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aphroditesmoon · 5 months

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heyy for the clarisse head cannons, maybe a enemies to lovers w clarisse

enemies to lovers hcs with clarisse

clarisse la rue x fem!reader

warnings: fighting, mild violence, kissing.

- I feel like you would probably be in athena cabin or hermes, (or whichever ur prefer)

- clarisse has a lot of people who hate her, but no one brave enough to challenge he, until she met you.

- the two of you match eachother's skills, and it's frustrating for clarisse to admit that you're actually good.

- "you really think you're all that, don't you?"

- "of course not, we both know no ones better than you, clarisse."

- you probably meant it literally, but everyone watching laughs anyway.

- everytime you spar with her, its not because you want to humiliate her but simply because you're intrigued by clarisse.

she was an angry, violent girl, and you wondered deep down if that was the only side of her that existed.

- she doesn't know that ofc.

- she thinks everytime you try to be funny or nice to her, you're just being patronizing.

- for example, when you tell her she's not that bad or try to help her up after you win she's sure that you meant it in a mocking way.

- that was until she got beef with the new kid percy jackson and he broke her spear 💀

- when you found her alone in the ares cabin while everyone's eating dinner, you tried to comfort her. she doesn't appreciate the notion.

- "you shouldn't have went after him, clarisse." you told her.

- "how was I supposed to know he was a son of the big three?" she snapped back, refusing to look anywhere else but atnthe spear.

- the cabin was sileny for a moment before yoi spoke again, "maybe you could give it over to the haphaestus kids, they could fix it."

- "this is a magical spear, not a normal one." she answers back.

- she assumed you came to gloat, to tell her she deserved it, to call her a bully like everyone else did, but she was weirdly comforted by your presence instead. she didn't have to lie or pretend to be strong in front of you, something she learned of after a few months in of sparring with you is that you wouldn't hit someone during their weakest.

- "I remember the first gift my mom/dad gave me when I first got here. a knife, It meant so much to me, but I didn't know that it wasn't invincible, I broke it while trying to pull it out of a tree after I accidentally staked it into."

- clarisse was quiet for a moment before turning to you with a frown and said: "that's so stupid."

- you smiled at her and nodded your head. "yeah it was." she smiled back at you and shook her head. "I can't believe thats the same person who beat my ass last week."

- your eyes widened. "I can't believe you're actually admitting that I've beat your ass." she scoffed at that.

- "how did it end up in the tree anyways?" She asked. you blinked for a few times and reluctantly responded, "I tried to carve my name onto the tree." you could tell clarisse was so baffled by it that she wanted to laugh, but instead she just stared at you with her mouth wide open.

- "thats-" "stupid, yeah, you already said that."

- "carving your name on a tree? really? what, were you 10 years old or something?"

- you were 10. "I was 10 actually." "oh." her face relaxed, all of it finally making sense.

- "anyways, what I mean is, at least your spear went out in a fight. I'm sure your father must be really proud of you."

- clarisse looked away immediately, as if the idea of her father at all, hurted her.

- "you know nothing about my father."

- you shrugged and sat next to her on her bed. "I don't, but I know you. and I'd say you did pretty damn well.".

- you expected her to snap at you again, that was her thing, confronted by kindness or any kind of empathy, fight or flight. but instead she smiled sadly at you. "you think so?"

- you answered yes and inched closer to her. "everyone at camp is either scared of you, or they respect you. that respect didn't come out of nowhere."

- clarisse nodded her head, staring back down at the spear on her lap. "do you really think they can fix it?"

- "it's worth a try." you told her.

- the next time you see her was the following day after she and the other cabin leaders were gathered together for Percy to choose for his quest.

- you noticed she still tries ti act cold with you, but she was less meaner than before.

- "chiron gathered the best of the best to join the quest." she had told you when you asked her where she went.

- "and he asked you to be there?"

- "what, you don't think im good all of the sudden?" she asks, glaring at you.

- you rolled your eyes at her. "I know you're good, but I also know that you tried to kill Percy yesterday, not exactly team spirit is it?"

- she considered it for a moment and shrugged. "who cares, at least that punk will be gone for a while. everything can go back to normal." you follow her as she walked out of the cabin with a normal spear.

- "normal as in?"

- "normal as in, I'm going to kick your ass."

- the two of you sparred for an hour and a half, you wont say that you were holding back today, but you weren't exactly giving her your all. you liked to see the eay she smiled everytime she won, even if it was annoyingly smug.

- that same night, rumors were going around that clarisse was going soft. breaking her infamous spear, befriending her nemesis.

- "we're not friends," she told her cabin siblings. "It's not my fault she's obsessed with me."

- when word got out about what she said, you decided that maybe trying to get to know clarisse was a bad idea. not really being the confrontational kind of person, you just stopped talkiing to her.

- it was a few days later when she went out of her way to find you. all the cabins were in disarray. they were all choosing sides between zeus and poseidon after the news broke that the two powerful gods we're against eachother.

- uncharacteristically, clarisse aided with poseidon. she weighed her choices as cabin leader and daughter of ares and decided it was the best option

- (if you're a daughter of athena) then, you sided with zeus. athena is known to having feud with the god poseidon, and you would side your mother.

- (if you're in the other cabins), then you just use the feud as an excuse to not talk to her, claiming that all kinds of provocative interaction should be kept om a liminal time.

- clarisse found you in the bathroom and tried to get you to listen to her.

- "you're saying that this feud bothers you so much that you've just completely stopped talking to me?"

- "I think, that I'd like to stop being so obsessed with you, considering it was you who said that you wanted me out of your hair."

- she chased after you as you walked out of the bathroom and pulled you to the side.

- " I didn't mean it that way." she was lying and you both knew that.

- "you know what your problem is clarisse? you care so much of what other people think of you, what their perception of you is like. people who wouldn't blink twice if you were in danger. but what about the people who do care about you? the people who want to keep caring about you?"

- your words caught her off guard, she knew it was her fault but she didn't think as far as you had said.

- "I care about you too." she says honestly.

- "you don't hurt people you care about." and she knew that. she knew what it felt like to be scorned and hated by the person you love. and clarisse la rue, will not be like her father.

- "give me one chance to make it up to you, let us start over again." she pleaded.

- you might resent her for what she had done, but that doesn't mean you're immune to her wishes. "one chance."

- "one chance." she agreed.

- the next day, while everyone was out practising, she finda you helping a younger girl in your camp with her stance in fighting and called you to the side.

- "I got something for you." she said.

- the two of you walked a bit further away from other people but she stopped and pull out something from her pocket.

- "the haphaestus kids couldn't fix my spear, but I did get them to work out something new for you."

- it was a knife, similar to your old on2, but the engraved heart shape on the black holder was different. The holder was made if rubbee, easier to grip, and the tip was sharper than anything you've seen.

- "this is for me?" she nodded and placed it into your right palm.

- "it's not magical, but it'll be useful."

- you did not hesitate to pull her by the back of her head to lean down and meet your lips halfway.

- and she did not hesitate to wrap her own arms around your nwck and waist to kiss you back just as strongly.

- "I'm gonna get laughed at for this aren't I?" she muttered against your lips as she pulls away slightly.

- "not something you can't handle." you decided with a small smile on your lips.

- "right, definitely not something I can't handle." she agreed.

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #pjo series #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #the lightning thief #dior goodjohn #wlw

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thebiscuitlabryinth · 3 months

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Here is a secret: Pure Vanilla Cookie had felt like he was being watched for a long, long time.

He can't quite pinpoint when exactly that started, if it was before or after he earned his Soul Jam. He thinks it must have been after, because he thinks he wrote it off as the Light of Truth's presence, but the specifics don't really matter. Either way, the feeling of eyes on him had been so constant that it faded into normalcy, and he hadn't noticed it since.

Until now.

Now, with Shadow Milk Cookie breaching the seal, and crumbling Elder Faerie Cookie, and White Lily Cookie becoming the new Guardian of the Seal, and White Lily Cookie being really and truly back in the first place and– and—

The point is that Pure Vanilla is quickly realising that a lot of his prior assumptions don't hold weight anymore. A lot of things he had believed to be unshakeable truths turned out to be wrong or, even worse... well, lies.

And these realisations aren't all bad, truly. Some are sweet with relief and the familiar scent of lilies. But his feelings on the matter aren't helped by the fact that suddenly, for the first time in years, he can feel those eyes on him again in piercing clarity, burning with a malice he had failed to notice all this time.

Pure Vanilla does his best to leave them be, focusing on the unmistakeable warmth of White Lily at his side, and the determined hearts of the children, and everything that needs to be done. It is uncomfortable, but it is manageable.

Delivering word to Crispia about the situation is no quick business, let alone waiting for word to return back. As such, they are staying in Faeriewood for the foreseeable future, waiting on a response from the Republic or the other Heroes. The Faerie Cookies are lovely and more than welcome to the notion, though that is hardly a surprise with how beloved White Lily is to them, and rightly so.

Pure Vanilla Cookie, to his credit, does his best to relax as they wait, but it is increasingly difficult as time wears on. He cannot bear to go anywhere near the Silver Tree, because the weight of that gaze increases by a tenfold whenever he is anywhere near its vicinity, almost crushing him, as if urging him to- well, it makes navigating the Faerie Kingdom difficult, if he cannot get too close to its centre.

Pure Vanilla sighs from where he is settled gingerly down among the soft pastels of the flowers, nestled carefully beneath the shade of the bending canopy of less dangerous trees. From here, he can see White Lily's radiant figure across the bridges and walkways, roped up in conversation with the Silver Tree Knights and surely discussing her new title and all that may entail. Whatever the case, he is content to have her within his sight, soothing some age-old nerves.

He busies his hands with a flower crown, the repetitive motions helping to distract from the twisting trunks of the trees lingering in the corner of his vision, their silvery bark marred with dozens of squinting eyes, black as shadows with vibrant blue—

No, no, no – but it's too late, Pure Vanilla's hands stumbling on his work and crushing a flower in his clumsiness. Regret instantly soaks into his core, and he hurriedly releases the poor bud, only feeling worse when he sees that some of its nectar and colour has stained his hands. Such delicate beauty, destroyed by his own foolishness. He certainly can't give this crown to White Lily now.

Bitterly unwanted, the thought that Shadow Milk must be laughing at him now flits across his mind, and he drops the flower crown like its petals are dripping poison, lest he ruin it any further.

In the end, no matter how much he pushes it aside, his thoughts always swing back to the same dreadful realisation. If Shadow Milk has been watching him all along - and deep down, Pure Vanilla knows it to be true, even though he hates it - then he must have seen everything. Every moment he was vulnerable, every moment he was hiding, every moment he thought was private.

It's terrifying. His mind keeps reeling at the mere idea, flicking through his lowest moments with the aching, sickening knowledge that he had seen it all. It feels unfathomably invasive, almost as much as Shadow Milk's voice burrowing into his head like it belongs there. Nothing Pure Vanilla has experienced has been solely his own, and it seems like it never was.

Pure Vanilla is saved from his own sinking thoughts by the gentle warble of birdsong, and grateful for the distraction, he looks up to find a small bird descending from the canopy. Admittedly, it is different from the blue birds he is used to, looking to be a spore variant of some sort, but he smiles at it just as cheerfully.

"Hello, chickadee. How are you today?" He greets affectionately, voice warming as he holds out a hand for the spore bird to land on. It does with a chirped greeting back, and for the briefest, most blissful moment, Pure Vanilla feels light with the simplest happiness.

And then the bird looks up at him, with not two, or four, but countless eyes opening across its entire body, inky black and mockingly blue.

Pure Vanilla startles fiercely, jolting back and shutting his eyes tightly on instinct, and the movement is more than enough to scare the bird away, but he is too occupied with fumbling for his staff in the grass beside him to pay it any mind.

