#except a snake instead of a blanket

[agirlnamedhagrid]

people to get to know better

tagged by @kaylithographica (I think!?) ages ago. I’m just hugely terrible at doing these things. I have over 200 “drafts” in my account and I keep meaning to add my thoughts and responses to things and here we are.

Last Song:  “Wait in the Truck” by HARDY

Last Show:  The Recruit? I’m terrible at tracking when I have finished watching what things!  It’s a good show, but oh dear holy god it was tense. I had a friend suggest it because it was “funny” and let me just say that I think very few people with military/intelligence backgrounds (or who were raised by someone in that line of work) would ever find it funny. It was excellent character work, but also terrifying because I have plenty of cause to believe that very little of the supposedly made-for-TV “exaggerations” were actually, well, exaggerations. Again, great and interesting show, but I could only watch an episode or two at a time. I could not physically tolerate binging it.

Currently Watching:  Titans season 4. Literally just watched the first episode of this (final) season.

Currently Reading:  The Wicked King by Holly Black. I don’t often read YA fantasy anymore and I truly forget how hard YA authors go on the politics/cruelty aspect. I think it’s because they can’t lean into the super hot sex/intimacy you get in a lot of adult fantasy nowadays? Regardless, the book is excellent but I had to take a breather and read some cotton-candy adult romance after The Cruel Prince to reset myself for this one, lol.

Tagging (if you wanna):  I never know who to tag because I really am just screaming into the void, so inevitably I get tagged by the people I know first :P

[cosmiiwrites]

OKOK SO FEM!READER X ADAM AND THE ONLY ONE BED TROPE THING LIKE ADAM AND READER GOT SENT ON A RECON MISSION AND THEY HAD TO STAY AT A HOTEL AND THE ONLY ROOM THEY HAD LEFT HAD ONLY ONE BED IN IT AND READER THOUGHT ADAM HATED HER BC LUTE WAS TOO BUSY TO GO ONTO THE MISSION WITH ADAM SO READER HAD TO GO INSTEAD BUT PLOT TWISTTT… ADAM ACTUALLY HAS A LITTLE CRUSH ON HERRR🙈🙈 BUT OBVIOUSLY COCKY ASS ADAM WONT ADMIT IT

˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ one bed

.ೃ࿐ adam x fem!reader .ೃ࿐

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: in which adam and reader share a bed... what could go wrong? cw: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, cussing, cuddling a/n: I LOVED THIS IDEA SMM

"you've gotta be fuckin' kidding me." sera had requested you to accompany adam on a mission somewhere in heaven. you two were to inspect a hotel, and make sure it was suitable for heaven's residents to stay in. you were confused; why hadn't lute gone with him instead? you were sure he would've much preferred it. "adam, the only reason im sending you to this mission with [name] is because lute is unavailable at the moment. she will have to suffice." "ugh, fine, whatever." he looked over at you. "just, dont fuck up the mission, kay?" adam said. you shook your head profusely. ----------------------------------------------------------

the hotel was already fully booked, except for one room. and of course, you guys took it. once you both were led to your room, you two inspected it. one bathroom, a desk, a couch, and... one bed. you two quickly realized the bed situation, considering you both stared at it in utter silence, blushing.

"i'm taking the bed," adam was the first to break the growing tension. "wha- but-" you stuttered. adam's finger flew to your mouth, shushing you. "would you prefer it if we slept together?" he teased. your face turned an unusual shade of red. "i thought so." "whatever," you muttered. "i guess i'll take the couch." it was already getting late, and in the morning you and adam had to wake up early to report back to sera. you took a spare blanket you had requested from room service, and took it to the couch along with a pillow.

it was obviously uncomfortable, you kept tossing and turning and groaning.

adam caught onto this, and was quick to say something about it.

“fuckin’ hell, can you be quiet? im trying to sleep,” adam complained.

“well im sorry, you arent the one sleeping on a couch thats barely half my size!”

he stayed silent for a while, before lending out an offer.

adam rubbed his forehead in supposed annoyance.

“jesus- fuck, fine. you can sleep on the bed,” he groaned. “but if you touch me you’re sleeping on the couch again.”

“trust me, i wasnt planning to.” you huffed.

you took your stuff and lay on the opposite side of the bed.

it was hard to not touch adam, he was pretty much sprawled out!

this idiot, you thought.

a few minutes later, when you thought he was asleep, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist.

adam pulled you towards him, your back pressed up against his chest. he laid his head atop your neck, making your face flush.

“a-adam??” you squeaked, unable to move. he had you trapped in his arms.

you were squirming under his touch, which annoyed him greatly.

“mm… stop moving, you’re making this difficult.”

you were confused. adam was the one who didnt want you touching him!

“oh my god,” you interally face-palmed.

you were cuddling with the asshole everyone called the first man.

and surprisingly, you found it enjoyable.

you slept distraction free and comfortable for the rest of the night.

you woke up still in his embrace: you were on top of adam, his two arms glued to your waist.

you wouldve woke him up sooner if the position you two were in wasnt so comfortable.

but eventually you had to head back to sera.

“dude, get the fuck up,”

“huh— WHAT THE FUCK?!” he yelped. “why are you on top of me??”

“stop the yelling, YOU came onto me. you started hugging my waist!”

adam’s face turned beet red when he remembered. but he would play it off.

“…oh yeah, that. it helped me sleep, okay? if you tell anyone about that i’ll fuckin’ kill you.”

you scrunched your eyebrows.

“jeez, no need to resort to violence. id never tell anyone i spent a night cuddling ADAM.”

you bruised his ego a bit, but he didnt care.

“yeah, well you cant tell me you didnt enjoy it.”

“…fuck you.”

“i knew it.”

adam looked pleased, but before you could respond, he pulled you onto his chest once again, this time placing his hand on your thigh. adam was so nonchalant about the whole cuddling thing. he was acting like it was a normal, everyday activity! not that you would mind if it was, though.

“im going back to sleep,” he yawned.

“but sera-“

“sera can wait.” he grumbled.

“you dumbass.”

[mosaickiwi]

Nails, TV, Moving

Rendacted paints your nails and 'asks' you to move in. 1.3k words, GN reader c:

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

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"Unfortunately for our contestant—" the host’s words get cut off as you press a button on the remote.

"Booooo," you jeered at the TV from your spot on the floor and changed the channel. 

Ren hummed softly at your voice, but didn't look up. Despite the dark bangs that obscure their eyes, you can tell they’re focused. He was happily painting your nails—the same shade of black as his own—at your request. He insisted you sit as close as possible on the blanket he laid down, instead of across the coffee table. He'd only ever painted his own nails after all, so the angle was very important to keep him from messing up. You were certain he just said that because he wanted the closeness.

The screen barely flashes a few frames before you're changing it again. A football game, a cartoon, a drama, and then—you finally stop. There's a couple wandering through a cabin, with a disembodied voice narrating all it had to offer. One of the many house hunting shows that came on every so often.

"Oh, this one's pretty." You put down the remote to watch. The couple head upstairs where the master bedroom is and your excitement quickly dies. "Maybe not. The bathroom is a huge let down."

Ren casts a glance up at the TV as the camera pans over the room once more. He took in the slanted ceiling, with the tub stationed on the lower end, lit up by an angled skylight. He didn't really see whatever problem you had. "What's wrong with it?" he asked.

"The ceiling is already so low. You'd have to fold yourself in half to get in that tub, tall as you are. And you'd probably hit your head every time you got out. We couldn't live there," you grumbled and rested your chin on your free hand, eyes never straying from the screen. "No way I'd put you through that."

You didn't notice how he perked up when your concerns involved him—you even said ‘we.’ A miniscule drop of polish fell on the paper towel under your hand. He wasn't sure if you were being considerate, or if your perfectly normal relationship was at the point of buying a home together. He hoped it was the latter. Either way, including them already planted ideas in their mind. "So then, what's our—your ideal home have?"

"My ideal home…" You’d only really thought about things you didn’t want, thanks to your current apartment. "I can't say I'm very picky. No holes in the walls, enough room to breathe, no rats," you paused for a bit—now they were in a rather awkwardly shaped second bedroom. "When I was little I wanted to live in a bounce house. Or have a freezer dedicated to ice cream."

Ren smiled while he carefully painted the nail of your pinky. "One of those is doable."

"True, but I'd rather not blow up my house every day," you joked and continued pondering. "The location is probably the most important, right?" He silently nodded in agreement as you went on. "Corland Bay's nice and all—having everything so close together makes things easy. Except sometimes I wanna fall asleep without hearing cars pass by or Violet playing games. It's much quieter here. Plus your bed is comfy."

"You're more than welcome to live here, Angel," he innocently offered. “Although maybe you’d enjoy somewhere more secluded.”

“Like just out of town? Not too far from civilization. I'd still wanna be near the beach." You watched the couple fuss about the kitchen in another house before you really processed what he just said. You turned to look at him for the first time since the show caught your interest. "Are you asking me to move in with you?" 

"Oh, is that what it sounded like?" His tone was full of shock, but you could see the way his snake bites pulled up in a faint grin. He examined your nails and lifted your hand once he deemed it finished. "I do have all this space, though. The library’s close by. Beach is a short walk away, too. No neighbors, no noise. I've never had a rat problem. I guess it hits all the marks f’you, doesn’t it, Angel?"

"Ren…" You rolled your eyes at his antics. 

"If you really want to move in that badly, I'm not opposed," he said teasingly. "Other hand."

You didn't respond just yet, merely giving them a playful side eye and placing your hand flat on the table. Gently, you blew air on your wet nails while he went to work. The noise of the TV faded into the background as you thought about his offer.

It was a big step to take. You already spent a fair amount of your time at his place. The ever-dwindling amount of laundry you did at home served as proof. Cohabitating with them wouldn't be much different from now. Ren always gave you space when you asked, even with his clingy personality. He was tidy, quiet, and never made a fuss—the perfect roommate on paper. The real issue was money. A place like this would cost way more than a librarian’s salary could pay.

"As much as I want to, I have to consider rent first," you thought aloud, causing him to stop and look up.

"Angel, you don't need to pay anything." His answer was almost immediate and it surprised you how firm he sounded about it.

You shook your head. "I know I probably can't do half, but I’d like to do my fair share. How much is your rent each month?"

"Well, actually," he stalled and idly rolled the nail brush in his fingers before putting it back in the bottle. The rent was one thing he couldn’t be bothered to keep track of. "...I have no idea?"

"How—what?"

"It's an automatic payment so I never think about it," he admitted, explaining further at your incredulous expression. "I mean I definitely saw it when I found the listing—and when I signed the lease. But I can't remember it off the top of my head."

You had a hard time believing what you were hearing. You knew your own rent by heart—it mocked you every time it took a chunk out of your bank account. A question about how he budgeted weighed in your mind, although the rather calm way Ren spoke clearly answered it: he didn't. It seemed obvious now; he'd been a frivolous spender from the beginning.

