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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years ago

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Eunoia - Harry Styles

a/n: i’ve been meaning to write a piece filled with just fluffy, domestic moments through a relationship, and that’s when i created Flora in my mind. wrote it with an OC bc i had very specific traits and stuff in my mind about her and it didn’t feel right to write it with y/n but feel free to read however you’d like it! but i think Flora is a delightful girl, she is a teacher and a free spirit, i think you’ll like her!

pairing: Harry x OC (Floortje ‘Flora’ Hoven)

word count: 9.5k

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Eunoia (n.) Beautiful thinking: a well mind.

Harry is always looking forward to times when his days aren’t filled from morning to midnight, traveling all around the world, meeting dozens of new people at various new meetings. Don’t get him wrong, he loves the buzz his life comes with, but one can drive this lifestyle only for a while before getting tired. He now appreciates his calm periods, when he is not living out of his suitcase, he has the time to drop by a café and enjoy his morning coffee sitting down instead of grabbing it in a go-to cup and chugging it down in his car. When he can just take a walk when the weather is nice enough and his favorite is when he has the time to just look at things without a rush and appreciate them.

He has built up a habit of going to the same coffee place since he got off tour and jumped right into his well-deserved months off filled with meditation, resting and focusing on himself after giving so much for the world. It’s just two corners down his place, falling perfectly into his way to the gym and now he even has a favorite table in the corner, because it gives him a great view of the place but the vines hanging from the ceiling masks his presence enough that people don’t often notice him there, providing some privacy for his morning coffee.

It was his third day here when he first noticed her. She was sitting at the table by the window, near the door, deep in a book, another pile waiting for her on the free seat next to her as she intensely made notes of her reading. She had her wild, curly hair in a puffy bun on the top of her head, clearly just thrown into it haphazardly when she started working. Her ivory frame glasses kept sliding down the bridge of her nose and thy seemed a bit too big for her face, but they overall fit perfectly with her knitted sweater and dungarees. And Harry couldn’t look over the fact that she had little sunflowers painted on her nails. That instantly made him smile as he adorned her from afar.

As the days passed and Harry spent almost all his morning at the same spot, he started seeing or more like noticing her more often. She always sat at the same table and Harry figured it was because of the natural lighting coming through the windows that came in handy, because she was always either reading and making notes, or doing something crafty, mostly origami, he noticed. She often had her laptop open with tutorials on different origami works that she was trying to make herself, not always succeeding, but she got it right most of the time, a triumphant smile plastering across her face every time she finished a piece, her dimples digging deep into her round cheeks. Harry couldn’t stop herself from smiling whenever she held up the finished work and adorned what she just created. He often wondered what happened to the little creations afterwards, but she just usually shoved them into her backpack before leaving.

By the fifth or sixth time he has seen her, he already knew her order. Vanilla latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. Large sized, of course, so she has something to sip on while she typed away on her laptop or finished reading another book.

Harry caught himself looking for her on mornings when he didn’t see her, which were usually Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, but one Wednesday, when he had an early meeting for a change with his team, he arrived before 8 am into the place and for his biggest surprise, there she was, sitting at her usual table, drinking the same drink as always. Later, Harry found himself coming earlier on those days just to find her there yet again and he figured her work schedule must start earlier on those days.

As the days went by Harry started to play with the thought of walking up to her. He wondered if she has noticed him as well, but it seemed like even if she did, his presence didn’t impress or bother her at all which just irked his curiosity about her even more. But every time he thought about finally talking to her, he decided against it, feeling like he would just be an intruder in her morning sessions. Until one day, the chance was handed to him on a silver plate.

She is doing origami once again on this particular day, making little cranes, one after the other, using different colored papers to make them form out a mess rainbow on her table. It’s a quiet morning, only a few more people sitting around at place. It’s been quite windy the past couple of days and today seems to be the worst, the trees are being tossed around by the howling winds outside, but it just makes it even cozier to sit inside in the warmth, enjoying a nice hot drink.

Harry finds himself watching her intently as her delicate fingers work on the paper, one crane following the other, she is starting to have a whole army of them.

An older man walks into the café and as he opens the door wide, the wind is quick to run into the place, knocking over everything that’s not heavy enough to stay still and the paper cranes are the first ones to start flying off the table.

“No! Darn it!” she gasps, her hands grabbing after them, saving just a few, but most end up on the floor, somersaulting away from her table. Harry is quick to jump to his feet and come to her rescue, lending her a pair of helping hands as she gathers her creations. “Oh, thank you!” she breathes out softly, her eyes meeting his and for his biggest surprise… she doesn’t seem to be stunned or even surprised by him, as if she doesn’t know who he is.

Maybe she doesn’t, it’s a possibility, he tells himself, smiling at her as he collects the cranes from the floor.

“Guess they wanted to be free,” he jokes, setting them on the table with the rest.

“It wasn’t my brightest idea to do it on such a windy day near the door,” she chuckles, looking over the bunch she’s been working on for the past thirty minutes.

“May I ask why you need so many paper cranes?” Harry inquires, leaving out the part that he’s been watching her do her origami for weeks now.

“Oh, I want to make decorations out of them, hang them up in my classroom. I’m a teacher,” she adds smiling.

That’s the most fitting job he could ever imagine for her, she is definitely the cool and adored teacher every kid is obsessed with.

“Wow, and how many do you need?” he asks, the stack of paper at the edge of the table looks quite a lot and he wonders if she wants to use them all for the cranes.

“Well, as many as I can make before my fingers fall off,” she jokes. Harry notices her freckles from up close that have been hidden behind her glasses until now. Her hair is in two space buns today and she is wearing a striped shirt with light-washed jeans and colorful sneakers. The sunflowers are gone from her nails, replaced by tiny daisies, but Harry likes them just as much as the previous flowers. They fit her well.

“Do you… I would love to help, if you want,” he finds himself offering, not even thinking about the question before it slips his mouth.

“You sure?” she asks, seemingly surprised but she definitely doesn’t find it weird that he just offered to help her.

“Yeah. Looks really calming and I haven’t made one in so long. Want to see if I still remember the steps,” he smiles.

“Take a seat then,” she nods, returning his smile. Harry goes back to his table to grab his stuff and join her.

“I’m Harry, by the way,” he introduces himself as he takes the empty chair at her table, holding out his hand for her that she gladly takes.

“Floortje, but everyone just calls me Flora,” she smiles.

“Never heard that name, what’s the origin of it?”

“It’s Dutch. My dad is Dutch, he came up with the name as well and my mother liked it. It means little flower, nothing grandiose,” she chuckles, reaching for another paper to start her next crane.

“Do you have a Dutch last name as well?” he asks, but then realizes she might not feel comfortable sharing her full name just yet. “You don’t have to tell me your last name though, if you don’t want to.”

“It’s alright,” she chuckles. “It’s Hoven, which is Dutch, but you pronounce it pretty much the same as you’d if it was a simple English word, just with a softer V in the middle,” she explains, her fingers working easily and fast on the thin paper, the crane is already starting to form. Harry reaches for a paper himself and tries to recollect his memory of the steps.

“Were you born in the Netherlands too?”

“Yes, I was born in Eindhoven, but we moved here when I was five. But my Dutch is still just fine, luckily. My dad refused to talk to me in English when we moved, he said he won’t have his daughter forget her mother tongue just because he is getting paid more here,” she explains with a soft chuckle as she finishes up the crane, putting it to the pile.

“I always envied bilingual people. Must be great to speak two languages that easily,” Harry wonders, eyes fixed on the paper as he is trying his best with the crane. It’s slowly coming together, though it’s not as pretty as Flora’s.

“It’s not that fun when I suddenly forget a word in one of the languages and then spend twenty minutes trying to remember when I know for a fact I know the words, it’s just stuck on my tongue.”

Harry laughs, finishing up his creation, holding it up and Flora looks at it as well. It’s a little crooked and one of its wings is longer than the other, but overall, it’s a decent first one.

“You don’t have to use it if you don’t want to,” he chuckles, putting it to the others.

“What are you talking about? It looks great!” she smiles, taking it into her hand, looking at it from all angles, smiling widely as she places it back to its peers. “It’s a nice one, and after all, it’s not your job to make cranes, so you’re fine,” she jokes.

Harry reaches for another paper as he thinks about if she knows him. Does she know what his job really is? Not that he expects everyone to know him, but she seems his age and it’s been quite impossible for him to meet someone close in age to him and not know a thing about him.

“Yeah, origami is definitely not my job,” he hums and then adds: “You… know what my job is?”

Flora glances up at him, a small smile tugging on her lips.

“Is this your way of trying to find out if I know you or not?” she smirks, tilting her head to the side, and it’s already a giveaway that she is very much aware of who she is sitting at a table with.

“I know, it was lame,” he huffs awkwardly.

“No, it was alright. And to answer your question, I do know what your job is, Harry Styles,” she replies.

“Sorry for asking around about it, you just seemed so casual and unbothered when you saw me, I thought you have no idea who I am.”

“I’m a teacher, my job is to treat everyone the same, I take equality very seriously. I don’t want my kids to think I put any of them above the rest, but I do the same outside of school too. Or do you want me to gasp and stutter now that you are sitting here?” she teases him making him laugh.

“That’s not needed at all.”

They work on their cranes in a comfortable silence and just as Harry thought, it’s quite relaxing, his thoughts slowly clear out, only focusing on the little birds he is creating. Then he glances up at Flora and suddenly his thoughts are filled with her once again. Now is his chance with her, he doesn’t want to leave this café without at least asking for her number even when he knows that he will surely see her around, just like always.

“Can I ask you something?” he speaks up as they both keep folding the colorful papers.

“Of course.”

“I hope I won’t sound creepy or something, but I’ve seen you around a lot and noticed how much you read. Is that just your hobby or…?”

“First of all it’s not creepy that you have noticed me, it’s flattering, because I have noticed you as well,” she smiles, paying him a quick glance.

“Really? I had a feeling you haven’t even seen me.”

“I did, but I thought you come here for the same reason as I do; to have some peace for yourself.”

“Ah, I see,” Harry nods.

“But to answer your question, I’m working on my second degree.”

“Oh, what’s that about?”

“Special education, speech therapy to be exact,” she tells him and Harry is even more stunned by her. Education is already a field not many can handle and then there is Flora, who didn’t just take up on it, she jumped right into it, pursuing a second degree in special education, a hard and challenging part of this job.

“Any particular reason why you chose it?”

“I have a younger brother, he is ten years younger than me, so he was already born here, but he was taught Dutch too. However, it wasn’t as easy for him as it was for me to speak two languages at the same time and he has developed some speech errors. Nothing major, but it was enough for him to be bullied in school. I saw his face every day when he came home and lied to our parents that everything is fine but then he cried to me in my room when they weren’t around. I don’t want any other kids to go through that, I’d love to be the one to not just help them come over their speech errors but also make sure they are treated the same way as everyone else.”

Harry hasn’t even noticed that he stopped working on his crane, he is now staring at her in awe, completely stunned by her. The more he learns about her the more he thinks she is a literal angel sent from above and that he can’t let her slip from his hands.

Flora looks up at him and finds him staring, a blush appearing on her full cheeks.

“Sorry for staring, but I just… this is so beautiful. Your passion about education is just one of a kind, truly. And the way how you made it your whole career and everything, I’m just… blown away,” he admits.

“Well, you made a career out of your passion too, didn’t you?” she chuckles softly.

“I did, but your story is just a little more touching,” he smirks. “Flora, I’m gonna be honest with you. I’ve been meaning to come up to you for a while and now that we officially met, I just—I would love to take you out on a date and get to know you better.”

She blushes again and Harry notes how well the pinky shade fits her even if she probably wishes she could control it more.

“That would be lovely,” she smiles shyly and grabbing a crane from her pile she grabs a pen from her bag and writes her number to the wing of it before handing it over to Harry.

He loves that she could have easily just typed it into his phone, yet she chose to do it this way. He smiles down at the crane and puts it into his bag, securing it as if it was his biggest treasure.

When Flora opens her door for Harry she is still wearing her apron that’s filled with tulips, a pair of simple jeans underneath it with a bright yellow shirt. Harry smiles as he leans down and greets her with a soft kiss. Ever since their first kiss he has been obsessed with stealing one whenever he has the chance. Their first one was nothing grandiose, such a simple and mundane moment but for him, it was perfect. They were visiting a gallery, he chose the exhibition hoping she’ll be a fan of it since the theme was botany, all paintings connected to flowers, gardens and plants and he was right. Flora was stunned, fascinated by each painting as they stopped at one after the other, taking their time to adore the works. They were looking at a painted garden filled with colorful wildflowers around a small cottage in the distance. Flora’s eyes wandered over all the tiny details as Harry stood close to her. She then leaned closer to point out her favorite flower and once they realized just how close their faces were, he just easily closed the gap and kissed her softly, surrounded with art, but he was convinced she was his favorite masterpiece he has ever seen.

“Hi, sorry, I’m a little late, dinner is not ready yet,” she huffs letting him inside. “Had to stay at the school a little longer than expected.”

“Don’t worry. Can I help with anything?” he asks following her into the kitchen, putting the bottle of wine he brought into the fridge to keep it cool until dinner.

“No, it’s fine. I just need about fifteen minutes to finish up the veggies,” she smiles at him and tiptoeing she steals a quick kiss. Harry hasn’t been the only one obsessed with kisses. “Make yourself home.”

Harry leaves to use the bathroom quickly and on his way back he finds himself wandering into her bedroom. He has been in her home just a few times before, only spending short minutes here when he was picking her up but now he has time to actually look around, hoping she won’t mind him snooping around.

Her whole place is just as colorful as she is always, each piece of furniture a different style and color, yet fitting so well when you see it as a whole. The quilted patchwork blanket over her bed is definitely homemade, each patch has a different flower on it while the left lower corner has Floortje embroidered into it. Harry wonders if it was made by a friend or family member, either way, it’s surely a special piece.

Her dresser is cluttered with rings, perfumes and endless amount of hair ties. She has complained before that her hair stretches her elastics out so fast, she keeps buying new ones every month. The little armchair in the corner is covered with a few of her used clothes, ones she’ll wear once more before putting them into the laundry basket.

As he walks over to her nightstand that’s filled with books, at least seven piled on each other, his eyes stop over something that makes his heart flutter.

A crooked little paper crane is sitting on the edge of the nightstand, the one he made the first time they talked, to be exact. Harry takes the bird and looks at it in awe, surprised that she kept it to herself. However he doesn’t find it odd, not even a little bit, since he has also kept the one she wrote her phone number onto, it’s sitting on his desk in his study.

“Found something interesting?” Flora walks in and Harry’s head whips towards her, feeling like he was just caught. But the warm smile on her lips is a telltale sign that she doesn’t mind him looking around.

“You kept it,” he states matter-of-factly, holding up the paper bird.

“Of course I did,” she nods, walking closer. “It’s a special one.”

“Thought you treat everyone and everything the same,” he teases smiling as he puts the crane back, his hands finding her waist.

“I guess there are a few exceptions,” she smirks slyly, her hands running up on his arms until they reach the base of his neck.

“Am I an exception?” The corners of his mouth curl up as he places the bird back on her nightstand and circle his arms around her waist.

“Did I say that?” she teases him. “I think I called your work a special one.”

Harry narrows his eyes at her, pretending to be hurt at her words, but he can’t push the growing smile back from his lips. They’ve been seeing each other for only over a month, but it was enough time to make him completely hooked on her. He is amazed by her in every possible way, feeling like he could never get enough of the ray of sunshine that Flora is. His favorite thing is that she makes him feel so normal, just an average guy dating a girl he met at a café. Not once did she treat him any different because of what he is and it’s just the feeling Harry has been looking for for such a long time.