Finally, his fingers find purchase, and he hastily lifts the staff upright, half-leaning against it as he looks through its eye. The pupil darts around until it lands on the bird once more, where it has fled back to a perch among the branches.

It looks normal, or as normal as a spore variant can be. It certainly doesn't have a hundred knowing eyes.

The trees don't have eyes either, for that matter.

Pure Vanilla presses his forehead against his staff, desperately tempted to keep his eyes closed forever, to rely solely on his staff so he doesn't have to risk seeing anything unreal. It's a dangerous, guilty thought, but it persists even when he gathers the strength to crack his own eyes open once more.

He blinks once, twice, hesitantly looking around.

There are no eyes. Just a spooked spore bird in the canopy, a half-crushed flower crown hanging off his lap, and White Lily in the distance, now joined by an energetic Gingerbrave and his friends.

Pure Vanilla watches for a moment, waiting. When everything remains as it is, he sighs again, heavily, wearily, and sinks back into the bed of flowers, holding his staff to his chest in a loose grip, even as he lays down.

He thinks he hears a mean giggle chime faintly in his ears, but what does he know? That's probably a lie too.

#here's a ficlet because i couldn't help myself #personally if i got told by The Worst Person I've Ever Met that they had been watching me all along #that'd be a major cause for psychological distress!! i think!!#also i am a huge supporter and believer of sm living in pv's head moving forward #but just know that the eyes in this fic?? that is all pv babyy #pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #← technically. his presence is felt #cookie run kingdom #crk #the biscuit library

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fallingdownhell · 1 year

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Hello!

Could I request headcanons of Diluc, Xiao Zhongli, and Ayato with a demonic water dragon s/o?

Her dragon form is huge, with a serpent-like body, covered in scales blacker than the night, has 2 pairs of horns (the top pair curve upward and the bottom pair curve downward), sharp fangs and claws.

I'm gonna be honest, I have never written anything like this. It's new, but I like to challenge myself, so thank you. Hope I could satisfy you with the way I went about it.

Characters Included: Diluc; Xiao; Zhongli; Ayato

Content: gender neutral reader; shapeshifting; established relationship (Diluc; Ayato); getting together (Xiao; Zhongli);

Word count: 2,5k words

Hope you like it and sorry it took me so long to write.

Diluc

he would be absolutely clueless

he thinks you're a normal human just like him, only that you are a little obsessed with water and always want to be close to a big body of water

It's a good thing that Dawn Winery is so close to a huge lake

he always knows he can find you there, sitting by the shore if he can't find you anywhere else in the mansion

today however, something was not right when he went looking for you down at the shore

he saw you sitting there, feet in the cold water of the lake, nothing unusual about that

but... was there something laying behind you? Why was is swinging side to side from time to time? And why did your head look kinda weird, too?

Diluc didn't know what to think or expect, but he went closer to you nonetheless, not wanting to assume

When he did get closer, he noticed that those things seemed to be attached to you

As he was pracitcally behind you now, he finally made his presence known and you immediately jumped up, scared out of your mind since you didn't notice anyone approaching you. You even let out a deep, warning growl until you realized that it was Diluc

You started to relax a bit, but as you saw how he was looking at you, you realized that you forgot about something very important

Before you could run away - which you were definitely trying to do just now - Diluc grabbed you by the wrist, silently begging you to stay

You reluctantly do so, expecting to be bombarded with questions, which... never came?

He was just standing there, taking in your half-transformed state and with each passing second, you grew more and more restless

Soon enough, the questions started to come, but instead of being all over the place, he seemed to keep his cool, asking you one thing after the other

He even asked to see your other form, but you declined that, not wanting to shock him any more than you already have. He accepts that, but deep down, he really does want to see it

Surprisingly to you, he doesn't seem too put off about that reveal. Sure he has to get used to the fact that you are... dragon? Half-dragon? Diluc isn't too sure, but he doesn't mind

After all, this detail didn't change anything about the feelings you both had for the other. So why would he change his views of you? It was just another aspect of you and he could understand why you kept that hidden from him

Not many people would react to such a revelation the way he had reacted

Does ask to see your full form from time to time, but never pressuring you. He's just really interested, he was fascinated by the color of your scales at that time already, he couldn't imagine what it would look like when your entire body was covered in them

When you finally agree, he is mesmerized by your sheer size and the colours, absolutely can NOT take his eyes off of you

Swears to protect your secret and falls even more in love with you when he learns that you can also transform into a half-half form

Overall a pretty positive reaction from him, which you would have never thought would happen, but you sure as hell aren't complaining about it

Xiao

Immediatley knows.. upon your first meeting he just knows that something is up with you

you are no adeptus, but you aren't a human being either

yet he can't seem to figure it out, either, and that bothers him

he is supposed to protect this land, yet how can he do that when he can't even pick out what exactly you are

would keep taps on you and your activities, trying to determine wether or not you would become a threat he has to exterminate

he follows you around for quite some time. In fact, it almost becomes a routine for him and he doesn't realize it but at some point, he also knows your usual schedule by heart

why does he want to smile whenever he sees you interact with the children of Liyue Harbor? What is this warm feeling inside his chest?

Panics when he realizes this and tries to keep his distance from now on, but he quickly learns that he can't seem to stay away from you for too long

there's just something about you that keeps pulling him in, wether he wants to or not... and he also still has to make sure you're not a threat.. at least, that's what he tells himself

if he were to be honest, deep down, he was already convinced that you're not dangerous, but he needs and excuse to come and see you

that is, until one fateful day

he was fighting against some demonic creatures at Yaoguang Shoal. There were many of them and they kept coming, his karmic debt starting to wear him down as well

he was threatening to be overpowered, not being able to control the pain any longer since he had been fighting for quite some time already, when a huge shadow appeared out of nowhere

as he saw this huge dragon form approaching, he mentally prepared himself for a fight, but also for the possibilty of his death... when suddenly, against his expectations, the dragon attacked the demonic creatures instead of him

stunned for a second, Xiao quickly recovered and joined the fight again, this time at the side of this unexpected ally

with the help, it was over pretty quickly, but Xiao kept his guard up, not being able to predict what would happen next

then, the form of the dragon started to glow, then began to shrink until it was as small as a human. The glow kept fading and then the next moment, he was facing you

Xiao was confused, the emotions for once being obviously displayed on his face as he looked at you, connecting the dots in his head

"There, now you finally know. Can you stop stalking me now?"

You said this, with a teasing smile on your lips, indicating that you were aware of him all along, but seemingly not minding it that much.

On the other hand, Xiao was mortified. Without any reply, he teleported back to Wangshuu Inn, where he tried to process what had just happened

He kept to himself for a few days, and probably would have done so for longer, if it wasn't for you, seeking him out to talk to him about all the things that had happened

from this point on would be where your relationship started to bloom, Xiao slowly coming to terms with his feelings for you

he is not bothered by your upbringing at all. In fact, this meant that you were "blessed" with a long life just like him, so he wouldn't have to fear losing you far too soon again

sure, he still has to get used to it, but he is fascinated more than anything else. Constantly asks you questions, wanting to learn all there is about you

would care deeply for you, and depending on your believes, would keep it a secret from others if you were to ask this of him

Zhongli

just like Xiao, he also knows immediately that something is up with you

but unlike the adeptus that watches over Liyue, Zhongli figures it out on his own rather quickly

after all, he spent many years as a dragon himself, so of course he would recognise someone of that species

but it still gets him thinking... because, dragons don't exist that largly anymore, especially not the ones with the ability to shapeshift

he really wants to approach you and talk to you about this topic, but he also knows that he can't, as it would probably come across as creepy, especially if he were to bring something like that up in broad daylight with people surrounding you all

so, instead, he invites you out for a day. You spend the entire afternoon and evening together, ending the little get-together with a walk around the almost abandoned harbor at night

This is when Zhongli decides to bring this topic up, having felt the urge to ask you throughout the entire day

when he does, your eyes widen, not having expected anyone to ever get behind your little secret. You were scared.. scared of what he might do to you and him telling everyone else

Zhongli on the other hand, only now realized why you were looking so scared. He wanted to assure you that he would not tell anyone, but he also knew that you were not likely to believe him at all. He had to prove himself somehow..

and the only way he could think of would be to reveal his true identity to you, as well

at first, you obviously don't believe him, because... who would? A random person, claiming to be the God of Contracts, watching over the entire nation of Liyue? Yeah, as if.

But then, you have no choice but to believe him when he transforms into a half human, half dragon state infront of your very eyes

you suddenly feel extremely connected to him and instead of saying anything, simply follow his example, revealing half of your dragon form to him

Zhongli is mesmerized by the beauty the colour of your scales take. He wants nothing more than to trace along them with his fingers, the urge almost too strong to resist, but he does

you two begin to bond over that shared experience, your connection growing stronger and stronger with each passing day

your identites are a secret to everyone except you two, which only helps in strengthening that shared bond

it's hard to say who falls in love first, but it's not like that matters. It happened and that's the only important thing, since it led to the most fulfilling and loved relationship you ever had

Zhongli was enamoured with you, willing to do anything for you. Plus, he was an expert at keeping things hidden from other people, so you would never have to worry about people finding out about you. At least if you don't want that to happen

Either way, Zhongli swore to always stay by your side and protect you, and he plans on keeping this promise....always

Ayato

he would be just as clueless as Diluc

sure, he and his people did make a background-check on you before Ayato started to pursue you romantically, but that didn't bring anything unusual to light

nowadays, you and Ayato were engaged, with you already living with him at the Kamisato estate

he loved the open affinity you displayed towards water. He could often find you sitting outside, looking out towards the sea, lost in your own thoughts

you never seemed to care about the weather. More often than once had he found you sitting outside at night, the cold not seeming to bother you at all

At times like these, he would go grab a blanket before he sat down behind you, wrapping you two into the warmth of the fabric as you lean back against his chest, still looking towards the ocean

you also once told him that you adored the fact he had been blessed with a hydro vision. According to you, it made him smell like the ocean you so adored, his touch cool and calming on your skin

at first, he was a bit taken aback by the statement, but once he thought about it, he couldn't help but seeing it as a compliment towards him

at some point, the guilt starts to build up inside you, feeling bad that you hide such an important thing about yourself

you feel like he should know before you guys get married, since it might change his view on you. And what if he someday finds out by accident and then accuses you of lying to him?

No, you definitely don't want that to happen, so you decide to tell him

You write Ayato a little note, telling him to meet you down at the beach where you two can talk in private

he is a bit concerned at this, trying to think if he did something wrong or if he might have upset you in any way

instead of meeting you after his work, he decides to abandon it alltogether, making his way to you immediately

you're a bit surprised to see him this early, but you also welcome it. This way, you don't have time to overthink things and just tell him

When you tell him that you want to share a secret with him, Ayato is perplexed at first. He thought that there was nothing kept hidden between the two of you, but he also didn't want to judge just based on this statement

so, he tried to keep an open mind and signaled for you to tell him. When you did, it was obvious he didn't believe you. He didn't need to say anything, his eyes were telling it all

so, with a deep breath in, you started to transform entirely, your form growing huge, scales as dark as the night decorating your entire body, until Ayato was a mere peck of dust next to you

He watched all of this happen, equally terrified as well as fascinated. He honest to god thought you were joking, that this was one of those pranks people like to play on their significant others

you, after having proven your point, transformed back, now looking unsure, not knowing what to expect of his reaction

he, in the most diplomatic tone ever, told you that he would need some time to think, which you nodded, understanding that request fully

so, you waited. And those days were the absolute horror for you. Luckily, it didn't seem like Ayato told anyone, the people of the estate still talking to you and treating you like they usually did

but you haven't seen or heard anything from Ayato at all

the first time he comes to you again is after five days. And what he does confuses you even more. He just comes up to you, kissing you on the cheek and greeting you good morning like nothing had happened

before you have the chance to ask him about it, he is gone again, so you wait until you catch him in a quiet moment

And when you ask him about it, he just shrugs his shoulders. "Well, you're still you. That fact doesn't change anything. You're still my spouse and I still love you."