The blank look on your face made him a little worried. "Honestly, Angel, it’s not an issue. I’ve been paying it on my own just fine," he insisted. "You don’t have t’worry about any cost if you stay here, I promise.” He’d be happy as a clam to pay triple whatever he already was if it meant you'd move in. Hell, he’d even pay for you to live in one of the empty units next door.

"Fine then," you sighed in defeat, glancing towards the TV screen for a moment. The show was already ending. "If I tried to give you money you'd just find a way to give it back anyways.”

Ren let out a faint breath as if he was holding back laughter, but didn’t disagree. "So, how about it? Gonna move in?” he asked with a sincere smile.

You couldn’t help but smile the same in return. “Yeah, why not? I’d be crazy to say no. I can talk to my landlord and be out in a few weeks, probably.”

His excitement only seemed to grow at your words. He was radiating silent joy, fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as he uncapped the bottle of polish once more. You could almost imagine a tail wagging behind him as he tried to make steady brushstrokes over your nail.

“Are you really that happy?” you laughed and he nodded. “Maybe I should just move in tomorrow.” His hand barely slipped, leaving the tiniest streak of polish on the side of your ring finger.

“Oops,” he muttered.

[giuliettagaltieri]

Against All Odds

Pairing: Groom!Coriolanus Snow x Bride!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: The Bride

Warning: minor wedding drama

Word Count: 2275

4 of 7

Coriolanus believes it is possible for a person to be so happy for his senses to numb over.  It is possible when someone goes into shock and panic.  And the state of happiness he is in is just as powerful.

The crowd cheered so loudly but his head refused to process it.  The colors and movement on the side was also being ignored.  Everything fades to nothing but with the exception of his tactile sensation.

If there was a ticket to Heaven, it is your lips.  It was soft and pillowy, just like how he remembered.  And you are sweet, you tasted just like fresh pomegranate.  The moment your lips touched, there was no point of return.  He opens his eyes to watch you.  Too lost in the kiss, your eyes have fluttered shut.  Expertly brushed lids covering your eyes.

He studies your features while he is in close proximity.  And he was glad to know that he felt the same affections for you when you are only a millimeter far or a kilometer far.  Coriolanus smiles through the kiss, pulls you closer and kisses you deeper.

Your fingers snake to his nape and you play with his hair.  Soft giggles attempt to escape you as his fingers dig deeper to your side.

Finally, Coriolanus lets you go and you part softly, your hair still tickling his cheeks.  You both open your eyes and share the purest of smiles.

The solemn ceremony ended and gave way to the reception.

Coriolanus made sure to give you the most lavish celebration.  It was like all the setbacks from yesterday were a decade ago.

You were most thankful to Dr. Gaul who seeded the clouds last night, making the tempest double its intensity.  The clouds cried the entire night that only a blanket of warm cerulean skies was left.

Tigris exceeded expectations with how well she made the final touches of Coriolanus’ suit.

And Mrs. Plinth gifted you a ruby set as your jewelry which matched the wedding motif perfectly.

Everything was perfect.

But what is a wedding without drama?

Lysistrata Vickers has taken your attention, congratulating you on your wedding.  You were not very close to her during your time in the Academy and University but you share no ill blood.  She was a close friend to Coriolanus in his time at the Academy and that was enough for you to be civil to her.

“I love the barrette.”  You point at the silver ornament that held her hair neatly.  She smiles at you as her fingers carefully brush on it.

“Thank you, I bought it specially for the wedding.”

You smile appreciatively at her as you reach to hold her hand.  The woman is smart, you’d love to keep good graces with her.  Although her kindness needs more filing down.

She excuses herself to get another glass of posca and you let her, now just soaking in the cheerful atmosphere of your guests enjoying your wedding.

You smile to yourself as you reach for your own glass of posca.  You swirl it before lifting it by the stem.  A slight movement from the corner of your eyes has you looking over.  There, Dr. Gaul raises her own glass at you, a sharp smile quirks on her lips.  You lift your own glass to her and you both drink.

Her efforts were well appreciated, perhaps you’d visit the University and fund one of her projects.

“You brought this upon yourself!”

You glance to the side to see your husband talking to Livia Cardew who had her face scrunched. 

Coriolanus was standing with indifference, it was almost comical to see Livia behave so emotionally.

“You always had a knack for making bad decisions but to marry that woman when many more were much suitable for the title!”  She seethes, her nails digging on her cream dress.  The audacity to wear such a color so close to your gown!  “This is what happens to kids with no mothers to guide them”

You glance at a peacekeeper who looks at Livia before nodding at you.

Sighing, you walk over to them.

“Are you insinuating that I should have married you instead?”  Coriolanus asks calmly, but you hear the mocking tone in his voice and you don’t bother to hide your condescending smile.

Livia’s face reddens like a beet and she curls her hand tightly, as if ready to strike.  She looks at the place with disgust.  “This is a mistake!  The Swansworth name died with that vile woman’s father.”

The sound of your heels hitting the floor summoned a smirk to Coriolanus’ face.  He recognizes your pace anywhere.

“I can assure you, it is very much alive.”  You glide next to Coriolanus, hooking your arm with his.  Livia eyes you angrily, the grimace on her face making her less attractive with every second.

“My love.”  Coriolanus acknowledges you and plants his lips on yours. 

You chuckle upon seeing your lipstick stain on his lips and your hand lifts to swipe your thumb on his lips, your enormous ring glinting and blinding Livia with the reflected light.  You and Coriolanus share mischievous smirks as she curses, now rubbing her eyes.

“‘A mistake’ she called our wedding.”  Coriolanus grins.

You continue to look up at him, your smile widening as a peacekeeper approaches Livia and takes her away.  She was struggling and causing a commotion but you and Coriolanus are in your own world and you cannot break the rose tinted hue that your gazes share.

“It has got to be the best mistake we ever made.”  You respond and he can’t help but steal another kiss from you.

The music shifts to a calmer one and Coriolanus places an arm on your waist as he leans down to look you in the eyes quite like how he did earlier in the altar.

But this one was different.  You see the anxiousness in them.

“Do you think you will regret marrying me?”  He asks suddenly and you almost scoffed, had it not been for the sincerity in his voice.

“Are you second guessing your decision, Coriolanus Snow?”  You narrow your eyes, tilting your chin up until your noses brush.

He shakes his head, his arms tightening its hold on your waist.  “No, no.  I don’t think I ever can.”  He glances at your lips and his brows crease.  “I have given you all that I am, Y/N Swansworth.  Please do not break me.”

You sigh, smiling at him with your eyes showing him understanding beyond comprehension.  He wonders how you do it.  Times come when he even struggles to understand himself but you seem to see every fiber of his being in highest clarity.

“You have my heart as your prisoner, Coriolanus.  Hurting you would be the death of me.”

He smiles softly but he remains looking at you, waiting for you to continue.

“The only regret I will ever have from tonight is letting Festus make that toast.”  You place your forehead on his shoulder.  Coriolanus laughs heartily as you groan.

“Indeed.”  He chuckles.  “It was a very emotional speech.”

You roll your eyes.  “There was more sobbing than actual speech.”

His thumb brushes on your back.  “He was just happy.”

“He had too much posca.”  You counter and Coriolanus had to yield.

Mr. Plinth did tell him earlier to know when to shut up once in an argument with his wife if he wanted to keep the marriage long and prosperous.

“Gods.”  Coriolanus groans and you see him massaging his brows.

“What is it?”  You asked, concern lacing your voice.

“Price.”

You glance at the champagne tower behind Corio and you see a reflection of Persephone Price walking in your direction with the widest smile.

“I can try to distract her.”  You offered gently, your hand massaging his arm.  His discomfort towards Persephone was still present despite his attempt to recover from the horrors brought by the Dark days.

“No!”  He was quick to say.  “I don’t want you alone with her.  Or any Price for that matter.  Just give me a moment.”

You stay silent, letting him decide what to do.

Coriolanus can be civil with her if necessary but he decided he did not want that tonight.

“Corio?”  You ask when his eyes darted around the hall before they settled on you.

“May I have this dance?”

“What are you-”

He suddenly pulls you by the hand, laughing as he avoids the crowd.  You were so lost but your feet tried to keep up with him anyway.

“Oh, Gods.”  You gasp when Corio takes a sharp turn after nearly colliding with Grandma’am.  “Sorry, Grandma’am!”  You yell as you continue running with Coriolanus.

Grandma’am fell on her chair, pointing at the two of you as she muttered how you two should not be running, and in your wedding reception too!

Coriolanus laughed as he held your hand tighter.  You laughed along as one of your hands held the tiara attached to your long trail of veil.

You see Tigris in the sides and she gives you a warm smile as you pass her.  It has been a while since she saw the same excitement and joy in Coriolanus’ eyes.  And she has you to thank for it.

Festus cheers as you pass his table, his champagne spilling to the floor and Lystrata grins as she shakes her head.

Cameras were clicking in your direction but you cannot care as you feel yourselves becoming one with the wind, Coriolanus nearly slips on the spilt champagne and you laugh once more as you stomp hard on the puddle, sending a splash to the dress of Clemensia Dovecote who was looking at you with animosity.

At that moment, you did not care about your families’ reputation.

Coriolanus is not the son of Crassus Snow.

You are not the daughter of Thanatos Swansworth.

You were just you.

The doors slammed open loudly and the two of you came to a stop as camera flashes blinded you.  Both of you are breathing heavily, sweat beading on your temples and your clothing sticking to your backs.

Without thinking, Coriolanus pulls you to the side and takes off again.

The paparazzi chases you, asking about your wedding and your plans but you are too busy trying to get as far away as possible from them.

Upon seeing a maid, you halt in your steps and Coriolanus glances at you with perplexity. 

“I have an idea.”

The maid who was carrying a basket full of linen was stunned to see you.  She was in utter shock that she was biting her tongue as she stumbled with her words.

You ended up following her in a secluded hallway.  It was under renovation and one cannot enter unless they come through the servants’ passage.

It was directly above the reception, the maid tells you.  And indeed, you can still hear the loud chatter in the wedding and the muffled music.

The maid scurries away after bowing in a back-breaking manner.

You and Coriolanus share a look and you burst out laughing.

“I cannot believe we spent the entire day yesterday stressing about making this wedding…”  You wave your hand in the air as you roll your eyes.  “perfect.”

“Only to run away.”  Coriolanus chuckles as he stares at the wide lawn, the city center of the Capitol is miles away, thus the lesser light pollution.

A familiar tune has you perking up and Coriolanus watches how you sway with the melody.

“I did ask you to dance, didn’t I?”  Coriolanus walks over to you and offers you his hand.

You narrow your eyes playfully.  “You’re not going to bolt again, are you?”

He purses his lips to contain a laugh.  “No.  I am asking for a real dance this time.”

