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adenei · 3 years

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Day 4: January Word Challenge

A/N: This one is a Romione Half Blood Prince AU that is actually a follow up to “Why, are you scared of loving?” I couldn’t get the idea out of my head, so here we are.

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Stars

It was later in the evening when Hermione found herself with Ron outside once more, watching the sun set over the pond. She put the day’s earlier conversation behind her, and was trying to enjoy the time with her best friend. It was hard to concentrate in his proximity.

She’d sneak sideways glances at his features when he wasn’t looking. The way his blue eyes sparkled in the setting sunlight, and the contrast of his red hair against his pale, freckly skin. It was cruel how attractive he was. Hermione found herself thinking often about what it might feel like to feel the hard muscles of his body against hers, with his arms wrapped around her. She never thought she’d appreciate quidditch quite this way, but thank Godric for what it had added to his physique.

Hermione tried to shake herself out of those thoughts. You’re only making it worse. There’s no way someone like him could ever fall for someone like you. And yet, here they were, watching the night sky appear before them, ready to gaze at the stars that would soon shine down over the Burrow. Wasn’t that something that couples did?

“It’s nice out tonight, isn’t it? Not too hot, for once,” he said, breaking the silence around them.

“Yes, it is quite comfortable. Though, I’m worried that when night sets in I’ll be a bit chilled.” English weather had a knack for that.

Ron couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll never understand how you can always be cold.”

Hermione smiled as the last curve of sunlight slipped away, covering the Burrow in twilight. “It’s just how I’ve always been.”

“Well, it’s a good thing our school uniform makes us wear those robes everywhere. I’ve noticed the castle gets really drafty at night when we’re on rounds.”

“Yes, it does. I actually joked with Mum one summer about adding a fleece liner in one set to keep me warmer.”

“You and your muggle ways. Just use a warming charm,” Ron suggested.

“But then everyone would know I’m constantly cold if they walked by,” Hermione said.

She wasn’t really sure why, but she felt like arguing with him. Not real arguing, of course, but in that playful banter that she’d come to crave from their friendship.

“Why would that matter?” Ron asked inquisitively.

“It wouldn’t, but it’d be another reminder that I’ll no doubt be alone as everyone else in our year pairs off.”

Ron looked at her. “What makes you say that?”

Hermione gave him a slight shrug of her shoulders. In all honesty, she wasn’t sure what she meant. She was thinking about her dorm mates and the other students in their year starting relationships the previous year. She knew it wasn’t true, but some days she felt like she was the only one on her own, and was none the wiser on how to alleviate that particular issue.

“Just because Harry had a go with Cho for a bit, and Ginny seems to have blokes lined up to take her out doesn’t mean everyone’s getting together,” Ron said, pulling her out of her thoughts.

Hermione scrunched her eyebrows in question at him. “Since when are you suddenly okay with Ginny’s dating life?”

“ ‘M not, but I reckon I’ll get hexed far worse than any guy who comes onto her if I don’t leave it.”

“Smart choice.”

“May not say the same for you though,” he muttered.

“Excuse me?” Hermione wasn’t sure if she’d heard him right. “Last I checked, I’m not your sibling, and I don’t think I need protecting.”

“Well, you are my best friend and I don’t want any bloke thinking he can take advantage of you.”

“Who’s to say I can’t handle myself?” Hermione felt her cheeks flush. This was not where she hoped the conversation would lead, but it’s what she got for playing with fire.

“I’m not saying that! You don’t know what the other guys- you know what? Nevermind. It’s not important,” Ron cut himself off.

“The other guys what, Ron? You can’t just cut off mid sentence like that.”

He gave her a look that clearly said, ‘did you just hear yourself?’ Okay, so she’d been guilty of doing that a lot over the years. She waited impatiently for him to answer, but when he did, it wasn’t what she was expecting.

“You know, we’ll probably see some shooting stars tonight.” He had changed the subject completely.

Hermione huffed as she lay quietly on her back, and took in a deep breath of the dewey air around them. She watched the sky as Ron laid down beside her. He was close, and she could feel the heat of his hand and arm against her own.

More and more stars appeared as the sky grew darker. It always amazed Hermione with how many they could see out in the country. It was so different from the city life she’d grown up in.

They must have been looking in the same spot at the same time, just as a faint flash darted across the sky. “Look, there! Did you see it? Shooting star, make a wish,” Ron said eagerly.

Hermione nodded as she smiled. His excitement was contagious. “Yes, I did.” She closed her eyes and made her wish. When she opened them she saw Ron had propped himself up on his elbows.

“So, what’d you wish for?” She could barely make out his lopsided grin from the faint glow of the lights in the house behind them as he asked the question.

“I can’t tell you that. Everyone knows if you share your wish it won’t come true,” Hermione laughed as she rolled her eyes at him.

“So, that means your wish is something that can happen?” Ron teased her. Her face fell slightly, and she could tell he regretted his words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just something my brothers would say to Ginny and I when we’d all come out here. It was just a way to get us to give away our wishes.”

“No, you’re right. Wishes are just that,” Hermione said with a sigh. “No one could ever want me anyways.” She figured that even if he didn’t share the same feelings for her, she could trust him with that piece of information. He was her best friend, after all.

“What?” Ron asked, his tone serious now.

“Nevermind, it’s nothing. I just wished that I might get a boyfriend of my own this year. See what all the fuss is about.”

“That’s not impossible, though.” Ron said quietly.

Hermione gave a most ungirly like snort. “Have you looked at me lately? I’m not exactly Lavender and Parvati. Who in their right mind would choose me when I’ve got those two as my dorm mates?”

“Hermione, does this have anything to do with what we talked about earlier?”

“What do you mean?” There I go again, all but pouring my soul out to you and you completely change the subject by bringing up a different conversation, Hermione thought.

“The whole scared of falling in love thing.”

“I’m not following, Ron,” Hermione was stifling back the scream of frustration she desperately wanted to let out. Could she ever get a straight answer out of him?

“Just what you said about not measuring up to the other girls, which I don’t think is true, by the way, and what you mentioned about being scared to fall for someone who doesn’t fancy you back.”

Hermione thought about what Ron had said. Maybe she didn’t give him enough credit. Those two things were definitely related. “I guess you’re right.”

“Well, I wouldn’t pass it off. You never know...the person you fancy might surprise you,” he said as he looked back up at the sky.

She was gaping at him. Did he know? Had she given herself away? The sheer panic was enough to make her want to jump up and run back into the house and avoid him for the rest of the night. Miraculously, though, she stayed rooted in her spot. And perhaps even more amazingly, she came up with a witty retort.

“And how would I know if that person fancied me back?”

She heard him take a deep breath in and exhale slowly. “Well, for one, he’d enjoy spending time with you. Even if it meant giving up a whole beautiful afternoon to revise in the library.”

Her mind was instantly thrown back to the week before O.W.L’s. She was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and Ron had offered to go with her to the library to help her study. It was one of the few times he’d offered instead of being asked. Hermione felt her heart begin to beat faster in his chest as she waited for him to continue.

“He’d also make sure you weren’t overworking yourself because you have a tendency to do that, you know. Making sure you take breaks, actually show up and eat your meals. Oh, and even though you don’t need any more to do, he’d still help with the crazy groups you think up.” Ron grinned at her.

She had no doubt in her mind that he was referring to S.P.E.W. and the DA. “Anything else?”

“Well, I’ve been told that it’s fairly telling if a bloke gets a girl some fancy, personal gift for her birthday or Christmas. Might mean a bit more than, say, a planner.” His eyes averted her gaze at this last one, but she could hear the playful sincerity in his voice as she thought back to the bottle of perfume he’d given her for Christmas.

“Ron…” she said in almost a whisper. It was quiet, save for the rustling of the trees in the soft breeze and the occasional cricket in the field beyond. She was sure that he heard her.

“I’d say those are pretty good ideas of whether someone fancies you or not. You wouldn’t happen to have any tips for me, would you?”

Hermione stared at him. Her brain was past the point of mush and she couldn’t even begin to comprehend putting something so clever together without spilling her heart out to him. “Only one thing comes to mind,” she said softly.

“Yeah? Are you gonna share, or keep that secret to yourself?” Ron asked her.

Hermione closed her eyes and hoped what she was about to say wouldn’t backfire on her. “My suggestion would be to show her how you feel...because she feels the same way.”

Neither had realized that their faces had inched closer together throughout the entire conversation. Hermione glanced briefly down at Ron’s lips before she looked up and met his eyes with her own, bravely searching for any understanding reflecting back at her. Whatever her next thought was about to be, she’d never know as she felt Ron draw closer to her. Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips softly brushed her own.

That first encounter was tentative, but when Ron realized Hermione wasn’t pulling away, he leaned in again, more confident as he pressed his lips into hers. Hermione returned the kiss, though carefully trying to not come across as too eager. Gradually, they found a rhythm with the kiss, and neither wanted the moment to end.

Eventually, they did break apart, knowing that they should head inside before Mrs. Weasley came calling for them or sent someone out to stumble upon them. “We should head inside,” Ron said, as if someone needed to say what they were both thinking.

They stood up, and Ron reached out his hand and Hermione took it. She couldn’t help but smile as they walked back towards the house. Looks like wishes do come true, after all.

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rpd-rookie · 4 years

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Lost Youth - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Where did all the years go? When did his youth leave him? It's Leon's 43rd birthday and those are the questions he can't help but ask himself. Fortunately for him, he knows the right person to help him get rid of this silly melancholy.

Author’s Notes: In this one-shot, it is 2020 and Leon is celebrating his 43rd birthday while the reader is in her mid-twenties. So if you're not comfortable with that sort of age difference I advise you not to read this story. For the others who wants to give this one-shot a try, please be aware that the sexual content is very explicit. And finale, don’t hesitate to like/reblog and please tell what you thought of it.

Warning: NSFW, Smut, Fluff and Angst, Language, Age difference.

His tired blank blue eyes were staring at his reflection in the mirror of the elevator with a melancholy he hadn’t felt in a while, wondering when he had become the man he was staring at right now. Exhausted, damaged and more especially, old. His fingertips touched the corner of his eyes. Discreet small crow’s feet were framing them, along with the permanent dark circles he had grown used to see. And if he actually looked closely under the thick strand of hair covering the right side of his face, he would be able to see thin wrinkles carving his forehead, wrinkles that weren’t there the last time he truly scrutinized himself in a mirror. But when was that? He couldn’t know. As much as he couldn’t know where his youth had gone. Probably was it somewhere hidden among the years he hadn’t seen flown by. He could thank his tiresome job for that, he thought.

The elevator bell rang and Leon mechanically made his way in the corridor leading to your apartment, awfully quiet and thoughtful, his hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket, which was old just like him. He knocked at your door and looked down at his fidgeting feet while waiting, his hand back in his pockets. The door opened and a bright smile welcomed him with a lovely warmth that helped him smile a bit. “Hello, birthday boy.” Two hands cupped his face and soft lips tenderly met his mouth to linger there for a short while but long enough for Leon to circle his arms around the waist pressed against his body. “Hi.” He said with a faint smile. “ I missed you.” You declared, eyes sparkling with joy. “Where have you been?” “Long story. But I’m here now, aren’t I?” You nodded, definitely happy to see him and moved away from the doorframe to let him come inside.

Your apartment was just as Leon remembered. Small but cosy with adjustable furniture to gain some space. The kind of place you rent when you’re young and barely have enough money to pay all your bills. Leon loved that place. He loved being here. It reminded him of the apartment he would have certainly owned at your age if he actually had had a normal life. Except that his wouldn’t have been so charming.

“I tried to cook. Nothing fancy, don’t worry. But I hope it’ll taste good.” You said as you headed towards the kitchen corner of the room, leaving Leon in the small living room. “You didn’t have to. We could have ordered Chinese or something.” He said as he sat down on your old couch, bouncing a couple times on it in order not to feel the springs under his rear anymore. “I wanted to please you, show the extent of my culinary talents.” You joked, winking at Leon; as you knelt to check if the meal you had prepared was slowly cooking in the oven. “It’s not everyday that you turn 43.” There was a sudden silence that you immediately noticed. You froze, waiting for Leon to say something. “There’s no need to celebrate that. Trust me.” You stood up, concerned by the unusual tone of his voice, and watched him staring down at nothing, completely lost in his thought and looking astonishingly weary. “What do you mean?” He shrugged to elude the question. “Please don’t tell me you don’t like getting gifs and eating cakes cause I made one especially for you.” You opened the fridge, excited to show him the strawberry tart you had baked this afternoon. Hopefully the attention would please him and warm his heart a little. “I guessed I used to when I was your age.” You glanced at him; saddened and understanding he was going through one of those tough days. “Beer?” You offered. “ Gladly.”

You brought two bottles and handed him one as you sat next to him. A sigh escaped your lips and you looked at Leon. “I guess drinking beers and watching tv is also a good way to spend the evening.” You didn’t dare say the word birthday, thinking it was probably the reason why Leon felt so miserable today. “Just like an old couple.” Your last words made him frown and you noticed it. “What is it? What did I say?” “Nothing. It’s not you.” He answered as he took a mouthful of beer but you were not convinced. “ I can see something’s wrong, Leon. Talk to me.” You took his beer away from him and placed it on the coffee table next to yours before putting your hand on his knee. “ You wouldn’t get it.” It was your turn to frown, not liking to be patronised. “Try me.” “ You’re too young for that.”

He glanced at you and immediately realised how annoyed you were. You thought you both had had that discussion already, about your age difference and everything that came with it, being treating like a child included. You thought you had made yourself clear when you had told him it wasn’t a problem and you thought he was on the same wavelength. That’s what he had told you after all. “Seriously, Y/N. You’re young and beautiful. You could have anyone you want. What are you doing with an old fool like me?” This was exactly the same kind of question your friends had asked you when you had told them about Leon. What are you doing with a man that old? How can you date someone who’s almost your father’s age? Isn’t he like twice your age? Do you have a daddy kink of some sort? Daddy issues? You were tired of these questions, tired of justifying your love and your choices. And you never thought you would one day hear a similar question coming from Leon’s mouth. “What are you doing with someone like me?” You retorted, hoping he would understand your weariness. Weeks ago he would have answered that question without an ounce of hesitation or shame. After all, he had done it a few times when people had learned about your relationship. What was he doing with you? A girl that young and in her mid-twenties. Was he going through some mid-life crisis? Why her and not some woman his age? Well, easy. You were his sunshine, the reckless joy he had lost, and the bright youth he had not seen fly away. You were the constant reminder of what he had missed and the opportunity to live what he should have lived years ago instead of running away from BOWs in lost parts of Spain or South America. Through you, he could live his youth again. You were making him feel young again, not unlike those women he had dated and had tried to continually convince him to start a family. You didn’t want much. No family, no kids, no dog. You didn’t care about sharing a house. You wanted what he wanted. Simplicity, carefreeness. You wanted to enjoy life without thinking too much about the future. And sharing all this with you felt good and refreshing. But today, he didn’t know how to answer this question because today he was feeling old and melancholic. Today, and despite your exhilarating presence, he had the feeling the reckless sarcastic Leon training to become an agent was just some distant memory he could barely remember and that there was no way for him to feel like him again.