“Come on, dinner is ready,” she smiles, pecking his lips before peeling his arms off of her frame, taking his hand as she pulls him out of the bedroom, however they surely end up in there again sometime after dinner, but with way less clothes on.

Harry watches as Flora plays with the bubbles in front of her, picking some foam up into her hair, watching it move around on her wet palm before blowing on it gently, her delicate fingers poking at the small bubbles that escaped from it. His hands are caressing her sides under the warm water that was once hot when they first got into it about an hour ago.

It’s been a lazy Sunday, Flora arrived early in the morning and went plant shopping. Her home has always been filled with plants and Harry has grown a liking to all the greenery, wanted some more in his house as well and Flora was more than happy to help him pick out the ones that are the easiest to take care of. Then they cooked lunch together, watched a movie and cleaned up the mess they made in the kitchen before running the bath. Harry has been loving these domestic days, lounging around his or her home, wearing comfy clothes and not caring about much of the outside words, just enjoying each other’s company.

“Remind me to buy peanut butter the next time I’m going grocery shopping,” she speaks up, leaning further back against his chest while Harry rests his chin on her shoulder, his arms tightening around her waist under the layer of bubbles.

“What do you need it for?” he hums, nudging her hair with his nose, her curls ticking his face, but he doesn’t mint it.

“I want to make cupcakes for the kids next week.”

“What for? Is there gonna be a special occasion?”

“No, they’ve just been super nice lately, we set up some new rules in the classroom and they’ve been really good following them.” Harry hums, loving how she is so eager to treat her students, he is convinced she is easily the best teacher he has ever came across.

“So peanut butter, huh? I think I need some too. Been dying to eat a good burger with some peanut butter.”

“I cannot believe you put peanut butter into your burgers,” she chuckles, peeking at him over her shoulder.

“Don’t bash it when you haven’t even tried!” he defends himself, kissing her cheek softly.

“The Aztecs would be so disappointed,” she sighs turning back forward, so she doesn’t see the puzzled look on Harry’s face.

“The Aztecs?”

“Yeah, they technically invented peanut butter,” she nods, as if it was common knowledge.

“Do I want to know why you know this about the history of peanut butter?” he chuckles softly.

“Well I had this kid last year who was obsessed with it and I started looking up fun facts for him for mornings when he looked a little moody. Then the others started enjoying it too so it became our morning thing that I told them a fun fact about anything.”

“Oh really? Tell me one then!” he asks smirking, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“Okay, um…” she thinks to herself. “Do you know what the Olympic rings stand for?”

“I do not,” he shakes his head.

“The five rings stand for the five inhabited continents of the world, united by Olympism.”

“Sounds logical,” Harry nods. “Tell me another one,” he asks.

“Are you going to make me tell you all my fun facts?” she chuckles, turning a little so she can look into his beautiful green eyes.

“Maybe. I like it when you talk like this,” he smirks playfully.

“Like what?”

“Like… smart. I love how you know all these little things about the world and teach it to not just the kids but to me as well.”

“You don’t think I’m a smartass?”

“Why would I?” he questions, eyebrows furrowed.

“I used to be picked on in middle school because I liked to learn, more than what was required.”

“That doesn’t make you a smartass, baby. You don’t go around, correcting every tiny mistake around you. You use your knowledge to educate, like you should.”

Flora smiles softly at him, his words bringing the sense of reassurance she’s been seeking for so long. She pecks his lips shortly before turning back forward.

“Do you know how many days a billion seconds make up?” she asks, smiling to herself.

“I don’t.”

“11 574 days. That’s a little over 31 years.”

“So I haven’t lived a billion seconds in my life just yet,” Harry states, doing the quick math.

“No, you haven’t,” she smiles, mostly at the fact that he didn’t just listen to her little fun fact, but also thought about it a bit deeper.

They stay in the bath until the water gets cold and Harry keeps asking for fun facts and Flora gladly tells him whatever comes to her mind.

Harry finishes up the fresh salad, filled with Flora’s favorites: cherry tomatoes, feta cheese and corn with some kale, baby spinach and garlic dressing. He even sprinkled some sesame seeds on top, now he is pretty proud of his work, it looks like something influencers would snap in an aesthetic photo to their Instagram feed.

His bare feet tap against the hardwood floor as he makes his way to Flora’s bedroom where she is still curled up on her chair in front of her computer, her hair in a mess on top of her head, glasses perched up on the bridge of her nose. She hasn’t moved much from the spot in hours, intensely working on her thesis that should be finalized within the next two weeks. She has been gradually working on it over the last few months, in no mean she is behind, but she’s been extra nervous about making it as good as she wanted it when she started and Harry has been nothing but supporting about it, knowing how much it means to her. So he’s been her moral support, making sure she eats, gets some rest and doesn’t get herself too worked up about her research. She appreciates his efforts and though she often feels bad for neglecting him lately, he made sure to assure her, he’ll be right here when she is finally done with it.

Harry walks around the mountain of books on the floor she has piled up from the library these past two weeks as he walks up behind her while her fingers type away on her computer so fast he can barely believe she even understands what she’s typing.

“Hey,” he softly calls out, leaning down he kisses her cheek, holding the bowl of salad in front of her, drabbing her attention, making her gaze move from the screen to the food in front of her.

“Oh, hey! Is this for me?” she asks with a soft smile, lifting her head so she can look at him. Even with the circles under her eyes, the messy hair and worn out t-shirt that she’s wearing, he thinks she is the most wonderful creature he has ever seen.

“Yeah. Come take a break, yea?”

She doesn’t protest, just saves the file before moving away from the desk to the bed along with Harry. She props herself up against the headboard, a tired moan escaping her lips as her spine rests against the pillows under her back. Harry hands her the salad and she digs right into it, only just now realizing that she’s been feeling hungry for the past two hours, but ignored it entirely.

“How much do you have left?” Harry asks nodding towards the computer.

“I’m finishing up the last part, then I just have to write the abstract and then…” she explains, popping a tomato in her mouth. “It’s just gonna be the formatting. I think I’ll be done by Wednesday.”

“That’s great,” he smiles proudly. He has always admired how hardworking she’s been when it came to school and her profession. He could never imagine himself do the same, especially because he didn’t even finish high school. He used to feel a little self-conscious about it when they first started dating, afraid that she might think less of him because he didn’t finish his education properly, even though it was never something that bothered him. But Flora assured him that it makes absolutely no difference in her opinion about him.

“It’s not about the papers or how many schools you’ve finished. It’s about how you see the world and if you are willing to learn when it changes around you. And I think you are perfect in that department, your curiosity and openness makes you an excellent learner,” she told him without even thinking about it.

Harry lies on his side next to her, one hand propping his head up while the other one wanders to her thigh, massaging it gently. She hums to herself, enjoying the food he made and he can’t help the smile that creeps on his face. He loves taking care of her, especially because most of the times it’s her that takes care of him. Cooking for him after a long day at the studio, putting his laundry away while he is in an online meeting or writing him a list for when he goes grocery shopping, Flora has been watching out for him through these little things, but now it’s finally his turn to give it all back.

He’s been thinking about asking her to move in with him for a few weeks now, he just hasn’t been brave enough to bring it up, thinking that she might find it too early for such a big step, seeing that the two of them have been dating for a little over nine months. He’s been playing with the thought of coming home to her every single day, waking up next to her in the mornings, watch her form his home more to her liking, creating a space for the both of them, making it a home not just for him but her as well.

As she finishes up her salad, completely oblivious to what Harry is thinking about, he decides to bring it up once she is done with her thesis, not wanting to bother her in any possible way until she is finished.

“Mm, this was lifesaving, thank you,” she sighs, leaning over she kisses him softly as her appreciation for the sweet gesture. “I’ll finish up this one paragraph I’m in the middle of and then we could watch a movie. But strictly without subs, because I’m done with words for today,” she jokes, making him laugh as he takes the empty bowl from her hands.

“Sounds good,” he nods. “I’ll clean up in the kitchen and find something to watch while you finish.”

“Thank you.” As they both get up from the bed, she pulls him down for another kiss, Harry’s free hand finding the small of her back right away. “I love you,” she whispers against his lips, his heart fluttering in his chest at the words he has heard before, but it never fails to stun him.

“I love you too. Now go, finish it so we can cuddle,” he smiles, smacking her bum gently before they let go of each other.

“Ja, pappa. Dat klinkt fantastisch. Ik zal het hem vragen. Ja.” Yes, dad. That sounds fantastic. I’ll ask him. Yes.

Harry listens to Flora talk to her father on the phone as she applies her lip balm, the one she uses every night before going to bed. He loves it when she talks in Dutch, many tend to criticize the language, but not Harry. Or maybe it’s just because he only hears Flora talk it and he loves everything she does.

“Ja, dat is goed. Dank je. Tot ziens, pappa, ik hou van je!” Yes, that’s great. Thank you. See you soon, dad, love you!

She ends the call and switches the light off in the bathroom that’s been not just Harry’s but hers since she officially moved in with him just last week. Harry finally built up the courage to ask her opinion about the possibility of living together in the near future once she was free from the worries of her research and thesis. For his biggest surprise, she was on the exact same page as him, definitely a fan of the idea. So three weeks later they started slowly moving all her stuff over to his until her apartment completely emptied out. Now all her belongings are splattered across Harry’s home, they haven’t found the perfect place for everything just yet, but it’s slowly starting to feel like home for the both of them.

“Dad called, asked if we would go over for dinner this weekend,” she tells him, moving around the bedroom as she takes her little hoop earrings off, placing them in the shell she uses as a jewelry holder on top of the dresser. She is wearing a pair of yellow sweatpants with one of Harry’s shirts, nothing underneath them, just how Harry loves it.

“It’s cute how you always tell me it was your dad, but he is the only one you speak Dutch with,” he chuckles lowly as she climbs to bed, pulling the covers over the both of them.

“It comes so naturally, I don’t even realize I’m switching languages,” she admits smiling.

“Dinner sounds lovely,” he nods, getting back to what she was talking about before.

“Arnold is bringing his girlfriend too,” she smirks, her eyes sparkling from excitement.

“Your brother has a girlfriend now?” he hums, eyebrows rising at the new information.

“It’s the girl I saw him with at his basketball game last month. They made it official like two weeks ago.”

“And he is already bringing her home? He is not beating around the bush,” he chuckles. “Is it going to be the first time the girl meets your parents?”

“Yeah, so it’s gonna be exciting,” she nods, cuddling to his side.

Flora is playing with the little cross pendant on Harry’s chest and he is watching her delicate fingers flipping it over, her fingertips tickling his chest a little in the process.

“When we have kids, will you also teach them Dutch?” he suddenly questions, the words just blurting out of his mouth. Flora lifts her head, resting her chin on his chest as she looks into his curious eyes. She stays silent, but a small smile is tugging on her lips for sure.

“What?” he asks, feeling a little nervous. It’s the first time he is bringing having kids up, but he definitely has been thinking about it, especially since she has moved in. They haven’t been dating for that long, but Harry is one hundred percent sure he is in the long run with her.

“I just… love how you said when and not if.”

“Well, it’s a question of when for me. What about you?”

“Same goes for me,” she smiles warmly. “And yes, I do want my children to speak Dutch. It’s important to my family and me as well. How does that sit with you?”

“Totally fine. In fact, I always envied kids growing up who were taught another language so early in their childhood. Would love that for my kids as well.”

“Dan is het geregeld,” she smiles widely at him.

“What’s that mean?” He furrows his eyebrows.

“I said that, then it’s settled. We’ll have some cute, bilingual babies,” she chuckles, half jokingly, half seriously.

Today has just been one of those days that were doomed from the moment Harry opened his eyes. He has been overwhelmed with stress lately, working on new music, but his studio sessions haven’t been as successful as he wanted them. He is also flying out to LA for two weeks in just a couple of days and he has to miss Flora’s mom’s birthday this weekend, which has been torturing him with guilt ever since he found out he can’t push his trip back.

This morning it felt like the universe just plotted against him. He slipped in the shower, broke a glass in the kitchen and successfully ripped one of his favorite jeans when he was getting dressed. He had a one way ticket cranky city, turning Harry into a moody little child. It didn’t take him long until he started a fight with Flora over the smallest, most ridiculous thing. It started with how Flora misplaced a bowl in the cabinet and took him two moments longer to find it than usual, then they ended up disputing about every little thing about each other they’ve been finding annoying, but neither of them voiced their feelings about them.

Flora, on the other hand, was not in the mood to argue with Harry so early on a Tuesday morning and she chose to just walk away and let him stew in his own anger. Harry knew the moment he heard the front door shut that she was mad at him: she didn’t kiss him goodbye like she does every day before she leaves.

He took a cold shower to cool him down and clear his head, get his thoughts straight so he can apologize like she deserves. Getting into his car he drives to the florist he usually goes to when he needs flowers for whatever occasions. The old lady greets him with a warm smile and upon describing what he envisioned, she immediately knows what to create for him this time. The result is a giant, colorful bouquet that reminds him of Flora in every possible means.

Driving down to her school he is met with an extreme amount of nostalgia even though it’s not even the school he went to as a kid, but it still brings back some memories.

The security guard immediately stops him when he walks into the building, but once he has explained him the situation, the old guy gladly tells him which classroom is hers so he can go and surprise her. His footsteps echo in the empty hallways as it is the middle of the second period, all students are locked up in their classrooms, lucky for Harry, because he surely can’t deal with teenage girls recognizing him right now. Holding the flowers in one hand he stops when he finds room 414 and he can hear Flora’s voice coming from inside, enthusiastically explaining something about penguins and it makes Harry smile.

Even with such a horrible morning behind her, she is still giving one hundred for her students. He brings up his hand and softly knocks on the door, interrupting her speech.

“Come in!” she calls out and Harry opens the door, popping his head inside first, then holding up the bouquet of flowers, making the kids start chattering in excitement at his arrival while Flora is staring at him shocked.

“Miss Hoven, do you have a moment for me, please?” he asks with a shy but charming smile. She quickly gains back control over her features before turning to her class.

“Please start working on task two and five, I’ll be right back,” she orders, but the chatter doesn’t die down so she raises her voice at them. “This is not how we act when we have guests, guys!”

The kids are quick to quiet themselves, eyes curiously switching between their teacher and the intruder at the door.

“Miss Hoven, is this your husband?” one of the kids, a little blond boy asks.

“No, Michael, he is not. Harry is my boyfriend,” she answers calmly, heading towards the door.

“Wait, I know him!” a girl exclaims gasping. “He sings the watermelon song!”

“Lilian, no discussion now. Do the tasks!” Flora tells her before walking out, but keeping the door open so she can hear what’s happening inside. Her cheeks are flushed and eyes wide when she finally looks at Harry again. “What’s—What’s this?”

“These are for you,” he clears his throat, handing her the bouquet. “And I came here to apologize for being such an arsehole this morning. It wasn’t your fault, I’ve just been crankier lately and I took it all out on you. I’m very sorry.”

Flora’s eyes soften on him as she takes one of his hands with her free one, giving it a squeeze.

“I said some nasty stuff too, so I guess I’m sorry too,” she sighs, her anger and frustration from earlier now long gone.

“I brought that out of you, so I’ll take the blame,” Harry chuckles softly. “But the point is that I’m sorry.”