Humming in content, you take his hand and you let him sway you to the song.  It seems the dance lessons you took while you were in the Academy paid off.

“You are a good dancer.”  You say with your brows slightly raised.

“You seem surprised.”  He replies before dipping you lowly.

The song ends and your chests are flushed together as you breathe heavily.  He keeps his eyes on you as your hand grips on his nape for support.

Your lips look lovely in that angle.

“Don’t divorce me.”  You say quietly, almost in a warning.

Coriolanus was about to retort but you cut him off before he can say anything.

“I studied your constitution and legislation.  I could strip you of power before the weekend.”  No, it was more of a threat.

Despite the venom you are spouting, the smile on Coriolanus’ lips remains undeterred and he kisses your lips with utmost gentleness.

When he breaks the kiss, your stern gaze has softened.

“I made a vow, in front of the gods.”  He says and he pulls you so you are both standing upright.  “I intend to honor that vow.”

You stare up at him before relenting.  Your bottom lip juts out as you smooth out the creases that appeared on his coat. 

“I’m your husband now.”  He grins.

“Oh, is that what you are?”  You feign a surprise as his grin widens.  “I thought you were just a fancy chaperone.”  You suddenly pull him by his collar, no trace of jest in your face.  “Remember what I told you.”

He leans down, his voice low.  “Oh, how easily threats can slide from those lips.”

“Lips you adore?”  You raise a brow haughtily and his smile drops, his eyes hazing over with danger as he leans down until his warm breath fans your face.

“Lips I worship.”

Quest for Happiness

Wedding Magazine by Trinket & Co.

[malarign]

hug me

(how hugs with them would be like)

contains: bf!ot7 x gn!reader | genre: fluff | tw! very very clingy enha, just like we all like, let me know if i should add something though! | wc: 2,6k

author’s note: i’ve seen so many posts about enha and hugs so i decided not to post it, but tbh i kinda like it so hope you’ll do too!

Lee Heeseung | 이희승

➶ cuddling *ೃ༄

something about heeseung screams to me

“i’m comfy, come here let’s cuddle 🥰”

ESPECIALLY since not a long time ago, jake said he’s like a teddy bear

and i couldn’t agree more

look at him

if you don’t agree go find some brains 🥱

“Babe…” Heeseung whined, dragging out the last syllable. “I’m cold without you,” he said more quietly now that you threw him a daring glare across the room.

“Please be patient, Hee. Once I’m finished with this I’m all yours,” you said, focusing on the screen of your computer.

You heard a long sigh behind you and couldn’t help but smile.

“Never thought it’s possible to miss your partner when they’re on the other side of the room. I guess that’s possible only if they’re a complete workaholic and don’t mind neglecting their lovely boyfriend,” he mumbled, curling into a small ball, a blanket covering his whole body, except his face.

“Are you done whining?” you asked, laughing at his dramatic reaction.

“Are you done neglecting me?” He faced you.

“Yes, can you let me under the blanket now?”

Your words made his face brighten and the next thing you knew was him pulling you into his warm embrace.

“Would be nice to be able to breathe, you know?” you spoke, voice muffled by the fabrics of his hoodie and blanket combined.

“Huh? Can’t hear you,” he said in a serious tone, uncovering your face and cupping it with his hands. “You have to either speak louder or not cover your mouth.”

His sarcastic tone made you close your eyes in fury, but it disappeared the moment he placed a few feather-like pecks on your forehead and eyelids. Pulling away he noticed your dreamy smile and closed eyes in serenity. Feeling his lips leaving your skin, you pouted, pointing to your lips.

“You forgot something.”

Without wasting any second he leaned in to plant a soft kiss, bringing you closer with every movement of his lips against yours. His arms around your form tightened their grip, leaving no space for a grain of sand between you, just like both of you liked it the most.

Park Jongseong | 박종성

➶ long hugs *ೃ༄

okay this might be unexpected

but cmon he’s a softie

a little longer hug makes him melt

would bury his face in the crook of your neck

and be happy for the rest of his day 😊

You peacefully started preparing breakfast when you heard pretty heavy and probably sleepy footsteps. You turned around and saw him, walking to the kitchen island with half-opened eyes. You smiled at the endearing view.

Taking a chance of him not beating fully conscious, you spoke in a baby voice: “Good morning. How did my baby sleep?”

He looked at you confused but proceeded to answer, matching your tone. “Good, but I missed my personal heater.” He squinted his eyes, referring to you leaving bed before him.

“Sorry, I wanted to treat you to some breakfast.” You turned around to continue cooking, now pouring pancake batter on the frying pan.

“But it’s always me who prepares breakfast,” he said with a hint of whine in his voice.

“Exactly. It’s my turn,” you said and threatened him with a spatula, waving it in front of him. He chuckled and lazily rubbed his eyes for clearer vision.

Soon you felt how his arms wrapped around your waist, stroking your sides with his fingers. His nose poked your neck, feeling tickles every time the air he breathed out hit your skin. You turned around to feel his warmth better and snaked your arms around his shoulders. He hummed in satisfaction of the closeness between you two and smiled dreamily.

“I could stay like this forever, y’know?” he murmured against your skin.

“Me too, but you need to let me go now, the pancakes are gonna burn.” Instead of loosening his grip around you, he tightened it. “Jay, at least turn off the stove,” you chuckled at his usual morning clinginess. His right hand reached to do as you said and quickly moved back to your waist.

“Pancakes can wait.”

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

➶ “don’t go” hugs *ೃ༄

he’s kinda like jay

but MORE you know what i’m saying?

the moment you hug him there’s no going back

doesn’t matter if you have to leave for work or go back to cooking

you 🫵 are not going anywhere 😇

You ran around your apartment while Jake watched you calmly, sipping on his morning coffee every once in a while.

“It would be quite nice if you helped me a little. You see I’m in a hurry,” you huffed, packing your stuff into your tote bag.

“That would mean you will leave earlier. Which also leads to me missing you earlier. And spending less time with you and…” he started counting all the cons of helping you.

“Okay, okay, I get it, you can’t live without me, I know,” you interrupted him. “But you’ll see me in a while,”

He rolled his eyes. “In a while? Meaning after your job so in like 9 to 10 hours, depending on the traffic.”

“You could also just pick me up after I’m done dealing with those pricks.” You sent him a pleading look.

“Weird way to call your clients. I’ll think about it,” Jake said and stood up from his seat and engulfed your body, trying his best not to rumple your shirt. “Did you eat your breakfast?”

“No,” you said honestly, laying your head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent.

“Well, did you at least pack some lunch?”

“I didn’t have time to prepare one.” You bit your lips at the thought of having to waste your time on break.

“Thankfully, your amazing boyfriend prepared you one, while you were maniacally looking for your ID. I don’t understand why you can’t just keep it in one place,” he said, continuously patting your back.

You faced him and pecked his lips quickly. “You’re the best.”

You tried to break free from his arms but the more you tried the more he didn’t want to let go. “Jake,” you said in a warning tone.

“Don’t go,” he mumbled and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You still have a minute or two.”

“What should I do with you?” You shook your head in disbelief and just melted in his touch.

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

➶ coat hugs *ೃ༄

okay, listen

sunghoon + cold days >>>

our ice prince just fits winter so perfectly

but seeing you freezing makes him just want to squeeze it away from you

that’s why he covers you with his coat and ugh it would be so warm :((

You waited at the train station, shaking slightly as the acute wind hit your body. Sunghoon’s train was a bit late, which he warned you about. Still, you being you, were there 10 minutes too early, since you couldn’t stand being late.

You heard a faint sound of a notification. “One more station, hope you dressed warmly.” You could already sense the scolding you were going to listen to once he sees you. Sunghoon knew very well of your habit of dressing not according to the weather, though without his help you weren’t able to choose how warmly you should dress. You tried to text him back, but your fingers were already frozen and you couldn’t aim to the right buttons.

Thankfully his train soon arrived at the station and once the passengers started to get off, you tried to spot your boyfriend. Squinting your eyes you spotted his tall silhouette, along with his displeased expression.

He walked to your shaking body and nodded slightly. “Now I see why you didn’t reply to me.”

“Well, hello to you too,” you scoffed at his comment. Without saying a word he unbuttoned his coat and engulfed you in his arms. You nestled up to him and wrapped your arms under his coat.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he said against your hair, and you felt how blood rushed to your cheeks. “Are you at least a little more warm now?” he asked and felt your nod in response. “Do you want to go now?” You shook your head. “Is this how we’re going to communicate now?” he chuckled and laughed when he felt another nod from you.

You raised your head from his chest to face him. Climbing on your toes you placed a cold and delicate kiss on his lips. You wanted to cup his cheeks but just when your hands touched his skin he hissed at the freezing feeling.

“Sorry!” you said in guilt and removed your hands quickly. You frowned as he took both of your palms in his and placed them on both sides of his neck. “It’s okay, I don’t want you to be cold,” you said, feeling how your heart melted at his gesture.

“Once you’re a little bit more warm I might treat you to some hot chocolate, so choose wisely.” Just as he expected, you stayed in his arms, warming up against his warm body.

Kim Sunoo | 김선우

➶ “i missed you” hugs *ೃ༄

tbh i don’t see him as much of a hug guy

BUT ☝️

just IMAGINE him running all excited after not seeing him for a while

all smiley and happy

once you’re in his arms he doesn’t let go because he misses you so much </33

Anticipation flooded your whole body as you waited in one of the dressing rooms in the venue. It was their last concert before comeback promotions and coming back to Korea, after weeks spent in the States. Just yesterday you called him and spent a solid two hours telling each other how you missed one another. What he didn’t know was that as you were talking you were about to board your plane to surprise him.

The last stage of an encore was finished and all the staff members who kept your company ran to collect their mics and in-ear monitors. Your heart started to beat faster as the familiar voices were louder and clearer. The door suddenly opened and you saw Jake, who was just as surprised as you were. His expression changed, giving you a very telling look, and backed off.

“Sunoo, somebody is waiting for you!” You heard him say and within seconds your boyfriend peeked into the dressing room curiously.

His eyes widened as his lips parted in shock, which soon was replaced by his endearing smile. Without a second thought he slowly wrapped his arms around your form, still in a big shock to see you there.

“Y/nie,” he finally said. “What… what are you doing here?”

“I just couldn’t wait another day without seeing you,” you whispered with closed eyes in bliss of the smell of his perfume and his warm touch. How you missed the feeling of having him so close. “Are you surprised? You didn’t suspect anything?”

“Not at all!” he exclaimed, excitement painting on his face. “When did you arrive?”

“Like, three hours ago.” You pulled away slightly to take a look at your watch. He pulled you back into his hug and placed his head on your shoulder.

“I missed you,” Sunoo confessed, not breaking the hug.

“I know, but I missed you more.”

