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lokiandbuckysdoll · 7 months

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇

Summary: Loki Holds all the power in his hand when he wants you.

Pairing: Loki x Plus-sized! Reader

Word count: 844

Warnings: 18+!! SMUT!, IMPACT PLAY KINK! ( well my attempt at it lmao) Spanking, DOM! Loki. Use of a flogger. Language, unprotected sex.

A/N: My first kinktober fic. I hope you enjoy this. As always let me know if I missed tagging something!. Kinktober23 list

From the minute you walked into the room, he had his eyes on you, and as you drew nearer to him, they followed every step you took. His desire for you increased as a result of the intoxicating scent of your perfume. Loki looks down at the garment that hugs your body and contours flawlessly.

His eyes lock onto yours as you raise your head to meet them. "Darling, you look delectable tonight, I just want to ruin you." He pulls off your dress with a flick of his fingers. He was naked from the waist up and stood tall. He stretched his stance, a perfect arc of long limbs from his heavy boots leading to the top of his huge cock. Signature leather tights rested snug to his firmly formed hips. His hands traced the contours of your figure, feeling each line for signs of resistance. He couldn't locate any.

"Take me, my prince," you said as he placed his palms on the curve of your ass, which had been peeking out from his favorite panties on you. "Mhm, I think I just might have too," He said, as he became transfixed on your sallow eyes that were looking up at him.

When your palm was turned upward and cupped his rigid length through the cloth covering it, he tipped his head back and gasped in pleasure. He slowly backed away from you as his eyes tore through your body. He was aware of your previously existing wetness, slickness, and readiness for a full-on fuck.

A long flogger emerged within his right palm, which blazed. He wielded it like a weapon, the lashes enclosed in dark green leather and glinted in the firelight as it stretched towards you.

The rough leather caressed your face, delicately tapping you once. His eyes glinted as he slid the tool between your breasts, assessing your obedience. "Turn around, my dear, hands down…ass up." His rich voice, filled with sensual need, shot a rush through you, leaving you wet and longing for his touch.

As he pulled his rapid attack through to completion, the flogger hurt vibrantly on the delicate flesh. As you prepared for the next wonderful stroke, you caught sight of the god's backhand out of the corner of your eye; Thwack

Each one pushed you farther into the bed. As he marked you again and again, his unrestrained hand found its way to the bottom of your back, cursing dirty insults that made you tighten. Your mind raced; Thwack

As he took his fill, you whimpered like a whore against the covers. He was lethargic. Purposeful. loving each flawlessly timed measure of his dominance's theatrics.

You wanted to be satisfied with the blistering heat inside you more than anything, for his magnificent cock to comfort you from within and out; Thwack

"Only a couple of more, my Love…you're performing so well," he said softly as he reached down to kiss your backside. He moved his long fingers along your curves and reached your yearning cunt, his name spilled from your lips, increasing to the origin of pleasure which he knew so well.

You felt like you were floating on air, engulfed in the pleasure and agony of his every touch. As he took his hand away from you, the angle altered dramatically. As he unfastened his pants and gripped both of his hands onto your hipbones, the flogger slipped to the floor. His breath caressed your face as he pressed his chest against your back. "Give in to me now, my little slut," he hissed as he slipped his cock into you from behind. "Come around your master's cock, envelope me in your devotion…" His voice got raspy as you gasped, finally feeling him inside of you.

Loki's speed quickened with each thrust, and he lifted his palm and placed a harsh slap on your redden ass as his sperm spurted into your urgently keening cunt as you longed for the pressure his pelvic thrusts offered. "Fuck.. Yes right there, darling!" he thrust one last time, and you fell over the edge with a strangled shout of your prince's name. You both dropped onto the bed, exhausted. As he wrapped you in his arms and kissed you tenderly, his moist hair fell into your eyes.

"Darling, this was phenomenal…" he breathed as you kissed him on the neck. His chest vibrated with heavy breaths, and the salt of his sweat that accumulated on his muscles clung to your lips as you kissed him again. "We certainly must do this again."

"I agree," you giggled, the comforting afterglow of your climax calming the stinging feeling on your lower body. "It felt amazing, but my ass is sore now" He chuckled darkly as he twisted over you, trapping you to the bed as his hair fell to your face and your waiting lips.

"I know a different thing that might be able to ease your mind of the soreness" He declared lustily over you, as he began to kiss his way down your abdomen.

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somewhere-in-wales · 2 months

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What if, in this moment, Aziraphale & Crowley found themselves unexpectedly transported to our world?

And then met these two idiots?

And they all had to work together to get Aziraphale & Crowley back?

I wrote a fic about it (When Worlds Collide). Here are some nice things people wrote underneath its chapters:

"I can't tell you how much I'm in love with this fic. Like I want to marry it, right now! The amounts of times I literally shrieked with laughter reading this. I had to stop to wipe my eyes, I am dying"

"In love w this actually. the SHENANIGANS!!!! this was a joy to read"

"this fic is eating me alive. an immediate cult classic. if i had your permission and any ability to execute this at all, i would bind this fic in leather and carry it with me all my days like a spiritual nomad with their dearest tome. You Are Taking Me There."

"JFJDJDJDJFJFKDUSHCMCKCD I NEED TO GO TO BED BUT THIS FIC IS SO GOOD"

"Oh, Chapter 4 is my favorite so far. And that's saying a lot, because every time I read a new one I think 'there's no way this can be topped...it's too good, too funny, too fresh a take on these characters"

You can find it on AO3 here When World's Collide, there's an exert below, and if you're feeling generous enough to do a little signal boost re-blog, I will love you forever.

"Terribly sorry, but I wonder if I might help settle this business about whether we are who we say we are?"

Michael and David exchange glances.

"I doubt it" says Michael, reaching around the door frame for his water bottle whilst stepping out of the bathroom to take a swig. Aziraphale sweeps his hand in an arc as Michael puts the bottle to his lips, glugging. He immediately coughs and spits red wine forcefully across the room.

“Holy shit!” Exclaims David, jumping backwards to avoid being splashed.

"What the Hell was that for?" Michael splutters angrily, wiping his mouth, eyes moving between Aziraphale and Crowley

"Did you swap that out when I was filming?" he asks, irritably, looking around at the mess. "You've completely ruined the costume."

"I do hate to see it ruined," Aziraphale worries, glancing at Crowley who mock pouts. "No harm done to the furnishings at least" he says, as the stains miraculously disappear. He turns to Crowley again, appealing.

"Yes, fine" responds the Demon, getting up dramatically. He eyes Michael, who's still agitated, and feels like someone is looking into his soul. The gaze of an actual Demon, not just his acting partner, is enough to stifle any remaining irritation. With his eyes fixed on Michael, Crowley lifts his hand to click his fingers, and removes the stains from the actor's costume completely. Michael looks wordlessly at where the stain was, and raises his gaze appealingly to David.

"It's not... they can't... this is ...." he tails off, walking over to the table and sitting down.

Crowley sweeps his eyes over David's features "he's Aziraphale?" he asks, a depth of skepticism to his tone, "this guy?"

"Yes", says David "he's lovely really" Aziraphale side-eyes David before flitting his gaze to Crowley.

"And you're me?" Crowley asks slowly, with equal depth.

"Y...yes" says David with rather less confidence. Even underneath the dark glasses, he can tell the Demon is searching his eyes. "I might just take the contacts out" he says, to no one in particular, and ducks back into the bathroom.

"They'll need our costumes back. Where are you two going to sleep tonight?" Michael asks.

"Oh I don't sleep" Aziraphale shakes his head as though he's been offered an unappealing appetiser.

"I do"

"We'll get you a hotel room" says Michael. Aziraphale and Crowley exchange glances and Michael resists the urge to settle their discomfort by saying they'll get two. This situation is ridiculous, but he'll be damned if he isn't going to have a little fun with it.

"Thank you" Aziraphale offers, politely.

The door to the bathroom opens and David comes out, eyes back to normal. Crowley looks him over, flicking his eyes to Aziraphale, gauging the Angel's reaction. Aziraphale stares at David's face, breathing slowly, mind retracing memories long gone, but never forgotten.

"We better go then" Crowley huffs.

"Not dressed like that" David gestures to Aziraphale, who looks down at his clothes fondly, smoothing down his jacket.

"I have standards, you know?" He says.

"He's not wrong" Crowley agrees.

Michael, who had been watching Aziraphale's reactions thoughtfully, taking mental notes, speaks up "if we go in pairs and break up leaving, it's possible that no one will notice two David and Michael's leaving."

David looks uncertain.

"Unless you have a better idea?" Michael asks, "One, single, better idea?" Crowley and Aziraphale both flick their heads to look at Michael in recognition.

"No, let's do that" David relents. "I'm going to change." He steps back into the bathroom.

"Me too" says Michael, heading for the door "I'll be back in 5 minutes."

A few minutes later, Michael returns in the outfit he arrived in that day, to the general disdain of Aziraphale.

"Do you still think we should come to an arrangement?" Asks Crowley, smiling at this turn of events.

"I can't wear that" Aziraphale gestures to Michael's clothes, completely failing to hide his disgust at the suggestion he should wear such an outfit.

"What's wrong with this?" Michael asks. He's wearing jeans and a shirt, nothing worthy of such disdain. His question is ignored.

"You have to, Angel" Crowley teases, just as the bathroom door opens and David enters in a bright purple jumper. Crowley looks at him, then back at Aziraphale, a panicked expression briefly flicks across his features. The Angel raises his eyebrows and puts his hands on his hips in a look that communicates 'your move'.

"Oh Hell no, that's not happening" the Demon states. Clicking his fingers, he changes Michael and Aziraphale into sharp suits, David and himself into slightly-less-tight-than-usual black jeans and a slim black shirt. "Take it or leave it" he says, glancing briefly at Aziraphale, who's eyes soften, and lips form a slight smile in thanks whilst he smooths down the well-fitting suit.

"Yes, much better" The Angel sighs.

"For you, maybe, I'd never turn up to work in this" Michael fiddles uncomfortably with the collar.

"You should dear, you look ...nice" Aziraphale says, moving over to Michael to smooth his collar. Michael frowns at the Angel, noting the back-handed compliment.

"The hotel's not far," says David. "I'll call for a car. I'll take Aziraphale." Aziraphale and Crowley exchange glances in silent resignation. "We should wait at least 10 minutes before you call for yours" he raises his eyebrows, a quick glance at Crowley. He reckons he has the easier job.

"So, I'll be pretending to be..." Aziraphale gestures to Michael.

"Michael" Michael looks unconvinced by this.

"Yes, I know, I just wondered if there's anything I should know about you?"

"Probably best if you just don't talk" Michael glances between Aziraphale and Crowley. But Aziraphale looks very uncomfortable at this suggestion.

"He's an actor" David tries to offer something that will help.

"Yes" Aziraphale responds in a tone that shows his patience is wearing thin.

"He lives in Wales" David tries again.

"Oh," Aziraphale smiles, a look of relief forming on his features "Oh lovely, I do love the Welsh Coast" he beams, looking at each of the other trailer occupants. "Yes, yes I think I can handle this" he nods, confidently, adjusting his cuffs.

David smiles back, broadly.

Michael and Crowley are less confident, their eyes meet with a knowing expression of concern.

Continued here

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rayassecretlife · 1 year

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One last dance

Pairing: Aged up!Neteyam Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

THIS IS PART 3 TO TEACH ME. PLEASE READ PART 1 AND PART 2 BEFORE READING THIS.

Summary: it’s been a month since your fight with Neteyam, and he is to become Olo’Eyktan in only a few days. You thought you could handle him being with another woman, but it becomes clear to you that was just not true.

Warning(s): Mature language, kissing, Alcohol, slight!mature themes, mentions of blood

“Y/N, that’s too tight!” Tuk whines as you braid her hair, trying her hardest to pull away from you without her mother noticing. You shush her, rubbing the spot on her head as you loosened the braid, a sigh of relief leaving her mouth. “That’s better”

“So dramatic, TukTuk” You laugh, ears flickering at the footsteps that approached you both. You look up to the woman, watching her smile. “Her hair is so long and pretty. Gets it from her mom, huh?” You were expecting a response, but when the mothers careful hand laid on yours, your eyes strained. Something was wrong.

“I need to talk to you. It is about Neteyam” Your ears fall at her soft words, and she gently taps Tuk to leave the two of you alone. She quickly scurries out of the empty cave, her braids only being half done. “The ceremony is in two days, Y/N. You two-“

“There‘s nothing to talk about” you speak up causing her to sigh, placing another hand over yours on your lap. “He is marrying a princess. She is a much better choice then me” That was not true. Sure, the girl Jake had assigned him to was a princess of another clan, but you were the only girl Neteyam loved. Every day he spent with the girl was just another day away from you.