You're beyond relieved that he's not bothered by it, having expected the worst already

Ayato on the other hand, doesn't want to admit it, but that little revelation made him even more whipped for you than he already was

But that's something that you don't have to know about...

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 6 months

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m6 with an mc who gets really cuddly when tired but also gets too tired to speak so they kinda just follow them around and lean against them/snuggle them until they either fall asleep or the other takes the hint and cuddles them?

The Arcana Mini-HCs: When MC gets cuddly when they're tired

Julian: delighted and distracted. delighted because he adores you and he craves affection and you're covering him with it even though you're too sleepy to speak - and distracted because he has a brain that rarely stops running and it keeps bouncing between you and his other three trains of thought (help)

Asra: oh, you are their kind of person! snuggles are a number one priority in his space, so he's dropping whatever he was working on to find an ideal napping spot for the two of you to curl up in. They do this too, by the way, so be prepared for early morning breakfasts to involve a fluffy head on your shoulder

Nadia: knows that she's ultimately going to have to choose between you and the thing that she's working on and hates it. loves being reminded that you love her, but her sense of duty is so strong that she's not going to cave very easily. Ends up making a spot for you to nap nearby while she works

Muriel: so. very. flustered. he can't blame you, he knows he's a walking space heater and apparently the kind of presence that attracts all manner of small creatures to nap on him. But it's also physical affection from the world's most lovable person and it's making his brain malfunction

Portia: oh my gosh, you're adorable. someone stop her before her cuteness aggression gets out of hand and she squeezes you too hard. this habit of yours is actually very good for her, because she's a tiny bit of a workaholic and this is hands-down one of the most effective ways to help her relax

Lucio: heck yeah, he's down to cuddle. at least for a little bit, because it's the middle of the day and he's not tired yet and he gets restless if he has to sit still for too long. likes watching your sleepy blinks especially, something about those tired eyes trusting him with your safety while you doze is precious

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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wosoluver · 2 months

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You always know what to say and do.

Andrea Medina x reader

-> got this idea while watching her tiktok, where they're playing the marshmallow game, so if you want some good context to it, pls look it up. Once again this is fictional, and don't necessarily reflect the reality, although Andrea has been open about her ADHD and hyperactivity.

TW: angst, anxiety attack (sort of), mentions of hyperactivity and feelings of anxiety.

You and your girlfriend were almost never apart. You thrive in each-others presence. Always a safe place to joke around, talk, sing, cry or sometimes just sit around in comfortable silence. And by silence it actually meant you were relaxing quietly while Andrea walked around talking nonstop.

It never bothered her because she knew you were paying attention to her every move and words, and it made her feel like someone was actually listening to her. And you, you loved those moments more than anything. It didn't bother you either, to you, her voice was the most relaxing sound, you could listen to her jokes all day. You loved that despite knowing you had a way lower energy level, she could always still be one hundred percent herself, even if it meant enduring her hyperactive self. It was indeed very comforting having someone so opposite to you that yet complemented you perfectly deep down inside.

So when she called you up at 3 AM crying, your heart broke. It was hard enough being away from each other, when she was away with the sub 20 national team. This time they were away for a game against Germany, and the call was unexpected to say the least. Even though you would spend hours on facetime, she usually slept like a baby through the night, especially after training for hours. That's one of the only things that would really drain some energy out of her.

Andrea was the type of person to never break down in front of others, so when she called you in the middle of the night, you knew it was bad.

"What happened amor? Why are you crying?" - you asked desperately.

You could barely make up the words she was saying through the phone.

"Breathe okay? I'm here, cry all you need and then talk to me amor" -

It took around ten minutes for her cries to die down.

"Everyone hates me!" - "They think I am annoying and they don't want me around!" -

"Did someone say that to you?"-

She shook her head while she spoke - "No, but I know it, I can tell"-

"Baby, tell me what happened okay? Is Ornella with you?" -

"No, we're not sharing rooms this week." - I nodded to her, reassuring her to continue - "We were at Martina's room and I had an idea for a tiktok, you know the one marshmallow two marshmallow game?"

"Yes I saw you posted it earlier. But what happened?" -

"While we were filming, it felt like everyone was so annoyed at me, like they were tired and that I was taking up space you know? I know not a lot of people can deal with the way I am, but I don't know, I just thought we were all good friends, and that it would be fun..."-

"Cariño, I wish I could hold you right now." - you say sadly - "But we've talked about this. You can't live worrying if others might be bothered by it. It's who you are! You don't have to feel bad for the ones around you! I hate that you felt that way today, I just wish I could be there with you."

"I love the girls and I just sometimes forget how overbearing I can be. It's kind of hard, when I'm back home with you, Lola, Cris, Wifi and the team I don't even think about it, I don't worry. I forget how much support I have and I'm so thankful. And I love you amor. So much." -

By now you were tearing up. For the last year and a half, you've seen her through it all, and you knew her pain. You knew how hard it was for her to say it out loud, even more to anyone that was not the reflection in her mirror. She keeps her smile up even when she feels the saddest. Your guess was that she kept that fake smile and jokes, kept it up until she was finally alone in the hotel room. And then just exploded from her feelings. And you guessed it right.

She only decided to call you when she realized she couldn't calm down by herself. That was, after hours of crying.

"Was Ornella there?" - you ask already knowing the answer as she shook her head no. You knew if she was, this most likely wouldn't have happened.

"How about you take hot a shower? I'll stay on the call, and when you're done we can go to sleep?" - She easily gave in to your idea, knowing that's exactly what she needed right now, besides the cuddle that she wouldn't be getting till next monday.

After taking a rather quick shower not wanting to be away from the call too long, she put on the hoodie she brought along that smelled like you. The piece of clothing was her own, but it acquired the smell from how much you wore it around the apartment.

Laying back down on the bed and going under the covers, she focused once again on the phone screen.

"Better?" she only nodded quickly - "I love you, Andrea, so much. And I know that if Ornella was there you would've felt seen and safer. But you can't depend on having one of us by your side, to feel like you deserve to be who you are. I know Lola and I talk about it a lot, but it's true. You can't be careful around others at the expense of your own feelings. It's not healthy. They can remove themselves if they'd like. By now we know that some people don't have much patience unfortunately. They have no idea the gem they're missing on, my love." -

"Gracias bebé, for knowing what to say and do. I know I need to work on fighting these feelings off. And promise tomorrow I'll follow the drill and try to stay close to Ornella. Even though that's the opposite of what you just said." - seemly as on queue she let's out an yawn.

"Okay baby. I'll leave you to get some sleep then."

She immediately protested -"Please stay until one of us falls a sleep?" -

You couldn't say no to her.

Took a little bit of my own personal experience to write this one and hope it also helps anyone in need of some comfort and reassuring words. 🩷

Also my first time writing, so I'd love to hear your thoughts and advice. This feels like it needs some improvement.

#espwnt #woso #womens football #atletico madrid femenino #andrea medina #woso x reader #andrea medina x reader

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creedslove · 7 months

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We need Joel meet his new sweetheart at a gym. He was helping her with heavy equipment, because some assholes left heavy weight on a poll for lifting and left her yoga corner filled with weights she can't move without straining herself. (Sorry my English is lacking here as you see 😂)

So she is like coffee, as a thank you?

And Joel said sure. He has girlfriend at home, but love is not there between them for a while now. So he is not feeling very guilty about it. And rumors says, she was planning on dumping him anyway, but is with him by convince. So he is just... Not very hesitant, when you two ended up on a little date after gym two times a week. 😉

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: cheating, infidelity, mentions of smut, Joel being soft

A/N: bestie, this wonderful idea has been living rent-free in my mind for days!!! Bless you for it honey ❤️

O.8k words

Your soft breathing against his skin while Joel tried not to doze off after his orgasm haze and the peace and tiredness that took over his body showed that unlike him, you'd successfully managed to relax and fell asleep on him. He rubbed your skin gently, kissing your neck as his rough fingers ran up and down your arm and Joel thought of what he was doing in his life.

Tess would probably be waiting for him back home, it was Saturday, she was probably making them meatloaf, and her meatloaf was really bad. Not that it even mattered to Joel, lately anything that had to do with her was bad and sour to him. He didn't care about her or her stupid efforts anymore, just as he didn't feel any regret towards his little affair with you. If some months ago someone had told him he would be cheating on his girlfriend, Joel would probably punch whoever made that accusation, but then, he wouldn't believe it if someone told him his girlfriend Tess, would be having an affair with her co-worker.

Ever since he grabbed her phone to order them some pizza and he came across some steamy messages she was exchanging with a guy named 'Tom' he stopped caring about her, her feelings, her presence. He knew Tim, thinking back a year or so ago, when he reluctantly accepted Tess's invitation to be her plus one at her office's Christmas party, he remembered that annoying guy from accounting who wouldn't keep his eyes off her. Unlike Joel, who only threw some jeans, flannels and a jacket on, Tim always wore a pathetic suit; when they shook hands and greeted each other, he noticed how soft the other man's hand was compared to his. He didn't actually know when his girlfriend's affair had started, probably when Tess - who used to climb Joel and ride him at every single opportunity, simply stopped coming after him, making up excuses not to touch or be touched by him.

It was around the same time he found out about the texts that Joel met you. He had seen you before, of course he had, he wasn't blind after all, it would be nearly damn impossible for him to pretend not to see you in your stupidly tight yoga clothes, or how you would flash your beautiful smile around, greeting everyone you saw - him included. You had never interacted further than that until the day you found the place you usually trained clogged with a bunch of equipment people left behind. You felt so annoyed at that, why did people have to do that? If it weren't for the handsome gentleman whose name was Joel - you learned later - who helped you get those shit out of your way, you wouldn't have been able to train. Not that at that point it mattered something at all, because all you could focus was on Joel. He was so handsome, devilish handsome. But he was also sexy, rough and you couldn't help yourself but check on him at every opportunity, catching him stealing glances at you every so often, it wasn't a surprise when he asked you out for a coffee, that quickly turned into more than just one coffee and before either of you realized what was happening, you were sleeping together. Twice a week, after working out, you'd hop into his truck and be driven to a cheap motel where Joel Miller would fuck you exactly the way you deserved it. You thought the thrill and the lust would fade eventually, but it didn't, and even if you weren't happy to learn he had a girlfriend, it didn't bother you as much as you knew it should. Joel on the other hand, had made plans of breaking up with Tess, but as his affair with you progressed, he thought it would be more suitable to just simply give her a taste of her own medicine, find out for herself what it felt like to be betrayed and cheated on by someone who supposedly loved her. He just didn't think he would be too attached to you, just like you ended up getting attached to him.

As you moved on top of Joel, you nuzzled his naked chest, opening your eyes lazily and smiling to see him there. His hands traveled through your body, making you relaxed under his touch, it felt pretty good.

"It's time to go?" You asked him with a hint of sadness, you knew he would have to go back to his girlfriend and you'd go home, thinking of the man who was yours at the same time he really wasn't. However, this time Joel stroked your cheek, shaking his head softly

"We can stay a little longer, darlin'..." He closed his eyes the moment your lips traced your way along his shoulder going to his arms. You sank your teeth into his biceps, giving it a love bite and giggling to yourself. It was impossible to resist Joel.

In return, he swatted your ass cheeks, spanking you and making you squeal.

