’t tell me you’re really not in th’mood for a little makeout sesh?” he asked indignantly, shooting you a knowing look. “I mean, the night is young, th’moon is full,” he exclaimed dramatically, gesturing to the sliding glass door where indeed the full moon could be seen hanging low in the sky. “So what’re you gunna do with me?”
Shaking your head ruefully, no longer able to keep the coy grin from your face, you pushed him to his back, moving the popcorn bowl to climb astride him, leaning closer.
“You’re lucky I’ve already seen this movie before,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his while teasingly shifting your hips to grind against him, bringing a soft groan to his lips, which you eagerly swallowed, taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
“Y’know, you never answered my question,” Nathan pointed out, his hands gliding under your shirt, pushing it up to bare your midriff. Smirking, you shed it, tossing it to the floor, the movie playing on forgotten as Nathan’s hands eagerly traveled up your back, reaching for the clasp of your bra as you leaned over him once again, kissing his neck.
“You--really--wanna know--what I’m gunna--do--with you?” you asked between open mouthed kisses against his pulse point, the last kiss turning to a sharp bite as you listened to the movie, waiting for your cue to strike.
Distracted, Nathan still fumbled with your bra. “Yeah, I do,” he insisted, and with an evil grin you sat up abruptly, grabbing his sides where you knew he was most ticklish right during the big jumpscare and Nathan screamed in alarm, rolling off the couch with you to land on the floor with a grunt in a tangled mess of limbs, the popcorn flying everywhere.
“Jaysus fuck!” he exclaimed, trying to catch his breath and untangle himself while you laughed breathlessly, collapsing against him, laughing too hard to get up.
“Evil!” Nathan cried indignantly, bristling at your laughter, though his arms found their way around you, pulling you closer. “You little minx!” he exclaimed as your peals of laughter began to subside.
“Oh, I got you good!” you gasped.
“Oh, ha ha, yes,” Nathan replied, unamused, though he fought a grin. “Are y’proud of yourself?”
“Yes, very,” you answered, rolling toward him and running your finger down the bridge of his nose.
“Mhmm, laugh it up,” he murmured, rolling on top of you and pinning you under him, “cause payback’s a bitch!”
Unable to escape as he tickled you back, you laughed til tears leaked down your face, crying for a truce, which Nathan finally granted you, having other ideas in mind and you moaned as his lips found yours, the movie truly forgotten now.
Dear best friend, could I please request some sean x reader fluff to help me get through the rest of this shitty day/week? I'd be eternally grateful. Maybe with some Derek shenanigans thrown in if you're cool with that. Just whenever you can get to it. You're the best. Thank you for everything. 💖💖💖
word count: 1.5k
a/n: Pushing this prompt to the top of the list bc you need all the fluff and comfort. I hope you enjoy!
“Yo, dog, what’re you doin’ later tonight?” Derek asked as he leaned back on the couch, folding his hands behind his head as he glanced over at his friend.
“I’m pickin’ up [y/n] and we’re goin’ out star-gazin’. There’s supposed t’be this big meteor shower tonight and I wanna get some long exposure shots,” Sean explained.
“Ooo, look at you mister romantic,” Derek teased, reaching over to nudge Sean’s arm.
“You know it,” he replied with a smirk, waggling his eyebrows.
“You gunna get lucky under the stars, bro?” Derek asked with a cheeky grin, dodging the swat aimed at his arm.
“Hey c’mon man, no,” Sean exclaimed, biting back a grin until he caught his friend’s eyes and they both snorted, dissolving into laughter.
“Yeah, uh huh,” Derek commented skeptically, amusement thick in his voice.
“It’s gunna be too cold out for that Derek,” Sean countered, rolling his eyes. “I need t’make some hot chocolate to bring,” he mused, making a mental list of everything he’d need to get around for the night.
“Yeah well, bring lots of blankets, I dunno,” Derek replied with a shrug. “You can get frisky under a blanket.”
Sean gave him a long suffering look, but he couldn’t stop grinning for long, the idea rather tempting.
“Well, either way, I hope you two lovebirds have fun.”
“Thanks man,” Sean replied, his voice sobering, infinitely thankful for his friend’s presence, especially every time he remembered how close he’d been to losing him.