When you understood he would not answer the question just the way you would not answer his, you placed your head on Leon’s shoulder and nestled it in his neck as you circled an arm around his chest. He smelt good, like wood and spices. And the perfume was strong and heady, almost bewitching. You pressed your lips against his hot skin, tasting it. Only Leon tasted that good. Only Leon could make you feel the way you were feeling like right now. Whole and happy. You decided to sit on him, straddling his laps, hands placed on his shoulders. His blue eyes met yours and you moved his blond strand of hair away from his face to admire him. He was so handsome. Tired and slightly raw – the result of all those years fighting more than his age – but handsome. And that’s all you could see. You lay some light kisses over his face, on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and his lips, showing how much you loved every bit of him. And he smiled. It was faint but it was sincere.

“Gosh, you’re so beautiful.” Leon said as he gazed at your delicate face, his thumb caressing your smooth cheeks that was as soft a baby’s skin. “Why …” You cut him off by kissing his thumb, eyes staring deep in his eyes. “Don’t say a word.”

You put your body closer to his to catch his lips and he responded immediately by returning your kiss with a softness similar to yours. That softness grew into passion when Leon’s hand grasped the nape of your neck to bring you closer to him and intensify the kiss. The pressure and his tongue looking for yours started an immediate fire in between your legs that spread wildly in your entire body and oozed out of it under the shape of a moan that Leon captured with his mouth the second it escaped your throat. “Do you really want me?” “Stop asking silly questions already.” You retorted before kissing him with a devouring ardour. Fingers tangled in his hair, you moved slightly above him, rubbing yourself against him, desire for lustful friction taking control of you. And soon it was his turn to moan.

Leon glimpsed at his crotch with burning half-lidded eyes, feeling his cock already growing hard in his jeans. Gently yet strongly, he squeezed your rear as he lifted his a bit to make you apply more pressure on his bulge. You obliged and started undulating your body against his manhood. Leon rested his head against the back of the couch and he gazed at you in silence, looking with delight at your hands cupping your breasts as your eyes were half closed because of the pleasure this atrociously good rubbing was providing you. Soon, Leon slid the straps of your dress along your shoulder, freeing your boobs that he grabbed without waiting, admiring and feeling how perky and firm they were, like two peaches recently gathered. He caressed them with his thumbs, lingering on the pointy rosy nipples calling his mouth. And how could he refuse them?

You sighed of pleasure when Leon caught one of them in between his lips and started sucking on it greedily, his hands still holding your breasts tightly. You brought your chest closer to his face, fingers pulling at his soft hair. “Leon” You whispered his name in between two moans. He hummed and looked up at you, not willing to let go of your nipple just yet. The weariness in his eyes was gone. They were dark now and burning with desire for you. “I want you. I want you now.” You begged and he let go of your teat with a loud pop.

A grin appeared on his face. It was cheeky and lively, playful like a child’s smile. “Very well.” You loved when Leon smiled. His face looked completely different each time he did (and those times were rare) making him seem suddenly more radiant, more glowing and - let’s say it - twice younger. Funny because that’s exactly how he felt each time you were making him smile, each time he was with you and able to forget all his worries and the absurdity of his life.

He grabbed you by your hair and kissed you again, tongue caressing yours as he let one hand wander along your chest down to your crotch where he dared let his rough fingers slide beneath the fabric of your panties to tickle your already swollen clit. You gasped, bit your lips and your nails dug in the back of the couch. You were so wet and so ready for him already. “Damn, baby.” He chuckled with enthusiasm. “Am I the one responsible for that mess down here?” You laughed, shivering under his expert touch (an advantage that came with dating an older man). “What do you thiiinnkk?” The end of your sentence was swallowed by your sudden guttural moan as Leon plunged a finger in your wetness, hitting the sensitive spot hidden deep inside of you. “Please don’t tease me too much.” You asked, afraid to reach your climax too soon. Leon kissed you and smirked “No.” Then, he started fucking you with his finger, adding a new one in the process to hear you cry and feel you crumble against him. A groan of both lust and frustration escaped the barrier of your sealed lips and you instinctively began moving up and down Leon’s fingers. “Aren’t you eager?” He joked, amused. “You’re such a tease.” You pouted, though not really complaining. “I know.” He pulled you closer and laid a greedy wet kiss on your breasts, tasting the sugary thin skin with a devouring eagerness.

Clumsily, you let your hand wander towards his jeans. If Leon wanted to play, then you both would play. You stopped moving and opened the zipper of his jeans, forcing him to lift his rear to pull down his clothe a bit along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, red, glistening with pre-cum and perfectly erected. Eager to feel it, you urged to grab it, jerking it off a bit as you knelt on the sofa right next to Leon, grunting a bit as your pussy escaped Leon’s amazing fingers. You moved your hair to the side to stare at Leon as you bent towards his manhood to kiss the tip lightly. He immediately hissed and tensed and you smiled as you placed your lips back on his penis to put the head right in between them, ready to suck it. “Who’s the tease now?” Leon asked as he put his hand on your cheek. You chuckled and finally took him in your mouth, making Leon curse and tangle his fingers in your soft hair. The taste of his pre-cum was bitter but the vision of seeing your lover come undone was sweet and so your started bobbing your head up and down his shaft, moaning occasionally and keeping your eyes on him. “Goodness, fuck.” He groaned as he pushed himself deeper in your mouth to hit the entrance of your throat. You gagged and thick trickles of saliva flew along Leon’s hard member.

His hand met your prominent rear that you had kept up on purpose. It caressed it delicately, pulling your dress up. “Jesus, you’re perfect.” You squealed when he suddenly spanked you and he scoffed, his fingers venturing towards your humid entrance to play with your lips and clit. “God, Leon.” You cried out when he put his fingers back in you and started relentlessly moving them. “You like that?” You nodded as you tried to keep on sucking his cock and he pecked your ass with a cheeky smile, his fingers still exploring your core. “Do you want to ride me?”

You took it as an invitation and you straddled Leon again. You put your panties to the side as he removed his v-neck, letting you admire his toned chest. You allow your hands to wander on it a bit, feeling the carved muscles under your fingertips. He had such a nice healthy body, definitely sexy. Anyone would agree with that. You left a trail of kisses along his chest, from his smooth pectorals down to the V line framing his perfect abs. “I thought you wanted to ride me, baby.” “ Let me admire you first.” You said before licking the small hairy line below his navel. He hissed and grabbed the couch tightly. “Admire what? My old body?” Leon joked but you could tell he was serious.

You looked up at him and frowned, slightly exasperated. “Shut the fuck up, will you?” His eyes widened, astonished, but a crooked smile appeared on his face. “You don’t have a old body. And you’re not old. Stop believing that.” You declared as you grabbed his chin. “Actually, you’re certainly the sexiest and the most wonderful man I had the chance to be with. And I don’t give a damn that you’re 43. You’re perfect to me.” You pressed your lips lovingly against his, thumb still in his dimple. “No, you are.” He said as he put a strand of your hair behind your ear looking at your young beautiful features with awe and wondering how someone like him had managed to find a girl like you. Maybe he was lucky after all.

You sit back on him, this time ready to welcome him inside of you. Panties to the side again, you felt his cock probing at your entrance before penetrating you with ease, making you cry out as Leon groaned with pleasure. He felt so good in there and your pussy was a delight for him, better than anything he had ever had lately before meeting you in that bar three months ago. “Damn, you’re so tight.” And he couldn’t help but give your youth credit for that tightness.

Your started hoping on top of Leon, your hands holding your bouncing boobs as his hands were squeezing your ass to give you the pace he wanted you to have. When you understood he wanted it rough and fast, you grabbed the backrest of the couch and accelerated your movements. Your wildness certainly satisfied him as he placed his arms behind his head to watch you fuck yourself on top of him. “That’s it, baby. Ride me.”

Leon’s name and a stream of onomatopoeia continually left your mouth as you felt your lover’s cock hitting your g-spot each time you had him slam back into you. “That feels so good.” You cried out and he smiled, ravished to see you succumbing to the intense pleasure he was giving you right now. “Are you gonna cum?” You simply nodded, unable to form a sentence. “Cum for me.” He ordered in a whisper as he grabbed your ass cheeks again to hammer you from underneath. “Oh my god, Leon!” You body fell against Leon’s and your head hit the backrest of the couch to scream in it. The way he was pounding you was simply exquisite but it was so rough and deep you couldn’t sit straight anymore. A tear rolled over your cheek as you reached your powerful orgasm, yelling your pleasure so loud your neighbours would certainly complain in the morning. Your body tensed and you walls clenched around Leon’s shaft making him grunt and forcing him to put more strength in his thrusts. “Fuck, I love when you squeeze me like that.” And so did you.

Exhausted and shivering, your body went limp and rested lazily against Leon. He kissed your forehead. “You’re okay?” “ Yes.” You managed to say in between two irregular long breaths. “Good. Let me taste you.” He lifted you up easily; using the opportunity to admire the white cream you had left around his cock and pushed you over the couch. “You’re going to kill me.” You giggled, tired yet satisfied. “Unlikely.” He grinned with a wink and spread your legs to place himself between them. Bothered by his jeans he hadn’t taken off yet, he pulled them down and threw them on the floor and he did the same with your dress and your panties. At last, you were fully naked before him and he couldn’t help but think how beautiful and desirable you were. He left a trail of tiny kisses on your chest and stomach enjoying the firm flesh under his wandering hands before burying his face in between your thighs. You giggled when his stubble scratched your skin but that small laugh quickly faded away when Leon licked your slit and sucked on your clit. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” He whispered before lapping your folds again, humming loudly each time his tongue was reaching your reddened bundle of nerves. “Leon.” You whispered, biting your left hand while the right one was brushing his blond hair away from his face. “Yes, baby?” “ I love you.” You didn’t realise what you had just said, eyes tightly shut, your mind lost in bliss, but Leon did. Usually that kind of declaration would have freaked him out and he guessed it did but only a little. Because, despite the importance and the sincerity of those three words, he knew they didn’t mean what they would have meant coming from another woman’s mouth. They didn’t mean ‘let’s move in together and have a baby.’ They just meant what they meant. Love. Pure and innocent love. Less commitment but still scary and weird for him to hear.

Leon sat up and kissed you tenderly, choosing to ignore your confession for now. You responded lazily, still a bit dizzy because of the orgasm you had experienced few minutes ago and the intense pleasure that refused to leave your body. “I’m not done with you yet.” He tapped your entrance with his hard cock and slid inside of you with one deep swift move that made you grunt. His hand circled your throat, but not too tight, and he began fucking you hard. His thrusts were not as fast as previously but they were rougher and stronger, making you hit your head against the armrest. Leon roared your name and ultimately placed your legs above his shoulders to burry himself deeper inside of you. You mewled, begging him to keep going, your fingers finding their way to your clit Leon had abandoned.

He noticed them as soon as they started rubbing your swollen bud and, as a consequence, he turned you over and put you on all fours. “You should have told me you wanted to cum again.” He said in your ear before slamming your head against the couch. You cried out, your nails dug in the suede fabric of the couch, when Leon entered you again, from behind this time, his hands holding on tightly to your hips. He didn’t waste time and took the same pace as before, except that this time his thrusts were even more exquisite because of the way his balls were hitting your clit and also because of the sound of his hips slapping against your ass. “Do you like when I fuck you from behind like that?” “ Yes” You whimpered, feeling your climax slowly building up inside of you. “Keep going … please.” He complied with an excitement that he decided to demonstrate by quickening his pace. You crumbled under the power of his pounding and fell flat on the couch. But that didn’t stop Leon who grabbed your ass and your hair to keep on hammering you from behind. And soon each thrust he gave was followed by an animalistic growl, sign that his orgasm was close. “Make me cum with you, please.” You asked as you guided Leon’s fingers towards your clit. He agreed and started playing with your sensitive bud, bringing you atrociously closer to your climax. “Now.” You announced and his moves became clumsy despite their incredible strength.

You screamed in the couch as you reached cloud nine, your body convulsing and tensing as Leon came hard in you, his roars echoing loudly in the room. “Fuck!” He pumped hard between your clenched walls a couple more times, spilling every drop of his hot white seed inside of you, before allowing himself to slump against you, completely out of breath and exhausted, just like you.

After a brief silence, you giggled and so did he. “Wow.” He admitted before placing a smiling soft kiss on your shoulder blade. “That was awesome.” “Right?” You grinned trying to find his lips as you turned around to cuddle with him. “You’re amazing.” He said as he pressed his lips on your smooth forehead while you weaved your fingers in his hair to cradle his sweaty hot body. “What would I do without you?” You didn’t answer, staring at his eyes, wondering what was going on in his head right now. “ Do you wish we could stay like this forever?” You dared ask, playing with one of his blond strand.

He didn’t know about forever. Hell, he didn’t even know about next week, never making plans that far ahead. But he knew one thing. Seeing how quickly time was flowing forever might come sooner than expected. But it didn’t matter because with you he felt happy and young again.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #one shot

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slumberingprincess · 4 years

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so as i’m not feeling 100% great and with my luck with how many of these i wish to do on all my blogs that they won’t send via ask as tmblr eats asks. if tagged in this post means you’ve gotten a gift from flayn;; i’ve made it easier on myself to just @ you and what said muse will have, i’m sorry that i’ve not got to send you an ask but lately it’s been hard but i still really want to give something from my muses- this will also be on leon and dazai. if you want to make the gift-giving into a thread i’m more than happy for that- i also want to say sorry to those i owe a starter to for this event i’ve got a list and i’m working on that as well, i’m v slow around this time of year as depression. BUT YEAH gifts from flayn kiss kiss.

@ramzalsalos : Judal you get some cute little snowflake hair clips along with random tea, also a big old hug as well -u- <3

@raihxn : sir you get not only a hug and tea but also little plush keychain dragon and a metal bracelet thing like THIS ?? bc yknow dragons.

@tremblinglycoris: gets a flower print teapot with a matching teacup!

@heartoaths: u’ve won flayns friendship already sora, she’s got you different types of tea along with cute lil fishie keychain

@herosburden: despite them never speaking we both know they have a bond that will happen and be the best of friends so, flayn has gotten him a fish plushies along with a big fuzzy blanket that also has fish on.

@goosewithmanybells: you get a big green ribbon my feathered friend

@tornhat: again not spoken but that mutual fish bond just means auto friendship y’know? so merry christmas you’ve been given a fish-shaped pillow friend.

