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inuyashaluver · 5 months

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Love ur fics. Could you please do a fic with Lia Walti where y/n is a rockstar that is in their wag era? They're always coming to matches when they're not on tour & when they are, they'll still be caught watching them. Thanks 4 ur time.

ultimate wag - lia wälti

lia wälti x reader

description: in which you and your girlfriend are dedicated wags and groupies

warnings: suggestive, looonnggg

a/n: thank you for the love and request!! hope you enjoy ❤️

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you and your girlfriend, lia were funnily introduced through your friend leah. you were quite popular in the music industry, leah had known you all her and your life, being childhood friends through the thick and thin. you had some time off and leah invited you to one of her games where you met your future girlfriend.

the game had finished, leah making you sit in the friends and family section with her (your) mum. leah bounds over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. “you’re here!” she exclaims, holding you tightly to her chest, “i’m here!” you match her energy with a bright smile. “hey, i want you to meet someone” she quickly looks around, perking up and running over to one of the most beautiful girls you’ve ever seen - leah’s told you all about the beautiful swiss in her team, she wasn’t lying about her beauty, you were nervous.

leah drags the girl by the arm to you, shoving her lightly into you, you quickly put your hands out to catch the girl with a giggle. “hi” you breathe out, she smiles at you sheepishly, “hi”. leah looks between the two of you with a smirk. leah knew you’d like her, she subtly moves to chat with her mum beside you.

“lia” she sticks her hand out to you, you gently take her hand in yours, “(y/n)” you shake hands with mutual shy smiles. both of you engage in small talk, feeling so familiar. “i love your music, by the way” she offers with a charming smile, you could’ve melted to the floor then and there. “i love your football skills, by the way” you say cheekily. she gives you a bright laugh, quickly grabbing your arm and letting go, you can’t help but miss the contact.

“hey, did you want to go for a coffee or something? i’d like to get to know you more if you’re okay with it” she looks down at the floor, preparing for rejection but instead felt a hand wrap around hers, looking up to see your bright grin. “i’d really love that, lia” you give her hand a gentle squeeze, and she looks down at them with a smile.

you wait for her outside of the change rooms with a shy smile, you couldn’t stand still. waiting for this beautiful girl was more daunting than performing live at a packed out stadium. she made you so nervous, she felt exactly the same.

she comes out dressed comfortably, matching your laid back style for the game. she rushes towards you with a bright smile, “ready to go?” you nod at her with a grin. you both go to a small café in london, talking about yourselves, random topics, your work and just realising how much you had in common. as the time progresses, dates turn into a relationship, you and lia becoming more serious and moving in together.

in present days, you had been dating for three years, you and lia still love sick puppies - leah forever claiming that she was the reason for it, the both of you couldn’t deny that.

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when you and lia started becoming more serious, you would always go to her games, clad in her jersey and cheering for her loudly. every time she saw you in those stands, her heart would clench, she knew you were incredibly busy but you always made the time for her, a promise you gave to her when you started dating.

lia quickly did her rounds of photos and signatures before bounding over to you with a bright smile. she doesn’t say anything, but pulls you into a loving kiss, mouths synchronising perfectly with one another. she pulls away from you, placing a quick kiss on your nose before finally looking at you. “hi, baby” you breathe out, attempting to catch your breath. “hey, beautiful” she grins at you cheekily and you can’t help but give her a light shove on her shoulder.

“you played so well, my love” you say proudly, grabbing her hands and swinging them lightly. she shakes her head at you, “well, my wag is here” she shrugs, “i’ve got to impress her, you know?” she squeezes your hand, “well, your wag is certainly impressed” you smirk at her, her eyes widened with fake surprise, “you know my wag?” you shove her again, “not funny” you scowl, quickly disappearing when your girlfriend peppers your cheek with kisses, both of you in giggles.

“i’ll get changed and we can go home?” she questions, quirking her brow at your confused expression. “oh you’re talking to me?” you pause, “are you trying to crack onto me, wälti, when you have a wag?” you exclaim, gasping and covering your mouth with your hand. she looks at you, mouth agape and fighting a grin, “you’re pretty hot..so” she shrugs and you gasp again, this time, lia moves to place another chaste kiss on your lips. she pulls away with an amused grin, “i only have one wag and i just kissed her and love her very much” you grin at her shyly, pushing her to the direction of the change room when she laughs at your shyness.

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you were currently on tour, selling out massive venues and crowds all over the world. no matter what city you were in, you made sure that you watched your girlfriend’s games, texting her words of praise and encouragement for her performance. your team often made fun of you for being such a proud wag, you always wore your “wälti” jersey to bed, watched the games everywhere you go, even if it was between a show - you had your phone out, looking at the score and watching intently.

many of them sent pictures to lia, showing you in your dolled up performance outfits crouching on the ground, phone in hand with the arsenal team splayed on the screen. every time she received them, she’d let out a proud grin, adding them to a folder labelled “my girl on tour”. you made sure to call her every night, talking about your days and giving each other the run downs of what was happening in your life, you’d gone around the world and you were finally able to come home, you and lia were incredibly excited to see each other.

the first night you got back to the uk, you had a show, inviting the entire arsenal team to come and have some fun, they had a game two days later that you were very excited about. you give them backstage passes, as well as them having a designated area that they could enjoy themselves in.

as soon as lia and the girls got there, she immediately went backstage to find you, she hadn't seen you in person for 8 months. she knocks on your dressing room door, “come in” you say tiredly, lia frowns a little at that, opening the door slightly and peeking her head in, when you see your girlfriend, you immediately perk up and pull her inside, jumping on her and giving her a tight hug.

she laughs brightly as she holds onto your thighs, hoisting you up on her waist. “hi, baby” she coos, rubbing comforting shapes on your back. you clutch into her tightly, “lia baby” you say tearfully, moving to cup her head between your hands. you both look at each other adoringly, taking in each other’s appearances. “aw, baby, don’t cry” she coos, wiping your tears and moving to sit on the small couch in your dressing room, you now sitting on her lap.

“i missed you” you pout at her, she smiles at you lovingly, “i missed you too, my love” she gives you a playful pinch to your cheek. you move quickly to place a kiss on her lips, she quickly deepens it, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you down to her. she kisses you passionately, gripping onto your hip with one hand and keeping the other on your neck, you place your own hands through her hair, lightly scratching her scalp with your nails. you both whine into each other’s mouths, it had been so long since you’d seen each other, feeling like years had gone by.

she goes to further deepen the kiss until a knock sounds on your door. you pull away from her reluctantly, she moves to places kisses on your neck, “w-who is it?” you say shakily, “only me” you hear your childhood friend on the other side, she quickly opens the door and you go to move off your girlfriend, but she holds you incredibly tight, you couldn’t move.

“well, well, well, you couldn’t wait till you got home, huh?” leah teases, holding her arms out to you, lia lets you go with a glare at leah when you hug her tightly. “i knew her first, wälti, back off” leah scowls right back, cradling you to her chest. “well i date her, williamson, who’s really winning?” lia challenges, you shake your head at both of them amusingly, they had no malice in their words, they were just teasing each other so you let them do it.

lia stands up now, grabbing your arm and pulling you to her chest, she was holding you so tightly, “i need to breathe, love” you tease, she adjusted her grip slightly. “i actually came in here to tell you that you’re on in 10” she checks the watch resting on her wrist, your eyes widened, you weren’t even dressed. “shit! get out!” you push leah out of the door and she laughs, you turn towards your girlfriend expectantly, “you too, off you go” she pouts, “baby” you shake your head, grabbing her and pushing her out of the door, “nope, go have fun” you were about to close the door but she puts her hand on it,

“well, i was about to!” she exclaims, smirking at your red face, “bye, baby!” you sing out, shutting the door in her face, you hear your phone ping:

message from: baby ❤️

you’re lucky you’re cute.

you smile at the message and lock your phone, getting yourself quickly dressed and to your position for the opening. all the arsenal girls were teasing lia, jumping around excitedly to see you, all of them big fans.

your opening number plays, everyone screaming loudly, lia was probably the loudest. you come out and lia nearly drops to the floor, there you were, dressed in your girlfriend’s jersey. the girls immediately start teasing lia harder, all she can do is stare at you. everyone knew the two of you were together, she’s seen you in this jersey thousands of times, but this made her heart beat out of her chest.

“london!” you cheer, the crowd erupts when you finish your first song. “thank you all for coming out tonight, i’m so glad to see you all” you take a moment to look around the packed stadium, feeling so small amongst the crowd and the cheers.

“before i continue, i just want to thank not only you guys for coming along but my favourite team ever, the arsenal women’s team!” the girls jump around, cheering for you loudly, “but my biggest thank you has to go to my lovely, beautiful girlfriend, lia” cheers louder than ever ensure as you point towards the girl’s section, hard to miss as they were on the ground floor where you could see them.

lia looks at you tearfully, her heart swelling at your mention. she holds her hand up in a heart motion and you can’t help but return it, laughing brightly into the microphone. “alright, now let’s have some fun” music sounds through the speakers and you continue the concert, the girls having fun, dancing and singing with each other. lia knew every word, her eyes not leaving you for even a second. as soon as the show was over, she goes to find you.

you yelp when your girlfriend hoists you up on her waist again, smiling down at her brightly. she grabs the back of your head to pull you into a quick kiss, “my little superstar, i’m so proud of you” she looks at you in awe, putting you on the ground in front of her, pulling you into a tight hug. you gently sway her side to side and hold her tightly, “thank you for coming” you mumble into her chest, “i wouldn’t miss it for the world” she places a quick kiss on your lips, holding you as if you were going to disappear.

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two days later, the arsenal match comes swiftly around the corner. you were sat in the friends and family section, “wälti” proudly on your back as you watched the match. you watch your girlfriend proudly, cheering for her as well as the team loudly. after a successful win for arsenal, lia rushes towards you, lifting you over the barrier and onto the pitch. once you’re safely situated on the grass, she wraps you into a tight hug, pulling away to look at your smiling face.

“hi, baby” she grins, giving you a quick kiss on your lips, “hello, lovey” she smile up at her, affectionately kissing her cheek and she giggles at the contact. “you played so well, baby, i’m so proud of you” you clutch her face between your hands, smile never leaving your face. a loving smirk graces her face as she looks into your eyes, “thank you for coming” she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you close and hiding her face into your neck. “i wouldn’t miss it for the world” you say, comfortingly rubbing small circles on her back.

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liawaelti: cutest wag ever, welcome home, my love @/yourname

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yourname: cutest groupie ever, love you, baby

↳ liawaelti: proud groupie, and i love you more

↳ yourname: proud wag, i love YOU MORE

↳ liawaelti: literally impossible

leahwillamsonn: boooo we get it, you’re in love!

↳ liawaelti: you did this.

↳ yourname: you set us up, love

↳ leahwillamsonn: shut up.

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your-local-hoemie · 11 months

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Making out with thoma and tugging on his soft hair mgmfgnfmfmf

Woof woof bark bark-

I like your brain very much yes yes!

This isn’t smut but I still don’t feel comfortable with minors interacting so please avoid if you’re under 18

Warnings: suggestive, making out, grown-up touches, Gn!reader, established relationship, not proof-read.

Characters: Thoma.

It was a warm summers day in Inazuma and the streets were bustling with busy people, going about their day and the atmosphere was buzzing with energy.

You had decided to take a stroll along the harbour to take in the cool sea breeze against your skin and sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks.

It had been a few days since you last saw your boyfriend; Thoma. Inazuma’s well renowned “fixer” and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him dearly.

So when you happened to catch a glance of the friendly ginger helping some sailors with their cargo, (yes he’s still ginger. Fight me) you were ecstatic to say the least!

“Thoma!” You could hardly hold yourself back as you rushed over to his side, wrapping your arms around him with a elated giggle.

“Y/N? What are you doing here??” Thoma replied while a grin beamed across his face at the sight of his beloved in his arms.

“I was just taking a walk and then I saw you and couldn’t resist coming over and saying hello! I’m not keeping you from your work am I?”

“No, don’t worry. I’ve just finished up actually. If you’d like I’d be more than happy to spend the rest of my free time with you!”

With that, the two of you ventured off into the bustling streets all while catching up on the time that you both had missed out on together.

As the sun started to set in the horizon, you both found yourself situated underneath a maple tree overlooking the city.

“You know, you should be really proud of yourself, Thoma. You’ve done so much for this place and the people in it”

Thoma gave you a bashful chuckle, pink dusting his cheeks at your words.

“I really don’t do that much. I just help out where I can. But thank you for your kindness, love”

He was always so humble. You couldn’t help but find this to be an adorable aspect of his personality.

The way his cheeks flushed red whenever you gave him a compliment and the way he’d always give out a little embarrassed giggle, always had a way to make your heart to little flips in your chest.

Unable to resist the beautiful man laying next to you. Dying sunlight giving him an enchanting glow while the soft grass framed his face perfectly. You propped yourself up on your elbow and without any warning; you pressed your lips tightly against his.

Thoma froze for a brief moment at your unexpected action before melting into your affections unable to resist the urge to lay you down on the grass on your back, taking his place on top of you with his lips growing more desperate in the heat of the moment.

The more your lips intertwined with each other, the more everything else around you melted away as your bodies pressed against each other in a beautiful synchronisation of love for each other.

Feeling the heat in your body build up, you couldn’t help but let your hand find its way up to his soft, silky locks. Letting the strands of his sun kissed hair wrap around your fingers, giving it a gentle tug he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

After a few more minutes you finally pull away, both of you breathless and flushed from the impromptu make out session; you could see the blush plastering his pretty face as his sense come back into play.

“You’re such a troublemaker Y/N. What if someone caught us?”

“Then I’d proudly show them that you belong to me~”

I hope this is accurate because I don’t know how making out works :)

Also I had to rewrite this entire thing because tumblr went weird and didn’t save it istg T^T

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jackfrostsander · 3 years

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Happy 21:21 to Robbe and Sander who went flying by themselves!

Gif credit: @nyttvera

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marklilies · 2 years

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# saturday mornings with nct dream

pairings: boyfriend!nct dream x gn!reader || wc: 1.6k || warnings: mentions of food

── MARK :

“mornin’, babe,” mark yawns and his words are slurred with sleepiness. just as you sit up on the pillow groggily, he plops a tray in front of you on the bed.

“thought i’d surprise you with some breakfast in bed,” he smiles at you as you rub your eyes, setting down a bowl of cereal with milk and a glass of water before climbing under the covers again.

the corners of your lips lift as he snuggles up close to you, torso against your side as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. he noses the skin there, and you lean into his touch, hand coming up to cup his cheek. both of you close your eyes, wanting to enjoy the moment as it is.

he starts humming your favourite song, and you join in not long after. each of your voices meld with the other, twisting and intertwining to form a beautiful harmony that’s quite literally music to mark’s ears. he finds it rather fitting that your voices fit together as perfectly as their owners. the two of you end the song, breathless and still exhausted.

“i love you, y/n,” mark manages to say before he falls asleep, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, and you doze off on his chest.

the cereal lies untouched as you two snore lightly with synchronised breaths.

more under the cut!

