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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 2 months

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

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

“Happy Day of Saint Valentine!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyebrow inches up further. “No?”

He sighs in surrender. “Maybe.”

“You’re adorable.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want to thank me, is that it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her voice is a frayed whisper. “Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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resi4skz · 1 month

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Hope you like this one!

Pairing: Chan x Fem!reader

Title: Neverending Story

"What are you doing?"

I look up, pause, my eyes widening. "Rough night?"

My roommate/best friend, gives me a look. "No?"

"You really need to look at the mirror," shaking my head as I go back to icing the cake in front of me. I hear her groan as she sits across from me.

"Don't tell me you're doing all that," she gestures at the cake, "for him?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Y/N."

"What?" I blink at her.

She just shakes her head and walks over to the coffee pot to pour herself cup. "Just don't come running to me when things don't go your way."

Before I could ask what she meant, I turn but she's gone back in her room. What the hell?

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I sipped on my coffee as I waited for my other best friend to arrive. Chan was my best friend since the start of high school. Now, as we're both 25 and studying at the same university, we hang out every day. Even if it's just for 10 mins before our next class started. But today was his birthday. And I would always bake a cake for his birthday. Smiling, I set the coffee mug down when I see him walking towards where I was sitting.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late," he says, shrugging off his jacket. "Traffic and all."

"Chan, it's okay," I giggle as he sits across from me. A waiter appears and places a hot mug of green tea in front of him.

"Okay, it's already a better day," he takes a sip, closing his eyes. "This is making me forget the cold outside."

I slide the cake box across the table. His eyes light up. "As always, your favorite. But I added my own little touch this time." The cake had chocolate filling and tasted like ferrero rocher chocolates, which was his favorite.

He opens the box and smiles widely. "Y/N, it's so pretty. I don't wanna eat it."

I laugh softly. "Channie, happy birthday."

He chuckles. "Thank you."

My phone buzzes. "Sorry. I'm gonna take this." I excuse myself, leaving him to eat the cake. "Hello?"

"Yo."

I roll my eyes. "Luna, you need to lay off the coffee."

"No can do," she replies. "Listen, let's go clubbing tonight!"

I peek back at Chan, who's biting into piece of the cake, making me smile when he does his happy fist dance. That's when I know he really likes it. "Text me the place and time," I replied.

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*THE CLUB*

"Y/N, honey, that dress," Luna says, twirling me around. "Well, safe to say you made heads turn."

"Oh hush," I chuckle, waving a hand.

"Could you get me a drink?" She excuses herself to go to the bathroom as I walk over to the bar. The music blaring, I could barely hear myself talk. When it eas finally my turn, I order a blue motorcycle for Luna and a screwdriver for myself.

"Can I pay for those drinks?" A voice comes from behind me. I turn, my eyes widening at the guy leaning against the bar. He's wearing a blue shirt with black jeans and.....good looking.

"That depends."

"On what?"

"If you're willing to pay for the second rounds for me and my friend," I state, tilting my head.

He laughs and I wasn't gonna lie if my stomach did somersaults. "I'm Mike."

"Y/N," I replied smiling.

"You here alone?"

"Uh, no. I came with my friends."

The bartender slides the drinks to me. "No boyfriend?"

I snort. "No." I sip my drink and grimace at the taste. Who the fuck likes these drinks?

"Hey, did you order my dri....hellooooo." Oh, great.

"Luna. Mike. Mike. Luna." I introduce them. They exchange their hellos and she turns to me, grabbing her drink.

"Well, I'll be with the others," she says, winking at me before turning around and walking away.

Well, atleast one less obstacle now. Good thing she knows how to read a room. "Care to dance?" Mike asked.

Smiling, I nod my head. "Sure." He leads me to the dance room. With my back to him and drink in my hand, I sway my body to the music as his hands land on my hips. He sways with me, moving to match my movements. Turning around, I move my hips getting very close to him. Damn, he smells good. But as my eyes meet his, I'm about to take a sip of my drink when it's snatched from my hand. "Hey!" I look to my right to find Chan, glaring at Mike. "Channie?"

"Is this your way of getting girls in your pants?" Chan asks Mike, who blinks back at Chan.

"What the hell, Chan?"

"Y/N, he just spiked your drink."

"What?"

"Tell her," Chan demanded, taking a step towards Mike.

