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promenadewithme · 6 months

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Happy Sappy Hormones

a/n: I know, I know. I've been away for a while. but I have my last final next week and after that I'm turning off med head and turning on writer mode! I've been watching criminal minds and I'm only on s2, but I already have this MASSIVE crush on Spencer Reid. So here's a little blurb I wrote recently. It's not proofread, so forgive me for any mistakes. Pairing: Spencer Read x profiler! you (no use of y/n) Warnings: slightly smutty, but nothing graphic. next chapter is going to be graphic af. um.. let me think... one bed trope, overnight stay at an in, pre-sex, all that tension (at least I aimed for it lol) and pining. Word Count: I have no idea

Am I sweating? I think I’m sweating. How the hell am I supposed to sleep next to this man? Fuck this stupid inn for having only one room with one bed. How cliche of them.

I peek at him and he’s looking up, head against the wall. Spencer swallows, throat bobbing up and down. He has such a nice profile, sharp nose and jawline, the most pronounced cheekbones you will ever see in real life, brows that always seem to be furrowed in thought, pillowy lips that I can’t help but picture against my own. And that hair… Those fluffy chocolate waves that beg for my fingers to mess up.

He’s soft but manly. Angelic heart with a dark mind.

I rake my eyes across his face once more and notice that a bit of a stubble has grown since this morning. What would that feel like brushing against my neck? Better yet, what would they feel like between my thighs while he-

Nope, too far. I have gone too far.

A blush creeps up my neck to my cheeks. Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now.

“Did you know that sharing a bed is actually good for your health?” he blurbs out, still looking at the ceiling.

So he’s uncomfortable too. Great.

“How so?” I ask, playing with the hem of my shirt.

“It releases serotonin, dopamine and oxytocin.” he states matter of factly.

“The golden trio of happy sappy hormones.” I quip.

“Something like that” he smirks, giving me a quick look before continuing. “Our pituitary glands transform serotonin into melatonin, which is the hormone that controls our sleep. That’s why cuddling in general makes you sleepy. Serotonin is also known as the ‘happy hormone’ because it’s a mood stabiliser, but it’s more than that. It regulates body temperature, improves memory and aids learning.”

I feel Spencer’s body slowly relax into the mattress as he speaks, so I spur him on.

“Is that so?” I say, trying to hide how much his intelligence affects me.

This man could open a book on gut microbiota, read it to me outloud and it would still be like dirty talk to me.

“Yes.” he smiles timidly and scooches closer, turning his body in my direction.

“What about dopamine?” I ask before I let my mind wander again.

“Dopamine is the reward chemical, it’s the rush you feel when you get a good grade or when you eat or sleep.And it’s um…” he pauses and starts playing with the sheets between us “It’s also released when you’re sexually attracted to someone.”

“Oh.” I say in almost a whisper. I must be releasing a lot of that lately.

“Yeah.” he says, taking the hem of my shirt from my grasp and toying with it himself. “It also causes our body's physiological reaction to attraction.”

His finger brushes against my stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake and making my pulse skyrocket.

“Which reactions?” I ask but the air seems too shallow, there’s not enough oxygen in my lungs.

He finally looks at me and my breathing stops. His hazel eyes bore into mine like they can see my soul. I’m afraid he knows how much I want him, I’m afraid he’ll see how much I wish he would drift his hand further down until he reaches the part of me that wants him the most.

He lifts his hand to my face and trails a shaky finger down my cheek and neck before saying “Like blushing,” his hand trails softly down my arm and my skin pebbles up where he touched “Goosebumps,” he makes it to my wrist and presses down on my artery “quickened heartbeat,” he bows his head and kisses my hand softly, never taking his eyes from mine “the effect of dopamine is obsessive and almost drug-like, you can’t stay away from the person you love and you don’t want to either.”

I can’t breathe. I feel myself shifting closer to him and my attention is fully on his lips. Those lips that never stop moving and I never want them to. Except, right now, I want them moving against mine.

“What about oxytocin?” I whisper, forcing myself to look at his eyes, his gorgeous hazel eyes.

“The love hormone.” he mumbles, bringing his hand to my neck while his thumb strokes my cheek. “It’s released in mothers during labour and when in contact with their newborn, but also during sex.”

We are so close that I can see the faint freckles that dust his nose, I’d never noticed them before.

“Any benefits?” I ask, spreading my hands on his chest. He’s so warm.

His voice is low and husky when he answers.

“Lowers your blood pressure and cortisol levels,” his nose brushes against mine and I look at his lips again “reduces stress.”

“That’s um…” What was I saying again? His lips brush against mine once. Twice. “That’s nice.”

He dips down once more and captures my lips in a slow kiss, like he’s testing the waters. I sigh and my arms make their way around his neck. Spencer darts his tongue out and takes a quick swipe at my bottom lip, I let him in. When his tongue brushes against mine tentatively, his chest rumbles with his low groan and I sink into his arms.

He grabs my left leg and throws it over his hips so I’m straddling him. I feel his erection between my legs and moan into the kiss. My hands go up to his hair and his locks are even softer than I thought they would be.

I pull back only slightly “I think we’ve been very stressed lately.”

He nods and kisses me again before saying “Only benefits can come from this.”

“Yeah, we’re just taking care of our health, right?”

We stare at each other, panting in unison.

I shouldn’t do this, this will only complicate things. But how can I think of that when he’s looking at me like I’m the hottest woman on earth? How can I think this is wrong when I’ve wanted this for so long? When his soft hair is disheveled by my touch, his mouth swollen from my kiss, his pupils dilated with lust for me, making his hazel eyes dark.

Just once, I get the chance to do something for me, something that will make me feel good with someone that makes me feel good and seen and beautiful.

Fuck it.

I lick my lips and bring his face towards mine in the hottest kiss I have ever had.

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PROLOGUE HAD BEEN POSTED!

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds

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geppettospuppet · 7 months

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pino becoming human hcs!!

a/n: just as the title says, this will be about p as he starts to become human!! this may very well turn into a multiple part thing bc there's so much i can come up with for this lol!!! this is my first time writing lop headcanons so feedback is greatly appreciated!!

besides the programmed need to eradicate other puppets, i don't think p really felt much of anything the first couple days of his life. tbh? i don't even think he would've had it in him to lie about anything, despite having the ability to. there was no reason for him to do such a humanly act.

however, after being told he needed to lie in order to get into hotel krat, he felt his first inkling of what it meant to be human.

this sparked a desire in p. what worsened it was the curiosity he felt upon seeing the few humans left in krat.

what did it mean to be human?

p didn't realize it for a while that all his lying would land him in a situation that would geniunely change his life forever. he just liked the feeling.

but as time went on, it was becoming increasingly obvious to everyone around him that pinocchio was turning into a real boy!!

the first obvious humanly trait p was demonstrating was grunting.

when p was fully a puppet, no noise came out of him except the sounds of metal inside his body.

but as he was starting to change, p would grunt while he was fighting or if he was just acknowledging someone who was talking to him.

nobody ever taught him this... it just felt natural.

after that, p stopped twitching.

his movements became much more fluid and humanly. physically, it was becoming increasingly harder to decipher if p was human or not.

on top of that, p was becoming a lot more self aware.

before, p would often struggle with his strength. he didn't know exactly how strong his was, and often times shaking hands with others would result in broken fingers.

p wasn't a mean boy puppet by any means, he just didn't understand how fragile humans were.

while he still retained his strength (or gained even more of it through sophia), now he was able to gain the ability to be gentle physically with others.

speaking of being gentle, p became an all around gentle boy.

eventually, p gained the ability to speak in full sentences and boooy was he soft spoken.

that wasn't the most surprising part, though. the most surprising part was how deep his voice was (think along the lines of felix from stray kids).

everyone in the hotel basically had their jaws on the floor upon hearing him.

btw his first word was "blood". poor thing...

in the beginning stages of p talking, it was really just him pointing to things and saying outloud what it was.

but after he gained the ability to speak in full sentences, he still was never much of a talker. he always opted to take a much more physical route for everything.

ie: if he needed someone to go with him, instead of asking, he would just take their hand and drag them to wherever he needed them.

ok im done writing for now see u next time :3c

#i think gentle p will be the death of me tbh #lies of p #lies of p imagines #lies of p headcanons #lies of p x reader #lies of p pinocchio

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madame-fear · 1 year

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Hi love!!

After the watching House of the Dragon so we can talk about it,

Can I have some Aemond headcanons of him with a motherly figure wife?

❤️

I love you!!!

— ☆ amira speaks : BABY YESS DJKDKDKD Totally loved thisss 🥺💘 (am so happy of having got you to watch HOTD so we can fangirl about more fandoms together hehe 🤭). I don't usually write much for Aemond even if I'd love to, so hope you enjoy this my Queen 👑 love you too much babygirl!! ❤

: ̗̀➛ Honestly, Aemond has never been the type of person to easily open up to anyone. But with you? It's a whole different thing.

: ̗̀➛ The moment you got betrothed to Aemond, despite being a loving, sweet gentleman as always, his personality was rather quiet, and reserved. Enigmatic, to put it in a way.

: ̗̀➛ But as you got to know each other better by spending some time alone, and after your wedding ceremony, there was something about you that made him feel strangely comfortable.

: ̗̀➛ You aren't like the rest of the people he's ever met on his entire life. Perhaps, it's because you have a more warming, comforting, and sweet personality. Completely non-judgamental, and you always know exactly how to respond to whatever thing he's ranting about that he dislikes, making him feel much better.

: ̗̀➛ With the passing of time, now being Husband and Wife, you've grown to be extremely close to one another. He's learned to genuinely trust you, talk to you about whatever thing bothers him, express his thoughts outloud when being in private with you, and kind of looking after you for comfort when he truly needs it, and is too worn out by all the constant political chaos surrounding him.

: ̗̀➛ I see our One Eyed prince as a very observant person, so I know that he'd see that the warming, tender, motherly way you are is not just with him, but with everyone surrounding you.

: ̗̀➛ Also, he can't help but quietly admire the way you treat the two small children of his sister Helaena when you're with her, or you are in charge of looking after them. You truly are like a second mother to them, always joyfully playing and treating them with such a special care, that warms his heart and makes him stupidly grin.