“Even if he is not courting you, he needs you there, Y/N” She looks at you with a soft expression, her free hand brushing your hair from your face. “You are his best friend and he could really use you right now” she tries to explain, trying her hardest not to let the conversation fall. You knew she was right, but you also knew if you saw him then you’d fall ten times harder then before.

“That is what his mate is for-“

“They are not mates. Sweet child, why must you make everything so hard?” You let out a small laugh as she rubs your back. It was clear now more then ever that she wanted you with her son and not some princess. The whole sully family loved you dearly, and all bet on you and Neteyam’s future. “The celebration tonight, I have something for you to wear” She stands to her feet, pulling you up with her.

You follow her through the cave till she reached a chest, a huge smile on her face as she pulled it out and held it to you. “Neytiri… oh my god” You take the white clothing set, admiring its beautiful jewels on the chest piece. “This is beautiful” the white cloth was obviously a milky white, slightly see through on some parts. The loincloth was a normal white one with jewels and little chains that fell onto your thigh. It had a beautiful white cape that ran behind you, connecting to the chains on your chest piece.

The chest piece was your favorite part. It was a beautiful all chained and bejeweled top, the jewels that covered your chest making a snowflake shape. “I know you are not talking, but it would mean so much if you were there, Y/N” You sigh as she walks closer to you, pushing a small piece of your hair behind your ear. “If you will let me, I would love to do your hair, too”

Hours later, you still sat with Neytiri and Tuk inside their cave while Neytiri did your hair. You admit, at first you were hesitant but she truly was your second mother, and if she wanted to do this for you then you were going to let her. Things between you and Neteyam weren’t great, but the love you have for his family is unmatched.

“Okay! Done!” Neytiri exclaims, helping you to stand to your feet. The white loincloth set hugged your body perfectly, and it’s cape made it all the more beautiful. “Tuk, how does she look?” You turn slowly, and Tuk’s eyes widen with a loud gasp, squealing as she clapped her hands.

“Like a princess!” She giggles, running to you with her arms open for a hug. “I wanna look like you when I’m older, Y/N” her words make you pout, picking her up so she could sit on your hip. She played with your goddess braids, and Neytiri couldn’t help but smile watching you two.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N” She fixes your hair, and the sound of the deep voice behind her made all three of you turn your heads.

“Tuk! Your friends are looking for…” He trails off, stopping at the sight in front of him. “Y/N…Babygirl, you look so beautiful” You smile so hard your cheeks hurt, letting him take your hand so you could step down. He pulls you into a firm hug and you let out a sigh, his hands rubbing your back gently.

“Thank you, Jake” For some reason, today had been so emotional. Jake and Neytiri, the people you’d call your second mother and father, were clear with the looks they gave you. They knew they would lose you after tonight, they would lose you in their lives as much as you were before. You were no longer their little girl who they’d yell at everytime you and neteyam would run in and out of the cave, or the girl who would come over every Friday night for dinner.

You’d have to go on with your own life now, without your best friend by your side. Neytiri hated it, she wanted you to be with her son and so did everyone else but they couldn’t beg you to stay. They could never hold you back and they knew that.

“Neteyam is one unlucky boy” The voice laughs from behind Jake and you look around him, a small smile forming on your face at the face walking toward you. “This is not goodbye, okay?” She pulls you into a hug and you can only sigh, falling into her embrace.

“I love you guys so much, I just want Neteyam to be happy” Jake and Neytiri look at each other once those words left your mouth, and Kiri just rubbed your back to sooth you. It was so clear they all mourned you in the way they had lost a loved one, knowing Neteyam would never be happy without the comfort of you with him. You couldn’t even imagine the amount of talks Jake had to have with his oldest son just to get him to meet the princess. “I have to go before he gets here, Kir”

The walk out of the cave was the most gut wrenching, sick, and heartbreaking feeling you could have ever imagined. Of course you’d see them still, but it would be so different. There was no more you and neteyam once he was mated, and there was nothing you could do about that. He was to mate before eywa after tonight’s celebration.

The night went on like any other one for you, another day mostly by your self unless you were with your parents or one of the sully’s. “You look so beautiful tonight, Y/N” One of the healers greeted you with a smile, handing you a drink they had just poured. Even while the singers voices echoed through the caves, your mind still felt quiet, and you found yourself back in your cave to distance yourself for when Neteyam was to show. The princess he was assigned to was beautiful, much more fit to be Tsahìk then you. She grew up training, and she had that elegant, classy vibe to her character that the people needed.

She would be perfect for the clan.

“Tonight, we take our time in celebrating the success of my oldest grandchild, Neteyam and his beautiful future Tsahìk!” You heard the cheers outside, and Neteyam’s accent was soon to come forward as you walked toward the doorway to your cave. You could see everything and everyone, but your eyes were only on him. His hair was freshly braided, and his freckles were glowing within the midnight sky. The girl next to him was linked by hands to him, a smile on her face as she watched him like he was the only boy on pandora.

Your heart ached horribly but you kept a smile, convincing yourself for only a second you were happy for him. Your truth never set you free, only trapping you within your mind even worse then before. You hated the way she looked at him, and how her hands touched his body like he was hers. You remember braiding his hair every once in awhile, having to stop multiple times because he was so tender headed. Did she braid his hair? Stop it, Y/N. You shake your thoughts and blink a few times, lifting your hand to tip the cup against your mouth, letting the dangerous liquid run along your tongue.

“Never knew you were a drinker” Your ears flicker at the voice and you turn your head quickly, the boy putting his hands up softly with a small laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. It’s Y/N, right?” The boy leans against the wall, not daring to step closer to you—the girl that was so well known for her bow skills. “My name is Ahi. You probably don’t remember me, but we were in the same training group a year ago? You were my partner” You nod your head and your face softens slowly, back leaning against the wall once you were comfortable.

“Ahi, I remember. The boy who tamed his Ikran on the first try” He nodded his head with a chuckle, a smile tugging at his lips. “How are you? You’ve grown since last year” He shrugs, walking towards you hesitantly making sure you had been comfortable. “Calm down. There’s no bows here” You tease and set your cup on the surface in front of you, turning to face the boy.

“I’ve been good. Officially a hunter now, a warrior sometimes if needed” You smile at his response, matching his already existing one. “You look beautiful tonight, Y/N” a nervous laugh leaves your lips as you lower your head, hiding your heated cheeks from his eyes which he definitely caught. “I guess I was wondering if… maybe you’d wanna dance?” Your eyes relocate to his, and your eyebrows are now raised. Dance? No boy has ever asked you to dance with them except for Neteyam. Maybe it was because they all knew you were Neteyam’s.

You smile at his held out hand, bringing yours to meet his. “Of cour-“

“Y/N? Are you in…” Really! Every time. You quickly remove your hand from Ahi’s as the boys eyes fall between you, his eyes returning to you with a slight glare. “I need to talk to you” You try to retaliate but the youngest sully boy is already pulling you across the room, turning your body so Ahi wouldn’t see you speak. “What are you doing! You said you’d be there for Neteyam today and your in here hiding?” He whispers, scolding your actions.

“Neteyam isn’t my responsibility-“

“Well he’s been asking about you all night so the least you could do is show up, Y/N. Tonight’s already hard enough for him-“

“And that’s my fault?” The brother sighs, rubbing his temples with the shake of his head. You put your hand to him, cutting off his next set of words that were going to leave his mouth. “You want me out there? Fine. I’ll go” Your heals turn and you walk to the Ahi with a smile, grabbing his hand.

“Y/N-“

“Yes, I’d love a dance” the sully boy watches desperately as you pull Ahi to the people, Your hips moved to the sound echoing around you, Ahi’s hands pulling you closer as you made eye contact. “See? Your a good dancer” He remarks and you shake your head with a laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I know I’ve never really spoke to you that much, but I’m glad I did tonight” Your cheeks flush and you suddenly forget where you are, trying your hardest to take your mind off the fact Neteyam had his arms wrapped around another girl somewhere around here.

But then he saw you.

Neteyam couldn’t help but watch you dance with the boy, his eyes traveling down your body along with watching his hands against your waist. His body was fuming, even with his supposed mate in front of him, he couldn’t watch you be touched by someone else—especially when you looked as good as you did tonight.

Neteyam wanted to see you, but he sure did see you now. You looked so beautiful, your long hair swaying along with your hips while the white cape cloth trailed behind your body. That boy was far too touchy for his liking, and it made his skin get hot. “Neteyam, my mate, you are distracted” The princess’s voice pulls him back into reality, eyes setting back on hers instead of you. He only puts on a small smile, shaking his head at her words. The two’s foreheads slowly lay against one another’s, and Neteyam finds himself questioning why he was even here. What point was there to be Olo’Eyktan if you weren’t his Tsahìk? It didn’t feel right, he didn’t feel right. “It’s crazy, in only a few hours we will be officially mated”

“Yeah…” His voice is barely above a whisper, and now your eyes fall on him, heart tearing in two at the sight before you. They were so close… one lift of a head and they’d be kissing. You didn’t have time to focus on that before Ahi turned your face back to him, and you couldn’t help but feel this anger in your body that mixed so confusingly with sadness.

“Your so beautiful, Y/N” He whispers, finger hooked under your chin to lift it towards him. You felt the water fill your eyes slowly as you lean up, memories flooding your mind while you shut your eyes. Neteyam’s eyes were back on you now, and it was like the princess didn’t exist, her voice completely blocked from his mind and ears as he watched you slowly break his heart over again.

Your lips brushed the boys and a shaky breath leaves your mouth, hesitation stopping your while your tears burned the inside of your eyes. “I…” The boy notices your whimpering voice and lays a hand on your cheek, cupping your face.

“It hurts, Teyam” You cry, fingers digging into his arm as he carried you into one of the healers tents. Your cut was gushing down his body, running all the way to the ground.

“I know, I know” he shushes you, laying you back on the table before going to grab the things he needed to clean you off. Your cries only grew louder, even with your hand clasped over your mouth. “Hold on to me, okay Strong girl?” He leans closer to you so you can grab onto him, his eyes still strained on what he was doing to your leg. You knew what was coming, and that’s exactly why you sank your teeth into your finger to suffocate your screams. “There you go, almost done” his free hand holds your face, thumb rubbing your cheek bone to sooth you.

“N-no, wait!” You whimper, nails sinking into his arm. His ears fell at your tears and he held the rag against your cut, lifting your chin so you’d look at him. “It hurts, Nete. I can’t-“

“You can. Just look at me, okay?” You nod your head, letting him thumb away your tears while you kept your eyes on his. “Y/N” You look at him but his lips don’t move, your name repeating louder and louder around you but it wasn’t him calling it.

“Y/N, are you okay?” The voice becomes clear once you blink, and the boys voice brings you back into the sad reality you lived. You realized your tears had fallen down your cheeks now, and with one look over, your eyes met Neteyam’s. It wasn’t real? No. You needed that to be real. “Hey-“

“I can’t do this. I… I’m sorry” Neteyam doesn’t miss how your tears rushed down your cheeks, his hands releasing Raja as he watched you run away from the boy and through everyone else.

“I’ll be right back, Raja” He quickly tells the princess, ignoring her voice as he quickly made his way around the people. He followed your every move until you were away from the people, but just as you were about to enter the woods, his fingers wrapped around your wrist. “Y/N, Hold on” Your head turned at his soft accent, and he was now able to see the tears against your cheeks much better now, releasing your wrist from his grasp. “Are you o-“

“Just go back to your party, okay? I’m fine, just tired that’s all” You fake a smile to try and put on the act but he’s not even listening as his hand moves up to cup your face, thumb wiping your tears clean from your cheeks. “Neteyam, please don’t-“

“Now, we will officially celebrate the new Olo’Eyktan and Tsahìk to be! Please, my grandson and his beautiful soon to be mate, make your way up!” His ears fall at the sound of his grandmothers voice, and before he could say anything else, you leaned up to him, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

“Go be with your mate” You sniffle, giving him a small close mouthed smile before you turn on your feet, ignoring his calls for you as you ran into the woods away from the crowds. He couldn’t move. His body seemed like it was frozen, almost forgetting about his duty to his people at the sight of you, but he didn’t care. His mate wasn’t out there, she was right here—and he wanted so badly just to follow you into the dark woods.

So he did.