"Let's stay the night Joel… forget about her, you have me now" you asked him with pleading eyes

"I've already forgotten about her, you are all I care"

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immortalsys · 3 months

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Kaeya (angst) Headcanons !!! yayy

Tw religous themes

- He has a golden eye, which he hides beneath the patch. Around it, there's a burn scar, but his vision recovered itself through the use of khemia. His tears are golden, too.

- When he first arrived in Mondstadt, he had a strong, "strange" accent which faded over time. His way of speaking was also odd; it resembled the vocabulary of ancient Mond. This also faded away.

- Being near Statues of the Seven triggers chronic pains in his joints and weighs down his body. Looking at them results in eye-pain, especially the golden one. This pain lessens when he lowers his head in respect.

- The Statues terrified him as a child. Even as an adult, there is a primal, creeping anxiety blossoming anytime he gets close.

- Additionally, the Wind has been a suspiciously reactive element; near Statues, it wraps around him, both as comfort and silent warning. It becomes icy and sharp on days he bitterly thinks of home, warm and soothing on restless nights he spends patrolling.

- He does not pray. However, he isn't blind to signs either.

- He's forgotten some of the spoken language and runes of khaenriah. They still manage to haunt his dreams almost each night, follow him in Domains.

- speaking of; He hears echoed cries in ancient domains. Begs to save them, to free them of their agony, to stay. He does his best to ignore them.

- His own vision hurts. Wearing it at all weighs his body down, though using it not only creates joint pain, but lines of corruption zapping up his skin as well. They fade quickly, yet leave a hollow agony behind.

- He always knew Venti was Barbatos; what else would make him freeze in terror like that but a God? ... Over time he's come to relax in his presence, the alcohol certainly helps.

- He's had nightmares about That Night with Diluc so many times he can't remember what really happened anymore

- Speaking of; he dreams of Mondstadt burning down a lot. Of having to choose one day. Of the kids he grew up with back home, of them screaming for help. Of the faces of the elders, calling out for him. Their golden boy, their hope, their future.

- Klee reminds him of young Diluc. Maybe that's why he's so lenient and protective of her.

- He has written over a dozen letters to Diluc but never sent any.

- Helping out elderly in Mondstadt makes him feel more genuine and fake all the same; and too often, their faces merge with one's of the past.

- He knows Diluc visits Crepus' grave at least three times a year. His father's birthday, deathday, and Dilucs own birthday. Kaeya watches from the cathedral, legs itching to man up and join him. He's never managed to build up the courage to do so.

- The cold of Dragonspine is surprisingly soothing to his pains. He guesses that's also the case for Albedo, and why the Researcher stays there majority of the year.

- Speaking of; Albedo. He feels some kind of kinship with the man. They've talked a bit, but he's never been brave enough to bring up Khaenriah.

#immortalsystem #kaeya headcanons #kaeya alberich #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact #headcanon #khaenri'ah #genshin barbatos #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #ragbros #crepus ragnvindr #angst

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ghostlynachopanda · 1 year

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Kiss

a/n: the wifi in my apartment has been out for 3 days?? I'm gonna throw hands with management stg. I wrote this at 4am this time so it might suck but we get jealous Wednesday and a first kiss. Enjoy this one pals, especially you Alex.

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

words: 2.2k

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Wednesday woke up to the sounds of heavy rain against the large window in her dorm. She could feel the cold seeping through the window and biting at her skin when she removed her blanket. To her surprise and satisfaction, Enid was already gone. Today, Wednesday took her time getting ready. There were no noises disturbing the morning silence or stopping her from enjoying the morning chill. When Wednesday was ready, she headed down to breakfast. Intending to join you, even if you’re not fully awake.

Wednesday scans the dining hall, and it doesn't take long to spot you in your usual seat. This time, you have company: Enid. Wednesday tries not to let it bother her, there's no reason you can't hang out with Enid. You're friends, after all.

But, Enid was sitting in Wednesday's spot, and that makes her pause. Enid was sitting closer than Wednesday normally would, talking to you animatedly about something Wednesday couldn't hear. You were smiling and laughing along with whatever mindless things Enid was saying. Your attention was fully on Enid and whatever unintelligent things she was saying. It made Wednesday's chest tighten with something she was unfamiliar with.

Wednesday doesn't like it, not one bit. Wednesday quickly makes her way to the two of you, finally making her presence known. You notice her first.

"Oh, good morning Wednesday," you said, voice light and a little breathy. Wednesday's eyes settle on your figure, taking in your relaxed posture. You take her in too,

"Howdy roomie, sleep well?" Enid asks.

"Enid, have you eaten breakfast yet?" Wednesday asks next.

"Not yet, I was a little busy-"

"Go get it." Wednesday snapped, eyes not leaving you. Both of you missed the knowing smile on Enid's face

"Sure! Either of you want anything while I'm up?" she asks, schooling her features while standing.

"If I need anything I'll get it myself, thank you though" you answered gently, once again, turning your attention to her.

"Alright, Wednesday?"

Wednesday clenches her jaw, her voice tight with irritation, "No."

With that, Enid walked towards the long line of students waiting for their breakfast. You softly sighed in relief, Enid was extra enthusiastic this morning. You looked down for a moment, just to gather some energy before addressing Wednesday.

"Sorry about that, she kind of just showed up," you said tiredly, before looking up to meet her gaze. Wednesday hasn’t moved from her spot, just staring at you. After a beat, she moves to the spot Enid previously occupied; moving to sit just as close, it surprised you.

“Wednesday?” you asked softly, so gently it made the squeezing in her chest loosen just slightly. Wednesday decides no one else gets the privilege of hearing how soft your voice can get.

“You are to stay by my side the rest of the day.” she proclaimed, surprising you even more.

“But that’s not-” you tried to reject that idea, but Wednesday was not having that.

“It’s the weekend, there are no classes. You can spend the rest of the day with me without further issues.” you look at her face closely, seeing satisfaction cross her features for a fraction of a second before going back to her deadpan look.

You want to laugh at the absurdity of the demand, at how it makes you feel. You and Wednesday spend a lot of time together already, but hearing her say it out loud is hilarious. Does she not realize just how much time you spend together?

All you can manage is a small smile and a breathy laugh, unconsciously leaning into her. Causing her to look at you, eyes softening but also showing confusion. She doesn't understand why you're laughing. Before you could answer Enid comes back pouting, "Hey guys! Sorry, that took so long, the line was really long. They didn’t have any good things left,"

Your attention snaps away from Wednesday, and embarrassment colors your cheeks; you hadn't realized how close you and Wednesday were. Sitting up straight, you clear your throat before speaking, "It’s alright, the line looked long from here."

Enid sits down across from you, in her rightful spot Wednesday notes. She isn't sure why Enid seems so relentless in talking to you today. She watches the two of you converse; Wednesday watches how you put more space between the two of you, leaning more to your other side. You look tired, your eyes slightly drooping but still managing to be fully in your conversation with Enid. Her name pulls her from her thoughts, "Wednesday, you should go get some breakfast before they run out." Enid said.

"I'm not interested in mediocre-" you cut Wednesday off.

"You should eat something. You'll get hungry before lunch if you don't," you say gently. Wednesday is taken aback, she didn’t know you knew that about her.

"You need to eat too," Wednesday replies. She watches as you shake your head lightly, "I'm okay, I'm not too hungry right now. Go get something before they close the line down,"

Wednesday releases a sharp exhale, not liking how soft your voice is; at least in front of Enid. She doesn't like how it affects her either. Wednesday looks at you sharply, "Fine, but I'm getting you one thing and you will eat it. Understand?" she leaves before you can answer though.

You watch her stomp to the, now, empty line of students. Once Wednesday is out of earshot Enid asks, "Soo, have you guys kissed yet?" causing you to choke on air.

"What kind of question is that?" you cough out, cheeks promptly turning a deep red. You're fully awake now, "Enid, you can't just ask someone that question out of nowhere."

"We're practically besties, so I can. Now answer my question! I wanna know everything!" she says animatedly, a teasing glint in her eyes, watching you look down bashfully. Enid is fully aware you two haven't kissed. She just wants to put the idea in your head.

Your mind goes through every interaction you've had with Wednesday. Truthfully, kissing hadn't crossed your mind, too busy enjoying being with Wednesday to consider something that intimate. You're not even sure Wednesday would consider that,, kissing you. Now looking back on it, there had been ample opportunities to do so. Realizing this made the redness in your cheeks spread to your ears and neck, making Enid laugh.

Wednesday comes out of the line to see this; your head is down and everything from the neck up is red, blushing, and Enid looks to be ruthlessly teasing you. The scene causes something to burn inside her chest. Wednesday dislikes it, everything about it. What had Enid said to make you that red? Her feet are moving before she can comprehend it.

The sound of a tray loudly hitting the table startles you and Enid. Wednesday scans the table, you're still avoiding eye contact and Enid is sending her a proud smile. That smile irks Wednesday for an unknown reason. She reclaims her appropriate spot next to you before wordlessly sliding an apple in front of you.

Wednesday watches you silently take the apple and start eating it, whatever Enid has said to you is still affecting you. Wednesday despises the effect Enid has on you; she's glaring at Enid before she can think about it. All Enid does is send her a smirk and a wink before walking off, irritating Wednesday even more.

The rest of breakfast is blissfully quiet, aside from the quiet chewing from both you and Wednesday. Both of your thoughts are racing, both for different reasons. Your thoughts consist of what it would be like to kiss Wednesday, trying to desperately push that thought out so you can act somewhat normal. Her thoughts stuck on what Enid had done to make you react that way and how she, herself, could get you to react that way.

After finishing breakfast Wednesday stands quietly and offers her tray to put your trash on. Once the core of the apple settles next to her trash she walks to the nearest trashcan. You take a breath and shake your head, gathering what little thoughts you have. When Wednesday comes back you look at her and nod, signaling you're ready to leave.

Both of you are making your way through the doors of the dining hall when someone calls for you, "Hey cutie! You got any plans? I was gonna go hang out with Enid and the group later if you wanna join," both of you and Wednesday turn around to find Yoko.

You stupidly point at yourself, she laughs exuberantly in response and walks closer to you two. When she's close enough she wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you away from Wednesday and into her own personal space. It infuriates Wednesday, and the fire in her chest grows warmer. Before you can politely decline the invitation Wednesday barks out, "We already have plans,"

Yoko raises an eyebrow, "Oh yeah, like what? Sitting around and reading a boring old book? Doesn’t sound that entertaining to me," she refutes, antagonizing Wednesday.

"Don't be surprised if there's another garlic incident," Wednesday replies sharply, grabbing your hand and dragging you away. Completely missing Yoko shiver, turn to Enid, and whisper, "Please don’t make me do that again. I might actually die.."

The walk to the dorm was quick, not once did Wednesday let go of your hand. Her grip tighten halfway through when yet another person called out for you. She had no intention of letting anyone steal your attention away from her so she kept walking. When you both reached her room, she all but pushed you inside and closed the door harshly.

Wednesday took a few calming breaths before turning around to speak, "I didn’t realize you were so popular"

"yeah, I didn’t either," you reply, a laugh mixed with a sigh. You were tired, all these interactions so early in the morning were draining.

"Don’t-" Wednesday starts but quickly cuts herself off. She sharply exhales, miffed by how this whole situation affected her. She had no idea what she was feeling but she knew she didn’t like you being casually touched or someone else making you blush.

"Wednesday, are you okay?" you ask carefully, gently. It's something only Wednesday should get to hear, no one else should get the privilege — the pleasure. She decides no one else gets to have you the way she does, not in any capacity.

"What were you and Enid talking about earlier?" she asks, ignoring your concerns. She watches as your face turns red again, the burning sensation in her chest threatens to engulf her.

"She was just teasing me about tripping the other day," you lie through your teeth, hoping it’s a reasonable excuse. It's not, Wednesday sees right through it. She takes methodical steps towards you, hoping you don’t notice the fire in her eyes; hoping you don’t step away, you don’t, you never would. She's close now, close enough to feel her breath on your skin.