── RENJUN :

“it’s always so beautiful out here, when no one else is around,” renjun breathes into the damp morning air. the sun has risen just enough for you to see your surroundings, and droplets of dew glisten like jewels on the emerald blades of grass. you agree with him.

hand in hand, the two of you walk along the street, trees lining the path. he squeezes your hand; you move to stand closer to him. despite the fact that it is morning, it’s still pretty cold, and you could use his warmth.

you admire the scenery around you - the lush greenery and the awakening animals. renjun admires you - the way your eyes sparkle with the light he’s loved since the start, the look of utter peacefulness on your face as you stroll with him. when a strand of hair falls across your beautiful face, he subconsciously leans forward to brush it away.

as his face comes close to yours, you smirk at him, and press a short peck to his nose. stunned, he watches as you giggle and run ahead.

“wait up, y/n!” he laughs and runs after you. he can’t help but think that he wants to do this with you forever.

── JENO :

“come on up, y/n, morning only lasts for a few hours!” jeno tugs at your wrist, willing you to rise. unfortunately, rising at four-thirty in the morning isn’t exactly your cup of tea, and trying to wake you is like trying to wake the dead.

“five more minutes,” you groan, flopping over onto your belly, “and then another fifteen more minutes.” you and jeno are supposed to go cycling together this morning, but you just can’t seem to get yourself up.

“please,” you beg, looking up at jeno and giving him your best puppy eyes. in spite of everything, jeno can never resist your pleas when you pair them with your infamous puppy eyes, so he finally gives in and sighs as he clambers back onto the bed, still clad in his exercise clothes.

“yay.” the tiny noise of happiness from you melts his heart, and he’s sort of mad at himself and you for constantly making him feel this way. a good kind of mad. it makes him want to stay with you even more. he shifts his focus onto your shut eyes, trying to suppress a smile when you make grabby hands at his own hands, wanting to hold them.

“tomorrow we’ll go cycling. today, well…” he looks down at your already-sleeping figure.

“i guess it won’t hurt to sleep for a few hours more. especially not when it’s with you.”

── HAECHAN :

you feel something moving across the bare skin of your shoulder, and you lazily reach out to swat it away. it comes back after just a few seconds, though, and you realise that it isn’t an insect, but rather haechan’s kisses.

he draws constellations on your skin with his lips, the feathery sensation tickling you. his arms are wrapped around you as you lie in bed. you chuckle and turn your head to look at him.

“hey babe. you’re awake?” his voice is gravelly, and the gentle morning sun that streams through the windows behind him forms a halo around his head. his gorgeous tanned skin practically glows, his face framed by his bed-head hair. you smile at him and press your lips to his forehead.

just as you’re getting up to start the day, haechan grabs your waist and pulls you back down, pinning your body down with his own. as he lies on top of you, arms trapping your torso, he looks up at you and whines, “don’t go,” before pouting and resting his head on your chest.

knowing that any effort to get him off would be futile, you settle back against your pillows and feel haechan’s grip on you tightening at your movement.

starting the day is never easy when haechan’s there.

── JAEMIN :

“i hate morning shifts,” you grumble as jaemin helps you secure the apron around your waist.

“now, now. it’s fun doing morning shifts with you, though.” jaemin grins at your grumpy face. he finds your need for an incredible amount of sleep absolutely adorable.

as the two of you get busy in the cafe, taking orders and helping prepare customers’ coffee, you get into your familiar rhythm. jaemin takes the orders, he passes the instructions to you, and you make the drinks. simple.

soon, two girls enter the cafe. the same two girls that are constantly skulking around the coffee shop, always eyeing jaemin and giggling to each other when jaemin spares them a smile out of courtesy. you notice them and furrow your brows.

the taller one walks up to the counter. she’s pretty. like, really pretty. honey brown hair that’s curled to perfection; a pair of huge doe eyes resting above high cheekbones, a tall, slim nose to finish it off. she even has cute freckles; a total sweetheart.

jaemin doesn’t even blink.

“hello there. i was wondering,” she says flirtatiously, her finger twirling her hair seductively. “are you perhaps free tonight? for dinner, i mean. with me.” she blinks innocently, even when it’s obvious she’s the furthest thing from innocent.

“i don’t think so-” you’re cut off by jaemin, who coolly waves a hand in front of you to stop you. you clench your fists - the audacity of this woman - but let him handle the situation.

“sorry, but i’m taken.” he gestures at you. “by the love of my life, the one standing right there with the cute frown.”

── CHENLE :

“my cutie’s up!” chenle exclaims as he notices your eyes fluttering open. he’s sitting with his legs crossed beside you, love and adoration overflowing in his gaze. he thinks you look so endearing in the morning, your hair messed up and your eyes squinting to adjust to the sunlight.

he gingerly takes your head and puts it on his lap, leaning down and stealing a kiss. then he smiles against your lips and sits up again, playing some music on his phone. the notes of the song perfect by ed sheeran roll off his tongue as he sings for you.

“oh darling you look perfect, and i don’t deserve this, you look perfect right now,” he substitutes the lyrics with his own to fit the current context, and you couldn’t be happier. his hands thread through your hair, massaging your scalp rhythmically, and you let out a sigh of contentment.

the next song that comes up is definitely more hype than perfect. it’s call me maybe by carly rae jepsen, and the two of you whoop as the beat comes in. standing up on the bed, you grab two hair brushes - one for chenle and one for you. you spend the next three minutes jamming to this iconic song, flipping your hair and singing into your “microphones”.

the moment the song is over, you collapse on top of one another and promptly fall asleep again.

── JISUNG :

when you walk back into the bedroom after your quick trip to the toilet, jisung is already lying belly-down on the sheets, his phone propped up against the pillows. he watches you walk in, and you notice how he can’t help but stare at the shirt you’re wearing.

it’s his favourite long-sleeved button-up, hanging loosely off your body. the sleeves are too long; they hide your hands such that only the things poking out are the very tips of your fingers. you aren’t even wearing bottoms - not that you need to. the shirt is long enough to cover what needs to be covered.

when you bend down and smirk at him knowingly, he breaks his gaze off and turns his attention back to his phone screen, shades of pink dusting the tips of his ears and his cheeks. you lie next to him in a similar position - belly on the sheets, with your elbows keeping your head up. he puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, and kisses your temple softly.

the youtube video starts playing. watching anything with jisung - movies, video clips, tiktoks - has become a regular habit on saturday mornings. you both laugh when something funny is shown, and jisung squishes his nose against your ear, breathing quietly into it.

oh, how he would love to freeze this moment with you.

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joyfullyjay · 3 years

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bet on it ♛ park jay

summary: okay, you swear that you and jay were going to tell his bandmates about your relationship. but you definitely didn’t expect them to find out like this.

pairing: park jongseong (jay) x fem!reader

warnings: slightly suggestive (making out), but this is literally a crap ton of fluff

“did you know all of your members have a bet on when we would get together?”

now, those were words that jay definitely did not expect to come out of your mouth when you stepped into the bedroom, which was conveniently devoid of all of his conniving band members at the moment.

“they what?!” jay’s eyes went wide under his wire-rimmed lenses, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

“you heard what i said jay,” you huffed, throwing yourself next to him on his bunk. “your sneaky little band mates have a bet on when we would get together.” you placed your head in his lap, feeling the small bits of embarrassment and anger that had built up inside of you at the situation dissipate as his long fingers began to play with your hair.

“how did you find this out?” jay asked, annoyance melting away as he failed to hold back a smile when you let out a contented hum as his fingers ran across your scalp.

“jake and sunghoon are horrible whisperers,” you told, letting out a light laugh. “i asked them where you were and while i was leaving the room i heard them say something about 20,000 won, you and me, and us being hopeless pining losers.”

jay laughed, head tossing back with his eyes disappearing slightly as he did so. your heart skipped a few beats as you looked up at him, a warmth spreading through your veins.

“on a scale of one to ten, how mad do you think they’ll be when we tell them we’ve been together for two months now?” a smirk spread across his face, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

yes, you and jay had officially gotten together two months ago. both of you weren’t exactly keeping your relationship a secret per se, it was just that you both didn’t enjoy pda and his members never asked whether or not you were together.

you and jay had an inexpiable closeness, so it was normal for the rest of the band to see you guys sitting just a tad too close on the couch, hands only centimetres from each other, or his head leaning on your shoulder.

there was also the fact that the rest of the band loved to talk, and both you and jay were apprehensive of the possibility that someone could blurt out your secret during a live.

“hm,” you raised your hand to your chin and began stroking it in thought. “i’d say a solid 8.”

jay nodded in agreement, taking a small section of your hair and beginning to braid it as thoughts began to run through his brain.

“do you think it’s time we told them? i wanna see their faces when they realize they all lost this bet of theirs.”

you raised your eyebrow. “is that the only reason you wanna tell them?” there was a teasing glint in your eyes, and jay responded by rolling his own.

“and because i want them to know you’re mine and i’m yours,” he paused, hands stilling in your hair for a few moments. “and i want to be able to hold and kiss you in front of them without having to hide.”

“that’s what i thought,” you sang, a smile on your face as you sat up from your position on his lap. jay lamented for a moment in the fact that his near-perfect braid sat half done on your head, but his disappointment was immediately gone as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “i agree, let’s tell them now.”

“now as is now or now as in later?” he asked, pushing his hair back with one hand and using the other to grab you by the waist and pulling you onto his lap.

your back was now to his chest, heart blooming in content as he started to press gentle kisses to the side of your neck. you laughed softly and leaned into his touched, eyes closing as you relished in the sensation of his lips on your skin.

“i guess later would work better, hm?” you sighed, head tilting slightly to allow him better access to the smooth expanse of your skin. jay pulled away from your neck, and you nearly let out a whine at the loss of contact.

“you read my mind.”

with that he placed his hand on your cheek, turning your head so his lips could finally meet yours. the kiss was soft and slow, but filled you with such a warmth that you felt as if your heart would explode.

you shifted your body to face him more, deepening the kiss as your legs dangled over the edge of the bunk. jay’s hands settled on your waist, hiking up your shirt a bit as his thumbs drew soft circles into your skin.

he pulled away yet again, the two of you in a breathless daze as he sent you a heart-melting smile.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, gazing adoringly at your flushed features. he gently squeezed at your hips, hands traveling so they rested on the skin of your lower back.

“and you’re so very handsome.” you grinned cheekily, raising your hand to brush a few strands of freshly dyed black hair out of his face. your fingers lingered for a moment over his temple before settling on his cheek. he leaned into your touch and smiled, causing your heart to flutter in ways it never had before.

jay leaned back in and pecked your lips once, twice, three times; enjoying the way that your smile grew with each touch that your mouth made with his. he pulled you in for another kiss, this time long and sensual, sending a shiver up your spine and butterflies to fly rampant in your stomach.

“i love you so much,” he muttered into the kiss, not wanting to break the intimate contact that he was taking much delight in.

“i love you too-”

“jay hyung, jake hyung was wondering if- OH MY GOD MY POOR INNOCENT EYES!” you and jay were stopped dead in your tracks as jungwon burst into the room without warning, clearly not expecting to see the two of you in such a compromising position.

it was as if a freeze ray had hit you and your boyfriend, because instead of pushing off of him (as one would normally do), you stayed perched on jay’s lap, too stunned to move a single muscle. jay was the exact same, hands still placed unmovingly underneath your shirt.

you were planning on telling the others about your relationship, but this was definitely not how you wanted them to find out.

jungwon’s loud exclamation had caught the attention of the others, who almost immediately appeared in the doorway as well. one by one their jaws dropped, taking in the sight of messy hair, swollen lips and flushed complexions.

“what the hell?”

sunghoon’s voice rang clear in your ears, the black haired boy taking the liberty of shoving his hand over ni-ki’s eyes in order to maintain the innocence of their youngest.

“uh,” for all the languages that jay knew, he was at a complete loss for words as his eyes flickered rapidly from you to his bandmates.

“just ‘best friends’ my ass,” sunoo scoffed, folding his arms across his chest and pouting.

it was then that you realized that you should definitely get the hell off of jay’s lap, prompting you to shove your boyfriend back and hop off of him, choosing instead to sit on the edge of the bed.

“well, hey guys?” you offered an awkward smile, sending a little wave to the shocked group of boys hovering in the doorway.

“i just caught you smacking faces with jay hyung and that’s all you have to say?” jungwon exclaimed, eyes still as wide as ever.

“uh, yeah?” you were still unsure of what to say in the very awkward situation that you had caught yourself in, and jay had seemingly turned to stone next to you, so he was being no help at all.

the boys all groaned collectively, and you’re pretty sure that sunghoon face-palmed with the hand that wasn’t still covering ni-ki’s innocent eyes.

“wait, so are you guys dating now?” jake’s voice had an undertone of excitement, laced with genuine curiosity. the others’ shock was also wearing off, and they instictually began to lean in closer to hear better.

not wanting to reveal this by yourself, you elbowed jay lightly, finally knocking him out of his stupor. he looked at you with confusion, and you quickly pulled him in to whisper into his ear.

“he asked if we’re dating now,” you explained quietly, and he nodded in understanding.

he cleared his throat. “yes, we’re dating.”

the room erupted with noise at jay’s confirmation, a mixture of cheering, congratulations, and general sounds of excitement. you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, your boyfriend taking the opportunity to snake his arm around your waist and pull you back onto his lap. his chin came to rest of your shoulder, eyes glistening fondly as his bandmates voiced their elation at the confirmation of your relationship.

“wait!” sunghoon’s voice cut clear through the sounds, and the room silenced almost immediately. “when did you two get together?”

their eyes all locked onto you and jay, and if you thought that the tension in the room was stifling earlier, it was nothing compared to right now. every single gaze was locked onto your form (even ni-ki was staring, after managing to pry sunghoon’s hand off of him during the commotion earlier), and it seemed like they were all holding their breaths in anticipation.

you shared a glance with jay, having a quick telepathic moment as you stifiled back a smirk.

“two months ago.”

it took a few moments for the information to sink into their brains after hearing yours and jay’s synchronised words, but after they had processed what you had just said, all hell broke loose.

jake was yelling incoherently, slumped dramatically in the doorway at his loss. sunoo and ni-ki were in a similar state of mind, while the others had began to lament in ways that were as equally dramatic.

“two months?!”

“are you serious?”

“wait, does this mean i lost?”

“how the hell did you hide this from us for two whole months?”

the noise quieted down at heeseung’s question, and six pairs of eyes were now turned towards you and jay yet again.

jay shrugged. “you never asked.”

more yelling. again. if you were being frank, your ears were beginning to hurt with the amount of chaos happening right in front of you. and it was clear that jay was at the end of his patience, judging by the way his face was beginning to screw up in annoyance.

“oi! calm down you guys!” his voice yelled above the commotion, the members falling silent as they caught wind of jay’s irritation. once he realized that the boys had finally reached a state of calm, his features and voice softened. “we’re sorry we didn’t tell you all sooner, we just wanted to make sure we were both secure in our relationship before telling anyone. we also didn’t want to risk anyone accidentally spilling our secret, but genuinely, we’re sorry about not telling you all.” you nodded in agreement with your boyfriend’s words, carefully surveying the boys for their reactions.

jake sighed, standing up straight and eyes softening. “we understand.” the rest of the members nodded along with his sentiment. “being in a relationship is tough as is, and given the fact that we’re idols, it probably makes it even harder.”

“thank you guys for understanding, it really means a lot to us.” you smiled, lacing your fingers together with jay’s from where his hand rested on your thigh. the room’s atmosphere began to relax, returning to it’s normal cheeriness that it normally was when the boys were around.