"So what if I did?" Mike smirks and glances at me. "No hard feelings, sweetheart but a woman like you I would never go for."

It's like everything inside me stop. My blood running cold. A woman like me? I blink at the words. "You bastard!" It's all I hear from Chan before he swings his fist at Mike, sending him staggering back. "It's guys like you that give every nice guy, like me, a bad name." Chan then turns to me, offering me his hand. "Let's go, Y/N."

My body reacts on its own. Taking his hand, we both walk out of the club.

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*CHAN'S POV*

Back at Y/N's apartment, I'm sitting on one of the kitchen stool as she rummages theough her kitchen cabinets to find a first aid kit. I managed to partially split open the skin between my knuckes when I punched that douche bag. I watch as she stands to my right, grabbing my hand and dabbing rubbing alcohol with a cotton ball. I hiss at the sting. "Ah, I'm sorry!"

I blink, chuckling. "It's okay, Y/N." As she goes back to cleaning the cut, I admire her from where I'm sitting. She will never know. She will never know how I find her little chubby cheeks so adorable. A sudden pang in my heart falters my smile. Does she know how dear she is to me?

"Y/N."

"Hmm?" She says, opening a bandage.

"I have been meaning to ask you something for a while now."

As she places one bandage over a cut, I prepare myself for the worst. "Okay. Shoot."

Taking a deep breath, I clasp her hand, the one that was going to put another bandaid on. "Do you see me more than a friend?"

"What?" She laughs nervously, finally putting the bandaid on.

I give her a look. "We've been friends since high school and never once in my life I have felt like this about anyone but you."

"Chan, wha...what are you saying?" She asked.

I retract my hand, trying not to clench into a fist. "I'm saying that," I look into her eyes. "I like you, Y/N."

"What?"

"More than a friend."

The silence that followed after was enough for me to raise my hand towards her, thinking she feels the same way but she steps back. And that action alone was enough for an answer. "Channie, you're my best friend."

"Yeah. I got that," I replied, cold in my voice. "Listen, I have to go." I stand up and walk towards the door but a hand stops me.

"Where are you going?"

I yank my hand back. "I don't know. Air. Away from here." And I was gone.

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*Y/N POV*

For the next few weeks, I don't hear from Channie. At all. He doesn't even reply to my texts. He said he likes me. But why do I feel this.....uneasiness? Why do I feel like I'm the one that did something wrong? I pick up my phone and type another text.

Y/N: channie? Can you atleast tell me you're alive?

"Oh, look who turned up," Luna says.

I look up as I hit send. He's walking with a few of his friends across from us as Luna and I wait for our next class to start. My breath hitches in my breath. Well, that's the answer to my text. He glances towards me and my cheeks heat. What the fuck? Why am I blushing? I hear Luna's giggling and I snap my head towards her. "What's so funny?"

"Oh man," she snaps her book shut. "You're totally into him."

I gape at her. "I am not!"

"Okay. If you say so," she rolls her eyes and gathers her things. "Remember what I told you last time. If things go bad, don't come running to me."

Before I can reply, she's walking away to her class. I'm not into him. I'm not. I can't be. It's not possible. There's no way.

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I'm totally into him. I am. It's definitely possible. Because for the past few days, whenever he walks by me or I see him walking in the hallways, I find myself short of breath or totally get red in the face. "How is it that all this time I haven't realized how hot he looks in just a plain white shirt and jeans?"

Luna snorts and takes a sip of her coffee. It was winter break early for us, so we got two months off instead of juet a few weeks. Plus, our finals for the semesters were done. Luna and I were having our usual coffee date at the cafe that was close to our apartment as it was very convenient for us. Plus, her boyfriend, Han, was one of the popular barista's. They were very cute together. And he also happens to the best friend of Chan. Which made everything worse, for me.

"Han is looking at you again," I say.

She turns in her chair and her eyes light up when he waves at her, giving her a flying kiss. Good god. They were getting too sweet for me. "You two are going to give me diabetes."

"Trust me when I say you and Chan will give me diabetes when you get together," she replied.

"And what makes you think him and I will be together?" I asked to which she shrugged.

"It's been weeks, Y/N. When are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him what?"

"That you like him?"

I snort. "Yeah. That's not going to happen....." I drawl out the word because the person I was the least expecting just walked in. "Fuck me," I curse under my breath.

"What? What's wrong?" She asked concerned.