“Well, you are forgiven. You were even before you came here,” she assures him smiling warmly. “Why don’t we order something tonight and just get lazy on the couch?”

“You said you have some tests to go through.”

“That can wait. You’re leaving in two days so I want to spend time with you.”

“So we won’t get our tests back tomorrow?” they both hear a muffled voice coming from inside and Flora chuckles shaking her head as she opens the door wider and steps inside. A small group of kids run back to their seats, but not fast enough to not get caught.

“Lilian, would you mind telling me why you left your seat without permission?” Flora questions the girl who just rolls her lips into her mouth, pretending like she hasn’t even moved all along. Flora sighs stepping outside once again. “I gotta go now, but thank you for this. They look beautiful,” she tells Harry.

“I love you,” he murmurs and leaning down he kisses her quickly, feeling like he is breaking rules even though he is not a student or a teacher here.

“I love you too,” she smiles back before walking back inside and shutting the door. Harry stays for a minute, just out of curiosity to hear if the kids ask her some more questions about him.

“Miss Hoven?” a girl calls out and Harry bets it’s the same nosy girl who recognized him.

“Yes, Lilian?”

“You have a nice boyfriend,” she exclaims, earning a soft chuckle from Flora.

“Well thank you, Lilian, but let’s get back to our new unit. Let’s see the tasks you had to solve!”

The splashing sound of vomit arriving to the toilet hits Harry’s ears once again as he is rushing up the stairs with a glass of water and the Emetrol his hands that he dug the kitchen cabinets through for. Arriving to the master bathroom he finds Flora just where he left a few minutes ago, kneeling in front of the toilet, arms on the rim as she is taking a deep breath, hoping to calm her stomach and stop throwing up finally.

“Oh baby, here. Found you some Emetrol, this should help,” he coos gently, sitting down to the marble floor next to her he places the water beside him as he pours some of the liquid medicine into the cap for her. She lifts her head, skin pale as the wall, the dark circles under her eyes make his stomach churn, he hates to see her in this condition and wishes he could just help her.

“Thank you,” she mumbles, her shaking hand takes the cup and she downs the medicine before taking a few sips from the water. “Harry, I’m so sorry for ruining our date,” she sighs in defeat.

“Oh shush. Don’t you dare apologize for being sick,” he shakes his head, putting the Emetrol aside before he towers above her to redo her hair so it doesn’t fall to her face. Today marks their one year anniversary and though they only planned to go out for a nice dinner, nothing extra, Flora still feels bad they had to cancel on their reservation when she started throwing up this afternoon. She’s been feeling nauseous ever since she ate that leftover casserole for lunch. She had a feeling she should have just gotten rid of it, but she hated wasting food so ate it. Big mistake.

Harry’s fingers delicately work on her curls, piling them on the top of her heat before he secures the bun with professional movements using the elastic he tends to wear on his wrists, just because Flora always loses hers. He likes to keep one on him as well. His long haired days trained him well, her hair is neatly kept out of her face as she frowns, feeling her stomach churning again.

“Can I do anything else for you, baby?” he gently asks, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead to make sure she doesn’t have a fever, but she feels alright. She probably just has to get rid of the bad food.

“Can you please get me a wet washcloth?” she asks faintly. Sitting to her butt she leans against the wall beside her with her eyes closed.

Harry nods and he is on his feet in a blink of an eye, grabbing a washcloth from the cabinet and wetting it in some cool water. He kneels in front of her and starts gently tapping it against her cheeks, forehead and neck, wiping off the thin layer of sweat.

“This is not how I planned to spend our anniversary,” she groans with a frown, making him chuckle.

“We agreed, the anniversary is postponed. Don’t even think about it.”

“But I wanted to look nice for you, even bought a new dress.” She pouts her lips at him, eyes opening narrowly, glistening from the tears that watered them while she was throwing up.

“You always look nice, baby,” he softly tells her, letting her take the washcloth before she places it over her forehead.

“Even now? After you saw me throw up four times? We have very different versions for the word nice, H,” she jokes with a soft chuckle and Harry is thankful to see her smile, even if it’s still very faint and tired.

“Even now, baby,” he nods smirking and he is not lying. Though the situation is saddening, Harry still enjoys taking care of her, being the one she can rely on even on her worst days.

They sit on the bathroom floor as the medicine slowly works and she finally gets rid of the urge to throw up. Then Harry scoops her up and undressing the both of them, he helps her take a nice shower before dressing her in clean clothes, tossing their dirty ones into the laundry basket, noting to do them sometime in the morning.

When Flora is settled under the cover, head comfortably sinking into the pillow, she immediately feels her eyes closing, the strenuous afternoon has successfully sucked all her energy right out of her body. Harry brings her another big glass of water for the night and just to be sure, puts a trashcan next to her side, if things go south again. When he gets under the covers she is already half asleep, but she hums when his fingertips dance down the side of her face.

He allows himself to shamelessly admire her as she finally falls completely asleep, her lips parted as she slightly snores, but she looks so peaceful, the painful frown he saw on her face all afternoon is now gone from her beautiful face. He hasn’t fully wrapped his mind around how an entire year has passed with such a wonderful creature by his side. As their anniversary was coming up, he caught himself thinking about what the future is holding for them more often. There were so many things they needed to experience together, so much to see and do as partners and Harry couldn’t wait for it all to come.

As he lies in the bed next to her, a smile tugs on his pink lips at the thought of the possibility of spending the rest of his life with Flora. His future has never seemed brighter than in that moment.

“This is harder than I thought,” Flora admits, focusing on the instrument on her lap, trying to figure out if she is holding down the accords the right way, but a moment later Harry’s hand covers hers on the neck of the guitar and he fixes her fingers on the strings until they are in the right position.

“Like this. Try it now,” he murmurs, his chin resting on her shoulders as she is standing between his legs, back leant against his chest. Flora has been begging him to teach him a few accords on the guitar and today finally brought the moment Harry would turn into her master.

The two of them are sitting on the bed, Harry only in his underwear while Flora is in one of his hoodies with only her panties covering the lower parts of her body. Harry came back from a week-long trip to New York and they haven’t left the bed too much since he set his feet inside the house, only emerging from the bedroom to fulfill their other physical needs.

Flora’s fingers strum against the strings and the instrument comes to life, giving her a clear accord finally, bringing a triumphant smile to her lips.

“You are a natural talent, baby,” he smirks, giving her hips a gentle squeeze before kissing into her neck.

“Don’t tease me, I’m trying!” she warns her playfully, playing the chord again, loving how she can create such a beautiful sound with the instrument.

“Mm, you’re coming for my career?”

“Oh, surely. I think I would make an excellent rockstar,” she nods confidently, making him laugh.

“You are so not the rockstar type. More like the chill indie singer who dances barefoot on stage.”

“Yeah, but I could spice it up a little and make it rockstar-y,” she explains and glances back at him over her shoulder. “Don’t you think I would look hot in one of your stage costumes? Sparkly suit and all?”

“Oh I know you’d look amazing,” he nods eagerly. He has spent quite some time imagining her girl in one of his suits and he quite liked the thought. Flora chuckles as he puts the guitar aside before she turns around and straddles him, her knees on each of his sides.

“Yeah? I would need a better name, mine is not too fitting for a star,” she explains. “Easy for you, your name is basically the most perfect name for a rockstar.”

“You think so?” he cocks an eyebrow at her, his palms coming to cup her bum as he tilts his head backwards since this position makes her the taller one for a change.

“Harry Styles? Oh please, it’s like Anne knew she would give birth to a legend,” she scoffs making him laugh.

“I’ve been told it’s a nice one,” he shrugs smugly. “I think it’s the surname.”

“It’s pretty cool, yeah.”

“What if you had the same? Flora Styles? Sounds pretty badass,” he suggests and at first, she doesn’t even realize the hidden meaning behind his words, tasting the name so obliviously.

“Flora Styles? You might be right, the surname sounds very cool,” she agrees and it amazes him how easily it went over her head.

“You like it?”

“Mhm,” she nods, her hand reaching for the guitar once again, but Harry stops her, taking it between his as he blindly finds her ring finger that is now ringless.

“Do you like it enough to actually take it?” he questions, hoping she would get the hint now where this is heading. She blinks at him a little puzzled but it’s until she realizes that his fingers are fidgeting with her ring finger, more specifically where a ring would sit on it, his fingertips gently caressing the skin around it.

“Harry?” she gasps with wide eyes as she just watches his grin grow wider. “This is not… Are you--?”

“What?” he chuckles, feeling entertained how she lost all her smug confidence all of a sudden. “What’s it that you’re trying to say?”

“No, what is it that you are trying to say?!” she snaps back, still in shock about what he just implied. “Was this your sneaky way of… proposing?” she asks, whispering the last word as if it was a curse word.

“Why do you act like we have a forbidden love and marriage cannot be even mentioned?” he chuckles at her.

“Because I was shocked! Not that bad now though, you haven’t pulled out a ring so I guess it was just a cruel joke.” She narrows her eyes at him, kissing his smug grin shortly, but Harry is definitely not done with her just yet.

“I wouldn’t be that sure about it, baby,” he warns her before gently pushing her off her lap to get off the bed. Flora’s eyes widen as she follows him walk to his suitcase that’s still lying on the floor next to his dresser, waiting to be unpacked. He digs under his clothes before pulling out a small velvety box, making her gasp immediately. Harry gets back on bed as he holds out the box in front of her on his palm, not opening it just yet.

“Did you buy that in New York just this week?” she asks with her mouth hung open.

“I didn’t. I’ve had it for about a month, I just took it with myself because I was afraid you’d find it,” he chuckles as he plays around with it between his fingers. “Have been planning on it for a while, but I couldn’t come up with anything so then I just decided to wait for the right moment and go with the flow,” he explains.

“And this is the right moment?” she questions, her heart beating in her throat as her gaze is switching between Harry’s green eyes and the box in his hand.

“Felt like it, yeah,” he nods, the corners of his mouth curling up.

Silence settles between them as they both just wrap their heads around the weight of the moment. Harry’s heart flutters in his chest, a little afraid it’s too early. They’ve been dating a little over two years now, marriages have been tied way earlier in a relationship before, but Harry feared Flora would feel it too rushed just yet, however the question is out there now. Or is it?

“Well, are you gonna ask it?” she questions and as Harry’s eyes flicker up to meet her gaze, he is met with that playful challenge in them that he adores so much.

“I just asked,” he mutters.

“No, you asked if I would take your name. That’s not a proposal,” she reminds him and he realizes she is right. He never actually asked the big question.

So he finally pops the lid open revealing the vintage diamond ring he bought a month ago when he was just out and about. The moment his eyes laid on the jewelry, he knew it’s the one he’d like to see on your finger and bought it right away.

“Floortje Hoven, will you marry me?” he simply asks, his dimples digging deep into his cheeks as he smiles widely at his lover.

“I will,” she nods, her heart hammering in her chest as she watches him take the ring out of the box and carefully put it on her once empty ring finger. Still holding her hand, he brings it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the ring before leaning in he connects his lips with hers.

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It’s Not That Bad [Legolas X Reader]

A.N: I’m so sorry I have not been writing as often. I’ve had zero time. But anyWaYS...here is a fic that has been requested by someone who has always been into my writing so thank you for supporting me and here is a fic for you! Additionally, I did some research on herbs and stuff so I could make this at least a little accurate!

Request: @quilledinkpen — Hellooo i hope you're having a good day ^-^ I was wondering if I could request a Legolas x reader? Something like she's travelling with the fellowship and is kinda the unspoken "mom" of the group, like she's always doing her best to make sure everyone's safe, and reminding Pippin and Merry to be careful and stuff like that. Just an all-around motherly person lol (mainly to the Hobbits bc they're her babies but she looks after the other guys too) I think it'd be cute ^^ Thank you!

Pairing: Legolas X Reader

Summary: (Y/N), a healer, travels with the fellowship. She takes care of everyone and is basically “the mom friend.”

Word Count: 2, 510

Warnings: battle wounds that are kinda graphicish?

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(Y/N) was a well known healer throughout all of Arda. Many traveled to her for treatment for life threatening ailments. But now, now it was her time to travel throughout the lands of Middle Earth in search of a salvation for all. A gruesome quest to destroy the evil ring of power had begun and someone well versed in natural apothecary was needed. (Y/N), of course, volunteered for this role for there was no one better suited than her. Besides, it was her duty to contribute to the survival of this world as she was one in it and relied heavily on what the earth produced. And if Sauron was to rule.....well, we all know where that would lead: no earth, no life, just darkness.

(Y/N) ruffled through her dark-brown leather satchel as she sifted through her healing herbs. Little pouches filled with athelas leaves, echinacea stalks, alder bark, valerian roots, and more piled inside the confinements of the fabric.

“Sam,” She called out. “Would you mind making hot tea for Frodo while I take care of Strider’s cut?”

The little hobbit ran over instantly and she passed him a couple pouches naming each one out loud, “Valerian root, dried chamomile pedals, and sycamore bark.” She then lowered her voice and leaned it, for it wasn’t anyone else’s business to hear. “It will help him sleep and deter the anxieties the ring bestows upon him.”

Sam nodded quickly and set to work as (Y/N) moved towards Aragorn who sat upon a large rock.

“Let me have a look.”

The dunedain rolled his eyes, “(Y/N), it is not that bad. Just a scratch.”

The young women sighed in annoyance and pulled up his sleeve to reveal a slash across his bicep. He was right—to an extent—it wasn’t terrible. He would not need stitches. However, it did need to be cleaned and wrapped for infections were nasty things.

(Y/N) started by pouring some alcohol over the wound; receiving a harsh hiss from the dunedain in response. She muttered a quick apology before continuing. The young woman ground athelas leaves into a fine paste and expertly smeared it onto the cut. She then unrolled gauze and placed it upon the wound. Lastly, she pulled white dressings from her satchel. She gingerly wrapped it around his arm, yet she was careful to still pull it taught as the goal was to keep the athelas paste in and bacteria out.

She stood up and brushed her hands off before placing them firmly on her hips. “See Strider, it takes only a couple minute.”

He grumbled at her comment but thanked her for the medical attention.

(Y/N) nodded quickly and went to check on the rest of the fellowship. She made her way to Boromir who was also sitting in rest. She put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Boromir, how are you doing? Any wounds?”

He seemed slightly startled at first for his mind had been elsewhere, but he looked up at her with a soft smile.

“I’m quite alright, My Lady.”

A light chuckled escaped her lips. “My friend, how many times must I tell you? It’s (Y/N), no lady of any sorts!”

He shook his head and grinned at her, “Well, my lady, I am doing quite fine.”

She let her eyes circle into the back of her head as the corner of her lip pulled into a smirk.

The healer turned and made her way to Gimli who was sharpening his axe.

“Gimli, I trust you are alright as I see you are already preparing for the next battle even though we just endured one.”

His gruff voice answered immediately, “Aye lassie! Those orcs can’t ensnare a dwarf that easily!!”

She laughed at his comment as Merry and Pippin came rushing up to her. As soon as she saw their faces she knew that the two mischievous hobbits wanted to claim her attention. She lowered herself down to their height as they flung themselves into her arms.

“Ahh my two hobbits! How did you fare in the battle?”

They pulled from her hug and began speaking at the same time.

“It was intensely scary but we were fierce!”

“Merry had hit one with a tree branch! It was quite magnificent!”

“Yes it was, I would have to admit! And Pip tripped another and he fell flat on his face!”

