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spiderfunkz · 2 months

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✦ RING, RING, RING!

"i think i can really fall in love with him."

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warnings : fluff, fem!reader, gwen is mentioned to be readers best friend, harry is mentioned as well, cutesy first dates, peter being just so madly in love & so are you. not proofread!

a/n : inspired by that one scene from 'before sunrise' where celine and jesse pretend to call their friends and tell them about each other :)) also i know i'm late to valentines but it's still february sooooo

if you told yourself a few days ago that you'd be spending valentines day with peter parker, you would laugh at the thought of it.

but right now you couldn't laugh at anything but peter's stupidly unfunny jokes and his cheesy, dry, pickup lines.

you couldn't imagine what valentines would be like with peter parker, but you don't have to. you're experiencing it right now.

he had asked you in a way you've only seen in rom-coms from the 90s. he knocked on your door with a ridiculously large bouquet of flowers, a heart shaped box full of chocolate, and a nervous nerdy smile.

and you accepted it obviously. peter's nice. really nice. out of all the boys in your class, he's a gentleman compared to them.

he's got those big brown doe eyes that make you blush if you make eye contact. that weirdly fluffy hair, that makes you wonder what his hair care routine is like sometimes. the sweetest smile you could ever imagine. and a heart bigger than a size of a lake.

and my gosh, you love him.

he made a reservation at this restaurant. one that you've passed by many times but never seem to stop by. you've always thought it was too fancy for a normal hangout with friends or family, it was always crowded with couples too. it always had a jazz band playing, roses on each table, and you could smell the scent of love from outside.

it was everything you've ever dreamed of. you didn't want it to end but unfortunately, the day got darker and the sun began to set.

"i really enjoyed today, peter." you smile.

"yeah of course. i really enjoyed today too." he replied, there was still a splotch of spaghetti sauce near his mouth.

"unfortunate that the hours went by so quickly, i think i have to go home soon." you pout, peter was still smiling, that spaghetti splotch is not going anywhere.

"or maybe we could still talk, for a bit." he paused for a second before making a hand gesture resembling a phone.

"ring, ring, ring!" he mimicked. you furrow your brows.

"pick it up." he stays smiley.

"okay, beep." you laugh, following his gestures.

peter mouths a 'thank you' before continuing, "oh yeah uh, harry? harry are you there?" he asks.

you knew harry, he's peter's closest friend. they're like two peas in a pod and you could never separate them, not even when harry moved away for years.

you join in his little joke. "uh yeah dude, this is harry. dude." you try to mimic his voice.

"yeah, hey harry! do you remember that girl i was gonna ask out for valentines? the really pretty girl from bio class?" his face became pink.

"oh yeah! the really pretty girl. i know her."

"yeah so, she's with me right now and i am just so happy."

"really? how happy?"

"extremely. she's so fun to talk to. she's so incredibly wonderful and i cannot put it into words how beautiful she is. really harry, you were right. she's an angel."

you smile. "really what else? how did the date go?" your voice rasps, clearly you couldn't really perfect the accent harry has. but peter seemed to like it.

"amazing. the food was great, this restaurant is good, i uh- got the reservation in time so everything has been going perfectly.

she's such a ray of sunshine. i can't stop stealing a glance every time, harry. i dunno what's about it, she's just so- perfect."

peter continues. he's doing it on purpose. well, not really, he was going to call harry and say all of those things. but he thinks it's better to tell you face to face. besides, he loves seeing you smile.

you try your best to blurt out a reply without stuttering. "that's um, that's amazing, dude. i bet she feels the same way about you." you could feel the butterflies in your stomach.

"you really think so?" peter tilts his head.

"i'm sure."

"well, thanks harry. i'll see you later, bye bye." he hangs up, mimicking a beep on the table.

you laugh.

"okay now it's your turn."

"my turn? oh, okay." you gesture your hand.

"dring, dring, dring!" you say, "ugh she's probably studying right now." you explain.

peter picks up, in a voice that will haunt you for years. "hey, girl! what is up!" peter laughs.

it took every cell in your body to not burst out laughing in front of everyone in that restaurant. "hi, gwen. is uh- is your voice okay?" you ask.

"better than ever!" — "oh, okay." you hold your laughter. "um, you know peter? peter parker from biology. the one with fluffy hair and pretty eyes?"

peter smiles, he blushes from his nose.

"yeah so, i'm on a date with him right now. and it feels like a dream. he's prettier up close. he styled his hair, yeah, it's pretty. and he's got spaghetti sauce smeared near his lips." you smile.

peter immediately fixes the splotch, finally.

"he's kind of tall. and he's kinda nerdy too. just my type." you cover your smile, "i like to feel his eyes on me when i look away." you continued.

peter smiles, "what a nice guy."

"he really is. as the date goes on i start to like him even more. i feel like i can really open up to him."

"really?"

"mhm. he got me flowers and some chocolate too. he's funny too, he's got a voice i can listen to for hours. he's like a shot of espresso, you know?"

peter couldn't hide his blush anymore. "a shot of espresso?"

"he makes me feel energized in a way, and he also makes my heart beat really fast." you laugh, "i think i can really fall in love with him."

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nvoirs · 11 months

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yandere! leon or luis with reader? smut if u will 😉🙏

Disclaimers: Unhealthy obsessive behaviour, smut, breeding kink, manipulation, marriage talk and extremely clueless reader.

Note: Interesting turn to what I usually write. There wasn't really any context in this request so I just went all out with Leon wanting a family etc.

Leon was the most utterly sweetest man you had ever been with, he made you feel so safe, like you belonged, like you were wanted.

Going to the grocery store?

He'll come with you, even though he has work soon.

Going out with a friend?

Text or call him every hour, or maybe he'll tag along and be your driver.

Your friend is ghosting you over text?

“Maybe they just don't want to be friends with you anymore sweetheart, maybe they're just jealous of how good life treats you.”

He wiped your tear soaked face as you had just shown him that you'd been blocked. Why? It doesn't add up. Leon was helping you through it though, he was so sweet and helpful he wouldn't hurt a fly.

But in reality you had no idea what Leon was capable of, you wouldn't even be able to process the information. It would kill you. Destroy you.

You've not a clue that it was Leon that drove your friends away from you, it was Leon that was controlling every aspect of your measly little life, it was Leon that was madly obsessed with you. In love? Yeah sure but madly obsessed? Definitely.

And he'd help you erase the pain away by sitting in between your parted legs for what seemed like hours.

Your high pitched wails and mewls of pleasure drove Leon to pursue in making you cum over and over on his tongue.

It brough adrenaline rushing through your veins as he pleasured you to cloud nine.

Fuck your friends. Life was treating you well. Leon was treating you well.

Your boyfriend, your lover. Fuck you really wanted to call him your husband to. Thinking about this while gripping his hair tightly between your grasped fingers made you blush.

Almost like reading your mind, Leon lifted his head from between the tasty meal of your cunt, slick coating his lips and chin.

“What're you thinking about, my love?”

“Just how it'd feel to call you, my husband.”

“Oh? I thought you weren't interested in marriage, you said you weren't ready.”

“Yes Leon I wasn't ready before I met you, but after.. that's all I can think about. I want you to be mine.. forever, it'd kill me to see you with someone else.”

The corners of Leon's pinkish lips turned up in amusement, it had finally worked. Your obsession with him is growing, to the point where soon you'll only need to rely on him. Not your family or friends, just Leon.

“Well let me show you how much I want to put a ring on your finger, hm?” He nudged his nose against your inner thigh, making you jolt upwards.

“Hm yeah Leon, please.”

His rubbing of circles on your slit had you bucking your hips faster.

He halted his actions at your string of “wait’s” peering up at whatever you wished for.

“Leon, want you inside me now please I can't wait.” You choked out, turning on your side and curling up like a cat.

Your pussy was throbbing so badly, slick dripping from you by the second. Your pussy was practically drooling, hungry to be filled.

“Aw baby you know I hate when you're being a little brat, and not letting me taste you until I want to stop” He gripped your chin in his hands making you squeak at the sudden intrusion of space.