"Luna, I cannot be here. I can't be here with him in the same room. I can't handle another rejection," I said, my breath getting faster.

"What so you mean another rejection?" She blinks. "Wait, did he reject you?"

*FLASHBACK*

I waited outside his class, playing with my fingers when the students walk out. My eyes frantically search for him. When I spot him, I sprint towards him. "Channie."

He turns, surprised to see me. "Y/N."

"Can we talk?" I glance around us, students walking by. "Somewhere a bit quieter?"

And so we were standing in one of the university's garden as it's more of the quieter one. "So, you wanted to talk? About what?"

My cheeks heat as I clear my throat. "Channie, I know that you've been avoiding me ever since that night. And I've been thinking a lot about what you said to me that night as well. And well," I take a deep breath, "I like you, Chan."

After a beat, I hear him laughing. I give him a perplexed expression. "You're funny, Y/N."

"Huh?"

"I tell you that I like you and all it took was me to ignore you to realize your feelings?" He laughs some more.

It irks me, making me angry. "What's so funny?"

"What's funny is that," he looks straight into my eyes, his expression blank. "I don't feel the same way anymore. I got tired of being just the best friend."

"So what are you saying?" I asked, on the verge of tears.

"I'm saying that it's best if we part ways, Y/N. Let's find our own path to happiness, even if it means finding it in another person," he replied smiling. "See you around, Y/N." And he leaves, my heart breaking in pieces.

*PRESENT*

"I just can't. I'll see you when you get home," I say grabbing my bag and as I walked by his table, I felt his eyes on me but I was glad to be out of there. Releasing a breath of relief, I start walking in the direction of my apartment. Maybe it is best we parted ways. Maybe this will be good for us.

But a part of me wanted him to run after me.

The next few days, it's my turn to avoid him. Even if I saw in the hallway, I would walk by him without glancing at his way. And I think he noticed because there were a few times he tried to get my attention. And all those times, Luna dragged me away, which I thanked her for afterwards.

Even though it was my winter break, I still used the universities amenities as it helped me with focus. And today was a day where the university held a small event for everyone outside near the main enterance as it had less traffic going by. The event was very small and it was all christmas related. Luna, once again, dragged me to watch and Han tagged along.

"Luna, I want to go home," I protested.

"Would it kill you to just enjoy a few minutes of this event?!" She said, almost yelling. Keyword being almost.

I surrended and watched a few of the students sing christmas songs and played instruments. I was impressed by a few but soon, I was getting too impatient to leave. So I turn to Luna. "I'm going to go. I'll see you when you get home."

"But, Y/N-"

"Ladies and gentlemen! Our next performer is our top student from our music program! He's written many songs and I'm sure some of you may already know him by now!"

I stop mid step and whirl around. What? It can't be....

"Give it up for the one and only, the lovely and handsome, Chan!" The speaker says into the mic as the crowd erupts into an applause. But I'm frozen on the stop as I see him approach the mic.

"The song I'm about to sing is fairly new one so I do apologize if there are a few errors," he says smiling. And I notice he's got a guitar too. How did I never knew that he also played guitar?

His fingers hit the strings of the guitar the first few seconds before his mouth gets close to the mic. And the most angelic voice comes through the speakers.

기억해 우리 처음 만난 날

Gieokhae uri cheo-eum mannan nal

Remember the first day we met

수줍던 미소와 쏟아지던 햇살을

Sujupdeon misowa ssodajideon haessareul

A shy smile and the sunlight falling

눈빛만 보아도 나는 알 수 있었어

Nunbitman boado naneun al su isseosseo

I knew, just by looking into your eyes

우리는 하난 걸 (우리는 하난 걸)

Urineun hanan geol (urineun hanan geol)

That we're one (That we're one)

네가 나란 걸

Niga naran geol

That you're me

네가 웃을 때나 힘들 때나 항상 지켜줄게 (너를 위해)

Niga useul ttaena himdeul ttaena

Hangsang jikyeojulge (neoreul wihae)

Whenever you smile, whenever it's hard for you

I'll always protect you (For you)

시간마저 거슬러서 네 앞에 나타날게

Siganmajeo geoseulleoseo ne ape natanalge

I can go against time, so I can appear in front of you

I believe, I believe

세상이 바뀌어도 변치 않아 약속해 줄래

I believe I believe

Sesangi bakkwieodo byeonchi anha yaksokhae jullae

I believe, I believe even if the world changes

Can you promise that we won't change?