Yang Jungwon |  양정원

➶ “i’m proud of you” hugs *ೃ༄

yes, jungwon and the “i’m proud of you” agenda continues 😀

in my defense,, he’s an aquarius and as an aquarian myself

i know the pattern, trust me

he might be pretty tough to others but to his close ones? Softie with capital SSS

he’s proud of your every accomplishment even those trivial ones like ordering a takeout 💀

(plus it’s another opportunity to hug you)

Jungwon peeked into your study room, for the nth time this evening, hoping to see you finally away from your computer. But once again he was disappointed with the view of you staring at the screen, writing the report maniacally.

“Love?” he started but you held your palm straight in front of him, eyes not leaving the document.

“Please, don’t. I’m almost done but I need to focus fully.” You said almost incoherently, trying to maintain calm.

He slowly nodded, leaving the room quietly.

To say that he was worried is not enough. He was just as stressed and nervous as you were. Seeing you in distress was probably the worst, but he believed in you. He knew you were going to accomplish everything you do, no matter how little time you have. Though he wished there was a way he could help you.

He walked his way to the kitchen and prepared your favourite tea along with some fruits for you to eat once you’re finished. Which you did, not long after you told him to leave.

His face brightened up at the view of you stretching your arms up cutely in the middle of the living room.

“All finished?” he asked.

“Yes,” you nodded and munched on the piece of the fruit he held in front of you. “Thank you, Won, and I’m sorry if I was rude. That report really drained me and I didn’t want to lash out at you.”

“You didn’t,” he said calmly and cupped your cheeks. You leaned into his embrace, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck. “I’m so proud of you, Y/nie.” He swung your bodies to the sides, as his hand patted your head lightly. Your phone rang with a notification and you quickly checked out to see your boss’s compliment.

“I knew I could trust you with this, as always quick and effective.” You read the message out loud and smiled confidently.

“That’s my baby.”

Nishimura Riki | 西村力

➶ height difference hugs *ೃ༄

as much as he would want to be viewed as a tsundere bf

he’s not babe, we all know that

he finds you the cutest, no matter if you’re younger, older

what gets him the most? height difference obviously 🙄

seeing that just makes him want to pat your head and stuff

so to keep his image he just pulls you in a hug

“Riki!” Your voice reached his ears. He slowly turned around on your sofa, to face your annoyed state.

“Yes, my lovely Y/nie?” He asked sweetly, pretending to be oblivious. Just as he expected, you pointed to one of the shelves in your kitchen, well, more precisely to the highest shelf. Seeing that he slowly got up and made his way towards your fuming with anger expression, that he found nothing but cute.

“I swear to God, if you don’t stop putting those on the top shelf…” you started but he interrupted you.

“Woah, woah!” His eyebrow raised and he held his palms in front of you. “Do you know that threats are punishable?” He asked seriously, proceeding to put his hand on his chest.

Rolling your eyes you grounded out: “Just hand me that damn flour.”

He smirked and casually reached for the product you needed and put it on a kitchen counter. “My dear, what would you have done without me?”

“I would just get a chair.”

“Yeah, just so your clumsy ass could trip and you would whine to me that you’re hurting.” He said and bopped your nose. Before you could oppose, he continued: “And we don’t want that, do we?” he said as he pulled you towards his body. He naturally placed his head on top of yours and you couldn’t help but melt in his embrace. Your rage soon turned into bliss and calmness of his heartbeat and the occasional pecks he left on the top of your head.

“I just want to be helpful sometimes.” He said quietly.

“You could just also help me cook, and not place everything so high.” You chuckled at his silly argumentation.

“That would be no fun.”

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[lunarfleur]

My I Love You ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales

Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @gloomyluvr @hiyaitssans

Warnings: None except for slight cursing!

A/N:I got this wonderful idea from @/gloomyluvr. I just love this sm

This is x gender neutral reader!

Miles was so warm.

That’s the only thing you could think about. He generated heat like the sun, his skin a firey blanket you knew he would only let you enjoy. It was soothing you, but you didn’t even know you needed soothing.

Miles was a different kind of gentle with you, a sweet kind of soft you hadn’t even known possible. You’d seen him be kind to his mom-who he loved so dearly-but even with her you would find his typical teenage pride held off his affection. He didn’t seem as ashamed with you.

You sat in his room quietly, his arm keeping you tucked closely against his body. Even through his clothes, his warmth spread over your skin like a disease. His cheek sat gently on the top of your head, his free hand sitting behind his own. His door was cracked open, leaving a single sliver of light sitting against his otherwise dark room, at the request of his mother.

Footloose played in front of you, his laptop sitting on his thighs, covered in his comfiest black sweatpants. His fingers played with the hem of your t-shirt sleeve. The fabric pushed and pulled against your skin.

Looking at him, you hummed. He was pretty. Very pretty. The light that came from the hallway made his rich skin shine. The specks of green in his eyes glowed. His nose sat so nicely against his face. His jaw, even when slacked or relaxed, was tight and firm.

Noticing your eyes, Miles glanced at you. A small smirk grew on his lips.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asked. You shook your head. His fingers danced across the skin of your arm softly.

But even when you forced your attention back to the movie in front of you, Miles’s eyes didn’t leave you. It was a solid 2 minutes before he realized he was even doing it.

He tapped you gently on the shoulder, sitting up straight. You expected him to pause the movie, to get up to use the restroom. But he instead slid his hands up from your neck to the sides of your face.

“Tell me to stop?” He whispered. But it wasn’t a demand, nor was it a threat. It was suggestion, an invitation.

You shook your head, and Miles leaned in slowly. His lips only ghosted yours until you moved into his touch. You felt him tense, his shoulders straightening, then his whole body relaxed altogether.

Once you pulled away, eyes opening, he sat in front of you. His eyes remained closed. His lips pressed tightly into a firm line. They opened slowly.

“Everything okay?” You asked. He nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I just,” Miles hesitated. “I just really…love you.”

Fuck. That was new.

You had said it a few times before, as a goodbye when hanging up the phone or parting for the night. He’d leave you with a kiss on the corner of your mouth, but always resorted to avoiding the phrase altogether. It was out of fear on his part.

A part of Miles told him that those three words were a jinx, that if you said them it automatically meant things weren’t going to last; that something would go wrong. Every relationship his uncle ever had ended quickly and his father had died. His mother was left heartbroken. That was proof enough, right?

‘Our family doesn’t run from things, mijo,’ his mother had always said.

So he sat before you, watching the way your eyebrows raised. He could have sworn your eyes were glowing.

You leaned forward, fingers intertwining with his. You leaned back against the pillows, pulling him back with you.

“I love you, too.”

He released the breath he didn’t even know he was holding and leaned back. His arm snaked back around your shoulder, this time your hand grabbed onto his. His weight pressed against you, heavier this time. His eyes stared at the side of your face.

Looking over at him, you were quick to give him a reassuring smile. You knew it was hard for him, but God did it make you feel good.

He smiled back at you, a sight you knew he’d only let you enjoy, before firmly pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

[mncxbe]

OKAY SO, IVE ONLY RECENTLY FOUND THIS ACC AND OMFG I LOVE IT SM, UR WRITING >>>>

okeyokey, so, i love cats, i saw the spicy cat hcs/scenarios and i thought VGAHIVAGYCFTUACTUYVGUAVGYU I LOVE IT, and uhm, so i so kindly ask u for more cat ability hcs/scenarios with Jouno and Tecchou, but this time more fluffy ones (omg imagine them finding out their s/o likes head pats and then purring VFGYCDRTCDRTCD), i would marry u frfr

anon we're married now duh🙄🩷 this was so fun to write hope u like it♡

2:59☆

𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐, 𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

°☆○

𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐

he doesn't care much about your ability tbh but he does find your personality adorable.

Jouno doesn't admit it easily but he likes how playful you are. devoted yet independent, just like a cat

you avoid shifting to your cat form at home because cat hair bothers him😭 if you leave hair on the couch he's gonna make you clean it with a lint roller

he absolutely loves it when you lay your head in his lap; he takes this opportunity to run his fingers through your hair and caress you gently. you often fall asleep like that so he has to carry you to bed♡

ironically calls you kitten💀

now hear me out now. he has a spray bottle and when you get on his nerves by being too clingy he sprays you

besides that he loves how quiet and collected you are. most people are clumsy, loud and unbearably annoying but not you. due to your ability you're naturally more quiet. except when he cuddles you...

It was one of those early December evenings when you and Jouno were tucked under a blanket on the couch, watching a generic, sappy Christmas movie.

"God how can someone come up with such a shitty script..." sighed your boyfriend, turning his head towards you.

The slow, steady rhythm of your heartbeat signaled him that you were fast asleep and he let out another sigh; this time softer, more sympathetic. He quickly turned off the TV and picked you up with ease, earning a sleepy groan from you- before tip-toeing to your shared bedroom.

Once you were both underneath the crisp covers Jouno finally allowed himself to enjoy a few minutes of silence. It's been a hard day at work; meeting, tiresome interrogations and if this wasn't enough he'd been paired up with Tecchou for a mission. He did his best to push all the dark thoughts in the back of his mind and closed his eyes, focusing instead of the sweet sounds you made as you tossed around in bed, sighing softly, breathing slowly; 1,2,3 inhale... 1, 2,3 exhale.

Soon enough, sleep crept up and he drifted closer to you. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he relished the welcoming warmth of your body. His chin came to rest on your head, fingers gently kneading your plush thighs.

Jouno was close to falling asleep when a sudden noise alerted his senses- a soft rumble, coming from you. He felt the light vibrations of your ribcage against his chest.

"You've got to be kidding me" he sighed, a tinge of amusement laced in his voice.

You lazily opened your eyes at the sound of his voice. "What babe?"

"You're purring again. And I can't fall asleep"

"'m sorry dear. You know I can't control it" you mumbled as you turned to face him. Snaking your arms around his waist you placed a chaste, apologetic kiss to his jaw and closed your eyes again, drifting back into your slumber.

Your boyfriend only hummed in response and sighed, fully relaxing in your embrace. Slowly but surely, the sound of your purrs lulled him to sleep.

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

he absolutely loves your ability. I get the feeling that he's a cat person?? so he adores you, quite literally, in all shapes and forms

Tecchou cuddles you a lot. in bed, on the couch, during breakfast when you sit on his lap; he just loves you

his heart literally melts when he hears you purring while you cuddle

sometimes you surprise him at work, sitting in front of the Hunting Dogs hq in your cat form- a little calico cat with a fluffy tail and emerald green eyes- and waiting for him to return from a mission so you can go out and have lunch together♡

baby boy is so soft when he sees you napping; and you do sleep a lot in your free time due to your ability. often when he comes home you're curled up under your blanket on the couch. he just sits down next to you and peppers your face with sweet kisses

still, due to your ability you're a picky eater, so you refuse to eat most of his strange food combos

"Come on Y/N. Just try it I promise it's good" pleaded your boyfriend in a sad voice, looking at you from across the counter with big, sorrowful eyes.