: ̗̀➛ His mother Alicent and his sister Helaena love you fr, but he loves you even more.

: ̗̀➛ Despite being already close enough to you — more than with anyone else — and sharing literally everything with you, his darling wife, sometimes Aemond can't help but keep it to himself that he's always looking for you to comfort him somehow. Whether it's by playing with strands of his hair in a daint manner, reading outloud to him, talking together and hearing his inner conflicts, etc.

: ̗̀➛ He just feels so safe around you, especially with such motherly way of being you have that he so badly craves JSKDKDLDK

: ̗̀➛ Please don't be surprised if Aemond's too overprotective with you. Literally clinging to your side no matter where you go because you are so important to him, that he can't bear the thought of something slight happening to you.

: ̗̀➛ The slightest inconvenience happens? There he is, standing in front of you in a protective manner, ready to fight anyone who tries to lay their hands on you.

: ̗̀➛ Basically you're like the only thing that gives him stability in his messy life. And will always look up after you for that. Please just love him.

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@capellaadara @tchatso @kyuupidwrites @dragon430 @chompchompluke

#aemond one eye targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #prince aemond x reader #hotd x reader #hotd x y/n #hotd x you #house of the dragon x reader #hotd headcanons #house of the dragon headcanons #house of the dragon imagine

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theapangea · 11 months

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Alcoholics Anonymous

Lip Gallagher x Reader

Summery: You and Lip meet at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, talk of religion

It’s a part of you and always will be.

The addiction that still runs every little part of your life. Even if it’s been years, it will always be there, dormant in a small, dark part of your brain until it becomes awaken by some outside cause that sweeps you off your feet and ultimately fucks you over. The yearning for the taste will always live somewhere deep inside of you.

Alcohol is your addiction and you are an addict.

And no matter the length of time that you spend at these meetings, week after week while you work on yourself, all you will ever be is an addict. Addicted to not only the alcohol but the repetitiveness of your life now after the drinking.

The question is…when will you finally let it consume you?

The sound of clapping pulls you from your internal monologue. Realizing you haven’t been paying any attention to the other members talking about their road to recovery. It was all the same anyway - though you’d never say that outloud.

Always some stupid, awful event that got them into heavy drinking and now they are trying to pick up all the little pieces. The sad part is that most of them are going to relapse sooner or later.

Tapping your foot on the fake wood floor of the high school gym, shiny from the recent wax job. Scanning the familiar faces as you try to guess who is going to succumb to the madness first. Your guess is the cat lady that is sitting a couple of chairs away from you. She’s been taking an awful lot about one of her cars getting super sick, she’ll definitely need a drink if it dies.

“Thank you for sharing,” Reverend Mills' voice echoes through the gymnasium, sending a gracious smile at the older gentleman as they meet at the podium. Their hands meeting as the Reverend mumbles a prayer. Like God is going to help stop him from drinking, you can practically see the metal flask in his jacket pocket. Damn, these people are just getting stupider.

Tilting your head back, letting your hair fall behind the plastic seat, arms crossed over your chest as you wait for this hour to end. You like these meetings when the people actually take the system seriously. You are tired of all of the people who use this group as a revolving door.

“Would anyone else care to share,” His eyes wander along the long faces until they finally land on you, clearly not paying any attention. Your name falling from his mouth, not really asking but telling you that it was your turn.

A half-ass smile pulls across your mouth as you grudgingly stand up and make your way to the front of the group. It was inevitable for you to speak at every meeting. You are the one with the longest days sober and Reverend Mills likes your story, says it’s inspiring or whatever.

Fingernails picking at the edges of the wooden podium as you take a deep breath before speaking.

“Hi everyone, I’m Y/N.” The fake smile and tone of voice is very apparent to everyone.

The group saying hello in unison back to you.

You begin, “I have been sober for almost 2 years… to be specific, 1 year, 10 months and,” counting on your fingers, “13 days as of today.” Pausing as the group claps at your accomplishment.

Continuing, “I can’t believe how slow times go now that I’m sober. I used to feel like I lost days, weeks even to drinking. Waking up on a Sunday morning not remembering the past week, knowing that I’d probably forget the week after.” A laugh from a few of the members as you joke about an all too common side effect of drinking. “Looking back on these two ye-”

The sudden squeak of the entrance doors interrupts your speech. Rolling your eyes as you and the group watch the young man struggle to close the door without making more sound, unfortunately for him (and you), he couldn’t. The squeaking sound booming with every inch as he pulls it closed, finally a sense of relief washes over his body when it’s done.

Adjusting the backpack on his shoulder as he turns around to notice all the people staring at him in silence. Mouthing a quiet curse and apologizes as both of his hands shoot up in front of him before he hurries to one of the back seats.

Ironically the plastic chair creaks when he finally sits down, a huff of annoyance escaping him.

You can’t help but just stare. Your mind is completely blank as you notice his messy hair and tight jeans. Only realizing you had been staring a bit too long when his eyes meet yours. The tiny spark makes you gulp as you quickly look away.

“Please continue, Y/N.” The Reverend encourages you to continue your story.

“Sorry, yeah.” Shaking your head to gather your thoughts again as you struggle not to look in the direction of the man practically sitting in your frontal view, “Looking back on these two years of sobriety, I find it almost crazy that I was able to put myself first. That I was able to overcome my addiction. And it’s funny, the thing most people don’t tell you is that you never stop wanting alcohol. It’s always there, the little voice in the back of your mind saying it’s ok for you to have one, little, tiny sip. Won’t do any harm. But it will, to people like us, it will. It’s hard, not impossible. Thank you.”

A quick flash of a smile to the group before quickly moving back to your seat, a wave of applause follows after you. The Reverend starts to talk about sobriety and ends the meeting with a group prayer.

As everyone’s heads are lowered, you take the chance to look back over your shoulder at the boy sitting in the back, the one who interrupted your speech. Though semi-happy as you were able to cut it shorter than normal.

Peering over your left shoulder, head turning slowly as you try not to make it too obvious, finding that he was already staring at you. A cheeky smile engulfing his face instantly makes you blush as you immediately turn your head back around. Embarrassed beyond belief that he caught you sneaking another look at him.

You groan silently to yourself as the Reverend ends the prayer and a unison ‘Amen’ circles the room. Crossing your arms as you lean deeper into the chair, eyes fixated on the floor as you watch the dozen or so shoes scramble to depart.

“Amazing speech, Y/N.” Reverend Mills compliments as he walks up to you. His shoes a black leather loafer, “Like always.”

Looking up at him to respond, “Well if you keep making me talk at every meeting, I’m going to run out of things to say.”

His face is kind, soft features and years of wrinkles form into a warm smile. You aren’t trying to be mean by your statement, but tired of the never ending cycle of the program.

“There’s always more to your stories, you just chose to skip over those parts.” The Reverend implies, as he knows more about you than you tell to the group. Confiding in him through the course of these couple of years. He has good intentions, you are just wary of everyone.

Pulling your attention, “There is someone I want you to meet.” Nodding his head, signaling for you to stand and follow him, “Lip!” Practically shouting over the group, waving for him to come over to the two of you.

You can’t tell right away who he is yelling for until the young man from before, the one who caught you staring, starts to walk over to the both of you. Two cookies wrapped in a napkin in one hand and a styrofoam cup in the other.

You can practically feel the bleed leave your face, leaving you in a ghostly, shocked state.

“Lip, this is the girl I was telling you about.” Reverend Mills says as he gestures towards you. “Lip, this is Y/N and Y/N this is Lip.”

Lip places the styrofoam cup in his mouth, with the edge with his teeth as his now free hand extends out in front of you. A couple of beats pass as you don’t move, your eyes locked onto him as he nods his head for you to shake his hand. His blue eyes are even more piercing up close. Gulping as you slowly reach for his hand, the firm shake completed by him as you still are unable to move. The touch is electrifying.

The Reverend lets out a light laugh when the hand shake is over, obviously picking up on the awkwardness between you and Lip. “So Y/N, I was wondering if you’d like to be his sponsor.”

The comment quickly pulls you into reality. A sponsor? You barely want to coach yourself everyday not to pick up the bottle and now you may have to make sure someone else stays on their path. “Oh, I don’t know…” You trail off, the uncertainty lingering long after your voice stops.

“I think that you two would be a great fit.” Mills insists as he places a hand on your shoulder, “Lip needs help and I think you can relate to him.”

Well now you feel obligated to do it. Great.

You scan Lip up and down as you try to study who he is as a person. Cocky, annoying, smart. Huffing as you speak, “How long have you been sober.”

“Two-ish hours.” He mumbles before taking a bit of his cookie, following with a big gulp of his drink.

“Reverend, really?” You plead. Knowing that this was absolutely ridiculous.

“Just see if you can push him in the right direction.” The Reverend states before walking away, attending to the other members. Leaving you and Lip, standing in front of each other to figure this new situation out.

Breathing loud through your nose, clearly annoyed, unable to conceal any part of your disappointment from Lip.

“Look princess, I clearly don’t want to be here either but I’ve got this court thing-” Lip begins, mouth still full of chocolate chip cookie.

Cutting Lip off, “I get you don’t want to be here and I really don’t want to help you. But I’ll be your sponsor to help out Reverend Mills, that’s it.” You state firmly before walking away, only to back track to your original spot, “As for the drinking, it ends today. We’ll start next week.” Finally walking away for good.

Leaving Lip, cookie and coffee in hand, as his body desperately craves a drink.

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I'm seriously so happy with this story series idea. Let me know what you think!! Also let me know if you wanna be tagged in the next part!!

Thank you for reading and supporting me!! I LOVE YOU!!!

#lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher #lip gallagher fanfic #lip gallagher angst #shameless fanfic #shameless x reader #theapangea #Alcoholics Anonymous series

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smallestapplin · 2 months

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What a realization

N x m!Reader

Summary : N sits on the Ferris wheel with you and realizes a few things about himself.

Please note my requests are closed but I love to chat!

This ferris wheel ride is more awkward than N thought it would be, but he can't figure out exactly why.

You just sit next to him, your Dewott sitting right next to you dozing off as you chat about your journey thus far. You sound excited, even your sleepy starter agreeing with you every once and a while, seeming love the thrill of battle and show of growing strength and friendship.

So why.

Why do his words catch in his throat when he looks at you?