@coluberfoxii: get’s a big comfy sweater along with some gloves and a hat!!

okai castmate time :*

@bowfaired: some tea, she’s also gotten him different packets of cake mix! is that a hint? maybe so <3

@bernie-inherroom: a big bag of different types of candy!

@heartcrests: hairclips to match with flayn along with different types of tea.

@auricesque: she’s gotten you sir, a wooden deer statue, along with a yellow wool scarf with a pair of gloves and a hat to match. u also win a hug and a kissu on the nose.

@expieer: double whammy first birthday gift is a very burnt birthday cake & for Christmas she’s gotten him a blue sweater !

@cantilenas: my queen !!! flayn is giving ofc tea and she’s also giving a cute bracelet like this one here <3

@aymrtyr: despite everything Flayn still likes her a lot and is giving her a big teddy bear like this one here

@solaarmis: flayn has gotten felix a cool hunting knife !

@freikugeril: Hilda gets one of Flayn’s white ticket items that being the bottle of lavender perfume

@venomesque: sir you get a fancy tea set and a bunch of different teas!

@heiroftheslain: a plushie kittie cat and a desert cooking book

@catnapscholar: fish-shaped pillow for a fish friend

@crestoflamine: a flower necklace like this one!

@lustreless: Flayn has gotten him a wool sweater along with a book of different paintings inside <3

#kny!winter wishes #this is long and im so sorry i did it this way by fck my life i'm suffering this is so many #flayn wants to give to everyone

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phoebtcnkin · 4 years

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ABOUT ME.

NAME/ALIAS: Kayla / Satan

TIMEZONE: PST (for now, but don’t ask me where we’re moving next LOL)

RANDOM FACT: I was adopted when I was three, am 11wks pregnant with our newest and long awaited wee one, and shamefully have over 10,000 likes on this blog with zero chance of ever fully clearing them out lmfao

CHARACTER ONE.

NAME: Lauren “Ren” Victoria Livingston (29)

FACECLAIM: Phoebe Tonkin, my queen.

in COCONUT GROVE you’ll find LAUREN LIVINGSTON who’s lived there for FOUR YEARS and they spend their days working as THE MANAGER OF NATALIA ESCABIAS LUXURY SPA AND A FREELANCE WRITER. They’ve been described as ROUGE STAINED MARLBOROS STUBBED OUT IN ANTIQUE CAVIAR BOWLS, POSTCARDS SENT FROM PLACES SHE’S NEVER BEEN, CHAMPAGNE IN SOLO CUPS, AND UNMET DEADLINES by the people that know them. Which makes sense when you consider that they can be ENGAGING + ADVENTUROUS but also IRRESPONSIBLE + IN DENIAL

BACKGROUND.

grew up with a single mom who could never weave the same story twice about the origins and subsequent disappearance of her father.

lived on the cusp of wealth but didn’t actually have it… her mother, jane, was presumably from old money, but either the family lost it ages ago or she’d been cut off for reasons unknown.

they were ‘adopted’ by an older wealthy couple without children of their own when ren’s mother was pregnant with her aka given permission to live out of the guesthouse on their property for basically free

went all over when she was younger to “soul search” and sort out her life. basically just bummed around with a bunch of other barely legal adults who ate gas station food and drank expensive champagne and just a whole bunch of other nonsense

is approaching that age / stage of life where she’s meant to have her shit together but really doesn’t.

is still spending her money and maxing out credit cards on stupid things she can’t afford and doesn’t need. skips rent to go to fancy clubs. probably abuses something bc she can and she’s #lostandbroke inside

claims she’s an aspiring writer, and she’s trying she really is (sometimes), but doesn’t have anything to show for it if ppl asked

basically put together and #fine on the outside but a disaster on the inside

HEADCANONS.

HOMETOWN: Newport, Rhode Island

BIRTHDAY: tbd

NICKNAMES: almost exclusively goes by ‘Ren’, but a small few may call her L.V.

ORIENTATION: bisexual

MUSE SONGS: Girls Like You by The Naked and Famous, rock bottom by Caro, tba

CHARACTER TAG: can be found here.

PINTEREST BOARD: can be found here.

on any given day the only things you’re likely to find inside of ren’s fridge are a bottle of something alcoholic, a gel eye mask, and one of many credit cards frozen in the freezer.

in a similar vein, her oven is absolutely full of half clothes, half books.

is literally always on the verge of eviction bc, as mentioned above, she prioritizes p. much anything over responsibilities.

will 1000% justify buying five pairs of shoes she can’t afford bc she got them at a sample sale for the price of one at full retail

once upon a time she excused bad habits and terrible choices under the premise that they were hands on experience for the sake of her writing... except all these years later she’s still on her bullshit and hasn’t written anything of quality in ???

can’t be trusted to keep a pet rock alive let alone anything else

has never, not once, been able to say no to anything made of silk or velvet

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

this is already crazy long so i’m going to be making a sep. post for these and will add the link as soon as it’s finished, but you can expect to see things like: neighbors, coworkers, friends she’s met since moving to miami, the people she hung around during her years of travel and shenanigans, messy exes, drug dealer, former (kinda) sugar daddy lmfao, secret family, etc.

CHARACTER TWO.

NAME: 👑 Alicia Josefine Palmeiro (30)

FACECLAIM: Ana de Armas

in CORAL GABLES, you’ll find ALICIA PALMEIRO who’s lived there for ONE WEEK and they spend their days working as A (CURRENTLY UNEMPLOYED) LAWYER. They’ve been described as SHARP GLANCES, RUNNING IN HEELS, AND THE SCENT OF ACRYLIC PAINT FAINTLY LINGERING BENEATH ARMANI PERFUME by the people that know them. Which makes sense when you consider that they can be ELOQUENT + AMBITIOUS but also MATERIALISTIC + INDIFFERENT.

BACKGROUND.

comes from one of those richer than god families that have a library named after them somewhere and flaunt it. grandfather was the former governor of NC and her father is the current state attorney there

basically grew up with anything she wanted under the sun aside from attention and love. she was more of a business/brand investment than a beloved child in their eyes. rafael and gabriella (true monsters, lemme tell u) had her entire life mapped out and signed in blood before she was even conceived.

thought it would be really fun once to get a boyfriend in HS and hasn’t been able to get rid of him since. pls don’t call the cops if she threatens to light jaxon on fire bc she’s not serious. except for the one time she prob almost did.

speaking of things she almost did... she almost ran away with him after hs graduation in the pursuit of true love and following her dreams

daddy blackmailed jax into leaving her without a word, though. he listened (with good reason). instead of being happy and painting to pay rent, ali sucked up her tears before her mascara could run and went off to duke.... u guessed it.... exactly as her parents planned.

years later ran into jax again and they had an affair while she was engaged to another man. it ultimately led to their birth of their now 1.5 year old son

wyatt is probably the only thing she cares about more in this world than birkin bags and lingerie and shoes. on wednesdays she’ll let jaxon grace the list, but only if he leaves his muddy boots and potato chips at the door.

they’ve just moved to miami in a panic bc she found evidence against her father that proved they weren’t safe around him anymore (can share deets, but it’s chalk full of triggers so i won’t add it here)

HEADCANONS.

HOMETOWN: Wilmington, North Carolina

BIRTHDAY: August 16th, 1989

NICKNAMES: Ali, Princess, Queen Alicia P.

ORIENTATION: attention and diamonds (no but really she heterosexual)

PERMANENT PAIN IN THE ASS: Jaxon Martins

CHILDREN: Wyatt Martins, 1.5 years

MUSE SONGS: Me Too by Meghan Trainor, tba

CHARACTER TAG: can be found here.

PINTEREST BOARD: can be found here.

currently living in the penthouse suite at the biltmore hotel while they house shop for a mini mansion up to ali’s standards

is the stomping parrot when jax refuses to give her the attention she wants. or when she’s giving him the silent treatment but wants him to know she’s still mad.

thinks $20 t-shirts are just the result of misprinted tickets.

might cry if you try to take her inside of a dollar store or walmart.

couldn’t cook a meal to save her life and will absolutely get something catered and then take the credit when you tell her how delish it is.

has extreme trouble expressing her verbal emotions, so her displays of affection typically manifest in the form of gifts. ali will secretly obsess for weeks over finding the perfect present to fit the recipient

not saying she’d throw u in front of a bus but…. if she doesn’t like u she prob wouldn’t hold out a hand to save you either.

is actually a warmhearted arsenic laced cupcake with a painter’s soul beneath her icy shield and devil blood. she does care. stg. mommy and daddy just never taught her how to show it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

just like before, i’m going to be making a sep. post for these and add the link as soon as it’s finished, but you can expect to see things like: neighbors, family local to the area (depending on from which side, would also need to be discussed with @fcntastical), new friends, artsy friends she can be herself around, mom friends (gimme a real housewives of miami club pls), people connected to her father and all his maniacal ways, fr/enemies, etc.

#miamiintro #this is basically a hot ass mess but i'm not gonna be around for a bit so i wanted to make sure i got SOMETHING up #i'll finish certain bits on here after the holiday <3 #but i'm exciiiiiited

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wordsturnintostories · 5 years

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show me your rosettes, baby (g)

summary: The world tour is over and the Bangtan Boys finally get their well-deserved break. When Namjoon suddenly can’t find Jimin anywhere, things take an unexpected and pretty unbelievable turn. “Kim Namjoon!” “Hyung. How common is it for people to turn into cats?” word count: 2.3k note: ahhhh. this is one of my favorite bits. wanted to post this later but then decided that @justanemptydream needs a little fluff today. hope it helps, darling ✨

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Bathing Jimin turns out to be a surprisingly easy task. Namjoon knows plenty of people (okay, maybe not plenty, but at least Hoseok’s sister and then a few) whose cats go batshit crazy at the sight of a filled bathtub. Kitty Jimin is a completely different story.

Maybe one part of the reason his curious blue eyes always find back to the tub is that he’s (been?) turned into an inexperienced cub who has never had a first bath and who has therefore not made any bad experiences with it in the past. Maybe he just doesn’t complain because he’s Park Jimin, a person who generally likes water and being in it, be it a pool, an ocean or an aquarium (only the one they’d tried and failed to raise some pet fish in (they’d needed fake ID’s to buy those, what the hell) that they had finally given to Bang Sihyuk as a belated birthday gift and that after a couple years of standing next to his desk got transformed into one of those fancy floor-to-ceiling aquariums).

The younger doesn’t mind the bathtub and is quick to run circles in it, excitement overflowing before there’s even water in the tub. Yoongi and Namjoon both stand outside in swimming trunks, amused at the innocence before them. They are holding their respective yellow-patch-jeans in their hands, trying to get the pesky pee-stains out over the sink. Thanks, Jimin.

Deciding to let the liquid laundry detergent sate the textile, they drop the clothes and finally let water in the bathtub. It’s a little strange, bathing together (they’ve probably never done that before) in swimming trunks (that they have). They have seen each other naked plenty of times, side-effect of sharing showers in their pre-debut and debut dorms and even Jimin hasn’t been a stranger to these occasions (which doesn’t legitimize staying naked around each other, though). Still, he’s tiny right now and if his hyungs sit down, he’s exactly on crotch level. So. Swimming trunks it is. You could call it Child Protection Services.

To their surprise, Jimin becomes oddly vocal as soon as the warm water sloshes around his paws and legs and soon, even higher, up to his underbelly. Excited little squeaks pour out of him and turn into pants whenever the water sloshes into his mouth. But the cub splashes and paddles, a little whirlwind of yips and soaked fur.

“Hyung,” Namjoon requests, “do you want to wash him?”

“Sure,” Yoongi says and fishes the rascal out of the water. Jimin paddles even as they lift him into the air, tail swinging left and right like a rudder. The kitty gasps and meows, whipping around his head as if he can't decide whether he would like to be let back down into the sloshing tides or not. Yoongi holds him against his belly and hasn’t even reached for a shampoo bottle when Jimin starts climbing his body. At first, Yoongi gently puts his hand under Jimin’s ass, receiving a raised eyebrow-look by Namjoon.

“So he doesn’t fall,” Yoongi argues, “could you please hand me Jungkook’s soap?"

“Why Jungkook’s? He won’t like you using his.”

“Because it’s without perfume. Cats have better noses than humans. I don’t want to use scented shampoo on him.”

Namjoon nods, grateful that his hyung keeps the important things in mind. No matter how cheesy it might sound, the members are better together. They complete each other. Like the dough and the filling in a bungeoppang.

Jimin stays elated until the last second of the bath, blessed with an entire new slice of life and two hyungs that serve it on a silver platter. Even with countless mouthfuls of water, the cub doesn’t seem to mind the liquid. His little tail points straight at the ceiling and shakes as he explores. It’s honestly endearing to watch him and Namjoon wishes the others could be here right now too so they could all share this memory. Who knows, maybe it’s even physically benefitting to watch our little dongsaeng like this, he thinks, with the way the kitty makes his hyung’s hearts beat faster and gives them something to laugh about. It’s utterly adorable.

Yoongi asks Namjoon to hold out his hands and lowers Jimin into them so that his belly rests on Namjoon’s fingers like they are a carrier so that his thumbs can support the cat’s sides. Namjoon feels the little wet tail fall against his wrist. When Yoongi gently cards his fingertips against Jimin’s fur, working the soap in, the leopard cub relaxes and even the thumpy heartbeat that hits Namjoon’s middle finger calms down. The hyungs are quiet as they take to washing their dongsaeng. The new, unfamiliar rumbly sound that emerges doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Is he-“ Yoongi says with big eyes.

The other rapper nods, closer to the source. To his hands, it’s like touching the delicate skin of his studio’s woofers. Jimin’s whole body vibrates with every raspy purr.

“He’s purring, hyung. He purrs.”

"I didn't know leopards could purr..."

"They... can't, normally. But you're special, huh, Jiminie? You're so special."

While Namjoon keeps cooing at the younger, Yoongi has got a bright smile on his face as Jimin's direct response to his touch encourages him to keep going. The entire time, the cub doesn’t move a muscle, may it be a consequence of being physically suspended in Namjoon’s hands or just of happy hormones being released. Even as his older brother lets the warm water wash over Jimin’s body to free him of the rest of the washing lotion, the cat remains absolutely still.

Finally, Namjoon just lets the smaller one sit on his thigh. And even then, despite his enthusiasm earlier, Jimin just stretches and plops down. His legs don’t even reach the sides of his hyung’s thigh so he looks like a pancake (flat and spread out) as he falls asleep.

In all honesty, it takes a lot to be manly and Yoongi and Namjoon both seem to not own that much of manliness yet because as soon as they realize that their kitty is sleeping, they both coo without shame.

“He must be drained,” Namjoon whispers, “turning into a leopard baby is probably stressful.”

“He looks so small. Let’s take care of him well.”