(Y/N) beamed at the two and giggled at their attempt to tell the story. As much as she was focused on caring for everyone, the hobbits cared for her—in another way that is. The four of them brought joy to her heart and glee to her spirit. Their innocence and appreciation of the simplest things brought happiness to her soul. They had offered her a welcomed visit to the shire at any time; telling her of the grand tour they would take her on. She had grown to look upon them as children for their smallness and way of perceiving life was similar so.

The two scampered off quickly, most likely to share their adrenaline filled story with Boromir, while (Y/N) did a final scan of the fellowship.

Her eyes soon rested on the elf. Legolas was off to a distance standing upon the rocky tundra. Something about his posture made her frown. His back was to her and his head seemed bowed, as if he was looking down at something. Furthermore, his one arm was pulled up at an awkward angle—strange, even for the elf. As the healer that she was, she was compelled to check on him.

(Y/N) weaved through the rocks until she was only a short distance from him.

“Legolas?” She questioned softly.

He immediately whipped around. His shirt fell to cover his form, but not before (Y/N) caught a glimpse of bright purple, red, and black. The young woman’s lips instantly parted in shock. She had seen many wounds in her life, on many people of many different races. However, it was not often that she had an elven patient with a wound like that. To state it simply, (Y/N) was worried—that looked bad, very bad. Legolas on the other hand was only flustered for he, an elf, had gotten snuck up on. He did not have great concern for the injury given that there were far more important things to worry about.

“Legolas,” (Y/N) stated firmly. “Lift your shirt.”

He sighed, “(Y/N), it’s not—“

She interrupted him, “Let me guess, ‘It’s not that bad?’” She shook her head, “You and Strider.”

She stepped forward and took the hem of his shirt in her hand. She cautiously lifted the fabric, not caring about the socially deemed scandalousness of the action—she was a healer after all.

(Y/N) sucked in a breath. A relatively large bruise stretched across his torso with a sizable cut in the center of it.

“By the Valar, Legolas!” She exclaimed with exasperation. “You should have come to me straight away!”

“(YN)—“

She cut him off again, “No. don’t ‘(Y/N)’ me. This is serious. It could be internal bleeding. I don’t care that you are an immortal elf, you can still die from this.”

The healer gently let her fingertips brush against his skin, tracing and examining the injury. He winced in pain at the contact and that did not escape (Y/N)’s attention.

“How did this happen exactly? I need every detail.”

Legolas groaned again when she grazed over the cut; and when he spoke it was with heavy breaths, “A harsh kick to the side into another orc....” (Y/N) hand pressed on the bleeding laceration and he hissed in pain before continuing to speak. “...who—who slashed downward.....with a jagged-edged blade that had a—a curved tip.

(Y/N) looked up at him with concern, his breathing was getting labored and that was not a good sign. Not a good sign at all.

“Alright, come on.” She ordered. The young woman practically dragged the reluctant elf back towards the group and pushed him down on a rock.

She knelt in front of him and, once again, ruffled through her satchel.

“Take your tunic off,” she commanded while pulling out various pouches and gauze dressings.

(Y/N) could feel all of the fellowships’ gazes on the two, which only intensified when Legolas removed his tunic. She could hear the hobbit’s hushed whispers and concerned tones for the wound was gruesome and ugly—probably the worst they have ever seen considering their simple lives.

Once she had all her supplies ready, she set to work.

(Y/N) was kneeling in-between Legolas’s legs while she studied the torn up, bloody, and bruised fresh for yet another time; it was imperative that she made a plan before starting.

During this examination, the young woman could not help but let her eyes wander across his chest and rippling muscles. The bends and curves of his form looked perfect against his pale complexion. He was incredibly toned and well built, even more so than humans. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to him.

Additionally, battle scars of various shapes and sizes littered his body—which was expected given he was over 2,000 years old. Here, she took a moment to study them for if one really looked at a warriors scars their fighting style would be revealed. Many stretched across his being—specifically on his ribcage, sides, pecs, and abs—it was clear that he was way more reckless than he would like people to think. He was fast with his moves, going for the quickest way to an oppenent’s death, but that often left him exposed. No wonder he ended up with this terrible bruising gash. He lived up to the Mirkwood elf expectation—less wise and more fierce.

As (Y/N) realized that her mind had wandered too far off task, she cleared her throat and reached for the flask of liquor.

“This will sting,” she stated before pouring it over the broken flesh. As expected, a loud groan escaped his lips and his fists clenched around nothingness.

Carefully she dabbed the area with a cloth. (Y/N) then threaded a needle and began to sew his skin back together. The elf was stiff as he clenched his jaw and flexed his muscles—a natural reflex in this kind of situation. She continued to pull his skin taught so their was no more breakthrough bleeding. It seemed that he had gotten used to the sensation as she went given he began to relax. Next, she made a paste for the wound, much like Strider’s. However, she decided to use more than athelas leaves because this cut was more severe than the Ranger’s. (Y/N) ground up echinacea stalks and mixed in alder bark to soothe inflammation and fight infection. Gently she applied the blended mixture into his torso. Lastly, she wound gauze and dressings around his midsection in order to keep everything in place.

Much time had past given stitches took long; luckily, the fellowships’ concerned glances faded.

(Y/N) stood up from her position and it was then when she released just how close the two were. She stood between his legs, their faces inches apart. If it was anyone else, she wouldn’t have cared for she often had to be in such proximities with others as she was a healer. But this wasn’t anyone else, it was him.

“You—you should be fine now,” (Y/N) whispered. She cleared her throat and stepped backwards. “I will have to check on it every day and redo the bandages. And I advise you: no sudden movements, and no lifting heavy objects—like the hobbits.”

Legolas cracked a smile at that last comment. “Thank you, (Y/N). I truly appreciate your skill.”

“That is what I’m here for, is it not?” She adverted her eyes and kept her hands busy by gathering her supplies for she feared her expression would betray her.

Legolas put his tunic back on as he spoke, “I suppose it is, but nethertheless I thank you.”

......

As the days went on she continued to check Legolas’s wound. (Y/N) tried to make it more private by dragging him off to the side or away from the group, given that she suspected it was uncomfortable for him to undress everyday in front of inquiring eyes (aka the hobbits).

It was dusk when she crouched down to examine it once again.

“It is healing nicely,” She said. “A lot faster than I suspected, but I suppose that is because you are elven.” Her nervousness caused her to continue speaking when she did not wish to do so. “I mainly treat men....and dwarves. It is not often that I have a wounded elf at my door. Do you know an elf named Feren? I recall he said he was of Mirkwood Kin. I treated him once years ago for a busted leg when he strayed into northern territories.”

A small smirk crossed Legolas’s face, “Ahh so you are the beautiful healer who patched him up so well?”

(Y/N) felt heat creep up her face, “I—I would not say that—“

“Nonsense! He spoke of your beauty and skill many times, and he was not mistaken. I am just surprised that I have been lucky enough to gaze upon you and have you heal me.”

These words made (Y/N)’s gauze wrapping motions falter. “It—it is my job, Legolas.”

“Yet you go beyond your assignment and duty everyday. I see how you take care of us all, especially the hobbits. You truly have a noble heart.”

(Y/N) smiled softly and spoke in a teasing tone, “Well I suppose you are right—all you boys would be lost without me.”

A deep chuckled hummed in Legolas’s chest and the healer joined in with a bright laugh.

The giggles settled soon enough and Legolas spoke, his sentence quite abrupt. “How would you feel about coming to Mirkwood and living there as a healer once the ring is destroyed?”

Shocked, (Y/N) stuttered. “I—I am unsure. I don’t know if—“

“(Y/N)...” He interrupted. “I do not wish for the end of this journey to be the end of our acquaintance.”

The young woman looked down, “As I agree, but—“

“(Y/N),” he whispered.

Something about his tone made her freeze.

Ever so gently, he lifted her chin to force her to look at him. His voice was quiet as he spoke, “I—I don’t think you understand what I am trying to convey.”

Oh....

Now she understood.

The healer glanced at his lips which hovered near her own before biting her bottom one and locking gazes with him. Legolas of course noticed this and waisted no time. He pressed his mouth against hers and she instantly responded. Her hands slid up his bare chest, careful to avoid the wound on his torso, and then tangled themselves in his blonde locks. His muscular arms wrapped around her waist tightly as he focused on the taste of mint tea and fresh honey. The two moved their lips in sync and the world around them melted away. Suddenly, there was no quest, no fellowship, no responsibilities—only the two of them and the thudding of their hearts.

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highqueenofelfhame · 4 years ago

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An: I’ll add tags later, i just wanted to get this posted because I’m like pretty happy with it, it’s alright. So i hope you guys enjoy! I’ll also attach links and stuff later, I’m posting this from my iPad and i just am too lazy for the tagging process. Me wants to sleep. This is part of the Disney au! Shoutout to @tangledraysofsunshine and @punkassbookjockey26 for the help on this one! This is mostly fluff (i know, how wild) but don’t worry i’m working on some angst for you soon. Fafs update soon too! I’ve already started on it and I’m going to keep working on it as the week goes. Thankfully it’s an easy chapter for me to write bc i have plenty of OG stuff to pull from. Okay, anyway! Enjoy!!

With every second that ticked by, it was getting harder and harder not to rummage through his belongings like she lived there. Even worse was that Rowan was sneaking glances at her with a smirk on his lips like he knew she wanted to. It made her scowl, a frown line appearing between her eyebrows as she glared into his back.

“I’m making you dinner, and you’re still finding a reason to be unhappy with me?” He asked her, putting down the spatula and turning to lean against his counter. The man looked criminally good in an ivory cable-knit sweater and dark jeans, an outfit combination that Aelin had never seen him in before. Thinking back on it, she was positive that when he wasn’t in a costume at work, she had only ever seen him in jeans and a t-shirt. There was also the single flannel he’d worn on Halloween, but all of that was simply incomparable to how he looked now.

“You said dinner would be ready ages ago.”

“I said it would be ready in half an hour when you got here, which was twenty minutes ago. I still have ten minutes before you get to hound me about lying.”

“Maybe if you’d prepared an appetizer…” she teased, hoping with every cell in her body that he knew she was kidding. When Rowan had said he wanted to cook her dinner, she’d been floored. The only meal that she could successfully make was breakfast, and the options were limited. Additionally, she couldn’t remember the last time a romantic interest had cooked for her at all. Probably Sam several years earlier, and it had been so bad they’d relented and settled on drive-thru burgers instead.

Rowan’s eyes narrowed at her, and she knew she’d missed the mark with her joke. The date had been going well so far; not much could have been ruined. He’d kissed her hello once, or four times, then told her to make herself at home. Rowan even had a beautiful arrangement of kingsflame at the table in the dining area. Their banter had ensued as it always did, casual teasing comments. Until she went too far. Obviously.

He turned his back, and Aelin tensed, moving across the kitchen to get to him. Just before she touched him, he turned back around, eyes widening almost comically when his elbow nearly hit her temple. Without her boots, her footsteps had been near-silent on his hardwood floors.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, fingers brushing her temple where his sweater had grazed her face. “Hi.”

“Hi.” With their dinner sizzling in the background, she was sure that he could hardly hear the soft whisper of her voice. That didn’t seem to matter because Rowan leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, short and sweet and leaving her wanting more. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Rowan’s brows knit together, green eyes tracing over every feature of her face before settling to meet her gaze.

“Being… me? Teasing? I don’t know. This is a date, and you’re so nice to be making dinner, and I shouldn’t be--”

“Aelin,” he laughed. “You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t busting my balls for something. I don’t think we would be us.” At the mention of them as an item, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth to ward off the embarrassingly large grin that was threatening to take over her face.

“That doesn’t mean I can be rude,” she grumbled, earning another smile from the man in front of her.

“You aren’t.” Rowan turned away from her for a brief moment. When he faced her again he held half of a cookie in his hand. “You just get hangry.”

She stared at the small offering in his hand before accepting it with a smile. Not only was he making her dinner, but it seemed he had also baked her double chocolate chip cookies. It made her heart squeeze in an almost painful way, but she took the cookie and nibbled on the corner. Whatever recipe he had used was perfect. It only made the rumbling in her belly worse, but she was determined to finish it without chocolate smeared all over her mouth.

“I’m almost done with dinner. Go snoop. I know you’re dying to.” Aelin wrinkled her nose, and Rowan was quick to kiss the tip of it, despite her failed attempt to swerve. Not that she wanted him to miss, really. Aelin wanted to beg him to kiss her until she was physically sick and couldn’t stand to feel his mouth on her body ever again.

The apartment was simple. It had one bedroom and an open living and kitchen area. Rowan had a small table that could seat four between the two rooms. It was sparsely decorated but had a few personal touches here and there that provided a glimpse into Rowan’s life. She walked around the living room, noting the pile of books stacked neatly next to the TV contained some of her favorites. She hadn’t pegged Rowan as an avid reader, but she realized that despite working with the man for the past two years, there was still so much she didn’t know about him.

And she realized, more than anything, that she wanted to know everything.

Furthermore, she’d been right about the books stacked on the coffee table. They were travel books, some of them with tabs and post-it notes sticking out of the sides. With a sly glance to the kitchen, she perched on the edge of the couch and pulled the biggest of them with the most annotations toward her, flipping through the pages to see what all he had bookmarked.

One of the first pages was a map marking all the parks and their major attractions. It seemed Rowan had a key for himself, little stars, triangles and squares marking various locations.

“The stars are my favorite places I’ve been,” Rowan said, pulling her gaze from pages of mountains and canyons and over to his green eyes.

“Is this what you do when you aren’t working?” Aelin closed the books and restacked them neatly on the table. Rowan was carrying two plates of stir-fry over to the table. In a few steps she joined him, sliding into the seat beside his.

“When I can, yes.” She was so hungry that she merely nodded, taking a too-large bite of food and meaning at the taste. Rowan’s eyebrow quirked while he took a bite of his own, and to avoid speaking with a mouthful she gave him a thumbs up.

“So good,” she reiterated after she swallowed, clearing her throat.

“I’m glad you like it. I was worried you wouldn’t.”

“It’s food. I like food. And you baked cookies,” Aelin reminded him, popping another bite in her mouth. The tickle she seemed to be developing in her throat worsened, forcing her to clear her throat again after she swallowed. Actually, the tickle was becoming an insatiable itch that she tried to chase away with water. She had no luck. “Is your um— is your throat itchy?”

“No…?” Aelin tugged on the collar of her shirt, nodding her head instead of responding. Rowan leaned over to brush his fingers along her cheek, worry settling in the wrinkle between his eyebrows. “Are you allergic to anything?”

“Gods, my mouth is itchy,” she mumbled, mostly to herself, while she downed the rest of her water so quickly a drop slipped down the side of her chin.

“Aelin. What are you allergic to?”

“I’m not allergic to anything,” she insisted, despite the way her tongue felt undeniably too big for her mouth. Rowan had already left the table, though, disappearing through a door off the living room and coming back with a small white bottle. His phone was also now in his hand and the numbers his thumb was pressing looked a lot like 9-1-1 from her vantage point.

“Take these,” he said softly, holding two pills to her lips that she opened her mouth for and downed with Rowan’s full glass of water.

“That’s dramatic.” She nodded at his phone. “I can breathe fine. My mouth is just itchy. And my tongue is a little too big.” To prove a point, she stuck her tongue out. Rowan’s eyes were saucers and he was ready to hit the call button.

“Your tongue is twice the size it usually is!”

“Did you do this on purpose? Is this getting me back for the syrup?” Aelin was kidding. Half-kidding, maybe, but kidding all the same. When she spoke, drool dribbled down her chin that she wiped at with the collar of her shirt. The whimper that sounded in the back of her throat wasn’t voluntary. It was their first date and she managed to drool on herself in front of him. Aelin Galathynius was the epitome of cool.