“oh! there’s one more thing,” you piped up, and the boys all froze in their place, slowly turning to look at you. “if i catch you guys making any more bets on our relationship, i will personally throw away all of the ramen in this household and put glue in your shampoo.” pure fear made its way onto their faces at your words, and an odd sense of satisfaction settled in your body at the sight.

“that’s my girl.” jay smirked at his members, before looking at you with sickeningly sweet eyes. you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, relishing in the way it made the other boys begin to fake gag and cover their eyes at your now open affection.

“and that’s our queue to leave,” heeseung called out, beginning to herd the rest of the boys out of the room. soon enough you and jay were the only ones left in the bedoroom, the yelling of the boys becoming more faint with each second.

heeseung began to close the door, but not before poking his head in one final time.

“just a quick reminder that all of us do sleep in here, including our dearest baby niki, so if you do anything dirty here you’ll be desecrating the sleeping place of a precious child so-”

“aish, just get out of here!” jay yelled, throwing a pillow at the doorway. heeseung’s eyes widened and he quickly shut the door, missing the flying pillow by only a millisecond.

once you were truly alone, the two of you sat in silence for a few moments, mulling over the chaotic ten minutes you had just experienced.

“so, that just happened like that?”

“yup, it definitely did.”

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #park jay #jay enhypen #park jay imagines #enha #enha fluff #enhypen fanfiction #park jongseong

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oopskashish · 3 years

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Her sweet love

A/N: this is for the writing challenge of @heloisedaphnebrightmore and @haracelovestruck . I enjoyed writing this so much, thank you for organizing the event💘

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Summary: After a lil prank of Y/N's friend, Draco takes care of her.

Warnings: a bit of a prank, a lil drowning but it doesn't happen too much, and too much fluff

Y/N and Emma were walking along side with the Black Lake, chattering away in the mildly cold weather of early November.

"My little brother has this obsession with those Weasley products and ended up spending his entire monthly allowance on puking pastilles." Emma laughed.

"You know, he is going to get money out of you." Y/N says idly, looking at the the clouded canvas of the sky, painted in the shades of greys and dull blue, somehow still looking beautiful.

"He can try."

"He was successful last year." Y/N murmur, pulling the sleeves of her sweater to cover her cold hands.

"That was last year." Emma insisted.

"If you say so." She replies, halting to look at the lake. The lively shades of turquoise was dancing fascinatingly in the waters where the giant squid and merfolks resided.

"You know," said Emma with a notorious twinkle in her brown eyes, "you can take a dip if you want."

Before y/n could have processed a word of her friend, she was in the water, with a force stinging her skin a little. She opened her eyes only to close them again. She pushed her way to the surface, and she gasped for the air.

The chill of the air combined with that of water was enough to freeze. Her teeth chattered, as she squeezed her eyes shut with her mouth gaping to inhale as much oxygen she could.

Emma had her head thrown back, her contagious laughter filling in the empty silence. Emma hunched over, trying to control her giggles, however the attempt was pathetic.

Y/N scowled and swam to the edge. She grasped her friend's ankle and pulled an unsuspecting Emma into the water.

Now it was her turn to laugh as Emma too gasped for air as she came to the surface. Y/N giggles as her furious friend glared at her and splashed water.

The splash war began, both of them laughing as they were practically drowning one another.

"STOP!"

The pair turned to a pair of Slytherin and a Ravenclaw.

"Hi Draco." Y/N smiles at the boy with clenched jaw and his eyes furious but the concern in them made her relax under his stare which would have normally made someone scared.

"Get out of the water, you two." Oscar says, a bit too sternly for their liking.

"Its just some good fun, love." Emma bats her eyelashes innocently at her boyfriend.

"Y/N will get sick," Draco snaps.

"And so will you." Oscar adds.

The girls sighed in frustration as they were pulled out of the water by the help of their friends.

Oscar was fussing over his girlfriend, muttering enchantments that would warm her shivering figure.

While Draco swished his wand, moodily muttering the spell which dried her clothes. She was still quaking with the chill that seemed to bury in her bones.

"Come here, I can warm you up." He mutters, taking her hand and pulling her closer. He took off his warm robes and sweater, leaving himself in a thin shirt.

"You'll get cold, Draco." Y/N pouts.

"You are already quivering," he states. "Arms up."

Y/N reluctantly raises her arms and lets him pull down the warm woolen sweater, and then he wraps her up his robe, checking over her once again.

Y/N was however ecstatic because of the scent that his clothes had. The expensive cologne blended in with cinnamon and apples, the green ones of course, with a touch of parchment was so captivating, and so uniquely him.

"I have told you so many times to not go into the lake when it's cold, but you never listen to me. Now look at you, being so cold." He grumbled, pulling her into his chest and wrapping his arms around her to keep her warm.

She leaned into him, loving how he rubbed his warm hands against her back. His concern made her melt into a puddle of love that was only meant for him, and no one else.

"Ah, someone had a dunk in the lake?" Blaise smirks, walking towards them.

Draco didn't say a word but took his friend's scarf and wrapped it around Y/N's neck.

"OI!"

"Shut it, Zabini." Draco snaps, pulling Y/N closer to himself, taking her cold hands and rubbing them.

"You're still freezing," he grumbles against her cheek, holding her impossibly close to his warm body. He had taken her hands in his and brought near his mouth and was blowing warm air into them, as he rubbed them.

"You don't need to do this, Draco." Y/N pesters, trying to take her hands away so that she can give back the scarf but Draco didn't let her do it.

"Let's get you a hot chocolate." Draco pulls her away from the group to lead her to the castle.

"My bag!" She exclaims, trying to stop him. Draco only twirled his wand in his fingers and flicked it, the bag swiftly coming towards the two of you. He took it and swung it on his shoulders.

Draco noticed how their steps were perectly synchronised, and unknowingly he smiled. With her on his side, he has started admiring little things in life and was slowly starting to appreciate them too.

"Draco?" She asks sweetly.

"Yes, love?" He glances at her.

"Thank you."

"Anytime."

Y/N leaned more into his arms. He was somehow still warm in the windy weather. She had wrapped both her hands around his, letting his body heat bleed into her.

Draco enjoyed holding her this close, and he smiles as he watched her play with the rings that were cladding his slender fingers.

He ignored all the stares towards them and led her to the kitchens. He tickled the pear of the painting and the door opened. He had practically molded his best friend into his side as they entered.

"Master Draco, Mistress Y/N! What can we get you?" The house elves ask, gathering around them.

"Only some hot chocolate, nothing else." Draco said in a dismissive tone.

"Be polite." She whispered into his ear. Draco did nothing but pulled her into a hug, resting his cheek against her wet hair which were air drying themselves.

"I'm sorry if I was mean to you but I can't have you falling sick, sweetheart." He murmurs in her ear, and a shiver ran down her back at their closeness.

"Sorry." She croons into his chest, keeping her blushing face hidden there.

"Don't say that." He whispers back, running his fingers though her hair and untangling some knots. He smiled a little at the warm feeling that was spreading from his chest into his entire body by holding her close.

She gave him the surreal amount of happiness and warmth that he never knew existed. Her smile was enough to make his bad days into good ones.

He remembered seeing her in his second year when he was having a duel with Potter in the middle of the hallway. She ended up being hit by a hex and Draco didn't know why, but he ran to her and made sure she was alright.

From there, their friendship bloomed. It took a while for them to get closer, but after that stage, they have been inseparable. Even Lucius took a liking for her, which was both suprising yet not so surprising.

Y/N was a half blood and a Hufflepuff, which was already guaranteeing her to get in the line of people Lucius hates, but it was easy to love her. She was intelligent and charming, without even trying.

It took a while but Lucius come to terms with her well enough while Narcissa absolutely adored her with everything she has in herself.

While Draco, he was ready to summon universe if that's what it meant to see that winsome smile that invades his thoughts at any second of the day. He found perfection in her imperfections, thoroughly convinced that she is a wonder that somehow has blessed his life, and he loved her with all his heart and soul.

"Sir?" He heard the squeaky voice of the house elf. He parted away from his best friend and took the two mugs, and y/n took hers from his hand before he could have protested.

But subtly it made him happy because he could have an arm wrapped around her waist. They both went out of the kitchens and wordlessly made their way to the Slytherin common room.

Draco said the password and led her inside. He took her to his private dorm, which he got by his father's money request.

Draco opened the dorm for her, letting her go inside first to which she murmur a quick thank you. Draco let her keep their mugs of hot chocolate on his study table while he searched for some warm clothes.

He pulled out a black sweatshirt and joggers of the same colour and handed them to her. She made her way to the washroom and changed into them, folding the hem of the pants twice so that it could fit her waist.

When she came back, Draco had changed into some comfortable clothes and was sitting on the bed, staring at the fire.

She took this moment to admire the masterpiece of the human he is. The fire was making his silky white hair almost sparkle while his deep grey eyes were focused on the fire.

His elbows were on his knees and his hands were clasped together. His whole body was relaxed into the position and he was looking effortlessly glorious.

He was beyond enthralling to her, confident and head strong to his belief though some of his values changed after he met her. She was happy that he grew out of bullying and changed into a boy who was still brooding, but lovely as ever.

Draco's eyes snapped to her figure which was drowning in his sweatshirt. A small smile tugged at his lips as he watched her pad towards him, her cheeks warm with a delightful blush. They wordlessly took their mugs and sat down in front of the fire.

"Would you mind?" Draco asks her, his heart pumping faster as he gestured her to sit in his lap. She smiled a little and sat in his lap, letting his arms wrap around her and cuddle into her small figure.

She took out her wand and accioed her bag that was on the couch. She rummaged through it and took out a packet.

"What's this?" Draco asks in a whisper.

"Mini marshmallows." She answered, taking a handful and putting them in her drink.

"Would you like to try some?" She blinked up at him.

"Sure."

She put in some in his drink too, then packed it up and levitated her bag back to couch. She leaned against his chest, as she stretched her legs.

Draco gingerly tried it, his eyes widening after the sip. "Salazar, this is incredible. Why don't wizards have it?"

"Because muggles are better." She smiled up at him as he narrowed his eyes at her. "Anyway, this is he tiny version of a marshmallow. Usually they're this big." She showed the measurement by her thumb and index finger.

"Why do you like the mini ones then?" Draco asks her, pulling her closer to him.

"Well, when I was little-"

"Was?" Draco interrupts her, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

She narrowed her eyes into a glare, her nose scrunching up as she did so. She got even more annoyed when he smiled at her.

"As much as I love you and respect you, your anger barely intimidates me." Draco chuckles at her.

"I can be very scary." She states.

"You indeed look very intimidating as you hold this cup by both your hands, wearing my clothes that are practically drowning you, as you sit in my lap. I am terrified." He laughs.

She started to get off his lap but his arms wrapped around her waist before she could have done so.

"Noooo." He whined, pulling her impossibly closer and burying his head in her neck, his arms firmly wrapper around her waist. "Don't go, I am sorry, love."

Y/N smiled, this side of Draco was unseen by the world. The one that wanted affection all the time, the side that made her heart flutter in delight whenever it came out when they were alone.

"Draco." She croons, her hand sliding into those silky hair.

He hummed back in response, pressing a kiss on her neck.

"You're sweet, really really sweet." She whispers softly.

"Only to you." Draco states, pulling away and looking into her eyes as his hand slid up, along her side and then cupping her face. His eyes shamelessly fell on her lips and he stared at them, resisting himself the pleasure of devouring her lips.

Y/N heart melted as she watched the boy she loved so hopelessly look at her lips like that. As if he wanted her, just like she wanted him. She nodded at him when he looked at her for permission.

Draco lowered his head and gently brushed his lips against hers, his soul exploding at the gentle touch. He reached out for one of her legs which were sprawled across his lap, and placed it on his other side of the hip and pulled her closer.

He memorised those sinfully addicting lips which made see heaven with closed eyes. The sweetness of her lips due to hot chocolate was unparalleled and all he wanted was to kiss her till the sun couldn't shine.

Y/N mewled against his lips when he tilted his head and kissed her deeply. She was getting drunk off the kiss which had her head spinning. Her hands fisted the fabric of his sweatshirt, trying her best not to moan into the kiss.

Her head was getting heavier with pleasure and she pulled away for oxygen, resting her head against his chest, her eyes closed as she panted. She was still clutching his sweatshirt for some reason she neither knew nor cared to find out.

"You just kissed me." She awed, opening her eyes to look at the boy who was already looking down at her with disbelief in his eyes, but the way he held her so endearingly made her know that he was only shocked due to the bliss.

"I think so."

She smiled at him. "And you are not apologizing for once."

"No, sorry," he breathed, burying his head in her hair. "Sorry for not doing this sooner."

She smiled as she lifted his head, cupping that beautiful face she loved so much. "Don't apologise." She whispers, gently rubbing her thumbs against his jaw. He leaned into her touch, a soft sigh escaping his oh-so-kissable lips.

"I love you," she croons, making him snap his head towards her in surprise.

Those beautiful words that he so longed to hear from her were finally said and Draco couldn't feel anything but happiness that bursted into his chest and echoed in his bones.

His tongue went dry when tried to say those words back. He couldn't, he just couldn't.

So he leaned in and kissed her again, making her roll her eyes back into her sockets as he kissed her deeper, more hungrily as if he had been starving for her presence for eternities and now she is finally her.

She smiled into the kiss, not being able to resist to do so. She knew saying those words will be tough for him, but she was happy.

She didn't need to hear something she felt every single second they spent time together.

He always looked out for her, making sure she is comfortable with whatever is happening around them or otherwise it had to change. Whether it was the situation or the people, Draco dealt with everyone who dared to upset her in terrifying manner.

He always held her close to him, as if she was the stars to his sky. He walked her to every class even if it meant sprinting down half a dozen of stairs to reach his class within 2 minutes, he was ready to do it.

That overwhelming urge to make her happy showed her that he loved her unconditionally. His heart was hers and hers only for this life and all lives to come.

Draco parted away, panting. He smiled back at her, his heart fluttering when he saw that winsome smile stretched across her lips. He leaned in and kissed her smile, whispering how much he loved her without uttering a word.

He picked her up as he stood up and carried her to his bed. He laid her down, and hovered over her.

"My sweet girl." He whispered, pressing tiny loving kisses all over her face which made her giggle loudly, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders.

"Stay the night?" He asks her, pressing a kiss on her nose and then leaning away just a little.

"Okay." She whispers.

They drowned each other in love, holding onto each other as letters of a word, clinging onto each other to have some meaning.

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tevatstavern · 3 years

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Yang overload.

- Chongyun's positive (Yang) energy seemed to have gotten stronger lately, and it's starting to get out of hand more often than needed. Maybe a little talk about it won't hurt.

[chongyun x g.n reader] [no t.w] [slight fluff]

a.n I do apologize if they're always slight fluff, ehe I'm no good at fluffy fluffy yet! And the short summaries too;; (´；ω；｀)

-•-

After a while of nothing but staring at the beautiful sight around Liyue in Wanmin, you've suddenly felt suspicious with Chongyun's present behaviour.

He seemed a little dazed, it was also accompanied with a emotionless face. You would've thought he was reflecting on his life as an exorcist. But, no. It wasn't anything like that all!

Infact, it was the complete opposite.