“Of course, hyung. But what if-“ Namjoon is afraid to say finish that idea. He doesn’t want to ruin their happiness. But he’s got responsibilities. And carrying responsibility means looking at the future and making good decisions in the present. He wants to make good decisions, for them all, for Jimin, but especially in this time when the younger can’t make decisions on his own.

“What if he stays like this?”

“Would that be so bad?”

Whatever the leader expected Yoongi to say, it isn’t this. Never in a hundred years. He has to be careful not to break the whisper.

“Yoongi-ah! Don’t talk like this. How could that be good? Jiminie turned into a cat. How can he perform like this?”

The elder looks almost stoic; not displeased, not joyful, just… calm. Like the issue at hand can’t bother him.

“I didn’t think that far ahead yet, to be honest. I don’t think he’s even gonna stay like this until then. He’ll probably come back soon. I just meant for now.”

“What is different between for now and the next months? Jimin can’t do anything like this.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t have to at the moment. We’re on our break. This couldn’t have happened at a better time, Joon-ah. Imagine if this would’ve happened at the beginning of our next tour.”

Namjoon stays quiet. That would have been horrible. He hopes Bangtan will never have to pause a tour because of something like this. Or lie to ARMY about it. Because that would be even worse.

“What I’m saying is,” Yoongi eyes seem deep and full of wisdom, “maybe this is exactly what Jimin needs. Look at him right now, he’s sleeping so peacefully with you. I bet he’ll eat better too.”

“You think his body can use this to recover?”

“Yeah. We all know he’s not fine right now. Maybe his body is even responsible for this. Maybe he would have gotten really sick if he hadn’t turned. You know how poorly he takes care of himself sometimes. Maybe the ghost of Taehyung’s halmoni felt sorry for him and turned him into a cat.”

Namjoon snorts but tries to not wake up Jimin. The little one stays asleep, only his tail curls up and Namjoon knows he will be watching documentaries all day long tomorrow so he’ll know how to read a cat’s body language. He needs to be able to communicate with his dongsaeng.

“You’re good at comforting me. Thank you for being my friend,” Namjoon says and Yoongi sends him a rare, deep smile.

“You’re a great friend too, Joon-ah. But the water is getting cold. Let’s wash up.”

They do, after each other, and lift Jimin out of there so he can’t get in the way. The kitty seems displeased with the cold surface of the counter, mewling, which makes the boys hurry up. Soon, they pat their brother dry with a warm towel.

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The first mistake was forgetting to bring their clothes. The second one is leaving the bathroom to get them. Together. When they come back, all they see in the suspiciously quiet room is streaks of bright, glittery galaxy-blue toothpaste (thank you for your taste in paste, Taehyung-ssi) decorating the counter. It winds and runs along the sink and some even hangs off the edge, dangerously close to dripping down. It looks like a freaking toothpaste explosion, with how lushly it is spread out and smeared across the marble. The whole room smells like mint.

Yoongi cackles while Namjoon frowns. What the heck is what goes through his mind. On first glance, he’s alarmed. On the second glance, he finds the guilty suspect - animatedly chewing on the plastic tube of toothpaste down in the sink, looking quite galaxy-blue himself. When he notices his hyungs, he looks up wide-eyed, going for his cute-innocent look (typical Jimin). It doesn’t take (thank you, self-control media training), but it does make them want to whine. Too much cuteness. It almost hurts.

“Oh Jiminie,” Namjoon laments, “why are you making such a mess?”

The sticky cat meows absentmindedly before making more toothpaste squirt out of the container. The little one gets up and rolls in the stuff, happily spreading it everywhere with his tail.

Yoongi giggles at the sight, shamelessly taking pictures. A second later, he’s got a new wallpaper. “Maybe he just liked the first bath a little too much.”

They wash Jimin again. But this time, in solitary treatment, cold water, and the sink, which seems to be a new favorite spot of the little leopard’s (despite the fact that this is supposed to be a punishment).

“C’mon, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi nudges the cat that seems to doze off every time he’s left alone for a second. “We’ll eat something and then you can find a sunny, warm spot and sleep, yeah?” Jimin yawns wide, showing off all his sharp little teeth.

“Oh, look at you, you’re so tired. Come here,” Yoongi knows he’s talking to Jimin like he’s a baby but the little one does need some babying right now.

His suspicion (hope?) from earlier turns out to be right. As soon as there is food, Jimin devours it, not caring about his diet plans and the company’s ideas about his figure or even the public’s words. He just eats like he’s never eaten before and when he’s done, he crawls away to lie down and lick after lick, cleans his fur.

“You might be right,” Namjoon says. “Maybe we shouldn’t interfere and just wait what happens.

“Yeah. Don’t pick the flower before it blooms. As long as we’ve got time off, it’s all good.”

Namjoon nods. “Fine.”

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They watch a couple episodes of some new drama on tv when suddenly, Taehyung calls. Of course, they’ve all texted and talked the last couple of days, none of the members familiar or comfortable with that much distance between each other, but right now, Namjoon wishes he wouldn’t have to take the call. He feels oddly unprepared for an inquisitive Taehyung and he doesn’t want to tell the youngest Kim off, let alone make him sad. His attempt at handing the phone to Yoongi fails. Yoongi is asleep. Typical.

“Heeeeey,” Taehyung drawls, sounding happy and excited. He’s probably having a blast back home.

“What’s up, Tae?”

“I miss you,” he says, a little more quietly, and adds, “and I miss my Jiminie, is he better?”

Namjoon swallows. Should I tell him? He decides no. No, they should see that for themselves instead of hearing it over the phone. It might sound a little too crazy.

“Aw, it’s only been a couple of days, Taehyung-ah. But we miss you too. It’s strange, everything is so quiet, right?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung mumbles.

“But yeah, Jimin is better. He’s uh, he’s running around again.”

“That’s great! Can I talk to him? He’s not answering his phone.” That’s… because of reasons. Namjoon isn’t sure what to say. He looks at Yoongi, who looks so at home with Jimin on his chest. He can’t expect any help from them, obviously.

“Um, he’s with hyung right now. They’re busy, sorry Tae. Maybe you can talk to him tomorrow. You’re gonna be back soon, right?”

“Mh,” Taehyung says, obviously unhappy with the answer. “Tell him I said hi and that I miss him a lot. I wish he could be here with me.”

“I’ll make sure to tell him.”

They talk for a little more, about all the nice things Taehyung’s been up to during his time with his family, on the farm in the countryside (I like countrysiiiiideeee, Namjoon’s mind yells out of nowhere, spooking him). The call ends when Seoul dips in darkness and rises as a sea of lights and Namjoon wonders if he should just let Yoongi sleep on the couch.

He does in the end, not keen on disturbing either hyung or dongsaeng. With compassion in his heart, he pulls a blanket over his two brothers and goes to bed.

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tags: @xmagicxshopx, @taeshuworld, @justanemptydream, @hoodmeup, @gingerpeachtae

#park jimin #pjm #show me your rosettes baby (g)#smyrbg #bts #bangtan #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jimin #rm #suga #kim taehyung #v #supernatural au #bts fanfic #wordsturnintostories #oct6 #oct11

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averagemarvelbitch · 5 years

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Pride and Joy

Summary: AU where Tony Stark has a daughter, but then shit happens.

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CHAPTER ONE

December 19, 1991.

Eighty six hours. Tony hadn’t slept in eighty six hours. He lay there on the king-size bed, looking at the ceiling intently, covered in sweat. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see the car slamming into the tree. He would see his father’s eyes, open and unseeing, blood dripping from his head, skull smashed from colliding into the steering wheel. He would see his mother, always so pristine and proper, with her clothes covered in blood, her head bent over, eyes closed, as if she was silently praying. Obie had warned him that seeing the pictures from the scene wasn’t a good idea, but he needed to see them to actually believe it. Howard had been, as far as Tony could remember, a horrible father and an arrogant piece of shit, but he couldn’t deny he had also been a force of nature. Sometimes, it felt like Howard was this invincible, immortal god who played by no rules except for his own. He survived a war, he built the biggest weapon’s company in the world, he succeeded even when all odds were against him (or, at least, that’s what he told Tony every time they had a fight). It was hard to imagine a simple car crash could ever kill the great Howard Stark. But it did. His father and his beautiful, loving mother were gone. And Tony was alone.

Sometimes, lying there on the bed, alone, he swore he could hear his mother’s voice, sweet and calm, singing one of those old Italian lullabies from when he was just a boy. Other times, he could smell her perfume in the air. He sat abruptly on the bed, violently wiping the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. He was a Stark. And Stark men were made of iron. If Howard was here, he would say men don’t cry, they take action instead. His mother, though, would reassure him that tears are more than acceptable when the pain is too much to bear. But nobody was here to tell him anything. And so Tony got up and left his bedroom.

The mansion had always felt too big, too empty. It had never truly felt like home. But now, it felt like a coffin, its walls confining him, engulfing him, making it harder to breathe. He went down to the kitchen and opened the fridge, taking a bottle of water. Looking around, he thought about Jarvis, whom he had lost two years ago. Everyone leaves, he thought, closing his eyes, everyone always leaves. He looked at the clock and sighed. It was 3 am and still sleep wouldn’t come. He had never felt so tired before in his life. He ditched the water and walked straight to Howard’s office. He needed sleep and maybe a bottle of whiskey would help. It wasn’t like Howard was ever going to drink it anyway.

December 25, 1991.

Christmas had once been a very big affair in his house. Howard and Maria would throw a big, fancy party every year. They’d invite every one of their friends, Jarvis and Anna would cook a formidable meal and there’d be music, and alcohol and talks about the companies, and the vacations spent at Switzerland skiing, and the renovating of the already perfectly good mansions. Tony would stand there, in his best suit, a forced smile on his lips, while his father talked and talked about his latest accomplishments. Did you know Tony got into MIT? At fifteen, if you’d believe it. Oh, yes, yes, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, huh? Howard always did that. Complimenting Tony in front of others, but, behind closed doors, making sure he knew he was nothing special, that he could do better. It was annoying, but Tony played the part. He knew the importance of keeping appearances in this world, had been taught that at a very young age. And so he had gone to every party, every single year until he finally left for college and never looked back, spending Christmas at Rhodey’s house instead, eating homemade cookies and drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows.

This is my first Christmas alone, he thought and then snorted loudly, once more filling his glass with whiskey. It was ridiculous to think this was his first time spending Christmas alone. He had always been alone. Even when the house was full and the music played through the night, he still felt utterly alone. This was no different, really. He looked at the piano in the middle of the room and thought about his mother, her long, skilled fingers gently pressing the keys, her eyes closed, completely focused on the music, a small smile on her lips. If I had known that was the last time I’d hear you play, I’d have paid more attention.

He walked to the piano, sitting at the bench. He caressed the keys and took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and started playing. She’d always ask him to play on Christmas. You play so beautifully, Anthony. She’d say every time, with a smile that could warm the room. And Tony could never deny her. He felt the tears coming down his cheeks as he played her favorite piece, and then suddenly it was too much and he slammed his hands on the keys, the loud sound echoing through the big empty house. The tears came freely now as Tony sobbed, head on his hands, unable to calm himself down.

The next morning, Obie came to visit. He found Tony in the music room, bottles and more bottles all around him, and the piano smashed to pieces.

May 29, 1992.

Everything was loud. The music, the guests, everything. His head felt like it was going to explode, but it didn’t matter. He took another generous sip from the bottle in his hand and laughed at something his friend, Tiberius, said. He was lucky to have met Ty, especially now with Rhodey on the other side of the world, fighting wars that couldn’t be won. Tony wished he was here, and even offered Rhodey to call some higher ups and get him a free pass to come and celebrate his birthday, but Rhodey denied, saying he didn’t want to piss off anyone just yet.

And so Tony danced, and drank, and ended up having sex with a girl whose name he didn’t know in the men’s bathroom. And the next morning he woke up as he usually did, with a horrible hangover, in a bed that wasn’t his own, with a man and a woman he didn’t remember going home with.

September 15, 1992.

After a few too many scandals and a lot of meetings and deadlines forgotten, Obie insisted that Tony needed a personal assistance, personally interviewing and selecting five candidates for the future CEO of Stark Industries to choose. One of them was Pepper Potts. The minute Tony entered the room for his interview with her, she severely reprimanded him on his lateness and told him, without hesitation, that she was the best of the best and she would not, under any circumstances, sleep with him. I’m here to do a job, Mr. Stark, she said, shoulders back, head high and back straight, and that job is to make sure you at least resemble a functioning human being so if we’re going to work together, this will be the last time you arrive late at a previously scheduled meeting, do we understand one another? Tony, of course, hired her on the spot.

It was Pepper’s second month working for Tony and she had only threatened to murder him four times (I make your schedule, Mr. Stark, I can make it look like an accident, don’t think I can’t) which, all in all, was as good as it could be. Thanks to her efficiency, Tony missed less meetings and deadlines (because not even the great Pepper Potts could turn Tony Stark into a complete functioning human) and became more productive and less erratic. He was getting better, feeling more like himself with each passing day, and starting to believe that life could, in fact, be normal again. And that was, of course, when everything came crushing down.

It was a clouded morning and Tony was, as usual, tinkering away in his workshop. He’d spent the night trying to solve a particularly difficult problem with a missile he’d recently designed for SI. The lack of sleep and food (he didn’t even remember the last time he’d eaten something) were making him tired and irritated, which did not bode well for poor DUM-E, who was in time out, standing in a corner with a cone of shame on his head, having been sent there after he tried to feed Tony a smoothie full of motor oil and bananas.

Tony was so focused on the task at hand that he didn’t even hear the door to the workshop opening, or the clicking sound of Pepper’s heels on the cold floor. She called him three times, without any answer, before she reached him and snapped her fingers in front of his face. He slowly blinked twice, looking very annoyed with the interruption.

“I thought we were at lockdown over here. JARVIS?” he asked, turning on his chair.

“I’m afraid Miss Potts has the code that overrides the lockdown protocol, sir”, His AI responded with a hint of humor in his voice.

“I have someone here who wants to talk to you…”

“Busy, Pepper, I’m busy…”

“She says you two slept together and now she’s pregnant.” Pepper continued, completely ignoring Tony. “She’s been calling me for weeks, but this time she threatened to call the press and tell them you’re refusing to…”

“…they always say that, you know that, I don’t understand why…”

“…acknowledge your child and this could become a PR nightmare…”

“…you keep insisting on bothering me when I’m clearly busing changing the world over here…”

“…so please, just take five minutes, go upstairs and fix this because I’m not your babysitter, Mr. Stark…”

“…and it’s like you don’t even listen to me, really, Miss Potts…”

“TONY!” Pepper said firmly, giving Tony a look that means business. “Upstairs. Right now.”

Without much of a choice, but with a very exaggerated roll of his eyes, Tony got up, throwing his red screwdriver on the table and walking towards the stairs, Pepper right behind him.