“But I think my soon to be wife deserves what she demands, what'd ya say?”

“Yes hm, yes yes please Lee.”

“Fuck, i love when you call me that.” You heard the clink of Leon's belt being unbuckled hitting the floor along with his jeans.

“I hate leaving you overnight for missions, gonna miss you when I'm gone, I was thinking about giving you my baby before I leave in case anything happens.” He mumbled into the skin of your neck.

“Hmm yes please Leon, I want your babies.” You babbled stupidly cockdrunk.

Lips clashing with teeth, saliva mixing in each other's own you gripped him closer as he ate you up.

“Oh fuck, I'm not letting you leave this bed now, not ever.”

He positioned his cock at your wet hole, teasing the head at the entrance making you grind against him.

“So needy.” He muttered, before slowly but swiftly sliding into your blissed out hole.

“Oh god, oh god Leon.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, making you look stupidly fucked out although Leon was yet to start his deterioration of your sanity.

Your nails left crescent shaped marks on his broad shoulders and back, lifting your legs higher to fuck you in a different but better angle.

“Fuck yes, I'm gonna fill this pussy to the brim. Can't wait to come back from work one day and announce your pregnancy to me. It'll drive me crazy, that I'm the one that knocked you up.”

Although Leon didn't say the words they were repeated in his mind, etched in bold lettering.

You're all mine. No one will take that away from me, no matter what after the marriage, the pregnancy you can't leave me. You're bound to me, no matter how bored you become. But I doubt you would ever become bored of me my darling, I have plenty to offer my sweet princess.

“Shit- yes yes Leon! Give me your cum, your babies. I want it.” You squealed when Leon lifted one of your legs.

Admiring the pretty sight of his naked form before you. He looked like a Greek god, unreal and carved from the finest of marble. Your child had better claim those remarkable genes.

His sweat had accumulated on various parts of his body, his chest and forehead more noticeable. Strands of wet hairs stuck to his head, as his pace began to slow down the grip on your waist loosening as he shook and inhaled.

“I'm gonna pound you really hard right now, brace yourself but I need to make sure you still take my seed.”

Without even waiting for your mouth to open Leon began to thrust into your guts with immense power.

“Your mine, mine, mine!”

Your volume increases in height, squeezing the flesh of his back and scratching his scalp lightly making him groan as he finally came with a particular hard thrust biting down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

Hot spurts of cum coated your walls, and you were surprised at how much Leon came and it felt like he was still cumming before he finally slid out of you watching his cum follow after.

Using his two fingers he pushed it back in before tossing you your underwear.

“Keep it plugged up, need to make sure that tight fucking pussy takes what it gladly received kindly.” He growled, pressing his forehead against your own.

“Hm thank you Lee, I hope I get pregnant, I want to carry your baby.” You smiled stroking his soft hair, before slowly looking up at him.

He returned the innocent gesture before rising up from the messy bed.

“That reminds me of something baby.” He opened his bedside drawer before fishing a small velvet coloured box out.

No way, is that what you think it is?

Leon got down on one knee, he said your name smiling directly at you.

“Will you marry me?”

You stared at him in shock, eyes unfocused as you darted from his head to his very feet.

Tears shone in your eyes as you clapped your hands to your trembling lips.

“Yes Leon, I will marry you.”

You made your way towards him pulling him into a sickly sweet hug, ending it with an ever sweeter kiss.

You admired the diamond encrusted ring that had been a family ornament for all the women in his family. In his late teens he had stolen it, after his mother had died out of anger. Promising to give it to someone he loves dearly.

Look at you.

So small in the palm of his hand.

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy #resident evil #nvoirs #re4 smut #re4 leon smut #re4 leon

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stargazeraldroth · 7 months

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Saw that you ship Drink, Cream, and Drink, and now I’ve got brainrot for a scenario with all three where Cream is happily dating/married and Ink is stupidly in love with both of them but doesn’t wanna ruin their happy ending-

Meanwhile, Cross and Dream have been trying to get him to join them for a while now, and Dream is starting to think that Cross might’ve had a point on how blunt they need to be. In his defense, he thought Ink would realize that the flowers the two sent to his house weren’t sent by mistake, but there goes his last plan.

Anon, I absolutely LOVE this idea! It's perfect and it's so fitting- and maybe, just maybe, Ink feels like he doesn't deserve their love anyway. He's just barely coping with how he feels by internalizing the belief that his feelings aren't real and, thus, his love for the two isn't real. Besides, it's not like they'd ever accept his feelings and return them, they're happily in love with each other and he doesn't fit into that picture.

Ink. My most beloved idiot.

When the flowers showed up, Ink was more confused than anything. Why had they sent him these? Was it a holiday he'd forgotten about or some other special occasion? Was it Valentine's Day and they wanted to be nice to him? Had they sent it to the wrong person by mistake? Though, granted, sending flowers to Ink by mistake was a pretty big one... it's not like he lives in a town or city or anything. He ended up asking Dream about it, but even when he confirmed they were meant for him, he still felt awkward about it.

Also, I wanna give a quick mention of how awkward it must've initially been for Cross and Dream when they sat down to talk about this. They're both still madly in love with each other, but they're also getting feelings for... someone else. So after trying to ignore those excess feelings (and failing), they agree to sit down and talk about it together. And then they find out they're both in love with the same person, who is Ink.

#anonymous asks #ink sans #dream sans #cross sans #dream x ink #cross x ink #dream x ink x cross

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somebirdortheother · 8 months

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Hello my beloved Birdy. I have returned. I've considered not sending you any other message because, well… I thought I was getting on your nerves, quite frankly. But tonight, as I was watching episode 8, I realised that if you weren't madly in love with my commentaries, you would simply delete them and block me! So here we are again, in the pit of madness.

I want to point out right off the gates that I'm still very crossed with you. Hari is still done for, and now they took Salvor as well. This isn't what I signed up for.

Demerzel? Pulling the strings in the shadows? Who would have thought?! But seriously, I find it incredibly funny that Dominion can restore memories. What CAN'T they do?

Mother Magic is an absolute bitch. Sorry. I've said the word. And Gaal is really disappointing me so far. She's smarter than that. She should know better. The moment she knew that Hari was dead, she should've ran for the hills with Salvor.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Hober Mallow is such a King for this. The lack of respect. This is so funny. They really didn't see that one coming, did they?! Also Cleon should've stayed under Demerzel. Honestly, if i'm under Demerzel… I'm staying there.

BEKI WAS SUCH A GOOD GIRL SHE DIDN'T DESERVE TO DIE. I'm getting really tired of having my heart be broken. There's nothing much left of it.

What I love so much about Day, every Day, is how stupidly dumb they can be sometimes. Going to Terminus… Right… This is such a brilliant plan my dude. Not at all completely stupid. And of course, if the woman whose entirely family you had assassinated (and who KNOWS about it) is encouraging you to go, of course you should.

Day: keep my bride-to-be safe Dawn: don't ya worry buddy. I'll keep her safe and warm in my bed.

Alright, Salvor is alive. I'm forgiving you a little bit.

You know, I wonder how the Haris would interact with each other. Vault!Hari is very cold, hard and detached. He feels like a program. He reminds me of the Architect in Matrix Reloaded, actually. Drown!Hari feels far more human, Would they see each other as brothers, or would they fatally end up hating each other, for wanting to claim sole ownership of OG!Hari's heritage. At least Vault!Hari took pretty well the fact that he was the left hand lol

Poly and Empire are both wrong. Demerzel, too, saw both of Seldon's crises.

WHAT. THE. FUCK. My brain isn't built to endure slightly off chronology without at least a bit of a warning. I'm being mindfucked and they're not even giving me a head's up beforehand. How unkind. Speaking of, Constant is just... super horny. I get it, being close to death can be an aphrodisiac. But good grief, pick your moment!