“This is not getting you back for the syrup.” Rowan’s voice was sharp, if still soft around the edges while he watched her carefully. His thumb was still dancing over the call button, but Aelin refused to be carted out of his apartment on a stretcher. She took his phone, locked it, and held it hostage in her lap while he fussed and mumbled about how big her tongue was. “What are you allergic to?”

“I didn’t know I was allergic to anything,” she swore again, grabbing his water for another long drink.

It went on like this for several minutes: Rowan listing the ingredients for the stir-fry that she may not have had before, or maybe she’d not had it in such a long time she forgot she had a mild allergy to it. MSG, soy, celery, sesame, carrots, on and on. He ran through everything twice before Aelin asked him to please stop, she had no idea and listing them over and over wasn’t going to spark a memory or knowledge she didn’t have.

The signature frown he wore most of the time was all the more prominent the droopier her eyes got; the effects of Benadryl were hitting her harder than she cared to admit, but her throat wasn’t as itchy and her tongue was feeling closer to normal. Rowan held both of her hands and guided her to his bedroom. Aelin wanted to make a joke about how this wasn’t what she’d had in mind, but she was too sleepy to find the words.

Rowan undressed her, pulling her jeans off before guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. The duvet was softer, fluffier than she’d anticipated him to sleep on, and she wanted to burrow down into it as he replaced her shirt with one of his own. When he pulled back the blanket, she crawled under and didn’t settle until he laid down with her. His sweater was soft beneath her cheek and she felt like she was cuddling with him on a cloud. Gods, his bed was so comfortable she wanted to sleep in it forever.

“I’m sorry for ruining our date,” she mumbled, tilting her head back to look at him beneath heavy lashes and heavier lids.

“I’m sorry for accidentally almost killing you.” Despite the way his lips were turned down, there was amusement hidden in his words. Aelin smiled and tilted her head back enough for him to take the hint: she wanted to be kissed. A half smile spread across his lips and he kissed her gently, fingers brushing loose strands of her hair behind her ear.

“This isn’t how I imagined our date ending,” she grumbled, ducking her face down into his sweater. Rowan chuckled and Aelin knew that it wasn’t what he had in mind, either. “I thought I would end up in your bed but not to sleep. I mean, maybe after you fucked me senseless, but I didn’t think we would be skipping that part altogether.”

“I didn’t think I would make something that had flare up an obscure allergy you didn’t know you had, either. So I guess we’re both surprised.” Aelin snorted, sitting up enough to tug on the side of his sweater. Rowan took the hint, sitting up to pull the sweater and his shirt over his head. While in the process of undressing, he stood and pulled his jeans off, too, tossing them over the back of a desk chair in the corner of the room. Aelin swallowed, eyes dipping over the expanse of golden skin he’d exposed.

Her eyes caught on a scar on his lower abdomen, zeroed-in on the trail of hair that disappeared into his briefs. It dawned on her then that she hadn’t seen him completely naked. At work, they saw each other in various stages of undress while changing costumes, but the only time they’d had sex had been a quickie in Lorcan’s bathroom. They’d both been mostly clothed for that. She was making it a goal to see him entirely naked in the next twenty-four hours, because he looked so good like this it was unfair.

“Maybe I’ll feel better when I wake up,” she said, breathlessly. Rowan grinned, a dimple appearing in his cheek that she didn’t see often enough.

“I’m counting on it.”

#Disney au #Disney #rowaelin Disney au #throne of glass #tog #iwsiil #i won’t say I’m in love #rowaelin #Aelin galathynius #Rowan whitethorn #writing #my writing

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ginnyweasely · 4 years ago

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ALWAYS FOREVER [DRACO MALFOY X READER]

pairing: draco malfoy x reader (fem!)

warnings: swearing, alcohol, angst!!, very angsty, au!!, kind of ooc draco but this is how i imagine adult draco!!

summary: an au where draco attends a hogwarts reunion in hopes of bumping into the reader<3

word count: 3.8k+

A/N: i’ve always wanted to write a lil angsty au so here i am!! also italics are flashbacks/memories! FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED AND WELCOME!! also still taking requests but just know that it will take me a while to do them okay love y’all ENJOY!! <3 also this is inspired by la la land bc i was rewatching it

MASTERLIST

Draco sighed softly as he fixed his suit slowly and then he quickly turned his attention to the clock, he huffed annoyed as he realized it was only 8.30 pm, the party had started 30 minutes ago and he felt as though he was already bored out of his mind, this whole Hogwarts “reunion” thing felt bonkers to him, he didn’t have one single person he wanted to see.

He absolutely hated the idea of having to see Potter and his little gang, he didn’t wanna see anyone from stupid Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff either, maybe seeing some of his old Slytherin friends would have been nice but he knew he could live without seeing them, so that’s why he was now mentally cursing himself for arriving at this stupid reunion party.

He knew he couldn’t leave either because he knew the only reason he came here was to see her, see Y/N.

He couldn’t possibly admit this to himself, the thought of not being able to get out his “first real love” that ended 2 years ago out of his head was absolutely bonkers to him, but deep down he knew, he never forgot the girl, and he wanted to see what she was doing, what she was up to.

He sighed again as he made his way onto the table where the drinks were, he grabbed a glass and a smile came up to his lips as he poured himself a fire whiskey, turning around to still admire the crowd of old Hogwarts students in front of him.

His smile quirked up even more as he saw some of his old friends, Draco couldn’t admit to himself how good it was to finally be able to be in the company of old friends, it was certainly something he needed to get his mind out of his real problems. He greeted his old Slytherin friends with a smile.

Pansy, Daphne, Crabbe, Goyle and Theodore excitedly greeted the boy back. “We haven’t seen you in forever!” Daphne gushed as Crabbe and Goyle nodded vigorously, “What exactly have you been up to, mate?” Theodore asked as Draco looked down chuckling.

“Nothing in particular, really, just quidditch and stuff.” He said softly as Pansy smirked, “Right we forgot about our little famous quidditch player!” She said teasing as Draco chuckled brushing it off.

“Don’t say that!” He exclaimed. “What? It’s true! You’re like totally famous.” Pansy said smiling as Draco shook his head humbled.

“We missed you you know.. it’s so nice to be with the whole old Slytherin group..” Daphne said softly as Draco nodded, “I missed you guys too..” He looked around softly as he then turned his head back to the group.

“Speaking of the whole old Slytherin group, where is Blaise?” He asked softly as Pansy and Daphne froze softly. “Um.. He’ll be here shortly...” They said awkwardly as Draco just looked at them confused.

He took sips from his glass of firewhiskey, the alcohol burning his tongue and throat, giving him a numb feeling, he hissed a little at the feeling, when he looked up from his glass, he felt the group’s gaze on him, he looked at them confused.

“What? Do I have something on my face or something?” He asked chuckling as the group’s gaze diverted to what he had not been expecting, Blaise.

His eyes slowly followed the group’s gaze, seeing Blaise, but then his eyes slowly diverted to who Blaise was with, his hand was lingered onto her waist, Draco’s her, Draco’s Y/N. Both arriving with a smile on their face, Draco froze up at his spot, not knowing what to do.

He slowly fixed his collar loosening it as he gulped and took another sip of his fire whiskey. His old best friend, with his ex, the love of his life. H is mind was racing, with angry thoughts. “Draco.. we were gonna tell you..” Daphne said softly. “But we never really got the chance.. you were busy with quidditch and stuff..” Pansy finished off Daphne’s sentence.

“It’s fine, really..” Draco said chuckling bitterly, gulping hard once again. “Are you sure..” Daphne asked softly and offered to put her hand behind Draco’s back as Draco nodded and refused, tensing up. “It’s not like I’m hung up on the same girl for 2 years..” He said chuckling bitterly again as he put the glass onto his mouth again, taking a sip bitterly.

Daphne and Pansy eyed his movements and both nodded understandingly as they looked at each other feeling guilty and backing up from the boy.

But Draco was not okay, he ruffled his hand through his hair, unable to stop his mind from wandering off, his mind was racing, racing through the memories he had with her, unable to stop himself.

Draco knew Y/N was something else from the start, right when he noticed her, he knew exactly which moment it was, it was when he first noticed her in the Potions class, it seemed that everything she did amazed her.

He was amazed by her beautiful smile, the sound of her cute giggles, how pretty she looked when she threw her hair off her shoulder and tried her best to concentrate on whatever thing she was doing, he felt amazed by her.

So when the next Potion class rolled around he couldn’t help but sit next to her, introducing himself properly, but as one does when meeting Draco Malfoy for the first time, Y/N found him to be snobby and bit too into himself, but she didn’t let that cloud her judgement about him, and with that, each time the two off them had a little chat Y/N got to know Draco a bit more, eventually growing a friendship with the boy.

The two being friends seemed very odd to everyone, since it was pretty obvious that Draco had always looked at her more than friends, his gaze towards the girl always had too much meanings, but it seemed that Y/N almost always missed that.

With the two now being friends, they almost always hung out together, enjoying each others company too soon too much. It was as if they could not be separated, always by each others side, although it did help that they were both in Slytherin and had friends who got along together.

And they both were too fond of each other’s presence, always going on little walks through out the castle, or always going out to grab a butter beer together, it seemed as if they were inseparable, they seemed to like that too, being there for each other, talking about every little thing, knowing they always had someone behind their back, but their friendship didn’t last that long, Draco was no longer capable of keeping his feelings to himself, dying to tell the girl.

He was so in love with the girl and wanted nothing more than to be with her, for the first time in his life, the boy felt proper love, affection, feelings for somebody.. it was too much for him, too much of a secret from him to keep from someone who he told everything to.

So when he finally confessed his feelings and learned that Y/N felt the same way, it was like the whole world was his, and they were both feeling ecstatic.

It was like they both had finally found their perfect match and they could finally be able to spend the rest of their life with them, they were both pretty sure that they were each other’s “the one” thinking nothing would ever stop them.

But of course it didn’t work like that, even if they wanted it to work like that, for a while things were amazing. The two would, like always go on dates together, sneak into each others dorm, spend holidays with each others families, have double dates with their mutual friend groups, they seemed like the perfect couple, it all seemed fine until the end of school came.

When school ended they knew they both had career plans ahead of them, they both had something planned for their life, and Y/N knew Draco wanted nothing more than to be a professional quidditch player, whilst Draco knew Y/N wanted to be an auror, more than anything.

Their dreams came true, Draco was a professional quidditch player and Y/N successfully managed to be an auror, their dreams did come true, but it came true with an expense. And even at first they managed to keep their jobs and relationship at check, always planning and timing ahead to not let their careers effect their relationship.

However a lot of things started piling up that seemed to cause a lot of problems in their relationship, like how Draco started getting big and more famous, and he had to go to international quidditch matches, always having to travel, it seemed that Y/N was always supportive and Draco appreciated that, but at the end of the day they could barely keep their relationship from falling apart, the long distance, barely spending time together, the fights, it was too much for them now.

They had to pick between their relationship or their career, and they picked their career, realizing how damaging their relationship had been on them lately, it wasn’t something that was easy for either of them, but it seemed as if that was their only option.

Draco came out of his memory trance as he noticed the pair walking up to their group, he could feel his mouth dry up slowly, it could be because of he was nervous or the alcohol had dehydrated him, and even though the second one seemed more likely he knew it was because he felt enormously stressed.

Blaise and Y/N approached them slowly as a smile played on Y/N’s lips, they greeted everyone but all Draco could hear was silence, his gaze froze and stuck to the ground, looking down for a few seconds, but his head popped up softly as he finally heard the voice, her voice, calling out for him.

“Draco?” She spoke up softly, hands nervously letting go of the hold on Blaise’s arm, “Hey..” She said softly greeting the boy and waving awkwardly in front of him, as his gaze finally met up with hers, his grey eyes were sharp but seemed to be full of regret.

“Uh.. hi.” Draco said softly, scratching his head nervously. “Blaise Y/N, how are you guys doing?” He said as his sounded more nervous and he ruffled his hands through his hair, the gaze between Y/N and Draco still not being broken as the two study each other’s movements, Blaise cleared his throat slowly to get the pair’s attention.

Y/N softly looked down, and so did Draco keeping his head down for a few more seconds, gulping and popping his head up again to admire the girl in front of him, however his eyes froze as they laid at her neck, seeing the infamous necklace still wrapped around her neck, he gulped slowly.

He sighed as he fixed his collar again loosening it, feeling as if he was not able to breath, “Uh.. I- Excuse me..” He said quickly excusing himself and brushing past the people to go out the balcony and get some air. Y/N sighed softly as he looked up at Blaise, “Do you mind if I..” Y/N asked softly as Blaise sighed.

“He didn’t look well I just wanna check up on him!” Y/N exclaimed as Blaise just sighed again, “It’s fine..” He said slowly as Y/N gave him a smile, pecking his cheek softly and leaving to go after Draco.

Draco was outside the balcony getting deep breaths as he tried to calm down, but his mind was racing again, the bloody necklace, it was still there, still sitting on her pretty neck, as if it had always belonged there.

Y/N laughed softly throwing her hair back her shoulders, looking up to the boy in front of him, “You’re a git!” She said giggling as Draco scrunched up his nose, acting like he was offended “Ouch!” He said chuckling softly.

“It’s our first anniversary and you’re calling me a git?” He questioned raising his eyebrows as he tried to look serious, Y/N giggled again nodding. “Yup! But you’re a really hot git!” She said chuckling as Draco laughed softly, pecking the girl’s soft lips.

He then backed away softly, much to Y/N’s surprise. “I.. Um..” He stuttered. “What?” Y/N questioned confused and smiling. “I.. I got you something.” He said softly as Y/N’s face lit up more.

“Oh Draco, you shouldn’t have! We said we weren’t getting each other anything! I didn’t get you anything..” She said frowning and looking down softly as Draco chuckled softly, “I couldn’t resist, when I saw it.. it just felt like it belonged to you..” He said softly as his hand reach to his pocket.

He slowly pulled out a box and softly opened it, revealing a golden snake necklace inside it. Y/N smiled happily as she clapped her hands together. “Blimey Draco!” She exclaimed as she looked up at him, his face was now anxious, “Do you not like it?” He asked softly as Y/N shook her head quickly.

“Like it? Are you joking! I love it! It’s so beautiful!” She said exclaiming happily and throwing her hands around his neck happily, Draco chuckled, Y/N squeezed the boy too much as Draco groaned, “You trying to kill me Y/L/N?” He said chuckling as Y/N pulled away giggling.

“Help me put it on, please! It’s so beautiful!” Y/N exclaimed excitedly still jumping up and down as Draco got out the necklace, Y/N slowly turned around and held out her hair for Draco to put on the necklace, his hands brushed her neck softly as he clasped the necklace on to her neck.

Y/N smiled happily as she turned around. “You look absolutely gorgeous..” Draco muttered softly as Y/N giggled, she looked up at the boy in front of her as her eyes lit up, “I love you..” Y/N said softly a smile creeping up on her lips.

Her focus fixated on him as her eyes gazed into Draco’s grey ones softly and lovingly, Draco’s eyes following hers “I love you more, princess.” Draco said softly as Y/N’s smile grew wider, her dimples showing.

Draco happily and softly kissed the girl in front of her smiling into the kiss as he did so.

“Draco?” A soft voice caused the boy’s mind to come back to reality, and he cursed himself as he realized who it belonged to, he slowly turned around to meet Y/N’s worried eyes.