All he could ponder about in his mind was you. Though, It may seem like it was way too cheesy and unromantic to him. After all, he didn't have the time to have such fun or acquire a small crush on a person.

But that seemed to changed today.

With a sigh, you stirred your iced water with a graceful slide with your fingers. The ice cubes clinking slightly when touching the inner parts of the glass cup.

It was no secret that you were gifted a vision by the gods. It was no different on how the others had gotten them as well.

Flabbergasted by the sudden news, you immediately made your mind up to help the ones in dire need with your vision! Of course, it wasn't always a perfect and clean run helping out, but the compensation were definitely rewarding.

After all, with great power comes with great responsibility.

Well, to start off your day, you went ahead and tried to find a glimpse of a blue haired exorcist during the marketplace below, early in the morning. Since he seems to be here for a reason, and definitely was not intended on resting.

So you decided to tag along with him before and during his commissions given by Katheryne.

It was a mess trying to clean up the scattered Cor Lapis that suddenly spurred out of his hands the second he turned around to see you waving. And by total accident, you've managed to blow 1 away from the ground and straight to the ocean.

You've never felt so guilty yet quite amused this year. Wincing, as he came back drenched, bangs almost fully covering his eyes. The wooden planks also wet from his steps.

"Sorry! I- I seriously still don't know how to control this well! I'm so sorry-"

"Its alright, All that matters now is that I've gotten my Cor Lapis back. It would've been a disaster if it swept across oceans. It was good I manage to swim my way there on time."

And Giving him his homemade ice popsicles didn't even do the trick at all!

"..."

"...so, feel better?"

"No. The heat is slowly rising up an- and I can't seem to stop it- I- I think I might've eaten something hot while I was chewing!"

"Want me to make a sweeter version instead? Or do you want me to fetch some Cyro Whopperflower's real quick instead?"

"It- it's alright! just make the popsicles please!"

This weekend, chaos was happening more frequently around him, and you were sure it was bound to continue like this in the next weeks. Besides, you weren't sure if he was in the right mindset this afternoon after all the things that had happened this morning.

Of course you knew he was strong enough to handle such issues and problems himself! But, maybe it's time for you to intervene.

And so, with a nervous glint in your eyes, you opened up your mouth, "Hey.." you spoke out, His eyes seemingly snapping back into reality as soon as he heard your voice, before making an eye contact with you.

"Huh? What is it? My apologies, it seems like I've dozed off.." apologizing, he immediately averted his eyes. Oh dear, is he heating up quicker than usual?

"Its alright, really. I just wanted to ask if there was anything wrong lately. Uh, like your Yang energy?"

"It's nothing to worry about.. Recently, my Yang energy has gotten stronger over the past few weeks and I've been trying to restraint it as much as I can." He confessed, clearing his throat in the process before lifting one of his hands up to grab his iced drink.

With a tilt of a head, you hummed in response. "I don't know about you, but I think that's something to worry about. Any explanations on how it gotten stronger?"

"No, sadly. I'm still trying to find the reasons to it, still no luck. But that's not what matters now, we still have a commission we haven't done yet."

"Wait what? I

thought we finished them all already!"

"Ah.. about that, its not really a commission but instead, clues and information's on spirits I've managed to get a hold of."

"And who did you get it from?"

"Xingqiu, he truly is a good friend, isn't he? With this much research and clues, we'll surely find a good one amongst these papers!" With a small and gentle smile, he sends it towards you. Placing the papers right in front, your eyes scanning through each information given.

'A Blue haired demon destroying a cart of popsicles in Qingce Village?'

"..of course." Ending the topic with a sigh, you took a sip of your water, watching as the sunset slowly get overtaken by the moon and stars. Chongyun did the exact same thing as well, watching as the skies split apart to show the bright moon.

Oh dear, did he managed to catch feelings for you during his travels? He could feel his heart beating.

Touching his face with his hand, he felt the heat slowly becoming more apparent. Sneaking a glance of you near him, his eyes softened.

How would he even confess to you? It was hard confessing without feeling so mushy and awkward, but now, since his Yang energy gotten stronger, it was impossible to even spit the words out at all!

It was in a perfect scenario already! There was barely any customers near, the night sky, with you by his side. It was all set. All he had to do was tell you and everything would be complete!

With a shaky hand, he gripped the glass before sighing. 'Alright, all I have to do is tell them before it's too late!'

Feeling his cheeks heat more than it did before,

He then sputtered out his confession.

"[ y.n ]. There's something important and urgent I need to tell you." Grabbing your attention immediately, you snapped your eyes towards Chongyun. "Yeah? What is it?"

With both of your eyes interlocked with one another, your heartbeats beating in a synchronised beat- you felt like this was a dream. This exact scenario that went through your head before.

His comforting yet sharp eyes staring directly at you with such intense passion, you felt like you could melt at the sight of it. The street lights and lamps that illuminate his face, and the blush plastered across his face was enough for you to replicate the same expression.

"[ y.n ] , uhm.. I.."

"Yeah?"

"Uh, I...."

Oh, well, this wasn't going as planned for him was it?

Nervously gulping, he averted his eyes from you. Watching you stare at him with a blush apparent on your face was enough to make him feel heated up and embarrassed.

Raising his hands, he gripped them together for support. "I..." He spoke, slowly turning his words into incoherent words, mumbling silently to himself before the heat finally got the best of him.

Immediately noticing how red he've gotten, you hastily replied to him to calm down. Grabbing his hand by the action, and gently letting him take hold of the iced drink himself.

But alas, it only worsened as he realized you were holding his hand for a mere second.

"Chongyun!" You yelled out, quickly getting out of your seat before grabbing ahold of him by the arm, the wind blowing in slightly to prevent him from falling over quickly.

Settling him back to his seat in the Wanmin restaurant, you sighed. The blush still visible in your face. The fire behind you cackling as footsteps from another person suddenly is being heard.

Giving your full attention to the entrance, your shoulders tensing up in anticipation, as you waited patiently. The footsteps growing louder and louder, only to be relieved that it was Chef Mao.

"Hey! Didn't know you two were still here, I was about to close up the restaurant." He grinned, walking inside the restaurant as he immediately went tidying up.

"Oh, we were just watching the sunset. I guess we've stayed for too long." You chuckled, Chef Mao could only laugh in return.

"Wayyy too long. Well, you might need to ask for some help if you need to lift a man up." He replied, his words motioning to Chongyun. His back faced to you as he placed the utensils back to their places.

You shook your head in disagreement, despite the fact you knew he couldn't see you. "Nono, it's alright. I think I can bring him to Wangshu Inn with no problem. So, How about I help you clean up, Chef Mao?"

"If you say so, and of course, I couldn't say no to that, even if I wanted to!"

Chongyun awoken with a groan, his hands immediately shielding him from the sun rays that sneakily came through the window binds.

"Huh..? Where am I?" He muttered to himself, eyes blinking twice, before he sat upright. Taking a quick scan around his surroundings, he immediately knew where he was.

"Wangshu Inn. But why am I covered in-" his sentence was cut of by the sight of you sitting down on a chair, your head laying on top of the bed. Your lips curling slightly downwards probably from the dream you're having.

Eyes widening slightly, he took the peaceful image of you in his mind. You looked so graceful sleeping,

despite your messy hair that managed to look quite fluffy to touch. The soft rays of light shining through, your body illuminating softly, giving you such an angelic aura. It almost felt like a dream to him aswell.

With a smile, he patted your hair, running his fingers through your hair. Even if it was tangled. Before placing a small yet gentle kiss on top of your forehead.

He doesn't remember anything that had happened to him during that night, like all the memories have been swiped away from him in a millisecond.

But, he was greatful to have a peaceful morning with you finally in it this time.

#genshinimpact #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin chongyun #chongyun x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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15 from angst + 4,6 from fluff w gwaysin 🥺

{prompt list - “I told you not to fall in love with me.”, “OH you’re jealous!” & “Please just kiss me already.”}

“come back to bed, sweetheart,” you hear grayson groan from beside you. rolling over after having been woken up from his content slumber, by the cold empty feeling of you climbing out of his embrace and his bed. he watched as you scrambled around, trying to find your scattered clothes and piece together the eventful antics of the night before. one you told yourself you would never encounter again, yet here you were.

“can't, gotta study date with gavin in 20 minutes.. have you seen my bra?” you refuse to pay grayson the slighest bit of attention. one leg hanging out of your pants as you hop around on the other foot to try sqeeze them on in a hurry. your top half bare, making grayson lick his lips and crave you even more. he had to blink a couple to times, adjusting to the light in order to confirm that you were real. that the night before wasn’t just a figment of his imagine.

“is that the loser who kept blowing up your phone, whilst i was balls deep inside your little pussy?” grayson teased, a cocky smirk on his lips as he watched you become all flushed and feed him the reaction he was hoping for.

you tried your hardest not to show how much his words effected you, travailing straight to your core as you blushed and shyed away from him. you brushed it off, rolling your eyes and simply ignoring his remarks as you continue to dress yourself. smoothing your hair out with your fingers as tried to make yourself look as presentable as possible for your study date. after a night of being dicked down but the best dick you’ve ever received, you were struggling to do so. truly, you didn't want to leave the safety of grayson’s arms. you would much rather spend the day basking in the feeling of grayson dolan, rather than bore yourself to death with a guy from your math class that simply wouldn't take no for an answer.

your slience bugs grayson, prompting him to swing his legs over the side of bed and sit up straight to watch your figure. the duvet covering his lower half as he was completely bare underneath, yet it wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before. grayson so desperately wanted to reach out and hold you in his arms, feel the softness of your skin against his fingertips. but he had to reframe himself, you were friends with benefits- nothing more, you weren’t his to hold. you made that pretty clear on your first hook up.

pinkies interlocked with each other, staring deeply into graysons mesmerising eyes a moment too long, you had to catch yourself before you fall. (too late)- you make a deal that would not only break your own heart, but graysons as well.

“just sex, no strings attached...ok?”

“erm, yeah sure. no feelings, got it. don't go falling in love me with, dolan”

damn grayson wished he could rewind time and take back every word. he would kick himself for the rest of his life, beat himself up over the fact he never fully claimed you as his no matter how much he wished to.

“sweetheart-” his words cause a sigh to leave your lips, your back muscles tensed as you freeze in position. already knowing what he was about to say, you could cut the tension with a knife.

“stay with me- please. im sure gavin can caluate his stupid numbers without you being there. i need you more.”

“OH you’re jealous!” you turn to face grayson, a small smirk spreading on your lips as you could easily detect the bitterness and jealousy laced in his tone. crossing your arms over your chest as you look at at him pointedly, waiting for his next movements to determine how far this goes.

you make meaningful eye contact with him as you watch him chuck on the old pair of boxers he throw off in hurry pior to finding himself between your legs, he ran his fingers through his mattered hair that you spent hours pulling on and made his way over to you. standing directly in front of your defeated body as he reaches down to hold onto your waist. his piercing stare bringing you under his spell as his fingers trace delicate shapes on your hip bone. you share a look of mutual understanding, you could read frayson like a book and you knew exactly where this was heading.

“i told you not to fall in love with me, dolan,” you couldnt even stop yourself from locking your hands together behind his neck. your fingers trialing along the loose stands of hair as his own grip on you only gets tighter. it felt right being entlaged with you, it felt natural and made grayson believe he was the luckiest man alive.

“i know you feel it too, baby.” grayson’s words are just above a whisper. his eyes flickering from your own hypnotising ones, to your lips he urged to taste. they looked so full and pink, he desired to run his tongue across them, pulling and biting at your lower lip as you whimpered and moaned his favourite sounds below him.

when you say nothing, your eyes shifting to look down to the floor and becoming interested in your odds socks, unable to deny the truth his words held, grayson knew in that moment, he got exactly what he wanted- you.

“please just kiss me already.” thats all it took for grayson to slowly but surly lean in. his lips brushing against yours briefly, making your breathing hitch when you feel him him stall.

“tell me you love me.”

“gray-”

“tell me you love me, baby and i’ll happily give you all the kisses your pretty heart desires.” you could feel his hot breath of bounce of your skin as he whispered every word. making you melt under his fingertips and gaze, leaning further into his body for support when your legs trembled.

“i love you, grayson.. so much.

grayson let out the biggest sigh of relief, a contagious smile filling his features as he finally closes the gap between you. your lips working in synchronisation to create sparks. the kiss felt different to the rest, sure you have locked lips many a time before, in your most compromising and intimate positions. but this one kiss, was a kiss of life and raw emotion. time stopped , your knees weakened as all that mattered in that very moment was the feeling of grayson’s soft lips against your own. how grayson invaded all of your senses and let you live out the moment you had dreamed off every since you locked eyes- the moment you realised he was your destiny.

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itachiiwrites · 3 years

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Aurora.

Jihyun x fem!mc, pure smut, explicit language, read with caution.

Summary: Jihyun always loved secrets, and mc digs out one of the most harmless and mischievous one.

During his two year voyage, there was this one last thing that was kept in the shadows from her, it surely was harmless but something quite unexpected from a person like Jihyun, she vividly could remember Saeyoung mentioning that he could almost see a halo over the mop of his crazy mint hair, however now it striked her that the man himself had denied such claims of being nearly as innocent and ‘holy’ as the ginger called it. The mischievous secret was shrouded right inside the loose drawer below his nightstand, a collection of various erotic poems it was, the mere thought of the cerulean haired male being interested in such prosiacs made her cheeks flush with excitement.

Even when now he was back, the fact that she had gone through his not so prized possessions was locked and buried deep inside her heart, and the key was tossed irresponsibly, and the irresponsibility meant her ever growing urge and interest into those poetries, not as if Jihyun would ever learn about it, right?

One of the days in their hermit lifestyle as a couple, her husband had been endlessly working on the muse he had picked right at the dawn, while the sky was still birthing it’s blues, the soft lilac slowly swirling away, there wouldn’t be a better opportunity to get her hands on the crisp and slightly foxed and aged paper of the books, accompanied by an aromatic cup of jasmine tea, which both of them had tried together only in a recent few weeks, JIhyun being a bit hasty over his immaculate choices while it came to selection of tea, which she did find utterly adorable.

Today, she had been feeling particularly lazy, and so she indulged herself to be huddled up in the overly fleecy mattress and sheets, as she still felt the same way even after her regular morning routine and a session of stretching. The worry of being caught was nowhere in sight by far, but then her body slightly flinched at a sudden touch,right around the area of her belly, she relaxed at the familiarity of her husband’s paint clad hands but involuntarily tensed back up, it struck her that she was caught red handed. MC, bit her lip, her face searing into a bright pink but it was all hidden and kept away by the book curtaining her face.

“I never deemed you as someone who’d be interested in Bukowski.”

“Well...he’s certainly not my favourite, I never like the use of crude language too much.” He answered her statement followed by a sigh, her eyes peaked over him from the top of the book, he gazed back at her with his bright valiant blue eyes, flashing her his priceless dimpled smile.

In the wash of the new light, his face took on the appearance of an old photograph, one of nostalgia, so beautiful. She watched as it brought his skin into focus, not yet animated with the warmth of who he is, for she was still in the land of dreams. And since there was no better thing to do but to bring her body so close that their hearts synchronised, She wanted to hug Jihyun, but he surely had different plans.