The setting sun highlights your features, giving you such a lovely glow. You look so handsome-

What.

Why would he ever think such a thing, he's never thought something like that with anyone before, so why you? What are you doing to him?

"N, are you okay?"

You look concerned over him, you look at him with such tenderness and care.

Where have you been all his life?

What's wrong with him, is he sick? His heart is pounding against his chest, his stomach feels like its twisting in knots, is he nauseous? Oh by the dragons he doesn't know.

"Hey, it's okay just take a deep breathe. Don't worry, I'm here for you."

You flash him a smile as you scooch closer to him, your shoulder touching his. He can smell your deodorant mixed with your natural scent, it's invading his nose surrounding him and clouding his mind.

Nothing you, you, you.

Your warmth, your smile, your tenderness and care-

"N,, are you sure you're okay? Do you feel sick?" You place the back of your hand on his forehead, slowly moving it to his cheek with a hum.

"You feel really warm. Here, once we are at the bottom I'll get a hotel room for you to take a nap in, alright? We can't have you walking around sick like this."

His eyes widen by a fraction, still unable to grasp your kindness and compassion.

"I love you."

Those words felt so foreign to him, words hes only seen in books, never said outloud.

Feelings he's never felt until you.

"O-oh!"

You look away clearly bashful and flustered by his declaration. Your face burns just repeating his words in your head, how he so easily admitted it too! The look of wonder on his face made it harder and harder to think calmly.

You laugh nervously, breaking him from his own thoughts.

"how about after this me and you go to that little coffee shop across the street, yeah?"

You must have that boyish charm he once heard his sisters speak of, how else could you have him wrapped around you finger like this? In all this he forgot the very reason he brought up here.

#male reader #x male reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon n x reader #pokemon x male reader #pokemon n x male reader #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates #pokemon n

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naids4luv · 4 months

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BALLING INTO LOVE : chp 6 - i did it😁

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apparently peace was a hard thing to find when it came to anything that had Lee Donghyuck in the picture. you just wanted to enjoy your coffee in peace before your long and excruciating lecture that morning, but it seemed that Haechan had other plans. how he found you alone at a park was a question that came to your mind, and with his staring it sure as hell felt like a new torture method he had come up with.

surely he would keep his distance and stick to staring at you, more specifically staring at the large bruised bump that lays upon your forehead. the bump being a result of yours and Haechans first... encounter. but once again, Lee fucking Donghyuck had other plans.

you're determined to stick to a lack of eye contact with him, praying and hoping he would go away after seeing your eyes looking at everything BUT him. however Haechan doesn’t take social cues too well, at least social cues where he is clearly not welcomed. but still, to your surprise you see Haechan taking large strides your way with an unreadable look on his face. this was not what you were expecting to happen today… or ever.

you quickly whip out your phone, posting a distressed tweet on your private twitter in hopes your friends would see and somehow save you, you highly doubt it though. as you put your phone down and look up to see how much time you have until Haechan arrives, you're shocked to see him standing right in front of you with his hands in his pockets and his eyes staring intensely into yours.

a moment passes where both of you haven’t uttered a word, both unsure about the situation. you unsure on what Haechan wants from you and him unsure of how to start the conversation. another moment passes as you both continue to stare at each other, your body starting to fill with an uncomfortable and impatient feeling. you think to yourself ‘if he doesn’t want to say anything, you may as well’.

“what?” you ask as you cross your arms over your chest. ‘well, that sounded a bit rude’ you thought to yourself as you see Haechan take a step back at your blunt tone. but then again, he did hit you in the head with a basketball… three times. he also got his friend to apologize for him, thinking back on that you feel less bad about your harsh tone towards him.

Haechan blinks innocently a few times before producing the most heart warming smile you didn't even know he was capable of. “hi” he says as he continues to smile, eyes wondering all over your face and taking in your appearance. however his eyes pause as he looks at the bump on your head, smile faltering before looking back into your eyes.

“hi..?” you say, what else are you meant to say? you're not the one who started this situation. you feel a little self conscious knowing that he has been eyeing up your forehead bump. it's his fault though, it's better to show him what he did to you rather than to cover it up. ‘hopefully that brings him some guilt’ you think as you lightly brush over your bump, making sure not to cause any more pain than you're already dealing with.

you focus back on Haechan and observe the way he scratches the back of his neck nervously before opening his mouth to speak. “I saw you sitting alone and thought it would be better to do this now than later” he explains. 'do what?' you question in your head, however before you can question his words outloud, he continues talking. “just hear me out for a minute.. please” he might as well be begging right now with how desperate he sounds, you guess you can at least sit and listen.

“I truly didn't mean to hurt you the way I did, honest! I had convinced Chenle to play some basketball with me and shoot some hoops. at one point I shot the ball and it rebounded off the backboard and flew behind me and as I looked behind me I watched as the ball hit someone in the head, which I guess happened to be you. I hadn’t even realized you and your friends came to the courts as well, I promise it wasn’t on purpose. and then I didn't expect you to throw the ball to me so I got scared and… hit the ball back towards you, which also wasn't on purpose I swear! and then when I grabbed the ball I went to come towards you to ask if you were ok and I went to reach my arms out towards you and well.. the ball slipped” Haechan rambled on as his hands were flying all around the place, showing how intense he was feeling over this topic.

you kept a straight face as you listened to everything Haechan had to say, taking it all in as his words spilled out. once it seemed like Haechan had finished, you opened your mouth to speak but once again Haechan cut you off.

“I only had good intentions, I swear!... and I guess also bad luck” he said as he winced at the replaying vision of him hitting you with the ball “I’m so sorry, I truly am. I can do anything in order to show you how sorry I am, I'll even beg for forgiveness” he speedily said as he began to lower himself to the ground in order to kneel.

your eyes widened as you realized he was actually about to kneel before you, now that was absolutely not about to happen. you stood up from the park bench and grabbed Haechan by the forearms before yanking him upwards and away from the ground in one fast motion. once he was fully standing you whipped your head around your surroundings, checking to see if anyone saw this idiot about to kneel before you.

“Y/n i’m so sorry-” he continues to talk before you cut him off. “yes Haechan i get it, please stop apologizing now” you said as your arms shake his body back and forth encouraging him to stop his rambling, to which he does. you drop your arms from Haechan and let out a loud sigh before speaking up once again.

“thank you… for apologizing i guess” you start off by saying, watching as Haechan’s eyes widen and his smile grows at your words. “however I don’t forgive you just yet”.

as soon as those words left your mouth you watch as shock washes over Haechans face in an instant, confused by your sudden harshness. “what?” he whispers as he processes your words, not knowing where this conversation is going.

“as you can see I still have this stupid fucking bruised bump, which is all thank to you” You let out a quiet giggle as Haechan’s eyes drift over to the bump on your forehead. “I won't forgive you until this bump is fully gone since you caused it, so for now you aren’t forgiven” you continue to explain, not knowing where these words were coming from. it would've been easier to forgive him and leave, so why are you doing all this?

but to your surprise, Haechan’s shocked face slowly changes into an amused expression as he takes in all of your words. he even lets out a laugh after a few seconds, confusing and shocking you even further. whats so amusing about you not forgiving him?

“well then, i guess I'll just have to make it up to you while your bump is healing” he says, providing no more explanation as he admires the confused look that has taken its place on your face.

you stand still for a moment. What does he mean ‘make it up to you’? you skim your eyes over his face, hoping your overly confused look would encourage him to explain his previous words. but all you can find is a bright smile and his eyes gazing into yours. you come back to your senses and reply to him, “good luck with that”.

as you wait for a reply back from the man in front of you, who is currently too happy in this kind of situation, you watch as he settles on giving you one last smile before walking away from you.

you feel the urge to run after him and get him to spill out the explanation behind his words, but running after him would be the most embarrassing thing you could do in that situation, so you decide against it. watching as he slowly disappears from your view as you stand in the exact place he just was mere seconds ago, your thoughts are racing all over the place.

in a confused daze you grab your phone only to be met with the time, showing you that your lecture was only 2 minutes away from starting. 'how long were we even talking for?' you question as you make your way towards you class.

as you sit down in your usual seat, the only thoughts that seem to make an appearance are Haechan and his cryptic words. you can’t seem to get rid of these thoughts, even when your 2 hour long lecture comes to an end and even when you have already made it back to your dorms. deciding to yourself that whenever Haechan is around or in topic, you will take high precautions as to not be messed with once again, accident or not.

but there’s one thought that doesn’t seem to leave your brain, even hours after the encounter; what could Lee Donghyuck possibly mean by ‘make it up to you’?

notes : this is my first time posting a written thing like this SO I APOLOGISE IF ITS NOT THAT GOOD. i just wanted to go into more detail for this part of the fic, which i why i chose to write it😽 it was actually really fun too write this, i forget how much i love writing, might write some more stuff cause i really enjoyed this🤭🙏 also sorry to those who don't like reading😭

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sanjisboyfie · 7 months

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๑ keep safe : im gonna freeze my balls off (7)

one piece x male reader

hey! wait!

i've got a new complaint

forever in debt to your priceless advice

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the going merry was still sailing with the alabasta as the end location, but tlhe crew knew that they were bound to find an island along the way. and their search for one didn’t slow at all.

especially with the condition that nami was in.

everyone was bundled up to keep themselves warm as they sailed through a particularly cold sea. [name] especially was keeping himself at the hottest temperature he could bear.

“so fucking cold, fucking hell, why the fuck is it so cold?!” he cursed, grabbing another blanket from the boys’ dormitory and wrapping it around himself.

“don’t hog all the warmth!” usopp cried out, holding the singular one blanket wrapped around him for dear life, feeling jealous of how many [name] had piled on top of him.

he had left his duty in caring for nami to vivi and sanji, deciding to check if they had made any progress in finding a new island. the most they had gotten from their sailing, though, was chilling weather that felt like it was freezing.

[name] breathed out in stress, watching as his breath turned into a white cloud before blowing away.

“do you think cigarettes will warm you up from the inside?” he thought outloud, gaining the attention of his crewmates.

“dunno, ask sanji,” luffy said carelessly, [name] making a mental note to actually do that. even if it was unhealthy, if it made him keep warm — he’d do anything.