"You’re lying to me," she says evenly, not offended in the slightest. She watches your eyes travel every inch of her face, your attention fully on her, and the fire in her chest subsides slightly.

She watches your breath hitch, eyes landing on her lips more often than anything else on her face. Wednesday realizes then what the burning feeling was — jealousy. The burning acidity of jealousy that came with the thought of sharing you with someone else, the thought of losing you. No, she can't have that; no one else can have you.

"Look at me," she said quietly, not wanting to scare you away. She watches you tear your gaze away from her lips to look into her eyes. She sees something in your eyes, something akin to adoration and devotion. The same look is reflected in her own eyes. She likes that look in your eyes, she decides.

You hold eye contact, holding your breath; too afraid to disrupt the still air. Wednesday moves first, grabbing the collar of your shirt and dragging your lips to hers. It's not what you imagined your first kiss would be like, but the kiss emits overwhelming emotion. Both of you close your eyes to revel in the feeling. The feeling of her lips grazing yours is heavenly, nothing short of perfect.

You reach out to grab her jaw and the back of her neck, keeping her from leaving. Wednesday didn’t realize just how much she wanted this, needed to kiss you. Neither of you is sure how much time had passed, but it hasn't been long enough. Her lips unintentionally tremble with the overwhelming emotions she feels. You pull back then, afraid you went too far.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away-" you rushed out, moving to let go and step back but you're cut off.

"Again," Wednesday demands, reaching to pull you back, not ready to have your lips part from hers. Even as close as you are, it's not close enough. She wants to feel your body against hers and feel your lips on hers. She sees you smile before connecting your lips to hers.

Wednesday decides then that she doesn't want to live without the feeling of your lips on hers. She wants to make it a daily occurrence, wants to make it part of her daily routine. She could see herself becoming addicted to this feeling.

Wednesday has always been repulsed by her parent's displays of affection, but if this is how it feels then maybe she understands.

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#wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka

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lunexrin · 9 months

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𝑩𝑳𝑼𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺.

(𝐹𝐸𝑀! 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑅)

𝑴𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑬𝑹 as your partner.

disclaimer: this was a lot harder than it looks (to write about this egoistic monster lol.) i haven't read the manga at all, but based on what i've seen, i think this is how he'll be as a s/o. sorry if this isn't accurate!

a little suggestive towards the end. (i will put a mdni divider, and that's where the suggestive part starts. you can stop reading if you feel uncomfortable!)

There were only two of how he could be; either leave you in a crying mess every time you caught him in another's bed or he would just be downright worship you. But in this case, it was the latter, fortunately.

Michael rolls around the bed, his hands desperately trying to find his beloved's perfect waist. He reaches it, and pulls himself closer to her. "Mein liebling.." he whines, burying his face into her stomach. "I know that you are mad but.. you won't leave, won't you? "

Michael kissed you, a rough, possessive kiss. Pulling you close, burying your face in his chest. His arms wrapped around your figure tightly and squeezed you further into his being, as to further emphasize his point. "This pretty thing you're hitting on, she's my girl. Right, liebling? " He shifts his gaze towards yours, and grins when you prove his point. Looking back at the guy who was hitting on you, he glared, but that grin never left his face. "Screw off," he said, like the proudest man in the world.

"My goddess.." he whispers, sliding his lips from your wrist and to the very end of your fingers as he got down on one knee. "You're so beautiful.." he whispers again, his rough hands gently caressing your sides— your waist, all the way down to your hips. He loves the fact how gorgeous you look in the black dress he bought for you, to wear at a special event tonight; a celebration party of his team after winning a big match. He couldn't wait to flaunt you off to his teammates. "Here, let me put it on for you." He grabbed the pair of high heels you wanted to wear for the night, lifting up your foot and gently slid them on. He even did the complicated straps delicately, with full care. That just shows how much he loves you, and how much he worships you.

Spoils you rotten. He bought a luxurious car for you on your birthday, a year after you both got together. He took you shopping at the end of the month on the weekends when he is on his day off. He made sure that even if he was not there with you, money wouldn't be a problem if you wanted to spend it on your wants and needs— by giving you his black cards.

He would go nuts if your presence is blinded from his gaze, even for just a minute. He would anxiously search for you with his eyes in the middle of the game— he got it together for sure, but it won't last long. Of course that he won't let this be the reason he slacks off in the middle of the game and makes it the reason he lost the match, but at the same time he couldn't bear the idea of losing you. Really, his teammates had to restrain him from sprinting across the field to the bleachers, to find you row by row. Turns out you paid a quick visit to the toilets, and he could finally relax again, grinning and throwing a wink as he sees you waving at him.

Randomly grope you out of nowhere. Be it in public or in private. He just can't bear to keep his hands off of you— even for just about 5 minutes while waiting in line trying to get some fucking ice cream. He loves to hear you shriek, and would lean into your ear, whispering cruel things that shouldn't have been said in the moment. "Shush.. don't wanna be a bad example for the kids 'round here right, sugar?" But of course, he wouldn't let anyone see the action. He'd feel as if he betrayed himself and you by giving anyone else's eyes the pleasure of the show displayed— your round, fit bottom.

Aftercare. He would pull you in close, caressing the back of your head while cradling you against his chest like a baby. He knows that he was rough with you, not to mention the whole episode of him degrading the shit out of you earlier. But he wasn't going to let you suffer and in pain even after the passionate night— or day you just shared. He'd make sure to whisper sweet things in your ear, and maybe some snarky, dirty remarks that would make you pinch his arm, and he'll complain of how it hurts. "I had to say, you know how I hated it when you got hurt but.. earlier was a different case— ow!" He claimed, pouting from the pinch you gave him. But then he grins again, chuckling. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips, the grin turned into a small, genuine smile. "Okay, okay.. I love you, l'right? Now, get some sleep, sleeping beauty. The pain will go away soon, hopefully." He laughs when you pinch his arm again, and pulls you closer, further into his warm embrace.

#bllk fic #bllk fluff #bllk smut #bllk headcanons #bllk x you #bllk x y/n #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock #michael kaiser #kaiser michael #kaiser x you #kaiser x reader #kaiser x y/n #kaiser headcanons #bllk kaiser #blue lock kaiser #blue lock michael kaiser

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streaminn · 10 months

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Remember my streamer Wednesday au? The one where Wenclair are oddly close, basically codependent and practically dating except there is no label?

Yeah no, they kiss

Like regularly

Why?

Well, it starts like this

Enid does it on a whim. She just got into her job in a bar and she's anxious: she's worries on how Wednesday will fare alone in the house, would it really be alright for Enid to leave? What if something happens, what if enid is too late

No no-

But then the smell of dark chocolate hits Enid and she sinks into the hold of Wednesday. Immediately she relaxes, calmed by the way her roomie rubs her fingers against the skin of her back, tracing scars with her cool hand.

"I'll be waiting," Wednesday murmurs, pressing her face into her werewolf's chest. "now go, don't embarrass us by being late."

Enid nods, hopping to her feet with a laugh. "ofcourse weds!" she chirps, pulling on her shoes and just as she turns the door, the blond shifts and leans forward to give a small bit of affection like they've always done

Except, Wednesday wasn't in position like always and so her lips brushes against hers in the softest of pecks

"bye bye Willa!" Enid calls, leaving the house with a wave and she feels revitalized as she walks down the road. Her shoulders feel free and for the longest time, Enid finally thinks that maybe there is no harm in leaving the den once in a while

Maybe her and Wednesday can go on a walk sometimes? That'd be nice

It isn't until she's deep in her shift does the wolf realize wtf she just did and she shoots to her phone in a panic

Wednesday's hourly check in text is still there, she mentions a simple "im alive, Enid" right on the dot and yet it doesn't bring the same relief as before. Well that's a lie, knowing that Wednesday is alive and well will always make enid happy but there is something else simmering in Enid's mind as she reads their texts

Oh gosh

Enid and Wednesday has kissed before, but not on the lips-

That's what boyfriend girlfriends do, It's what mates do! And last she knows they aren't that.

But it was nice, a part of her thinks and Enid can't find it in herself to disagree

Wednesday didn't mention it either and as the two pick up a convo on what Enid should cook as she gets home, the wolf doesn't know what to explain the bittersweet churn of relief and disappointment in her stomach

It's been hours now and when Enid unlocks the door, she tilts her head at the fast footsteps speeding right towards her.

Wednesday slides in, looking as unbothered as ever in her oversized clothes and before the wolf knows it, she's pulled down and into a kiss

It's soft, it's fast and it's absolutely the same way Enid did it when she left.

Wednesday is still holding onto the collar of enid's work uniform when she pulls back and there's a twinkle of satisfaction in her eyes, it's enough to let Enid sink and pull the girl into a hug

"welcome home," Wednesday says, as if she didn't just purposefully kissed her roommate

"I- I'm home," Enid murmurs, absolutely drowning in the comforting presence of the girl she loves

So now they have a routine, Enid gives a kiss to Wednesday when she leaves and Wednesday gives a kiss when Enid returns. The wolf thinks it's greetings and goodbyes

Wednesday knows it something else

#Wenclair #Streamer Wednesday au #Wednesday addams #Enid sinclair #Writing

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boosterwithad · 11 months

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All the headcanons for my ships. I might update this sometimes.

Ships include: Soapghost, Alegraves, Pricegaz, and Körangi. BUT i might add Krüni (Krüger x Oni), we'll see.

SoapGhost

- Johnny can't cook. He tries, he tries so hard. He meticulously follows each instruction in the recipe, but it still comes out burnt or nasty. Simon, on the other hand, throws some shit in a pot, stirs it for a second and it tastes fucking amazing.

- Johnny can't cook, BUT he can clean. He's good at cleaning, like he kicks Simon out of the apartment, deep cleans it, and lets him back in to a fresh apartment clean as the day they first got it.

- Johnny can bake. And he loves baking. He used to bake on base whenever he was bored. It gave him something to do with his hands. Simon picked it up, but he mostly likes the decorating part. So, they opened up a small bakery near Johnny's hometown. Riley isn't allowed there, but it's alright because Johnny's sister and her kids love him.

- Sometimes they'll just sit together and do nothing. Johnny is drawing while Simon is flopped on his chest or playing with his hair. Just being in eachother's presence.

- They've got an old bomb dog. Riley. He's a good boy, can't see so well anymore, but he's happt to get loved on all day. He loves taking long walks through town with Simon.

- Simon runs cold, Johnny runs hot. Simon's favorite way to fuck with Johnny is to grab his pecs with his freezing cold hands and watch as Johnny squeals and smacks at him every time.

- Their petnames are weird. "L.t." for intance has become one. But Johnny will say more traditional ones just to make Simon flush. Simon isn't partial to cheesy nicknames, but occasionally a "honey" will slip out and Johnny will have to take a breather. Like, hand on counter fist over chest, sobbing and coughing type. He's a total simp.

- Most of the floors in their house are hardwood. Minus the kitchen and bathrooms. Simon hates carpet, he's seen how easily it get stained. John is indifferent, but he has to agree; Carpet never feels good on his feet.

- Johnny has absolutely NO filter. Whatever pops into his head is out his mouth before he knows it. Before they were dating, Johnny spat out a "Ye've got some bonnie chebs, Ghost" and had to use Simon's lack of scottish knowhow to bs his way out of that one.

- Simon is albino, he cannot go out into sunlight for too long. But Johnny really likes the beach. So obviously Johnny lugs a tent around for him.

- Simon hates needles, so Johnny helps him with his T shots.