The woman was sitting on the couch, throwing nervous looks at Happy, who kept glaring at her from a distance. Tony could not for the life in him remember her, which was a good sign. Another crazy woman after money, he thought, walking into the room. The woman got up as soon as she saw him, and Tony asked Pepper and Happy for some privacy.

“I’ll be right in the next room, boss”, said Happy, giving the woman one last glare before Pepper, rolling her eyes, grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the room.

Tony sat down beside the woman. “You don’t remember me, do you?” she asked, an incredulous look on her face.

“Don’t take it personally. I don’t remember what I had for breakfast this morning”.

“You didn’t have any breakfast, sir”, JARVIS intervened, “The last time you ate something other than blueberries was 16 hours ago”.

Tony rolled his eyes fondly at his AI’s tone of disapproval. “So, who are you again?”

The woman looked incredibly offended when she answered. “I’m Diana. We met last month at the Firefighter’s benefit Stark Industries threw. You were drunk and we had sex in the balcony”, she explained.

THAT he remembered. Suddenly, Tony’s mind was filled with moans and the very distinctive image of licking a bird tattoo near a perky tanned ass. “Right. Diana. And you’re pregnant now, right? And what, I’m just supposed to believe that?”

Diana, now looking thoroughly pissed, opened her purse and took a piece of paper, almost shoving it in Tony’s face. “Here’s the blood test. I’ll be happy to do another one with a doctor you choose. AND a paternity test, of course”.

Tony took the piece of paper, reading the words, but not fully comprehending them. This is new, he thought while Diana sat there, looking awfully smug. The women who claimed they’re pregnant with his child usually didn’t bring a blood test. And, when told they would have to go through a paternity test, would normally cry and accuse Tony of being a terrible, horrible man for not believing them. So, naturally, the fact that Diana was apparently ready to take any test Tony saw fit slightly worried him.

“What are you doing right now? My assistant can get you an appointment with a doctor so you can take the necessary tests”.

“Right now? Perfect. The sooner we confirm this, the better”, Diana answered, getting up. Tony got up as well and Pepper appeared at the door, looking professional as always.

“JARVIS said you needed me”.

“Yes”, he answered, running his hand through his hair, “see if you can make an appointment for Diana here, so we can check the facts”.

“Already done it, Mr. Stark. Happy is waiting outside to take her to the clinic. I’ll be accompanying her”.

Tony had never been more grateful for Pepper’s efficiency. “Thank you, miss Potts”.

Diana nodded her head towards Tony, saying a quiet goodbye and leaving the room with Pepper. As soon as they were off sight, Tony let himself fall on the couch, head on his hands, and a worried expression on his face. All he could do now was wait.

#pride and joy #marvel #au #tony stark #fanfiction #future #stony #chapter one

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[I stole one of those quiz things people do on here where they answer one that their followers ask - and I answered them all. A little more about me] sleep: what is the most comforting thing at night time for you? Hm. A dark room. Quiet. Or the sound of rain.

visitor:what creature visits your dreams most often? Mine are also mostly people. Maybe my dog.

chimes:what sounds are your favorite? Rain, a fire crackling, anything that crunches.

times:when do you normally awaken? During the week: around 6AM. Weekends I don't usually set an alarm. So it's anywhere from 9AM when my body naturally starts waking up to sometime in the afternoon. Depends on my night.

reverie:think of somewhere otherworldly u wish to be within, what is it like there? I always picture somewhere with magic. Something like the world as it is now, but just a little more magical. It's funny. I'm not sure if I just don't have a very good imagination or what...

warmth:what do you find most charming in others? Optimism and a sense of humor. Openness and sincerity.

treat:your favorite sweets ? I like Reese's Pieces a lot for candy. Or chocolate chip cookies. I'm not big into sweets.

nestle:your most precious plush toy? Don't have one.

posy:your favorite herbs? Cilantro. Hands down. There is one thing that I like to make using cilantro and the smell is... amazing. I always wish I had more use for it.

stories:books you remember from your childhood? Goosebumps, mostly. My parents never read to us or anything like that.

elder:what do u expect to be like in your elder years? I've always wanted to become an actor when I'm old. All you have to do is swear and suddenly you're instantly funny. I imagine I'll still be very young at heart. I've never really felt my age.

home:in what type of environment do you feel most safe? There aren't too many environments where I feel unsafe. I like being at my parents' house.

finds:what kind of item would you most likely buy from an antique store? I've gotten mirrors from antique stores before. They're much more interesting.

offering:how do you show others you are fond of them? Physical contact. Time. I like to do things for people.

lore:if your life were a tale, how do u expect it would end?? If I had my way? In a burning blaze of glory.

Sugary Carnival: Have you ever been considered popular? I was popular in college and in the years since then. Before that I had a solid group of friends, but wasn't popular.

Milky Planet: Besides earth, what planet would you come from? Mars. The planet named for the god of War

Rose Toilette: Your signature perfume? Aero 1987 - as someone has picked on me for.

Whimsical Vanilla-chan: What pets do you have/want to have? I have a dog and that's all I want. Girl has a cat who is an asshole but somehow loves me.

Dreamy Dollhouse: Describe your room with just 5 words. Not big enough. Organized. Plain.

Melty Chocolate: Favourite type of chocolate? Just regular Hershey's milk chocolate. I don't like dark chocolate and I like white chocolate even less.

Sugar Dream Dome: What do you like most about Winter? When it snows on Christmas Day.

Milky Berry: What do you like most about Summer? Everything. The heat. The sun on my skin. The beach. Everything.

Happy Garden: What types of things would you plant in a garden? I would probably have a vegetable garden. Tomatoes, green beans, peas.

Magical Étoile: Favourite attraction at a carnival? The food trucks. lol

Toy Parade: What toys did you play with as a child? Matchbox cars, ninja turtles.

Holy Lantern: Describe the darker side to your personality. I do think sometimes about if I could kill someone and how I would feel about it. I think I could.

Melody Doll: What types of music do you listen to? Pretty much everything. It depends on my mood and the day.

Wonder Party: Favourite type of tea? Snapple peach. I know it doesn't count.

Glass Bottle of Tears: What, without fail, makes you cry? That one's tough. Yeah, I think other people crying - especially family or friends. That will sometimes get me. I wouldn't say "without fail." Because I often try to be the strong one.

Cinema Doll: What makes a movie really enjoyable for you? When something unexpected happens. Everything is so formulaic these days.

Memorial Cake: What is your ideal romantic experience? Alright. I pick you up at your house. I'm a little early, because I want to be punctual. Never late. Flowers, of course. I drive. We're going into New York. The car is parked and we walk around the streets seeing... everything. Wandering. Street vendors, sidewalk fairs. It's a beautiful day. Warm. Showering and changing at the hotel. You're wearing an incredible dress. One I've picked out for you, bought for you. Daddy likes to be relaxed, but for this... I go all out. We get ready in separate rooms so that I don't see you until you're ready. Walking again. To a tiny little place, in the lower level of a building. Somewhere only a handful of people have ever heard about. Amazing food and wine. Good conversation. Heavy flirting. Lots of touching. We leave the restaurant and I can't keep my hands off of you. But that's alright, because you don't ask me to. Kissing in the dark shadows just out of the reach of the street lights' illumination. Laughing when a car's headlights catch us. Humor come and gone so quickly, replaced again by the need to have my lips, my hands, over every inch of your body. Car service back. Impatience. Hours and hours of incredible sex. Falling asleep and waking up again for more. The sunlight on your skin. Staying naked and satisfied the entire next day.

Star Night Theatre: If life was viewed as a theatre stage, what role would you play? Well, I've actually been the stage manager and lighting designer. But, going with the metaphor... I think I'd be the spotlight operator. Lighting other people up makes me better.

Cotton Candy Shop: If you had your own shop, what things would you sell? Sex toys. ;)

Decoration Dream: Favourite way to decorate a cake? I've never decorated a cake. A good friend of mine once made me a birthday cake decorated to look like Captain America's shield. That was kickass.

Fancy Box: What gift(s) did you get for your birthday last year? Last year... I remember going out to dinner for my birthday. I'm not sure about gifts.

Misty Sky: What is your favourite type of weather? A cloudless sky and a light breeze on a warm day.

Dreamy Horoscope: What is your zodiac sign, and do you relate to it? I'm a Leo. Google says: "Leos are one of the most confident and aggressive signs. " The descriptions fit pretty well. I'm not sure I put stock in Zodiac signs. I just like my birthday because it's in the summer. Oh, and also: "Leo men are amongst the more kinky"

Symphonia of Birds: Favourite type of bird? Robins.

Day Dream Carnival: What do you daydream about the most? I definitely daydream about my little girl the most.

Royal Cards: Name a game you are really good at. Hm. I like card games. I'm good at Battleship. That's the only game I can think of right now.

Milky Cross: Are you a religious person? Not particularly anymore.

Cream Cookie: What kinds of snacks do you munch on? I like chips as far as snacks go. But I don't snack much anymore.

Drained Cherry: What emotionally exhausts you? Arguments. Repetitiveness. Lack of appreciation.

Fancy Paper Dolls: What accessories would come with a doll version of you? Sunglasses. Maybe a beanie.

Holy Night Story: Favourite thing to do when it’s night time? If it's hot out, I like to go swimming at night. Typical night, though, is spent on the couch with movies.

Candy Treat: Favourite type of candy? Reese's.

Fantastic Dolly: What cosmetics do you use? None. I don't even use anything when I wash my face. Just plain water.

Drink Me: Favourite drink/beverage? Water has become a favorite. Coke. Lemonade. When I drink, cider.

Merry Making Party: Describe the biggest party you’ve ever been to. I've been to some big block parties that were fun. I've thrown parties that were way over capacity.

Country of Sweets: What countries would you like to visit? All of them. But my top 3 are probably Italy, Ireland, and Thailand. One down...

Fruits Parlour: Favourite fruit? I've always liked watermelon because it reminds me of summer.

Dream Sky: Have you ever seen a shooting star? Yes. At night on the beach in Maine.

Soap Bubbles: How do you like to bathe/shower? My shower usually starts off warm and gets hotter as I keep adjusting it. Hair first, then body and occasionally "manscaping." Something you didn't know about me yet.

Jewelry Jelly: Name 3 of your favourite jewellery pieces. I don't really wear jewelry. Lipring.

Dream Fantasy: What is your wildest fantasy? Depends on your definition of wild.

Milky-chan the Fawn: Favourite forest animal? Wolf.

Honey Cake: What do you normally eat for breakfast? Banana and peanut butter. Or an apple. Protein shake.

Dreamy Baby Room: The most childish part of your personality? I get pretty needy when I'm sick.

Chess Chocolate: What piece would you be on a chess board? The Knight.

French Cafe: Favourite thing to eat at a patisserie? Fruit tarts.

Sugar Hearts: How is your love life right now? Complicated.

Wonder Story: What types of things do you like to read about? Really anything. I like to learn. I also like reading for leisure, as you know.

Twinkle Mermaid: Favourite type of fantasy creature? Dragons

Gloria: Name a very rare item that you would love to own. I wouldn't mind a few first-editions.

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May 18.

As I’m sitting in the mansion’s parlor studying for my math final tomorrow, the lights suddenly go out. I look up, frowning, and glance out the window. It’s perfect outside, not a single cloud marring the sky. So why…?

PRRRR!

I scream like a little girl when the sudden sound hits my ears, my legs curling up and my hands jerking to my head, my math book tumbling onto the floor with a fluttering crash.

At the same time, the lights come back on, and Dui, Ichthys, and Teorus pop out from behind the couch across from me with cheap party hats you buy for a little kid’s birthday party on their heads and party blowers in their hands. That was what caused the loud horn-like sound. As I stare dumbly at them, the rest of the gods enter the room, looking amused at my deer-in-headlights expression.

“Happy birthday, Eden!” Ichthys shouts, a wide smile on his face. I blink.

“You know my birthday?” I ask. He rolls his eyes at me as Teo and Dui go about creating food and a cake for all of us.

“Duh. You told me when we first met, remember?”

“Oh, yeah…” I guess I did tell him. He asked what my sign was, right?

“You’re really going to celebrate a human’s birthday?” I ask as Zyglavis comes to sit beside me with a smile on his face.

“Of course we are,” He replies pleasantly.

“Besides that, it was Minister Ponytail’s idea to celebrate in the first place.” Leon says. He turns to Huedhaut. “Hey, the goldfish might not be allowed to drink, but we are. Bring out the wine.” Huedhaut does a mocking salute.

“Yes, sir!” However, he does it anyway, snapping his fingers and creating three bottles of dark wine.

I look at Zyglavis.

“It was your idea to celebrate?” I ask him, feeling touched. He nods.

“You don’t allow Lorraine and David to throw you birthday parties it seems, so I figured, why not us?”

“How did you…” I begin to ask, but then my eyes flit down to the ground, and I notice Zyglavis’ shadow isn’t under him where it should be. “Oh. Still keeping your shadow with me?”

“The threat of the dark king may be gone, but that doesn’t mean evil has been expunged from the Earth. It is my primary goal to keep you safe now. My shadow will always be with you.”

Zyglavis’ voice becomes soft and tender as he gazes at me lovingly, and my cheeks warm up on their own volition. I stare back at him, smiling like an idiot, when a voice cuts in.

“Alright, enough mushy-gushy stuff, it’s gross,” Ichthys says while pretending to gag. “Let’s party!”

There’s a wide variety of food on a large table someone conjured up, ranging from simple foods like chips and pretzels to rather fancy food like coquilles Saint-Jacques and ossobuco. In the center of the table is a black and white four-tier cake with a string of cherry blossoms going from the top to the bottom. Surrounding the table are piles of presents, all wrapped in colorful paper and ranging in size from roughly the size of a laundry basket down to the size of a small ring box.

I raise my eyebrows.

“There was…really…no need…for this,” I mumble as I struggle to take it all in. What’s really hard to accept is that gods—gods—got me, a human, presents. And there has to be at least fifteen of them.

“I tried to reign those three in,” Zyglavis said, waving at finger at Dui, Ichthys, and Teo. “But like that’s even possible.”

“Whaaaat?” Ichthys whines, sticking out his bottom lip.

“We wanted to give you presents! That’s what birthdays are for, right?”

“Keep in mind Eden, that this is the first birthday party any of us have attended,” Huedhaut tells me as he pops the cork on one of the wine bottles. “Gods don’t celebrate the days they were born. At least, not like humans do.” I cock my head, and look to Zyglavis.

“You don’t?”

“Gods live for a very long time,” He replies. “Celebrating every year would get rather tedious. Instead, we acknowledge when we reach our hundredth year of living, and so on and so forth.”

I exhale loudly. That…is one thing I need to think about. Zyglavis is immortal, and I am not. What will happen when I die?

I decide to save that thought for a rainy day.

The room is busting with happy voices and music within minutes, everyone talking amongst themselves and eating and drinking. I don’t recognize the music playing from the stereo. It must be exclusive only to the Heavens.