Your legs fell weak once you reached the tree of souls, laying a hand on its bark. The purple lights were enough to enhance the sight of your many tears you shed on your way there, the woodsprites lowering towards you. “Eywa, please just take these memories away from me. I can’t even talk to someone!” You wipe your eyes, fingertips gliding against it’s fibers.

Your mind was still a little hazy from the drinks you had, and your back leaned against the tree, body lowering till you sat on the ground. Hot tears still stung your eyes, and your lips were practically quivering as your pull your knees to your chest, head lowering to encase against your body. “I know it’s my fault, I’m just so tired of going in circles” You could feel the the woodsprites land on you, which only made your tears flow more. Was this were you were meant to be?

The small sounds of scrunching against the ground made you gasp, head lifting from your lap to look for the source of the noise. It wasn’t hard to find of course, seeing as he was already kneeling down to you.

“I thought I told you to go back to your party” You let out a laugh through your tears that was clearly fake, wiping your eyes. His gaze soften and he shakes his head, searching your eyes for some sort of answer you couldn’t give. “You followed me” The realization made more tears fill your eyes and he only nods, laying his hand against the side of your head.

“Always” That same shaking breath escaped your throat again, this time a small whimper coming with it while you let your body fall into his grasp, arms wrapping around his neck almost instantly once his touched your body. “It’s okay, I’m sorry” His hand is lost in your hair, holding your head against him as his other hand rubbed your back. His heart was beating fast once again just at the contact between you two, but this wasn’t the time. “Please don’t cry, Syulang”

“I’m so sorry, Neteyam. I wanted to be there, I really did I just-“

“Hey, hey” He soothes, pulling away to cup your face in his hands. He wanted to kiss you—to make your tears go away, but you were clearly begging him to hold you, just to make sure this was real. “Don’t worry about that, okay? I don’t give a shit about that party anyway” Thumbing away your tears, he leans his forehead against yours and sighs, your shaky breathing filling the silence between you. “Y/N, listen”

“I’m so sorry for ruining our friendship. I never wanted to hurt you or even put you in that position, I just—my body—I couldn’t stay away from you” His admitting words make your spine shiver, your hands finding their way to his face. “I still love you, Y/N. I told you before and I’m telling you now—that won’t go away”

“I just…I feel selfish, Neteyam. I tried so hard to reject you before but when I saw you with her I couldn’t-“ Before you could finish your rambling sentence, he lifted your chin a small bit to connect your lips gently, slightly hesitant that you’d pull away. There it was. That tingling feeling your body did when he was around, and your heart practically started beating outside your chest. You could taste the salt of your tears that fell against your lips, his hand moving up to brush your hair from your face after he pulled away.

“You are not selfish. I get why you didn’t want to pursue me… I probably wouldn’t either-“

“Neteyam” You shush, hands cupping his large face. “Sure, courting the future Olo’Eyktan is scary, but that is not why I denied you” His eyebrows slightly knit together as you sigh, letting go of his face. “Look at me. I’m not a leader, barely even a warrior. I can’t lead a clan, Tey. I can’t love you because I can’t be what you need. I can’t give you what Raja could” Your words stung your chest like a thousand bees, but it was all the truth. You loved Neteyam, no matter how much you tried to deny it, but you just weren’t good enough.

“You think I want to be with Raja? You think I want someone picture perfect for the clan who acts as if they can’t live once in awhile? Y/N, I fell in love with who you are. I fell in love with your mind, your personality, your aura, everything” He holds your face firmly, making sure your eyes stayed directly on his. “You are the only girl who is right for me. The only girl who can give me what I need” His fingertips stroke through your hair, his own eyes now glossed with tears.

“Nete” You smile through your tears, allowing him to gently pull you off him while he stood to his feet, holding his hand out to help you up. You hesitantly take it, standing in front of him while he holds your hands in his own, your head tilted back to look directly to his eyes. “Are you sure-“

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life” He steps closer, cupping one side of your face again. You watched as a tear slipped from his eye, rolling down his cheek while he let out a small chuckle, closing his eyes as your fingertips touched his face to wipe the liquid. “Even if we don’t end up together, at least give me one last dance”

Your eyes soften and you nod your head, watching him open his to you with hesitation. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and his hands almost instantly find your waist, holding you with care but so much fear this would be the last time, leaning his head down to lay his forehead against your own. You could still hear the music from the celebration, very faint but definitely there to the point you could match the movements of its song, body relaxing against your best friends.

Not a word was shared between the two of you while you danced, just embracing each other for the possibly last time. You had tears still running hot down your cheeks and so did he, his arms shaking around your waist to pull you close against his chest. He didn’t know what to think, he just knew he needed to hold you for as long as he could and right now that meant holding back from the heat that filled his body.

Your body was on fire against his, and your cheeks became hot at his contact, nails gently scratching against the back of his neck before letting your fingers get lost in his braids. Your cursed yourself, knowing there was no way you could leave tonight without him by your side. You were terrified to say the least, but you needed him. You needed him and he so clearly needed you. You sigh, removing your head from between his neck to pull your eyes to his own. “I love you, Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. I’m sorry it took me so long to admit it” His ears perked at your words and his pupils grew big at your smile, taking your chin between his fingers to pull your lips to his.

The kiss was much more passionate then before, his arms pulling you closer even though you were at the limit, and your arms wrapping around his neck to hold him against you. A small gasp left your lips as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You wanted to speak but couldn’t, the heat between both of you becoming unbearable as the kiss deepened.

“Y/N, if we don’t stop I-“ He pulls away from your lips breathless, his nose bumping your own while your hot breath mixed together as you ran your thumb across his bottom lip. You already knew what he was going to say, but you didn’t care. Your body didn’t care anymore.

“I know, I know. I love you, Nete” You breath, thumb pressing his lip as you lay your forehead against his. “Please just don’t stop”

Um hi guys… been awhile🫠. So a lot of people said just fluff and some said fluff and smut so I’m making another part to this where it will have smut! I wanted to give you guys the choice of reading fluff without having to cross with Smut. Please enjoy this while I get to work on the smut! Thank you all for being so patient with me and supporting my writings 💙.

Please keep in mind I will be tagging everyone who asked for a part 3, has been following this mini series or asked to be tagged!

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James corden and harry and yn pleeeeeeeaasee

The Final Late Late Show

A/N: how are you lovies?! its been a minute since I've posted but i just HAD to write about this as soon as I saw it! 💚

SUMMARY: For the final Late Late Show, YN and Harry are two of the three final guests. Here are some snippets from the final episode! (2.5k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn, married!ynrry, famous!reader

SINCE 2010 masterlist

“Joining us also, he’s the biggest superstar in the world. He’s a three-time Grammy winner. He’s your friend, he’s my friend. Harry Styles is here tonight!”

Harry’s dimple smile appears from the small window on the door. “Hi, mate! Man, terrible timing with this door thing, eh?...Cause it’s yeh last show.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” James dramatically sighs in frustration.

“I mean what are the chances, you know? Absolute disaster,” Harry humorously rolls his eyes with a smile. “...cause it’s yeh last show.”

“Yeah, I’m well aware that it’s my last show, Harry, thank you very much! I don’t need anybody to tell me that. Nobody knows that more than me. This is a disaster!”

“James! James!” YN steps in next to her husband and peaks through the tiny window through the door.

“YN! Oh, thank God!” The talk show host sighs in relief. “Also joining us tonight is the multi-talented mega star of the century. She’s another dear friend of mine and married to this guy right here. Everybody give it up for YN YLN-Styles!”

She gives a small wave before turning her attention back to the host. “Don't worry, James. V’got everything under control,” YN says with a confident nods of her head.

“Oh, that’s great to hear. So you’ve called security to get the doors unlocked then?”

“Umm...no.” Fans can see Harry’s lips tucked in frown, shaking his head along to his wife’s words. “But I’ve got this fire extinguisher that m’gonna use to bash in the window.”

The audience members yell and cheer excitedly as they see YN hold up the red object and ask everyone to stand back. But before she can take a swing, the voice on the intercom lets them know that the door issue has been resolved.

...

“Everyone, please give it up for the one and only, Mrs. YN YLN-Styles!”

When the curtains zip open, YN has her back to the crowd. She comically looks over her shoulder and playfully acts surprised at the screaming crowd. As she walks down the stairs, everyone is able to see her full outfit for the night. Her white skirt and top combo hug her curves in just the right places but her (and Harry’s) favorite part has to be the white stain roses that hold the slide slit of her dress in place.

She smiles and gives high fives to the audience members as she passes them by. When she gets to James’s parents in the audience, she gives them kisses on both of their cheeks. And once she’s reached the stage, she happily takes her husband’s outreached hand as he helps her up the short steps.

When the third guest of the night makes his way onto the stage, Harry puts a hand on YN’s back and shuffles them over to the corner at what’s to come. They watch as Will takes swing after swing at James’s desk with a sledgehammer, destroying it into pieces. While Harry’s face expresses one of remorse over the obliterated scene, YN puts a fist over her smile as she laughs.

...

“Then you and your former bandmate turned wife—” James presents the couple sitting next to each other on the couch with a grand hand swing of his hands as he looks out to the screaming audience. “—came on the show a few years ago as a band. Then again when Harry hosted for the first time where you, YN, were one of the featured guests for that night. And you guys even played a game of Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts.”

With the mention of the atrocious food game, James mentions how Will Ferrell loves the game so much that he specifically requested for them to play it one more time. Each guest is given their own cards with their questions on them and an obscene food concoction to eat if they do not want to answer their question.

Soon after, YN claps along with everyone else but her jaw is on the floor at the hefty scoop and bite Will takes from his nasty food arrangement despite not having to do so.

“Yeh really enjoyed that didn’t yeh?” She teases.

“It’s like Thanksgiving,” Will responds around a mouth full of bug trifles. “Alright, your turn YN.”

“Okay, mine says...” She says as she slowly gets the card out. Harry leans over to her to get a peek at the question and immediately lets out a chuckle, trying to cover it up with a cough to his fist but fails. “Uh oh. When and where did you and Harry have your first kiss together?”

The crowd goes into a frantic frenzy at the possibility of getting official confirmation of the heavily researched and hypothesized answer. She wiggles her brows in a playful manner towards her husband and it only makes him laugh harder.

She contemplates on revealing the answer, it is the last show after all...but where’s the fun in that?

“Umm...” She hides her smile behind the purple card before shrugging her shoulders. “Guess m’taking a bite out of a grasshopper.”

“I’ll do one with you,” Will generously offers, already reaching for one of the little bugs in the small bowl. They clink their grasshoppers together before plopping them past their lips. While Will happily reaches for seconds, YN puts on a strained, pained smile as she chews.

“Mmm, yummy,” She sarcastically says, making James let out one of his high-pitched laughs. She gladly takes the mug from Harry’s giving hands to rinse her mouth of the odd taste.

When Harry reads his question asking if there will be a One Direction reunion, the crowd erupts in screams once again. The couple gives each other a humorous look, absolutely eating up the way the audience goes crazy at the mention of their band.

“I think if there was a time where we all felt that that was something we wanted to do—” Harry’s interrupted by Will mocking the crowd awing and cooing at the mention of their old band. It has the two former band members giggling before he continues. “Then I don’t see why we wouldn’t.”

“YN, this question kind of goes to you as well,” James offers.

“Yeah, I mean. I totally agree with everything he said. We’re definitely not opposed to it. If it happens, it happens.”

“I’ll take that as a yes!” James exclaims. “I mean, we already have a permanent, mini reunion with the two of you being married.”

“Wait, you guys are married?” Will dramatically questions with faux confusion that makes everyone in the room laugh.

“Wait, wait, can we please get a close up of this really quick,” James frantically moves his hands as the couple holds up their hands to show their wedding rings. It’s in this moment that fans realize that the two of them aren’t wearing any of their regular set of rings across their fingers, solely the ones that signify their promise to love one another forevermore.

...

“Who’s more talented? Will Farrell, YN YLN-Styles or Harry Styles?”

There’s no forethought or second guessing with the couple’s response to immediately vouch for Will.

“Sustainable talent,” Harry points out with a sweep of his hand.

“There’s literally nothing this man can’t do,” YN compliments.

The couple breaks out in bright smiles when Will begins to sing a solemn version of As It Was. But what has YN turning into a fit of giggles, her head leaning back as she hovers her hands over her mouth is when the famous comedian begins to sing 34+35 with a strong vibrato.

It’s then Will’s turn to let out a string of giddy chuckles when James then asks the married couple to do an impression of the comedic actor.