“Keep reading darling, out loud. Which poetry is it again?” He ordered, making her eyes widen at the sudden shift in his demeanor, she gulped down in shyness, answering his question in a low voice, “6 foot goddess..” she smiled, watching his expression turn just as playful while his eyes now clouded with an intense desire, a gasp left her lips when he slid off her panties in a swift motion.

“Excellent, keep..reading.” He spoke in his usual serene voice, but with a small tone of impatience to it.

“I’m big..I suppose that’s why my women always seem small.” The first lines did not make her waver as he was only laying his head on her bosom, but his hands had been wandering around like how a moth does around a tube light, he hummed reaching to slide up her comfortable cotton gown, one hand fondling with her breast while his tongue gingerly lapped at her nipple and she let out a shaky breath, moving on to the next lines as he had seemed to lead along the lines of the poem too. Tease.

“But this six foot goddess who deals in real estate and art and flies from Texas to see me and I fly to Texas to see her-” he had now reached near the area of her navel, planting tender kisses on the sensitive area of her abdomen. “Jihyun..” she called out his name in desperation, almost in an annoyed cry.

“Enlighten me further, my dear..” He chuckled, encouraging his dear wife to go further into the poem, her reactions only pressing him to eagerly continue but he always knew how to keep himself under control and composed, typical of him, a trait MC usually admired but now it was simply making her mad.

“Well,” she continued, “ there’s plenty of her to grab hold of, and I grab hold of it of her, I yank her head back by the hair, I’m real macho,” Jihyun only groped onto her bottom as he was against any action that would cause her pain and she was aware of it and respected that, a moan eluded from her lips at his action, he was getting closer to what she wanted.

“I suck on her upper lip…” She moaned, as he kissed her pelvis, eyes bored into hers when she took a pause, rolling her eyes she continued. “Her cunt.., her soul.” a loud gasp escaped from her mouth, as he followed the words of low eloquence, sucking on her clit, the rhyme of her moans were in a full burst.

Gradually, all of them turned into desire, his steady and mellow thrusts, he begged her to not close her eyes and maintain eye contact as he loved her slow, tender and so full of love, she cupped him by the nape of his neck, lips connected in a desperate kiss, bodies pressed against each other, fresh smell of dews mixed well with the room which now felt as if it were a thousand degrees and his fingers were embedded into the deepest crevice of her body, the paint on his hands, melted away on their bodies, mostly on hers while sparkling in sweat. Jihyun made them sit, locked in an embrace and grabbed her hips, the sharp thrusts made her feel all of him in her bones, they locked their eyes once more, cheeks flushed, both of them savouring every inch of the moment, setting each other’s souls on fire while seeking heaven in his eyes, he’d tell her how much he loves her to her numbing and tired existence, and she too would smile back, saying it back, so naturally.

“You’re all I could ever want..” He spoke to her in a gentle whisper, brushing away her hair, falling in a peaceful slumber in the home of her arms. Bukowski’s corrupted words were long forgotten while Jihyun showered her adoration and his embrace wrapped in only love, so unshakeable.

#jihyun kim #v x mc #v mystic messenger #mystic messenger

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drac-ho · 4 years

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Harry Doesn’t Know (Gryffindor! Reader x Draco)

A/N: I’m back bitchessssss! I lost so much motivation to write anything, and plus I went backpacking for 6 months so was off the grid. I hope you’re all staying safe x

based off of this song by lustra <3

Summary: You’re dating Harry but good friends with Draco. When Harry stops paying so much attention to you during 5th year, you begin to turn to Draco...

Warnings: implied smut, cheating, alcohol, swearing(?)

It started with a kiss. You’d sneak out and meet Draco in the dead of night at the astronomy tower and the two of you would talk until the sunrise would begin to clamber it’s way upon the peaks of the hills on the horizon, the dark sky turning a sickly pink. Over recent weeks the conversation typically turned to the blonde haired boy consoling you over your heartache at Harry’s blatant disinterest in you lately. Having been friends with Draco since third year potions, he was surprisingly good at giving advice - or maybe it was simply his dislike towards Harry that made him see things from your point of view. Though you couldn’t help that thinking that with Draco, it seemed easier. The two of you got on so well it seemed you were always waiting for something to go wrong. But it never did: if anything, you were always becoming closer. Draco was there for you when you needed him.

“It’s getting late,” He whispered, rubbing his hands together as you listened to the birds chime. You nodded your head as, once again, sadness filled with you at having to say goodbye to Draco. Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest knew about your friendship but they didn’t know how deep it went. You and Draco would smile to each other whilst passing in the hallway but you weren’t publicly on a talking basis which just made everything feel so much more lonely. “I can tell you’re tired.” Draco’s hand rested on your leg which lay next to his. Heat radiated throughout your body from his touch - you remembered how gentle the touch was, how it felt so much more than Harry’s touch. And then, you were leaning over and placing your lips against Draco’s lips. They moved in synchronisation and nothing felt wrong, like you’d have expected if you were kissing someone other than your boyfriend; you’d be lying if you said that your feelings for Harry hadn’t began to slip away since he became more preoccupied with assembling Dumbledore’s Army.

Pulling away, you bit your lip. “Sorry.” You mumbled, looking down to notice that your hand had become intertwined with his. His fingers played with yours, shaking slightly, as he formed a response.

“Don’t be. Potter’s mad to be acting distant. If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to stop kissing you.” You could barely hear him over the pounding of your heart against your eardrums but nonetheless you couldn’t hide the smile that was pouring onto your lips. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

It had been a few weeks since the kiss, and you and Draco hadn’t spoken about it. It was another night where you were alone in the Gryffindor common room when Harry and Cho, followed by the rest of your friends, came sauntering in with a crowd of laughter. Smiling, you got up to greet your boyfriend. As you made your way over to him you couldn’t help but overhear the conversation by him and the Ravenclaw. “I’m so proud of you, Cho. You were great today.” You rolled your eyes - you hadn’t been attending his meetings for a few weeks because Umbridge had you tutoring some younger years every evening - you dared say no in case she’d put you in detention again and Draco theorised that it was because you were Harry’s girlfriend - if you weren’t helping with the so-called army then the group would be smaller. You were sure Harry would hardly have even noticed your absence if it weren’t for Hermione bringing it up.

“Thanks Harry. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know any of this.” Cho replied, smiling up at him as they shared an exchange. Taking in a deep breath you walked closer and slid your hand in Harry’s. He jumped slightly, his hand retreating as a reflex. His face softened when his eyes met yours. Letting out a small chuckle, Harry’s hand hesitantly found it’s way back to yours as Cho turned around to talk to the bigger group, leaving the two of you alone.

“I’ve missed you.” You whispered, pulling him into a hug. Harry’s arms wrapped around your torso. “You never seem to talk to me much anymore.” You pulled away and watched Harry’s expression. It remained blank.

“There’s nothing to talk about, Y/N. Voldemort is still out there and I need to make sure I’m prepared. I can’t have any distractions.” He replied apathetically. Immediately you had felt your heart ache; you knew he had a lot on his plate but he should surely spare some time for you - you were his girlfriend, and had been for some time.

“So I’m a distraction.” You said and Harry’s face twisted to a frown. Sighing, you dropped your hand from his and headed for the exit of the common room: you knew Slytherin were holding a small party - Draco had invited you to it earlier on in the week and you had never given him a solid yes or no answer. If Harry didn’t have time for you, you’d visit the one person that did.

Knowing you were going to be the only non-Slytherin at the party, dread suddenly washed throughout you. Just because you were friends with Draco didn’t necessarily give you a pass from snide comments, did it? You were sure that one silly insult and you’d break down into a puddle of tears; you were only headed to this stupid party to see him and hopefully cheer yourself up, and what with it being a Saturday night, you wiped the tears that had absentmindedly fallen down your cheeks, and decided you were going to have some fun.

Once you had found yourself in the dungeon, some first years had let you into the common room and the silencing charm had seemed to work perfectly - as soon as you were past the entrance, loud music was engulfing the entire room as crowds of students were sat laughing and chatting loudly. Your eyes scanned the room, catching a few glares aimed in your direction before eventually resting on the blonde boy laughing at one of Blaise’s jokes. He hadn’t seen you enter, nor had he seen your face blush a dark shade of red at the butterflies that were filling your entire being at seeing him.

You made your way over to him, smiling as you noticed he still hadn’t seen you. You placed your hand on his back, making him jump slightly. “Get your–” He began before he realised it was you, his face melting into the biggest smile you’d ever seen. “Y/N, you came! Come here!” He spoke loudly as he pulled you into an almost painful hug, lifting you off your feet as he leaned backwards so that you both fell onto the plush leather couch. Heads turned your way and Blaise just chuckled at Draco’s evident excitement, him still not letting you go. “I’m so happy.” He whispered in your ear as he slurred his words slightly. He gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as you both laid in silence for a few more seconds, just catching Pansy mutter something under her breath.

“As happy as I am to see you so clearly ecstatic, I think that maybe you’re a little drunk.” You chuckled as you both got up and brushed yourselves off. Draco still hadn’t taken his hand from the small of your back as he began introducing you to his group.

“Y/N, this is Zabini, Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle. Everyone, this is Y/N.” He explained as he formally introduced you. Smiling to them, you knew you didn’t need introductions - of course you already knew who they were. Your cheeks began to burn with fire as Draco’s hand moved down to the exposed skin between your shirt and jeans, his fingers moving in small circles that made your insides light on fire as your mind shot back to the kiss you both had shared just a few weeks prior.

“I didn’t know you were friends.” Crabbe trailed on, scratching his head slightly. You laughed, elbowing Draco in the ribs.

“If that’s what you can call it.” You replied, making everyone laugh. You bit your lip, debating whether or not you should continue with your train of thought. Shrugging it off, you did anyway. “The Gryffindor common room was dead - everyone was swooning over Harry so I thought I’d check out how you guys party.” Blaise punched the air, laughing.

“I’m so glad you said that!” He laughed, ruffling Draco’s hair as the boy continued to rub patterns into your skin. “Come on Y/N, we’re getting you a drink.” You turned to Draco as he nodded in the direction of Zabini, indicating you should follow him. Blaise led you to a large table filled with various bottles of liquor, his hands falling upon one of the many bottles of firewhiskey before pouring it into a clean plastic cup. “Tell me when to stop.” He said with a smile as he began to follow it up with some cola. You told him to stop when there was about half and half. His eyebrows shot up as he handed you the drink and you drank it all down, chuckling as he poured you out another.

You spent the most part of the evening dancing with Draco, occasionally joining the rest of his group for a few drinking games. You’d played most of them in your own Gryffindor parties but the Slytherins particularly seemed to favour truth or dare. “Truth or dare?” Theodore Nott asked you when the bottle rested in your position. You thought it over for a few seconds before deciding on truth. “Okay,” He began, smiling as he thought of what to ask. “How good is famous Potter in bed?”

You felt your cheeks blush as you thought of how to reply. “Don’t be a twat.” Draco warned Nott, clearly noticing your hesitation. You shot Draco a smile.

“It’s fine. Um, considering I don’t have any other experience, he’s alright?” You reply, shrugging. It was true - although you and Harry had only ever actually had sex a few times, he wasn’t bad as far as you thought. He had never managed to get you off but you supposed that was just because you’d been each other’s firsts.

Blaise flexed, “I can show you how good it can really be.” He mentioned with a wink, Draco immediately shifting from his sitting position to standing up.

“Right, that’s it. Come on, Y/N.” He said quickly, grabbing your hand and tugging you up. You grabbed the two cups that held your drinks as you nodded to everyone, all seeming to be in hysterics from Draco’s reaction. Draco’s hand held yours as he tugged you away from the still-bustling party. You followed him down the cold stone steps hidden away from the main room and down into a series of corridors. You wondered where exactly you were going but you also didn’t really care. Suddenly, you were in a room filled with 5 four poster beds identical to the ones in the Gryffindor dorms - you were in Draco’s room.

You followed him as he sat down on a bed, patting the soft space next to him. Smiling, you handed him his drink as you took the space. “Did he annoy you?” You ask finally, a slight smile playing on his lips. Draco bites his lip before he takes a drink.

“Blaise knows how I feel about you, he was acting like such a prick.” He mumbled. You barely caught what he said but when you did you choked on your drink, Draco looking up at you with concern in his eyes.

You thought it over for a while, wondering what that meant. “How do you feel about me?” You ask, knowing that deep down you knew the answer and you knew you felt the same. Your eyes lock for what seemed like forever before he scooted closer. His hand rested underneath your chin as Draco leaned in and his lips locked on yours like they did only a few weeks ago - this time though, there was a lot more urgency. You kissed him back with the same passion, the only thought running through your head was how good his lips felt and how badly you wanted to take it further.

Your hands found their way to his shirt as you pulled it up over his head, pushing him back so that you could straddle him as you kissed him. His lips moved to your neck where they sucked sweetly, making you moan. You weren’t worried that anyone would walk in - the party was still far from over. Draco pulled off your shirt too, staring in admiration as he took you in. “You’re gorgeous.” He whispers before continuing his kiss, letting his hands wonder over your body before landing on your bra, unclasping it. Your thoughts melted away and all you could think about was how perfect this moment was. You weren’t hurt over Harry, you weren’t thinking about Voldemort, or Umbridge, or homework, you were thinking about Draco.

Days had passed since the night you’d spent with Draco and it had been impossible to wipe the smile from your face, even Harry had seemed to notice. “What’s got you so happy?” Ron laughed as he bit into another slice of toast and all attention had turned to you. Your eyes broke away from staring at Draco from the other side of the hall and they scanned the faces of your friends.

“Is it a crime for a girl to be happy?” You chimed, rolling your eyes. Harry sent a small smile your way. He’d already apologised for the comment he’d made before the party and had explained how he’d been stressed. You told him not to worry about it and that it was nothing - he knew it wasn’t nothing but he had already apologised and didn’t want to bring it up again: if you appeared happy, he didn’t want to take it any further.

And that’s how the next few months went; you and Harry had all but left each other alone, meanwhile your head was filled with the Slytherin Prince. Sneaking out to meet him on his Inquisitorial night watch, catching him in free periods, making use of the free time you had suddenly seemed to be granted by Umbridge whilst Harry mentored your peers in the Room of Requirement - you even found yourself making up excuses that you weren’t hungry so that you could pass on dinner just to go and see Draco. You were doing all you could do just to be close to him - he was like a drug, which was why you couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty for cheating on Harry. He barely even acknowledged you nowadays and the both of you pretty much knew that the relationship was coming to an end.

“Are you okay?” Hermione had asked you one evening. You were sat on your bed, scribbling away on a piece of parchment your potions essay. You looked up, confusion lacing your face. Hermione looked around the room, biting her lip. “Do you not think Harry’s been a bit cold to you recently?” You sighed, setting down your quill.

“Yes, but I think that’s just because we’ve both grown apart.” You reply. You were still just as involved in your friend group as usual, now even attending some DA meetings. Hermione’s lips turned down into a frown, her shoulders dropping.

“You like someone else.” She commented and your cheeks heated up as you contemplated how she could possibly know. Even worse, what would she do if she knew who it was?

“How did you–” You begin but you’re cut off.

“I’m not angry, Y/N. Anyone can tell that someone with a boyfriend so dim shouldn’t be that happy all the time.” Hermione replied, a small smile on her lips. “We’ve all been friends for so long though. Just don’t break Harry’s heart.” You rolled your eyes, flopping back down onto your bed.