이 아름다운 곳에서

I areumdaun goseseo

At this beautiful place

널 사랑했던 모든 기억은

Neol saranghaetdeon modeun gieogeun

All the memories where I loved you

끝나지 않을 이야기가 되어

Kkeutnaji anheul iyagiga doe-eo

Will become a neverending story

빛날 거야

Binnal geoya

It'll shine

Never say goodbye 너와 난 하나니까

Never say goodbye neowa nan hananikka

Never say goodbye, because we are one

같은 꿈 속을 함께 거닐 테니까

Gateun kkum sogeul hamkke geonil tenikka

Because we will walk together in the same dream

지금 이대로 넌 내 곁에서 웃어주기로 해요

Jigeum idaero neon nae gyeoteseo useojugiro haeyo

Continue smiling by my side just like this moment

내일 보다 멀리 영원보다 오래

Naeil boda meolli yeongwonboda orae

Longer than tomorrow, farther than eternity

사랑해 널

Saranghae neol

I love you

This time, I don't know how, he looks straight at me in the crowd and sings the next verse.

Never say goodbye 너와 난 하나니까

Never say goodbye neowa nan hananikka

Never say goodbye, because we are one

같은 꿈 속을 함께 거닐 테니까

Gateun kkum sogeul hamkke geonil tenikka

Because we will walk together in the same dream

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Jigeum idaero neon nae gyeoteseo useojugiro haeyo

Continue smiling by my side just like this moment

내일 보다 멀리 영원보다 오래

Naeil boda meolli yeongwonboda orae

Longer than tomorrow, farther than eternity

사랑해 널

Saranghae neol

I love you

The crowd roars and gave him a standing ovation as he bows. But he puts his finger on his lips and immediately the entire crowd becomes quiet as he stands in front of the mic again. "This song, I wrote a couple of days ago when a certain someone told me about her feelings for me."

I can't move. My eyes are fixed on him and him only.

"At first, I wanted to yell at her for taking so long to reciprocate my feelings. But then," he looks at me and smiles, showing those dimples I fell for. "I saw her. I truly saw her."

"Who's the girl?!" Someone from the crowd shouted causing everyone to laugh.

"That girl is my best friend since high school. I started seeing her as more than a friend 3 years ago on her birthday when I gave her the earrings she had been wanting."

I gasp, my hands immediately touching my ears. The earrings. I never took them off.

"It was only a year after, that I realized I had fallen in love with her."

The crowd went 'ooooo' and 'ahhhh.'

"So, Y/N."

Luna silently squeals and slaps me on my back, snapping me back to reality. "Y/N! Go!"

"But-"

"Go!" She pushes me and the crowd makes way for me to walk towards the stage. As I walked, I glance around at the people giving me encouragement. Then my eyes land on him, standing on the stage holding out his hand. I take his hand and he pulls me up on the stage as the crowd, once again, erupts in loud applause.

"Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him!" The crowd chants.

Taking off the guitar, he takes a step closer to me. But I beat him to it first. "Did you mean it?"

"Every word," he replied, smiling as he yanks me towards him.

"Say it again."

"I love you, Y/N."

I smile, forgetting about the people watching us. "Kiss him already!"

We both laugh. "May I?" He asks.

I nod. He leans down, his arms sliding around my waist as my arms go around his neck. When our lips touch, the crowd roars the loudest it has been. When we break apart, one person shouts, "Encore! Encore!"

This time, he crashes his lips on mine. And I lose myself in the kiss. I never want this to end.

This is our Neverending story.

#bang chan #chris bang #christopher bang #stray kids bang chan #bang chan fanfic #stray kids #fanfic #oneshot #straykids

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princessmadafu · 11 months

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Apparently she’s reinventing herself... again!

Reinventing a previously reinvented former reinvention of an earlier reinvention in the hope that people will forget what a shallow, manipulative, vindictive, nasty person she is (rolls eyes, smacks forehead). Wearing a shiny gold dress that looks like it's made of used Ferrero Rocher wrappers kiddie-glued to a toilet roll tube, to accept an award from her friend Gloria's schmaltzfest, she still exuded the same self-absorbed delusion that she's important. And empowered. And empowering. And kind.

By the way, how's your dad, Meggsie? Has he met his grandkids yet?