“Hey.” He said softly, his eyes traveling down to the ground, not daring to look up, “Are.. are you okay?” Y/N asked softly a hint of horridness was subtle in her tone, which caused Draco to chuckle bitterly.

“C’mon Y/N..” He murmured, “What?” Y/N asked confused, as she threw her hands in the air. “What do you think?” He asked softly as his eyes darted up from the ground meeting her eyes slowly now.

She gulped slowly as she looked at the boy in front of her, “I don’t know..” She said shyly. “Of course I’m not okay, Y/N..” Draco said slowly.

“I wasn’t okay with seeing you in the first place, but seeing you with someone else.. seeing you with Blaise of all people.. he was my friend..” Draco said slowly but disgust could be heard in his voice.

Y/N sighed softly, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously, “I’m.. I- I’m sorry.. I don’t know what to say.. I just.. it just happened..” She said softly crossing her arms in front of her chest nervously as Draco shook his head.

“How? Why?” Draco asked as it was now Y/N’s turn to shook her head, “I don’t know.. he was working with me and it just happened.. and it had been 2 years since we broke up, I wanted to give someone else a chance, be happy again.. It didn’t work out with you..” She said softly as Draco sighed.

“I’m sorry.. I know I have no right to be involved in your life, but I.. I wish it didn’t end like this, I..” He stuttered softly as he sighed again this time more out of sadness and regret, and Y/N looked down on the ground sadly.

“No, it’s okay.. I wish it didn’t end like this too..” She said softly and looked up at Draco, her voice was fragile and sadness could be read from her face as she fiddled with her necklace nervously, Draco’s eyes slowly watched her movements, stopping as he saw the necklace again.

“You never got rid of that?” He asked slowly pointing to the necklace, Y/N’s eyes slowly looked down on her neck, she smiled embarrassed, “Um.. no..” She said.

“I tried to, but it has too many memories and it’s too important..” She said hesitantly and took in a deep breath. Draco’s lips twitched up slowly as he gave the girl a soft smile.

“I’m glad, you decided to keep it then..” He said softly not breaking his gaze from the girl, as Y/N agreed nodding, playing with her hair, twirling it still kind of nervously.

“We should go inside and not have your date waiting..” Draco said awkwardly as Y/N nodded, leading the way and Draco followed quietly, but then he stopped for a moment. “Y/N?” He called out to her softly.

Y/N’s head turned around softly, looking deep into his eyes, her cheeks were now a rosy color, perhaps from the cold, as she was waiting for the boy to speak.

“I probably shouldn’t say this.. and I know it’s not appropriate but.. I can’t keep it inside..” He started slowly as Y/N watched him curiously, Draco took a deep breath before he opened his mouth to speak, “No matter what happens.. no matter who I end up with , just know that, I’m always gonna love you..” He confessed as Y/N’s eyes widened a little.

She ran her hands through her hair slowly, still not breaking the gaze as she looked up at him lovingly, she smiled softly as she studied him. “Then I probably shouldn’t say this either..” She started as she took a deep breath. “I’m always gonna love you.. too...” She muttered softly as Draco smiled softly, knowing how the pair could never let go of each other fully, as they would always have some sort of love for each other.

The pair looked at each other for a while in silence, then decided to head inside. For the rest of the night Y/N and Draco were spending time with their friends, Draco now a bit happier that he was reuniting with his friends and did get a chance to talk to Y/N.

And Y/N missed hanging out with her old school friends and seeing Draco too. Each of them spending their time happily it seemed, as time passed quickly and now the reunion was coming to an end.

Blaise slowly said goodbye to everyone, then made his way over to Y/N “Let’s go, baby.” He said softly as Y/N turned around to meet him, “Oh, I haven’t said goodbye to Pansy, Daphne and the others goodbye yet!” She exclaimed as Blaise softly chuckled.

“Okay you go, I’ll be right outside.” Blaise said smiling as he pecked Y/N’s lips softly. “Love you.” He said softly as Y/N smiled, “Love you, too.” She said softly as she turned around to go over to wherever Pansy and Daphne were.

She excitedly smiled as she hugged the couple, “I’m so glad this whole thing happened, we should go on a double date like next week when you guys are available!” Y/N exclaimed as Daphne and Pansy chuckled at the enthusiastic girl.

“And spend an hour with Blaise and his ego?” Pansy questioned as Daphne playfully pinched the girl and Pansy flinched making Y/N chuckle, “I swear he’s not like that anymore!” Y/N said playfully hitting her on the shoulder.

“I have to go now, but I’ll see you guys next week?” Y/N questioned smiling as Pansy rolled her eyes softly, “I have to see humbled Blaise with my eyes, so consider that a yes.” She said smirking as Daphne nodded and Y/N laughed softly, hugging the girls goodbye.

She then turned around and spotted Draco with her eyes she shook her head as she realized she shouldn’t go over to him, so she slowly started getting ready to leave, but as she was about to leave, she stopped for a few seconds.

She sighed softly as she realized she couldn’t just leave without saying goodbye to him. She was unable to hold herself from saying goodbye to him. Even though she knew she might regret it, she slowly turned around and quickly made her way over to him before she could change his mind.

“It was nice seeing you today.” Y/N spoke up as she finally was right behind Draco, her chest rising up and down from breathing nervously. Draco turned around the face the girl, turning all his attention to her. A small playing along his lips at the sight of her. “You too Y/N.” He said softly his eyes lit with happiness causing Y/N to smile.

“Well, I wanted to say goodbye before I left, so..” She trailed off nervously. “Goodbye, and you know good luck with your quidditch stuff.” She said smiling weakly as Draco chuckled softly. “Thank you.. and you with your auror stuff too..” He replied sarcastically, as a weak chuckle came from Y/N’s mouth.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” He continued as his eyes burned through hers, the pair looking deep into each other’s eyes, connecting and communicating in a way their mouths never would. But soon enough Y/N cleared her throat softly as she nodded once again a playful smile coming onto her lips, she slowly turned around as she walked up to the exit slowly.

Just as Y/N reached the door, she couldn’t help but turn around and look at Draco one last time, and just then so did Draco, the pair’s eyes locking, a hint of tear in both of their eyes can be subtly seen, ever so subtly then that it can be seen for a fleeting second.

And Y/N smiles softly once again, a kind of soft but sad smile and not too visible, but enough to show Draco that everything he feels she feels too, everything he remembers about them, she remembers too.

It seems that it doesn’t matter if they are separated, they will always love each other, and be in each other’s life in a way, knowing they can never truly let each other go, Draco gave the girl a soft smile in return. Then Y/N turned around and slowly walked out the door.

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themandadolorian · 4 years ago

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Paz Vizla NSFW Alphabet

Originally posted by coredrive

A/N: okay tumblr was being dumb so I had to re-upload. So yeah, here is my - what is sure to be hot pile of garbage that I wrote at midnight last night lol. Listerally this is by far the most sinful thing I’ve ever written/posted so please don’t come for me. It took everything in me to post this in the first place 🙈

Warnings below the cut

Warnings: Pretty self explanatory? Y’all know how these things work. Smut, Paz has a breeding kink (obvi), and yeah. It’s just a bunch of sin y’all. I’m a hoe for Paz okay?

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Okay, as we all know Paz may appear intimidating and brutish, but he is a total fucking teddy bear and I will fight anyone who says otherwise. No matter how slow, sensual, rough, or fast he takes you, he will ALWAYS make sure you are taken care of afterwards. Whether it’s just a warm cloth or a full on shower he will make sure you are both clean before slipping under the covers and pulling you into his chest.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Okay I feel like Paz is like an ass and thighs kinda guy. I know, I know - super stereotypical guy stuff but like?? He has really big hands okay? And he loves to just grab handfuls of you and squeeze you. He loves wrapping his hands around your thighs and picking you up and pressing you to the wall when neither of you are patient enough to make it to the bed. But he also loves just taking handfuls of your ass in his palms as he fucks down into you.

OOF.

Yeah Paz is definitely an ass and thighs kind of guy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay - BITCH. We ALL KNOW that this big blue bastard has a fucking breeding kink, something that I will discuss further down the alphabet lol. So like his favorite place to cum is definitely inside you. ESPECIALLY if you aren’t on contraceptive (and have had the appropriate baby talk lol).

But despite that being his fave place, I definitely think he has a thing for seeing it on you too. I believe Paz is a very uh…territorial man - and if he’s in the right kinda mood I don’t think he would hesitate to

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Oof okay so thanks to @stubbychaos and @hdlynn for helping me with this one bc I was struggling lol. But this man DEF has a thing for wanting to be the submissive one sometimes. He’s never done it before but he’s always wanted to try it. But he will never for the life of him bring it up to you on his own. He has a reputation to uphold you know? But if you mention it first one day? Lord help him, he won’t hesitate before complying. You being in charge in the bedroom instead of him? Cuffing his hands together and magnetizing them to the hull so he has to beg to touch you?

Phew…yeah he’s into that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Paz is pretty experienced. I think he definitely knows what he’s doing in the bedroom when it comes to the act itself. HOWEVER - I don’t think this man has been in a lot of long term relationships? I feel like that is new to him,so while he knows what he’s doing and how to pleasure you, he is still learning the romantic dynamics lol.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

I definitely take Paz as a no-nonsense kind of guy, when he’s with you in that way (no matter how y’all are doing it lol) he wants to make sure you are getting the pleasure you deserve. And when he’s making love to you? Forget it man. This dude is so fucking serious and soft and just UGH. I don’t think he takes it lightly I guess is what I’m trying to say. Especially if you haven’t sworn the riddurok yet - being that vulnerable with you and placing that much trust in you takes a lot and I don’t think either of you really jokes around in the actual moment.

But Paz is definitely a funny guy. He won’t hesitate to tease you or cast a dirty comment your way when he has the chance. While he takes your relationship seriously he also has a sense of humor - especially leading up to the moment itself.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don’t think Paz really thinks about stuff like that tbh. His life is hectic - he has a job to do and people to protect so I don’t think he concerns himself with stuff like that. Really the only grooming he tries to keep up with is his facial hair, he makes sure to keep it neat under the helmet because if he didn’t it just causes him irritation. But he makes sure not to go completely clean shaven simply because he relishes in the noises you make when his scruff scrapes along the tender skin of your neck when he leaves kisses there - or even better - when it brushes along the inside of your thighs. Yeah, those noises are his favorite.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I think Paz is a total romantic and you can’t change my mind.

Like i said before, he’s never really done the long term relationship thing so he wants to do it right ya know? He’s always checking to make sure you’re okay and enjoying what he’s doing. Whispering sweet words of praise and pleasure into your ears as he thrusts into you. He just loves to be with you in every way possible, touching you, holding you - anything.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Hey, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

He travels alot, and sometimes he’s away from you for longer than usual. This results in some more….depraved evenings alone in the refresher. It’s even worse when you send him a particularly lewd hologram of yourself. Then he definitely can’t help himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Okay - here we go friends. I am finally going to address two anonymous asks I have gotten in this section, SO:

● Breeding kink: This man has one, plain and simple. He honestly discovered it by accident once when he saw you holding one of the foundlings in the covert, rocking it to sleep. From that moment he was a goner. The minute you walked into your shared quarters, he had stripped you both down and was on you the moment you were bare before him. Just the thought of you, belly swollen with his child? A future Mandalorian to carry on his name? Yeah. the minute that image crosses his mind he’s gone - spending himself inside you before pulling you to his chest and rolling onto his side, never leaving you the entire time.

● Biting/Marking: Again, another ask I received that I have been gaining the courage to post lol. As stated earlier, Paz is somewhat territorial and kind of protective. He in no way sees you as some kind of property, but when you are together, he wants everyone to know. The morning After a night of passion when he returns from a mission, he sees the bruises on your hips and the dark purple marks on your breasts and neck and he almost takes you again right then and there. From that moment, he makes it a personal mission of his to leave behind at least a couple pieces of evidence. Not that you are complaining of course.

● Okay this one is kinda mean I think but - idk why - but I think this man has a thing for making you cry 🙈 Obviously this isn’t in a bad or painful kind of way. More, he wants to see you cry out in pure euphoria. You’ve gone several rounds, and he’s pulled more than a few orgasms out of you and that’s when he sees the wet trails down your cheeks.The first time he was worried - afraid that he had hurt you ror pushed you too far, but you explained that it was just that good - OOOO this man just keeps on going.

● Finally, working off that last one, Paz 100% has a praise kink. He just absolutely loves hearing your gasps of pleasure and encouragement to ‘keep going’ or ‘just like that Paz, maker-!’. It just spurs him on because he knows he’s doing at least one thing right.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Paz definitely prefers either your quarters on the ship or in the covert. He doesn’t really like wearing the helmet when you are together like that and the only place he feels safe enough to remove the helmet is in those two places. Plus, it’s just more comfortable.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

YOU WEARING HIS SHIRTS. That man turns feral if he sees you in one of his shirts. The way it’s so large on you yet only comes to about mid-thigh? Yeah, that is an instant turn on for him 100%.

Also as weird as this might sound he absolutely loves it when you tease him. Mainly because he knows when you do that, that neither of you are aiming for a soft experience lol. Usually when you tease him by wearing those tiny shorts you own or by flirting with someone else just to get his attention, you all won’t even make it back to the safety of your quarters.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Paz will not do ANYTHING that involves hurting you. Period. One of his biggest fears is accidentally hurting or losing the ones he loves, so there is no way he will intentionally cause you pain or harm. I think the only exception to that would be like spanking? But he only does that if you beg him too. But absolutely no knife play, etc…

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man will Happily go down on you. And he’s definitely skilled at it. Honestly I think going down on you is probably one of his favorite things and he does it every chance he gets. Because not only does it bring you pleasure, but he loves the way you taste and the way your fingers pull at his hair as you beg him for release….yeah it’s just all around a good time for every one lol.

He also likes receiving but I think he definitely prefers to give rather than receive.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Again I think he’s both. However, I think he leans towards fast and rough, mainly because sometimes all you both have time for is a quick bout before he’s off to his next responsibility or job. But don’t put it past the man to make that up to you. He is always slow and sensual when he gets the chance. Taking his time to touch you and explore every inch of you in an effort to memorize the expanse of your skin and the things that make you tick.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As stated above, I think quickies can be a regular occurrence between you two, but I also don’t see them happening like all the time, if that makes sense?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think Paz is game to try out some new stuff. Again as long as it’s nothing that could harm either one of you, I don’t think he would mind straying from his comfort zone.. Especially if you’re the one asking.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Listen…this man FUCKS. Like a lot and for a really long ass time. Like each round may not last like super duper long (unless he’s feeling like a tease then he will drag each one out as long as possible) but this man can go so many rounds. He fucking loves it too.