“I think Harry’s more interested in Cho Chang than getting a broken heart, ‘Mione.” You replied casually. She snorted, picking up the book she had been reading before talking to you.

“Maybe you’re right.”

You laid down with your head on Draco’s chest, watching the stars dance in the sky from the view atop the astronomy tower. Your conversation with Hermione from only a few hours ago was still playing in your thoughts. Don’t break Harry’s heart. What if he already broke yours? It had been a while since you’d even really thought about Harry in a romantic way and at least a fortnight since you’d last exchanged a kiss. Your heart didn’t have room for him anymore, and you were still waiting for the right time to tell him out loud, even if it did feel more like the both of you had an unspoken conversation that involved some sort of break up.

Maybe you were some heartless monster for not feeling guilty for cheating on Harry with Draco Malfoy, of all people. He understands me. You argued in your head. Draco’s the only person that’s ever fully got me. And that’s when it hit you like a tonne of bricks in the face.

“I think I love you Draco.” You suddenly blurted out. He smiled in the darkness, his head spinning from happiness.

“I think I love you too.”

#draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy imagines #malfoy imagine #malfoy imagines #draco imagine #draco imagines #draco malfoy #slytherin #gryffindor #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #hogwarts #order of the pheonix

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croesow-moving · 3 years

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Adreffe’s Appeal for @wallace-cup !!

Choreographing the appeal had been difficult for Molly. She wasn’t a dancer by nature, and neither were her pokemon. Where Margourette could spin and glide like she was the tiny doll in one of those music boxes every child seemed to have, Molly stumbled and hesitated and tripped over her own feet. It was frustrating beyond belief, and yet she pushed forward through all of that.

Adreffe was supposed to be a region of learning, of getting out of your comfort zone and trying something new, and what sort of teacher would she be if she couldn’t hold herself to the same struggles her students were expected to undergo?

Still, perhaps it’d be easier to focus if her feelings for Margourette hadn’t been skyrocketing ever since the start of this Cup. There was simply no getting around it - Margourette was beautiful, even after their pavilion showing had ended and she’d been exhausted, her dress covered in Skitty fur and Togekiss feathers and with half-melted chocolate smeared across her baking apron. Her hair, long since having fallen out of its pristine bun, had glittered with all the rainbow lights still filtering through their icy pavilion walls, and her eyes had glittered with the tiniest hint of mischief as she’d flopped down against Molly and sighed dramatically:

❝ So exhausted, amie! You must carry me back to the hotel. ❞

Though she’d (probably) been joking, Molly had simply lifted her up with a fond smile and carried her bridal style out of the pavilion, lulling her to sleep in the process. She’d hoped at the time that Margourette’s arm, draped so delicately across Molly’s chest to rest upon her shoulder, hadn’t been able to feel the frantic beating of her heart hidden just underneath her sweater dress. She’d prayed to Magearna above that Margourette hadn’t felt the gentle brush of fingertips against her scalp as her hair was freed from its tie and brushed out, nor the feather-light ‘goodnight’ that had been whispered as Molly left for her own room.

She definitely hadn’t had that safety during their practice sessions, though. The music Molly had chosen was almost waltz-like (she really didn’t like to make things easy on her tender heart, did she?), so naturally it meant that the two women had to spend a lot of time pressed pretty closely together as they danced. While that had done wonders for their synchronisation, these flimsy ballet costumes did nothing to hide how fast her heart was going. Margourette had been kind enough not to mention it (outside of the occasional check-in to make sure Molly had enough stamina to get another rehearsal done), but now her crush was so obvious that she was having trouble looking the ballerina in the eye without that telltale blush creeping up her cheeks.

Even as she stood there now, backstage, playing with her puffy white tutu that contrasted amazingly with Margourette’s black one, she found herself staring at the floor rather than admiring how the stage lights made Margourette’s blonde hair glow like a halo.

There was a soft squeeze on Molly’s hand.

❝ Ready to begin? Our audience is waiting. ❞

❝ Oh- I- uh, yeah! Yeah, let’s go. ❞

Pokemon List (ik there’s a lot, but bear with me): Togekiss - Dazzling Gleam, Aura Sphere, Air Slash, Fairy Mist Alcremie - Mystical Fire, Sweet Scent, Decorate, Magical Leaf Morelull - Confuse Ray, Sludge Bomb Florges - Wish, Flower Shield, Petal Blizzard, Sunny Day Slurpuff - Thunderbolt, Sticky Web Cubchoo - Rock Tomb, Sheer Cold Glaceon - Sand Attack, Blizzard, Rain Dance, Iron Tail Sealeo - Water Gun, Aurora Beam Smoochum - Sing, Ice Punch

Music: Merry Go Round of Life from Howl’s Moving Castle

As soon as the women stepped out on stage and took their places in the center, the music started. The starting notes were simple, and so they kept their dance at a simple waltz, never straying far from the dead middle. This gave the pokemon time to form a circle around them, some of them standing more gracefully than others, and start using their moves.

Glaceon called out to the ceiling, summoning a gentle Rain Dance to patter across the stage. This water got Cubchoo’s attention, who wiggled in place for a moment as he remembered what he was supposed to be doing, and then released a breath of Sheer Cold. This move wasn’t anywhere near the strength a Cubchoo could let out, mainly toned down for the comfort of the audience, but it was chilly all the same. This colder air froze the wet ground on the stage, forcing Margourette and Molly to move from a waltz into more of an ice skating routine. Margourette took most of the attention here, her ballet training coming in useful for a balancing challenge such as this, and Molly used that as the necessary distraction to nudge the pokemon circle into moving, following her around to the back of the stage.

There, Sealeo’s Water Gun was fired against Smoochum’s Ice Punch, each connection creating a thick pillar of ice. This continued all the way around the left side of the stage, then the right, leaving a total of nine pillars on each side. Their final connection was the biggest one yet, leaving a block of ice about as big as a dining table jutting out from the back of the stage. Apparently content with what she was seeing, Molly left to go rejoin Margourette in her dance at the front of the stage, Florges sealing them off from the pokemon with a Flower Shield. A Fairy Mist courtesy of Togekiss leaked out from behind it, the pink smoke trailing across the stage and down into the audience, and by the sugary smell drifting up from it, it looked as though it had intermingled with Alcremie’s Sweet Scent. The Rain Dance was wearing off now too, the floor now thoroughly coated in a layer of ice.

Molly’s hands found Margourette’s, and before she knew what was happening she was getting tugged into an elaborate dance of twirls and spins, their bodies pressed so close they were little more than a blur of white and black. This definitely hadn’t been part of their rehearsals, and yet Molly couldn’t find it within herself to pull away and get them back on track. Especially not when she was suddenly dipped, the toes of one foot ghosting across the ground, the rest of her weight kept suspended in Margourette’s arms (and how hadn’t she noticed those muscles before?) In a moment of whimsy, she plucked a white rose off of the Flower Shield and slipped it into Margourette’s bun, nuzzling her shoulder as she pulled away. The ballerina breathed out a huff of laughter (what a lovely sound!) and returned the gesture, slipping a black rose into Molly’s brunette curls. They could have stayed like that forever, wrapped in their own little world, but the music was lulling and that meant it was time for their second half.

They straightened up, Margourette slipping off to kneel down one side of the stage and Molly the other, and waited for the shield to drop and give their pokemon back the spotlight. Once it did, eighteen tiny ice Duckletts were revealed sitting on top of the ice pillars they’d made before, as well as a Swanna with her wings outstretched, perched proud in the center slab of ice. If the people in the audience had attended the Adreffian pavilion, they’d no doubt have a pretty good idea of what was going to be happening next.

The pokemon lined up behind their Trainers, already having agreed it’d be easier for the judges if this next part was done one-by-one, rather than all moving at the same time. Togekiss was first to break the line, floating over to the leftmost Ducklett sculpture. She flipped in front of it, looping backwards again and again until she’d built up a neat circle of wind around her, and then she released it in an Air Slash. Rather than slicing through the Ducklett, it was caught underneath it and the icy pedestal it sat on, levitating the duck in a gentle up-down motion and swirling through its shell of a body. The air whistled as it whipped through, a happy accident that gave that particular Ducklett a voice.

The next Ducklett was given the power of the Fighting type, Togekiss glowing neon blue with the stored energy before bumping the ice sculpture with its Aura Sphere, careful to feed the energy inside without accidentally destroying anything. It glowed beside its wind-surfing brethren, the Aura Sphere flitting over every crevice of the icy container but never able to actually break through.

For the third Ducklett, Alcremie was called over with a gentle chirp. Togekiss unleashed a Dazzling Gleam, the move bouncing off of all the ice on stage and shining outwards across the audience in all directions. The Ducklett was left shining bubblegum pink, glittering with Fairy power, and Alcremie completed the look with a Decorate. Strawberries and globs of frosting were held up for the audience to see before being dropped down into the icy shell, the ensemble soon beginning to smell incredible.

Togekiss floated backstage, her part in this show finished, but Alcremie continued on. The next Ducklett was greeted to a Mystical Fire, the flames dancing about inside its body but never burning hot enough to melt the exterior.

That had been a nightmare to correct during their training, so much so that Molly had lost count of how many times they’d considered scrapping this idea entirely, but she couldn’t help but give a proud smile over to Alcremie. The little thing just looked so happy with itself, pointing at the Ducklett as if it, too, couldn’t believe that it had worked.

Molly turned her back towards the crowd just as Florges got up to float over to Alcremie, easily scoping her up and carrying her over to the next pillar. This Ducklett was treated to a combined attack, a mix of Alcremie’s Magical Leaf and Florges’ Petal Blizzard, and the resulting look was a gleaming mess of leaves and flowers, caught in some sort of endless whirlwind. Florges then joined Togekiss backstage, setting Alcremie down with a barely audible splat of ice cream against the floor.

The next Duckletts continued in this fashion, each new typed move hitting a new ice sculpture until seventeen of them stood completed, each one more dramatic than the last as the mythical Swanna’s love for her chicks grew.

The Ghost duck sang with the eerie notes of Morelull’s Confuse Ray, the whistling harmonising nicely with wind still coursing through the Air Slash duck from before. Morelull’s Sludge Bomb attack had left another Ducklett oozing thick purple liquid, congealing around the base and dripping slowly down the ice.

The Rock and Ground ducks had been completed simultaneously, Glaceon’s Sand Attack clinging to the surface of one while Cubchoo’s Rock Tomb had filled the shell of another. Glaceon was one of the few pokemon still left sat on stage now, its Iron Tail reflecting nicely in all the lights and onto the body of another ice Ducklett, making it appear to have a metal coating.

The Electric duck still crackled with Slurpuff’s Thunderbolt, a violent thing that had shot down from the heavens and illuminated the entire stage for a split second. A candyfloss Sticky Web had ensnared another, stuffing the duck with layers of pink wire that pushed more of that same sugary sweet smell out onto the stage and into the audience.

Not all the Duckletts had had exciting creations (the Water type, for instance, was just slowly getting filled with the ice that was melting off of it), but the music was reaching its final part and they couldn’t afford to waste more time here.

Immediately after the second lull, as the crescendo started, Smoochum started to Sing along to the music, her voice perfectly matching the notes. Sealeo’s Aurora Beam combined with Florges’ Wish (she’d returned to the stage during the creation of the Duckletts) and sent a beam of rainbow light skyward, just as the Swanna had done when she’d wished for her chicks to be given life. The beam hovered against the ceiling, spreading out across it as it desperately sought some sort of answer to the prayers it carried, before Glaceon interrupted the moment with a yowl. It was the only warning she gave before unleashing a brutal Blizzard, feeding off of the Sheer Cold from the start of the performance and really letting the harsh winter seep in.

Molly and Margourette were dancing again, had been ever since Smoochum’s song had started, but their movements were more laboured than before. The cold was setting in, chilling their joints unpleasantly, eventually forcing them to cuddle together just to avoid the air whipping all around them. Ballet dresses were not the best insulators in the world, and yet the women braced themselves to endure it. They knew what was coming next in this story, and if it went according to plan it’d all be worth it.

They waded through the Blizzard snow until they came to kneel at the base of the Swanna sculpture, sheltering beneath her wings.

Finally, finally, the storm was split apart by Florges’ Sunny Day, lighting up the stage and warming everyone in the room. Smoochum’s song had hit its closing notes, the snow was rapidly melting and sending waves of water down into the audience, but none of that was the center of attention. Instead, as Molly and Margourette stood up once more, their costumes were illuminated by the rainbow light of the Swanna behind them, who was in turn illuminated by all the colours of her chicks surrounding her. Every ice shell had been filled with a different move to create a colour representative of its type, and the rays of the Sunny Day were now hitting them from all different angles, sending the light bouncing across the floor and straight into the figure of their mother.

It was beautiful, made more so by the way it made their contrasting costumes dazzle and shine, but Molly couldn’t tear her eyes away from her dancing partner. Margourette had one hand on her cheek, the other on her waist, and though no words were spoken Molly knew what was going to happen. As the music died out around them, the remaining pokemon leaving to join their teammates backstage, the two women were drawn closer and closer together until their faces were mere centimetres apart.

❝ Margourette, I… I-I’ve always- ❞

❝ Shh, mon ange. I know. I feel the same. ❞

And so, with the rainbow light of a mother’s love shining over them both, Molly and Margourette shared their first kiss. Not as friends, or Adreffian colleagues, but as lovers. Two souls devoted as deeply to one another as the Swanna was to her chicks.

Unrehearsed, cliche, but perfect all the same.

#wallace2k21appeals #↪ gym leader molly.#↪ gym leader margourette.#↪ in character.

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fantasy-pens · 4 years

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WIP Challenge

Thanks a lot for the tag @fictionalinfinity @miabrown007 and @celestialtitania!

So here’s my list:

Love is the Answer: (frozen)

The Queen opened her mouth to say something, but then decided to stay quiet. Agnarr was right. Discussing the past would do not good but only open the barely-healed wounds. She had lost her tribe, but he too had lost his Father in the war.

And they both didn’t know whose fault it was. Just kids at that time, they did what childish innocence highlighted as the best. Protect each other whenever possible. She saved him from the war, and he gave her shelter in Arendelle, all the while protecting her, keeping her safe and close to his heart. Their love was unique,for it had not sprouted from any sort of beneficial royal alliances and friendships. Their love was strong, for it had braved the ravages of time, and had gradually morphed from close friendship to a bond that lasted for eternity.

The Frost In Our Hearts (jelsa)

Once upon a time, there was a girl

It’s weird to find your life story similar to a novel. It’s weirder to read a character’s life story as your own. It’s the weirdest to write your life story in first person.

So, don’t mind the strike, okay? Though I am sorry for ruining your first page like that ;p

2043: The Mystery of the Headless Hunt (Adrinette Miraculous)

“Detective, it’s past noon, so I thought-”Marinette snatched the sheets back from him and cuddled herself again, sighing into the envelope of darkness. “You and your tin brain, both can get the fuck outta here.”The sheets were snatched back again, and that was the moment of enlightenment for Marinette. Her roommate wasn’t a ball of sunshine; rather, he was one of Satan’s minions, pure evilness masked behind fake innocence.

Unnamed fic (maybe a supporting fic to some published work) (Lukanette)

“How do you manage to create these melodies?”