And poor old Hazza, tagging along, still being the spare, with shoes polished to a mirror-like shine so she can make him lay down and put his feet in the air when she wants to check her hair or make sure her eyelashes haven't crawled away.

Gods, it's nauseating. Of all the many worthy women out there to celebrate, they have to go and pick her. How well-stuffed was the plain brown envelope she gave them, I wonder?

I'm reminded of a little poem we had to learn in school fifty years ago:

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44302/ode-on-the-death-of-a-favourite-cat-drowned-in-a-tub-of-goldfishes

Not all that tempts your wandering eyes

And heedless heart is lawful prize,

Nor all that glisters, gold.

I’d call Meggsie a cat, but that would be insulting to cats.

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enticingaphrodite · 2 months

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I forgot if I posted about it here but my mom found a stranded kitten literally right outside our front door after NYE, and we took her in.

Anyway, my original cat, Babe, never liked her. She’s very jealous and territorial. But she finally started to interact with her and even play with her! Babe usually bullies and teases the kitten but kitten defends herself. It’s all in good faith? For the most part at least lol.

Well turns out kitten is a HE after all. I guess his lil balls finally dropped? Cause I swearrrr he didn’t have them when we first bathed him.

But the point of this is that they’re both laying next to me in bed right now! Obviously they’re not cuddled up next to each other, but Babe is right under my left arm and kitten is at the foot of the bed also on my left side while I watch How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and eat the Ferrero Rocher chocolates my Dad gave me for V-Day. This is what a good night looks like.

I think I like this lil life 🥰

#i think i like this little life #late night #night routine #aphrodisiac rambling #Enticing Aphrodite

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proxyedgy · 2 years

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Today on things I learned from the BBDW voiceclips:

Sechs does not care about any festive holidays (how unsurprising)

Hakumen is not going to take off his armour. Yes, even if you make puppy eyes at him. So stop.

Ripper’s vibes are still rotten

Arakune will see a gift for you and be like “whaz in the box? is it azure?”

Relius doesn’t care about his birthday but he does want the presents (how did anyone ever marry you...)

Lambda says “Happy Birthday” and “Trick-or-Treat” (in English!)

Hazama doesn’t know how to react to being congratulated on his birthday

Kazuma likes to read books because it makes him look busy

Mai Hazuki (Another Dark Mai) doesn’t know what Halloween is

Kokonoe will demand your Ferrero Rocher knockoff chocolate

>and also extort you of chocolate on Valentines

>>and White Day

>>>and treats on Halloween (under the threat of experimenting on you)

>>>>and cake on Xmas! (ma’am please go buy your own sweets for a change...)

>Also, Kokonoe is a hoarder who doesn’t clean her room

Litchi really really really wants to make you wear one of the cute outfits that she collects

>She also tells you to take care of Linhua... so the kid doesn’t go all out and beats everyone up (Linhua strongest Blazblue character confirmed)

Taro bakes Jin-Jin chocolate cakes for his birthday on Valentines

>He will also bake you a cake on your birthday (if it’s okay with you)

>>Also for Xmas

>He’s brought playing cards

>“April Fools? What’s that, some new kind of sweet? It is?! Cool! Let’s go buy some right awa-- A lie? Ehh??”

#rambly #blazblue #i urge any of the 3 people who care to go listen to taro's voice clips he is so cute #also in general if anyone's interested you should start from voiceclip 130 and go down from there #those are the event phrases and such

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myheartstopperblog · 2 years

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Permanent Rain Press interview with Jenny Walser (Victoria "Tori" Spring in Heartstopper)

youtube

My notes:

She grew up doing ballet and tap dance and other style of performances

Her parents would take her to see the theatre while growing up and it made her like the arts more

She has a Natural Sciences degree from Durham University

She was always interested in working in medicine, she was interested in working with people and the empathetic side of it (that's why she also likes acting)

She and Alice Oseman were in the same year at Durham but they never met

She read Heartstopper at the beginning of lockdown and thought she looked a bit like Tori, so when she saw the open casting she decided to get in contact with them

She would look at the comic and focus on Tori's facial expressions and her way of expressing herself for the part

She is very protective of Joe and sort of feels like his big sister

She would listen to Digital Love by Daft Punk before the audition and now she associates the song with Tori

"Brenda" is the wig she wore in the show, because at the time of filming her hair length was the same as later on in the book where she cuts it