Sometimes you won’t even have time to catch your breath before Paz is ready to go again and there are tears in your eyes as he just continues to rail into you despite you both having reached your highs several times. This man’s stamina is like no other y’all.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don’t think Paz is really into toys himself. I mean if it’s something that you want to do/try he won’t say no but I don’t see him being the one to seek them out or own them. And if he did use one it would definitely be on his partner rather than himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Honestly? Paz can be such a fucking tease. I don’t think it’s something he does like all the time or anything but if he’s in a particular mood or you’ve been a brat all day, he will not hesitate to be unfair as hell. Like just going until you are right on the edge of release and then stopping completely, making you cry out in frustration before picking up again and doing the same thing over and over again. He pretty much won’t stop until your sobbing beneath him begging him to let you cum. Them and only then will he relent and finally, finally, get you to that point of release, following not far behind you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

hmmm…I feel like he definitely has a thing for an SO that is smaller than him. More in the sense that they are just shorter. He likes to tease you or put things on taller shelves so you have to ask for his help. But he also loves it because it makes it easier to pick you up and toss you onto the bed. Or, since he’s a lot larger than most people, he loves the way his hands look on your body. The way they just like engulf you and make you shiver - yeah idk. But he’s into that lol.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Do I really even have to say it? Because I feel like we all know lol. But Paz is not lacking in that department at ALL. This man is very blessed, well-endowed, whatever the hell you want to call it okay? Honestly the first time you see it you’re a little bit concerned for your own well being lol.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty fucking high lol. Paz is a horny bitch and that’s a hill I will die on.

He just loves being with you and near you in any way possible, but he especially loves being with you in this way. As stated several times before, having never been in many relationships, he relishes in the trust and vulnerability that he is allowed to have with you. But beyond all of that kind of stuff he just loves pleasuring you. Loves hearing the whines and gasps you let out as he fucks you. He loves the way your hands grip his shoulders or the way your nails rake down his back, reminding him the next day how much you enjoyed it. Yeah, Paz fucks okay? And he enjoys it a lot lol.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I don’t think he’s one of those people to just konk out afterwards lol. But he also doesn’t stay awake for too long. He will make sure you are both cleaned up before slipping back into bed next to you, pulling you to his chest and running his hand gently up and down your back. Tracing every little dip and curve of your body, until your breathing evens out and your warm breath fans over his chest. This is usually when he will fall asleep. He will drift off to your steady breaths and the feeling of your skin against his own.

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forhongjoong · 5 years ago

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in which you want the d but hongjoong’s nervous because he’s never done it before. spoiler alert: you do it

pairing: kim hongjoong x female!reader

word count: 2.9k

contains: first time, oral/fem!receiving, hand jobs

(a/n: i know im the worst bc this is the first substantial thing i’ve posted in literally almost 2 months. im rly sorry about that. most of you might not have seen my post regarding it but i had a loss in my family and was taking time to grieve and get myself back to a better place. but on a more positive note, i’ve somehow reached over 100 followers on this blog!!! expect a lil celebration even to come soon. anyways, i hope you enjoy! pls lemme know what you think)

“Joong?” You say quietly. You tilt your head up from where it rests on Hongjoong’s chest. His eyes are closed but the hand absentmindedly playing with your curls lets you know that he’s still awake. He hums in response, letting you know that he’s listening, and you muster up your last ounce of strength to say the next sentence that comes out of your mouth.

“Joong, I want to have sex.”

His hand freezes and he sputters out a cough. You sit up and cross your legs, looking down at him as his cheeks flush red and his eyes are looking everywhere but yours.

“Where-“ he clears his throat and his eyes finally meet yours, “where is this coming from, babe?”

“I don’t know,” you begin, “I mean we’ve been together for a while now and I trust you and love you more than anyone. And like, we’ve done other stuff before but anytime it gets close to sex, you stop or pull away. And I guess… I’m just worried you just… don’t want me like that or something.”

You bite you lip and look down, suddenly feeling sheepish after voicing an anxiety that’s been running through your mind for a few weeks now. Hongjoong sits up and grabs your hand, using his other to tilt your chin up to look at him. His eyes meet yours and you can see the guilt and slight embarrassment in his gaze.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry that I was making you feel that way. But I want you to know that’s the farthest thing from the truth. I think you’re so beautiful and so sexy and of course I want to have sex with you. It’s just…” he trails off and bounces your intertwined hands in his lap nervously before continuing. “I’ve never done it before and I guess I just worry about it being disappointing for you.”

It’s certainly not the reason you were expecting, but the more you think about it the more if makes sense. Being a trainee and then subsequently debuting has taken up so much of Hongjoong’s life, and you knew that before you, he had never really dated anyone seriously. It just never clicked for you that he never would have had sex, knowing how loved and wanted he was by people all over the world. You give him a soft smile and press your lips to his briefly before pulling back to look at him again.

“Listen babe,” his eyes meet yours and you give him a reassuring smile. “You know I’m not crazy experienced either, but honestly, that’s not what matters. Like, not to sound super cheesy or anything but just the fact that it’s with you will make it amazing for me. I’m sure it will probably be a bit awkward at first and we have to learn each other’s bodies. But I know for a fact I would never be disappointed. I love you so much and I want to be with you when you’re ready, and nothing about being with you could ever be a disappointment to me.”

Hongjoong’s face breaks into a grin and he pulls you into his arms, burying his face in your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“I love you so much, Y/N.” You smile and wrap your arms around him. Placing soft kisses in the area where your head rests on his shoulder. He pulls back and presses his lips to yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, and you can feel how much he loves you being conveyed in the feeling of his mouth against yours. He opens his mouth to deepen the kiss and you easily oblige, letting out a soft moan as his tongue makes its way into your mouth. His hands, which had been softly rubbing up and down your sides, settle on your hips and he pulls you into his lap. Your wrap your legs around him and pull your bodies flush together, the contact sending a jolt of pleasure down to your core. Hongjoong hisses at the contact and he bites down on your bottom lip, cause a whimper to fall from your mouth. You finally break the kiss and your lips begin to make their way down along his jaw and to his neck, nipping slightly at the skin as they go. Hongjoong tilts his head back, giving you better access as you work a small love bite onto his collarbone. The two of you fall back against the bed and your lips make their way back to his, coming together in a desperate and needy kiss. His hands grip desperately at your hips as you grind down against his crotch.

He moves his hands to the hem of your shirt, slowly pushing the material up and exposing more of your skin to him. You sit up and pull the soft material over your head, tossing it to the floor and Hongjoong’s hands fall back to your hips, rubbing circles in the skin and causing a shiver to run through your body. You reciprocate and push his shirt up over his toned stomach and he allows you to pull it up over his head for him. Both shirts now discarded, you lean back down and desperately attach your lips to Hongjoong’s again. You kiss him needily and revel in the feeling of your chest flush against his, your thin and lacy bra the only thing separating your bare skin.

Hongjoong soon begins to kiss his way down your neck and you let out a loud moan as he reaches the sensitive spot in the crook of your neck, teasingly biting down on the skin there. He continues to kiss down along your shoulder, sliding your bra strap down as he goes. You reach back and unhook your bra, sitting up to slide it off and pulling Hongjoong up with you. His hand comes up to cup your breast and his thumb swipes against your nipple, sending another shiver down your spine. The bulge growing in his pants is pushing against your core and your body instinctively grinds down against him.

“Fuck, baby.” His head falls into your neck. “Are we really doing this?”

“As long as you’re ready and want to, then I’m absolutely ready and want to.” You tangle your fingers in his hair, and he nods against your neck. His lips resume kissing down your body and he soon takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardening bud. You whimper and arch your back, tightening your grip on his faded red locks. Hongjoong moans against your nipple and the sensation only further dampens your already soaking pussy.

Your hips continue to grind down against his and both of you are moaning incessantly and his hands are digging into your hips, helping to rock them back and forth. All of the sudden, you’re being flipped over onto your back and Hongjoong is leaning over you, his dark eyes taking in your body. His lips meet yours in a hard kiss, all tongue and teeth clashing. It’s like a switch had been flipped in him, turning on this lustful and sexy side of him that you’ve never seen before. Hongjoong is rocking his hips into yours and your hips buck up to meet them in an involuntary response. Every time his hard member pushes against your core, you let out a moan. He’s mumbling obscenities against your lips and you’re starting to feel like there’s still way too much clothing between the two of you. Your hands travel down to the sweatpants sitting low on Hongjoong’s hips. After dancing around the hem for a moment, you slowly begin to push them down. He happily obliges and lift his hips to make them easier to slide off. He then returns to favor, undoing the buttons on your skirt. He looks at you for confirmation and you bite your lip and nod, lifting your hips to help him.

As he slides your skirt down your legs, his eyes rake down your body and he bites his lip as he takes in your (thankfully matching and cute) bra and panties. His hands slide up your thighs and sides, coming up to knead your breasts and your eyes fall shut to the pleasure. One of his hands travels down your body before gently coming to cup your wet, panty-clad sex. He smirks against your lips when he feels the damn spot seeping through and you gasp as he presses down, applying pressure to your clit.

“Fuck, Joong –“ Your words are cut off as another whimper falls from your mouth. Hongjoong looks at you for confirmation once again as he begins to slide your panties down your legs. You nod eagerly and they’re gone in a flash, joining the growing pile of clothing on your bedroom floor. He sits back on his legs and takes your body in completely. His eyes devour you and you fight the instinct to cover up and instead let your confidence bubble to the surface, grabbing his hand and bringing it back to your now exposed sex.

“Please.” You whimper. Hongjoong wastes no time sliding his fingers up and down your wet slit, stopping every so often to circle and pinch your clit. Slowly, he begins to slide one of his fingers into you and your hands desperately grip at the sheets. He pumps his finger in and out slowly, twisting and curling it around; each movement brushing at your most sensitive spot. You gasp every time his finger brushes it and his name falls from your mouth in a heated moan. After a while, he adds a second finger and he begins to pump faster, leaning down to attach his mouth to your clit. You cry out as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive nub, sucking on it before dragging his tongue up and down your folds. Your body begins to tremble as the heat sitting in your stomach builds with every thrust of his fingers and swipe of his tongue. Hongjoong quickens the pace of his fingers, sitting back to watch to fall apart under his touch. Your head is thrown back and your hips buck wildly as the heat finally spills over and you reach your climax. Hongjoong’s lips meet yours in a searing kiss which softens as you ride out the waves of your orgasm.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” He whispers against your lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him hard, trying to convey everything you’re feeling in the moment. The feelings of love and lust and trust and attraction that have all led to this moment are conveyed to him in the way you move your lips against his. Needy and soft and sensual all at the same time.

The bulge in Hongjoong’s pants is pressing into your thigh and you feel bad that haven’t reciprocated anything he’s done for you yet tonight. So your hand makes it way down his body and you love the feeling of his muscles tensing under your touch. You brush over his bulge and he hisses at the faint contact. When you finally full on palm him, his head falls in your neck and profanities fall from his lips. It doesn’t take long for you to slide your hand under the waistband of his briefs, taking a moment to rub his hard member before pushing his underwear down past his hips. The moan the falls from his mouth when you take him in your hand has wetness pooling in your pussy again and you’re all but moaning with him. You slowly begin to pump up and down his shaft, using the precum that’s gathered as an impromptu lubricant. You speed up your movements and Hongjoong falls apart at the seams, his body trembling and his face buried in your neck, biting down on the skin there.

“Fuck, Y/N, please.” He manages to get out. “I need to be inside you. Please.”

You nod in agreement and Hongjoong quickly leans over to rummage through his backpack, sheepishly pulling out an unopened pack of condoms. You giggle at how shy he gets over the fact the he was prepared for this all along. Your body tenses as he opens the condom package and rolls it on. You’ve been wanting this with him for so long and now it’s finally here. All you can think about is how much you love the man sitting above you and the way he makes you feel, and you want to have moments like this with him for the rest of your life.

For the first time tonight, Hongjoong’s movements become hesitant. The two of you are finally about to breach this new, unexplored territory in your relationship and you can see that he’s nervous. You slide your hands up his arms and pull him down to you for a reassuring kiss.

“I love you, Joong.” You say softly. “So much.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiles at you and presses one more kiss to your lips before lining himself up at your entrance. He runs a finger up and down your slit, making sure you’re wet enough, and he looks to you to make sure you’re ready. You give him another nod and he’s slowly pushing into you; hesitant and reveling in the feeling of your walls around him. You let out a moan at the feeling of him inside you, slowly filling you up as he pushes into you inch by inch. Your find each other’s hands and you lace your fingers together, squeezing his hand tightly as he finally bottoms out. He sits still for a moment, waiting for you to adjust to him. After you nod to let him know you’re ready, he slowly pulls out and pushes back into you, letting out a moan as he slightly increases the pace of his thrusts. His movements are rhythmic and steady at first, but his pace continues to increase and soon he’s pounding into you. Your hands are tugging at his hair, and you pull him down to you, kissing him hard and fast as you both moan into each other’s mouths. The familiar heat is building up in your stomach again and your hips buck up to match Hongjoong’s thrusts. He’s pounding into you hard and fast when all the sudden, he slows to a stop.

You pull your head from where it was buried in his neck and give him a look of confusion. He simply smirks before wrapping your arms around his neck and sitting up, pulling you with him. He turns the two of you around and leans back against the headboard, leaving you straddling him, his hard cock still twitching inside you. He lifts an eyebrow and gives you a pointed look, the cocky smirk still sitting on his face. He wants you to do the work now. You’re a bit taken aback by his confidence but, never one to say to a challenge, you oblige. You steady yourself by bracing your hands on his shoulders and slowly begin rocking yourself back and forth on his cock. The new position has him hitting new angles inside of you and the rocking of your hips creates friction against your clit. You immediately throw your head back in pleasure and Hongjoong wastes no time in taking one of your nipples into his mouth, teasing at the hard bud with his tongue and teeth.

However, once you start bouncing on his cock, Hongjoong becomes a bumbling, moaning mess. His hands grip your hips as you slowly lift yourself off him, only to drop yourself back on to his cock, hard and fast. You’re riding him hard and you can feel your orgasm closing in on you with the heat continually building in your stomach and your pussy repeatedly clenching around Hongjoong. The erratic movement of his hips tells you that he’s close too and he begins to buck up into you, meeting you halfway with his own needy thrusts. Your names fall from each other’s lips and soon, your second orgasm of the night washes over you. Hongjoong continues to thrust into you, riding out the waves of your climax and chasing his own. You let him fuck up into you and bring your lips close to his ear, playfully biting on his earlobe as your fingers tangle in his hair.

“Please cum for me, Joong.” You whimper. And it’s enough to send him over edge. Obscenities fall from his mouth as his climax releases into the condom, and after he rides out the final wave, his head falls to your chest and his body goes limp. You wrap your arms around him tightly and run a reassuring hand through his hair, the both of you quiet until you muster up enough energy to go clean yourselves up.

Later on, you’re curled up in bed together and your head is resting on his chest, the same way the two of you had started out your night. You smile to yourself and you can’t help but think that this was definitely worth the wait.

#ateez smut #hongjoong smut #ateez fanfic #atzwriters #ateez #ateez drabble #mine

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thelasthomelyurl · 5 years ago

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the invention of vice

Not posting this on AO3 because it’s not really a full story, but it got excised from not one but two other fics, so I figured I’m probably unlikely to ever complete it, and I thought some of it was worth sharing. fandom: good omens pairing: technically a gen fic, but it’s all about aziraphale and crowley word count: 2k-ish rating: PG

(thanks to @curlycrowley for admirable beta services, including supporting me when I chose to cut this from an upcoming fic)

4004 BC

The first winter was well underway and Aziraphale found that he didn’t much care for it. The nights were long and uncomfortable, and he had no real occupation to distract him. Life was abundant—everything had left the Garden and multiplied as if the Earth had been around for thousands of years—but it needed very little input from Aziraphale. He didn’t even have a Tree to guard.

It was still more interesting than Heaven, though, so without orders to the contrary, down on Earth he stayed.

Adam and Eve had left the valley near Eden and he had followed them, kept an eye and an occasional miracle on them from a safe distance. When they had started to make a home, he had removed himself to the mountains to keep watch. The air was biting and bitterly cold; he kept a fire, which ate no wood, burning at all times to keep the frigid winter out of the stone of his cave.