“I mean, I kinda have to live vicariously through you, since I’m still single, so…” Derek shrugged.
“We’ll find yeh a girl yet, mate. Then y’can come on double dates with us,” Sean teased as Derek grinned wider.
“Hey now, don’t joke with a brother, now. I’m holdin’ you to that!”
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“Oh my God, will you look at that view?” you gasped as you stepped out of the car and turned your face to the heavens. The lights of the city were far enough away that you could see the stars twinkling back at you crisper than you’d seen them in a long time, the sight leaving you in awe.
Across the car Sean smiled to himself as he watched you. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” he murmured.
“It really is,” you breathed, not realizing he was talking about you. “This was such a good idea, Sean, I can’t remember the last time I went stargazing, let alone saw a meteor shower.”
“Well, I’m just glad it’s such a clear night. The forecast originally called for clouds,” he replied, tearing his eyes from you to start unpacking the car and soon he had his camera set up on the tripod and several blankets laid out nearby.
“What kinds of shots are you hoping to get tonight?” you asked as you settled atop the blankets, crossing your legs under you, the chill in the air already making you shiver and you threw one of the blankets around your shoulders, drawing it in tight.
“Oh, some long exposure shots of th’stars, hopefully catch some of the meteor shower. Might set the shutter speed for longer and do some time lapse shots,” Sean mused as he checked the camera, turning it on you for a moment and snapping a picture while you were unprepared.
“Plus there’s always room for more candids of you,” he teased, taking another as you tilted your head and stuck your tongue out at him, ready this time.
“Absolutely stunnin’,” he murmured with a grin as he checked the LCD screen before his gaze flicked back up to you.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re lucky you’re so cute,” you countered, which only made Sean’s grin widen.
“I am rather cute, aren’t I?” he joked, his eyes meeting yours as he repositioned his camera, amusement dancing in his irises.
“And so humble too,” you teased.
“Well, I’ve been spending a lot of time with this girl, and she keeps tellin’ me that, so I’m startin’ t’believe it.”
Feeling your cheeks heat, you hid your fond smile behind your scarf, burying your face in the warm chunky wool as you watched Sean snap several photos of the night sky, the click of the shutter delayed to catch the stars in sharp detail.
That was when you saw the first falling star streak across the sky. “Sean, did you see that?” you gasped, pointing, your eyes searching the heavens for more.
“I did!” he cried excitedly, snapping another photo as more meteors trailed across the star speckled expanse before winking out of sight.
After taking several more shots Sean set up the camera for a longer time lapse photo before settling down on the blanket next to you.
“There,” he exclaimed, and you opened the blanket around you to share as he scooted closer, wrapping the other end around his shoulders. “Oh God, [y/n], your hands are freezin’,” he said, quickly enveloping your hands in his, bringing them to his lips to blow on.
“Yours aren’t much warmer,” you pointed out with a laugh, though Sean’s breath helped.
“Hmm, you’re right,” he agreed with a chuckle. “How about some hot chocolate? That should warm us up.”
“Sounds divine,” you exclaimed, though silently lamenting when his hands left yours to reach for the thermos nearby.
Sean poured two steaming mugs and you sighed as you wrapped your hands around the one he handed to you — your favourite mug to use whenever you were at his place. After he’d noticed you using it every time you came to visit he officially designated it as yours, always having it at the ready for you to use.
“Much better,” you exclaimed, breathing in the steam from the cocoa and leaning against his shoulder as you sipped, your gaze continually slipping from the starry expanse overhead to the man next to you.
Once you’d finished your mugs Sean got back up to check the camera, setting up another shot before joining you again, this time pulling you against his side as he laid back, one arm around you while the other rested behind his head. His warmth seeped into you and you snuggled closer, gasping in awe as the meteor shower began in earnest, the inky sky filled with streaks of light, hurtling across the heavens before blinking out again.
“How many wishes have y’made?” Sean asked, his breath misting in the cool air as he broke the silence of the night around you and you turned your face to him.
“What d’you mean?”
“Well, aren’tcha supposed t’make a wish on a fallin’ star?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye as he grinned back at you.
“I guess so,” you chuckled, his grip around your shoulder tightening as he squeezed you.