You shook your head in response, eyeing the mixture of soy sauce and chocolate pudding before you.

"Nuh uh. I ain't touching that". You crossed your arms over your chest, slightly tilting your chin upwards to make your point. Your mind was made.

"But angel I made it for you" sighed Tecchou, visibly disappointed. "Just a taste baby please"

You eventually gave in, rolling your eyes as you grabbed a spoonful of the questionable mixture and stuffed your mouth, instantly regretting it. The pudding tasted salty and had a mushy texture resembling sand on the beach. Still, noticing Tecchou's hopeful expression you did your best to swallow, feigning a smile.

"Wow it's actually pretty good" you said weakly, earning a sigh from your partner.

"You don't have to lie to me, angel. I can tell you don't like it". His amber gaze lowered, shoulders slumping in defeat and you huffed, leaning closer to grab his hand from across the countertop.

"Look baby. I appreciate you trying out new recipes for me. It's really sweet, but they aren't that appealing to me"

Tecchou looked up at you, thumb brushing against yours as he nodded.

"Aight, I got it" A smile finally tugged at the corners of his lips and you leaned in to kiss him, earning a satisfied hum. When you pulled away he was beaming again, eyes sparkling with adoration.

"Say..." you began again, pressing one of your palms against his chest "You've got any more of that chocolate pudding left. The untempered one I mean."

Tecchou chuckled slowly and pointed at the fridge. "There's plenty left"

"How about we share it then?"

You grabbed the pudding from the fridge and a clean spoon before returning to your boyfriend. Prying the crisp aluminium foil off the pudding you scooped a spoonful and fed it to Tecchou, who smiled down at you.

"Well I can't deny it. It definitely tastes better than what I made"

You purr lightly in response, raising to your tippy toes to kiss the sweet taste of chocolate off his lips.

"See, I told you so"

[b1ackoutartist]

Serenity's Embrace

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

fluff

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Late in the evening, the apartment Y/N shared with Natasha was quiet. The usually bustling space was still, except for the soft hum of the air conditioner.

Natasha renowned for her fortitude and fierce courage, sat silently on the couch. She was wrapped in a blanket, her head hung low, and tired eyes stared at the floor. She had had a long day, filled with perilous missions and arduous debriefings.

Y/N, upon entering the living room, noticed Natasha's rare vulnerability. Her heart filled with concern and a deep-seated need to offer comfort. "Tasha," she softly called, sitting next to her, her hand reaching for Natasha's. "What's wrong, love?"

Natasha didn't speak, didn't even meet Y/N's worried gaze. She merely shook her head, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Instead, she moved closer to Y/N, tucking herself into her embrace. Her arms snaked around Y/N's waist as she buried her face into Y/N's chest, pushing them both down so they could lay down.

Surprised by the uncharacteristic show of vulnerability, Y/N instinctively wrapped her arms around Natasha, holding her close. She could feel Natasha's breath, slow and steady against her chest. Her hand gently traced circles on Natasha's back, attempting to soothe her troubled spirit.

"Shhh... It's okay, Tasha," Y/N murmured, pressing a gentle kiss onto the crown of Natasha's head. The scent of her strawberry-scented shampoo filled Y/N's senses, bringing with it a wave of familiarity and shared history.

"Need you," Natasha mumbled against Y/N's chest, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words were few, but they were filled with the depth of her feelings.

Y/N’s heart squeezed at the confession. "I'm right here, Nat. I'm not going anywhere," she assured her, her voice soft and comforting. It was rare for Natasha to let her walls down, but Y/N cherished these moments. It made her feel special, trusted.

Natasha hummed in response, her grip tightening around Y/N as if to reassure herself of Y/N's presence. She didn't say anything else, choosing instead to enjoy the peaceful moment and the warmth Y/N offered.

Eventually, Natasha's breathing slowed, her body becoming more and more relaxed against Y/N's until she finally drifted off to sleep. Y/N looked down at Natasha, her heart full of affection for the woman in her arms.

"I love you, Natasha Romanoff," she whispered softly, her hand gently stroking Natasha's red hair. The three words echoed in the silent room, imbuing the air with pure, unadulterated love.

In her sleep, Natasha smiled against Y/N's chest, as if she heard her, her arms pulling Y/N closer to her. It was a silent acknowledgment, a tacit reciprocation of the sentiment. Even in her sleep, Natasha's heart responded to Y/N, and her body moved closer, seeking comfort and love.

[ravencincaide]

A caring gesture 

Summary: “Okay, imagine it's Valentine day, and somehow dazai forget it was today (yes this smartass actually forget about it). But you did him the most incredible surprise when he gets back”

Pairing: reader x Dazai

Requested by: @avocate-assia-dazai Thank you so much for participating in Raven's special and sending me this request.

Warnings: Light cursing, Dazai fluff.

Hope you enjoy~

Dazai hated abroad missions; leaving early in the morning and coming home sometime in the wee hours of the night.  His body ached, bruised and beaten while his mind remained foggy, the lack of sleep and the jetlag that came with being awake for over forty eight hours. 

Ahh if only sleep deprivation could grant him the sweet release of death, then Dazai would never utter another complaint. Or maybe precious relief from this plagued life would appear just as his body finally made contact with the all-too welcoming couch of the ADA- the perfect place to slack the remainder of his shift before he could bounce away to your apartment. Yes, just another two steps- one step and Dazai flung his body onto the familiar couch, salvaged its sweet fragrance, soft cushions, fluffy blanket and red velvet material– wait why was it red? 

Instantly Dazai was up on his feet. 

His eyes narrowed as he stared down at the thing which replaced his all too familiar resting spot. Not only was this couch larger and covered in red velvet covers but it was filled with several fluffy blankets in white and pink. The precious space held several heart shaped pillows and on the armrest was a card yet-to-be-placed inside its matching envelope. Happy Valentines Day it said on the front of it, Valentines- Dazai’s eyes widened in realization and frustration as he ran a bandaged hand over his face. Of course, how could he have forgotten? You were talking about it just before he left for the mission, making plans for- for today. Hearing the door to the ADA open Dazai rubbed tiredly at his eyes; the sound of your click clack shoes made a part of him want to hide while another part of him dreaded seeing you. Tiredness washed over him like pulsating headache- hurting him almost as much as the difficult conversation he was expecting to have with you. 

In his experience women did not handle missed valentines well. Surely you’d be no exception, 

“ Oh you’re back early ‘samu” you sounded almost awkward as you came closer and closer to him. Instead of wrapping your arms around him however you stopped a few paces away and let out a low disappointed sigh “ Damn and here I had hoped dinner would arrive before you got back” 

Your words made Dazai’s head snap up and turn to face you, only to see you holding a stack of paperwork in your hands. His paperwork. Which you carefully placed on the couch side table before taking a seat. 

The action made Dazai frown, unsure whether he was seeing the situation correctly. “ Belladonna?” he asked cautiously as he watched you sorting the papers, a concentrated frown on your lips. 

“ hmmm? Sorry, you’ll have to wait a little for dinner. BUT I think it will be here in an hour or so,do you wanna get some rest in the meantime?” he watched, the way you looked up and him a small reassuring smile before going back to the task at hand. 

Cautiously, like a wild animal Dazai inched closer before taking a seat beside you. Careful fingers trailed from your shoulder down your arm. His expression guarded “ It’s Valentine's day today” 

“ I know” you reply picking your next words carefully “ I also know you’ve just returned from abroad so I thought our grand plans could wait until the weekend when–” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as Dazai’s arms snaked around you before pulling you down with him into a lying position. Long legs intertwined with yours, face buried in the crook of your neck. His hold around you was tight, somehow more clingy than usual.

“ Thank you, Bella” Dazai whispered in a rare sign of vulnerable affection, “ Now stay like this while I sleep, I’ll make it up to you later.. please?��� and all you could do was nod, not daring to shift in case you disturbed your already half-asleep lover. 

This was not how you two had planned to spend your Valentines together, but judging by Dazai’s actions he didn’t mind the change of plans too much. And neither did you. 

Author note: Happy Valentines day! I hope this request fullfilled your expectations. Stay tuned for the next update in another four hours.

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[th0rns-n-r0ses]

a sticky situation ~

axl rose ~ smut ~ female reader ~ 1335 words ~ ~~~~~ Each Saturday night, the band gathers together at someone’s house and watches a movie. Whoever the host is gets to pick the movie. It’s a fun little tradition you guys all do. And even though you’re not a part of the band, you’re friends with each of the guys, as well as Axl being your boyfriend.

The six of you were all on the L-shaped couch in Axl’s basement, where he usually centered hangouts and parties. All the guys are huddled together on that somewhat-small couch, sipping beer and occasionally grabbing for a snack as the slasher movie that Axl chose plays for them.

You and Axl are snuggled up pretty close together, your side pressed right against his. A thick and fuzzy blanket covers the both of you as you snuggle, keeping you warm. One of Axl’s arms snakes around your shoulders and rubs your tricep occasionally, as if supplying you a sense of comfort and care, which is really his big thing when it comes to relationships. Whilst Axl is rather aggressive onstage and to those he isn’t close with, he’s always cautious and caring when it comes to his significant other. Feeling this surge of love from him, you lean your head on his shoulder. It’s a sweet moment, really, but Axl seems to have other plans.

“Baby,” He whispers into your ear, “I want to feel inside you.” You press your lips together, his tone sending a surge of lust rushing through your veins. As if he’s in control, you begin to feel extremely hot as you desire feeling him. Upon seeing your face flush, he uses his free hand and traces it over your hips, finding the button to your jeans. Feeling around a little, he slowly undoes the button and glances around at the guys to see if they’re catching on yet, but everyone’s attention is glued to the screen. Of course, except you and Axl. You’re pretending to focus and keep your breathing steady while Axl slowly reaches your heat. Axl smirks and unzips the small fly on your jeans slowly, trying not to make any noise from the zipper and accidentally catch someone’s unwanted attention.

“Lift your legs up a bit.” He whispers, and you follow his command, standing up ever so slightly so he can take your jeans off a bit. Axl’s strong and cool hands slowly pull your jeans off and down to your lower thighs, giving him access.

“Good girl. You can sit down now.” He uses his arm that’s around your shoulder to push you down. You can feel his strong muscles flex along your neck and shoulders as he gently yet forcefully sits you back down. It’s the ultimate turn on and you can feel yourself becoming even more wet, and you let out a long breath to try and ease the tension that’s going on between you both for a short amount of time.

Axl’s fingers lightly trace the lacy panties you have on, teasing your skin ever so slightly. He bites his lip, trying to refrain from egging you on and talking dirty to you, but he eventually breaks and begins to whisper into your ear.