- Simon struggles a lot with schizophrenic-like symptoms from his PTSD. Most of the time they're small auditory hallucinations, like someone calling his name, or the sound of gunfire. The more severe ones (which only really happen when he's off his meds) could be anything from fires to Joseph. He has a cocktail of drugs he takes just to keep them at bay.

- Johnny stims on everything. He cannot sit still, he'll either be bouncing from foot to foot or be antsy and restless. Simon has to kick him to make him stop every night because he just cannot relax.

It was such a bad issue that Johnny needed meds to feel normal. Sleeping pills and adhd meds. It made him feel really broken, until Simon started setting their pills out together. Simon is the strongest man Johnny knows, surely Johnny can't be broken if Simon takes meds, too.

- Johnny is 27, and Simon is 34.

- idk if I've ever explicitly said this but Simon has schizophrenia and complex-ptsd. The symptoms kinda mixed so he never really got diagnosed with schizophrenia until late in his career. It's rough, but he's pretty good at managing it. His best tactic is using his phone camera to determine wether or not he's hallucinating.

AleGraves

- Simon is lingeromantic caedsexual. It took him a very long time to trust Johnny completely. Johnny is pan, he wears his heart on his sleeve. His attractions are frequent but shallow, and Simon is the first he's found that he really got attached to.

- Johnny is obsessed with Simon's hair. Its fluffy and curly and he could run his hands through it all day.

- Alejandro is so gentle with Phillip. Normally, he's confident, and sure of himself. But he's never had a good thing in a while. Not since he and Rudy met. He's terrified he'll fuck it up.

- Phillip can't really cook in the way Alejandro is used to, but he does enjoy making Southern food for him. He also gets really upset when someone calls southern buscuits "Scones" because scones are made of sugar dammit.

- Alejandro loves to do Phillip's hair. He'll gently sit him in a tub and work soaps through his hair until Phillip is half asleep and his hair is clean.

- Their house is very cozy. It's got a stone fireplace and plenty of cushions and blankets. They even have a small library. The library may or may not be primarily made up of classified documents sandwiched with old history books.

- Both run cold. They cannot survive in weather below 65° F. They visited England once, to meet up with Price and Kyle, and regretted it.

- Once Alejandro got sent to Russia on a mission, Phillip never heard the end of it.

- Alejandro uses so many pet names. He only uses the cheesy Spanish ones. Like "Mi vida" and "Cariño" but his favorite is "Sombra". Phillip rarely uses any, but sometimes the southerner in him bares its ugly head and he lets a "honey" or "sugar" slip.

- Phillip is a big thrifter. It's a habit he never got over. He never hoards, but he might have a too-big collection of mugs

- Alejandro doesn't know Phillip speaks, or at least understands, Spanish. It's not that Phillip wants to keep the secret, but lazy nights when Alejandro is cooing spanish compliments at him in "secret" makes him keep it.

- Phillip religiously makes sweet tea. Every other day he refills a massive jug with it. Alejandro likes to pretend that he doesn't drink any, but he's shit at lying.

- Alejandro is the emotional one. He might not always be the best at handling them, but he's deffo not ashamed of them. Phil on the other hand was born in the conservative south to your typical toxically masculine family, he was ridiculed for showing emotions. Its embarrassing for him to show anything thats not anger, or to not be in control all the time.

- Alejandro has dermatillomania. He picks at his lips and whatever ingrown/double hairs he has on him, he rips the skin around his fingernails. It really frustrates him because he just can't stop. Phil has a knack for catching the behavior and redirecting his attention.

- Alejandro is obsessed with Phil's body. Not in a sexual way. But, he'll sit there with Phil in his lap just mapping him out with his hands with a massive grin on his face. His tummy, his muscles, his hips, Alejandro cannot get enough of him. He's just so damn pretty and Alejandro can't believe that Phil is his husband.

- Phil has the highest blood pressure man has ever seen. He is so stressed all the time, he looks about twice his age. Every night when he gets home, he'll shove his face into Alejandro's magical stress relieving titties and just cry.

- Phil is 38, Alejandro is 37

PriceGaz

- they've got a small, lithe cat. A grey-based calico named Magazine, they call her Maggie for short.

- Alejandro sends Phil pics of everything. Like if he was stationed in Germany, Phil would get pics of anything from a silly looking car to a mountain or sunset.

- They have a cat. He's old, and geriatric, and his name is Greg. They love him very much, but he only loves Simon.

- Kyle is a family man, and was so excited to show John his family. John's parents weren't in the picture. He grew up taking care of his three younger siblings. He was nervous to meet them, to tell them he didn't have a family like theirs. But Kyle's mother took one look at him, sat him down for tea, and they talked for a real long time.

- They probably live in a cabin on the seaside. It's small, probably only three rooms including the bathroom, but it's enough for them. They take turns cooking, or they do it together. Then, they take long walks down the beach to find shells.

- John is a space heater, and constantly wakes up with Kyle spread over his chest. Hell, even Greg has taken to suffocating him in his sleep.

- Neither of them regularly use petnames, but John certainly turns into a 50 year old southern woman whenever they're cooking. "Oh, sugar, don't burn yourself" and "Babe, be careful with that knife." Kyle thinks its charming.

- Kyle only wears clothes two sizes up. He hates tight fitting clothing, and he absolutely hates anything that shows any of his torso. It's his biggest insecurity. John knows, maybe Kyle's never told him, but he knows.

- Kyle loves smoker candles. Not because John smokes, but because it reminds him of his home. I'll let y'all unpack that one.

- They have two blankets on their bed because they steal from eachother. Kyle will take it, then John will take it back. Frustrates Kyle to no end.

- Kyle has a designated chair in John's office. It has his name on it (literally) and Kyle is always huffy when someone steals it.

- Kyle hates coffee. John hates tea. They complete eachother. Kyle does tease John about being a "shit brit"

- John's family is either dead, or too far away for him to know. IIt really doesn't bother him, since it all happened a long time ago, but he cant help but feeling a little miffed that he never knew his mom very well.

- Kyle's background is of them. None of his social media mentions their relationship, which makes him upset, but fraternization with your commanding officer is a big oopsie. His lockscreen is Greg, but his background is a collage of all of his favorite moments together. It rips him apart that he can't gush about his husband, you know, because its highly illegal.

Körangi

- John is 40, Kyle is 30.

- Kyle collects stupid instruments. Harmonica, spoons, singing bowl, kazoos. If they're small enough to fit in his pack, he grabs it.

- Kim's English is way better than König's. It was a suprise to them, since German is very close to English. Either way, Kim still makes fun of König (in jest, of course) for it.

- A lot of people expect Kim to be horrible with his money, but he's actually been clean from his addiction for a few years. He has a hefty sum in his accounts, and likes to let it sit and accumulate. König's is mostly empty, since he sends most of his money to his mother back in Austria. Kim is more than happy to pay for him too.

- König has to duck everywhere, and he never quite fits into bets right. When they got their first house, Kim said he'd take care of it. König didn't think much about it, until he got to the house for the first time. Every doorframe and ceiling was slightly taller. Tall enough that he didn't have to duck or crunch for space. Their bed was extra long and spacious, so he didn't have to crunch up or take up all the space.

- Kim is König's little hand warmer. He is small but he can heat a room in 5 minutes. König runs cold, like his hands will always be freezing. Its a real problem during the winter, but it's a perfect excuse for Kim to melt on König's chest when it too cold.

- Both use petnames. Never in English, König because he doesn't understand them, and Kim because he thinks they sound silly. König is a hopeless romantic, and probably would use something like "schatz", "suße" and "bienchen" while Kim would say "aein" only rarely.

- They've definitely learned enough of eachother's language to know what simple requests are. Kim will call across the house for König to do the dishes, and König will do them, then realize that not only was his request in Korean, but that he doesn't speak Korean.

- König has struggled with eating disorders his whole life. He was a twig in elementary school, and his mom fattened him up. But when he looked into the mirror after a few weeks, and saw a stomach, he nearly fainted. Kim didn't notice at first, König hides it really well. But after a while it's hard not to notice him refusing meals. He'll slip him something small, nothing scary.

- König can absolutely manhandle Kim and he uses it to his advantage. Kim can't reach something? Lift him up. Kim is angry? Pick him up. Kim is standing there all cute n' shit? Pick him up. Kim responds just like a cat, pout and all.

- Kim HATES fizzy drinks. They taste like static, and make his tummy hurt :( He'll wait for his sodas to go flat, ice them, then drink them. Like a psycho. König pretty much only drinks sparkling water and is mortified at Kim's soda habits.

- Kim's love language is touch. He likes to say he's not clingy, but König knows hes full of shit because he cannot sleep without him.

- König's is definitely gifts. He likes to give Kim rocks. He knows a lot about them, and they're really easy to come by. Other times he'll just give him random shit he picked up. A small peice of tarmac from Ukraine, a pebble from Nepal, a small bottle cap from Nicaragua. Kim has a whole collection of stuff from him and he refuses to give any of it up.

- Kim hates clothes. He'll just lounge around König's room in just his boxers or a pair of sweats. He likes being warm, not uncomfortably warm, but warm. König has an entire stash of Korean snacks for him since Kim hates western snacks (except for Blue Takis for some reason).

- Kim is 32, König is 33. Kim jokingly refers to him as a grandpa, to which König gently reminds him that, that would make him a grandma.

- König has THE thickest hair you will ever see in your life. It's curly but its super long so it's like a goddamn waterfall. Meanwhile Kim has really thin, and delicate hair. It's soft and silky.

- Kim does NOT do good in the dark. This man is terrified of being trapped in dark rooms. He clung to König like a baby every night until König realized what was wrong.

- they have a pikachu nightlight.

#pricegaz #gazprice #alegraves #ghostsoap #soapghost #phillip graves #alejandro vargas #john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #körangi #kim horangi hong jin #könig cod

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theshyspy · 2 years

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(𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭) 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 - 𝐡.𝐬

summary: in which yn is heartbroken and has a panic attack and Harry comforts her

a/n: i had a really clear plan for this from the beginning. it this that plan? no because I can't stick to plans either way I think it turned out kinda good so you should probably read.

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You didn’t think it would be much of a problem when your best friend, Hannah, moved in with her boyfriend and his roommate. But, of course, back then you had no plan on falling for the hot roommate, nor ending up as his girlfriend. It wouldn’t have been much of a…situation, hadn’t life pulled you in different directions and left you with a broken heart.

The cosy apartment had been like a second home, most of your nights spent safe in his arms as he gently played with your hair and lulled you to sleep. The softness of his voice and gentle words engraved in your memory.

It was just so easy giving him your everything. You had never felt so safe in love - casually wearing your heart on your sleeve everyday.

But now? You found the qhostlyness of the whole situation unbearable, always figuring that if you ever were to break up, you’d at least remain acquaintances. Never did you imagine how he’d make sure to be out whenever you visited or refuse to show up at events if you were there.

However, today was too big of a deal for your presence to matter. Your best friends engagement was being celebrated and you swore that you’d be civil. For the first time in what felt like forever, you’d be in the same, old apartment together. It was only a couple of hours, and part of your being was convinced you could deal with it.

It was only seconds, but it felt like minutes as you stood hesitantly outside the apartment complex. The nerves crippled through you, almost swallowing the bittersweet excitement you’d nourished the past weeks. Two of your best friends were celebrating their engagement, and you refused to let anything ruin the festive evening.

Taking in a sharp breath, you relaxed your tensed shoulders as you pressed the doorbell. It didn't take long until Hannah's voice erupted from the tiny speaker, welcoming you as the door opened.

Getting up the all too short flight of stairs, their front door came into view. You dried away the sweat forming in your palms before knocking, in a matter of seconds it swung open and revealed your best friend. Grinning, she ushered you inside and engulfed you in a side hug.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” she said, letting you go as you took off and hung the small coat you brought with you.