“hey!” zoro’s voice cut [name]’s thoughts short, “do you think…people can stand on the ocean?!”

“hmmm, yeah!” [name] said childishly.

“c’mon, zoro! what kind of question is that!” usopp bantered with their swordsman.

“then, what is that?”

[name] walked up to where luffy and usopp were, closer to the head of their ship, and his eyebrows lifted in interest.

“there is someone standing on water — i was right!” he cheered, making usopp smack him on the back of his head at his childish comment.

they all just stared ahead, seemingly playing a waiting game. whoever was to speak or move first, it looked like. usopp and luffy scratched their eyes to see if they were seeing correctly.

but then the mysterious figure called out to them, “hi. it sure is chilly today,”

luffy, usopp, and [name] all looked at each other, wondering what was to be done after such an odd comment. luffy took the reins of the situation, replying back with, “yep, it is chilly today!”

“y-yeah, chilly, chilly. super, super chilly.”

“my balls are gonna freeze off,” [name] said, hugging himself closer for some warmth.

“really?” the mystery man asked, making [name]’s face scrunch up in discomfort.

this guy was weird, all of them thought mentally. but was weirder was that they were entertaining him.

“i feel like-”

[name]’s words were cut off as there was sudden shift in the water. he squinted his eyes, jaw dropping ever so slightly as he caught sight of something in the water.

“what the fuck is that.” he breathed out and luffy and usopp turned to him in confusion.

but it seemed they didn’t have to wonder long about what he was talking about as in a second, there was a humongous ship that was breaking the water’s surface.

that made the going merry completely move back at the force of the waves. [name] held onto the railing with ease, focusing his energy on calming the sea around them. he grit his teeth, pure concentration on his face.

but it didn’t help that the ship that emerged was making even more movements.

“fucking annoying!” he cursed, slapping his hands down on the railing. his outburst made the sea around them still ever so slightly before they were gradually rocking in place again.

at least it wasn’t as aggressive as before, but still it was making the going merry sway without control.

“c-crap! pirates!” usopp shouted in fear, as if he wasn’t a pirate himself.

[name] sweatdropped at their sniper before refocusing on the ship in front of them. his eyes sparkled ever so slightly as he saw they were wearing thick, warm jackets along with matching hats.

“they look like toys!”

“don’t undermine this terrifying experience!” usopp chimed in, chopping [name] down on the head. “h-hey, you’re the one with the highest bounty, take care of them already!”

“eh? i mean, i was planning on stealing their jackets anyway, but i don’t think we need to kill them,” [name] said in confusion, looking at usopp, who was cowering behind his back.

“i never said kill!” usopp cried out, crocodile tears working down his cheeks.

“did our jumbo underwater raid ship, the tin tyrant, surprise you?!” ugly laughter followed that question and [name] cringed at the sudden loud noise.

before they knew it, the enemy pirates were jumping onto their ship and pointing all sorts of weapons at them. [name] yawned and became more fascinated at the way his breath dispersed in the cold climate, instead of the dozens of pirates pointing weapons at him.

usopp on the other hand was gripping onto [name]’s torso tightly, almost using him as both a human shield and as a means of hiding himself completely. it seemed that [name]’s mass amounts of layers were working in his favor as it almost engulfed usopp entirely.

“so…what’s going on?” sanji’s voice rang out on the deck as things were deathly silent.

everyone, but usopp, were completely nonchalant about the situation.

“the ship’s being attacked.” luffy responded with ease, not a care in the world.

“well, i figured as much from the looks of things…”

“are you guys really pirates? there’s only 5 of you, it’s hard to believe that there are only five people on a pirate crew,” the man took another bite of his meat before pointing a finger at [name], who blinked owlisly back in return, “hey! i know you!” the supposed captain called out, “alright, we’re taking you in with us to bring to the government!”

“eh?” [name] said, disgust written on his face.

“200,000,000 million beri, easily secured!” the man cheered, the men on his pirate crew chuckling as well. overconfident as they all were.

everyone cringed as they saw the man also bite into his knife, which was previously holding a piece of meat. luffy made a sound of shock whilst everyone else looked on as if the guy was crazy.

“how does he shit that out, you think?” [name] whispered to usopp, who had to bite his lip to stop from breaking into laughter. the sniper cursed [name]’s poorly timed, but very funny, joke.

“we want to go to drum island, do you guys have an eternal pose or a log pose?”

the crew processed his question with sanji lying for all of them, “nope, not even heard of those things,”

“okay, you’re done, right? so leave,” luffy asked very plainly, seemingly bored of the “hostage” situation right now. “we’re in a hurry! we don’t have time to mess with you!” his tone became childish at the end, making [name] crack a smile.

no way pirates were going to leave that easily, [name] knew.

“if you have neither, then oh well!” his eyes glinted as he pointed his finger to [name] once more, “for now, i’ll take your treasure, this ship, and the cursed orphan!”

usopp shook where he stood, trying to bury himself in [name]’s blanketed back to hide from the pirate’s gaze.

“no way! he’s my crewmate!” luffy said in defense, annoyance lacing each word he spoke.

“but first, i’m feeling a bit hungry!”

without warning, the man’s jaw turned into an unreasonable size and bit into the side of the going merry. everyone watched in displeasure as he easily bit of the piece of wood and started chewing it, before ultimately swallowing it down.

“this guy has splintered shits!” [name] said in surprise, laughter breaking through his mouth.

the pirate crew holding them “hostage” didn’t like that comment and threatened them with their weapons, which usopp definitely did not like.

“don’t eat our ship!” luffy shouted, punching down two of the guys that were threatening to shoot him. that action caused the rest of the crew on board their ship to also launch an attack.

the enemy pirates were easily no match.

“do something [name], they’re going to shoot!” usopp said, clinging onto [name]’s back like a backpack.

“you’re all making usopp scared, back off,” [name] said simply, waving his hand and within an instant, the people that were surrounding them were all pushed off board and into the freezing ocean. it was as if a mysterious, invisble force made them all fall.

their screams of agony at the freezing cold water echoed in the air.

but so did their other crewmates who were still in deck. sanji was taking them all down with his kicks, zoro was mercilessly cutting them up, and luffy was punching all of them away as if they were flies.

“you! get over here i’m gonna collect that bounty on your head, you fucking orphan!”

[name] looked up at the captain of the enemy ship, tilting his head as he saw that his mouth was open - as if he were to eat him.

“ew, wood breath,” [name] commented, another wave of his hand making the pirate’s body completely still in place.

that made his jaw and body all stuck in place.

“luffy, send this guy flying already, he was trying to eat the going merry even more,” [name] called out, looking in amusement as fear filled the man’s face.

losing control of your body was scary and this guy was surely feeling all the emotions of paranoia and anxiety fill his being. it didn’t help that [name] was looking at him with a smug expression either.

200,000,000 million beri bounty didn’t stand for nothing, [name] proved. and the captain of the enemy ship could literally do nothing as a boy with a straw hat came bounding his way.

“don’t try stealing [name] and eating my ship unless you wanna get blasted away!” luffy shouted, stopping his sprint in front of the captain inches away from his face. his arms were stretched out behind him and the other captain couldn’t even react.

[name] had his body stilled, down to his last muscle. and, courtesy of luffy, he was sent flying away in an instant. then and only then did [name] release his hold on his body, laughing as the captain became nothing but a sparkle in the sky.

“good hit, luffy!” [name] complimented, giving the boy a pat on his head, making luffy further nuzzle into his hand.

“that was…boring,” zoro breathed out, looking down at the mass amounts of bodies that were now laying on their ship.

[name] walked over to one still crewmate of the other ship and stripped him of his jacket. the moment he put it on, it felt just right. the poor crewmate feared so much for his life that he just shot up and ran away, not caring of his coat that was now in [name]’s possessions.

“warm!” he cheered, not caring for the scrambling that was happening on deck.

he took the blankets that were once surrounding him and decided that usopp should need them more than him. wordlessly, he threw them around the sniper, who nearly melted at the warmth that surrounded him.

“savior, thank you!” usopp said, bringing the bundle of blankets closer to his being.

after the uproar of the other pirates’ “heist” on the straw hats, things were settling down fast. [name] paid nami a quick visit, sitting her upright to put the jacket on her, zipping and buttoning it up so it fit (or, fit as much as it could since it was a bit too oversized). then he covered her with a blanket and re-wet the towel on her forehead.

he let he be after that, thanking vivi for watching over her as he walked out of the room and she walked in.

back on the deck, he joined zoro up in their ship’s crows nest to get a better outlook on the sea ahead.

“so, where exactly are you looking zoro?” [name] asked, going into the lens view of the binoculars the green head was holding.

annoyance and irritation immediately crossed zoro’s features as [name]’s grinning face was the only thing he could see, very up close.

“back off, idiot,” zoro grumbled, pushing [name]’s face out of the way to clear the sights once more.

“if we are gonna be up here together, don’t you think you should be nicer,” [name] pouted, but that only made zoro more frustrated rather than empathetic.

“i didn’t ask you to be here,” zoro grumbled, but [name] only shook his head.

”it’s lonely up here, though, you were getting lonely weren’t you?” [name] asked, a grin on his face to see that his efforts in annoying zoro were working. “ah, that look on your face proves you were!”

“i wasn’t making any face, idiot!” zoro said, teeth turning sharp as his eyes became scary.

[name] only laughed in return.

”so, how did you meet luffy?”

zoro looked uninterested in the question before gruffly responding. he didn’t want to, but it was better than standing in silence up there. plus, maybe if he talked to [name] longer the rambunctious man would tired himself out…then zoro could escape.

“at a marine base?”

”woah, that’s so cool!”

“yeah, he was bein an idiot and wasn’t leaving me alone, like you are right now,” zoro commented, but there was a fond look in his eyes as he remembered the memory, “he stuck his neck out for me. and after seeing how stupidly brave he was, i guess it swayed me to become a pirate,”

[name] grinned, loving the story. “what were you doing at a marine base together?”

“oh, i got strung into a deal with a pompous asshole,” zoro groaned, running a hand through his short hair, “hippo…no…motopo….? no, ah, whatever! his name doesn’t matter! he was a brat of some marine guy and was annoyingly confident.”

“all bark no bite?”