The food is amazing. Even the chips taste better than normal. Ichthys had me try this weird grey lumpy porridge type deal and I keep finding myself coming back for more of it… whatever it is.

When it comes time for cake, the three gods who scared the crap out of me earlier insist on singing Happy Birthday to me, and Tauxolouve and Partheno even join in, but I have a feeling they just want to see me blush. When I look to Zyglavis for help, he’s just standing there chuckling.

“Okay, okay! Open your presents now!” Ichthys says, grabbing my arm and yanking me over to the pile of gifts that I’m sure will be completely unnecessary. However, to appease him, I smile and do as he asks.

The gods all gather around me as I begin to open my gifts.

The large present turns out to actually be a laundry basket, which I’m actually glad about; I needed a new one, anyway. I get a heavenly perfume from Partheno, who says that spraying that on me will have me smelling pleasant all day without needing to reapply, which I think is really awesome, and I get a book about the Heaven’s history from Huedhaut, which is also really cool because who wouldn’t want to know about the Heavens?

From Tauxolouve I get a pretty pink and red silk scarf, from Dui I get a soft, fuzzy plushie of cherries that actually smells like cherries, and from Leon I get a star pin that he says will keep harm from coming to me.

“She needs all the help she can get anyway.” He says, but his tone of voice is more joking than insulting.

From Karno I get a large mineral nightlamp that emits purifying energy, from Aigonorous I get a small music box that plays ten different lullabies, from Krioff I get a pair of socks that feel like silk but have the ability to keep my feet warm—I’m always down for a new pair of socks—from Scorpio I get an apple scented candle that will never run out, from Teo I get a cowbell that can call any animal I want to me, and from Ichthys…

He has a huge smile on his face when he hands me the small box I had seen earlier, and as I open it, he says, “That will put anyone in the ‘mood’, if you know what I mean.” I frown. Inside the box is a small orange piece of candy, barely bigger than a Nerd. I look up at him.

“You mean ‘mood’ as in…” He winks at me, and my cheeks immediately light up like a stoplight.

“That’s a bit of an inappropriate gift, don’t you think, Ichthys?” Zyglavis asks him, clearly unamused.

“What?” He asks, turning to look at his superior with puppy dog eyes. “I mean, she’s probably gonna need help with Your Uptightness, right?”

“Eden,” Huedhaut says with a snarky smile on his face. “That is one of the Heaven’s most potent aphrodisiacs. I’d be very careful with that if I were you.”

I hurriedly put the lid back on the box.

“I, ah, appreciate this, Ichthys, but I mean, it’s kind of early in our, um…relationship for…this.” Listening to me bumble like an idiot, everyone besides Zyglavis laughs. I’m pretty sure there’s steam coming out of my ears.

As I put the tiny, dangerous gift aside, I yawn.

“Are you getting tired?” Zyglavis asks me. I glance at the clock over the mantle of the fireplace and see that it’s almost ten at night.

“Whoa!” I gasp. How did the time go by so fast? It was just five! Teo smiles.

“You know what they say, time flies when you’re having fun.”

“Aww…are we ending the party already?” Ichthys asks, pouting like a small child. Zyglavis rolls his eyes.

“You can party all you’d like, but it’s time for Eden to get some sleep. Humans need eight hours of sleep or else their mental functionality is compromised.”

“Oh, jeez, are you ever boring,” Leon moans as he pulls himself to his feet to head for the wine. “Get out of here before you bore us all to death.”

Zyglavis narrows his eyes and opens his mouth like he’s about to rebuke Leon, but I quickly put my hand on his arm and pull us to our feet as well. “Let’s go, Zyglavis.”

As we walk to the door leading to the back hall, I turn to the gods and smile at all of them.

“Thank you all so much for the gifts. I’ll treasure all of them. But for future reference, you don’t have to get me presents just because it’s my birthday, okay? I have nothing to give back to you.” They all either smile or laugh at me.

“We didn’t give you presents just because it’s your birthday, Eden.” Dui says.

“Yeah,” Karno agrees. “We gave you presents because we like you. We don’t expect anything back.”

I know I won’t get anywhere trying to argue with them, so I just smile and nod graciously.

“Okay. Thank you all again. Tonight was really fun.”

I yawn again, and Zyglavis gently takes my hand and leads me to his room for the night.

When we enter his room, he snaps his fingers and I am in my pajamas. “How convenient,” I mumble. “Wish I could do that.” Zyglavis chuckles.

“It does come in handy.”

He turns the lights off save for the lamp beside his bed and I crawl into the crisp, fresh sheets. As I rub my eyes, Zyglavis lays down beside me and hands me a square-shaped box wrapped neatly in shiny blue paper.

“You got me something too?” I ask, feeling a small twinge of guilt.

“Of course I did. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I allowed all my coworkers to give you gifts and I didn’t?” In my mind, I do a little dance at the word ‘boyfriend’, but I remain calm and smile at him as I take the gift and carefully unwrap it, setting the paper aside and opening the lid of the simple black box.

“Oh, wow…” I whisper. Inside is a charm bracelet with eleven small charms dangling from the silver band. In the center is a larger ornament with the symbol of Libra inside it, surrounded by small stars. Upon closer inspection, I see that the stars are moving, dancing around the symbol as if they’re alive.

“That bracelet has the symbols of all of us,” Zyglavis tells me. I take the time and look at each little charm to see that it’s true. Stars dance around those symbols as well. “However, if you touch mine,” He reaches out and runs his finger over the shiny glass. “I will be able to hear you, and you me.”

I turn my eyes up to his face to find him gazing softly at me. “There will be times when I have to be in the Heavens for a period of time, and we won’t be able to see each other. But, if you should get lonely, all you have to do is touch this charm, and we can talk.”

“Zyglavis, this is…wow…”

I can’t even find the words. Zyglavis is always thinking of me it seems, if he went to all this trouble to get me something like this. Happy tears fill my eyes, and I throw my arms around his neck, pulling a shocked sound from him and causing him to tumble on top of me.

“Thank you,” I whisper, not trusting my voice. “Thank you so much. I’m so happy…” Zyglavis makes a sound that tells me he’s pleased and wraps his arms around me, rolling us so we’re on our sides. As he strokes my hair, I say, “I love you.”

“And I love you.” He replies before placing a small kiss on my forehead.

I gaze up at him and move a hand to cup his warm cheek.

Our bodies move naturally, leaning in to one another, and our lips meet. I still have to remind myself to breathe, but like I care about that.

All too soon he pulls back from me, and when I make a small sound of disappointment, he chuckles and pulls my head to his chest. “It’s time to sleep, Eden.”

“But I don’t wanna.”

“You sound like a child.”

“I wanna kiss you some more.”

Zyglavis kisses my head, but doesn’t allow me any wiggle room to get back to his face. I want to pout, but my drowsiness slowly creeps up on me, and before I know it, my eyelids are drooping.

Oh, well, I suppose. There’s always tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that…I don’t ever intend on letting him go, and I know he won’t let me go, either. My life is changed, forever altered, but there’s no way I can see that as a bad thing. I place all my worries on the back burner and close my eyes, taking a deep breath and cuddling closer to Zyglavis’ warm chest, feeling more safe than I ever have before in my life.

Lying in bed, being held by the most loving of gods, I fall into a deep, peaceful sleep.

#zyglavis #star crossed myth #otome game #fanfic #voltage inc

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titconao3 · 6 years

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that 11 question thing

i was tagged by @antarctic-echoes & @mametupa, so here are my answers. Warning: i suck at these things. Sorry. tl;dr: i’ve been told several times i was too much of a realist, too down-to-earth and sadly unable to dream & leave what things actually are aside, and it shows.

1. what’s your favorite hobby? Er, i don’t really know... anything where i can forget myself?

2. What’s the movie you hate more than anything? there are several, and probably quite a few i’ve erased from my memory. i don't get why people like Love, Actually so much for instance - so depressing. And others, but i either don’t remember them or don’t want to get flamed, so.

3. which would you rather be: Ninja or British Spy? And why? i teach English for a living, but i practised a martial art for a few years. No idea, you pick! If the British Spy thing means lots of sex, no thanks. If it means cool fun toys, why not. If the ninja thing means being able to do fancy moves, why not. If it’s about the training that allows me to do that, probably not.

4. What’s your favorite book of all time? i don’t know. No, really. There are many books i enjoyed, but i’ve learned to be wary of picking them up again for a reread...

5. If you could go anywhere, whether it be a real or fictional location, where would you go? no idea. Since i’m a very positive person who expects disappointment everywhere, well. Somehow, people think i’m pessimistic; i tend to see this as being realistic. It’s not that i don’t travel or like travelling, it’s just... i’m always keeping in mind it’s just a distraction that barely covers the emptiness of existence ;-) many places sound really great, but then when you’re there’s always that “gah i hate mountain paths” or “crap nearest toilets are far away” or “and now there’s the horrible trip back to look forward to” or “my feet are wet” or “those moving stairs are such a pain” or “the Pegasus galaxy is cool and stuff but i don’t have reliable access to AO3″... you get the idea.

6. Which would you rather fight? An angry horse-sized duck or a hundred angry duck-sized horses? depends on what tools / weapons etc i have at my disposal, i’d say? Do i have something that can incapacitate one large thing? or something to outrun small-legged animals for long enough i’d be safe?

7. If you could have any dinosaur as a pet, which one would you have? i don’t want pets of any sorts. Not that i don’t like animals (i really do!), but i can’t properly care for them; i don’t have the time / space / patience etc. And, while dinosaurs are cool, they’d need a lot, and probably wouldn't be happy in an environment they’re not adapted to.

8. What is your favorite animated movie? er... i really don’t watch a lot of films, animated or otherwise. There are some i’ve enjoyed, and they’re definitely not Disney films. No shade on those who enjoy them, bear in mind i haven’t watched a Disney film since i was a kid, apart from the Lion King on a plane or something and the political undertones and how the way the lady lion’s role was downplayed made me angry (and why do so many of these end on “and they got married, the end”? not the more recent ones, from what i understand?) and also why do these people sing all the time? i... don’t like random singing??? i live in fear of the Lucifer musical ep, and i’m one of like 2 or 3 people who don’t like Lucifer singing stuff. I try to pretend he’s Freddie Mercury when writing him. Regarding anime, i’m probably supposed to say Miyazaki or something because everyone loves his stuff, and... it’s nice, sure. Really. Honestly, young characters have never been my thing - Ponyo was sure cute, i guess? i liked the Kenshin OAV because it mixed great music, anime, trope use etc? Or should i mention The Grave of the Fireflies because it’s all deep and stuff? It’s really good, but i’d never EVER rewatch it. Or perhaps Ghost in the Shell? great Kenji Kawai music there. Haven’t watched any animated film in ages.��

9. What is your favorite dessert? i generally don’t really like sweet things - i can appreciate them, but one spoonful or two is enough; it’s not really my thing.

10. what is your movie score? the... number of films i’ve watched? i used to be big on artsy cinema in my younger days, now i can’t stand being still for several hours, surrounded by people potentially munching on crunchy stuff. I’d probably not get a good score (HAHAHA) at most quizzes. to answer the question, the music i’m living to? i do enjoy some film scores - but i like silence more.

11. If you could go to dinner with any fictional character, who would you choose and why? no idea. i don’t have anything interesting to say to anyone. i imagine i can pretend for a while, but that’s what i already do most of the time i’m not home, so... i mean, there are many characters i find interesting / fascinating, but i don’t fit in their world or they don’t fit in mine. How would that work? Am i a lowly ensign on the (original) Enterprise? What am i supposed to talk about with Tony Stark and his buddies? i guess i could just stare moodily at a beer bottle while Methos looks all cool and liquid on the chair next to me, he’s probably one of those people who won’t mind silence too much? It would be rude to pester him about what he’s lived through. Maybe ask where he gets his sweaters, they look comfy. Not Lucifer, because i’m not the Detective (or in her orbit) / a pretty young thing / a good singer. I can drink? But i don’t know what to do with myself in a club, so. and now from @mametupa: 1. Which is your favorite holiday and why? As a rule, i dislike holidays. It’s uncomfortable, i don’t particularly want to see most of my family, and it all feels forced. Of course i do know that for some people it’s a joyous time, but be it Xmas / Easter / birthdays whatever, it’s... not my thing. Sorry.

2. What is your favorite food to cook or eat? i’m easy either way. A few years ago i used to cook with a friend. We became estranged, and now i don’t really cook anymore - i mean, i still cook everything myself everything i eat (including bread or yoghurts) but since then i’ve lost the taste and it’s all very utilitarian; fuel so i don’t faint at the gym or at work. i don’t really care, but i’m okay with or at least will try almost anything. Really.

3. If you had to live in the body of someone else, who would it be? Er, no one. Honestly, and that’s not a fun answer, but i’d rather not exist at all. Bodies are hard work (plus luck) to maintain reasonably healthy and, worse, in what is considered “good shape.” Besides, some that really look good are actually not good at all inside, not all diseases / pains are visible.

4. Favorite season? spring makes me sneeze, summer is too hot, winter is that horrible holiday period, so i guess autumn? i do like red colours on leaves (but i live in a city, so don’t see them much like on those nice autumn moodboards with pretty forests)?

5. If someone wrote a book about you, what would the title be? that won’t happen :-)

6. Favorite childhood book? i was a voracious reader until lit studies made me quit reading for a few years, so i read a lot as a child. I kept ideas, feelings, one little thing from many books, but i don’t think there’s ONE book that made me go THIS ONE. sorry.

7. Favorite smell? i don’t know. Wet forest? Fresh bread? Fireplace? What is one supposed to answer? Definitely not perfumes or flowers, i’d sneeze and my eyes would become liquid or something.

8. What different languages do you speak or understand? French, English. I used to be good at Spanish, and i can (especially after a few days of resetting the brain bits) cope. My grammar and vocab are all shot to hell but i can definitely get by; i understand people enough to enjoy guided tours & stuff and get food and a hotel and get directions to park the car. For some reason i now have an English accent whenever i try to speak Spanish (i once said “nos quedamos ten minutos” sounding like a posh XIX lady and the friend i was travelling with was laughing like a loon. She had to repeat what i said to me). i’d like to learn Arabic, because it’s different and the grammar and sounds and writing and word etc are both alien to what i’m used to and yet a source of the languages i’ve learned before, so. i did Latin and Ancient Greek loooong ago, and well it was useful to read street signs in Greece and St Petersburg (i’d brushed up on the Russian alphabet just in case).

9. Favorite era? they’re all interesting, past and present and future. The way some categories of people are / were treated tends to make me run away, though - women, sexual or racial or or or minorities, slavery, you name it. Nowhere, nowhen is 100% a haven.