Smiling sympathetically, her voice softened before she continued. “But, just know you don’t need to stay, okay? Mark and I understand if it gets too hard or if you need to get out.”

Your eyes stayed glued at your coat as you offered a halfhearted smile. The gentleness in her tone tugged at your heartstrings, and having no faith in your voice, you kept quiet.

She knew you well enough to let it be as she quickly changed the topic again. “That dress looks amazing on you by the way. I'm glad I talked you into buying it.”

Snorting, you let her wrap an arm around your shoulders and lead you into the kitchen.

You grasped that you should’ve been thankful for the kindness and loving consideration. Knowing the soft spoken proposition came from nothing but pureness. But it was useless fighting the feeling as you found the compassion rather belittling. Embarrassed you were considered in need of reassurance while he so obviously were over you.

You’d been without him for so long, and not a day went by without you beating yourself up over how you let the memories of him keep holding in a chokehold. Why let him continue to break your heart - desperately hoping he’ll regret it - when he so clearly wouldn’t?

Theoretically, you knew she was the last person to ever judge you or your grieving process. But the fact that he had moved on, and you still found it hard not to break down as his voice played over the radio, was nothing but embarrassing.

Moving into the crowd, the humid air quickly embraced your bare arms. A distinct scent of alcohol travelled through the room, and your throat itched as it hit you. Partly in need for something to cool you down and for something to ease your throbbing heart.

Dancing queen blared through the speakers, and the “small gathering” Hannah had gone on and on about turned out to be anything but small. The optimistic side of you figured it was a good thing though, seeing how it lowered your chance of running into him.

You could just picture him, looking so effortlessly cool and completely unbothered by your presence. His body moving in that ridiculous way he insisted was dancing, but you both knew wasn't. Just knocking the air out of your chest as he cruelly reminded you of the times you missed.

“Here.”

Hannah’s loud voice was barely audible over the bass as she pulled you out of your thoughts. Waving a beer in front of your face, she grinned as you took it and gulped it down.

You normally wouldn’t, but you had no intentions on dealing with nerves keeping you on high alert. The night would be impossible to enjoy if you were to spend every second staring at the door, waiting for him to waltz in.

As the effect of your second and third bottle slowly oozed in, the night passed in a blur. You hadn’t felt that relaxed for weeks as his new songs had played over and over at the radio, (making the task of shutting him out impossible). You could block him on every platform and permanently remove his number from your phone, but what good did it do when the world seemed content reminding you he was out there, and thriving.

But now the alcohol was cursing through your veins, and you enjoyed the feeling. Swinging to the music and having your mind rest on anything other than him. It was nice, really nice.

Until he graced the corners of your eyes, demanding your attention and sobering you up.

He moved in the corner, away from the crowd with a girl by his side as they swayed to the music. Your heart dropped, every little piece of your body tensing up as you watched the scene. His hands were wrapped around her waist, the gentle grip he’d held you with a million times before. You could still feel his touch, the softness engraved in your mind.

As much as you wanted to, it was impossible to tear away your gaze. The scene burned itself into your brain and there wasn't a doubt in your mind it would haunt you for months.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his wild eyes met yours. With a burning sensation in your lungs you forced in a sharp breath as the room suddenly seemed too small for the both of you.

Automatically, your hand flew to the necklace resting on your collarbones and rubbed the hard material. The simple motion grounding you as your stomach twisted in the awfully familiar way.

It almost hurt, the way your heart slammed against your chest and your pulse rang in your ears. You must’ve been quite a sight, standing wide-eyed and tense.

Yet his expression felt gentle and familiar and you couldn’t help but long for the times he calmed the unease in your chest with a similar look.

Overwhelmed, you forced your eyes away and turned to Hannah. With a tight smile plastered on your lips, you mouthed how you needed some air as you tried to keep your cool. She must’ve been a little drunk, because she only sent you a thumbs up and grinned. You didn’t think much of it as you pushed through the flock surrounding you within a second of her response.

A few concerned glances were sent your way, and hadn’t it been for the high-pitched ring echoing through your ears, you would’ve minded. But you were too occupied dealing with tightened airways as you shut the apartment door behind you.

You rushed down a flight of stairs and lunged yourself down at the last step.

The breaths escaping your lips turned hyper and ragged as you rested your elbows on top of your knees. Your fingertips numb as they continued to fidget with the necklace.

Disappointment lingered in your stomach, almost feeling embarrassed over how little control you had over your own reaction. Just seeing him pushed you over the edge, bringing an overwhelming mixture of emotions to your chest and heart.

You couldn’t even tell what you felt, but something resembling a mixture of anger towards yourself for still being so caught up on him. And heartbroken at the sight of his body clinging to someone else, of how it reminded you of the early mornings spent dancing in the kitchen as the coffee brewed.

The amount of sleepless nights you’d spent fantasising about seeing him again in the familiar apartment were countless. You had rehearsed the reunion a million times over in your head, picturing how you’d play so nonchalant as you swept past him.

But as he actually stood there, right in front of you with the same gentle eyes and warm smile, you lost every sense of control and felt yourself spiral. It triggered some weird emotion and broke your heart all over again.

The air stung in your lungs as you pushed yourself upright. You couldn’t keep sitting, leg tapping as thoughts flooded your head. Pacing back and forth in the small space, you tried to calm the restlessness crippling through you.

Instinctively, your arms crossed over your chest as your head flung backwards. With parted lips, you let fast breaths move through you in hope one of them would leave you satisfied.

It didn’t take long before the room started spinning and you had to stretch out for the wall. With all your weight resting on your arm, the other hand pressed against your forehead.

“y/n?”

The careful tone caught your attention, but you didn’t turn your head. You were more familiar with the deep voice than you were with your own.

“Hey,” he cooed, jogging down the stairs until he placed himself right beside you. His arm found its usual spot around your lower back, steadying your unbalanced frame.

Every part of you reacted to his hand on your body, how his warm palm laid awfully close to your hips and the way his body fit perfectly against yours.

You had convinced yourself that the breakup and the following distance that had grown between you changed everything, but something about him had this undeniable effect on you. As much as you thought you would hate it, in this moment you were thankful.

“Hey, it's okay, you hear me? It’s okay, I just need you to take some deep breaths for me, can you do that?”

Nodding your head, you looked up at him as he offered a warm smile in return. “Good.”

He led your arm over his shoulder and brought you back to the stairs. His hand holding you in a firm grip as he guided you down. “Here.”

Kneeling down, he faced you with a careful smile. You couldn’t tell if calmness was real or not, but either way you appreciated it as he let his hand rub against your forearm.

“Can you take some deep breaths for me,” he asked, carefully addressing your still hyper breathing.

You just nodded again, not trusting your voice to actually carry your words. Gaze moving away from him, you tried to keep your focus on a dot engraved in the wall before you, knowing distracting your thoughts was the best way to go about it.

Having him so close to you again felt so odd. At one hand every fibre in your being had longed for it, for his fingers to send sparks up your spine and his loving smiles to be sent your way. But on the other, you knew it would pass and you would have to start the process of getting over him all over. This moment was already burning into your mind and the idea of the pain that would follow was enough for the world to crumble underneath your feet.

Before you knew it, the few calm breaths that had fallen off your lips turned hyper again.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.” His voice sounded muffled as the words met your ears. Black dots were clouding up your vision and the room felt like it was spinning.

“Woah.”

Within a second, his grip around your arm was tight as the other flew up to your shoulder. All your weight resting against him as your ears rang.

“I know that it hurts, sweetie, but I need you to open your eyes.” He rubbed his thumb against the bare skin on your arm, his action barely grounding you as he continued. “You’re okay, you hear me? I’m here and not going anywhere.”

Your heart felt tight in your chest as your eyes shot open. His gaze bore into yours, and you felt so exposed. Normally you would have turned away, but the gentle expression on his face almost forced your eyes to stay on him.

“It’s okay, I promise.”

You could only detect the sincerity in his eyes as the words fell off his lips. As if this moment was only a fraction of what he meant, like the whole ordeal that had gone down between you was swept under the rug for now.

Your mind had played tricks on you before, but right now you seemed to need the statement, and you were willing to cling onto it for what it was worth.

He offered you a proud smile as your breaths slowed down once again.

He shifted, and in no time your body was cooped up between his legs. Your back resting against his torso.

You couldn’t even comprehend what was happening, and never in your wildest dreams did the night involve this. Whatever it was. Your mind found it odd, trying to picture what the scene must’ve looked like if someone walked down the stairs and saw you. But no matter how weird it seemed in your mind, your body found the setting all too comforting.

He felt exactly how you remembered, the smell still tempting you to just lean against him and bask in his scent. Hearing your name fall off his lips was like music to your ears, and as he started gently caressing your arms, your muscles relaxed.

Apparently he wasn’t satisfied with your respiration yet as he spoke up. “I need you to take some deep breaths for me, love.”

Your back stiffened for a millisecond as the old pet name fell off his lips so effortlessly. Every part of you had longed for the sweet names he always gave you, but as he said it and it registered in your mind, you weren’t really sure what to feel.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, picking up on the small cue as your body tensed. “Old habit.”

It took a second before you recognised how pleasant it had played through your ears.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind.” The ends of your lips tugged up as you let your body lean into his touch and relax against him.

“Good,” he mustered.

Hadn’t it been for the obvious lack of oxygen in your brain, you would’ve sworn he sighed contently.

“Take a deep breath,” he said as his fingers softly climbed up your arm, inhaling with you.

“Good. You’re doing so good, now exhale.”

His fingertips gently traced a line down to your elbow as you let out a shaky breath. Letting your eyes close once again, you rested your head underneath his chin as you kept following his deep breaths.

You weren’t really sure how long you stayed like that, but you could finally feel yourself calmed down. The only thing on your mind was how you needed to get home and just rest. Of course, the way his body was pressed up against you made an appearance through your thoughts, but you could freak out about that later.

The bass from the party drummed through the walls, and the way it echoed through the hall did nothing to help the headache brewing in the back of your head. Preferably you’d just lay down right there and sleep it off.

“I think I should head home,” you uttered, breaking the silence and pushing yourself to an upright position. The heat provided by his frame ceased, and you had to stop yourself from shivering as you took in a deep breath.

“You’re feeling better?” He asked, scooting himself forward on the stair.

You turned around, a grateful smile resting on your face as you spoke. “Yeah, thank you. I’m just tired.” As if on cue, you placed the back of your hand in front or your lips and let out a big yawn.

“Do you want me to give you a lift?”

Hesitating, you bit your lip and looked away from him. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Harry.”

You’d already been reminded of so many of the reasons you still loved him, and you weren’t really sure you could take more of them.

“Are you sure?-” he asked, getting up from the stairs, “-I know how exhausted you get after these. I mean, you’re still shaking. We don’t even have to talk, I just want you to be safe.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you hated it. You knew how much he still affected you, but no part of him needed to know that.

Just the idea of being in the car with him for 10 minutes made you nervous, but you refused to let it show. He even said you didn’t need to talk.

“Okay.” Your eyes found their way back to his, a small smile on your lips. “If you promise to not charge me for gas.”

He snorted. “I’ll just get my keys.”

“Nope,” he said, changing the station again as one of his songs played through the speakers.

The interview about his new album apparently was no better as he changed the station again. Snickering, you looked over at him and watched his tensed shoulders.

“You can talk if you want to,” you told him, fighting a smile over his nervous antics.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, I think I’d actually prefer it if you did.” It’d make the breakup more distant, seem like we hadn’t cut all contact and left me unsure as to what was okay to say. But you didn’t tell him that.

“I always imagined we’d stay friends or something, after you know. Everything.” You confessed, letting your gaze follow the buildings outside.

You could feel how his gaze bore into you as soon as the sentence fell off your lips. You weren’t really sure where you got the confidence from, but you told yourself how you would keep avoiding each other after tonight. What did you have to lose?