“basically,” zoro shrugged, “i got strung up in the middle of the camp, made a stupid bet that the guy wasn’t even gonna keep his end of the deal on. then luffy swung into the scene and i joined him after that,”

“that’s a respectable first mate story, i’ll tell you,” [name] grinned, showing off his sharp teeth. he popped one coffee bean into his mouth as he hummed in thought, “who was next after you?”

“hm, i guess you could say nami, if that’s even right,” zoro said, crossing his arms over his chest, “there was a thing that happened and then another, but then we got usopp, and that shit cook, and then a big thing happened - a lot of stuff went down,”

[name] sweatdropped, “oh, yeah, i could tell by the great, descriptive stories you’re telling me,”

“shut it, idiot! i don’t wanna hear it from an airhead like you!”

“i’m not an airhead!” [name] countered, butting heads with zoro, who gladly pushed him back with as much force.

“it still blows my mind to this day how an idiotic airhead like you can get a bounty as high as 200,000,000 million beri!” zoro shouted, “and it pisses me off even more knowing i lost to your dumbass!”

[name] pulled away from the pushing, making zoro lean forward suddenly and almost fall off the ledge of the crow’s nest. he was about to turn around and berate [name], but halted when he saw [name]’s face grinning down at him.

“what loss?” he asked in an innocent voice.

“hah?! don’t play jokes on me now or else you’ll really piss me off,” zoro said, thinking that [name] was mocking him.

“no, i’m serious, i don’t remember fighting you,” [name] said, scratching the top of his head, “i remember meeting you…but fighting you, pft, i don’t remmeber it,”

“oi! quit playing stupid, i’m serious,” zoro said, an unimpressed look on his face.

“zoro, just drop the “i lost” discussion. nothing happened, isn’t that right?” [name] said, trying once more to get the idea through zoro’s head before he would spit it out.

“no idea what you’re talking about, but it’s annoying me,”

[name] sighed, leaning on the crow’s nest railing, “let’s just put that stupid fight behind us, pretend it never existed,”

“why? it’s a shame-”

“what’s a shame is that you’re holding it over your head - like a reminder of how you’re weak when really, you’re the complete opposite,” [name] said in a matter-a-fact tone. zoro was going to argue against him, but he spoke faster, “of course, i can’t control what you want to believe or think…but really, zoro, don’t you think it’s a waste to dwell on a fight that doesn’t even matter anymore? whatever you lost, but did that loss really affect you that bad? to the point you want to hang it over your head?”

“any loss-”

“blah, blah, blah stupid swordsman mentality, shits stupid, so don’t bore me with a speech on it!” [name] said, jabbing a finger into zoro’s chest, “i’m not gonna get in your way anymore, for whatever reason, so just forget about it.”

‘i’m not gonna get in the way of your true dreams,’ is what [name] really wanted to say. with someone as prideful as zoro in his swordsmanship abilities, it was clear to see what his true dreams were: become the world’s greatest swordsman.

and [name] had no interest in that position or title, in the slightest.

“a swordsman-”

“didn’t i just tell you i don’t want to hear stupid shit like that?” [name] asked, his eye twitching.

“well, i-”

“ah!”

zoro sighed in frustration, opening his mouth to argue his point, but [name] covered his ears.

“i won’t pay attention until you say you’ll drop it!” [name] shouted, loud enough for people on deck to hear as well. but to zoro it was just an obnoxious yell that made him cringe.

he tried multiple times in reasoning with [name], why he cared so much about the fight, but each time he opened his mouth, he would make gibberish sounds to drown out his voice.

and as they went back and forth in this banter, zoro thought about it.

maybe his loss didn’t matter as much as he was making it out to be in his head. the main reason zoro thinks about it every now and then is because it was just utterly humiliating. [name] didn’t even have to draw his sword and zoro was defeated.

he grit his teeth, both at the sound of [name]’s gibberish and at the memory.

but there was only one other point where he felt more humiliated and defeated. it was a long time after he had a run in with [name] and it was when he lost to mihawk. nothing compared to that empty feeling.

so as he watched [name] make more gibberish sounds and outlandish faces, he decided that letting that idiot’s “victory” live in his head any longer would be cause for insanity.

so he slapped his hand on [name]’s mouth to shut him up, thus making [name] removing his own hands from his ears. and he spoke carefully, maintaining eye contact with [name], “i’ve forgotten about it.”

[name] grinned in a second, his eyes crinkling up in glee. he tossed another coffee bean into his mouth and nodded in happiness, “i’m glad! i’ve forgotten about it, too!”

zoro sighed, finding the man excruciatingly annoying to be around. but…there was a weight lifted off of his shoulder’s now. and it was aggravating to know that it was [name] that lifted it off of him. he turned his head to the side, ears turning red as he felt embarrassed at the idea.

“you don’t have to stay up here anymore,” zoro said after a couple of minutes of silence, “you only came up here to talk to me about that, right?”

[name] looked majorly offended before he swung his arm around zoro’s shoulder, “what? i came up here to spend time with you!” he popped another coffee bean into his mouth.

zoro grimaced at the feeling of [name] putting his body weight on him and side stepped to get away from being under him. this made [name] topple onto the floor of the crow’s nest.

“ow, zoro!” [name] whined, holding his face.

“that didn’t hurt you one bit, get up, airhead!”

“why are you always insulting me?!”

“because you’re annoying and easy to insult, stupid!”

“i’m not either of those things!”

“yes, you are!”

the crew that could hear their bantering only sighed as they both were lost causes.

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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I found one of your sagau posts about language and got me thinking xD

Reader who knows a lot of languages which gets people confused. Are they speaking in their godly language? Are they really that mad that they switched to another language? Why are they smirking like that--- (Aether/Lumine who understood everything trying so hard not to laugh at people's reactions)

Why did I imagine that after a flowery speech Reader delivers a response so blunt the vine boom sfx can be heard---

Reader trying out flowery speech and failing, while the rest of the people in the background are either A.) Trying to convince you that its alright to talk simply (oh now you turn the tables--) or B.) Some of them fainting in devotion/cuteness because their god looks at them so eagerly for feedback

I heard somewhere that Mondstadt is based on Germany and another post about Snezhnaya (bruh whats the spelling 🤣💀) based on Russia, so I thought that while they speak english they also throw in a couple words of their respective language (or in some drunk cases, full out native language). Cue reader just.... 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️

Bilingual reader who uses full advantage of their knowledge into making puns and jokes to Cyno----

WE CAUGHT ANOTHER ONE BOYS

YES YES THE PSPSPSPSS NEVER FAILSSS🛐🛐🛐

(subliminalmessagingpspspspsscometomeaskscomepspspspspssubliminalmessaging)

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DUDE ive thought abt just making it where Aether/Lumine are the only ones who understand English/ur language and like, while u can (or maybe cant for shenanigans) speak Teyvatian (ew theres gotta be a better word for that?) Theres NOTHING as amazing as the bilingual experience of pranking bitches

Eula gives like a whole poetry book of a speech to you guys to be more responsible abt gliding in the city (its cute <3 shes actually very concerned bc you know you would do sm that would worry her, i mean i know im just flinging myself off of every surface all the time, esp in Mondstadt im not using no stairs💀)

And you just... turn to Aether/Lumine and say smth in English and they bust out laughing

(Or worse, u two are giggling like little shits✨️)

Dont feel too bad Eula, they do this to everyone

(Paimon's constantly on ya'lls case abt it)

Like u didnt even say anything rude (probably), as u explained to Eula, but its like this all the time, sm ppl even find themsleves jealous of this bond you two have got, tho whether they are jealous of Aether/Lumine or you is still still hard to tell,,)

♧

IM SO GLAD ONE PERSON OUT THERE GOT THE FLOWERY SPEECH -> YOU REPLY -> VINE BOOM 🤝🤝🤝 THING I WAS TRYING TO CONVEY

Thats deadass like how i imagine half the time it would be like talking to ppl, esp if ur critizing smth that person was doing lmao (like roasting them)

Its even funnier if like, u didnt hear the vine boom so to speak, like u got ur back to the rest of the characters/npcs while ur talking to this one person and u dont even know u just said smth that's got like one person crying laughing

(KAEYA, aether/lumine, hu tao, KAVEH, Venti, childe, Yae Miko, SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER, beidou, off the top of my head)

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Another one is just standing there in shock, when will they unfreeze? Only time can tell

(Zhongli, jean, eula, keqing, ayaka, ganyu, kuki shinobu, once again off the top of my head theres so many characters at this point in genshin help)

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They're just like,, processing still, theyre probably overthinking everything u say bc to them you give so little information 💀 i can see the like transparent images of their thinking faces floating around them now LMAO

(Alhaitham, zhongli again rip, DILUC, kaeya's also laughing at him not just you his stomach hurts help him, Ei, XIAO, ALBEDO, Ayato but he'd also be muffling a laugh, Kazuha maybe i can also see him just giggling n shit, Kokomi, CYNO, Tighnari but also he'll react like its the funniest joke ever while he's trying to actually think abt it, so he just ends up standing there, thinking outloud, then cracking up over and over again lol)

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Oh Cyno u sweet summer child, as soon as u started making puns it was over for him, no one can stop you, even if Tighnari can't understand ur language rn he can definitely just sense there's bad jokes being made, esp if Cyno gets it and his lip like, twitches upward or even worse, he chuckles.

(Tighnari's totally getting onto him for corrupting you)

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pLEASE US ACTUALLY TRYING TO SPEAK LIKE THEM 😭😭😭

What a cute image, just some of them reassuring us and some of them thinking its cute for trying, and we look around the room when we try for feedback i know i would 😭😭

If i actually got close tho they better give me a headpat or smth

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Anyway THANK YOU for the ask!! (subliminalmessingpspspspspscometomeaskscomepspsps)

That was a BEAUTIFUL✨️ thing to read, got my heart doin backflips and shit 😳😊🥰

God this is so long im so sorry everyone

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

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magicclownjuice · 1 year

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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST x DCA AU SNIPPET FOR Y'ALL CUZ WE'VE BEEN ABSENT FOR A LONG TIME LMAO

Sun pokes and prods at Moon's consciousness inside their shared headspace softly; it's a sensation they can never get quite used to. It's very much like being crammed into a tight space with someone else; very little space to breathe, too much contact all over. There are some times where they can feel themselves merging into one, identities blurred beyond recognition, wants and needs perfectly aligned. But there are other times where their wills wrestle with one another, times where they can't reach an agreement and their body suddenly shuts down on them.