I CALLED IT!!! I CALLED IT!!!!!!!! I KNEW IT! I'm so freaking brilliant. I'm so stupid but also so smart!!!!!!! Mother Magic is a goddamn nutjob. She's bloody insane. BUT I CALLED IT.

Goddamn it. I called it too. Demerzel was in charge the whole time. Psychohistory is for suckers, I should start my own cult.

6/10 : some parts dragged on, and it felt like a filler episode at times, but I love to be vindicted. Also, even though my heart is still broken in a billion pieces due to Hari's, and now Beki's death, I'm very fond of you, so consider your debt forgiven.

FNG

Hello, dear FNG! Your Foundation watches and episode reviews always delight me!

Before I go any further, I do want to point to this post of mine - I took several hours today to rewatch episodes 5-8 ONLY for the Ignis (drown!Hari, Gaal, Salvor) timeline to pick it apart.

Anywho - that’s the timeline I’ll pick first, since - as you may know, it’s really the only one I care for. To your comment to Gaal being disappointing - I’m with you on that BUT if you read the post I link above, my running hypothesis is that the majority of things we “see” on that planet hasn’t actually happened and occurs as a result of mental manipulation either by Tellem or by Gaal. To go a bit further, I happen to think that the timeline becomes “mostly sketchy” after Tellem approaches Gaal aboard the Beggar in Episode 6.

Re: Drown!Hari - honestly - I think the drowner has at least a trick up his soggy sleeve.

Salvor is always the one with the brain cells.

I liked vault!Hari here, and particularly amused that he ditched his commitment to math and his plan in SECONDS after Salvor mentioned that Gaal needs him. Oh, Hari, you old, lovely fool 😌

Day… every Day - yeah he’s clearly hopped up on idiocy, steroids, and terrible sex with Demerzel - he deserves to go to Terminus and die from tripping over his pants. Or from tetanus.

Demerzel RUNNING THINGS? Quelle surprise!!!!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Yeah I was also really upset by Beki’s death. You just don’t kill the pet on a tv show what the fuck 😩

Constant… Hober - I know other Foundation fans will hate me for this but - they have zero chemistry and I find Constant’s awkwardness off putting but to each their own.

MOVING ON TO YOUR FINAL SCORING:

Oh, I’d actually rate this one higher than 6, but possibly because I’m a sucker for “connecting the timelines” using that “vault!Hari scribbles Hober Mallow on the wall because he’s copying Gaal’s homework” trick. It amused me enough to automatically bump up the score to 8.

Nevertheless, I respect your honest review, as always 🫡🫡🫡🫡

Bonne nuit!

P.S. drown!Hari is bloody hilarious. I call him meat!Hari and Rat!Hari. Adding this one to the list.

#fng foundation watch #foundation spoilers #foundation #foundation season 2 #Hari seldon #Gaal dornick #salvor Hardin

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hellshee · 9 months

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how about ray and walt being madly in love to the extent that they just can't stop thinking about each other but were both busy keeping their values and in serious denial that neither of them ever confessed ? (for at least 6 consecutive months)

who is behind this?? thank you for feeding me gk otps <3

can you imagine how much ray pines?? he feels genuinely stupidly in love with this walking ball of sunshine that could also end someone in seconds.

and then, when the stuff that happens starts taking a toll on walt, and ray would chew glass just to get him to smile?? and he can't do anything?? and his day is spent half surviving half trying to not lose walt along the way?

ray's never thought he was worth a minute of walt's time, but he's also never had to deal with such intense feelings. it's... weird and overwhelming and.... right.

walt feels it too, at least in the beginning. then what happens gets at him too much. it hits him again full force once they're stateside and he cannot fathom the idea of going home and just.... not having ray in his day to day life.

surprisingly, it's walt that shows at ray's door. he doesn't even have a good excuse, but it's good that he doesn't need one.

#💌 answered 💌#anonymous #raywalt

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khihi · 7 months

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As a french person who read les misérables at school but has never watched the movie/musical, I'm quite curious about what has attracted many (foreign) people to it. Feel free to rant and share your thoughts, I'm genuinely curious

OH GOD OKAY LOOK HERE'S THE THING FIRST OF ALL the musical is absolutely incredible. I'm a musicals fan in general but les mis is something else. It will make you cry and laugh and somehow it will also make you proud to be French even when you're not French.

Long rant/fucking essay under cut so I'm not bombarding everyone who doesn't care about musicals or dead French dudes

I wish everyone could watch a live performance of it as their first experience of les mis because I feel like most people only see either the movie or the 25th anniversary concert. And while I adore the 25th anniversary concert and I'm a Les Mis 2012 Movie Defender 4 lyfe, I think both of those won't anchor you into enjoying les mis quite as much as an actual, professional live performance of the show will (bc the anniversary is mostly just standing and singing and the movie is.. flawed).

Also I imagine your first experience of it being the brick probably would not help you see why foreigners love this story so much because that thing is CHONKY and I've absolutely not read all of it - I've literally only read bits of it that include my faves. Sorry Hugo but I'm not here to read your rant about Paris' sewage system, I'm here to read about Grantaire bullying Enjolras and laugh at Marius for crying against a tree for hours xx

Les Amis de l'ABC are the main attraction for me and I think a lot of les mis fans tbh. Their friendships combined with their doomed narrative is just the absolute best and worst, emotionally speaking thing. Just the fact they believe so strongly in wanting to change the world that they're prepared to fight and die for it but they're also just a bunch of super young guys who drink and laugh together makes my heart hurt. They're martyrs to a hopeless cause but they're so human.

It makes you want to see them happy and victorious (I know there are a lot of mundane college kids les amis fics out there where they're "all happy and nothing hurts" because of this) but also that doomed narrative is so delicious every single time (which is why me and other les mis fans come crawling back to rewatch the musical whenever we're presented with the opportunity).

And DO NOT get me started on ExR. Grantaire and Enjolras are THE most angsty ship in the world, they make me ill. Grantaire is so in love with Enjolras even though his depression makes him a lot more aware of just how fucked they all are in this revolution, he's like a moth to a flame. Also the guy who played Grantaire in the 2012 movie shipped ExR. George Blagden if you can hear me right now I owe you my life and I hate them for cutting your Drink With Me solo.

Also the female characters in les mis are SO FUCKING GOOD HOLY SHIT like yes Cosette and Eponine are both madly stupidly in love with Marius "Just Some Guy" Pontmercy but to me it always felt like Marius was their love interest rather than the other way around. He's the chain that links Valjean to the revolution and back to the Thénardiers, but Eponine and Cosette are both so much more interesting to me personally than him.

AND FANTINE?? Fantine who had her life torn to shreds and does everything in her power (of which she has NONE) to protect her little girl and is punished, like fucking everyone in the story, for being a good person?? but who is always shown to be a sympathetic character?? written in a time when women were possessions and prostitutes were seen as scum of the earth?? Once again it's emotionally catastrophic, but it's beautiful. I for one enjoy when stories reach into my chest and squeeze my heart to pulp.

ALSO I'm such a sucker for motifs and symbology and themes and all of that Good Literature Shit, which les mis has in buckets, so there's also that.

so yeah

tl;dr the characters are my babies, i love a masterfully crafted story, and the music makes me feel shrimp emotions. PLEASE SEE THE MUSICAL.

thank you for letting me infodump this fine sunday afternoon <3

#les mis #ask

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flowersforone · 3 years

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Just rewatched EP 163 of Inuyasha and it struck me as so odd that it's never shown or even implied that Miroku comforts Sango after everything that happens. It's so out of character for him not to because at that point in the story they're already engaged. It doesn't have to be explicitly shown, but it could be implied by having them walk off together or something. It's really jarring because this is right after the Zushi Nezumi arc where Miroku comforts Sango. I know it's just a filler episode and it's not about them as a couple, but it's still painfully out of character. One of the main characteristics of their relationship is that, he's there for her when she needs emotional support. In the manga this is something that's always consistently shown, and idk I wish the anime were the same. These two are one of my all time otps, and I just want to see the bad ass demon slayer get comforted by her emotional support monk.