“Then what’re y’waitin’ for sweetheart? You’ve missed so many opportunities already,” he commented in faux seriousness, gesturing toward the sky before his grin returned, unable to hold it back any longer.
“Okay, okay!” you laughed. “Well, what about you? What’ve you wished for?” you asked as you caught sight of another meteor, silently making a wish.
“I can’t tell you that,” he said with a gasp.
“Why not?”
“Don’t you know it won’t come true then?” he teased and you poked him lightly in the ribs.
“You know, I think someone just made that up because they were too embarrassed to say what their wish was,” you countered thoughtfully.
“Well, do y’blame ‘em?” Sean countered, raising an eyebrow at you. “Most wishes are really personal. Would you wanna tell me what you wished for?” he asked, holding your gaze and you felt your breath catch.
“I wish you’d kiss me right now,” you murmured and for a moment Sean watched you, his eyes searching yours before a soft grin split his face and he rolled toward you, catching your lips with his as his hand slipped behind your head, cradling you, pulling you closer. Instinctively you clutched at his jacket, kissing him back, your heart in your throat.
“Oh, [y/n],” he exclaimed, pulling back slightly, “your lips are so cold. D’you want me t’warm them up for you?”
Cheeky bastard, you thought fondly, unable to stop smiling.
“If you’d be so kind, Sean, but first--”
Before you could finish your sentence his mouth had once more descended on yours and your words melted to a soft moan.
“Sorry, got a little over eager there, but can y’blame me?” he murmured against your lips with a soft laugh, smiling down at you, “what were y’sayin’ darlin’?”
“What did you wish for?” you asked, your hand at his lapel coming up to stroke the side of his face and he leaned into your touch, green eyes sparkling.
“Oh, that? I wished for more nights like this one.”
Your grin widened as you stared up at him, not even upset that you were missing the meteor shower continuing above you, already dazzled by the man in your arms.
“What a coincidence, I just wished for that too.”
Pulling Sean back to you, you let your eyes flutter shut as he picked up where he’d left off, his kisses warming you better even than the hot chocolate had.
I would totally like to hear more about Aev and Sean's wedding. Is Derek the best man or has he convinced them to let him officiate? Is Aev's father there or is that a touchy subject? Is Sean the wedding photographer or is he allowing someone else to be behind the camera so he can live in the moment? Is Aev doing the whole 'something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue?' thing? If so, what's hers? Just tell me allll the stuff.
sjdjdjsksk mel ily, giving me an excuse to talk about my babies 😭
omg lmao I’m picturing Derek as the officiant now and I’m cracking upppp
but he’d definitely be the best man (la la la that’s the sound of me ignoring canon events and being happy lol)
Rowan would be one of the groomsmen (tho he’d probably be the only other one, since the wedding party would be small)
Neither Sean or Aev are very religious, so they’d have a justice of the peace officiate
They have an outdoors autumn wedding before it gets too cold out, but the leaves are starting to change colours
The colour sceme is navy, teal, & gold
Sean doesn’t wear a traditional tux, but a button down shirt (with the sleeves rolled up) and a tweed vest & suspenders and a navy tie.
As you know when they first begin dating, Aev’s parents aren’t exactly fond of Sean but eventually they begin to get along, Sean having a heart to heart with her dad after their engagement. it also doesn’t hurt that his photography starts to take off and he starts having more of a stable income to provide for Aev (even tho she contributes as well, thankyouverymuch)
Aev does talk Sean into hiring a photographer for the big day, but Sean ends up behind his camera anyway, taking candids of the guests and so many of Aev until she takes the camera from him, telling him she wants him in some of the photos and that he’s taken enough and it’s time for him to enjoy the day.
At first he’s reluctant to trust someone else to capture their memories, but he ends up thankful that he does, losing himself in dancing with Aev.
let’s see, something old - her dress (it’s vintage), something new & blue - her shoes (teal converse), & lastly, something borrowed - the necklace she wears belongs to her grandmother
It's not really a secret, but you inspired me to write that series, so thank youuu lol
I decided to give Win/Reader the power I did because I'm a sucker for fire related powers in general but also I wanted her to have some Liz Sherman vibes. The runner up for her powers was the ability to control electricity.
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