Strong arms wrapped around her waist as a chin rested on her head, and Marinette felt herself melt into the loving embrace.

“It’s simple. I just synchronise our heart songs together, ma cherie.”

A Golden Tomato fic (still deciding the title)

"And from here, you get the most beautiful view of the city of love, the city of Pa-"

"WHAT'S THAT??" shrieked someone. A tourist to be exact.

The guide broke from his praising speech, a bit chuffed at the interruption, and checked over.

Everything was normal. Birds chirping, traffic speeding on the lanes, houseboats floating down the Seine and tourists and residents flocking the city. The city, so peaceful, so calm.

Over-reacting tourists. Sigh.

Fixing the clearly hyperventilating tourist with an unimpressed gaze, the guide spoke, "Everything is fine, sir."

"Really? Are you sure? ‘Cause if you are, then what for freak's sake is that?!", the tourist pointed frantically in the direction of the Louvre.

Ah!

A fine piece of artistic malfunction was rampaging the area. Masked teenagers clad in red, black and yellow spandex were fighting a purple-clad bird-boy hybrid, all of them performing mind blowing circus stunts and parkour while fighting with a yo-yo, a baton, a top and a feathered fan.

The guide turned back to the group, grinning, "Yep. 100% sure. This is just another normal day in Paris. Now continuing the tour..."

A LadyNoir+Adrinette fic (Undecided title)

“MiLady, I know that look on your face. But please don’t take my Miraculous away. I didn’t even have a leather anniversary as a superhero!”

“I-what? No! I am not taking your Miraculous! And wait…” Ladybug steeped closer to him, and he caught the whiff of her pastries and flowers scent. He would have happily stayed in that small bliss had she not yanked him to her level by his bell.

“Do you specifically wanna celebrate a leather anniversary as a superhero ‘cause your costume is made out of leather?”

“Wow MiLady, you really are a genius. But, why are you still giving me this look?”

Another adrinette fic (I have too many unnamed WIPs...)

Nino had warned him earlier.

The DJ had given the model the best advice a male human could ever give to another for the protection of sanity of their gender.

“Dude, no matter what happens, never ever, I repeat, NEVER EVER eavesdrop on girls’ talk. Especially when they are talking in groups in hushed whispers. You never know what is cooking in their minds, or what uproar they might create if they know that a boy had been listening. These veelas can turn into hornets in a matter of seconds. And you sure won’t want to be a crisp, sizzled cinnamon roll in the fire of their wrath.”

“Okay!” Like the blessed, not so innocent pure beam of sunshine incarnate Adrien was, he promised to follow the golden advice.

Being a Fox I Know Something’s Fishy

“Paris, it’s high time we realise that underneath the masks, Ladybug and Chat Noir are two ordinary Parisians, just like us, who love their city like we do. With the responsibility of an entire city over their shoulders, can’t we not just help our heroes a little by not complaining about the damage we suffered, when they saved our face in New York by dealing with our local supervillain out there?”

There are also some fully written unpublished fics in there in need of polishing soooo i m not gonna add them here as they are already complete!

Tagging @valiantwarrior37 @fanfics-she-wrote @ladykateofledfordpark @apopcornkernel and umm...whoever sees this!

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leotssukinaga · 4 years

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It’s Nice to Have a Friend

Kozume Kenma x Reader

Summary: Based on It’s Nice to Have a Friend by Taylor Swift. You and Kenma are childhood friends, but something else has been blooming for a long time. Word Count: 2113 A/N: I was gonna put this song on the songfic list, but I already knew I wanted to write it for Kenma so I didn’t. Finally got round to that. Also can y’all tell he’s my favourite character to write dksdg Warnings: Alcohol and drinking.

It's been like this for as long as you can remember, even after he started playing volleyball Kenma always walks you home. In middle school you'd sit in on practice, walking home with him afterwards, and he'd often stay for dinner at your parents behest. Now you're in high school there's no need since you only live 5 minutes from Nekoma's campus. He walks you home anyway. There are many things Kenma will never admit to you, the first being that he doesn't actually have an extra ten minutes before practice, he just doesn't mind rushing if it means he knows you're safe. You'd spent the first year of high school insisting that you'd get home fine on your own, or that you didn't mind waiting, but he never listened to you. He had time, he said, and nothing about his tone suggested that it was a lie. It was, but Kuroo never teased him too much for his sacrifice (or at least if he did, Kenma just tuned him out.) Tonight though, there's no practice, and the setter waits at his desk for you to pack up once class ends. He knows you always take a moment, the array of coloured pens you use (because notes should be colour coded to make studying easier, you’d insisted in your second year of middle school) take time to put away. You tuck the note he'd passed you earlier into your pocket. You always keep them. He doesn't know that. The smile he gives you as he holds a hand out to carry your bag is barely visible, but it's certainly there, and warmth spreads through your chest at the sight.

Snow swirls around you, settling in your hair and on your lashes as your rummage through your bag for your hat and gloves. Kenma can't stop himself from staring at you, the light reflecting off the half melted flakes giving you an ethereal glow. If you weren't half freezing to death, he'd want to stay like this forever. Your cheeks are rosy from the cold as you triumphantly wave your hat around, but your grin soon fades as you realise your gloves are nowhere to be found. Kenma doesn't say a word as he removes one of his, placing it in your hand. He's refusing to make eye contact, and given the weather it's hard to tell whether the red on his cheeks is a blush or not. You know better than to argue, slipping the glove onto your right hand and thanking him quietly.

As the two of you reach your street, you notice a pair of colourful cat ears on a patch of ground untouched by snow. Your neighbours 6 year old had been drawing on the sidewalk this morning when you left for school, the weather having changed unexpectedly, and you pouted a little knowing her lovely drawing would be ruined. Kenma's features turned puzzled as you ran to the spot, kicking the snow away and grinning when you realised the drawing hadn't been too affected by the snow. He watched in confused amusement as you snapped a few pictures of it and emailed them to your printer. "Why?" "I thought it would be a nice thing to give to her. She's only little, she must've been devastated when she realised it would be washed away." There are many things Kenma will never admit to you, and the second is that moments like this- where you do things just for the sake of being kind, where you smile at him and explain your kindness like it's the most obvious thing in the world- are the moments he lives for. He'd give up video games to see you like this one more time. The snow is coming down heavier as you reach your front door, and you pull him under the portico to protect him. "Wanna hang out?" "Yeah, sounds like fun." Your smile is as radiant as ever as you insert the key into the lock, calling out for your parents once the door is shut behind the two of you. One day he hopes he'll walk through the front door of your own shared house, or that it will be your kids calling for you as you prepare dinner together, but at the moment it seems like nothing more than a pipe dream. For now, he's content with what you have, building things in Minecraft, kicking his ass at Mariokart, logging into Elder Scrolls Online together after practice. In the summer you could occasionally coax him outdoors, although the closest you'd gotten him to indulging in your love of camping was a tent in your back garden. (He hadn't liked it, but you were so happy he couldn't complain, and waking up in that close proximity to you had made his heart swell.) He stays the night, the snow far too heavy for him to make it home, and around 3am you roll over to face him. "Hey Kenma?" "Yeah?" "Its nice to have a friend." "Yeah, it is." The glow of your alarm clock illuminates your faces enough to make the smile you share visible. It’s the last thing you see before you fall asleep.

When college rolls around, it surprises nobody that you'd picked the same one. Even if you hadn't made a conscious decision to go together, you've always been synchronised. Two sides of the same coin, your parents had commented more than once. Your smile had been contagious when you announced that you got in, and he'd seemed genuinely energetic for once as he announced that he had too.

Neither of you are much for parties, too many people and definitely too much noise, but that doesn’t mean you can't have your own fun. He'd been confused and a little apprehensive when you'd pulled him up the stairs and onto the roof, but it soon became clear what you'd planned out. Several bottles of alcohol sit in the centre of the large picnic blanket that's stretched over the concrete surface of the rooftop, both of your Switches, a few board games and, of course, Uno neatly arranged next to them. A bluetooth speaker softly plays a mix of both your favourite songs, and a grin spreads across his oft emotionless face as he takes it all in. It's his idea of the ideal party- one with nobody but you- and the look on your face tells him you knew that. "What d'you want to drink?" "Whatever you're having..." You hand him a bottle of something blue, and he's surprised at the sweetness when he takes a sip. "So, 20 questions or Uno?" "Why not both?" "I knew you were secretly a genius."

He admits, once the alcohol has made its way into his system a little more, that the stress has been piling up recently, that he really needed this to unwind, that you always seem to know exactly how to fix things even just for a moment. He attempts to retracts the statement once you kick his ass at Uno, but the way you giggle makes his heart beat and the way your lips glisten with the stray drop of vodka that lingers after you take a sip brings back the years of daydreams he's had about kissing you. The sky is turning pink, but the late hour doesn't matter anymore, not when you're in your twenties and you don't have class tomorrow. "Its pretty like this." "Yeah, you are." "Hm?" "Uh- nothing. The sky is nice." You decide to let it slide. "Yeah, it's a really good colour. I think it might be one of my favourites..." There are many things Kenma will never admit- the third being what he’s thinking right now- that his favourite colour is the blush on your cheeks, the way your eyes shine in the light, the colour of your lips between your teeth when you're nervous. That if he had to pick a favourite colour it would simply be you. He doesn't know when he got the courage to put his hand on yours, but you haven't moved it away, and the smile on your face as you take in the sunset tells him you don't have an issue. "Hey, Y/N?" "Yeah?" "Its nice to have a friend." He mirrors your words from a few years ago, the meaning behind it deeper than before. You grin, pink and purple illuminating your beauty, and after 15 years of knowing you he's found no evidence that you aren't an angel. He doubts there is any. "Yeah, it is."

It's always been like this, you smiling at Kenma and him smiling back- a smile that nobody else gets to see. Today, everyone sees it, though it's meant only for you. He leans in to whisper to you as you reach him, tears in both your eyes, and though the wedding is small the love and joy you feel from everyone in the room is overwhelming. When you were 10 and he invited you over for the first time to play Zelda on his gamecube, neither of you could imagine a future where you got married at all, let alone to each other. In high school, when you showed up to his games with a red number five on a sign and his spare jacket tied round your waist (when did you steal that?) he could only dream of a day like this. There are many things Kenma had thought he’d never admit, and now he wanted to tell you all of them. Starting with the fact that your first kiss, the first time he told you he loved you, the night you fell asleep with your head in his lap- none of them could compare to how he felt right now, looking at you on your wedding day.

Bells ring behind you as white confetti gathers on the ground, and from a distance it would almost look like it was snowing. You pose for photos for what feels like hours, every possible combination and location exhausted. The reception is as beautiful as the ceremony, though far less refined, and you've just sat down next to Kenma to take a break when Kuroo pulls you to your feet, insisting it's tradition to dance with the best man. You both know it's a lie, but you've been putting up with his antics for long enough to know that your better off just rolling with it. "I've never seen Kenma smile this much, you know." "Me neither, actually." "Its because of you." "I'm glad I make him happy." "Does he make you happy?" "D'you think I'd have married him if he didn't?" "Thats the right answer."

Kenma insists on carrying you into your apartment, despite the exhaustion visible on his face, and you kiss his cheek gently as he closes the door. You make your way to the kitchen to make tea, and you don't notice him behind you until he's tickling your sides, grinning at your giggles. "You're sleeping on the couch if you don't stop!" "You don't mean that." "I do!" "Prove it." He keeps going, and you eventually concede. You'd never kick him out of bed, even if he was being a little shit right now. This playful side of Kenma didn't come out too often- but you adored when it did. You reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. It's mostly black now, and tied back as usual. It suits him, you think, as you cup his cheek and kiss him with all the tenderness in the world.

The next morning starts with light flooding through your curtains and your husbands arms around you. You can feel him gently kissing your shoulder as you reach down to take his hand in your own. "Morning babe..." "Morning love." You turn around to face him, eerily reminiscent of a night all those years ago. The smile on his face is the same as it had been then. Being this close to him feels like home. "Let's stay in bed today." "I like the sound of that." You know that when it comes down to it, you'll always have him. You wouldn't want it any other way. There are many things Kenma thought he would never admit, many secrets he now wants to spill to you and nobody else, but the one thing he wants to tell anybody who’ll listen- is just how much he loves you. "Hey Kenma?" "Yeah?" "Its nice to have a friend." "Yeah." He brings your hand up to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on each of your fingers, pausing with his lips on your wedding ring. "Yeah, it is."

taglist: @tremendousglitterthing @svtbitch @the-fandom-ness @atsumumu (I ACTUALLY REMEMBERED THIS TIME)

#my writing #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu imagines #hqappreciation #kenma #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #kozume kenma x reader #fave

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daidreamn · 3 years

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okay I cant take screenshots but

incorrect quote generator for my ocs (x) that are way too accurate

cut for length

Gelato: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Caesar: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Gelato: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Caesar: But I heard a siren. Santiago: That was Keicho. Keicho: Sorry, I got nervous.

Gelato: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Santiago: Eyy, homie! Caesar: But then there's cootie... Keicho: Die.

Keicho: I give up. I am so tired. Santiago: Get the emergency supply! Gelato: *carries Caesar and places them in front of Keicho* Caesar: *smiles* Keicho: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GOOO

Keicho: My stomach growled super loud in French. Keicho: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class. Santiago: Bonjour. Gelato: Le growl. Caesar: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.

Santiago, Gelato & Keicho: *screaming* Caesar: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Keicho?! Santiago: Wait, why are you asking Keicho that when Gelato and I are also here? Caesar: Because Keicho wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

Keicho: You're smiling. What happened? Santiago: What? Can't I smile just because I feel like it? Caesar: Gelato tripped and fell down the stairs today.

Caesar: Everyone synchronise your watches. Gelato: I don't know how to do that. Keicho: I don't wear a watch. Santiago: Time is a construct.

Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle. Keicho, with Caesar and Santiago behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?! Police: Yes…three. Keicho: Oh, my God— What the fuck!? Police: Wha- Keicho: Gelato FUCKING FELL OFF!

Santiago: ARE YOU- Gelato: Fucking. Santiago: KIDDING ME?! YOU- Gelato Fucking. Santiago: IDIOT! Keicho: …What was that? Gelato: Caesar banned Santiago from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

Santiago: You know you can die from that, right? Caesar: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point. Keicho: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up. Gelato: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

*Everyone is playing a board game together* Keicho: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'. Gelato: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'. Santiago: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'. Caesar: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'. Santiago: *flips the board*

Gelato: I just want someone to take me out. Santiago: On a date? Keicho: With a sniper gun? Caesar: Both if you're not a coward.

Gelato: What’s up with Keicho? They’ve been laying on the floor for like….an hour now? Santiago: They're just a little overwhelmed. Gelato: Why? Santiago: Caesar smiled at them.

Santiago: Where the devil is Keicho? Gelato: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe they melted? Caesar: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

Gelato: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong? Santiago: Strong. Keicho: Weak. Caesar: An idiot, is what your are.

Gelato: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems. Caesar: Weight loss? Drink water. Keicho: Clear skin? Drink water. Santiago: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.