#Inuyasha #Miroku #Sango #miroku x sango #mirsan #they're relationship isn't perfect #but I still love them #and all they're stupid little quirks #they're stupidly madly in love #and I'm a sucker for pairings that are willing to do anything for each other #I'll admit I fucking cried when he got the shouki wounds #and when she was willing to sacrafice her hiraikotsu #and then the thing with the medicine sage #high school me was crying when those chapters came out #and the kiss near the end #just hit me in the feels so hard #i i can't #i didn't mean for this to be 'the communist manifesto' of my otp #oops im rambling

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fulltimemoaner · 3 years

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Just something cute like Childe and Zhongli are crushing on each other but they think the other doesn't share their feelings so both of them are being dumd and trying very hard to hide their feelings. Meanwhile, everyone knows they're in love with each other.

Zhongli knows he is being irrational, there is nothing in the world that could possibly bind an adeptus and a human together, nothing short of disaster and broken hearts, anyways. Of course, there are adepti that could argue with his stance, such as the law consultant Yanfei, who is the very product of such a connection. However, the vast difference between a mere law consultant an ex archon is omnipresent in his mind, and so is the fact that he is more than five thousand years older than a certain troublemaker. When he sips his painstakingly prepared tea, his face sours, the leaves leaving a bitter tinge on his tongue, over-boiled and somewhat stale. There went six hours of wasted kitchen labour, all due to his own knack for overthinking and contemplating. He had all the time in the world, after all, to drown in his own musings, even if Hu Tao was still yelling at him to do his duties and other earthly errands. No, Zhongli didn’t look down on those, quite the opposite. He had taken to loving the simple life of the human Zhongli, without the hassles of being Morax. Humanity, however, came with its cons, such as attraction and irrationality. Again, it wasn’t like he hadn’t loved as an Adeptus, madly so, perhaps, but this wasn’t the time for him to be arguing with himself. He simply had to put his desires on a leash. He took another sip of bitter tea.

There was no way Ajax liked him back, after all. He was young, a few millennia so, (yes, he isn’t about to stop repeating that to himself) and strong, quick witted, humorous, loud, adventurous- Everything that Zhongli had lost in the past thousand years of being Morax. A heavy sigh leaves his lips and he leans his chin into the inside of his palm. In times like these, it’s hard not to miss Jueyun Karst and the company of his kind, it’s in times like these when he is filled with confusion and lack of understanding involving the humans he so greatly adores. He wonders if the loss of his Gnosis led to the loss of some of the divine, whether it brought him closer to the earthly beings, which was why he found his heart squeezing so hard at the thought of ginger hair and aquamarine eyes.

A loud thud shakes Zhongli out of his reverie, the sliding door of the Wangsheng Funeral parlour slamming open to reveal Hu Tao’s gleaming eyes, as well as a very handsome yet petrified Snezhnayan. “Zhongli!” The woman coos, her hand holding an iron grip on the Harbinger’s wrist. “Someone needs your assistance.”

“Tartaglia.” Zhongli clears his throat, easing into his front of apathy despite his hammering heartbeat.

“Ah, Mr. Zhongli.” Childe laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head in that telltale way that radiated tides of awkwardness that would put his elemental abilities to shame. “There is a death within the Fatui,” He’s lying. No one has died under his watch. “And we need to bury him, it’s too hot to transport him back to Snezhnaya as it is.” His stuttering voice is probably giving him out, but Hu Tao elbows his ribs so hard he almost gasps.

“Ah, what a tragedy!” The parlour owner throws a hand over her eyes. “Such honoured guests suffering a loss like that! Zhongli, this calls for your assistance. I am so busy and I’m afraid my knowledge in Snezhnayan burial customs is vastly limited, so feel free to take this on!” She gives Zhongli the most suspicious thumbs up known to mankind and sticks her tongue out, and just like she always comes and goes, she practically evaporates out of the room.

Childe is sweating. He is staring at Zhongli with wide eyes and a suspicious tingle in his stomach, a playback of Scaramouche’s words rolling in his brain like a jammed tape.

“Go short your stupid crush out. Don’t show your face in the Northern Bank until you are ready to act normal, fucking idiot. You’re slowing us down, and by the Tsaritsa, I’m not above ratting you out and having you demoted to an errand boy.”

Childe almost cringes at the memory of the aggression in the Sixth Harbinger’s voice. He is going to kill him. Childe Tartaglia Ajax is a massive coward, and he is about to be murdered by his superior because he has a crush on a six thousand year old adeptus that is too good for him and wouldn’t bat-

“How did they die?”

Childe’s brain is like a train about to derail. Zhongli is up now, boiling some tea that smells suspiciously much like Jasmine, just like Ajax prefers it. If he tries to do as much as think of a single thing, all he can do is visualise Zhongli’s golden eyes gleaming underneath the lanterns of that odd Liyuan festival that Childe did not exactly comprehend, be it for his lack of interest at the time, or his complete concentration on that rich voice that kept whispering tales to him about the lanterns and the dead and the local myths.

“There is no one dead.” Childe blurts out, now or never. To be frank, he is absolutely shitting it. This is harder than fighting in the Abyss, worse than getting his ass kicked repeatedly by Traveller and that flying chicken that followed him around all the time-

“I seem to have misunderstood.” Zhongli watches him confusedly, teapot hanging forgotten on one hand. Childe can almost visualise him making that very same tea in his home in Snezhnaya, with the raging blizzards going strong outside, his soothing voice telling tales of dragons and giant monsters to his baby siblings to entertain them for a lack of anything better to do in the catastrophic winter. “You do not need my assistance?”

“No. I mean, yes, but not in that way.” Childe grunts, rubbing his eyes with both hands, stood ten feet away from Zhongli because he simply can’t stand the way his body burns when their shoulders brush together. The ex archon continues to look completely lost, his lips slightly open and his brows furrowed in his weak attempt to grasp the situation. Childe is stubborn, ridiculously brave at most instances, but above all, he is an idiot. And like an idiot, he says: “Have you ever kissed a Snezhnayan?”

Zhongli stills, blinking stupidly, unable to tell whether this was another one of the Harbinger’s jokes that their generational and cultural gap didn’t allow him to understand. He places the teapot down. “Excuse me?”

Childe wants to smack himself across the face. He forces out a loud laugh. “No, that was a joke!” He can feel the hairs on the side of his head sticking to his face. If the Abyss could swallow him again, now was the time. “What I mean is…” Childe takes in a deep breath. “Will you go out on a date with me?”

Zhongli stares at the wall across him, way past Ajax, into the eyes of some unseen divine force that is absolutely messing with him right then. “Did Hu Tao put you up to this?” After all, she always told him he needed to get laid, but he never understood where exactly he was supposed to be reclining. Mortal language had taken to weird expressions over the centuries.

“No, God, no,” Childe shakes his hands defensively. “Alright, mr. Zhongli, I’m so into you I can’t sleep at night, and I have been like that since I first saw you walking by Wanmin Restaurant, when you were trying some local delicacy and doing your ridiculous, bourgeoise critique on the authenticity of the flavours-” Childe goes quiet, his rant dying amidst its blooming as he watched Zhongli’s eyes soften and his brows tense, an unmistakable redness spreading over the adeptus’ face. “Mr. Zhongli?”

“Ajax, stop.” Zhongli hasn’t felt this flustered in thousands of years. He isn’t sure what it is about this human that is so awfully endearing, but it’s making him sear and liquify from the inside. “I’ll go out with you. We need to discuss the place and time, as well as the attire and the mood of the overall meeting, since leaving things unclear leads to misunderstandings that can not be resolved without-”

Ajax’s smile is stretching so wide across his face that he fears it’s going to split, a sudden ego boost booming so hard into his chest that he feels like he could fight the entire Fatui army and win. He takes a few steps forward and puts his hands on the table in front of the ex archon, hovering slightly above him. “Leave it to me.” He leans in closer and Zhongli can smell the exotic perfume on his skin. “There’s only one question left.”

“What?” Zhongli treads carefully, his jaw setting when a gloved hand finds his chin and tips his head back, fixing their gazes together.