“You wanna feel my fingers inside your wet pussy, baby?” He whispers, his tone dripping with lust. It takes every fiber of your being not to let out a moan from that tone he’s got on his voice. Instead, you simply swallow and nod your head.

“Yes, Axl, I- I wanna feel you.” You whisper back, looking into his lust-filled eyes. He gives you a sly smirk, his fingers still teasing your panties and the skin beneath. It’s clear he wants you to beg for him, but from the circumstances, he wasn’t gonna make you. In fact, he sincerely looks down upon it, fearing the humiliation of being discovered. His index and middle finger slip under your panties a little, pulling them down and off of you, ever so slightly and very slowly. He sees the way you’re trembling and he moves the hand that was on your tricep to your mouth, making sure you don’t moan.

“Shhh..” He whispers very quietly into your ear, continuing to slowly slip your panties down your thighs. “Don’t make a sound, pretty girl.” You swallow and let out a breath, trying to keep your breathing cool. His fingers slide your panties off a little more, them now resting mid-thigh. Axl takes another glance at the guys. Slash fell asleep, and Izzy, Duff and Steven are all watching the movie still, but Steven seems a bit disinterested and dozing off.

Axl gives you a playful yet seductive smirk, then his fingers trail down your inner thighs, teasing the sensitive skin. Your breathing falters a bit as you feel him touching so close to such an intimate part of your body. His fingers trail up, then to your clit, rubbing it to begin the pleasure. A moan almost falls from your lips, but you suck it up into a sharp inhale. His fingers rub in that perfection he never fails to give to you. It’s that incredible feeling you know will eventually lead to sweet satisfaction.

He whispers dirty things into your ear, such as “You’re such a slut” and “You like this, my little whore?”. You bite your lips to refrain from whimpering, fearing what the others would think, but fearing Axl’s potential disappointment or anger more. His fingers trail down and away, then right around the lips. His fingers touch and tease a little, making your hips move in ways that tell him you want him, and you want him now.

He gives your jaw a little nip, then his fingers slip inside your wet cunt. A very slight whimper escapes your throat, only loud enough for him to hear. He smirks and moves his fingers inside of you, enjoying the feeling of your wetness.

“You like this, baby? You like this, you pretty slut?” He whispers as his fingers continue to please you and your breathing and heart rate increases. You can feel your clit throb and the pleasure becoming more evident, the incoming orgasm becoming ever closer.

“Fuck, Axl..” You let out a breathy and quiet moan. “I’m gonna.. Mmmmhh..” “Not yet, baby. Just a little longer.” He nips your neck, his teeth scratching the skin. His fingers shovel deep inside your cunt, making you have to force moans to stay restrained in your throat. You wiggle a little, your hips moving around on his hand and fingers.

“You’re such a good girl, baby.” Axl gives you a hard bite on the neck, causing you to let out a silent moan while wriggling under the blanket you two were using to keep your activities obscure from the others.

“And for being such a good girl,” He whispers into your ear, then leaves a hickey on the side of your neck in such a place that will allow it to be obscured by your hair. “I think you deserve to cum now.” His fingers hit your g-spot, and he moves them against it with each movement, making your knees weak and your thighs shake a little. You take in a shaky breath, your orgasm creeping closer with every last touch of his fingers inside your pussy.

“I- Axl, mmmmmh, fucckkk…” Your breath hitches and you quickly shove your face into a pillow to let out a moan as you cum all over his fingers.

“What a good girl.” Axl gives you another hickey, this one behind the ear. He moves his hand away, holding his other hand beneath it so your slick doesn’t drip off onto the blanket, couch, or either of your clothes. He quickly moves his fingers into his mouth, licking his fingers off and tasting your sweet cum in his mouth.

“God, you’re sweet.” Axl smirks at you, then reaches back down to scoop up a little more and slip his fingers back into his mouth.

“Let’s bring this to the bedroom, babe.” ~~~~~ [Far from my best work but hey I think it's alright]

[vikinglanguage]

An assortment of more or less ridiculous Danish phrases to incorporate into your day-to-day life! (part the 2nd)

strømpesokker (noun, fk. pl.) – socksocks Or stockingsocks, if you will. It's socks either way.

(hjemme)futter (noun, fk. pl.) – (home)choos I literally had no idea how to translate this, but basically futter (fut in singular) are like slippers or any kind of cozy, comfortable shoes you'd wear indoors. I don't know why we sometimes call them that, but fut is also the sound a train makes. Thus: choos.

blamsefi (noun, fk.) – blasmephy Blasphemy, but wrong because it sounds funnier like this

idyd (interj.) – indeed This is what we in Danish tend to call an undersættelse (see below) of the English indeed. I 'in' and dyd 'virtue', but it kind of sounds like deed. Again, I don't know anyone who uses this except from my immediate family

undersætte (verb) – transearly (extremely not literally) Allow me to explain: in Danish translate is oversætte (lit. over + set, likely a calque of Latin trādūcō via German übersetzen). When you underdo the act of oversætte, so when you translate something badly, especially if you do it too literally, you have not translated it – you have transearlied it (excuse my creative liberties here)

hils (verb, imperative) – tell them I said hello You can use this in literally any situation when someone announces they are going anywhere at all. To Austria? Hils! Grandpa's uncle's dog's funeral? Hils! The restroom? Hils! (even better if it's not a public restroom). However, this is traditionally used to tell someone to tell the person on the other end of a phone call hello from you

knep (interj.) – fuck (literally) Literal translation of English fuck. This is considered extremely vulgar in the same way that I think fuck is to especially older speakers of English (?)

stande (verb, dialect) – refurb An alternate way to say istandsætte (long, boring, standard Danish) in the dialect of the area of Jylland where I'm from (Salling). It means to fix, repair or refurbish

slo (adj., dialect) – stale Literally means the same as stale, which (imo) doesn't have an actual word in standard Danish. Your crisps got old and soft? Slo. Bread old and dry? Slo. Straw wet and moldy? Slo. Soda lost all its fizz? Slo. Again, this is sallingbomål <3

goddawsbjerg (interj.) – g'day-hill Say this when it is clear someone has not been following what has been said or has happened around them, kind of as to say "thrilled you decided to join us mentally as well as physically". As for the prevalence, I literally don't know anyone outside of my immediate family who uses this

idyllerisk (adj.) – idyllicish Literally just idyllic but funnier

bajselademad (noun, fk.) – pinchocowich Bajselademad is a portmanteau of the words bajer/bajser 'beer' (slang, so I used pint instead of beer) and chokoladelademad 'chocolate sandwich' (open faced, obviously). It literally just means a beer

puttesove (verb) – tucky-sleep A sorta cutesy, joking way to say sleep. Putte is the word for tucking someone in, as well as just chilling in bed – with at least a blanket or duvet if not several in addition to pillows

diskodaskoluderbenzin (noun, uncountable) – disco dasco whore gasoline Excuse the misogynistic overtones, but I just genuinely think this is a very funny was of describing low percentage vodka- or rum-basesd drinks (for example Bacardi Breezer)

kodyl (adj.) – aspirin Kodyl means great or exaggerated, and you can also use it as an interjection kodylt! like you would use 'swell!', because it is pretty outdated. Kodyl was originally a brand of painkiller

hurtigkneppersko (noun, fk. pl.) – fast-fucker shoes Expensive men's shoes, usually of some kind of skin, be it leather or snake. It implies the wearer of the shoes is a braggart with nothing to really brag about. This was added to the dictionary fairly recently, to the great amusement of many Danes

slam! (onomatopoeia) – whack! An onomatopoetic word imitating the sound of being hit. Used not unlike the (now somewhat outdated) English "oooh, burn!" or just "ouch!" to indicate that something said to someone in your company was (perhaps unnecessarily) blunt, rude, or just shut them down really quickly – like a slap to the face

hjemmebragt (adj.) – home mrade Or, more accurately, home brought. Most commonly used for baked goods (originating from hjemmebagt 'baked at home') that you intended to make yourself, but you just didn't have time, so you bought it at the corner store instead. Its use has, however, in my experience been extended to include most anything that """should've""" been homemade, but isn't

konge (adj.) – king When something is really good, it's konge. Anything can be konge, from a chair to the meal your mother cooked you on your bi-annual visit at home.

brugsvildledning (noun, fk.) – user misleader · deceptions for use A play on the word for 'user guide', brugsvejledning, swapping out the nominalised form of the verb vejlede 'guide, lead' for that of vildlede ' 'mislead, decive'

ork (noun, fk.) – bear An ork is something that you just really cannot be bothered to do, because it would require some kind of effort. Doesn't matter how much effort, as it could be anything from getting your drink that you forgot in your kitchen, only realising this after you sat down, to explaining to your homophobic uncle why it's not acceptable to call gay people slurs, even if it is "just a joke". Most often, it is the former of those two scenarios

dak (noun, uncountable) – boom* Short for dakkedak, which is an onomatopoetic name for music with a strong, repetitive bass rhythm. *this is a bad translation, but it's the best I could come up with

gråssenollike (noun, fk.) – greyish feather-brain A joke-y name for a house sparrow, gråspurv. Gråsse is presumed to either originate from plain gråspurv or gråsset 'grey-ish', and nollike is a word that can mean fool, but also be used about animals or women in jest.

skemad (noun, uncountable) – spoon food Literally anything you can eat with a spoon. I believe its most common use is for the food you first give babies when they are moving on from nursing to real food, but I know quite a few people who use it for cereal because we literally only have the word “morgenmadsprodukter” for it, which is a mouthful to say.

[lilimalia]

LOVE ME LIKE NO OTHER // xiao

SYNOPSIS... even the greatest yaksha has his moments. moments that feel lonesome and unexplainable to those around him. but maybe, for once, he's got a shoulder to cry on. and maybe he hopes it stays that way... just a little longer.

CHARACTERS... xiao ,, alatus ,, demon conquerer

DISCLAIMERS... gender neutral reader , fluff, hurt/comfort, consoling the lonely Yaksha

BARISTA'S INTEL... tsuki tries to write fluff and ultimately fails. i am also very sorry for the lack of actual fanfic updates, school is… sigh.

CAFE TUNE… Rises the moon // Liana Flores !

The pain that wallows in him feels vile. Like the bite of a snake against the flesh of a mouse, it engulfs him like sickness.

Xiao's steps drag heavy against the wooden floor, his body aching from head to toe.

The world seems almost to blurred to see...

"Xiao? Are you alright?” He hears a voice call. Like a sirens song, it ushers him closer.

“Hey… Great Yaksha? Can you hear me?”

“You bother yourself with unnecessary actions mortal… I am fine.” He grunts, attempting to straighten out his back to stand his ground.

Except… It seems like his actions dissatisfy you further. He gazes over your solemn expression, twisted with tension he just can’t seem to understand…

“Do not underestimate the Mighty Adepti, Mortal.”

He watches you, as you make no effort to retort back. But instead, grasp your hands gently behind his back, soothing him as you guide him gingerly into the room you occupied.