This is one of those times.

Their body lays prone atop the bed, staring at the ceiling, breathing in and out softly, chasing traces of your perfume, eyes glazed over, unseeing.

"Moon," Sun says in their headspace, "I beg of you— we need to make a move soon! I— we can't do this any longer."

Moon's discomfort grows.

He had never felt this way about someone before— granted, neither had Sun. They had never cared much about other people, much less other's opinions of them. People knew that Sun was petty, punishing, and vindictive, that he was temperamental and held terrible grudges for the slightest of offenses. Moon was equally as bad; contrary to what one may think, he had never been quite sociable despite his position as the court jester. Oh no, he pretty much hated people, and that's why he took great pleasure in humiliating them, dragging them through the mud, at least verbally.

In conclusion, they were terrible people, and continued to be, until—

They met you.

You, fiery, stubborn, sweet, gorgeous you. Everything changed when they met you, in the blink of an eye, their painful familiarity was gone, replaced by uncertainty and warmth. You, you brought light along in your stride and set their hearts on fire, and oh, how much they want to bask in your radiance now, how desperately they want to curl up around you, hold you in their arms and call you theirs.

Their body heaves an involuntary sigh, clawed hands flexing, as if to reach out, get up and go find you so they can make that small fantasy come true.

Moon tries to shake the feeling off and regain control— it's too painful, thinking about the possibility of rejection. After all, they are monsters, both figuratively and literally.

Sun falls quiet, and Moon curses the fact that they share a body and a mind; Sun can feel his emotions, hear his thoughts. And he doesn't like them one bit; they stab him in all his soft, vulnerable spots.

Moon speaks, finally, even though it's unnecessary for them to communicate.

"Look at us, Sun. Do you think they'll ever see any good in us?" His voice trembles, almost a whisper, but Sun hears it loud and clear. "And even if they did now— once they know of our past, they'll leave. They'll be disgusted, they'll hate us—"

"You don't know that—"

"Neither do you."

They both fall quiet. It's true. They don't know, they will never know. Sun's resolve to confess is snuffed out at once.

The line between their selves becomes blurred once again.

"After all," their voices ring out as one, outloud. "Who could ever learn to love a beast?"

A single tear rolls down their body's cheek.

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cjsoleil · 2 months

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Taking My Time On My Ride (Changbin x Reader)

Summary: Neither Changbin or Y/N thought they would meet their soulmates on a roller coaster, but they’re glad they did.

Authors note: This short work is inspired by my friend’s love for Changbin, my fear of roller coasters and that one skz code episode. @bbchangbinnie24

When Wooyoung suggested that Yeonjun and him should go to an amusement park together, Changbin thought nothing of it. Spending time with the two boys is fun. All until Yeonjun pointed towards the biggest roller coaster at the park.

“Yeah let’s go.” Wooyoung agrees enthusiastically and Yeonjun looks to the other with them.

“Will you be okay Changbin?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” The two stare at him.

“Oh I don’t know.” Wooyoung shrugs, “Maybe because you get scared.”

“I do not.” He protested, shaking his head. He isn’t scared, he just doesn’t love roller coasters.

“Right.” Yeonjun says, “Let’s get in line then.” Changbin was most definitely not dreading going on the ride.

‘I hate them.’ Y/N thinks as she sits down in the seat in front of her friends. She’s with two other people, and each seat of the roller coaster only fits two people. Unfortunately, she’s the one left alone.

“Sorry Y/N.” The girl doesn’t turn around, but does hold up her middle finger to the two. They only laugh in response. How dare they leave her by herself when she didn’t even want to go on the ride in the first place. More people are loaded onto the ride, and Y/N isn’t surprised when someone is told to sit next to her.

What is surprising is how gorgeous the man who’s sitting next to her is. He has super muscular arms, and a cute soft face to contrast. Really, the best looking person she’s ever been physically close to.

Catching her staring, he smiles at her.

“Hi.” He says and her eyes widen.

“Hi.” Y/N looks away for a few seconds before she starts to speak, “Let me guess, odd one out?”

“Yep.” The man laughs, and gestures to the cart in front of them.

“Me too.” And Y/N changed her mind, she loves her friends for leaving her by herself.

“Just so you know, I’m terrified. So sorry in advance if I scream so loud it deafens you.” The man grins at her.

“I won’t be much better. Why are you here if you're terrified?”

“My friends paid me to not be a coward.”

“Good reason.” The bar that keeps them secure is brought down, signaling the ride will start soon.

Unconsciously, Y/N wraps her arm around the man’s muscular one before realizing what she’s even doing.

“Oh- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He lifts and playfully flexes his arm, “Hold onto me.”

“Really?”

“If it brings you any comfort, go for it.” Y/N smiles and wraps her arm back around the man’s. She feels him flex against her arm.

“I got you.” Before she can respond, the ride starts to move. Both of them grab onto the bar tightly as they start to move across the track.

‘Oh my god oh my god-‘ Y/N repeats in her mind as they start to go up. The part she’s been dreading, a drop. ‘I’m gonna die, die next to a pretty man who I don’t know the name of.’

“My name’s Changbin.” The man next to her shouts, making Y/N jerk her head towards him.

“Fuck I said that outloud!” She exclaims and speaks so fast Changbin just barely made it out, “Hi Changbin, My name is Y/N. Nice to-“ her words are cut off with both their screams as they go off the edge of the tallest part of the ride. She almost doesn’t register the feeling of Changbin’s arm tightening around her own.

“I hate this!” He yells next to her as the ride slows down slightly, “I hate this!” She turns to look at him and sees a few tears streaming down his face. If she was less petrified, it would have been funny to see such a strong guy cry because of a rollercoaster.

“Oh you’re crying.” She tells him, gasping for air.

“You are too.” The ride starts to speed up again and they both scream, “I can’t do this!”

When the ride is finally over, the two are quick to get out and onto the ground again. Both have seemingly forgotten about the existence of their friends.

“That was horrible.” Y/N pants out, looking at Changbin. He’s shorter than she thought he would be. ‘Cute’ she thinks as she wipes the tears off her face.

“Wasn’t even scary.” Changbin comments as he wipes his own.

“Oh yeah, you were really stoic out there. With the screaming and crying.” She gestures to her arm, “I think you squeezed me so tightly I bruised.”

“I’m sorry-“

“No no, I’m just kidding.” Y/N looks away from him for a second, blood rushing to her face, “Thank you, for letting me know hold onto you. And keeping me company.” The man smiles sweetly and hesitantly lifts his hand. When he sees Y/N nod slightly, he pats her hair down, fixing it.

“No problem.” Changbin smiles, “You’re pretty too.”

“What?” Y/N feels her face get warmer, to the tips of her ears.

“On the ride, you said I was pretty. You’re very pretty too.” He says bashfully, looking over to the side and seeing Yeonjun and Wooyoung staring at him.

“I should probably-“ “Do you want to-“ They start at the same time before stopping.

“You go first.” Changbin insists.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to get, um, ice cream or something with me? But you go with your friends.” The man hums.

“You said you're here with your friends too. They won’t mind me stealing you away?” The girl looks to her friends, seeing them staring at her and making shooing motions.

“…Trust me. Me being with a guy is probably the most entertaining thing that’s happened all month for them.” She looks back at Changbin, “Will yours?”

“Please. They’d be mad if I didn’t go with a pretty girl.” He winks, “You said ice cream?”

“Ah yes. The way to a man’s heart is the stomach. We can go on a ride that’s more our speed too. Carousel?”

“Sure. You want to hold my arm again?” He teases, and she’d be lying if she said no.

“Maybe later.”

Exactly three years later, the two find themselves at the same park. On the same ride where they met, waiting to move.

“Are you going to cry again, Binnie?”

“That never happened. I can distinctly remember you sobbing and hugging my arm like a stuffed animal though.” Y/N flicks his cheek and kisses it after he whines.

“Liar.” The bar is brought down and Y/N taps her fingers on it.

“We haven’t been here in a while. Think it will be less horrible.” Changbin nods, grabbing her hand.

“Yeah. We have grown and this ride will not scare us. Not that it was scary the first time.”

“Oh okay tough guy.” Y/N laughs and lets go of his hand, “You’ll let me hold onto you?”

“Anytime babe.”

“Oh my god no!” Y/N screams as they speed up.

“It’s worse, how is it worse!” Changbin yells.

“Bin if i die know i love you!”

“I love you too!” It isn’t until the ride slows for the cart to go up. Changbin takes a deep breath in before saying,

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?” Changbin gulps and she looks to see the tears in his eyes.

“I knew you would cry-“

“Will you marry me?” Y/N eyes widen.

“What-“ They go over the edge, and they both scream out.

“What!”

“Marry me Y/N!” Changbin yells again as they speed up, “Be my wife!”

“Yes!” Y/N cries out right before the ride slows down. In a minute the get off and on the ground Changbin kisses her harshly before pulling away and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Seriously? You’ll marry me?”

“Of course I will. I love you more than anything. ” Y/N hugs Changbin close.

“I love you too. I’m so happy.” He cups her face, wiping the tears on her face, “Sorry, it wasn’t that romantic. I didn’t plan on proposing like that. I was going to do it at home, at the end of the day. But I guess I couldn’t wait”

“Wasn’t romantic?” Y/N repeats tilting her head, “We met on this ride years ago today. It’s where our relationship started. Sounds romantic to me. Not traditional, sure, but I like being unique.” Y/N leans forward and kisses the man’s lips softly, then his slightly damp cheek.

“Tears of happiness right?” Changbin scoffs.

“Why else would I be crying?” Y/N laughs, and pats his face lovingly.

“No other reason. Let’s go home, celebrate our engagement.“ She feels giddy just saying the word.

“Actually I kind of want to go on the ride again.” He jokes, but doesn’t laugh when he sees the expression Y/N is making.

“Really?” She leans in, whispering in Changbin’s ear, “Because I know a ride I would rather go on.” She taps her index finger against his bottom lip, and it makes his heart beat even faster than it was on the actual roller coaster.”

“Let’s go!” Changbin exclaims and Y/N grabs his arm so he can pull his fiancé along.