“Have you ever kissed a Snezhnayan?”

#thank you so much for requesting this anon!! Here is zhongli and childe being so awkward u will probably cry #send me more questions if u guys want me to write smth #tartali #zhongchi #chili #tartaglia ajax #childe #childe genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli genshin impact #morax #childe x zhongli #genshin impact

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welcometopromptland · 3 years

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💜 ← OT3 Prompts → 💜

- A and B are two chaotic and stupidly competitive best friends who are fighting over C. Little do they know, C likes them both and has devised an entire master plan to get the three of them into a relationship. A and B already act like an old married couple - how hard could this be?

- C was accepted into a boarding school late. When they arrive, it turns out there's a shortage of rooms and now they have two roommates rather than one. As it turns out, A and B are...close (as C unfortunately had to discover). Now, A and B, having both decided C is very cute, have made a bet on just how awkward/flustered they can make C before they snap.

- A, B and C were the best of friends in high school but they drifted apart after graduation (leaving all that romantic tension sadly unresolved). Years later, by coincidence, A and B find one another again and it's like nothing has changed. Except, C is missing and their disappearance hangs in the air like a nagging question mark between A and B. They decide that they have to find C which turns out to be a lot harder than they expected but in the name of best friendship and love and polyamorous rights, they end up driving back to their hometown, seeing C's family and then making a week-long roadtrip across the country on a quest to find C.

- A has a big ol' crush on B but despite their tough/cocky reputation, have no idea how to go about asking out this God/dess of a person and stutter everytime they're around B. Enter person C (A's best friend and ultimate wingperson) who takes their job VERY seriously and think they are being subtle. B, however, has double the braincells of A and C combined and knows exactly what's going on but they think all of this is adorably sweet of C and it's working except they're falling madly in love with A and C.

- A thinks BC are dating. C thinks AB are dating. B is completely clueless to this miscommunication and thinks they're just inviting their two best friends to hang out all the time, oblivious to the awkward tension between A and C.

- When C finds themselves pregnant and with no place to go, a good friend of theirs (B) takes them in and insists they stay at their apartment which they share with their S/O, A. A and B are now very invested in C and their yet-to-be-born child and do everything they can to support C. They even start reading parenting books and at least one of them accompanies C to all of their appointments/parent meets. So much so, C and A/B are often mistaken for a couple and with the way that A and B are acting, they might as well all be together at this point.

#prompts #writing #writing prompt #otp #ot3 #poly #polyam #polyamory #romance #writers #ot3 prompts #poly prompts #otp prompts

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pinkandblueblurbs · 2 years

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I just finished Bridgerton, and here are my thoughts:

I agree with you that they made Edwina and Anthony too likable and gave them too much chemistry, and that they leaned too heavily into the Kate and Anthony hating each other thing. However, his speech at the dinner with the Sheffields, SWOON, and what he said to Kate after: "You are the bane of my existence, and the object of my every desire"? YES PLEASE. The last 5 minutes of the last episode had me smiling like an idiot, they're so stupidly in love and I love it. I do wish they had more of an attraction like they did in the books thought. Overall, I enjoyed it, and now we begin the wait for season 3 😂

yeah it sounds like we agree, the points just ruined it for me more than it did for me lmao. bc i do def think their chemistry got better, it was just too little too late imo :/// i also didnt love how extremely dramatic they made it. like it made me sad that kate upset edwina so much :(( though that may not have been such a big issue for me if i actually felt like anthony and kate were madly in love by then. i’m glad u enjoyed it!

#em 🍬#bridgerton spoilers

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siriuslywolfish-pg9 · 4 years

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I shared my Dessert! (And my heart)

- by Perrygrace9 (ao3) A Drarry one shot.

Based on a Prompt I received on tumblr: “Ok hear me out. This is based on how I got with my bf. Draco has had a crush on Harry forever(and they're sorta friends but not really) One day Harry walks in on Draco crying in a stairwell of a hotel, harry goes to comfort him and Draco fesses up to how he feels. Ok this is just what happened to me with new names but still it would be dope to see it written out.

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Draco buried his face in his knees, his fingers fisting his hair as he bit his lip in a vain attempt to stifle the sobs that wracked through his chest.

The image of Harry kissing Oliver Wood was still flashing through his mind, burning and stinging his heart, scorching him to the very core.

He hated it! Hated the way Harry was leaning against the counter in that easy confident way of his, with his strong arms wrapped around Wood's waist as the Quidditch star nipped and licked at Harry's neck while Harry chuckled before leaning down and catching his lips in a heated kiss.

He hated how easily Oliver Wood had taken the glass of scotch from Harry's grasp—like he owned the man—and had nestled into Harry’s arms before proceeding to make out with him, as if Wood belonged there, as if he was laying claim on Harry by kissing him in front of everyone, right at the bar counter in the middle of a party for all the world to see that he owned the saviour who was coveted by the entire wizarding world.

It made Draco sick. And so he had chucked down the last of his drink and stormed out of the hall, leaving Pansy surprised and calling after him. But he hadn't turned back, too desperate to hide his tears and leave the hall before they fell and spilled from his eyes, making him the object of ridicule.

He shouldn't have come to this stupid ministry gala. But he did anyway. Just to look at Harry. To see him dressed up in all his glory and see the shine in his eyes. Harry looked beautiful in his full Auror uniform, his medals and tags adorning his chest and shoulders. His eyes sharp and his smile genuine and kind as ever. It was a rare sight and Draco didn't want to miss it for the world.

Last month Draco had received the invitation for the gala—which he knew was partly Harry's doing since the ministry would never voluntarily invite an Ex Death Eater to a function, even though Draco had been acquitted and had been serving as a healer for the past few years, doing his utter most to make up for the damage he had caused.

He had been hesitant to go to the gala at first, not ready to face so many scornful eyes and glares. But the other reason why he didn't want to go was because he would have to see Harry taking someone else as his date. Draco had tried, or fantasised really, to ask Harry to be his date, but he knew it wasn't possible. Even if Harry agreed simply out of politeness and the goodness of his heart, because the idiot was too soft hearted to reject someone, Draco still did not have it in him to create problems for Harry by being with him so publically. He knew how draining Harry found the hungry media. And Draco would be nothing but a stain on his shining golden image.

In the last few months they have become tentative friends and Draco respected and cared too much for Harry to hurt him in anyway, especially not after how kind Harry had been to Draco when the world had shunned him.

But even worse was watching so many people asking Harry to be his date. Every time Draco had been at the ministry to drop Auror medical reports or samples or anything, he had seen someone asking Harry or hinting to it or making a pass at him. And each time Draco's insides had clenched in a tight knot, afraid that Harry would agree. But for some reason Harry had turned down everyone, saying he had someone special he wanted to take.

And that had been worse to hear. This whole time at least Draco had told himself that Harry was single. That even if it was impossible, Draco still had a chance. He could almost delude himself into thinking that he had time to get close to Harry, to know him and love him. But now, knowing that Harry probably already had someone special, had nailed down the reality for Draco and his hopes and dreams had come crashing down.

At last, he had asked Pansy to be his date. Even though he knew he would regret it later, it was impossible for him to miss the chance of seeing just who Harry's someone special was. His desperation and curiosity had gotten the better of him. And now he regretted it tremendously.

He cursed himself, a choked sob racking through his lungs. He was so stupid. What had he expected to gain by coming here? That somehow a miracle would happen and Harry would confess his love for Draco? He had known Harry would be bringing his "someone special" . Harry himself had told Draco when he had asked Draco if he was planning to go to the gala.

Maybe some stupid part in Draco, a naive and hopeful and idiot and stupidly in love part of Draco had hoped it to be untrue. Had hoped that Harry's partner would be someone who didn't deserve him (not that Draco ever considered himself worthy of deserving Harry, but still!). That way at least Draco would have someone to hate, to scorn and detest and direct all his resentment and frustration for not being able to express his feelings for Harry, and eventually get over Harry. Even though Draco knew that would never happen, he could never get over Harry.