“Come, even the greatest immortals need a comfy night of rest too…”

Your voice murmurs, serene and alluring.

He makes no effort to stop you, grasping against your body to draw you in, as the both of you lay within the soft and comforting protection of the bed.

His aching muscles crack and sore as he lays down. But it doesn’t matter.

He watches, as you lift away his hand, that grasped onto your body so easily.

So naturally…

He’s watching your every move, graceful and yet gentle to the soul. Watching as you carefully adjust him into the bed, cushioning his body between a fort of pillows.

He wonders how you know.

His golden eyes watch adamantly, keen as a hawks gaze. But as vulnerable as a newborn duckling.

Your humming now he notices… This one tune, one he hears much too often.

“There is no need-…”

“There was no need for you to come to my door oh Great Adepti. And yet you did. Relax Xiao…” You murmur once more, stopping your tune as you sit next to him.

It’s a strange sight, he thinks. How he, the Great Demon Conquerer, rests so vulnerably in your greatly constructed pillow mattress… And how you, a mere mortal, is sat nested to him, gazing out into the plains of Liyue. Eyes thoughtful; hand placed right on the pillow next to his head.

He turns his body, much to the protest of his muscles and bones.

“Don’t move to much Xiao…” Your whispering.

Your whispering now… And he wonders if your upset.

You turn back, facing away from the midnight sky of Liyue; interlaced with velvet blankets of midnight blues; embroidered white shiny stars.

You look beautiful…

He thinks too himself. As begin to hum your tune once more.

“Mortal… Why is it that you hum that song? Does it not seem repetitive too you?”

Your eyes dance with [eye color] hues, pooling with white shine.

“Of course not Xiao… It’s the tune I hummed the first time we met. Remember?”

“…”

He doesn’t answer… But your eyes say so much more then he could ever need.

He wonders, sometimes, how you read him so well. How it seemed like his emotions were like clear pond water to you.

And then he realizes.

Your hand is grazing his forehead, playing lightly with his hair. As he gazes up at you, wrapped in pillows and blankets, and you gazing down at him, sweet honey smile lighting up the world he found so dark.

He loves you.

And maybe, he’s okay with that.

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[thru-the-grapevine]

Under the Stars

Pairing: Choi San x reader

Summary: The stars decide to spell out your fate with the cute boy who took you stargazing rather clearly, for once.

Word Count: 1.6k

Tags: summer camp au, fluff to end all fluff, also idiocy

You peer up at the universe sprinkled overhead, gnawing your lower lip. “I’m not sure I see it.”

The grass of left outfield shifts beneath the blanket as San scoots a little closer to you. Despite the comfortably warm night, the feeling of his body heat mere inches from your side sends prickles across your skin.

“Okay, look,” San says, lifting his arm and pointing to a cluster of stars. “Starts right there, beneath that really bright one, and it goes down left, and then trails around that way, see?”

You force your gaze away from the contour of his arm and attempt to follow as he traces an outline in the heavens. “And you said it’s…”

“A jellyfish,” he says, and you can hear him grinning. “That spot I just traced is the bell, and then the tentacles—”

“—are just there,” you realize, suddenly seeing the constellation. You snort.

“Nice, right?” San snickers. “I actually felt clever making that one. Okay, your turn.”

“Oh, god,” you mutter, smiling and gazing all across the sky. “Okay, um…”

This is exactly what you’d expected when San asked if you wanted to sneak out to the campground’s baseball field and look at stars. Several other young camp staff you’d been sitting with watched you accept his offer with jealousy, and you knew they were picturing a far more romantic, swoonworthy scene. Something it seemed most of the young camp staff would kill for with San—at least, something they’d kill for now.

Choi San has been your camp bestie since the day you met as kids, when you accidentally spilled green Kool-Aid all over him and he retaliated on purpose with his purple Kool-Aid. He wasn’t one of the cooler kids at camp over the years—too dorky, the other kids said. But that worked out perfectly for you, because you were a dork, too.

It was shocking when he turned up one summer a few years ago when you were counselors and he was…cute. Against your better judgment, it awakened something in you—and, apparently, several other counselors, who were suddenly interested in hanging around him. You tried not to let it boost your ego when he barely noticed them, preferring to stick around you, instead. He was still just as dorky, like nothing had changed, and you wanted to keep it that way, so for the sake of your friendship you fought down any feelings that awakened.

Except they like to re-awaken all the time, as you both continue to grow up and he only gets cuter. A constant battle. You’re running out of room to bury your feelings at this point.

“Aaah, wait—um, uh, um…” you sputter, laughing as San begins humming the Jeopardy theme.

You chance a glance over at him, only to look away again sharply when you see him grinning ear-to-ear at you. Your entire face comes to a boil. Panicked, you fling your arm up and point. “There, take a guess.”

You begin scrutinizing that spot desperately for a form that makes sense as San groans. “No fair, that’s where I was going to pick next.”

“Pff, yeah, what were you gonna pick, a….coiled-up snake?” You retort, tossing the snake idea out the window.

“...Noooo,” he says, then pauses. “Okay, kind of. It was going to be one of those fuzzy worm things, so that doesn’t technically count.”

You snort. “Keep dreaming.”

“What’s yours, then, huh, if you’re so clever?”

“You mean you can’t see it?” You ask, faking offense, wracking your brains for ideas.

“Methinks thou doth protest too much,” San says, and you can hear him smirking.

You huff. “Fine, I’ll tell you, spoilsport. It’s one of those, you know…”

You can definitely hear him grinning now. “You know…?”

At last, inspiration strikes. “It’s an ammonite.”

A moment’s pause, and then San asks, “an ammonite?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what an ammonite is,” you say, injecting mock horror into your voice. “I remember your dinosaur phase from fourth grade summer too well for that.”

There’s a moment of silence as San scrutinizes the sky.

You smirk the longer he doesn’t reply. “So, you know. An ammonite. Duh.”

“That…” He says, staring at the place you’d pointed out, “…is genius…”

You grin.

“....ly stupid.”

“Hey!” You turn and smack his arm, laughing. “You were going to say it was a fuzzy worm!”

You pointedly ignore how cute his dimples are, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. “At least mine wasn’t a fossil.”

“You didn’t make any rules except ‘it can’t be boring like a real constellation’!”

“I’m changing the rules now, no fossils.”

You scrunch your face up into an indignant, scowling pout. “Starting now. Mine counts.”

San rolls his eyes, but a grin tugs at his lips. “So needy. Fine, my turn.”

“And you can’t start from where I just made one,” you remind him.

“Yah, who’s in charge here, anyway?” San complains.

You scoff. “Who said anything about someone being in charge? Besides, you’ve got loads of other stars to work with.”

“But I wanted to work with those stars.”

“Bo-ring.”

“Ah come on, they’re all fake constellations anyw—whoa!”

You both jolt, eyes wide, as the brightest shooting star you’ve ever seen hurtles through the sky above. It’s huge, the tail burning fire from one horizon to the other in a brilliant slash.

As quickly as it comes, it fades, but the spell it casts lingers over you both. Both of you fall quiet, staring up into the stars. Everything comes into focus that you hadn’t been aware of before—the soft chirp of crickets from the nearby woods, the barely-there breeze stirring across your legs, the earthy smell of the baseball diamond. How close Choi San is lying next to you, on this blanket, the two of you in a world all your own.

“That was…amazing,” San breathes.

Your throat is dry. All you can do is nod.

“Did you see that?”

“Yeah.”

“It was huge,” he says, shifting a little on the blanket. “I’ve…I feel like I need to make a wish. Should I make a wish?”

You wish your feelings could just go away. “Nah, not on that one. You kidding? It was way too big for just a wish. That was like…a sign, or something.”

San sounds thoughtful. “A sign of what?”

“Like, anything.” Lying here next to him feels more and more dangerous by the second. You sit up, still staring at the sky. “That’s a sign for anything. Like a big thumbs-up, you know? The universe saying, ‘time to go for it’.”

“Go for what?”

“Whatever’s right in front of you, man,” you say, just rambling at this point. “Got a dream school you’re shooting for? Send in the application. Up for that promotion? Assert yourself. Someone you want to see? Gotta shoot your shot. Life’s too short and shooting stars know about it. Like, you saw that one, it was huge and bright and beautiful and it just fizzled…out…”

You stop talking, mind going blank, when you feel San take your hand, twining your fingers together.

You look down at your hands. He really is holding yours; you aren’t just imagining it. His thumb brushes over the back of yours gently, once, twice, and your entire being feels like a live wire.

He clears his throat in the silence that follows. “I, um, then I guess this is just…me, shooting my shot, then.”

Your gaze trails from his hand up his arm, over his shoulder and neck, settling on his face. He’s staring resolutely up at the sky, like the stars have just started tap-dancing. “I mean, you know, if that’s…cool? Maybe? Since you said the star was a sign and not for wishing…maybe this was a bad idea—”

“You’re shooting your shot with me?”

“Not because I don’t like being friends or anything!” San says quickly. “Honestly I haven’t said anything for a while because I didn’t want you to…I guess I was just worried that…and like, we can totally just be friends, that’s super cool, we can just forget this happened at all—”

“Stop talking.”

He falls silent, and you take the moment to calm the veritable tornado of thoughts and feelings whipping through your head at breakneck speeds.

“I…” You trail off. Where are you even supposed to start? “I’m not…I mean, I like being your friend, too, don’t get me wrong, but like…”

You squeeze his hand. “This is cool.”

Slowly, San sits up next to you. “…It is?”

“Way better than cool,” you blurt, feeling your face start to burn again. “I’m…god, San, I’ve liked you a stupidly long time and I didn’t want to blow it and you’re telling me you’re shooting your shot because of a shooting star?”

“Hey, that thing had to be a comet or something,” San said, a slow smile growing over his face. “Like fate. Or an omen.”

“I was talking out of my ass about that earlier,” you tell him, pulse sputtering frantically at the way he’s looking at you.

“No, I think that was the first non-stupid thing you said all night,” San says decidedly. He lifts your joined hands briefly and presses a kiss to the back of yours before letting them drop to his lap.

Your head feels like it’s spinning. “The ammonite wasn’t stupid.”

“It was stupid,” he says, grinning at you.

You huff, scowl-pouting again. “You’re so mean.”

“I think you like it, though,” he says, squeezing your hand and looking back up at the sky. “Just a little.”

Your face feels like it’s in flames. “...Maybe. A very little bit.”

You both spend the next few minutes smiling rather stupidly at the stars.

[pinkanonwrites]

Hiya, I saw your story about Jamil becoming a snake and loved it. I was wondering if maybe I could ask for something of a reversal fix where the s/o is transformed instead. And instead of a snake, let’s make it a bigger animal like a sheep or a donkey. (Got inspiration from one of my all time favorite moments in a show called Critical Role, but I won’t go into detail). Anyway, it’s up to you, but I thought this situation might be funny.