10. What 5 things would you want to have with you if you were marooned on an uninhabited tropical island? i don’t know if the Internet counts, i guess i could tell people i’m stranded with it, so maybe not? If it doesn’t, no idea. i guess i should say useful stuff like, i don’t know. A fridge with electricity? A survival handbook? A fully-stocked house (with furniture) with electricity? or a means to kill myself as painlessly as possible?

11. One thing that you would never throw away? i don’t know. something useful? Or trousers, perhaps? i hate being naked. But a knife is always useful? Probably? i tend to not throw away stuff BUT i don’t *get* a lot of new stuff either (unless it’s polish, but even there i’ve slowed down because it has to be really special to catch my eye now). i don’t have 11 questions to ask people, but if anyone wants to pick among the many that have been asked before, feel free.

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littledreamybeth · 7 years

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Surprise (Harry Styles x Reader)

A/N: This imagine especially goes for the girls who aren’t or weren’t able to meet the boys. Girls I really feel with you because neither did I met Harry or the other boys. But don’t give your hopes up! Maybe you’ll meet them one day, who knows? And to those people, who already did meet them, please share your experiences with me! I’m dying to know them! Btw, I’m so fucking excited for today! I’ve been waiting for this day since “Sign of the Times” was released and I can’t wait to see him performing again!!! And as Harry would say, All the love and I really hope you enjoy this imagine! I appreciate feedbacks, no matter if they are positive or negative! xo B.

Ever since I was a teenager, my heart was conquered by the most famous boy band in the entire world. Their music has been accompanying me through my puberty stage. They also saved my life and I would be always grateful for that. I was fourteen years old as I started to fancy them. Those times were pretty hard for me. My family was falling apart. My parents decided to divorce and their decision hit me like a brick. I was never the same after this.

So it felt good to listen to their music because it was the only thing that would soothe me during my time of loneliness. I barely talked to my parents, it hurt to see how two persons who used to love each other so dearly ignoring themselves. I needed time to regain my strength and carry on with my live.

So special thanks to One Direction. The biggest boy band in the 21st century. I was glad to get to know them. I still remember my walls being plastered with thousands of posters and pictures. I owned every album and perfume, I still do by the way. One Direction meant more to me than just a boy band. They were my heroes and perfect role models for teenagers nowadays. Also belonging to the 1D fandom was a great honor and pleasure to me and I loved being a part of them so dearly.

And still with my 22 years, I still adored them with my whole heart. Now that they were being in a break, things got strange somehow. I really missed them. I loved all of them but one of them stole my heart from the very first moment I saw him. His wonderful green eyes and his cute dimpled smile were burnt into my head forever. Whenever I saw him in an interview, talking and interacting with the interviewer, my heart skipped a beat and a wide grin made its way up on my lips.

His transformation was fucking remarkable. I mean, you just have to look at him in his X-factor times and compare him with today’s Harry. How did he manage some sort of transformation?! He looks handsome as ever and shit, I would do anything to meet him, even for a second.

Yes, I belonged to the fans who never got the chance to see him or the other boys in real life. And that fact hurt pretty much. Every time I asked myself why I could not just meet them? When I was 15, I wanted to visit their concert but unfortunately I had no money to afford a ticket. I cried for days.

My dearest wish was to be hold by Harry, his arms being wrapped around me into a secured and protective hug, his voice telling me not to cry. But I just could dream of it.

And also with 22 years, I still hadn’t met him. Not yet.

***

“Hey (Y/N), it’s break time!” My best friend called as she entered my office, taking a seat in front of me and placing her feet on my desk. I took a look at the clock. It was exactly 2 PM. I leaned back on my chair, rubbing over my eyes with my hands. After working non-stop for six hours I became really tired. I worked for a designer company in New York and we were about to make a new collections for the summer. So I spent my whole day with drawing and drawing some ideas. And I have to say I liked the most of them.

“Would you please put down your feet from my desk?” I sighed. Then, I opened my cupboard, taking a sandwich out of it. I unwrapped the foil and bit into my delicious sandwich.

My friend and also my co-worker took a sip of her cappuccino. “So (Y/N), any plans for your birthday?” I just roll my eyes at her question. She knew I was too busy to celebrate my birthday this year however she insisted and tried to convince me to do otherwise. She’s been like this for a whole month now.

The closer my birthday came, the more suspicious my friends acted. I was aware that they planned a big surprise for me but I couldn’t tell what. Otherwise, I could always tell what they were planning but this time I was completely oblivious about it.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, babe! We’re going celebrate your birthday like every year.” My friend looked at me with a stern expression on her face.

“(Y/F/N), I’m very busy this year and you know it. I have no time for any celebrations. We have to concentrate on the new collections.”

“But baby, you already work and work without taking any break. You need to cool down a bit! Work isn’t running away.”

I sighed and surrendered because I knew, no matter how much I resist, she wouldn’t leave me alone.

“Fine!” I grumbled, earning an exited screech from her. I held my hands over my ears.

“You won’t be disappointed about your present. I promise!” She told me.

I took my water bottle and drank out of it. However, what my friend said in the next moment made me almost spill out the whole content in my mouth on my drawings.

“What did you just said?” I exclaimed.

She acted like it wasn’t anything excited. But for me it meant the whole world. She looked at me weirdly. “Calm down, babe. I just said that Harry Styles is in town.”

Immediately, my heart beat increased and I felt my cheeks getting warm.

“Woah, (Y/N), you’re trembling!” My friend remarked. “If I knew you would react this way, I wouldn’t have told you.”

“W-where do you know that?” I asked her, trying to keep my voice straight.

“You know I’m watching the news and listening to the radio. I’m not like you who locks herself up in her office and isolates herself from life.” She laughed slightly.

“I’m not isolating myself.”

“Yeah sure.”

“But I don’t think that I’ll meet him even though he’s in New York. I mean he could be anywhere,” I sighed. My friend knew about my heavy crush on Harry Styles. The whole office knew actually. They would catch me how I would talk about him constantly. When he released “Sign of the Times” I couldn’t stop but telling everyone how brilliant this song was. I practically forced them to listen to it. Yeah, since everybody knew they wouldn’t stop teasing me about it.

“You never know, babe. Don’t give your hopes up,” my friend remarked.

“You know I’m never lucky when it comes to my favorite celebrity. Everybody meets him. Everyone but me.”

“You’re thinking to negative, (Y/N). Just look forward on your birthday, okay? We’re going to have so much fun!”

She looked at the clock and saw that our twenty minutes break was almost over. “I’m heading back to my office. I see you around, girl. And do not make a sad face okay? I’m sure one day you’ll meet him.” She offered me a smile before she opened the door and left. Little did I feel that she knew something.

***

My birthday finally arrived. I didn’t feel very excited about that but my friends in the office freaked out for an unknown reason. I received some congrats and lovely hugs from everybody.

“You’re finally 23!” Alyssa, a very cute girl from the office told me, her voice showing a trace of joy.

“Yeah,“ I mumbled. “Finally 23.”

“Okay, girl,” My friend grabbed my shoulders, smiling at me. “You’re not allowed to enter the conference room till tonight. We’ll send somebody to get you, alright?”

“Sure,” I said. After that everybody went back to working.

Hours and hours passed by fast and as someone knocked on my door I just realized that it was already 8 PM. Wow, I really worked that much?

“(Y/N)?” It was Alyssa who opened the door and came in. She is such a lovely and wonderful girl. She is definitely one of my favorite co-workers.

“Hey, Ally!” I greeted her. She clapped her hands.

“Are you ready?”

“I think so,” I said. I was kind of nervous though. Who would know what was waiting for me in the conference room?

Alyssa came towards me and took my hand.

“I have to ask you to close your eyes and only to open them when you’re told, okay?”

I nodded my head and closed my eyes. “Alright.”

Alyssa pushed me slightly forward. “And no cheating!”

“I won’t!” I called.

Alyssa guided me securely and safe to the conference room. I heard her knocking on the hard wooden door. Someone opened it. I could perceive some whispers in the background as I was pushed further into the room. My heart felt like I would explode in my chest.

“Okay, (Y/N)!” I heard my friend. “You can open your eyes now.”

And I did. What I’ve seen took my breath away. The walls around me were decorated so beautifully and balloons were hanging everywhere. There was also a big poster and “Happy birthday to our wonderful (Y/N)” was written on it. They also have removed the desks to the side so the middle of the room could be used as a dance floor. I really wanted to cry. I had such beautiful friends and I was grateful for that.

“Do you like it?” Alyssa asked.

I shook my head in agreement. “Yes, fuck, yes I love it! Thank you so much guys!” I breathed out, struggling with my tears.

“If you already love this,” My friend said. “Then you’ll love your present even more.” I looked at her questioningly.

“Turn around, (Y/N).” She smiled softy.

And as I turned around, it felt like everything around me stopped for a second. My eyes meet with some enchanting green eyes that I longed to see in real life for so many years now. There he stood in front of me and handsome as ever, holding a beautiful red rose in his hand.

I didn’t know how to react, I was utterly shook and very surprised. I was expecting everything but this. I finally met him. My biggest celebrity crush, the king of my world, the key to my heart, the reason for my smile. Harry Styles.

He smiled at me gently and handed me over the rose. I grabbed it with my shaky hands. I tried hard to contain my tears but failed terribly. I put my hand on my mouth to muffle my heavy sobs. I didn’t want to cry. Not in front of him. But I did. And the next thing I felt was Harry wrapping his arms around me and pressing against his chest. I clung onto him like my life was dependent on him. The whole room was filled with cheers, clapping and laughter.

Harry was rubbing my back soothingly, telling my not to cry. I nestled my face in the crook of his neck, breathing his scent in. The scent of his cologne hit my nostrils and awakened every cell and fiber in my body.

He pushed me slightly away, but so that we were still very close to each other. He put his hands on my cheeks and wiped away my falling tears.

“Don’t cry anymore, darling,” He said. “This is supposed to be your lucky day.”

I nodded, however, it was very hard to stop crying. People who already met him know what I’m talking about. Slowly, I regained myself and no more tears were flooding down my cheeks.

“Sorry for ruining your jacket,” I mumbled.

“Don’t worry about that,” He laughed. “It’s totally okay.”

As I looked back into his eyes, just to make sure this was not a dream, it hit me. “Shit, you’re fucking Harry Styles!” My voice was trembling.

“Yes,” He smiled at me. “I am fucking Harry Styles.” The room erupted into laughter.

Harry cleared his throat before he spoke again. “Happy birthday, m’love!”

I blushed slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N). You’re friends couldn’t stop but talking about you non-stop in the last few months.” My eyes widened. Months? They were planning this for months?

“What?” I could only say, turning to my best friend.

“We all know that Harry is a busy man. We wanted to make sure that he was available on your birthday,” She said. I shook my head, but laughed. This all still seemed so surreal to me. How did they even manage to invite him?

“I’m glad they told me about you,” Harry said. “I’ve heard some nice stuff about you.”

The heavy wooden doors opened and my boss Lana came in. She walked towards me and Harry, hugging me first and then giving him a friendly hug. “Welcome Harry, my boy. Long time no see.”

Harry laughed shyly. “It’s good to see you again, Lana.”

I was startled a bit. They two knew each other? My boss turned towards me.

“Are you enjoying your birthday present?”

I nodded. “Yes, mam. Thank you so so much!” I turned and looked at the others in the room. “I still can’t believe that Harry Styles is standing next to me, but I really appreciate your effort with my whole heart. You made a dream come true. Thank you!” Everybody smiled.

“I think it’s time for your birthday cake,” Harry announced then, holding onto my hips. His close proximity let tingles run down my spine and I enjoyed every second of it.

The cake arrived and I blew out the candles. We ate the cake, which tasted heavenly, and then someone turned on the music so we could dance. Harry took my hand, dragging me towards to dance floor.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, his hands on my hips pushing me towards him.

“It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had!” I told him.

“ ‘M very glad you like it.” We danced like there was no tomorrow, but the closer the end came the more afraid I got. I knew that he had to leave soon and I didn’t want that. I enjoyed his presence so much and I refused to let him go. Unfortunately, he had to. The party was over soon. Too soon for my liking.

“Say hello to your mum from me,” Lana asked him, as they hugged each other goodbye. I found out that my boss and his mother were friends so that’s why they knew each other.

“I will. Again, thanks for inviting me.” His eyes fell on me and he smiled. “Otherwise I wouldn’t have known what I had missed.” I blush crept its way on my cheeks.

Harry came to me, holding my hands. “I’m glad I met you (Y/N). I really am. I’m grateful that your friends were bothering the shit out of me, telling me how wonderful you were. “

For the third time on this day, my eyes were filled with tears. He was such an angel. How can I even let him go?

“I don’t want to end it like this,” He admitted, making my heart beating faster.”I would like to get to know you better and I’m staying in New York for a while. So would you give me the honor of going on a date with me?”

Was this really happening? Or was I dreaming? He wanted to go on a date with me?

Without any hesitation, I nodded my head.

“Yes, yes yes yes yes!”

He laughed cutely and then leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“Happy birthday again, (Y/N).”

#harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles reader #one direction imagine #one direction fanfiction

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rachelmorris305 · 7 years

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French Perfume

I’ve heard that your olfactory system, which is just fancy for your “sense of smell,” is the part of your sensory system most closely tied to vivid emotions and memories. And that is completely true for me! Enter perfume: A bottled essence so strong, I have a million and one memories, emotions, even sicknesses tied to MY past perfumes. But also, internal reactions and memories attached to the scents of friends, coworkers, family members, and even ex-boyfriends (anyone else’s high school fling wear Aqua Di Gio?)

My first (remembered) experience with perfume was when I was nine years old. My older sister had adopted the famed ’90s fragrance “Tommy Girl,” by Tommy Hilfiger, as her signature scent— and since she was the coolest person I knew (and still is) I thought it should be mine as well. I did this by sneaking into her drawer after she’d left for the day and spritzing WAY TOO MUCH Tommy Girl all over the “perfume spots” I’d seen people use in real life and in movies (neck, wrists, behind hair, chest, etc.) Then I’d do a second pass, making sure I REALLY got that aroma attached. And I’d casually leave to my elementary school smelling like one of those over-perfumed public nuisances, very likely giving everyone in my path a smell-induced migraine.

As what happens to most good things in life, it became too much of a good thing, and I got sick (the vomit kind) when wearing my sister’s perfume. One spell of nausea can ruin a scent forever, so I’ve never touched Tommy Girl again— Additionally, I can pick it out of a crowd blindfolded, because the scent still induces nausea. Bummer, Tommy.

My adolescence brought with it new smells borrowed from junior high and high school friends. These smells were usually excessively fruity, or sugary—or both sugary and fruity, at the same time. I remember a distinct period when I clung to any perfume that smelled (sickeningly) of cotton candy. There were a, surprising, lot of these cotton candy perfumes in my teenage perfume reserve— they usually had glitter in them or were packaged in a bottle with a faux fur topped lid. I’m now offering up a public apology to anyone who had to smell me at this time. I’m sorry for the headaches you got. I’m sorry if you never want to eat cotton candy again. She didn’t know any better— Bless her heart.