You glanced at him, watching as he bit his eyes shifted from the rear mirror.

“I don’t think I could've done that.” He said, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips as one of his hands brushed the back of his neck.

“Really? … To be completely honest,” you started, shifting your gaze away from him again. Your eyes followed a raindrop racing down the window, trying to form the words spinning in your head.

“I think I would have prefered to see you with someone else if that's what it took for me to still be in your life.”

He stayed quiet, the hum of the car the only thing playing through your ears as you tried to ignore the nerves running wild in your chest over the fact that the words actually had slipped off your tongue.

One of the first things that drew you to him was the way he made you feel completely at ease. You could ramble or have your nerves spew out the weirdest sentences, yet he never made you feel stupid or small. It was so refreshing and you just enjoyed being around him. When he’d later told you how he loved talking to you because ‘you always speak your mind’, you just slowly grew inseparable.

Now, after everything had changed, you found some comfort in knowing at least that hadn’t.

“I mean at one point I would’ve had to get used to seeing you moved on.”

Your hand travelled back to your necklace, fidgeting with the small heart, not really knowing if you wanted to know the thoughts rushing through his head.

“I don’t think I ever could be around you and not just show you how much I love you.”

He broke the silence, and you couldn’t stop your head from turning towards him. His lips formed a thin line as his brows knitted together. You could have recognised the nerves crippling through anywhere as his gaze stayed fixed at the road in front of you.

“What do you mean?” You asked as his silence told you he wouldn’t continue on his own.

“I don’t know… I just see you and wish I could go back and change everything.”

He let out a heavy breath, and you could see how his grip around the steering wheel tightened.

“And it’s so… weird? I mean I haven’t seen you in forever, yet I see you everywhere. I mean, I know you’ve been over by the way you folded the blankets and how you put the honey on the counter instead of the cupboard. I can’t even avoid you in my own home.”

You couldn’t tell whether your heart clenched or fluttered at his words, but your eyes narrowed trying to comprehend the words.

“Everything reminds me of what I don’t have, and I don’t even know how I would begin to process you with someone else.” The words sounded strangled as they crawled up his throat.

He lifted a hand, letting it rub against his temple as he let out a quiet sigh. You turned your gaze away from his pained expression, trying to figure out how to let the words sink in.

Seeing his career blossom and flourish had you convinced you were alone in the mess. He had seemed so happy as you cried at his interviews.

Now he seemed just as hurt as you were and you had no clue as to how to even begin to let that progress.

You hesitated, voice low as you confessed. “I’m not sure what to say.”

“If it helps, I don’t know what I want you to say.”

“It helps a little,” you muttered, rubbing the back of your neck as you looked down at your lap.

He snickered and glanced over at you before parking the car. You hadn’t noticed you were back at your apartment, but as you saw the complex, your heart sank a little.

You were glad you finally had gotten the chance to talk to him again and it hurt more than you thought now that it ended. Talking with him always eased you, and tonight had only reminded you of the power he held over your wellbeing. Like he always made you feel better no matter what.

As if reading your mind, he opened his mouth. “I totally get it if you don’t want to, but would you maybe like to grab a coffee or something next week?”

“I’m sorry, I can't.” You cursed your schedule as you saw his shoulders slump. You had dreamed of this and now you actually blew it.

“Of course,” he said, plastering on a smile.

“But, it's only, what? Nine thirty? Do you maybe wanna come up?” You gestured to the apartment he’d been in a million times before

A genuine smile crept onto his lips, his eyes staying fixed at you. Watching as you nervously fidgeted with your fingers.

“Really? Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude.”

“You don’t,” you told him, voice soft and gentle as you smiled at him.

“Okay, yeah. I would really like that.”

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[19.00] fiance!yeosang × reader (ft. wooyoung & san)

⇀ you love your fiance. you love how strong he is, how thoughtful he is, and you love him through wedding planning stress. you'd love him even more if he was just yours though

⇁ do consider what you're marrying into

genre : fluff, slice of life (??)

wc : 1.7 k

You love nights like this. Nights where you can just relax with your fiance watching a movie about a nerd, a redneck, and two runaways bashing the heads of zombies.

Coming back from getting the popcorn, you plopped yourself on Yeosang's lap which he welcomed by wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling his head on the slope of your neck. "Baby, I want," he said, looking up at your with big eyes that truly made him resemble a maltese. You squealed and smooch his cheeks from how adorable he looked, "You're so damn adorable honey, i'll give you anything!" Though you both had been dating for quite some times, Yeosang still couldn't suppress the blush and stupid grin on his face because he loved the way you made his heart skip a beat.

So you both settled on the couch, comfortably watching the movie while you eat and feed him popcorn one by one. Yeosang isn't really a touchy person but he was broken down by having VERY touchy friends. Or so you heard from Wooyoung, the man who claimed to have desensitized Yeosang to sudden affection. You honestly didn't know if you should thank or be afraid of him because he had such a strong grip and presence in Yeosang's life. You didn't hate it though because he took you in as well, happily welcoming you into their little brotherhood because as he said, "it's bros before hoes so thank god you eat like a caveman" which didn't bode well for him because you immediately shove him off the couch. Despite everything though, you genuinely do love him. And San. San was the other person who can't seem to stop loving Yeosang other than you. While Wooyoung is more mindlessly touchy, San seem to adore Yeosang a lot which concerned you at first until San started pinching and squeezing your cheeks while cooing whenever he found you munching on snacks. Although, ever since you got serious with Yeosang, San seemed to prefer you more than him much to your boyfriend's dismay. Not because he wanted San's affection, but because he wanted to be the only one able to touch you and coddle you.

"Hey, have we decided on the centerpiece for our wedding?" Yeosang asked, taking his eyes off the tv momentarily to look at you. You pursed your lips and nodded, looking rather unsure of yourself which Yeosang could easily see. His grip on you tightened and he pulled you in deeper into his embrace, "Hey, what's wrong? Talk to me," he said gently, causing you to sigh and let him in on your thoughts, "I just think this wedding is getting bigger and bigger and you know we planned for a small, intimate wedding. So I'm really annoyed that my mom is inviting her friends and distant relatives. Like, I know we're gonna get presents from them but I really don't know them well enough to share our intimate moment," you grumbled. Yeosang nodded along as you finished your thoughts, understanding where you were coming from easily. "Well... We can make cuts on the guest list and tell them it's RSVP only and that the venue won't let us invite more than a certain number of people. That way you won't get in trouble with your mom and we can still have our intimate wedding," he suggested.

Hearing him being so understanding to you and helping you solve an issue your friends deemed "measly" made your heart flutter. You couldn't help but cup his face and land a soft kiss on his lips. "What would I do without you, my love?" You said which made him chuckle and duck his head in embarrassment. "Can't do anything without you either, baby," he confessed shyly. He cleared his throat before looking up at you again determinedly, "First thing tomorrow, I'm gonna help you trim the fat off our wedding so it'll be just about us, okay?"

"Do what you have to as long as my parents stay. They already RSVP-ed and they're so damn excited for it."

The voice from the other end of the couch snapped you both from your little love bubble and you couldn't help but squint your eyes at the man who was casually eating chips while watching the movie on tv. You genuinely forgot that he was even there in the first place.

"Wait, you invited your parents to OUR wedding?" You asked in disbelief. Wooyoung turned his head to you at your question with furrowed eyebrows, "Yes? I'm inviting my parents to OUR wedding?" He answered as-a-matter-of-factly. Even Yeosang was staring at his friend in confusion, "You do know that this is my and (y/n)'s wedding right? We're the ones getting married here, not ALL of us," he explained, finding it ridiculous that he even had to state it as if it wasn't clear. But Wooyoung laughed at him heartily, even cackling before he toss his bag of chips on the coffee table as he shook his head, "Oh, that's cute and funny, Yeosang. Talk to me again when you make more sense," he said before standing up and rounding the couch to the direction of the kitchen. YOUR kitchen.

Once he was out of earshot, Yeosang groaned and threw his head back to the headrest of the couch. "He's kidding, right?" You asked, waiting for Yeosang to tell you that no, his best friend does not genuinely think that they're such a packaged deal that they might as well be a siamese twin. But Yeosang shook his head much to your dismay, causing your shoulder to drop slightly. "Someone else need to adopt him, Yeosang. I can't have a 24 year old baby by the time we say 'i do'," you said, pouting at your soon-to-be-husband. Yeosang lifted his head slightly to look at you with eyebrows knitted together, "You really think he'd just let people adopt him? We tried leaving him at costco, he came back, (y/n)," "Well what about like a fire station? We can just drop him off there and don't they legally have to take him in no question?"

"Drop what off?" Again, both you and Yeosang were surprised by a voice that just popped out of nowhere and when you looked to the side, you saw San with a blanket around his body and over his head like a hood, looking at you and Yeosang. "Did you guys started movie night without me?" He pouted. Confused, Yeosang blinked at his friend, still not believing what he was seeing, "What are you doing here, San? Shouldn't you be in your own apartment?" He scowled. Before San could answer, Wooyoung came back and plop himself on his previous position, "I invited him here, I told him we have cake," he shrugged. Still confused, Yeosang looked at you then, "We have cake?" A question you replied with a smack on his arm because he was missing the point, "Are we not gonna deal with the fact that one of your other best friend has been here," "Napping in the guest room," San interjected before you continued, "And he was lured with cake by someone who don't even live here?" Wooyoung scoffed at your words and used his foot to kick your leg lightly, "If I don't live here, then why are you doing my laundry?" And that got you to detach yourself from your fiance, "Whoah, who said I'm doing your laundry?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow and pointed at the laundry basket near the kitchen, "Some of those are mine," he stated simply. Whilst in a baffled state, Yeosang took the moment to get you off of him and jogged to the kitchen, "What cake do we have?" He asked. San trodded to the couch, taking Yeosang's previous spot as he answered his friend, "There's tripple chocolate and yellow cake with whipped cream and berries compote. If you see a pudding cup, that's mine," he said as he made himself comfortable.

You paused for a moment, trying to remember some things before turning to look at San who was happy as a clam in his fluffy coccoon, "Wait, are you talking about the sample cake from my cake testing?" Of course, San innocently nodded, "Yeah and I called the caterer and told her I like the chocolate one, and then she told me to remind you that you need to approve the appetizers within this week so I told her she can't go wrong with pigs in a blanket," he grinned. Wooyoung scoffed at him with a roll of his eyes, "Oh give me a break, the clear choice is the berry compote cake! And pigs in a blanket? What are you, five? You and your damn unrefined taste buds." Yeosang suddenly called out for you from the kitchen, "Honey, do you want some cake too?"

In all honesty, you were still frozen in spot, not knowing which issue to deal first; the squatter, the kidnapee, or the man who seemed to be more interested in cake. So when Yeosang came back with a plate of cake in his hands, you can only stare at him in disbelief. Thankfully, San saw you not being responsive and he nudged your shoulder with his head, making you turn to him again. He opened up his blanket and grinned at you widely, "Wanna get comfy?" He asked. Relenting, you sighed and shrugged, "Why not?" And you let San pull you down to lean your body on him and let your legs drape over your future husband's lap and his friends' as you were envelopped by the warmth of the blanket. As you got comfortable, you could feel Wooyoung gently massaging your legs and it almost immediately made you forgot the crap he pulled.

Even with the movie playing, the conversation kept on going between the men about the cake and the food for the ceremony. You weren't talking, just paying attention to their opinions or combating opinions, disproving one another with their arguments. Over wedding stuff. YOUR wedding stuff. Granted, your future husband is in the conversation, but it was clear that Wooyoung and San were dominating. It never really occurred to you that marrying Yeosang means that you're marrying his best friends too. Until now.

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