She tried to balance Tori's seriousness and tenderness

She was also sad that Olly wouldn't appear in the show but understands the decicion

Tori doesn't really open up with anyone like she does with Charlie

Her favourite scene to be a part of was in episode 8, where Charlie breaks down in the beginning (it was filmed on her last day on set)

She is very clumsy and for the moment when Tori had to throw the shoe at Charlie, she practiced throwing the slipper in the hallway to someone else

She was amazed by Joes talent as an actor and couldn't believe that it was his first role

She was drinking apple juice or lemonade in the scenes where she drinks

Her most memorable scene she wasn't involved in was the party scene where Tara and Darcy kiss and Nick is looking at them and it makes her cry

She thinks that it was possible that Tori saw Nick and Charlie on the sofa and Nick almost holding her brothers hand

She would love for Tori's story to be expanded in season 2 and her struggles with mental health, and would also love for Micheal Holden to appear

Also the dinner scene with David (Nicks brother) she would love to do that scene

She found out about Olivia Coleman towards the end of filming

Tori is asexual and on the aromantic spectrum and Jenny would like to also explore that

Another passion of hers is directing, and she is also trying to get into writing

She works at a pub

And if she could be any ice cream flavour it would be Ferrero Rocher

#jenny walser #tori spring #the permanent rain press #heartstopper #mine #Youtube

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paintediamond · 9 months

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this actually made me realize in august it'll be a year since this cat died

she was 15, born when i was 11

i know i'll never know another cat like her... she let me kiss her belly and i never got a single scratch doing so. an actual baby

she was also a terror that stole the most random foods (packaged ferrero rochers?? dried dates?) even at the end of her life when she was half paralyzed and we thought it would be safe

we also called her the purring machine because one look was enough to make her purr

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hikari-writes · 1 year

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OKAT OKAY I GOT THE SWEETEST IRL STORY

So my chemistry teacher, lets call her mrs S (s is for sulphur since...yknow. chemistry, sulphur heh) had a class with us the night before our spm chemistry paper (or maybe it was several nights before the spm paper i cant rmmbr) but anyways most importantly, she had a night class with us until around 10.30 pm or so.

Apparently, that day just happens to be mrs s wedding anniv (awww) but unfortunately, she couldnt celebrate it w her husband since shes literally almost for the whole day is at our school, for the chemistry classes, since morning to night (8 am - 10.30 pm, theres break intervals if ure wondering but essentially she was at school for the whole day)

But like as wedding anniv present, her husband sent her this black box (very expensive looking and vv pretty btw, theres like compartments filled with real live red roses (and thered diamonds on the center of each roses) and Ferrero rocher chocs) anyways vv fancy she showed it to us and we were like in awe cause thats so sweet also vv pretty and fancy 🫶🫶

And after class ended, some of my friends helped mrs s to get her stuff in her car, and they were chatting like usual, then mrs s said "do u guys wanna know why my husband gave me a black coloured box? Like, why didnt he give me a box with my favorite colour like purple right?" And my friends were like yes we do wanna know why 👀👀

(For added context mrs s husband is an engineer or architect smthng like along that line i cant rmmbr ksjskwjw)

So mrs s explained,,,, u know how in planes and stuff theres a black box? Its there to record flight data and stuff, so in case of a plane crash, ppl will search for the black box to like investigate what happened before the incident happened. So mrs s husband said smthng along the lines of, "if an airplane was lost, they searched for the black box, and if I'm lost? Ill seach for you"

OSNSKWHS ITS NOT 100% ACCURATE XAUSE I FORGOT THE EXACT WORDS BUT ITS SMTHNG ALONG THAT LINE U GET IT RIGHT ITS SO SOS ADORABLE CRIES 😭😭😭😭😭💞💗💞💗💞💗💞💕💗

#my teachers and their parteners r so sweet plssoskejek #🥺🥺🥺🥺#also lost/missing=hilang in malay #they kinda share the same meaning so yahs #⋆ the light purple roses

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likelylarks · 2 years

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can you talk about the scene in the oranges fic where daniel sees the chocolates and realizes? I love all your writing so much 💕🐈

thank you so much! i can for sure talk about that!!

i got a little wordy so i put it under the cut 💛💛 xx

He wandered into the kitchen to grab some of the oranges in his fridge. At some point, the citrus taste had come to settle him just as much as Max’s actual presence. daniel wants max there with him but he knows that if he actually calls max, he won't call cara. so he goes to the next best thing, which is the oranges. and at this point, it's been six years of associating max with oranges, so they're basically equivalent in his mind.