But it had turned out to be Oliver Wood. The famous, charming, successful and dashing Oliver wood. Draco never stood a chance against Oliver. It was pathetic to even dream about it.

But what could he do? Draco was known for making the worst decisions, for screwing up the simplest of things. And now he had fallen in love with Harry. Stupidly and madly in love with Harry. He had tried so hard not to let himself be carried away by those piercing eyes every time they had looked at Draco with warmth and sympathy and understanding. He had tried so hard not to trip over and fall for that lazy smile, charming and goofy and yet so open and honest.

After Harry had ensured the safety of his family and kept him and his mother out of Azkaban, Draco had done his best to make the most of this generous second chance, but to also avoid Harry at all cost. But Draco being a healer and Harry being an Auror prone to injury had made their meeting inevitable. And before Draco knew it, Harry was inviting him for dinners and pub nights and friendly outings with friends.

Draco had tried to refuse, partly out of wounded pride at being perceived as a pathetic loner (although now he knew that Harry didn't see him that way) and partly because he knew he wouldn't be welcomed. But Harry's sincere attempts to mend things between them and his earnest eyes had been difficult to rebuff.

At first it had been awkward, and more than once he had caught Harry glaring at someone or pointedly shutting them up if they tried to say anything mean or degrading to Draco and his friends. Yes, Harry had been kind enough to extend his generosity and his forgiveness to Draco's friends too, so that Draco didn't have to come to these gatherings alone. The noble, pure, giant hearted idiot that Harry was, how could anyone not fall for him?

And look where it had all ended up. With Draco crying on the eve of Christmas in the dark corner at the bottom of the steps of the empty stairwell of a grand hotel, while the rest of the wizarding world celebrated in the grand ballroom. The ceremonies had ended long ago, giving way to the more raunchy after-party with booze and band and blasting music. It was then when Draco had seen the sight which had broken his heart into pieces.

He had known this was coming, he had always known that this would end in heartbreak when he had first realised his feelings for Harry. But he had no idea that it would hurt this bad. To see someone else in Harry's arms was gut wrenching. It was like Draco's heart was imploding into itself. But it was happening slowly and torturously, as if every chunk was falling piece by piece, every vein and tending snapping like a thread one after the other, and pain chipping away at his insides until Draco couldn't take it anymore.

The place where his heart should be felt hollow and painful, and heavy, and it ached! It ached so bad. Worse than the cruciatus, because at least the pain of the curse always ended. But this? This heart break? This loss? No. Draco already knew that this was a wound that would never heal.

"Draco?"

His head snapped as he looked up, his eyes wide. Harry was standing there, leaning against the column, one hand in his pocket. His medals glinted in the moonlight. His hair was tousled and the top buttons of his collar were open. He looked breath-taking.

"Harry?" Draco choked out and looked away, sniffling and hastily wiping his tears. "Wha--what are you doing here? I thought you would be at the party."

"I was looking for you. You suddenly disappeared."

"Oh." Draco looked at his lap, he hadn't expected that answer. Something warm spread through his chest, like a gentle balm soothing his flaming nerves. Harry had come looking for him. "You—" his voice caught, scratchy from crying. He cleared his throat, "You should be inside."

“So should you."

Draco remained quite, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. He was well aware that Harry could see his tear tracks and his rumpled, dishevelled appearance, and was desperate to avoided this conversation before Harry had a chance to make any enquires about his well being.

“Are you alright?" Harry's voice was soft and so full of concern that Draco wanted to just pull him close and spill his heart out to him and never let him go.

Instead Draco just glared at the floor, stubbornly pulling at the cuffs of his sleeves.

Harry sighed and sat on the steps, facing Draco. Leaning his back against the railing, he scrutinised Draco with a grave expression on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. "Draco, look at me." Draco didn't. "Did someone say anything? Was it the media? You can tell me, you know, I will see to it that they--"

Draco shook his head and the tears that had been clinging to his eyelashes rolled down his cheeks.

"No, no one said anything,” he mumbled in a small voice. Harry's protectiveness and indignation on his behalf was bitter sweet. It made Draco crave him even more, but at the same time the realisation that, no matter how close Draco got to Harry, Harry would always be just out of his reach, tarnished and chilled the warmth that he had felt moments ago.

More tears fell down his cheeks. "Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, angrily wiping them away. But they kept falling. "Shit! Don't--"

"Hey." Harry's voice was soft and oh so tender. Warm hands cupped Draco's cheeks as Harry turned his face to make him meet his eyes. "Draco, look at me, please."

Draco slowly peered up at Harry from under his eyelashes, his vision a little blurry from tears. Harry's expression was concerned, and there was such tenderness in his eyes that Draco felt his heart breaking, he could almost hear the crack, like the shattering of frozen ice over a lake. He choked on a sob.

Harry’s expression went from concerned to panicked, and he pulled Draco close, wrapping him in his arms. And Draco knew he had lost it. It was a hopeless battle to begin with. Loud, broken sobs wracked through his body as tears flowed down his cheeks in abandon, soaking Harry's expensive robes.

But Harry didn't seen to mind. He just held Draco close, drawing soothing circles on his back, shushing and mumbling sweet nothings into his ears.

If anything, it made everything ten times worse. How could Draco ever be expected to forget this beautiful, caring, selfless man? Especially when he was hugging Draco like this, like he was the most precious thing in the world. In that moment, Draco wanted to stay in Harry's arms forever. He would happily embrace death in that moment if it meant that he would die in Harry's arms and Harry calm, loving voice would be the last memory resonating through the beats of his fading heart as he took his final breath.

But at the same time having Harry so close and yet so far was torture, and Draco wanted to pull away from him as if burned, unable to endure the agony of his yearning heart anymore.

"I am sorry, Harry," Draco mumbled between his sobs, his voice muffled and strained with guilt and shame. "I am so sorry. I tried--I tried to stop it, I really did—but I can't anymore, I am so sorry."

Harry hugged his tighter. "What are you saying," he said softly in Draco's hair. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Dragon"

Draco’s breath hitched at the use of the pet name, it was something he allowed only Harry to call him. His face still buried in Harry's chest, Draco shook his head. It was now or never. "I—I like you Harry. I like you a lot."

Harry froze. Draco felt it the instant when Harry's entire body went rigid. Draco's stomach dropped.

Harry pulled away, keeping Draco at arms length, his jaw slack as he looked at Draco with an unreadable expression in his face.

Draco dropped his eyes to the floor. His heart hammered against his chest, filled with guilt and self loathing. How could he even dare to like Harry, let alone love him. And now Draco had gone ahead and dumped his feelings on Harry. It wasn't fare to him. He was sure Harry would hate him now. Or worse, he would try to make it up to Draco, and would be too careful around him to avoid hurting him by further.

"I will understand if you want me to—” Draco hiccupped—"I would understand if you don't want to remain friends with me anymore. Not that we were ever friends. I wouldn't be so arrogant as to assume that but—I know I shouldn't—It’s okay if you hate me. I deserve it. I would never say it again, I promise. These are my feelings and you don't have to—"

Draco's rambling was cut off by a pair of soft lips crashing into his in a chaste but firm kiss. Draco's eyes widened, but then they fell shut on their own accord as Harry snaked an arm around Draco's waist, his hand coming to rest on the small of Draco's back and pulling him close, his other hand cupped Draco's jaw before burying into Draco's hair as the nape of his neck. Draco gasped, Harry deepened the kiss and continued to kiss Draco like a traveller in desert quenching his thirst.

The kiss was languid and sure and warm and chaste, full of assurance and meaning, like the sweet words of comfort or the safety of Harry's embrace. Harry kissed like he protected, like he cared and like he loved. With his entire being, giving away his everything, without demanding anything in return. Just giving and giving and giving...

And Draco was drowning in it. His toes curled, and the very tips of his fingers tingled with the sweet sensation of the feeling of Harry’s lips on his, Harry's hand on his back, his firm chest and his strong shoulder in Draco's grip where he clutched onto Harry for dear life.