“Ladies first,” Harry quickly says with a tap on his wife’s hand.

“Hmm...Oh okay, ‘ve out it.” YN comically clears her throat and readjusts herself on the couch. “Yeh ready for this? I’m singing. I’m in a store and I’m singing. I’m in a store, and I’m singing!”

Will doubles over in laughter, applauding along with everyone else at her spot-on impression. As The Roots plays a snippet of celebration music, YN stands from her seat and takes a grand bow.

“Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you, YN,” Will turns his attention to the pop star next to him. When she gives an encouraging nod of her head, he continues with a professionally acted sense of genuine curiosity, “What exactly does 34+35 mean?”

While everyone else in the room breaks out into laughter, YN lifts her gaze to the ceiling as she contemplates how to explain the sexual song. She tries to hide her smile by tucking in her lips but it's really hard to keep it professional when there’s an iconic actor asking that type of question. Even Harry has his face in his hands, his shoulder bouncing as he laughs.

She clears her throat as she adjusts her skirt and places her clasped hands over her crossed legs. She goes to open her mouth to answer but instead leans over to whisper the answer in the actor’s ear with a cupped hand instead.

“So it’s not about solving a math problem?!” Will dramatically exclaims.

“Harry, what’s your impression of Will?” YN says through a laugh, playfully attempting to change the subject.

Without saying a word, Harry gets up from his seat, grabs the sledgehammer, and smashes what’s left of James’s desk. YN puts her fingers in the corner of her mouth and blows a loud whistle at the sight before them as everyone else applauds with a mixture of cheering.

When it’s time for James to answer his question, he says, “So, we’ve known each other for quite some time, haven’t we? I would even go as far as to consider you both as family.” The married couple nods their heads in agreement. “But A, I watch Elf every year on Christmas. And B, I didn’t get an invitation to your wedding so,” James gives a shrug of his shoulders as the audience goes crazy.

...

In between a commercial break, fans and crew members record the interactions happening on the main stage. While James goes over to talk with Will, everybody else focuses on the married couple.

A cheeky sound technician plays Late Night Talking as background music. They watch as the two of them mouth along to the words and cheekily dance in their seats as they get lost in their own little world.

The fans watch them with hearts in their eyes. On some parts of the song, the couple will do the same little dance moves together, speculating that they do this behind closed doors as well: rolling their arms like they’re going to hit the woah, hands up and slicing the air in front of them as they move their upper bodies, and dramatically swiveling their heads to the funky beat—every move has them end up laughing quietly to one another.

It reminds the OG fans of how the two would be on their third world tour with the band. They’re easily reminded of when the two of them would sit next to each other on the raised platforms on the humongous catwalk and get distracted from singing. They would lean into each other, talking in one another’s ears, and squeeze their eyes shut as laughter overtook them. Almost a decade later and the two still act like a couple of love-sick teenagers.

There’s even a part during the chorus where Harry gets up from his seat to move his hips with a swing of his elbow; YN does the same movements but from her sitting down position.

When the couple turns their attention to the cheering crowd, Harry points to his wife and mouths, “She produced the song!”

...

“And to add onto that,” YN places a hand on Harry’s arm after he complimented James. “I think I can speak for both of us in that we’re so grateful to have met yeh. You’ve been such a great friend to the both of us and I’m just super excited for what’s ahead of yeh.”

James pulls the both of them into a group hug from their spots on the couch and the audience laughs when Will scoots up to join the hug as well. YN can’t hold back the laugh that tumbles past her lips as the comedian reaches over her and her husband to pat James on the back.

When Will begins his mini speech to compliment the host on his hard work in the late night talk show industry, in the process he calls England a “shithole of a country.” While everyone knows he means it in a playful way and while the comment has James laughing, the married couple raise their eyebrows, purse their lips, and nod their head as they take the diss.

And while Will tries to continue what he has to say, it's not long before Harry gets up from his seat and grabs the sledgehammer.

“Hold him down, lovie,” He tells his wife who's already playfully reaching her angry fingers toward Will.

...

The Late Late music provided by The Roots mixes with the ear-piercing screams from the audience as they watch what’s happening backstage. Harry’s already sat in the photobooth’s seat and gently tugs his wife into his lap. She wraps an arm around the tops of his shoulders as they get ready for their picture to be taken. She tilts her head to touch his as he fully wraps his arms around her middle.

Right before the countdown reaches its end, his fingers dig into the ticklish part in her side and she jolts up in a laugh. Just in time, the picture captures YN’s bright, open-mouthed smile, her eyes squeezed shut and her nose cutely scrunched up; her husband’s expression matches similarly to her own.

In the end, the picture ends up in the middle of three pictures on the collaged wall: one of the band during their last Late Late interview as a four piece. YN is sitting in the middle of the group with a sly smile on her face as her long haired band mate has a hand on her shoulder. On the other side, one of Harry’s solo shots of when he first came on the show as a solo artist, and beside that one is one of YN when she came on the show when Harry hosted. At the time, her hair was barely below her ears, her naturally curly hair looked like a cloud on her head. She has one eye squinted shut, her tongue peaking out from between her teeth as she holds up a peace sign.

Looking at the pictures in front of them, they reminisce on their shared history of being on this show. The Late Late studio has seen these two back when they were merely bandmates, secretly pining over one another with so many barriers in their way. It’s seen how they came back on the show as solo artists a few years later. It was a perfectly timed occasion for the both of them as they hid their secret relationship away from the public eye with a live audience and cameras in their faces.

And now, as the last guests on the show, the studio sees the pair happily married and more in love with one another than they’ve ever been before.

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truly-a-snitch · 6 months

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Hi! Hi! I just discovered your blog and I have a request. So can I request Ranpo, Sigma and Dazai with a s/o who is like really calm and reserved in public but when they're alone together you can't separate them. Like a clingy, touchy, overprotective s/o who is reserved in public or at work. BUT if anyone hurts their partner they will go to war!! THEN afterwards come home and cuddle with them.

🍬 - Idk if you do the emoji things but I'm signing off with this one.

(You can just ignore this if you want, NO PRESSURE)

this is actually so cute. me and who

this sorta turned into just ways they show affection sorry i got carried away. jn my defense i love these three

warnings: none !! this is fluff but only sort of partially answers the prompt oopsies

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Ranpo, Sigma, and Dazai with a reserved but affectionate S/O

Ranpo

ranpo is very affectionate no matter where you go so you two could not be more different in that regard

like. at home ? hes never not in your lap. shopping ? your arms Will be linked together (so he doesnt lose you, in his own words). at work ? he sidles up next to you and slings his legs over yours while he begrudgingly does his paperwork

he doesnt mind that youre more reserved when it comes to pda !! he knows how to tone it down when he gets to be too much

he just has a lot of love to give ok :-(

ranpo is 100% the type to just like. after a long day he will very dramatically splay himself across your lap and be like "ughhh im dying of boredom..... blehhhhh........."

his favorite activity is laying on top of you and demanding that you entertain him (any means possible) (especially reading to him)

he BITES !! leaves hickies on accident sometimes (he says hes sorry but like. is he really) and he encourages you to bite him right back fr. hes so silly i love him

admittedly he is a little upset he cant be as affectionate w you in public but he loves u enough that its ok and he makes up for it by not letting go of you from the moment you get home to the moment you go to bed

has fallen asleep in your lap before. also has fallen asleep on top of you on the couch before. haha good luck getting up you cant youd disturb him

congrats on the cat boyfriend btw

Sigma

silly... as somebody who runs a casino (yes he still runs the casino in my head. canon can get bent) he is very very busy, so he understands that there simply may not be time or energy to dedicate to him during working hours

affection shared between him is often that tired sort if only because after a full day the last thing he wants is something high energy

seeing as he spent a lot of time around fyodor, public physical contact of any kind is probably still a taboo hes deconstructing, so hes very much grateful that you arent really big on pda yourself (if only because he doesnt feel ready for all that at this point in time)

he likes to just lay against you, or hold your hand while he does his paperwork :3

big on forehead kisses. he loves them okay. the inherent tenderness of it makes him forget how to speak for a little bit he gets So flustered its actually the cutest thing ever

sigmas also a big big fan of massages (he runs on energy drinks, stress, and pure unfettered anxiety okay. i bet his muscles are Stiff)

and if you give him coffee...? doesnt matter if u made it or not. you are Getting Kissed

sleeping next to each other,, sleepy kissing,,, naps together,,,, top tier

sigma likes to just sit on the couch and watch tv with you. lay on him right now do it. diy weighted blanket

he treats you with fancy schmancy meals from the casino kitchens. you guys get to have date night where its just you watching tv and eating good food and drinking wine (hes a white wine guy you cant tell me otherwise)

Dazai

dazai isnt super affectionate in public, hes sorta similar to you in that regard, but he still has to be touching you almost all the time

HES SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT TOO his love language is annoying you so he will find the most inconvenient ways to Just Barely Touch You so that you have to talk to him and tell him to stop

getting home tho you get to literally watch the mask melt away. you sit down on the couch and he immediately just relaxes into you, he is ALL over u

(pspsps play with his hair. and like gently run ur nails over his scalp a lil bit. he gets so so sleepy when you do that)

dazai is so NEEDY w affection but he knows how to act like he doesnt want/need it in front of other ppl

if ur in private and ur not actively giving him attention. he will stare at u for a bit before practically tackling you. bro sprawls

hes not like AGAINST pda btw i forgot to touch on that its just that he prefers to be more private with his genuine romantic endeavors :3 like hell annoy you on purpose in public but behind closed doors hes a softie fr

dazai also bites as a love language like ranpo does but dazai is always careful not to accidentally bite too hard (ranpo may not give a fuck but dazai certainly does)

he rly likes laying on top of you. fair tbh laying on ur s/o is better than therapy

anyway overall hes very much like. purposely annoying or embarrassing in public but hes much more romantic behind closed doors

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 6 months

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Addiction

Part One: A Chance Encounter

Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol and being drunk

A/N: Ok, so not smut, but its coming, we have to set the scene first 😉

You felt your phone buzz in your hand, the screen illuminating your face in the dark dining room as you looked through your text messages. You rested your back against the bar located in the corner of the room.

Darien: Wish you were here. London is boring without you

You: That’s impossible. You’re literally in my favorite city right now

Darien: I’ve been in my hotel ever since work ended. My team went out to the pubs without me

You: You should really be going out with them

Darien: Always thought my first time in London would be with you. Love you

You: I-

You were stopped from responding by a glass of liquor being shoved in your face. You looked up to see Sierra in front of you, double fisting two glasses of what you suspected to be a rum and coke, your choice of drink for these industry events. You were among the Hollywood elite tonight in a New York City restaurant, celebrating some actor, whose name you couldn’t bother to remembers, fifth trendy and over-priced alcohol launch. You were far from a celebrity, but often made the guest list of these events on behalf of your boss. Working as the assistant for the VP of publicity at Atlantic Records admittedly had very few perks, one of them being able to rub elbows at parties with the latest TV heartthrob or whoever managed to be at the top of the Billboard 100 chart that week.

Did you sound a little jaded? Sure, but you were also borderline tipsy.

“Was that Darien?”, she asked, looking around the room as she took a small sip from her glass. “Ooh, Bad Bunny. That’s five.” Sierra bounced on her tippy toes as you narrowed your eyes to get a better look across the dark room. The two of you had spent the last hour trying to identify as many celebrities as you could. You were losing, having accidentally mistaken Kevin Jonas for Joe Jonas. You tried to argue that it was an easy mistake, given that they were brothers, but Sierra was unwilling to give you a pass.

“I don’t think that’s Bad Bunny, and yes. He just got done with his meetings for the day. He decided to stay in the hotel for the rest of the night I guess.” You took a big swig of your drink. You way past the part of the night where you were still feeling the effects of alcohol. “All of his colleagues went out to some bars.” You slipped your phone back into your clutch, tucking the bag underneath your arm again. You’d respond to him when you got home later.

“Dull Darien”, Sierra slurred her words as she giggled out the nickname she had given your boyfriend when you started dating over three years ago. You caught her just as she stumbled over her heels, making a mental note to watch how many drinks she had.

Sierra had been your best friend since essentially birth. Your moms were best friends, and you grew up two houses down from one another. When you were kids you were attached at the hip, and not much had changed over the years, as she became your plus one to all of these events. She knew you better than you knew yourself, and she was never shy about how she felt about your boyfriends. There had been Jerky Jacob, your high school boyfriend, Bossy Brian, a guy you had dated right out of college who Sierra was convinced was a narcissist, and finally Two-Timing Trey, who had earned the name for obvious reasons.