Certainly! I did just Jamil’s reaction for this request, but if anyone would like to request any other Twist boys’ reactions to their S/O being transformed, feel free to send ‘em on over!

As for what the Prefect was transformed into, I gave it some thought and ended up deciding that no large animal would be more appropriate for Crowley’s favorite problem-solver than a work horse. Enjoy!

Overworking had clearly been getting to you, seeing as you’d barely been able to keep your eyes open in Professor Crewel’s Potionology class. But who could blame you? Juggling Overblots, extracurriculars, Ramshackle chores, homework, babysitting Grim, and dealing with the Headmaster’s newest “assignments”, it felt like you barely had a few hours to string together for sleep most days.

So it made sense that said lack of sleep would have finally come back to bite you in class, bleary eyes misreading a few potion ingredients and your concoction instead transforming you into a horse, one much to large to be indoors in this small classroom. You couldn’t even sigh now, so you tipped your head down and let out a quiet, exhausted whinny instead. Just your luck...

Jamil sympathized far too much with your plight to find your accidental transformation even the slightest bit funny, no matter how thematically appropriate said transformation turned out to be. He gave you a soothing pat on the side of the neck like you were one of the Al-Asim family camels as he helped you carefully navigate through the narrow doorways and crowded halls of NRC until the two of you found yourselves outside near the stables.

“If anyone tries to get you to run any errands today, I highly recommend kicking them.” He tells you as you lay in the grass next to his seated form, diligent hands carefully braiding your mane. “Great Seven knows you do more than enough for everyone around here.”

He takes it upon himself to keep you company until the teachers figure out how to transform you back, and it’s as much a day off for him as it is for you. The only time he really leaves your side is to pop inside to grab a few things. A blanket to sit on, one of his books to read, a bowlful of sliced fruits he prepared in the cafeteria for the two of you to snack on. With that exception he’s by your side the entire time, idly reading to you or brushing your mane or patting your large head strewn across his lap.

He’s definitely not above using his signature magic on anyone who tries to bother the two of you while you’re relaxing together.

[asterrrific]

•Hyunjin x female Reader

•Fluff

•warnings: little curses here and there

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It was already past midnight and you still couldn't sleep.

You carefully reach for your phone to check the time.

"Damn, it's that late?" you whisper to yourself.

Slowly, you turned from where you lay in bed so you can face Hyunjin who was already knocked out hours ago.

"I wish I could sleep soundly like you, bub." you whisper as you tuck a few strands of his bangs behind his ears.

He groans in his sleep so you stop. You didn't want to wake him up.

You sit and look at him a little longer, debating if you should just cuddle with him until sleep gets to you or look for something to do so you'd eventually get sleepy.

Then you remember you have an unfinished book waiting for you at the study table just at the end of your bed.

You make sure Hyunjin is asleep and tucked in your blanket before you crawled to the edge of your bed, turning on your lamp on low so you can read yourself (hopefully) to sleep.

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It's already 2am at this point but you're still not sleepy and it's already bugging you.

You put the book down and stretch for a bit. You jump when you felt warm hands snake around your waist.

"Why are you still up?" he mumbles behind you. His face pressed on your back.

You feel him nuzzle closer to your neck.

"I can't sleep. Like, I really can't sleep." you explain. Words leaving your brain, making it hard to explain why you can't sleep. You can't find reason. It's just that you really can't sleep yet.

You feel him detach himself from you. It's dark, except for your low lit lamp, so you can't really see what he's doing behind you.

The next thing you know, he's gently moving you to the side so you're near the wall by your bed. Half asleep, and eyes squinting, he places a fluffy pillow by the wall and pats it, urging you to lean there.

You did, and as soon as you do, he gives you back your book, grabs his blanket back, and settles so your lap becomes his pillow.

"If you're gonna finish your book, please do so. But let me sleep here so I can be closer to you still. I don't like it when you're not near me." he basically whines.

You chuckle softly at his randomness as you run your hands through his hair.

"And here I thought you were gonna force me to sleep... or help me out at least."

This time, it's his turn to chuckle.

"Babe, trust me. You'll feel sleepy once you finish your book. I can see you only have a few pages left. Don't mind me here." he mutters as he shuffles and closes his eyes.

"Wow." You sigh in disbelief but you do continue reading anyway.

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•Hyunjin's pov•

I pretend to sleep.

I closed my eyes so she'd think I'm already knocked out again with her lap as my pillow.

I know why she couldn't sleep.

It's because of her stupid little goal to be able to finish reading at least two books this week. I don't know why she puts pressure on herself as if her life depended on reading all of her books.

But I know it's what makes her happy so I don't nag her about it.

I felt her get up the first time, and I knew then that she's feeling restless because she knows she can finish the book she's currently reading NOW so she can start on a new one tomorrow...

But instead of finishing it this afternoon, she played with her phone.

It's the guilt keeping her awake.

Sometimes, I wonder if she loves her books more than me.

So when I felt her make her first stretch after reading for a while, I got up and did what I had to do to help her get comfy.

I know that when she stretches while reading, she's preparing to finally finish the final few pages.

I've been laying on her lap for a few minutes now, and her flipping the pages suddenly stopped. I knew sleep was finally getting to her.

I looked up and sure enough, her eyes are already fluttering close. Her head swaying to the side.

I immediately get up so I could switch with her. This time, I'm the one sitting, leaning on the wall, while I gently guide her to lay on my lap.

"Mmm no, two pages left." she complains. "I wasn't sleepy, I was just resting my eyes!"

"Yeah, not shit." I joke, keeping her from getting back up and grabbing her book from from me.

"But Hyune, I could finish it now!" she whines. I don't let it get to me.

"Tell you what, bunny... you lay there, get all comfy, and I'll read the last pages to you. Sound good?" I ask her, stroking her cheeks gently.

She looks at me with grumpy, sleepy eyes, and then pouts suddenly.

"You'd do that?" she asks. Voice fading softly. Sleep is taking over her now.

"Yes, y/n. I'll tuck you in, yeah? And if you fall asleep in the middle of my story telling, I'll let you know and then we'll reread the last parts together as soon as we get up in the morning. Okay?"

"Mkae..." she mumbles. Eyes already closed. Her eyebrows knit together.

I start reading the last two pages to her. By the time I reach the last paragraph, I hear her steady breathing gradually become a soft snore.

I look down from the book and see her already curled in a way that her back is facing me.

"Finally, the bear is asleep." I joke as if she'd hear.

I place the book back on the desk and gently move her so I can lift her back to the other side of our bed. The fact that she didn't even budge or groan a bit tells me that she's already deep in sleep.

I grab her favorite sunflower cushion and let her hug it so she can sleep better. Then, I cover us both with the blanket.

"I love you, nerd." I tease as I gently pull her to me. Her back pressed to my chest. My arms around her.

I place my hands on top of hers and caress them gently and I feel her cuddle into me more. I smile as I plant a kiss on top of her head.

"Sweet bookish dreams..." I whisper.

"Mmmm... last two..." she mumbles in her sleep.

I laugh at her sleep talk, cuddling her closer to me if that's even possible.

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Heyyy~

This is my second time writing an au for SKZ!

Actually, I couldn't sleep either. I mean, I'm sleepy but I can't sleep because this idea just came to me and I wouldn't forgive myself if I forget about it in the morning so I forced myself to write it down now and share it with you guys.

I'm literally slipping in and out of consciousness as I typed this so forgive me if it came out a bit meh

I hope you still like it though🥹🤍

Reacts and reblogs and comments are so much appreciated! But please don't repost it to other platforms🥹

I also want to try making more, so if you have ideas or requests, please tell me and I'd try to make one for you!🫡⭐️

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

The platonic yandere avians with a Barn Owl Avian! Bby would definitely have their work cut out for them. Most of them are older or a bigger species of bird than Barn Owls, and some of their bird counterparts are known to either be bigger than a Barn Owl, eat Barn Owls, or mob them in groups. The avians don't perform cannibalism, thankfully, but having a smaller bby is a slight challenge. Where are they hiding? Did they eat enough? Is a human trying to take them away?! Suffice to say, they worry. A lot.

Since the avians are the X-Men and the Brotherhood, having the same bby might cause a few fights. For some members, such as Charles Xavier and Magneto, or Sabretooth sharing with Logan, that isn't much issue, considering Charles Xavier and Magneto are old friends if not a weird married couple, and Sabretooth is platonic yandere for Logan as well, so having his brother interested in the same bby isn't too much of an issue. For members who are a romantic couple, they view their bby as their child or as a younger sibling/younger friend, depending on how old they and their bby are. When the two groups try to keep the bby in their respective group is when problems arise. There are grudges, and there are members who do not like the other platonic yans (ahem ahem Logan ahem ahem). The groups will argue and fight from time to time, but they tend to leave their bby out of it. All they need is for them to run off while they were distracted. That would not fly over well with any of them.

The groups have taken a few notes about their Barn Owl Avian!Bby, and make sure to keep a sharp eye on them. If the group is acting as a whole, they plan to bring their bby into their flock. If there are only a few members working on it, they may decide to ease in their bby carefully. Some can do things subtlety, while some struggle to understand the concept. Younger members are a bit more impatient, while the older ones tend to keep a calm exterior. Some of the notes they've made regarding the Barn Owl Avian!Bby include:

• Their bby stays up at night, and can hear very well. They can hunt, but tend to stick for smaller prey. Their eyesight is not needed in the dark due to their exceptional hearing

• Their bby has a few different calls. One is a long shriek that sounds like someone is dying. When they are pleased, they make a purring churr. And if they feel threatened, they hiss like a snake. Most try not to trigger the first or third calls

• Their bby has small, but sharp, talons. If they have to rush the adoption process, they'll have to take care not to get caught on their talons. Their bby can also bite. One of them found that out the hard way

• Their bby roosts in warm, dry places. Abandoned sheds, churches, or barns are some places they've taken shelter at before. They've been known to hide in some rock fissures on a cliff side, but that is rather rare

• Their bby still has some downy feathers, making them not quite an adult yet. That ruffles the wrong feathers with the others, as they don't like the idea of young avians being on their own without flock or parents to protect them

• Their bby likes soft things. If they can get their hands on a blanket, a pillow, or even a sweater, it's going into their current nest

• And finally, their bby has seen them a few times, and hasn't run so far. Hidden, yes, but they haven't fled the current area

The information they have is small, but growing. They want to take things slow, and slowly push the boundaries, instead of breaking them on the first try. If they want their bby to trust them, they have to show care and patience. Anything else will scare their bby off, and they can't have that.

They've taken a few steps to endear themselves to their bby, to show their trustworthiness. Leaving nesting material nearby, making sure there is sufficient and easy prey in the current area, keeping humans away... Anything to keep their bby safe and to show their care for them...