“Should we get married here too?” He teases, and his laugh could probably be heard from across the country when she frantically shakes her head.

“God no.”

#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #stray kids oneshot #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #stray kids #seo changbin #changbin #changbin x reader #changbin x you #changbin x y/n #non idol au #changbin fluff #seo changbin fluff #first meeting #stray kids fic

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lamoobsessions · 3 months

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In the embers of light, I see my love for you.

Newt x Reader(f)

Summary: Set at the Safe Haven, two people hopelessly infatuated carry a conversation of memories and the act of starting over again.

A/N: First time posting on here, so bear with me if I mess something up. Any sort of feedback is appreciated! <3 <3 <3

Warnings: No use of y/n, no reader-specific descriptions, she/her pronouns.

Word Count: 1k

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The fire crackled and popped, emanating a soft warmth in the cool night. The flames whisked in the breeze that carried off the ocean water. It was amazing the fire was still lit. The flames held a miraculous vitality, even after the continuous hours it had been burning and with little attention it had been given.

As captivating as it was, there was something greater catching Newt's eyes -or rather someone. And that someone sat only a few inches away from him, staring intrinsically at the fire. He watched as the light danced in her eyes, illuminating every feature, every detail. Her knees to her chest and arms loosely slunk over her legs, evidently relaxed -comfortable with her surroundings.

This wasn’t always a normal occurrence. It used to be an unfamiliar feeling, almost distant, as if comfortability itself was only a mere idea. Surely, they thought, a feeling like that was no longer felt in a world like their own. No, it would be near impossible to feel such a thing ever again.

But here they are, sitting side by side in each other's company, not a pint of unease to be felt. Unless you considered the fluttering feeling Newt had whenever he was around her. Then, maybe there was some unease, but it’s not an unwarranted feeling. He welcomed this feeling with open arms, accepting it as a feeling of admiration.

“Do you think memories still exist when you forget them?”

The question seemingly comes out of nowhere. Her eyes don’t even deter from the fire when she speaks, as if she hadn’t meant to ask the question outloud.

“Where is this coming from?” He questions.

She shrugs, mindlessly drawing small circles in the sand. It seemed the question wasn’t one derived from a sense of melancholy, but rather from a genuine curiosity.

He smiles to himself, looking back to the fire as he ponders her question. “I’m not sure,” he answers honestly. “I’d like to think so. I’d like to think things don’t just disappear when we forget’em. They’ll still live on in someone else’s memory. Or If not in someone else’s then I’m sure it’s still there, you just can’t see it.”

There’s a moment of silence as she considered his answer, thinking it over, comparing it to an opinion of her own.

“You think it’s possible to retrieve those lost memories?” She adds.

“Maybe, if you try hard enough.”

The girl turned towards him with a look that clearly stated she wasn’t satisfied with that answer.

He huffs with a laugh and perches his arms behind him, propping up his back. Amused by her persistence. “I suppose it’s a matter of significance. How important that moment was, what happened, when it happened, where it happened, stuff like that.” He thinks out loud, looking into the ocean for stability. “That is to say if half your memories weren’t taken from you in the first place.”

At that she laughs, and he feels a sense of pride that he could be the cause of such a wonderful sound. “Yeah, I know there is no retrieving those…I just mean,” She pauses a moment, looking down to the sand. “-moments like this. I don’t want to forget this moment but if I do, I'd hope it wouldn't go away forever.”

He nudges her side lightly. “Well, there’s no need to worry about that. I’m here too. I’ll make sure to hold on to it for you in case you forget.”

“Thanks.” She replies, nudging him in the side in return. “On the contrary, I have this weird distaste towards the term ‘unforgettable’. I think it’s because of the whole memory removal thing. Like, maybe there was a time before all this where I deemed something as ‘unforgettable’. But little did I know I’d be sitting here now, not having a clue what that moment was.”

“So, you don’t think something can be unforgettable?”

“Not necessarily. But usually for me when something is unforgettable it’s a bad thing.”

Newt knew all too well what she meant by that. His mind always seemed to favor trauma over moments of delight.

“Maybe we need to start makin' more positive ‘unforgettables’ from now on then."

“Yeah," She mutters. "Maybe we do.”

A silence fills the air as the two of them reveled in the other's presence. Comforted by the fact that they have each other. With the ocean waves crashing in the distance and the flickering light of the fire, the serene scene almost made it too easy to let all their concerns melt away.

“I must admit, it’d be hard to forget moments like this. Moments with you, I mean.” She confesses, avoiding all possible eye contact.

Though, Newt looks to her, a flattered yet nervous smile on his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she confirms meekly. “I enjoy your company. When I’m with you things seem… easier. Like, life seems to become a little more bearable -and I know how dark and weirdly cheesy that sounds, but it’s true… You make me feel secure.”

Her sudden sentiments struck him, making his ears and cheeks run warm.

Her words weren’t something new to Newt. He had known the impact they had on each other for a while. There was always this unspoken bond. A sort of mutual understanding that they needed each other. Not in a sense of co-dependency but more of a fidelity -a reassurance that they would always have each other.

In spite of all that, the reason her sentiments struck Newt was because of her tone. There was a sense of timidity to her words, similar to one of a confession.

“You make me feel secure too -and I’m not just saying that cause you said it. I mean it, you-” He babbles, trying to formulate his thoughts into words. “You mean a lot to me. Honestly, I don’t know what I would do with you.”

Their gazes meet and she smiles. “You probably would be off your wits by now.” She teases. “You know, dealing with Minho and Thomas is not a one-man task.”

He chuckles. “Bloody right on that one.” He looks back to the ocean, hoping to find the right words hidden in the waves. “I’m serious though. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone quite like you. You’re… astonishing.”

Her features soften, sparking a light in her eyes.

He refuses himself to look her way, afraid he’ll lose all control and let his thoughts spill. However, he doesn’t need to see her to know a smile is still prevalent on her face. He can feel it radiating off her, like the warmth from the fire, like the salt on his skin -like her hand now holding his.

…

The gesture felt natural to her. Laying her hand on top of his, she squeezes it tight as if to extend a gratuity towards his declaration. She then follows his gaze to the dark ocean water, watching the waves fold in the night.

“I actually think it would be hard to forget this moment.”

He hums in question, now feeling it is finally safe to look her way. “Would you say it’s unforgettable?”

A grin sneaks on her lips as she cuts her eyes. “Mm, not yet.”

Now fully turning towards the boy, who appears to be choked on words, the girl’s smile softens. Her eyes flicker to his lips, as if to test the water. He seems to get the implication immediately, leaning in closer to close the space between them. A hand sneaks up her neck as another hovers over her waist. Their lips meet halfway.

Just as fast as the kiss began, it stopped. Foreheads pressed against one another, her hand resting on his cheek, brushing light strokes under his eyes. “I guess it is now,” she breaths, unable to form any other words.

“You guess?” He teases.

A laugh bubbles in her throat, nodding her head once. “I guess.”

Newt pulls her back instantly, simmering in the newly created warmth between them. Her lips curve upward as his does the same.

With desire so plentiful and the stars above abound, there would be no possible way to forget a moment like this. At least, that is what she believed. They would venture this new paradise together, side by side, hand-in-hand -metaphorically and physically.

Though these roads are uncharted, they feel quite tranquil. She felt that something as easy as this would never be topped.

An air of silence separates them now. The two of them mindlessly admiring the other under the silver moonlight. The girl didn’t think Newt looked real. The way his skin soothed in the light. The way his hair weaved through the salty breeze. How his eyes seemed to consume her whole. She thought he looked more like a depiction of an angel rather than a boy.

“Don’t smile at me like that.” He marveled coyly.

“Like what?”

“Like…that.” He gestures slightly towards her before turning to the passing fire.

She takes another moment to indulge herself with his appearance. Loving the feeling he invokes in her heart. Scooting closer to him, she rests her head lightly on his shoulder. “I’ll smile at you all I want.”

She feels a chuckle vibrate in his chest as he rests his head atop of hers. “Fine.” He relents, although it wasn’t much of a retaliation in the first place.

“Fine,” She nudges her head in closer.

Together they sit on the cool sand and breath in the salt air, watching as the fire’s light begins to dim. Only charred wood, fluffy ashes, and flickering sparks remained. As if the fire's job was done for the night.

Just before her eyes began to flutter shut, a pair of lips pecked her forehead.

Maybe Newt was right. There was still much more left for them in this life. They’ve given so much in such little time. Now… it was time to receive. It was time to make new unforgettable moments.

They would be okay.

#newt x reader #maze runner #the maze runner #newt x you #fanfiction #newt tmr #first time posting on here #Whoop Whoop!#listened to a lot of mazzy star writing this

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 3 months

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What does alien an Harry think of Valentine’s Day?

He spends a whole day researching Valentine’s Day and when Y/N gets home, she’s fiddling with the keys to open the door when it suddenly unlocks and swings open on its own. Harry’s standing there, a bouquet of flowers tagged with a handwritten note in one hand, a huge tray of her favorite chocolates in the other, holding the gifts out like trophies as he smiles at her excitedly, though she can see nerves flicker across his face for a split second.

“Happy Day of Saint Valentine!”

She presses her lips together to suppress laughter, correcting him gently as she steps inside their apartment and shuts the door behind her. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Right. Sorry.” His gaze darts between the presents he’d gotten her, suddenly more self-conscious than before. His words come out more rushed than he wants them to, spewing clumsily as his wits fail him for some reason, as if she’s not already his girlfriend. “Will you be my valentine? I got you some candy and the flowers with a letter. I mean, the note says what I just said outloud anyways, but that’s the human tradition, right? The letter? With the plants and the food? That’s what everyone was doing at the store, so I figured it was a safe option. The lady said roses were the most popular choice for— why are you laughing?”

Y/N can’t stop herself from bursting into giggles this time around— not in a mocking way, just a soft sound of endeared amusement. He’s now looking at the items in his grasp like grenades instead of trophies, extending them out from his body as far as possible in her direction, as if he’s scared she’ll reject them and they’ll explode in his face.

“Yes, that’s the tradition.” She accepts the flowers and Ferrero Rochers gratefully, admiring the cursive handwriting on the card that he’d clearly practiced just for this moment. She smiles up at him warmly, eyes brimming with fondness. “And absolutely, I’d love to be your valentine. This is so sweet of you, H. Thank you.”