“Enough with the nickname, S.” You warned with a dramatic roll of your eyes, knowing she had no intention on stopping. “He’s not dull, he’s just-“ you were having a difficult time finding a word that wouldn’t edge her on. “He’s boring. Just say it. Not an exciting bone in his body.” You opened your mouth to object, but quickly closed it. Truthfully you had no defense. Darien was boring, and that was putting it nicely. The first time you met him, you definitely didn’t feel the usual butterflies of excitement, but you were just getting out of your relationship with Trey, and you weren’t looking for thrill or adventure, you were looking for safety, and if Darien was anything, he was safe.

“I’m just saying, you’re hot as fuck, you could probably have any guy you wanted. Hell, you could probably walk up to any of these celebs and go home with them.” You scoffed, tipping your glass up to get the last drop of top shelf rum. The dress you were wearing was borrowed from one of your stylists friends, a sequin cocktail dress from 16Arlington with a rather large peekaboo cutout at the front that showed off your cleavage. “Did you ever think that maybe I don’t want some random celeb. Maybe I like my dull boyfriend.” Your words sent Sierra into a fit of giggles, partially from her inebriation and partially because she knew you were lying through your teeth. “Please don’t pretend like if Drake came up to you right now, you wouldn’t jump at the chance to leave with him.”

“Damn, my money was gonna be on Brad Pitt. He seems like more your type.” You turned on your heels to see a tall figure, his chestnut curls hitting right at his eyebrows, a frame to his gorgeous blue eyes, the rest of his hair cut into a mullet. You immediately noticed his handsome smile as you studied his face. You had learned early on in your career how to identify which guys were someone and which ones were wannabes in this industry. He was tall enough to be an athlete, but too lanky. He still had life in his eyes, something that a lot of actors lost when they realized they were selling their soul for a recurring role on a CW drama. That left someone in the music industry. You recognized him, his face was hung up in the halls of Atlantic Records, but the name escaped you.

“He’s a little bit out of my age range. I prefer my actors to still have a will to live.” Your joke earned you a chuckle from the-, the mullet suggested alternative band, but the cocky stance and southern drawl to his accent made you think rapper- the rapper. “Well, tell me-“, he paused to allow you to fill the silence with your name. “Y/N, and this is Sierra.” You gestured at your friend who was having trouble standing up straight, her hand gripping the bar to steady herself.

“Well, Y/N, Brad Pits loss is my gain.” His words were suggestive, no doubt, but he spoke with such a confidence, you weren’t sure if he was actually flirting with you, or if that’s just how he talked with everyone. “I’m Jack.” He extended his hand out to you, and you cautiously accepted, quickly breaking apart.

“I know where I know you from. You’re Jack Harlow! I love your song”, she snapped her fingers carelessly, hoping it would jog her memory, “Business Class.” She punctuated her words with a hiccup.

“Close enough.” He chuckled, his gaze never leaving your face. He was trying his hardest not to look down at your body, even though he thought you looked fucking gorgeous. “I thought I recognized you from somewhere.” Jack’s eyebrows perked up when you spoke. “I see your face every day on my way to work.” You could tell you lost him when his face fell. “Sorry, I should probably explain. I work for Jason.” You could see the dots quickly connecting in his mind. “Oh, fuck yeah, I love Jason. He’s keeps me out of trouble.”

You felt your phone vibrate against your side. You were inclined to ignore it until you felt it pulse a few more times. “Sorry, I have to get this.” You just missed Jack’s look of disappointment as you looked down at your phone.

Darien: Couple of pictures of the view from my hotel. Wish you were here.

You scrolled through the photos, all different, slightly out of focus angles of the Thames. Leave it to Darien to also take the most boring pictures.

“Must be really important.” Your head shot back up at Jack, who was now resting his elbows atop the bar. “Oh, it’s nothing.” You shook your head as your phone slipped back into your bag. “Just a family member.” You weren’t sure why you lied in the moment. Jack didn’t know you, and besides the initial flirting, he wasn’t trying to make a pass at you. At least as far as you could tell; you were just starting to sober up.

“Let’s ask Jack.” Sierra was now standing in the middle of the two of you, leaning a little too close to Jack for comfort. He backed up as he smelled the vodka on her breath. “Jack, Y/N is dating this guy right now, and I think he’s just the most boring person on the planet.” Jack looked at you with a smirk on his face as you tried to hide your embarrassment, feeling the heat creep up your neck. Jack was hotter than any guy you had previously dated and was already more exciting than your current boyfriend just in five minutes of conversation.

“I mean, the only thing he likes talking about is Game of Thrones and his Lego collection.” Sierra continued, ignoring your pokes to her side to get her to shut up.

“He sounds like a fucking nerd.” Jack uttered under his breath, but you heard him loud and clear. Sierra did as well, frantically nodding her head. “He totally is.” She lowered her head, most likely thinking that was going to help her whisper, but her next words were loud above the blaring music. “Plus, she told me the sex is terrible. Like he barely lasts for more than a couple minutes.” You caught the look of smugness on Jack’s face as he listened to how unsatisfying your current sex life was.

“Okay, I think that’s enough. Time for you to go home.” You yanked at Sierra’s arm, causing her to fall into Jack. He caught her just in time, helping to hold her up. You roughly grabbed her phone out of her hand, pulling up the Uber app. “Fuck”, you cursed under your breath, seeing that the closest Uber was about 30 minutes away and surge pricing had gone into effect.

“Hey, I’ve got a car waiting that you guys are more than welcome to use to get back to your place.” Jack could tell you were more than done with the night, and he hoped his gesture would smooth out your less than successful meet cute. “Are you sure, we really can wait for an Uber.” As if she had timed it, Sierra’s knees buckled, Jack catching her under her arms. “I’m sure.

****

You rubbed your hands up and down your arms, crossing them over your chest as you left the venue. It was colder now than when you arrived, and you were wishing you had that coat that was laying on your bed back at your apartment. Jack followed behind you, Sierra’s arm draped over his shoulders for support. You quickly located the black SUV waiting at the curb, and opened the door, watching as Jack helped Sierra into the back of the vehicle, immediately slumping over to lay across the seats.

“Thanks, Jack, I really appreciate you letting us borrow your car. How are you gonna get back?” You looked at your feet as you asked the question, resisting the urge to look up at his face; his eyes were even brighter underneath the streetlights.

“I’m actually staying right there.” He pointed across the street to a tall metropolitan style building, the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. He stuck his hands into the front pocket of his trouser pants, his shoulders pinned to his ears as he tried to stay warm as well. “The car was just in case I wanted to head to another party, but the hotel bed sounds a lot more appealing right now.” There was that tone again, so suggestive, as if he was inviting you to his hotel room as well. “Have a good night, Y/N. Hope I see you again.” He extended his hand out, his nails perfectly manicured, and you found yourself wondering what his hands would feel like exploring your body. You let that thought ruminate in your head for a second before coming back to reality. You grabbed his hand, returning the gesture, the two of you lingering on the sidewalk. “Goodnight.”

Jack watched as you climbed into the vehicle next to Sierra, before jogging across the street to his hotel.

“He seemed like a nice guy”, Sierra remarked as she rested her head against your shoulder, closing her eyes, “and he was hot as fuck.” She let out a hum of amusement as she started to drift off to sleep.

“Yeah, such a nice guy.” You flipped the room key around in your hand that Jack had planted there. You grazed your thumb over the engraved letters, “The Waldorf Astoria Hotel, Room 1423”, emblazoned in gold lettering on the plastic card.

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writingforstraykids · 7 months

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He sounds like an asshole

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

Word Count: 1290

Summary: Chan has trouble sleeping and searches for comfort in you as you're reading one of your favorite books once again.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, cuddles, mention of sleeping pills

A/N: I hope you like it😊~Moon🌙

You adjust the blanket covering your feet and glance out of the window as another thunder ripples through the air. The rain hammers against the window and paints its patterns down the glass. Your eyes follow a few drops before you pull yourself back to reality and check the time on your phone. Your boyfriend got home two hours ago, saying something about going to take a nap. Chan looked exhausted, and you know it's because of his busy schedule and clear lack of sleep over those past two weeks. Sometimes, you worry about him when he comes home like that, all pale and whiny, unable to keep his eyes open. You sigh softly and turn the page of your book, continuing to read. Only a few minutes later, you hear him opening the door to your shared bedroom and walking toward you. "You slept alright, love?" you ask, not looking up yet. Chan doesn't answer and stops in front of the sofa. You frown and slowly raise your eyes. The sleeves of his sweater cover his hands almost fully, and once you meet his eyes, your heart sinks. His own are full of tears, some making their way down his cheeks, and his full lips tremble as he exhales sharply. "Hey, what's wrong?" you ask worriedly and put your book aside, pulling your blanket back and patting the spot between your legs.

"I can't sleep," he presses out, clearly frustrated, and messily wipes his cheeks with the sleeve of his sweater. You gently take his hand and pull him toward you. He lets you and sits down between your legs, resting his head on your chest with a soft sniffle. "I'm so tired, Y/N, but I can't fucking sleep."

"Oh, Channie, angel," you say softly and wrap your arms around him, soothingly fondling his hair. "Did you take your pills?"

"Yes," he nods and curls up in your comforting hold. "They're not working."

"When did you take them?" you ask gently.

"Half an hour ago," he answers, and you hum softly.

"You know they need some time to work," you remind him lovingly.

"I don't have time," he groans. "I should be able to work tomorrow and finish everything. I also need to meet with Min and Felix to discuss the new dance and Hannie needs help with-."

"Chan," you stop him gently but firmly. "Maybe that's exactly the problem here. You worry too much about what needs to be done instead of letting yourself relax for a moment."

"So it's my fault now?" he asks, sulking, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"That's not what I meant," you sigh softly and rub his back. "Is there something that might help you relax and support the pills working their magic?"

Chan cuddles into you and sighs softly. "This helps a little," he says, and you chuckle. "Hey, I mean it," he pouts.

"You're adorable," you smile and plant a soft kiss on top of his head. He looks up at you and chases your lips, humming softly as you give him what he wants. You can taste his tears on his lips and cup his face, thumbs wiping his cheeks. "You know what my mum used to make me when I couldn't sleep?"

"Milk with honey?" he asks sweetly, and you gently bop his nose.

"How does that sound?" you ask, brushing back his loose curls.

"Lovely, but then you have to get up," he sighs and looks adorably helpless. "And I'll be alone."

You can't help but laugh at that. "Channie, come on," you protest, and he giggles softly, his beautiful dimples appearing. You cup his face and kiss his forehead. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay," he sighs dramatically with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You shake your head and get up, walking over to your kitchen space to prepare it for him. You watch him as he wraps your blanket around his shoulders and stares into the distance, trying to calm his thoughts. You're back with him only a little later, and he sits between your legs, leaning back against you as he sips his milk. You pick up your book again and rest your chin on his head, knowing it would help him feel like he didn't distract you.

Chan smiles softly and rests his hand on your knee, his thumb painting mindless patterns on it. Having you there with him distracts him from the fact that he can't sleep and gives him some much-needed peace. He starts reading along but soon gives up since he can't follow the plot without knowing the characters or any of the previous scenes. "He sounds like an asshole," he comments after a moment, making you giggle.

"You think so?" you ask, amused.

"You think so?" he echoes and turns a little to look at you. "You'd kick my ass if I talked to you like that."

"That's a little violent, but you might have a point," you snort.

"Of course I do," he snorts back and shakes his head. "I'd hate him."

"Well, thank God you're not the protagonist," you chuckle.

"Is she going to fall in love with him?" he asks disgusted.

"People can change," you remind him.

Chan grabs the book to look at the title and bites back a groan. "Again?"

"Yes, again," you chuckle. "Just like you perform the same stuff over and over again and don't get bored."

"That's something else every time, baby," he protests.

"Maybe this is too?" you laugh.

"I doubt that," he frowns and takes another sip of his milk.

"I've never read this while your insomnia kicked in, and you sat between my legs drinking milk with honey before, though," you think out loud, and he turns to look at you. You can see how ridiculous he thinks you are and have to laugh.

"You're so stupid sometimes, I love you," he giggles.

"I love you too," you smirk.

He huffs softly and sinks back against you, putting his empty mug aside. "Gosh, I really wanna sleep," he mutters softly.

You shift on the sofa with him, and he gets comfortable on top of you, his legs intertwined with yours. His head rests on your chest, and you gently run your fingers through his hair. "I could read to you, you'll find it so boring it'll make you fall asleep," you suggest, and he giggles.