He rifled through the mail on his counter as he ate. It was basically all ads and flyers that had accumulated over the last several months of racing. i really wanted to just make this a part of who daniel is, so in the max pov, i included max noticing daniel's stack of mail in the 2020 section, two years prior to this happening. i just like the idea of him only bothering to look at his mail when he's bored or avoiding doing something else. He lingered on the last piece of mail: a flyer from around Valentine’s Day advertising some fancy chocolate. i have no idea how much spam mail people in monaco get or if they get any at all but the whole fic hinges on daniel receiving physical spam mail for ferrero rocher or some shit. He traced over the words on the page with his fingertips and ran his tongue across his teeth. a little call back to the 2020 section in this one, where daniel has gone through the physical motions of identifying the taste, but hasn't labeled why he wants to. also, i really wanted to keep it a secret what the words were that daniel read - i wanted the reader to find out at the same time that max did.

He picked up his phone again and called Cara. She’d been expecting his call and immediately asked him where he planned on taking her next. cara is such a minor character but i wanted to really pose her as an opposite to max but also as incompatible to daniel. like, max would be content to do nothing with daniel and stay at home and play video games next to him forever, he doesn't need to be taken places and entertained. he loves to just be with daniel. and daniel, while he does love to go out and do things (what initially drew him to cara), also loves to have someone take him places, he doesn't always want to be the one making plans and putting forth all of the effort. She was the type of woman who purred as she talked and Daniel could barely stand it. idk this i just included bc i hate when people use "purred" as a dialogue tag,, they're people, not cats,, it's icky and i hate reading it and trying to imagine the tone of voice people are going for.

“I actually don’t think we should see each other anymore.” His voice was final. "okay, understood" tone of voice. It may have been a hasty conscious decision but now that Daniel had made it, it felt like something his subconscious had been planning from the moment their first date ended. she wasn't max and when it comes down to it, that's all that really matters. and as soon as daniel realized, he wasn't going to make himself or max wait any longer - it's been six years of waiting.

"DVD" commentary :)

#larks answers #larks writes #love you anon 💛#maxiel

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weakfleshwillingsoul · 1 year

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odd week on sunday i went shopping for katie for her birthday present after she contacted me after not being in touch for just under a year and asked me to attend her twenty second birthday party i bought her a beautiful copy of dracula and a pretty pair of earrings 30 dollars total the book from that place at the end of kensington ave the owners kid followed me around the whole time because i let him talk to me about the music and america and i also bought picnic at hanging rock for myself. on monday i came back home from downtown and went to work feeling as far as i remember apathetic. on tuesday saint valentines day i went to school for 7:30am and had a coffee before proteomics by the pond feeling an incredible euphoria and love of life. at 1:00pm as i was studying in the library an hour and a half before my lab my parents called and told me they were putting down the cat, sudden kidney failure. couldnt do anything about it ... it was over within ten minutes. went to my lab i was out of it. our restriction digest on the gel looked fucked up but at least we ended early. went back downtown, picnic at hanging rock on the subway. wednesday the next day i skipped first class and went for the next one at 11:30, ran thru the rain five minutes late to class and got there to realize it had been cancelled several hours earlier. Fucked over dead cat missed class showed up to school for no reason. tea and went to library and out of all serendipitous encounters saw nick as i was coming up to the second floor of the library we embraced and talked for hours. Any other way the day had gone i would have missed him. on thursday i left the house before my parents had woken up to be at school again by 7:30am and read picnic at hanging rock with a cigarette on the bench by the pond. after proteomics i asked dr donaldson about the lab and he showed me the restricted third and fourth floor of the life sciences building, the thesis laboratories, and the nmr spectrometer, then told me to stay in touch and enrol in his thesis lab for the fall semester. lab went okay, we had to redo the gel because i fucked up the wells but restriction digest showed up where it was meant to on the second one. Went back home and met some old high school friends strangely had a great time. Friday did nothing. Today went to work for rush hours till closing and nearly passed out halfway thru my shift, gave my supervisor a fright, the persian ladies fed me a ferrero rocher in the breakroom, realized my period started and i had bled thru my jeans. went home three hours early. the second i got home and took my coat off i received an anonymous love confession in my inbox. eyebrow piercing fell out about an hour ago, the top ball unscrewed as i washed my face. I gave up trying to put it back in, it looked like two open wounds. I was wearing my brothers old boxers today at work. He left them behind when he went away so he didnt want them anyways. i scrubbed the blood out in the sink with rose dr bronners and watched the rust coloured water wash down the drain.