Slowly, the heated kisses turned gentle and light and lazy, and Harry finally pulled away, his hand still on Draco's cheek, the thumb of his other hand tracing circles on Draco's back, teasing the hem of his shirt where it had ridden up.

Draco's eyes fluttered open. Harry was staring back at him, his hair and eyes shining like a mossy lake under the moonlight. He looked ethereal.

“Why?" was all Draco could manage.

"I like you too." He tentatively wiped Draco's tears, caressing his cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I am sorry I didn't say anything sooner, love."

"Do you really mean that?"

Harry nodded.

"But what about Wood?" Draco asked, his voice just above a whisper , afraid that this was a dream and he would wake up if he raised his voice. He deliberately stopped himself from fixating too much on the fact that Harry had just called him love. "I just saw you two together..."

Harry's mouth formed an "O" "You saw that?"

Draco nodded, his cheeks burning pink, whether from embarrassment or fear, he didn't know, or maybe it had something to do with Harry's closeness or the affection in his eyes when he looked at Draco. He suddenly realised that Harry had been giving him that look for weeks now, only he had failed to notice it in his apprehension.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, “That was just drinks and we were being stupid....Oliver would be leaving tomorrow for his tour anyway. There is nothing between us. We were just fooling around."

"But wasn't he your special someone?"

Harry laughed, then shook his head when Draco's eyes widened in horror, thinking that Harry was mocking him and that this was all a sick joke. Harry stopped and smiled fondly at him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Draco's ear. "No, you prat. Oliver isn't my special some, you are."

Draco stared at him dumbly. "But I thought—Why didn't you ever say anything?"

“I tried! I tried to ask you but I kept chickning out and then you said that you were going with Pansy."

"I said that because I thought you were going with some one else and I didn't want to—you know..."

"We are so stupid."

Draco pouted. "Speak for yourself, Potter. You are the one who chickened out of asking me to the ball. It was all your fault." Draco sniffed. "We could have avoided all the angst, but no, you had to go and make me cry. You enjoy it, don't you?"

Harry burst out laughing and pulled Draco close again, smothering him in a hug. "Like you gave me any chance. You are as cold and stiff as an iceberg."

Draco pulled away just a little from where his face was smushed against Harry. "I was obvious, Harry. You were just too oblivious to notice."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Draco held up his hands in a gesture of dramatic defeat. "I shared my desserts with you and sacrificed my beauty sleep from time to time to be with you. That's as obvious as it gets. Even Blaise knew, and he is a slut who only concerns himself with the matters of his dick, and even he saw that I was arse over tit for you!"

Harry opened his mouth and closed it again, looking amused. "You are ridiculous."

"No, you are just thick!"

"Hey! That's no way to treat your boyfriend."

Draco’s stomach flipped and he blushed. "Boyfriend?"

Harry looked away, "I mean, if you want to."

"Do you want to?"

Harry glanced at Draco and nodded.

Draco's heart skipped a beat and he inched closer to Harry. Boyfriends!

“Wait. If you and Wood are not an item then why were you snogging his face off? I can understand why he was doing it. But I thought hook-ups weren't your thing?"

Harry flushed crimson, looking sheepish. "I thought you would never reciprocate my feelings. I was trying to get you out of my system."

Draco's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "By snogging Wood?"

“Yes?”

“Why would I not want you, Harry? Have you seen me? Have you seen yourself?" Draco gestured at Harry from top to bottom, generally encompassing his whole being.

Harry just blinked back at him. And Draco realised that Harry, stupid, idiot, modest, wearing-his-heart-on-his-sleeve, dorky Harry, really did think that Draco would reject him.

Draco couldn't help the fond smile that curled across his lips. Harry's innocence in such matters was endearing. Harry really had no idea how amazing he was. It looked like his dreadful relatives really did a number on him when it came to self-appreciation. Well, Draco would just have to rectify that.

“So," Harry said haltingly, almost hesitant. “Now that you know everything, may I kiss you?”

Draco blinked, his lips parting in shock. He was still a little dazed and incredulous at the turn of events. The first kiss had been sudden, barely giving Draco any time to think before he had reacted. But this time it would be for real.

Harry took his silence as a yes and slowly leaned in, giving Draco enough time to pull back. His lips graced Draco's, gentle and tentative at first, then sure and firm and full of promise as he pulled Draco close.

Wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, Draco kissed him back with fervour, almost climbing onto Harry's lap.

Draco stopped, panting. "You know, there are a lot of rooms here," he mumbled between their almost touching lips.

"Yeah? Would you like try one?" And without waiting for an answer he hauled Draco up with ease. Draco squealed and instinctively wrapped his legs around Harry's waist.

"Someone is impatient," he said, breathless, brushing his nose against Harry's. He felt so elated he could fly.

"You bet I am." Harry mumbled before attacking Draco's exposed collar. He pinned Draco against the nearest door, his hand fumbling as he swiped his all access Auror card to enter the room, all the while not taking his mouth off Draco. The moment the door was shut behind him, he pushed Draco against it and latched onto his neck. "I have been waiting for this for so long, you have no idea."

Draco moaned as Harry sucked at a specially sensitive spot. "Really?"

Harry broke away, "My fantasies were getting so blond It was creepy."

That startled a laugh out of Draco—who would have guessed?—but it was cut short as Harry grinned and attacked his mouth again.

Safe to say that Draco had an amazing Christmas.

#drarry #drarry fanfic #draco x harry #drarry fluff #drarry angst #drarry oneshot #ao3 #hp fanfic

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hyuckkaiji · 6 years

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Don't You Agree?

✨Idol: Kim Jungwoo ▫ Nct(U)

✨Genre: Fluff, Friends to lovers (13), Pianist!Jungwoo, Painter!Reader

✨Description: You were so caught up in your own feelings, so caught up in how you looked at him that you never stopped to see how he looked at you. Not until you saw it through someone else's eyes.

✨Warnings: there is a first for everything ... And this first is *drum roll* I HAVE NO WARNINGS! I DIDN'T EVEN SWEAR! that's a first😂

✨Requested: mmmhhhmmm 😄 @junguwuz Thank You Eve 💖 event

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You groaned for the millionth time as you stared at the canvas before you. You despised painting people, despised it. It never looked the way you wanted it to which frustrated you. So you would try and fix it, which almost always looked worse in your opinion. That frustrated you more, that frustration turned to anger, and that anger cause lack of focus. That initial dislike for your work threw you into this horrendous cycle. You will just re-paint and re-paint and re-paint until it feels like the paint brush has rubbed all the skin off your fingers.

You knew it was a bad cycle, but you couldn't help it. You couldn't help being so critical of your work. Especially portraits, you hated them. You generally avoided them but your friends wanted to do something. See they're photographers, so they wanted their photos to be painted. They want to hold a gala with both the photos and paintings side by side.

And stupidly you agreed to paint the photos. You cursed yourself for not being able to say no to your friends and you cursed your friends for asking, they were well aware that you would agree. See the whole thing is two photographers and two painters. Johnny and Ten were the photographers, while you and Doyoung were the painters.

It was divided in, for lack of better word, two teams. Ten and Doyoung then you and Johnny. You painted just Johnny works while Doyoung did Tens. The whole point of this, you didn't really understand, you just blindly agreed to it.

You scanned over the portrait once more, the feeling of frustration and anger tight in your chest. "Son of a-" "Y/n." You jumped at the sound of your name, your hand shooting to clutch over your heart. You looked to find one of your close friends, a soft smile gracing his features.

"Jungwoo, you scared me half to death." You let out a small sign of relief at the sight of him. "Maybe that wouldn't happen if you learned to lock your doors." You rolled your eyes at him, hopping down from you stool. A small hiss leaving your lips as your bare feet made impact with the cold tile, "Thanks for the advice."

Jungwoo smiled at little bigger at your comment, "No problem. You should be happy your my friend. I would have charged anyone else for such life altering, eye opening advice." You rolled your eyes at him once more. "What are you doing here anyway?"