"Fine, it's worth a try," he says, knowing that your angelic voice and not boredom will make him sleep if this would work.

You start reading out loud and subconsciously play with his hair as you do, enjoying the comforting warmth his body spends. "I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me, Cardan returns."

"Asshole," Chan comments convinced, and makes you laugh. He smiles softly and listens to your voice, which slowly pulls him in. Your steady heartbeat beneath him helps him calm down, and feeling you breathe beneath him makes him adjust his own. He closes his eyes, focusing on you only, and slowly notices the pills kicking in as they should. Combined with the soothing movement of your hand in his hair and your presence, he finally relaxes.

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You smile to yourself as he grows heavier on you and snuggles up close, almost leaning into your touch. You lean down and lovingly kiss his head. "Night, Channie love." He only manages to mumble something back drowsily, and you know the pills are working now. You continue reading loudly for another while until you're sure he's deep asleep and put the book aside. You smile softly at him clinging to you in his sleep and soothingly rub his back, allowing yourself to rest as well.

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astranva · 2 years

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Wired's Autocomplete Interview

Word Count: 1.8k

Category: Fluff

Warning: one swear word

Summary: After 3 years of being together, Harry and actress!YN are finally costars and do WIRED’s Autocomplete interview.

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Harry Styles & Y/N Y/L/N Answer the Web’s Most Searched Questions | Wired

“Hi, I’m Harry Styles,” Harry raised one hand up in a wave, a bashful smile on his face.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you smiled from your seat beside your boyfriend, “And this is Wired’s autocomplete interview.”

Upbeat music could be heard as the screen then shifted to show a grey background with a text written on it:

Autocomplete suggests the most common searches on the internet

The screen then moved to you and Harry again, showing a clip from the 10-minute video, “Don’t say it,” you said.

“Am I?” Harry asked.

“Oh, fuck off!” You waved him off, Harry erupting in laughter.

The screen changed again to its grey background, this time with another text:

So WIRED asked Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N some of the internet’s burning questions

Showing you and Harry again, you had the white foam board in your hands, looking down at it, “What is Y/N Y/L/N,” you read before peeling the white sticker, showing the rest of the sentence, “Like in real life?”

“Very annoying, I think,” Harry joked, answering quietly with a teasing smirk on his face as he looked at you.

“Ha, ha,” you rolled your eyes jokingly at him, “What am I like in real life?”

“You’re incredible,” he said before looking at the camera, “She’s a wonderful person.”

You smiled, “You’re quite nice, too, you know?”

“Yeah?” He beamed, chuckling as you giggled.

“What is Y/N Y/L/N’s diet?” You read, before looking at the camera, “It’s,” you paused, only staring at the camera for a second before looking back at the board, “Next question.”

Harry giggled, rubbing the tip of his nose as he did.

“What is Y/N Y/L/N’s favorite Harry Styles song?” You read, humming as you looked at him.

“Good question,” he teased.

You chuckled, staying quiet in thought, “There’s too many, I can’t pick,” you said, still looking at him.

“There has to be that one song that just-like, really gets to you.”

“I really don’t know,” you laughed, “I love them all so much. There’s a song for every mood.”

“That’s a good answer,” he said with a smile, “That was a good answer.”

“Was it?” You smiled, looking back at the board, “What is Y/N Y/L/N’s favorite director?” You read, “Um, I think-God, there’s a few,” you chuckled lightly, “Right on top of my list is Greta Gerwig. I trust Greta with my whole life to just-to always give us something so raw, and just-something so beautiful and heartfelt,” you answered, “I also really love David Fincher.”

“I was very excited for you when you were in Little Women with Greta,” Harry told you.

“I called you crying when I got the role,” you giggled before looking at the camera, bringing your thumb and pinky out and near your ear to signal a phone, “I got the role as Jo March, I got the role as Jo March,” you mimicked yourself, pretending to cry.

Harry giggled, “You were so excited. I was–I was very excited for you.”

“You were,” you smiled, your lips only widening when Harry wrapped his arm around your shoulder, giving you a squeeze.

The screen then cut to Harry holding a board of his own, lips pursed for a second before he read, “Is Harry Styles,” he began before peeling the sticker, “Famous?”

“Who?” You joked.

“I have no idea who that is,” Harry went along, giggling as he did so. “Is Harry Styles single?”

Harry feigned a confused expression, furrowing his eyebrows as he glanced from the camera to you, “Am I?”

“I don’t know, are you?” You asked him, stifling your smile.

He looked back at the camera, raising one finger, “I’m actually not.”

You gasped dramatically, “Sad news. Sad, sad news.”

“It’s actually happy news,” he said, looking at you, “I’m dating someone–you might know her actually,” he teased, “This tall,” he raised his hand, “Lovely smile, very successful. She’s an Acadamy Award winner actually.”

Despite your warm cheeks and shy smile, you shook your head at the camera, “No idea who that could be.”

“Is Harry Styles a good singer?” Harry read before looking at you with a small smile and a confused face, “Am I?”

“You just want me to answer your questions for you now,” you laughed, shaking your head, “Am I?” You mimicked him, “Are you?”

“Could I be?”

“Is it possible?”

“I guess we’ll never really know,” he shrugged with a smile.

“You got the worst person to answer questions,” you told the crew behind the camera, laughing along with them before looking at your boyfriend, “You’re an incredible singer.”

Teasingly, Harry giggled at you, “Am I?”

“Harry!” You squeezed his arm with a laugh.

The video then cut to Harry with his board again, “Is Harry Styles on a tour?” He read before nodding, “Yes, I am.”

“He’s been on tour for like 4 years,” you joked.

“4 more to go!” He exclaimed jokingly.

Reading the last question, Harry peeled the sticker off as he read, “Is Harry Styles British?”

“Don’t say it.”

“Am I?”

“Oh fuck off,” you waved him off, your curse word getting bleeped in the video as your boyfriend laughed.

The video then moved to Harry holding a new foam board, that time containing different formats.

“Is Y/N Y/L/N,” you read, leaning forward a little to peel the sticker from the board, “In a Marvel movie?” You read, looking at the camera, “I was, yeah. Just a few.”

“You were in Marvel for, like, 10 years,” Harry said quietly, looking at you.

“More than a few,” you sheepishly said.

“Like–Like all the way from The Avengers to No Way Home,” he said.

“You’ve done your homework,” you teased him with a giggle.

“I embarrassed myself on the internet for you, I think–I think I know your work well,” Harry laughed quietly.

“Aw stop it,” you sheepishly leaned onto him.

With a bling sound effect, Harry smiled at the camera.

“Is Y/N Y/L/N alive?” Harry read for you, “I mean–I think,” he looked at you, “I hope so.”

“Has anyone felt alive since 2019?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows, “I don’t know. I don’t know, beats me.”

“A lot to unpack here,” he joked.

“Next therapy session,” you laughed along with him, “Hey doc, when was the last time you felt alive?”

“2019? Same here,” Harry went along.

“How did Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Styles meet?” You read before letting an excited smile take over your face.

“The Graham Norton show,” Harry answered for you.

You nodded, “The Graham Norton show,” you repeated, “It was when I knew about this guy’s teenage crush,” you teased him, watching his cheeks grow a shade pinker.

“Alright, anyway, moving on.”

“What was that one tweet you tweeted back then?” You put your hand on his arm, “You tweeted me something.”

“Can’t remember,” with a shy, stifled smile, Harry replied quietly.

“Yes, you can!” You laughed, “Harry, come on, be a good sport.”

“I can’t remember. This is–This fake news. Rumors.”

“Something about eggs, wasn’t it?” And by the tiny groan he let out, you knew it was right, “It was,” you nodded, “You asked me how I liked my eggs in the morning.”

“She likes them scrambled,” Harry mumbled with a shy smile, “Next question!”

“How did Y/N Y/L/N get famous?” You read, “Um, I auditioned for so many things when I was younger and I remember my mom got a call one day, that was in 2005 I think, and they told her I got the role as Lulu Plummer in The Pacifier,” you said, “I think–I think I never really stopped auditioning for more projects after that then I got the role as Agent Keanna Cross in The Avengers and–I don’t know, it fell into place a little.”

“I loved you as Keanna,” Harry said, “And every character you’ve played, really.”

“That’s–That’s really sweet,” you smiled at him, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” with a smile that mirrored yours, Harry replied.

Finally, you had another board in your hands for Harry, reading the questions for him.

“What does Harry Styles smell like?” You read.

“What do I smell like?” Harry asked you, turning his head slightly and bringing his shoulder closer to his nose so he could sniff himself, “Smells like the lavender detergent we got,” he chuckled.

“Smells good, doesn’t it?” You asked him, watching as he nodded, “You smell like–I don’t know really, I think–I think you have a very unique smell. It’s not artificial, you know?”

Crossing one leg over the other, Harry intertwined his hands together on his knee, “Do explain.”

“Like I can’t say you smell like this or that perfume,” you began, “You have this distinct smell of a lot of things. Like you smell like that Tom Ford perfume you like, mixed with vanilla scented candle, and–and that cake I like to make sometimes. And I think–Oh, also, like jasmines. Those jasmines we have in the balcony,” you grinned.

Harry was blushing; lips spread in a smile, bunny teeth on full display with the dimple on his cheek as he listened to you describe his smell. He leaned onto you, moving his arm behind you to squeeze your hip, “Thank you,” he said, looking at you, “That was–That was a nice description.”

“Was it?” You smiled at him, only beaming when he hummed.

“What movie is Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N in?” You read.

“We’re in a movie called About Time,” Harry answered, “That will be out next month, on October 7th.”

“Mark your calendars,” you smiled.

“Mark your calendars,” Harry repeated, pointing at the camera.

“What is Harry Styles,” you peeled the sticker off, “Song Cinema about?”

Harry chuckled before sucking in a breath, putting one hand on his hip and the other on his thigh, “Umm,” he began, “It’s about cinema.”

“You’re such a poet,” you teased him.

“Right?” Harry laughed, “What is Cinema about then? It’s, um, it’s about whatever you want.”

“Like cinema,” you joked, “It can be about cinema, going to the movies.”

Harry nodded, playing along, “Getting popcorn.”

“Movie tickets, crushed popcorn, uncomfortable seats if you want,” you added, knowing that the song, in a nutshell, was about you.

“And that’s Cinema,” he said.

“What is Harry Styles famous for?”

To everyone’s surprise, especially the fans, Harry answered right away.

“I think for being your boyfriend, really.”

Your eyes widened, looking at the camera as you laughed.

The video then cut to both of you again, that time with neither of you holding any boards.

“I think we did well,” you said, nodding to yourself before looking at Harry.

“Yeh,” he nodded, “I think we did well, too. I think–I think my answers were better than yours.”

“Oh, oh,” your eyes widened, Harry laughing as he wrapped both arms around you. You looked at the camera, “Were you?” You mimicked him.

With the former upbeat music then playing, the screen changed to black, with Wired’s black and white logo in the middle, ending your video.

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magicxc · 2 months

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Pillow Talk

Pairings: Survey Corps x Black Reader - Things They Say In Bed

Word Count: 640

Warnings: just a tad bit of FUCKING

A/N: I’ve been directly inspired by the girlies and their idea of what these 2D men be saying in bed. I wanted to create my own version of that, but it turned out totally different than what I was going for; and for good reason too - cause this was so much fun!! Who had your favorite saying?

Eren - “a relationship should be 50/50. I give you my last name and you scream my first.”

You were praying to the high heavens that this wasnt your proposal. Knees touching your shoulders, Eren had the tendency to get lost in the sauce; uttering things he surely didn't mean, like the time he promised to bring you back the moon and the stars from outer space.

Levi - “when did you realise the y in ‘your girl’ is silent?”

Eyes brimmed over with tears and mascara running, Levi couldn't have found you prettier than in this very moment. It's something about the drool slathered across your chin and your messy hair that looked so raw, so authentically pleasing. His dick slid past your lips once more, your cheeks hallowed and tongue flat. The bright light of the flash signaled that he was indeed recording; sending the video straight to Kenny you assumed. But you couldn’t be bothered to care. This can either go terribly wrong or terribly right.

Erwin - “the baby factory is about to get its first employee.”

Hips tilted on pillows and legs wrapped around his waist, Erwin holds you like that for a little while longer trying his best to make sure that his seed takes. Small kisses get placed on your cheek, lips, and neck. Heavily sighing in content, it dawns on you that you could absolutely fall asleep like this.