But I’d like to say that now, being well into my twenties, I do know better. Or at least a little better— because perfume choosing/wearing skills can always be finessed. Part of my perfume education came when I read the book How to Be Parisian Wherever You Are: Love, Style and Bad Habits. It’s an enchanting and charismatic read (an EASY page turner), written by a foursome — some of the chicest women in Paris — Anne Berest, Audrey Diwan, Caroline de Maigret, and Sophie Mas. And it’s essentially a Cool Girl Guide for all of us who are still trying to nail down what makes Parisian women so darn captivating. This book maps out an explanation for the French “je ne sais quai.” Giving bits of advice on everything from what you will NOT find in a Parisian’s closet, “Three inch heels—why live life halfway. Blingy jeans with embroidery and holes in them. They belong to Bollywood. UGG boots. Enough said. Logos. You are not a billboard…” To advice on being trendy, “Don’t follow trends (they follow you).” And coaching on how to carry yourself throughout life, “Always look as if you are gazing at the sunset. Even during rush hour in the Metro. Even when picking up frozen pizza from the supermarket.” Genius, this book. Genius.

But as aforementioned, one of my favorite lessons contained in the book is on the art of perfume. Parisians believe in high quality perfumes. Always high quality. They trust the classics — because CLASSICS are classic for a reason (Chanel No. 5, Yves Saint Laurent Opium, Guerlain Shalimar). But they also venture into more modern scent-muses (Kenzo Flower, Le Labo Ambrette 9 Eau de Parfum, Aerin Beauty Rose De Grasse).

They never leave the home without perfume—it’s akin to leaving the house stark naked. They put perfume “Wherever you want to be kissed,” which was famously said by Coco Chanel. The book suggests you put your scent behind your ear and at the nape of your neck. But wherever you put it, apply in a place that makes you feel confident—spritz in places that both you and those around you will notice. Perfume is a luxury for both you and those coming in contact with you!

My last favorite rule of perfume, is to “Find your perfume before you turn thirty. Wear it for the next thirty years.” Only cheating on your signature scent “on cold days.” Parisians have a signature scent, and they stay faithful to it for large spans of their lives — 30 years! This Parisian rule seems to encapsulate the enigma of the Cool French Girl. They know what works for them, and they stay faithful to it confidently— never doubting themselves.

I have a few good years of perfume exploration before I pick my 30th birthday scent—that is, if I strive to be a wannabe Parisian, which I do. Because I love the idea of owning a scent— of people recognizing my perfume and associating it with me. I love the idea of my (very future) children knowing my smell and remembering me after I’m dead and gone, by my specific smell— Because, you know, we already talked about smells being so closely attached to memories. You get it.

So how do you pick your signature smell? I think for the most part, a scent will pick YOU. Different notes and undertones in perfumes will speak to you. You know which scents you absolutely adore, once you smell them. So take the time to explore perfumes. Try a wide range—and I mean TRY. Try them on. Because what smells amazing on your coworker won’t smell quite the same on you. Perfumes mix with you own body’s chemistry, which can alter the scent. So instead of buying large bottles of perfumes you’re still undecided on— opt for going to high end stores and getting a small sample bottles. Wear it for as long as it takes for you to make up your mind. How to you feel wearing the smell? Confident and pretty? Sick and stifled? How do others around you treat you when wearing the perfume. I often know I’ve found a winner perfume, when I love it AND everyone around me loves it and asks me about it, as well.

So what do you think of this Parisian rule? Do you believe in one signature scent? Or do you have a large perfume arsenal atop your bathroom vanity? If you do have a signature scent, as always, I’d love to hear what yours is! If you love to change up your scent, tell me why!

As for now, I alternate between Trish McEvoy’s No.9 Blackberry & Vanilla Musk and Chloé Eau de Parfum.

Until next time, XOXO

Amy

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theperfectorpage · 7 years

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French Perfume

But I’d like to say that now, being well into my twenties, I do know better. Or at least a little better— because perfume choosing/wearing skills can always be finessed. Part of my perfume education came when I read the book How to Be Parisian Wherever You Are: Love, Style and Bad Habits. It’s an enchanting and charismatic read (an EASY page turner), written by a foursome — some of the chicest women in Paris — Anne Berest, Audrey Diwan, Caroline de Maigret, and Sophie Mas. And it’s essentially a Cool Girl Guide for all of us who are still trying to nail down what makes Parisian women so darn captivating. This book maps out an explanation for the French “je ne sais quai.” Giving bits of advice on everything from what you will NOT find in a Parisian’s closet, “Three inch heels—why live life hallway. Blingy jeans with embroidery and holes in them. They belong to Bollywood. UGG boots. Enough said. Logos. You are not a billboard…” To advice on being trendy, “Don’t follow trends (they follow you).” And coaching on how to carry yourself throughout life, “Always look as if you are gazing at the sunset. Even during rush hour in the Metro. Even when picking up frozen pizza from the supermarket.” Genius, this book. Genius.

As for now, I alternate between Trish McEvoy’s No.9 Blackberry & Vanilla Musk and Chloé Eau de Parfum.

Until next time, XOXO

Amy

French Perfume posted first on http://ift.tt/2u0M9RP

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haebxtna · 7 years

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Leaving a Mark

Part I - The Journal Entries

August 4, 2008

I picked him out of the crowd. He wasn’t the one my eyes were searching for but somehow they landed onto his, next to the one I was supposed to find. Charlene’s boyfriend… has a friend. And that friend is him. He has small eyes, a bit different from most of the students but familiar, because I have the same size of eyes as he has. Even smaller. There’s an indentation at one side of his cheeks, evident as he speaks, distinct as he smiles. The sun shines from our side but the rays beam at their side, across our line, and it made his pale skin glisten under the light. It was… perpetual. He’s handsome, I must admit. Will I know his name? Tomorrow I shall ask Charlene.

August 8, 2008

All I wished is for a name, but I got more than what I should. It was break time, Charlene promised me something wonderful was about to happen, but I did not expect what came next. I was in the lobby, too full, too distracted to eat, when his figure appears suddenly from the corner of my eye. He stood in front, leading a pack of 4 men including Charlene’s boyfriend. I felt a tight squeeze in my hand from Charlene, but I was too dumbfounded to react. I wanted them to pass through me, just walk through the hallway. I don’t really want any attention because clearly, his group of friends steals the eyes of people with their mere presence alone – just like earlier. But one set of eyes focused on us, me. They stopped right in front of us, Charlene’s lips tugged upward in a proud smile while she scooted to her boyfriend.

“Hi, I’m Mark.” He extended one of his hand and I gladly took it, nervously shaking his while I tried my best to hide the embarrassment, but Charlene said I looked like a tomato the whole time.

I had his name, and his hands left a mark.

July 29, 2009

“Stop fangirling over him.” They said, but I was just a mere young one cheering for the team, for the school’s pride! Of course, it was an excuse. It’s pretty much obvious that I was following him. No, I don’t stalk him. Just… admiring him from afar. Offering him small things that might bring smile to his face. Like a bottle of orange juice and a sandwich after the varsity practice. It worked, actually. The sporadic hi and hello’s upgraded to small talks, and he knew my name already – and the way he calls me Shine sends shiver down my spine every single time. And he smiles more now, smiles more at me. Or am I just delusional to think that it’s for me when it’s for the entire row of girls cheering for him from the bench whenever he shoots the ball? Maybe, but I’d consider that smile as mine, because at the end of the day, he still talked to me. Small talk, but encouraging.

I’m not getting my hopes up, but I am happy with the way things are.

October 14, 2009

I… don’t even know what to say. I knew there were dangers with trying to be close to a person you fancy but has little chance but… somehow we’ve become close. Close as in we talked more, and he seem to take care of me. But so he does with the other girls of his year. But what can I do, he simply defends me from the bullies, and gives me words of advice and everything. I could not help but feel something. Even though I don’t want to. If I can deny it then I would. But… he kissed me on my forehead. I don’t think I could deny it anymore. This has become more than liking him. I’m actually… scared.

January 5, 2010

I should’ve stayed in. I should have rested at home and kept myself on the comforts of my bed. The flu got worse, it’s really a bad way to start a year, and it’s as if it’s an omen, a foreboding to something bad. Today I realized that it is. Why did I even want to go to school while I am sick? Obviously because I wanted to see Mark on the first school day of the year. Christmas break stretched long enough and I… missed him so much. I wish I did repress myself had I known that I will be broken this way.

All I asked was for a name, but he gave me a handshake. I never asked for him to reciprocate his feelings, but to be slapped with the reality of his words was something I thought I could take, but I couldn’t. Mark doesn’t like me. He sees a sister in me. That was why he was protecting me; that was why he kissed me in the forehead. It was all platonic. I just led myself to believe that there might be something deeper than that. But there’s none.

I feel sicker than the severe cough, colds and body pain I feel right now. When will I recover?

September 8, 2010

Charlene said that I might be the most stupid person she ever knew. It was so hard to move on but I still cling onto those small conversations with Mark. We are currently friends, not the same as when they talked every day, but he would still spark a conversation with me, smiles whenever our paths cross, waves his hand and greets from afar, and acknowledges my existence as Shine. His Shine. But what can I do? I promised him friendship even though he dumped me (in front of that jealous girl from his year). I just want to spend some more time with him before he graduates and transfer to a university, which is half a year away. I’m content with this. I hope.

December 29, 2012

This must be a late gift but nevertheless a gift, a surprise I never expected. A mini get-together happened today and of course I expected him to come. It was the club’s reunion and Irene, the club president back then, wanted to gather everyone from our batch and theirs for a dinner party. I went with Charlene, half-hoping Mark would not be there. Charlene was also hoping that her ex, Alex, wouldn’t be there too. But our hopes crashed when we saw them at the restaurant as we arrived. They smiled at us like we were those sophomore students greeting the senior students years before. Were they smiling at us because of that, or because we’re far from the sophomore students they knew back then? I think it was the latter. Because Charlene decided to be a bit more sophisticated with our look for the night, we donned ourselves in dresses, heels and smoky eye make ups and ultimately it caught their attention. Men, as always.

He was different. Mark was. His face matured a lot, perhaps university life drained him, but he was still perpetual, his face still glistens from under the dim light of the restaurant. But his eyes were different. He looked different when he gazed at me, it looks like there was something going on with him but I do not know. I just simply basked on his stare, and his words.

It’s the first time he gave me a compliment, and my heart ignited when she said that I grew beautiful. I do not know if it was because of the can of beer he drank or the make up and perfume I wore, but I longed for it, the acknowledgement. Is he finally seeing me as a woman? I could only hope.

January 14, 2013

It’s Mark’s birthday last night. I was invited, together with some previous club members and his college friends, and who am I to decline? I went because I wanted it. I just did not know that we would be chugging on booze. Well, he did, they did. It was still a few months left before I could drink, but I do not want to be a killjoy. I took some shots, mostly when he asks me to. But I kept myself sane. Tipsy, maybe, but still sane.

We played a game, I forgot the title because I was too tipsy. But there was a bottle, a timer, and then I found myself locked in a room with him. He stared at me for a few seconds before he kissed me. He kissed me, not in the forehead but on my lips. Everything was a blur back then but before the door flew open again, I knew I teared away. For how long we kissed, I could not remember.

I can remember how it felt though. Ah. That was how it felt to kiss. How it felt to kiss someone like Mark.

April 18, 2013

It’s a whirlwind of emotions. I am not sure what to feel. It’s a roller coaster ride and I am sure I’ve been warned about this when I agreed to date Mark, but I wasn’t ready for all of these. Or maybe it’s just because being eighteen and legal is quite overwhelming. Or the pressure. Or the emotions was just too much. The attraction. Again, I am pulled onto him – the same puppy crush I had on him four years before, although it isn’t just a fickle crush I’m talking about now. It’s become so serious. I like him. I.. love him. I love Mark. I’d do anything for him. I’ve waited for four years, and now that I knew all those years weren’t waiting in vain after all, then I should do my best. Because I love him. And he loves me. I know he does. Why would he ask me to date if he doesn’t? Why would he agree on being my last dance on my debut party if he doesn’t? Why would he brag me to his friends as his girlfriend if he doesn’t? Why would he give me attention, hug me, kiss me if he doesn’t? He’s given more than anything I could ask for. And I will give him what I can. I will do everything for him.

He asked for it. And I gave it to him. Because I want Mark. And I want him to leave me a mark, just like the way he did when I first saw him.

June 15, 2013

I hate rumors. I hate how people try to destroy something wonderful because of jealousy. I hate how they pit people to break their trusts on each other. I hate Alex. If he was getting revenge on Charlene through me then I would not allow it. I will not believe in something that he says, especially about Mark. Especially since Alex is the epitome of a jerk who cheats on his girlfriend countless of times.

Mark loves me. He will never cheat on me.

July 7, 2013

Mark loves me. He will never cheat on me.

That girl is just his classmate at the university. Don’t mind her.

Mark is mine, he loves me. He cares for me. I’ve given him everything he wants, there’s no way he’d find another.

August 19, 2013

Mark gave me a large bouquet of roses. Held my hand. Embraced me tightly. Kissed me tenderly. Suddenly I felt guilty about the doubts that swirled on my thoughts for the past weeks. It’s our monthsary, he’s been busy preparing for this surprise celebration. I should have known! I know rumors are bad, they suck as much as Alex sucks in his life. I promise to never listen to him again. There’s only few men I can trust. Daddykins, Bitgaram oppa and Mark. Trust Mark. Trust your love for him. This is a mantra that I need to keep saying.

Mark loves me. He makes me feel beautiful. He makes me feel alive. He made me a woman.

September 21, 2013

Note to self: Stop playing pretend. It isn’t healthy to live in a world fabricated by your own naivety. This is over. There was nothing to start with. It wasn’t true. Mark never liked you. He only used you to tend to his bruised ego, because he knew you are head over heels for him. And he knew you very well. But now that he had more than enough from you, he left you. Because that’s how they are. You should have listened to your best friend. Charlene warned you a couple of times, and she and Alex was enough example. You should’ve learned from them. But you were stuck in an illusion that the prince you’ve been waiting for has finally noticed you and loved you and that you’ll live happily ever after as long as you gave him your love and your everything. You did, but what happened? Mark left you.

Shine, it’s time to leave him too. 5 years is enough for a first love, don’t you think?

#;herstory #hs;leaving a mark pt1 #now a little something about haebitna and her past romance #this has been sitting in my drafts for a while #settles on this while i try to write actual words for the next parts ;;#{ queue }

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averagemarvelbitch · 5 years

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Pride and Joy

Summary: AU where Tony Stark has a daughter, but then shit happens.

Future Stony / Somewhat AU

(Posting it again without AO3 link to test something)