He clutched his chest, feigning hurt. "I am not allowed to just visit my dear friend. I have to have some ulterior motive." You laughed at his dramatics, your smile mirroring his own. His smile was a sight to see.

You never really told anyone but his smile was what really attracted you too him. Sure he was breathtakingly handsome but his smile. His smile could light up the world for the rest of eternity, that's how beautiful it was, well to you anyway. Despite the years come and gone, all passed with your heart wrenching crush on him, his smile still made your heart flutter. But he didn't need to know that, you actually feared what would become of your relationship if he knew how you really felt. The thought alone hurt more then you could put into words.

"I brought you breakfast." He pushed the box in his hand a little closer to you. Having been to captived by Jungwoo himself, you hadn't even noticed the box. But now that you had noticed, the smell of the fresh baked pastries was mouth watering. You knew exactly where they were from, that little cafe just along the way. It was your favorite, and the fact that Jungwoo knew that, remember that always tugged at your heart.

"You didn't have to." You let out a small sigh. Jungwoo looked at you, a small smile playing at his lips. He reached forward brushing a few stray strands behind your ear. "If I didn't you would never eat." You opened your mouth to protest, but he continued. "You become so engrossed in your work that you won't eat."

You followed him to your kitchen without another word. You knew he was right, he was always right when it came to you. Sometimes you questioned if he knew you better then you knew yourself. But you always threw that thought aside, if he really knew you, he would know had madly in love with him you were. Right? Or maybe not but thats what you told yourself none the less.

Jungwoo set the pastries on the table, pulling a chair out for you before you were even all the way in the kitchen. He grabbed two plates and poured two glasses of pre-made coffee, one for you and one for him. Out of all the seats at your table he chose the one right next to you, he always did. Despite the fact its easier to talk and make eye contact when you are across from one another.

You thanked him before beginning to eat your breakfast, you ate in silence. But that silence didn't last long before he softly said, "I was serious about you locking your door you know." You looked at him curiously, he looked more serious then normal. "Someone could break in and hurt you. Or kill you. Or kidnap you and make you do horrible things."

You laughed, "I don't have valuable things people would want to steal and I don't peak to many people's interest. You having nothing to worry about." It was supposed to be funny but the look of concern on Jungwoo's face made your expression soften. "I don't know what I would do if something happened to you y/n." His words were barely above a whisper. "Hey," you said softly, taking his hand in your own, running the pad of your thumb over his knuckles, "I promise nothing will happen to me. I'll start locking my door."

You both finish your food in silence. You sit there for a second before Jungwoo speaks once more, "Can I ask you something?" "You already did." You chuckled at your own lame joke. "I'm dropping you off with Lucas and leaving you there." You smiled at him before he continued, "Could you paint me some time? Please."

It took you a moment to get over the initial shock of the question, "I mean if you really want me too, sure I guess. Why though?" He looked at you, something about that look made your heart flip and your stomach turn. "The way you see the world, y/n, is beautiful. You see something that people deemed ugly, unlovable, or anything or that sort, and you find the beauty in it. You capture that in your art." He paused, taking a deep breath, "Can you see the beauty in me, y/n? Can you capture it with your paintbrush?"

"I will make it the most beautiful painting I've ever done." You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. "Why?" The word was barely audible. "Because you, Kim Jungwoo, are the most beautiful person I've ever met. Inside and out."

You couldn't read the expression on his face and just as he opened his mouth to speak he phone went off. He took a quick glance at his screen, the words, "I have to take this." Quick off his tongue as he was already walking away.

He never came back in. You didn't see or hear from him for days, only finding out where he was from Johnny. "He didn't tell you..." He trailed off at the end, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I always thought that you'd be the first one he'd tell when something like that happened." You looked at your friend curiously, "Why would he tell me first?" "Because he-" Johnny had threw his hand forward as if what he was about to say was the most obvious thing in the world, but he cut himself off, letting his hand fall to his side. Avoiding eye contact he said, "Jungwoo trusts you that's all."

Johnny left shortly after, he had only came over to see how you were doing with painting. You were fine before but now all you could think about was how Jungwoo was going to play a piece he composed for world leaders. Maybe you would have been happy for him if he had told you himself, he deserved it, definitely.

He had, in such a short amount of time, become the most know and adored pianist in Korea. He deserved to become known internationally. His pieces, his pieces made you feel emotions you didn't know you had, they make you feel emotions with such intensity it's all you can think about for days after. They were all as stunning and as unique as him, they engraved themselves in your mind, much like his smile. So lovey his tunes, so lovey.

But happiness for your friend was not what you were feeling, no you felt hurt, betrayed. You didn't understand why he would just skip town and not tell you, you didn't understand and you wanted to.

The days without speaking to Jungwoo passed agonizingly slow. Those days turned to weeks and those weeks turned to a month. And before you knew it you hadn't spoken to the man you had been in love with for five years in two and a half months. By then you had finished all your paintings, the opening night of the gala was but two nights away. But your thoughts were shrouded in Jungwoo, just as they had been since he just up and left.

Doyoung squeezed your hand excitedly, "Are you ready for this?" You nodded, eyeing your friend through your peripheral vision, "To be honest, I still don't really understand the point of this whole thing." "Interpretation of beauty." He said it with such confidence, "It was a moment in time, beautiful in its own right. But the paintings and the photos, despite being of the same thing from the same captured moment, have a different essence to them. You will never truly see the world the way I do and I will never see the world the way you do. We could have a million people do this, paint the same thing, but they will all be different because each one is their interpretation of the beauty captured in that moment."

The dimmed lights soon became bright leaving all yours and your friends hard work, as Doyoung said up to interpretation. But as soon as you could see the art displayed on the walls as sweet tune filled the air. It made you feel content, happy. Certainly not what you'd been feeling these last two months. And you knew, only one person could have made that song.

You stayed as far away from the piano as you could, staying on the other side of the building, occasionally talking to people, answering their questions. Eventually you started to wonder, seeing the work of your other two friends. It was beautiful, if that's the way they saw the world, the world was beautiful.

You stopped on one set in particular, you hadn't known this existed. It was of you and Jungwoo. You remember that day, it was your birthday. You had spent it painting, when eventually Jungwoo came over and forced you out of your apartment. He didn't even give you time to change out of your paint stained clothes. He told you if he let you do that you would find away to stay home and continue painting. He was probably right. But nonetheless he took you to his family home, where he had thrown together a small get together of all your closest friends.

You had eaten, drank, messed around like a little kid, it was a good day. But the best part, the best part was when Jungwoo pulled you aside and took you to the room with his grand piano. He told his gift for you this year was song he composed for you. It was the most beautiful thing you ever heard, it was one of those songs that made you feel things you didn't know existed.

In that photo, even in that painting Doyoung seemed to capture it, the look of complete content, adoration, and ... love. There was a look of love not only on your face but Jungwoo's too. You didn't notice then, maybe it was because you'd always been to caught in your own feelings to see that he looked at you the same way. Even now you were too caught up in yourself to notice the music had stopped.

"They look happy." Oddly, you didn't jump. You could feel his breath graze over the side of your face, you could feel his gaze burning into you skull. You could almost feel his want, his need to touch you, you had the same feeling. But you both stayed where you were, "They do." Your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard you, he always heard what you said. "Its a shame they aren't together," He paused, you could fell the hesitation, the fear coming off of him, "Don't you agree?"

You had already come to the realization and yet the words actually coming out of his mouth still left you in shock. You had stayed quiet for too long, Jungwoo took a defeated step back. Only for your to turn around and take his hand in your own. You ran the pad of your thumb across his knuckles, you smiled to yourself before looking at him.

Breathtaking, he was just breathtaking. "I do, I do agree. And," it was your turn to pause, your turn to be scared even though there was only a tiny shred of doubt. "I think its a very fixable problem." At those words, those words that set his heart on fire, he smiled. A smile brighter then any before.

He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss. It wasn't passionate or needy or anything of that sort. It was soft, content, it was happy.

"I love you."

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