Harry’s shoulders slump in obvious relief, one of his arms falling back to his side as he scratches the nape of his neck with the hand on the other. He’s still radiating anxious energy, as if waiting for her to tell him he did something wrong.

Y/N ducks her head and takes a whiff of the roses, humming appreciatively at the pleasant scent. She arches one of her eyebrows at him, her tone playfully accusatory. “I’m guessing you spent the whole day researching this, didn’t you?”

Harry’s ears turn as red as the bouquet in her hands. “No.”

Her eyebrow inches up further. “No?”

He sighs in surrender. “Maybe.”

“You’re adorable.”

His sculpted cheekbones blossom with color, matching his ears. “I just didn’t want to make a mistake and ruin it.”

Y/N leans forward onto the tips of her toes and plants a delicate kiss onto his twitching lips. “It’s perfect, baby. Best Valentine’s Day gift ever.”

Harry finally feels the churning in his stomach subside, her reassuring gesture funneling all the angst right out of his system. Adapting to human customs hasn’t exactly been a smooth transition for him— each time a new holiday comes up, his curiosity leads him into digging up every aspect of it, which could take him hours of concentration and memorization. It feels like learning to walk all over again.

It’s all so new and so foreign, it makes him question how much he actually knows about the universe. He can spew endless facts about countless stars, galaxies, and planets in the sky, he can build and operate technology beyond human comprehension, and he can speak a dozen interstellar languages from civilizations most people can’t fathom exist. The potential that he could have misunderstood a simple practice dedicated to celebrating love, which he knows from experience is a universal concept…

He’d never live down the embarrassment. He’s just happy he managed to get this one right without her assistance.

Y/N’s fingers sift between his own, squeezing his hand affectionately as she situates her gifts into the nook of her free arm. She tugs him away from the door, slowly backing towards the living room as she grins at him knowingly. “Why don’t you tell me what you learned?”

Harry’s legs move of their own accord, obeying her silent order. He follows her almost numbly, his body buzzing under her attention. He racks his brain for all the information he’d forced himself to absorb just for her, reciting it like a lecture.

“Valentine’s Day celebrates Saint Valentine, who was martyred by the Roman Empire.” He frowns as an afterthought. “Sad story.”

“Mm.” Y/N agrees, carefully sets her belongings down on the coffee table, pulling him towards the couch. “Go on.”

“Christian soldiers were forbidden from marrying as persecution on behalf of the emperor. Despite it being dangerous and illegal, Valentine ministered weddings for them in secret; he believed love was a right no one should be denied.”

Y/N allows herself to fall back onto the sofa, the action yanking Harry forward as a result. She parts her knees and he stumbles to a halt between them, towering over her with his own knees pressed against the edge of the cushions.

His girlfriend gazes up at him below thick lashes, her expression casual and innocent, but he’s familiar with her antics well enough to know her intentions are anything but.

She blinks up at him patiently, her palms gradually working their way up and down the front of his thighs, massaging them temptingly. “Anything else?”

Harry ogles down at her, his face hot and stomach jittery. He may struggle with reading human behavior, but they’ve been in this position so many times to the point where he can sense her objective clear as day.

“Um…” His tongue feels like lead in his mouth. “He…He was arrested for his crimes and eventually executed. During his time in prison, he fell in love with a woman who used to visit him in confinement— the jailor’s daughter, I think.”

“And?” Y/N’s lithe fingers begin toying with the knot in Harry’s sweatpants, undoing the little bow daintily just to tease him. “What happened between them?”

Harry swallows thickly, his own fingers fidgeting under her sultry influence. “Right before he was executed, he wrote her a love letter. He signed it off with, “From your Valentine.” It’s where the whole tradition of writing valentines originated. Once a year, humans honor his sacrifice by celebrating with the people they love.”

“You got everything.” She notes, easing the waistband of his joggers down a bite to expose the coarse trail of hair along his lower abdomen. She leans forward and presses a wet, lingering kiss along the tinted skin, smiling against it when she hears his breathing hitch. “Smart boy.”

“I try.” He croaks sarcastically, chewing along the inside of his cheek as he clenches his firsts, warding off the impulse to bury his fingers into her hair.

“I have a gift for you, too.” Y/N murmurs, dispensing more sloppy pecks across his clenching tummy, her pillowy lips leaving behind a trail of fire in their wake. “Been waiting to give it to you all day.”

Harry can’t help the way his head lulls backward in bliss, hanging from his strong, taut shoulders as his inhales grow ragged and shallow. His eyes flutter shut as he swims in the feathery sensation of her touch, his mouth parting in a silent groan as her caresses descend even lower.

“I thought we could go out to dinner. Do something nice, y’know?” Y/N studies the heavy bulge forming through his boxers, her eyes glinting with hunger. “But I didn’t expect to see you waiting for me with those flowers, all giddy and nervous…I think we can postpone dinner for a bit, just so I can show you how well you did— so I can thank you. Properly.”

A low, gurgled moan filters from Harry’s parched throat, and the way his nails are digging into his palms in barely contained desperation only amps Y/N’s need to pleasure him.

“Is that okay with you?” She asks with feigned sincerity, as if he’d deny it. She proceeds to mouth along the outline tenting his briefs, reveling in how it jolts under her tongue. “Or do you want to wait until after dinner?”

A sharp, damp gasp rips from Harry’s heaving chest, and he can’t contain himself any longer. His hands grab at Y/N without permission, his long fingers raking into the roots of her hair and holding her in a steely grasp, eliminating any possibility of her drawing back.

His hips buck forward in distress, his body craving the feel of her silky tongue and filthy mouth. He needs to feel the way she laps at him, with shameless determination and experienced skill— the way she uses her lips to dismantle him entirely, gripping the back of his thighs to keep him in place as her head bobs feverishly, eyes watery as the edges of her mouth curl into a dirty grin around his cock. Needs to feel the way she digs her nails into his plush skin as she sucks and licks at the tip tauntingly, tracing sopping kisses down the veins that protrude along his length. Needs to hear her words of encouragement as she edges him towards release, goading him into making a mess— begging him to fill her mouth and get it all over her face.

All of Harry’s thoughts collapse together to form a single statement, which he utters in a gravelly voice through gritted teeth: “Fuck me.”

Y/N’s gaze sparkles with mischief, her fingers hooking along the hem of his underwear but not pulling down quite yet. She wants to make him work for it. “What was that?”

The garbled whine that escapes her boyfriend is full of so much bottled strife, it sends warmth flooding between her parted thighs.

“Fuck me.” He pleads, his accent deep and tattered, his grip on her locks tightening until stars dance across her vision. His head swings forward in order to lock eyes with her, his thick brows furrowed in deprived torment.

Under his white NASA t-shirt (which she’d gotten him as a joke when he first arrived), the alien hieroglyphic tattoos etched across the expanse of his chest begin to glow faintly. “Please?”

Y/N can feel her mouth begin to water in anticipation, and she’s nodding her head fervently in agreement before she can get a single syllable out. “Whatever you want, H. You—”

Her voice is suddenly cut off by Harry’s palm wrapping around her throat, his strength besting her due to her startled state. The dynamic of their encounter completely shifts as he tilts her face back harshly, holding her steady as he glowers down at her with a newfound darkness in the jade of his irises, the surrounding white glowing vaguely like the scripture on his body.

From the moment they started dating, it’s no secret that Harry usually favors being more submissive to her; he prefers to let Y/N take the reins most nights, based solely off the fact that she knows more about sex than he does. That preference also coincides with his nature— he’s reserved, quiet, and tends to fluster easily. It makes sense that he prefers letting someone else show him the ropes.

But Y/N is aware that his compliance is exactly that— a mere preference, and preferences can change over time. He can be dominating when he wants to, and though it took a while for Harry to be comfortable enough to reveal that side of himself, it most definitely exists.

Over the months they’ve been together, Y/N has taught him practically everything she knows, and over the last few weeks, Harry’s been taking authority of their sex life more and more frequently. She’s always more than happy to let him have it; it creates a sort of balance between them she didn’t know was missing. Having control over him is fun, of course, but giving up control to him is even more exhilarating, considering it’s newer territory.

She loves it, to say the least, especially when it’s sudden and unexpected. Such as now.

Y/N struggles to keep her composure in her boyfriend’s unyielding grasp, but she can’t deny the frothing at the pit of her stomach. Seeing him seize ownership like that— seeing him live up to his broad frame, chiseled features, and low register— satisfies her beyond anything else.

Her fingers crumple the fabric under her hands, balling into fists to hide the way she’s trembling with desire.

Harry ducks down, brushing his warm lips across her heated cheeks, the pad of his index finger admiring the outline of her Cupid’s bow. When he speaks, it weighs in low and dense, the way a humid fog would prickle her skin.

“You want to thank me, is that it?”

Y/N nods to the best of her ability, worrying the inside of her cheek with her teeth the same way he had earlier.

“I’ll show you how.” He rumbles, tapping the crescent atop her mouth lightly for significance. “Tongue out.”

She obeys without hesitation, ungluing her chapped lips and sticking her tongue out as far as it will go. Her whole face stings at the prospect of what’s going to happen next.

Sure enough, Harry moves his vice grip from her jugular to her jaw, keeping her in place as he spits into her mouth roughly. She winces at the merciless action, but there’s a certain electricity behind her eyes that shows she’s thoroughly relishing it.

“That should help some, hm? It’ll give some slip, make things go smoother.” He coos mockingly, a nasty smirk shadowing his features. “Are you going to thank me for that, as well?”

Though he phrases it as a question, Y/N can read between the lines— in truth, it’s a command.

Her voice is a frayed whisper. “Yes.”

Harry’s brows quirk into an expectant expression. “Go on, then. Thank me.”

Her lashes shudder as she collects her bearings. “Thank you.”

Harry squeezes her face in entertained acceptance, dusting a soft kiss to her sweaty forehead, the action drastically contradicting his others. “Such a good girl.”

The whimper that claws out of her is borderline pitiful. If her ears hadn’t revealed that to her, the cruel simper on her boyfriend’s face surely would have.

“Now how about you show me what that pretty mouth can do, and then maybe after dinner, I’ll return the favor.”

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