Okay in a lot of these it sounds like Keicho has a crush on Caesar and thats not my intention but let's play with the shipping quotes

Keicho: Know why I called you in here? Caesar: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic. Keicho: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

-(😳 I oop)

Caesar: Are you ready to commit? Keicho: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Caesar: *angrily presses Keicho against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Keicho: ... Keicho: Are we about to kiss-

Keicho: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face. Caesar: Caesar: I like you.

Caesar: Can you cut me some slack, Keicho? I’m sort of in love. Keicho: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem. Caesar: I’m in love with you. Keicho: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

Keicho: That's ridiculous, Caesar doesn't have a crush on me. Santiago: Yes they do. Gelato: Yes they do. Caesar: Yes I do.

Keicho: So you like cats? Caesar: Yeah. Keicho: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

Keicho: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Caesar: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Keicho: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Caesar: Is it working?

Caesar: Are we fighting or flirting? Keicho: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- Caesar: Your point?

Gelato: Do you love Caesar? Keicho: Yeah, I do. Gelato: Santiago! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks! Santiago: We all love Caesar. You should've asked if they were IN love with them. Keicho: I thought that was implied. Santiago: ... Gelato: ... Keicho, looking straight at Santiago: Congrats Gelato, you just won 100 bucks.

Caesar: Did it hurt when you fell- Keicho: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Caesar: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. Keicho: ... Caesar: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Keicho: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Caesar: I wrote you a poem. Keicho, already crying: You did?

Keicho: Is something burning? Caesar, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Keicho: Caesar, the toaster is literally on fire.

Caesar: I owe you one. Keicho: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

GIRL I

These turned out pretty cute

I’m shipping my own ocs now

#oc content #OC #original character #my posts

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bowieandqueen11 · 4 years

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Derry Sunset / Richie Tozier Imagine

Reader: okok, request/fic idea: richie x male reader (preferably a bottom reader) just doing sweet cliche stuff bc I'm in desperate need of fluff (e.g. watching the sunset on the hood of a car, slow dancing to Frank Sinatra, the maybe making love in/on the car) it can be a fic or hc, I love both! (your work is amazing btw)

Thank you so much love, this is genuinely the aesthetic I never knew I needed <3

Feel free to read this Reddie if you so choose!

The pink, dusty road flew past before the two of you in Richie’s convertible, the orange pines swaying in the wind like looming giants lay between the stretch of blue. Resting on the cliff edge, the sea was calm as you pulled up, light in the dark clear shadows round the deep roots of the rocks: green and grape-purple, as they washed against the shore.

Richie watches the sea, lost in the rhythmic percussion of waves on the sand. He’s never seen water this large before, its always been the shitty grey water down by the Barrens or the azure blue of the lake the Losers used to swim in during long summer nights. His eyes are steady to the horizon, face aglow with the last orange rays before twilight beckons the stars. His lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that he is enjoying his thoughts, whatever they may be. You move closer to him on the hood of the car, allowing him to stay lost in the moment a while longer. God knows he just needed to get out of Derry, and out of his mind for a while.

Everything that afternoon was cast in honeyed tones, beautiful yet unnerving. Richie slowly started, moving his hand through the air, watching his fingers as they danced through the confetti of rays. Just as the first bite of cold wind creeps under your shirt, the metal becoming cold under your back, you jump at the feel of Richie’s hand moving around your torso, warm and soft. In seconds your body is moulded to his own, sharing his body heat as easily as he shares your heart. His lips brush against the tip of your chin, then your Adam’s apple before pressing a gentle kiss, like the brush of a butterfly against the light stubble on your jaw.

You both just stayed there for a moment as a fiery red orb of light slowly sank beneath the horizon, and threads of light lingered in the sky, mingling with the rolling clouds, until all that was left of the sunset was a chalky mauve.

Richie’s fingers reach behind him through the rolled down window to fumble with the radio buttons, switching the channels until he finds the track on the CD he’s looking for, Sinatra’s ‘The Way You Look Tonight’, turning it down slightly until the musical notes begin to blur in with your synchronised breathing, the air still and suspenseful until your reach your fingers up to brush softly against his.

You’re not expecting the force with which he pulls the two of you up and snug against his chest, your shoulders bumping together and hips hitting off one another before melting together, his arm snaking expertly around your waist, his feet starting the guide the two of you to the music in a long familiar dance.

‘You chose our song’, you whisper happily as your burning cheek lands against his, your skin rubbing as he turns to press a kiss against your ear, the two of you bursting out into giggles as his nose hits against your skin as he nearly jolts back at the impact. His Hawaiian shirt rustles in the light wind as he sighs.

‘Do you think we’ll be okay, Y/n.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I don’t want to go to college. To forget this. To forget you. I don’t think I’ll ever be truly happy unless I can remember-’

‘Richie, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving you. Just... just enjoy the small moments, okay, and I promise things won’t seem as scary.’

He raises your intertwined hands up to his side, nestling his head further against yours and just closing his eyes in bliss as he spins the two of you round in a tender and loving move, just revelling in the feeling of his thumb stroking against the arch of your back. The way his hair tickles against your forehead, or the warmness of your breath as it brushes like sun rays against the goosebumps that send shivers rolling down his body.

He begins to hum again, before singing: ‘there is nothing for me but to love you.’

Soon the stars fill the sky with a burning gold heat, and the two of you escape back into Richie’s car to avoid the fiery cold of the night.

‘There is one more delight I’d like to experience tonight, Y/n.’

He collapses over the seat, one knee raising up subconsciously in between your thighs, his hands rushing rushing down to rub against your waist before moving up to grab your wrists, comforted by the feel of your heartbeat, pinning them softly against the leather. He watches you for a second, his eyes glistening as they dilate slowly, his breathing shallowing out as his gaze finally lands on your plump lips, subconsciously wetting his own.

The next thing you knew, he had slammed his lips to yours and nearly knocked all the air out of your lungs, crawling on top of you. His thighs brush against your own as he nearly falls onto his elbows, careful that he doesn’t place his full weight against you. He presses his tongue to the seam of your lips and, as you grant your access, delves inside your mouth. His thumb tenderly strokes your wrist as his hips bang against yours, pushing you further and further against his broad chest until there was no breathing room left, and no room left on the seat as his back hits against the dash, your own arching up towards the heat that radiates from him, revelling in the slight moans that roll off his tongue.

Unexpectedly, his hand drifts to your hip, settling itself there and pulling you closer, rising you slightly towards him as he smiles against your lips, his heart overflowing with giddiness. He began nuzzling your neck with delicate kisses, so faint, you swore they were like whispers, little sweet nothings as the two of you completely forget about this town, and instead focus only on the palpable bond that had tied both of your hearts together.

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nyarisu · 4 years

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Rammstein: Paris liveblogging

This live is so fancy! My god, the intro is so dramatic, and the guys haven’t even appeared XD there are even alarm sounds!

Their entrance is *chef’s fingers kiss* and Ollie being the high fantasy dark elf we all asspire to be XD Say what you will about the spasmic editing, this was very nicely filmed!

I love the array of microphones on Till’s coat.

Asdghjl the flags being set into place and then Ollie with the flame! It’s all so badass! Also Schneider is hot XD

Sonne

Oooh they’re starting with this one! Also one of the few times he’s counting.

The instrumental at the beginning is always giving me shivers, it’s so powerfull

And I love the static editing

I can say whatever I want about this song being over mentioned by everyone... but the true is it’s amazing!

Don’t punch yourself, dumb baby.

THE FIRE!!!

Lol @ Richard being a sea urchin XD

The ending was fantastic<3 very dramatic!

Wollt ihr das Bett in Flammen sehen

Aasdfghjkl THAT SHOT OF SCHNEIDER!!!

The doom guy sounds are killing me I love them and the fireworks collars are amazing. I love this song so much!

Schneider throwing the drummstick in the air ♡

„AAAAAAA AAAAA” silly editing of Till every time AAAA BUT FUNNY NONETHELESS

„RAMMSTEIN!”

I love the gloves!

This song always gets me so pumeped up! And the editing makes it even more dramatic and full o energy!

The fire works at the end!

Keine Lust

Unfortunately, I sometimes vibe with this song T_T

It has such a powerful beginning it must be wonderful to hear it live.

Wanna see me fangirl again about Schneider spinning the stick midair and then catching it again?

Flake loks weird and I wouldn’t trust him.

Richard’s „nein, Ich habe keine Lust”

Dear lord Till has wonderfull eyes.

Wtf was with that tongue, Jonas??

Very nice Schnooter shots!

Oh, Ollie is hoodless now. A bit better, I think.

Paul being badass with his guitar.

Till bby who hurt you like this?

(fortunately for me ich habe some Lust hence me doing this liveblog)

Sehnsucht

Let’s geT NOSTALGIC BITCHES

I love that chanting so much!

Did he just made a cross sign??

Till is doing some hammering and Flake is just vibing XD

The chanting! The fire! The atmpshere!! I love everything about this song live

If he doesn’t hit his forhead.... oh, he actually didn’t...

Asche zu Asche

Nice trio in the front~

I swear to god Richard is always sexy on the mic during this song and he’s probably doing it on purpose! And the way he gestures!!

Lol I was wondering when Till will start acting like a slut XD

The keyboards are amazing before the last chorus.

Yesssh microhpones on fire!1

Feuer frei

Ugh that tongue edit again... leave Till’s tongue alone, Jonas!

Auch, that hurt.

BANG BANG

Flake, chase that nonsense right away XD

Leave his eye alone too!

That Schneider smirk when Till came with the mask. I love the masks!

IMAGINE BEING THERE and seeing this asdfghjkl the ultimate Rammstein experience.

Mutter

Some green lightng oh no that’s Mutter better be prepared to have my heart broken. The saddest song to ever sad you have no idea what it does to me.

Richard playing there, he’s really feeling the song.

The guitar solo is amazing!

Till was suffering there and I was shamelessly admiring Schneider behind him XD

God his eyes

The spark shower, if that doesn’t beak your heart even further... (but very nice arms >w>)

*sighs* that was fantastic~

Mein Teil

Wow I can’t belive he even added sound effects to the title melting away gross :))))

I’m getting goosebumps because of the insrtumental, it’s that awesome!

I love the moves schenider has in the background. And everytime he strikes the air with his fist.

Flake popping out of the couldron kils me everytime XD

Too much blood editing.

„da aAS IS MEIN TEIL!”

Schneider is being once again sexy in the back.

Till has funny dance moves but i love his serious face

And Flake being like no thank you I’m not buying anythingXD

Let’s START THE FLAKE COOKING

„you over there, give me your fire throwing thingy” jaaaaaaaa

There is no concert without Fklake’s spastic dance moves XD

Du riechst so gut

The bow!!

„der Wahnsinn” dear lord Richard you’re killing me.

The first time I saw Paul and Till doing that I almost had a heart attack I really thought they were gonna smash their heads together XD I see them doing it for shits and giggles.

I love the synchronised head baniging (more like bodybanging)

Yes, guitars on fire! Congrats on throwing that now jump after it :)))))

I just want to kiss Till’s mouth.

Links 2 3 4

Schneider stop being sexy!

I love the guys’ entrance for this song.

Till being all business. Onwards, my mighty stallion XD

The last chorus was very nice and full of energy (thanks editing).

Du hast

Ugh to those lightnings but otherwise is fantastic.

Do you think they ever get sick of playing it? I never expected this to be Richard’s fav song to play live....

That RZK ass XD

The fire!

Oh the keyboard must be divine live~

It must be really impressing to have a full hall singing just for you.

And then my favourite part! All that thing wiht shooting fire that comes back and then the whole stage exploding! Definitely my favourite R+ effect. Really nice image

Haifish

This gave me goosebumps again

„Sechs Herzen, die brennen” *choking* thanks for the feels-

Flake is really brave for doing that boat thingy. I could never.

Lol those dance moves, unexpected butf unny as usual.

Till clapping for Flake XDDD silly

I like the pose he aodopted while waiting for the song to move on.

Buck dich intro

This gets it’s own section because I love the instrumental so much!! Or remix, whatever you wanna cal it. It’s fantastic<3

And Richard enjoying every eye on him :D Nice ass anyway.

Weird over editing I don’t understand but whatever, we’re ignoring that.

Woo woo machine XD

Asdhjkl the BRIDGE IS COMING DOWN

THEY ARE COMING SDFGHJKLSCJHNV EJUSCD

Hello Frau Schneider and her puppies #till lehman is a sub

One of my favourite Till looks.

Of course he must be humping something or someone XD

Schneider x Rchard banter is the best. And then bodilly dragging Till onto the stage<3 I HAVE LOTS OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING OK??

Look at him being a good puppy RHI WHERE IS YOUR FIC??

Buck dich

Honestly now what is better that a shirtless Till with a colar?

The most syncopated instrumental ever. They are fucking crazy (I love them).

I was reminded of this fic XDD

Wow imagine being there and seeing Buck dich for the first time that is wild

„why are you wet?” „eh, I was too close to the stage” (part 1)

„NOCH EINMAL!!!”

The whole ending with Till and Schneider was hilarious XDDD

Man gegen man

Let’s go with that gay song! XD

Dumb editing but I’m focusing on Flake dancing beside Till.

He has an amazing back<3

I love how he goes crazy during the solo.

Wow Jonas went full with the editing for a few seconds didn’t he?

Also Till did something very sexy with that watter bottle.

Ohne dich

Time to have no feels again

I want that collar too.

Paulchard vibing together’

The hall looks amazin with all those little light on!

Dear lord Schneider looks fantastic.

Paul being cute again XD

Asdfghjkl Till crossing that bridge gave me a nose bleed tbh

Mein Herz brennt

My favorurite instrumental ever! And the one who convinced me to listen to this band.

A little sad they put on shirts again but hey, at least RZK took his off XD

The glowing heart is a loved effect but I preffer the current one to this, the timing is better now.

Amerika

Live is the only way I’m not skipping this song. The last time I listened to it is probably the last time I watched this very live XD

Are they actually whistling?

Why do they all look so good?

Flake, what are you doing? :)))

Ich will

Richard’s arms lookin fine and Till is being a slutt with the microphone again XD

Was that chick shirtles? XDD

Nice firework at the end.

Engel

So... is this whistling real or?

Those wings... in Till’s defence, I thing the floating wings are much more spectacular and much easier for his back too.

Pew!

Why!! Why do you edit those things?? They are gonna give me nightmares!

But whatever the wings on fire are cool.

Really Jonas this is not an anime stop enlarging eyes.

Pussy

Another badass entrance, considering the song XD

„Er könnte etwas größer sein” will always kill me :)))

Oh, your eyes are so pretty~

Poor mic stand.

The dick canon! To be in the first few rows... XDD „why are you wet?” „eh, I was too close to the stage” (part 2)

I love how wide Till’s back is<3

„let’s do it QUICK” peak slutiness from Herr Lindemann :)))))

I love how they all gathered around Schneider.

It impresses me so much everytime they kneel for their audience<3

Looking very nice there, Ollie!

I thought Schneider was gonna do a backflip with how he streched XDDD oh, hello Richard~

Fruhling in Paris

Till has very nice legs.

Not saying anything about him floating off like a damn fairy :)))))

I love evey time one of the others is singling along (this time: Schneider)

And Flake just ran off XD

Conclusions:

Tbh when I’m lacking motivation I really should watch this live it gives so much energy!

The Amerika / Engel whistling question still stands.

2 hours of nothing but Rammstein. I approve

#rammstein #rammbois #liveblogging

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