Connie - “if hot women are going to lie, it should at least be on top of me.”

Lmfao he's so damn dramatic. All this because girls night went a little longer than expected. You’d promise Connie a movie together when you came home, but things took a little longer than expected and it was too late. All he had the energy for now was cuddles; unable to fall asleep unless half your body was draped over his.

Jean - “I've never kissed under the cameltoe or whatever it is that Santa said.”

On bended knee, Jean’s face stood eye to eye with your kitty cat. Mahogany legs on full display as you adorned his favorite black chemise set, he couldn't help but beg for a taste before you headed to bed for the night. You knew you’d be a bit of a tease wearing this to sleep, but the set was sexy and you really wanted the chance to enjoy your lingerie without having it ripped off of you. Just a taste though, you thought. It shouldn’t take more than ten minutes. But you knew better! Because although that's how it always started, that’s rarely where it ended.

Onyankopon - “the only thing another nigga can take from me is notes.”

His calloused palm pressed harder into your ass cheek, your face smushed deep into the pillows. The relentless driving of Ony’s hips into yours is another stark reminder that you were his and only his. This is surely the last time you’d ever dream of entertaining another man.

Reiner - “if you dont have my children can you still be my mommy?”

Mommy kink alert!! Who would've thought that Reiner had a mommy kink? Who would’ve thought that it’d turn you on? Either way, the driving of his fingers into your cunt just got drenched in your approval.

Armin - “we can watch the movie or make a movie.”

Is this not the meaning of Netflix and chill? Armin considers himself intelligent, but he couldnt have felt slower in this moment. Thankfully your endless cackling had put him to ease. However, his question did get you thinking.

Floch - “my ears are always sore because your absence is so loud.”

Wrapped tightly in his arms, Floch languidly thrusts into you; his lips touching the shell of your ear as he professes his love. While this had started out as a fling, suddenly he was becoming too much to resist.

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vivakitkt · 1 year

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I love you, why don't you love me?

Synopsis: You love Xiao. But how will it take for him to notice you? Then a chance to end your feelings for him. To relieve yourself from the pain. Do you take it?

Warnings: angst/ maybe comfort, !hanahaki reader, reader is implied as adepti(immortal, etc), not proofread

Author notes: So I wrote this at 11pm on new years eve yes i dont sleep but yea finally finished this :') first time writing a piece with a specific character in it. One of my longer pieces as well. Might write pt. 2 👀 Hope you enjoy it!!<3333

Part 1(this story is pt 1) Part 2 Part 3

Loving Xiao was hard

He was closed off, only becoming "close" to the few who he could feel as ease with. Although you tried your best, cooking his favorite dish, almond tofu, being nice to him, taking care of his injures even with his stern protests. But it never was supposed to be you was it.

You were waiting for him at Wangshu inn. Trembling from the frigid cold, clenching onto the thin blanket you were keeping around yourself from the breeze.

Dont want to catch a cold, you told yourself. Not to mention already that you were feeling a little sick in your throat, coughing up more frequently than usual.

It was getting pretty late, you wondered, where could he be?

His food would be getting cold soon and plus it wasn't like him to stay this late without sending you a message. You couldn't even feel his presence around the area.

Should you go and try to find him? Yea. Maybe you should. You know, just to make sure he was okay. As you quickly turned into a puff of smoke, leaving your previous spot into the sky. Soaring through the clouds, you finally spotted the green flash of his teleportation.

As you started to drift down onto solid ground, a few feet away from Xiao, you noticed another person with him.

Huh? Was that the traveler? What was Xiao doing with them? You questioned while staying behind a tree to hide yourself. Xiao was probably just helping them out! Of course he was, the travelers was a nice person anyways. Its not like Xiao had feelings for them or something. Right?

But why was he blushing like that? And smiling like that? You've never seen him like that before despite knowing him for centuries. Did he actually have feelings for the traveler?

I mean, of course who wouldn't? With their courageous personality, outgoing self, and impressive battles. And to top it off, they were good looking. Who wouldn't like the traveler?

It made no sense at all to hate them. You were just being dramatic. All of sudden you started to cough, hard. So you quickly took a step back and disappeared again into a cloud of smoke.

The very next day, you were feeling uneasy. Maybe it was because of the events that took place but also because of that cough that almost gave you away. So you decide to have some tea with Zhongli, to ask him some questions and to chat of course!

Heading over to Liyue Habor to meet with him, you couldn't help but notice the lack of flowers around the area. Although Liyue had beautiful mountains and incredible sunset views, there wasnt a lot of flowers around. A few in the habor but none except for the sweet flowers you saw. Maybe you should talk about it to Xiao or Zhongli.

Finally you arrived and quickly saw the ex-archon with the funeral director Hu Tao.

Ah y/n, what a pleasure, Zhongli spoke, what brings you here?

Oh is this a friend of yours Mr. Zhongli? Hu tao teased, I guess I'll see you later then! She waved goodbye, leaving you and Zhongli both alone

Shall we go for tea? You asked the calm man

As you two made it to a table, you set out the tea and poured some of the rich tea into the porcelain cups.

For you and Zhongli, it was easy for you two to start a conversation. After all you had been with him very early on since he started his archon days. Even being with him when he took Xiao in as his own. However, your peaceful conversation suddenly took a turn as you started to cough hard once again like last night. But this time blood and...flowers dropped out of your mouth.

Y/n! Zhongli shouted, Someone send a doctor! As you closed eyes from the unbearable pain.

You woke up in a bed as you started wrinkle the sheet and proped yourself up with your elbows. What happened? Huh? A sheet of paper writtern, hanahaki disease. As soon as you read that, a doctor entered the room along with Zhongli. The doctor then slowly told you of your disease. A disease where a person who feels unrequited love, will cough up flowers. The only two end results of this disease would either be that the other person returns the feeling or......death. One other possible cure was a surgical removal but the victim will forget the feelings held for their beloved.

Forget their feelings? So you would forget about Xiao. All of the years spent with him, the memories, and all of the small moments when he let his wall down. Would be gone at the expense of you living. Should you get the surgery to forget your feelings about him? Or love him till the day you die?

#xiao angst #xiao x reader #adeptus xiao #genshin angst #genshin x reader #angst no comfort #hanahaki #xiao imagines #genshin writing

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skyeblue8 · 5 months

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ᗯι𝜏ԋ Ɛʋҽɾყ Ɲҽցα𝜏ιʋҽട, ㆜ԋҽɾҽ 𝓐ɾҽ Sσ𝓶ҽ Ƥσടι𝜏ιʋҽട... ♚

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So, because I'm in a bit of a shitty mood due to a whole lot of work I have to do before my break, and I don't feel like piling onto the already large list of what's wrong with the Helluva Boss series - and also, because everyone liked the Beelzebub list, I decided to do a quick list of my top five favorite songs from Helluva Boss. Despite the questionable writing, characters, world-building, creator, etc, the songs are actually truly solid when they want to be, and for that, I'm willing to give praise.

𝟏.❞𝕂𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙❞ 𝐛𝐲, 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 & 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐦

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❥ Putting aside my general love for these girls, however brief their appearances were in the episode, this song was just incredible to me! The dancing was smooth, the beat was heavily reminiscent to Kpop, which I just love anyway, the visuals were stunning, in addition to their overall designs, and I'm honestly just sucker for fish-based characters since they have a whole siren aesthetic going on. Speaking of, many people find these twins to be reminiscent to The Dazzlings, from EQ Girls, and that's just the cherry on top for me! The full version truly makes this even better and, overall, I think the song was brilliant in establishing the whole rebranding of Mammon and how these two pose great threats to Fizz, much like those badass singer villains in Saturday morning shows. You know, the one's everyone ends up simping for at some point in their childhood. Anyway, because of the new episode, this song managed to shoot its way to the top of my faves, knocking down my original fave in the process!

𝟐. ❞𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣❜𝕤 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕝❞𝐁𝐲, 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛

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❥ This song walked, so "Cotton Candy" could trip and fall on the scalding hot pavement. Apologies if I sound dramatic, and you happen to like Cotton Candy, but the amount of disappointment I feel towards the fact that we didn't get this song is indescribable. Now of course, I understand WHY we couldn't (again, waste of time when someone could've just gotten Rochelle in the first place 😑) but I digress. Aside from the fact that a specific line in the song gives clear clarification of who the hell the flying fox is, it feels like the cool, degenerative (said affectionately) party girl song that I would've actually liked to hear.

❥ To me, it's reminiscent of "Cannibal" and "Die Young", and I feel like both themes generally tie into what we think of a Modern Beelzebub to be like. The beat, the shift in pace of the lyrics that brings out the fast party vibe, the fact that it felt like a real pop song that didn't take fifteen minutes to get through just to see the rest of the episode – all these are what made this song my former #1 favorite, now my #2. And the "non-binary specimen" line was a cool, quick inclusion to me.

𝟑. ❞𝕁𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀𝕫 ℂ𝕠𝕠𝕝❞ 𝐛𝐲, 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧

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❥ I know this is technically too small to be an actual full song, but I still loved it regardless. It was really cool in its short runtime for the following reasons: the Tom Hardy's vocals (idk what it is, but something about Australian accents that just sounds satisfying, especially when singing), the praising of the Twins, and the satisfaction of seeing Fizz squirm a bit. Apologies to any of you who like Fizz. I don't hate him per se, but rather, I'm just bitter that we're loosing out on other character development because of him and Ozzy. And, I prefered Robo Fizz who was an unrelenting asshole and not another UWU boy that, imo, there are one too many of in Hell.

❥ Anyway, it was cool seeing more visuals of the Greed Ring stage. And seeing the spider visuals that are associated with Mammon. I understand if some people thought it was kinda tacky, but I personally think it could work if assessed the right way. (Hint: I'll be explaining more about this in later Greed Ring Headcanons and/or Mammon Headcanons.)

𝟒. ❞𝕍𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕟❞ 𝐛𝐲, 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲

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❥ Admittedly, I was a bit iffy on whether or not I should include this considering my feelings on Verosika. I don't hate her by any means considering, you know, it's Blitzø, but she has nothing going on for her and her one note personality just feels unfair to her considering what she had to deal with. That being said, I realized that I'm judging based on musical appeal and not entirely on character, so I said "fuck it" and put this as #4.

❥ While notably slower and softer than the other songs, I enjoyed it after revisiting it. The pink aesthetic and visuals were just gorgeous to me.

❥ It's slow, playful, and it reminds me a lot of Doja Cat and her songs, and I really loved that. Above all else, it was soothing and nice, and I feel like it was wasted on the Spring Break episode though as, while the episode introduced it a bit more worldbuilding, it felt like a whole load of nothing considering it all happened in one place and that same worldbuilding went out the window almost immediately. Still love the song though. Honestly, if there was a musical battle between Verosika and the Twins, I'd struggle to pick a winner.

𝟓. ❞ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔸𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕦𝕤❞ 𝐛𝐲, 𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 & 𝐅𝐢𝐳𝐳

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❥ While my opinion of Asmodeus has wavered lately, his debut song was incredible! I loved the deep vocals and jazzy tunes used in the song, and I didn't completely mind the bits with Fizz in it given all that's happened. Above all else, I adored how they called out Stolas publically in the episode. Shame it couldn't stay that way. Seriously though, as sexy as the man's voice is his design just doesn't fit that. But, yeah, that's my opinion.

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Anyway, yeah, that was my list. Let me know what y'all think and whether or not you agree with my choices. If any, do you have a favorite song in Helluva Boss? Or a least favorite? Let me know. ✌🏾

#Youtube #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #helluva boss criticism #hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critique #helluva critical #helluva boss #hazbin hotel critique #vivziepop criticism #hazbin hotel #songs #Helluva Boss Ranking List #helluva boss glitz and glam #helluva boss verosika #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss fizz #helluva boss beelzebub #helluva boss mammon

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xxsabitoxx · 2 years

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Caught in the Rain

Tengen x wife reader

Warnings: voyeurism, cocky Tengen , public sex

Request: Okay a smuttie with female y/n and tengen being a sexy, cocky ass lol. Like maybe he comes home all wet from getting caught in the rain and he's all normal until he catches reader staring for a little to long

A/N: the first of many 5k special mini smuts!!! Or Smutties :) thank you for sending one!! I got caught up in the rain part and we’ll…I couldn’t help but make him cocky right off the bat 🫣

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Water pooled at his feet, Thunder boomed in the distance as

the rain only fell faster. “Looks like you didn’t make it home in time.” You stepped through the front door and on to the covered porch. Tengen was pulling his hair out of its ponytail to squeeze the water out. “Clearly… but I was hot after training so I took my time. A little water never hurt anyone.” You handed a towel to him, a noise of surprise leaving you when he waved it off.