my dreams this week were about seeing my brother, a dead pigeon run over on spadina with its wings stiff upright and feathers shifting in the breeze, and other things i dont remember

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red-shepherds · 2 years

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"You should lay down. You've lost more blood than you think." Adrian didn't look at Asher as he said it, content instead to stare out across the city. It had been rough, putting Aaron down. Rough, but very necessary. Of course Adrian hadn't come out unscathed, either, but he was resilient. He'd be fine. Asher had proven himself to be anything but.

"It's not a big deal. Just got shish kebab'd, it's happened before. D'you know how many times I've been stabbed?" Asher shifted, and Adrian heard the click of a lighter.

"Lola will be mad that you're smoking."

"She can be mad. I've earned it, after that. Besides, you think she'll even look at me, right now?"

"Well, you did just murder another one of your brothers."

"I never touched Alistair. Or Ajax, for that matter. And that isn't what she's upset about."

"What, then?"

Asher approached the balcony, leaning over it in that way of his. It was always as though he were a puppet with its strings cut, all odd angles and weight borne strangely. He held out his hand, so Adrian could see his engagement ring. It reflected the lights of the city and the barren sky above, black and nameless void so far into the city.

"She won't tell her parents. Maybe it's not fair of me to expect, but--"

"She's going to be your wife."

"Not before they know. I can't--I won't--I'm better than some secret, Moose. What if we have kids?"

"Are you?"

"Hm?"

"Having kids. A litter of your own."

"Dad certainly wanted me to."

"Dad can suck an egg."

"Not without a flesh mouth, I think."

"Off topic. You want her to tell her parents?"

"I want her to tell everyone. I'm tired of hiding it. I hate that she's embarrassed to be seen with me. It makes me feel--"

"Like a nuisance?"

"Like I'm in the attic again." Asher took a long drag from his cigarette, eyes hollow as he stared into the night.

"Oh. Oh. A.J…." Adrian turned to face his brother, a little horrified.

"Stop, stop that, stop pitying me. It's whatever. At least I've got a fiancé, right?"

"What, you think I'm jealous? Lex has a wife. Ajax had Marie. Aaron--mm."

"Aaron. Yeah. You know he wasn't sad about his girlfriends? Not even resigned. Didn't care. Fucking sociopath."

"I mean, we kind of always knew. Drew lobotomized bunny rabbits, and Aaron did everything he could to numb out every shred of empathy in him. Middle kids." Adrian made a gesture that even he wasn't sure about the meaning of.

"Middle kids. You know, I think whatever was him--was really him, went the first time he died. And what we had was just--"

"The echo he left behind. Yeah."

"I don't think I can judge. I'm two ghosts in a meat suit."

"Very preoccupied with meat tonight."

"Considering that I just bit off eight to ten of my brother's fingers, uh, yeah, Moose, I'd imagine."

"Could be worse. Could have disfigured your little brother for life."

"I'm not mad about that. It's whatever. It was cool to whistle through my septum for a minute."

"I'm mad about it." Adrian looked up into the empty sky, to avoid looking anywhere else. The taste of Asher's cigarette smoke was acrid to his keener senses, but he said nothing of it. There was a moment, then he felt warmth against his side as Asher slumped against him lightly.

"Apology accepted, or whatever," Asher said.

"Right. You still need to take care of yourself, get triaged. I don't like the look of those fingernail marks."

"Let me finish my cigarette, then we can talk. I don't think we'll be able to go back to the House that Wasn't for a while, with the blood and splinters and--whatever that stuff was, inside of him."

"Compressed hands and juiced humans?"

"Yeah. Like a weird, fucked up Ferrero Rocher. Ugh. I am not going to be eating strawberry ice cream for a while."

"Right. Coping with humor."

"You laugh or you cry. And I think you got one of my tear ducts when you swiped me, so…"

"Mm. I'll stay out with you. You've got the worst knack for getting into trouble."

"I do. Thanks, Moose."

"Yeah. It's what brothers do."

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