“I think I’ll do what I did as a kid. I’ll take a rain shower.” A cheeky smile covered his face as he began undoing the buttons of his uniform. “A rain shower?” You tilted your head, watching him discard his top. You admired the tanned skin, damp from the rain before making eye contact again. “You never took a rain shower as a kid? It was my favorite thing to do in the summer.” You scrunch your nose, shaking your head. “Doesn’t seem like it cleans very much.”

“Oh it definitely doesn’t. It’s just fun.” You rolled your eyes as he tossed his belt to the floor of the porch. “You’re just a exhibitionist.” Tengen gasped, hand coming up to touch his chest. “I can’t believe you’d say that!” His tone was full of mock hurt, another eye roll followed on your part. “Go take your rain shower you big baby.” You walk to the porch’s edge, moving to sit on your knees and observe your dramatic husband.

“You just want to watch the show!” His pants were on the ground now, he was fully exposed to you albeit he was still flaccid. You wanted to change that. “I do, now go before the rain magically stops.” You smiled as he leapt off the porch, already making a scene for you. “You should join me!” He began running his hands along his body. “I’ll be just fine.” You laughed as he posed for you, hands rubbing along himself until you noticed something.

“I think your plan is backfiring.” You smiled as you noticed him begin to get aroused. “Can’t help it, I love when you watch me.” He stopped teasing you for a moment, moving to actually wash himself off instead of feel himself up. “I know you do.” You smiled, waiting till he turned away to undo the tie of your kimono. Laughter bubbled out of you as he smacked his own ass. When Tengen turned around again, your kimono was gone from the waist up, pooled in your lap. “Oh.”

“Oh? I’d expect more from you.” A devious looking grin spread across his face. “You thinking of joining me?” Thunder boomed a moment later making you jump out of your skin. “M-maybe not!” Somehow, Tengen’s laugh was louder than the thunder that had spooked you. “Come here, let me protect you.” You squealed as he made his way over. “You’re going to protect me by dragging me into it?!” He continued to laugh, water dripping off of him and landing on you as he moved the rest of your kimono to the side.

“Well, we can stay right here for a bit.” His eyes shamelessly roamed your exposed skin. “Perhaps I’ll make you forget about the scary thunder… before I drag you into it.” He was lowering into a crouch before you, smiling as two hands gripped your thighs. The roof overlapped just enough that you were both shielded from the rain. “Now open your thighs for me, pretty girl.” He licked his lips, a shiver passing through you as your legs parted for him.

Tengen pulled a yelp from you as his cool, wet hair pressed to your inner thighs. It was a stark contrast from the warmth of his tongue eagerly lapping at your folds. “Y-you waste no time.” You knew this was his goal from the start but you would have liked to see him put on a show for just a little longer. “Can’t waste a precious second with you.” He returned as quickly as he pulled away. He had no intentions of making this last, he desperately sought to feel you twitching and coming on his tounge.

A whine left your lips as the tension in your gut grew. Tengen’s fingers were already dipping into your entrance, all the while his tongue never slowed. You wanted to relish in the moment, there was no better sight than seeing your husband between your legs. “Tengen…” you choked out as he continued at a startling pace. It was quickly dawning on you on what he was trying to accomplish. He was going to fuck you stupid just to get you out in the rain. “What a sly man…” your laugh turned into a moan as two fingers sunk knuckle deep.

“Caught onto me, did you?” His chin was already slick with your arousal as he smiled up at you. “Perhaps… but I’m not telling you to stop.” The smile on his face turned into a smirk, not another word was spoken as Tengen’s lips suctioned to your clit again. It was only a matter of seconds before your first orgasm was washing over you. He’d never get tired of your sweet noises, especially when you sounded so oblivious to the world around you.

Thunder crashed for a second time and you had no idea. It seems Tengen’s plan was working perfectly. “Shall we continue?” He pulled away from your cunt, tongue darting out to lick his lips. You nodded lazily, not putting up a single fight as he pulled you into his arms. The cool rain hitting your skin is what snapped you back to reality just a bit. “Dammit.” You sighed as you realized you really did fall for Tengen’s plan.

“I’ll make it worth it, promise.” You nodded, holding on to him tightly to try and maintain your warmth. “You better.” Your words were muffled against his shoulder. “Don’t mind me.” His tone was light as he maneuvered you so your thighs encaged his waist. “Might be a little awkward at first…” he continued to narrate his actions to you, hands shifting to grasp your ass. You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. Hugging him tightly as the rain began to make you shiver.

It was a mix between cold and anticipation as the dull head of his cock brushed your entrance. Tengen was going to take you while standing up in the rain… or at least he was going to try. “I have full faith in you, Tengen.” That was all the encouragement he needed before positioning himself at your entrance. His arms lowered which resulted in you sinking down on his length. “Oh…” your nails dug into wet skin, Tengen’s groan vibrated your chest along with his own.

Tengen’s brows were furrowed in concentration. Thrusting into you with nothing to brace himself on was more challenging than he had anticipated. All he needed was a minute or so and he found a perfect rhythm. “H-how’s that?” It was also more of a workout than Tengen had anticipated. “G-good…” you choked as you cling to him for dear life, holding onto his shoulders was the only thing keeping you from sinking down fully on his cock.

You could feel Tengen twitching, your walls suctioning to him with each thrust. “Already close?” You panted against his ear, barely hearing Tengen’s labored breathing above your own. “Fuck… shut up.” His concentration was falling apart as he moved, he could only manage sloppy and sloppier thrusts with each passing moment. A loud boom of thunder scared you once again, your grip loosening enough that you accidentally bottomed out on his cock.

A high pitched squeal matched Tengen’s moan, his hips stuttering as he attempted to prolong his release until you reached your second. Your clit brushed his abdomen with every thrust, sending a jolt of electricity through your whole body. “Come for me… please…” he groaned out softly, not trusting himself to last much longer. “T-trying…” one arm left his neck, snaking down to try and rub sloppy circles on your clit.

You timed it the best you could with his sloppy pace, this time your orgasm felt like a dam about to burst. You cried out Tengen’s name over and over, chasing that feeling until it finally hit you. Warm liquid gushed out of you, your ears ringing so loudly you had barely heard Tengen’s gasp. Squirting on his cock seemed to do him in whether he wanted to or not. Tengen unloaded his release into your sloppy cunt, knees buckling as he sunk to the grass with you still in his arms.

“Fuck…” you panted, body feeling like jelly in his arms. “Okay… I see what you mean now… I don’t know how I’m getting us in the house.” The rain continued to pour, thunder booming as lightning zig zagged across the sky. “Tengen!” You flinched, shielding your face by burying it in his neck. “I know… do you wanna go another round? Might as well since we are stuck here.” Tengen’s laugh vibrated your body as you groaned into his neck. You’d never understand how you always let him get away with whatever he wanted.

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 5 months

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<<happy birthday to my beautiful beautiful man <3 / 1.3k words>>

just because it was kaeya's birthday didn't mean he got out of his duties. if it hadn't been for the hip tall force that was klee running into his legs when he walked into the knights headquarters, he wouldn't even have remembered.

kaeya hardly ever remembered his birthday on a good year, and this year was no different. waking up to go to work, deciding on skipping paperwork or taking a patrol, or playing a game of hooky to lounge on the walls of mondstadt for the familiar, cool breeze of the lake- that was kaeya's norm. days would blur together in his off and on game of life- so, only when the air turns cooler and breeze pricks his exposed chest does he realize the year is about to restart.

still, among those small earthly reminders, his birthday never springs to mind. it was only from those around him that bring the memory of the day of his birth to mind- although it's always a bittersweet moment of realization for him.

one good thing that came about his birthday is that even if he can't get out of work, it always seems to be easier. the paperwork lessens a bit. his patrols are longer and more peaceful routes than the usual hilicurl infested paths. his getaway path to the nearest wall where he always climbs up to the top was less guarded (suspicious since he swore he was always careful when he snuck out of his office). in fact- unless it was to come back and give him a quick congratulations for aging yet another year- folks would mostly leave him alone while he sat at his desk.

sure when he went out, the folks would flock him occasionally- since it seemed all of mondstadt kept better track of his birthday than him.

now, he sits behind his desk scribbling away with a pen that feels like its about to run out of ink. checking away on documents and making appropriate marks when needed and signing off in kind. the color of the sun was deep in a hue of orange kaeya loves- taking a moment to gaze out his window to the sinking sun below the walls of the city.

his pen drops gently to his desk while one of his elbows comes up to rest on the wooden top of it as his curled fingers rest under his chin to prop it up. he's tempted to open the window seeing the trees sway in the breeze he basks in.

his mind wandering was interruped by soft knocking on his office door. lifting his chin from his curled fist, he drops his arm so it joins the other to rest on any documentation yet to be finished. the knob twists down before he can even say 'come in' and a smile stretches his face since only a few people could do that without earning themselves a slight scolding.

"my, my," he chuckles when you pop your head in the small crack you make in his door. seeing your cheeky expression makes his own mimic it.

"you busy?" you ask and the tone of your voice seems excited. kaeya fully sets his pen away from his papers so no ink would smear out of it's tip before leaning comfortably back in his chair.

"never too much for you." your eye roll does nothing to diminish the smile on your face. sauntering into the room through the crack you made in the doorway, you push the door shut with your heel behind you with your hands hidden at your back. "hiding something i see."

"i might have a little something." shuffling up to his desk, you start to move your arms, but stop. "shut your eyes," you said.

"you're not going to put a handful of bugs on my desk i hope."

"of course i'm not. just do it."

rolling his eyes playfully with an over dramatic huff, kaeya folds his hands over his stomach, leans his head back, and shuts his eyes. silently humming to himself, he hears rustling in front of him before the smell of floral hits his nostrils. his face relaxing at one of his favorite scents.

"no peeking until i say so."

"i would never."

"yes you would," you tease back. you were right of course, but he'd never nod along with it if it would keep you cheeky. a soft clank of something hard sets itself on his desk and he almost feels impatient. "okay," you speak gently, "you can look now."

lifting his eyelids, the first thing kaeya sees in the ever-familiar ceiling he mourns to in boredom almost daily. then, he slowly tilts his head back down and his face softens at the delicate bouquet sitting among his documents and stationery. you had moved his papers around to set an elegant vase of cala lilies in front of him. unconsciously one of his hands comes up to caress one of the pale buds.

"i would've gotten you something else, but im really bad at gifts," you tell him embarrassingly. "but at least i know your favorite flower."

you would've been nervous from his silence, but from the look in his eyes you knew better. he was finding his words, figuring out how to say the words he knows individually but not sure how to string them together to show how appreciative he is.

instead of the words he still can't articulate just yet, the arm that still rested on his lap lifts in a silent invitation for you to round his desk and come to his side. so, you do.

you slip your hand into his and his grip is firm as he tugs you closer to the arm of his chair so he can feel your body heat. with one hand gently lifting one flower before lowering it and going to another bud, the other begins tinkering with your fingers. his head leans on your arm as you stand next to him.

"thank you," are the words he can bring himself to say right at this moment.

"you're very welcome," you humor him. leaving him hanging would feel too cruel for such a tender moment. the golden light of the sun bouncing off the deep wood of his office only made the pale blue flowers in the crystal-clear vase shine brighter. "happy birthday, kaeya."

kaeya nods against your arm and you feel the heat on his face as he leans against it. you hold back a light felt giggle at him- it would also feel too cruel to tease him.

you stand next to him- at some point leaning to lounge on his desk chair instead- and gaze at the flowers and bask in the comfortable silence until the golden rays of sun had dipped below the walls. soon, the night would fully cover the sky.

the deep sigh kaeya lets out lets you know he's ready to finally move. ready to speak. ready to spend the rest of this day- or rather night- with you.

standing from his chair, and pulling you up in tow from where you lounged on the arm, he brushed his fingernails across the side of your neck until they skimmed over your shoulder and down your arms. basking in the way the light ticklish touch made you shift in small chuckles and had goosebumping following in his wake.

"i think they'd look even lovelier on my table at home, don't you?"

"then we better get them there safely."

by the time you both leave the headquarters and take to the stone streets of the city to find your way back to kaeya's home, the moon had begun its ascension to the sky in lieu of the sun. soon, that very moon would bring a very bittersweet end to another one of kaeya's birthdays.

the scent of flowers keeping all the bitterness at bay.

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