There was not a great deal to do except to commune with an unresponsive God and fret about the future. Aziraphale was particularly good at the latter. He could have slept, as he knew the humans often did, but when he tried it, he found that he did not grasp the appeal. So he mostly fretted, and pondered which miracles he could provide to Adam and Eve, and wished it weren’t quite so quiet down on Earth. The last being he’d spoken to had been that demon at the wall—and once the rain had let up, even he’d made himself scarce.

One sleepless night, he heard something moving in the darkness. He had frequent visitors: bears too lazy to hunt, lynxes or panthers looking to dry out their coats from the frequent drizzling rain and slush, and one very persistent gazelle who had brought her injured young one to him for healing and now showed up every few nights, normally with a dead branch or some other gift. But it was none of these that appeared in the firelight moments later: it was the thoroughly bedraggled form of the demon from the Garden.

Aziraphale sat up straight in surprise.

“Crawly?”

“Oh, hullo Aziraphale,” Crawly said, barely looking up at Aziraphale as he slumped into the cave. Even his voice sounded bent over with weariness. “Budge up and make room at the fire.”

Dumbfounded, Aziraphale did as he was bid, not even pausing to consider the fact that there was, in fact, a great deal of room at the fire already. Crawly plunked down close to him in a sodden heap of sharp-jointed limbs and huddled as close to the fire as he could. After a moment, Aziraphale’s wits returned to him; he squeezed Crawly’s shoulder with a tentative hand, and the demon was instantly dry.

“Eh?” said Crawly, looking at his own clothing in bemusement as if the thought of a miracle hadn’t occurred to him.

Aziraphale belatedly let go of his shoulder and shook his hand.

“I’ve worked hard to keep this cave pleasant,” he explained. “Wouldn’t do to have puddles.”

“Right,” Crawly said.

They sat in silence for long moments while Crawly continued to soak in the heat of the fire. Aziraphale watched him, perplexed. What on Earth—he paused a moment to appreciate the phrase he’d just invented—was the demon doing here? Walking in like he did this every day? He was no longer soaked through, but he seemed weary, and he listed towards Aziraphale as he sat, like he might fall over and asleep at any moment.

“Don’t like this sleet stuff,” Crawly said after a while, gesturing to all the weather going on outside of the cave. “Like snow even less. You seen it?”

“No.”

“Ugh, it’s awful. Cold and clingy, gets in your eyelashes.”

That did sound mightily unpleasant, but Aziraphale found his thoughts lingering on the image the words painted: of Crawly, cheeks bright in the cold and long hair garlanded with wispy white flakes. It was a far cry from the huddled demon beside him.

“You’re just...hanging around?” Crawly asked when Aziraphale made no response.

“Keeping an eye on things, yes.”

“Seems boring.”

“Warm, though,” Aziraphale said, and Crawly looked up whip-fast, incredulous, and then laughed, and the sound of it please Aziraphale right down to his toes.

Crawly recovered his composure and spoke again. “Spent any time with the humans?”

“No, I don’t think I’m meant to interfere. What’ve you been up to?”

“Traveled around a bit,” Crawly said casually. “Seeing the place. Bloody dull without more people, though.”

“They’re, er, working on it,” Aziraphale said.

“Delightful,” Crawly said. Then he nodded at one corner of the cave, not too far from the fire. “You use that for much?”

“Hmm? No.”

“Great.” Crawly stood and walked over to it. Without another word, he laid down and closed his eyes. Before long, his body had relaxed and his breathing had slowed. He was, to all appearances, asleep.

“Huh,” said Aziraphale. He watched him a little while to see if this was some sort of joke or ruse, but no—the demon only slept, his features gentle, the pinched weariness gone. The firelight danced on his ember-red hair.

Aziraphale urged the fire to be a little warmer and turned away.

*** *** ***

The next morning was bright and clear, although it was still much too cold to be deemed pleasant. Aziraphale was out and about with the sun, walking down to the valley and bestowing a quick blessing on some of the crops Eve had put in, to make them hardy enough to last through the cold and bountiful come springtime.

When he returned to his cave, he found Crawly awake—which was surprising enough all on its own, since he’d assumed the demon would scurry off after getting his rest. But no, not only was there a still demon in his cave, there was also a mountainous heap of pillows and cushions, on which Crawly was lounging in what appeared to be utter comfort.

“I beg your pardon?” Aziraphale demanded.

Crawly waved a lazy hand. “No need,” he said, not opening his eyes. He was in an undignified sprawl, legs akimbo.

“Where did these come from?”

“Byzantium,” Crawly said. “About four thousand years from now. Not sure how I did that. Not sure what Byzantium is, if I’m honest.”

“You, what, stole them?”

“Probably,” Crawly said, sounding tremendously unconcerned.

“And what precisely do you think you’re doing in my home with them?”

“Inventing cardinal vices. Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Cardinal vice. Sounds important. This one—” he gestured grandly at himself and the pillows “—is Sloth.”

“Not larceny?” Aziraphale asked archly.

“No, I don’t think that one’s very grand,” Crawly replied, unbothered by Aziraphale’s tone. “Saving it for the really neat ones. Just got to think of them first.”

A moment passed.

“Can’t give this one to the humans too early, I suppose,” Crawly said thoughtfully. “It’d be a shame if they died out because everyone realized it’s way more fun to sit around than go out and...reap, or whatever it is they’ll need to do with their crops.”

Aziraphale rolled his eyes, the effect of which was rather lost as Crawly had resolutely kept his eyes closed and his posture utterly relaxed for the whole conversation.

One could only stand around being ignored for so long, even if one was an angel; eventually Aziraphale gave up and went on with his day.

In fact, he went on with his next several days, until those days stretched out into a few weeks. Every time he looked in the corner, the demon was still there. Crawly would occasionally talk to him, but as far as Aziraphale could tell, he never once got up—it was quite possible he never even opened his eyes.

“Wanna try it?” Crawly asked one day, a little more than three weeks since deciding to take up residence in Aziraphale’s cave.

“Try what?”

“Lounging.” The demon rolled over from where he’d been facing the wall and stretched slowly, making a great show of it.

“Thank you, no.”

“Come on,” wheedled Crawly. He was actually looking at Aziraphale for the first time since the night of his arrival.

“No.”

“It’s nice! All that sitting around on the stone can’t be comfortable.”

“No.”

“Is it because I said it was a vice? Giving it a try isn’t a sin, you know—you’re far too industrious to actually give into sloth. I don’t know how you’ve managed to make busywork, but you have.”

Aziraphale rolled his eyes and didn’t respond.

“Look—” Crawly sat up a little and pointed to a brand-new pile of cushions that extended the heap “—I got these special, just for you.”

“Oh, very well,” Aziraphale said at last. He walked over.

The new pillows disappeared.

“Too bad,” Crawly said.

“I--what?”

“How are you feeling?” Crawly’s tone had turned clinical. He looked at Aziraphale with open curiosity.

“What?”

“How are you feeling?” the demon repeated. “I’ve spent the last couple days thinking up Envy. Wanted to see if it works.” He lounged aggressively, wiggling down into the pile of pillows as if to show off.

“I don’t think that counts,” Aziraphale said. “Offering a person a thing and then taking it from them isn’t quite the same as if they coveted the thing on their own. I’m more in the neighborhood of Disgruntlement.”

Crawly pouted a little, then shook his head. “Fair point. I’ll get the hang of it, though. Good thing we’re workshopping this.”

In an instant, Aziraphale’s hackles were up. “We are not doing anything,” he said. The very idea! It was preposterous.

He turned on his heel and left the cave. If Crawly said anything, he didn’t hear it.

By the time the sun went down that evening, Aziraphale had set himself up in a new cave, with a new fire. He hadn’t minded the demon’s company—insubstantial as it had mostly been—but implicating Aziraphale in his scheming and wickedness was several steps too far.

The night stretched on, even longer than usual, and several times, Aziraphale reminded himself that he was not watching for anyone to appear in the entrance.

*** *** ***

One lovely morning the following spring, when Aziraphale was watching the world go by from the mouth of his new cave, he saw a familiar figure walking up the mountainside. When the demon realized he was being watched, he paused a moment and waved his hand. Aziraphale marveled at the new gesture and decided to try it out himself: he waved back, and he thought he saw Crawly smile.

When Crawly reached the cave, he stopped just outside the entrance and looked in.

“Nice place,” he said. “Could use some pillows, though.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Aziraphale said, and Crawly grinned a little sheepishly.

“Not to worry. Listen, I—hang on—Am I allowed to apologize?” Crawly cocked his head and looked around as if he expected the cave to answer. Then he waved a hand in dismissal and continued. “One way to find out. I’m sorry,” he said, sounding only a little as if the word pained him, “for...whatever it was. Besmirching your good name.”

Aziraphale looked at him in surprise.

“And trying to tempt you to Envy, I guess,” Crawly added as an afterthought.

How extraordinary. The apology floated in the air for a moment. Crawly looked at Aziraphale; Aziraphale at Crawly.

“I...forgive you,” Aziraphale said once he recovered his wits.

#good omens #good omens fic #gen fic #sfw #aziraphale #crowley #my point is MY POINT IS i love them

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cosmicmoved · 5 years ago

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HEADCANON for SUMI

actually, this is a headcanon for karam too but this specific post is more sumi-centric so maybe i’ll talk about the karam end of things later. for now, though, it’s sumi’s turn bc i don’t talk about her enough (:

Okay, so I’ve decided to drag Sumi into Karam’s plotline for no reason besides that...I Wanted To but it also helps his plotline make more sense if he has a sort-of go-between character like Sumi in there somewhere. This post will explain what that means and why I’ve come to this decision! Until now, Sumi was kind of just her own character and she wasn’t really tied to any plot besides her own but I didn’t really know what to do with her beyond her backstory. I think this was definitely limiting her as a character so I’d like to use this chance to give her more direction! So, from hereon out, she’s going to be part of the Karam plotline! She’s still her own character but I like making my muses know each other bc,,,idk,...it feels like a more complete universe in my head. Anyway, with that out of the way, I’ll get on to explaining the story behind this connection! Full disclosure though, I’m sticking it under a Read More because it got kind of lengthy. I did TRY to be more succinct but maybe it’s about time I just accept that I’m not capable of that /:

First off, a lot of stuff might be setting or verse-dependent. I guess I’ve written stuff where these muses aren’t strictly based in one country and there’s always the chance of one of them moving somewhere else for the sake of a certain plotline? But the fun thing about rp is its fluidity so I’m going to try and stop getting overly concerned about details that don’t really matter too much. Sumi travels a lot. Maybe Karam tags along sometimes. Shit gets vague. It’s fine. ASDFGHGFDS......

To keep things simple, Sumi is the one who first found Karam when he wound up in the city after his forest was destroyed -- or, rather, she was the first person to try and help him. Other people had likely found/seen him but ignored him one reason or other (he would’ve been pretty dishevelled and tbh,,,probably naked bc what the fuck is he gonna wear clothes in the forest for). As I’ve said before, Sumi can tell when people aren’t human. Her senses aren’t especially strong so she can’t always place what somebody actually is, only if they’re a human or a ghost; she doesn’t have an inherently ability to sense what somebody is but, because she’s spent so much time learning to separate living humans from the spirits of the dead, she’s developed the ability to tell when somebody is neither, even if she can’t say for certain What they are. Because it’s a feat of applied knowledge and not a natural ability, mistakes happen. Now, Karam is a spirit. Not remotely human, despite his appearance. Still, long story short, Sumi mistook him for a ghost and, despite her charging humans for help with their ghostly issues, she’s often willing to help a ghost in need free of charge (because um...ghosts don’t have money). When she found Karam, he was in a state of obvious distress so she assumed he must have been a pretty new ghost, the sort who haven’t at all come to terms with the fact that they are, y’know, dead. Much to her shock, he wasn’t dead and was instead very much alive and tangible but still very much in need of help. More in need of help than she’d expected, in fact.

Sumi has always been the sisterly type so it felt natural to reach out a hand to somebody in need, mostly out of the goodness for heart and because she felt bad for him but also partly because Karam reminds her a little bit of Chulsoo, her late brother (despite being much much older, Karam looks about the age Chulsoo would be if he were still alive) with whom she is in no longer contact despite his being a ghost because he decided to use the afterlife to See The World until he was ready for Sumi to exorcise him. Yikes. That’s another story for another post. She was able to offer Karam a place to stay, a spare room in her apartment (where he’d start this new experience by staying in his room for a fortnight straight, only leaving to slink his way in and out of the bathroom), and help him make sense of a new and confusing world. First, she would offer him her brother’s old clothes to wear and then she would eventually resign herself to the reality of the situation and agree to buy Karam his own clothes, letting him pick out what he liked but also giving him tips wherever possible (financially speaking, this wasn’t her smartest move but she has a guilty pleasure in clothes shopping and the knowledge that she was doing it to help somebody else made her feel better about the whole thing).

In fact, she helped him get tidied up in general. Let him pick out a hairstyle from a pile of magazine and used her experience with hairdressing to replicate it for him. Maybe it’s because Sumi’s rather vain herself (and proud of it, mind you) but she’d fully believed a good start for Karam was to help him discover his own image and use that to regain confidence. Well...that, and the fact he’d looked an absolute state when she found him and she was of the firm belief that it was a shame for him to be wasting his pretty face on dishevelled hair and ill-fitting clothes that hung off him. But, really, Sumi sees her image as the ultimate form of self-expression. The way she styles herself is her way of telling the world who she is --- and, for someone who spends so much time with ghosts, looking as bright and lively as possible means a lot to her --- so she believed that helping Karam with that sort of thing might help him with this strange transition into a new world and come into his own. Yes, she was aware that this plan might fail and Karam might have been distinctly uninterested in his own looks but it ended up working out well. Karam is slow to warm to most very human things but he picked up on this quite quickly and was very willing to engage with it. For Karam, it was a matter of everything changing too fast and those changes being so overwhelming that making these dramatic changes over which he had full control, changes that he made himself and that weren’t forced on him, helped him to process the situation --- but I’ll talk about that in more detail another time, this is Sumi’s post.

Karam is very distrustful of humans and, although he trusts Sumi more than most on account of her having helped him so much, there’s a part of him that is paranoid it’s some kind of trick. Because of this, he tends to keep Sumi at an emotional distance. After all, despite her abilities, she’s still essentially just human and he’s been forced to regretting humans in the past (that is also another story for another time because, again, this is not Karam’s post so I won’t be going into details here). Although it’s frustrating, Sumi understands this and lets Karam keep his distance. She understands that he’s grateful regardless and she doesn’t want to cause any unnecessary discomfort. But, even besides that, their relationship is a little odd simply because they butt heads a lot. She kind of just lets him away with shit because she finds him endearing. Often, Karam won’t even stick around at her place. He’ll just disappear for days on end and resurface when he feels like it but it’s more about the choice to have somewhere he can return. Y’know, the illusion of home.

Perhaps it’s because of that initial comparison she made between him and Chulsoo or perhaps it’s because he has such a young appearance but, despite the large age gap (wherein Karam is just under 240 years older than her), Karam brings out the big sister in Sumi. Maybe this is also why Karam doesn’t like her that much LMAO...............actually, he kinds of HATES it but asdfghgfd. In the time since she’s met him, she’s seen him struggle with things; she’s seen that he does have good moments and that he’s not intentionally rude in any way so much as he just has a hard time with certain social rules. She’s grown fond of him and feels that she has to try and help him out. Again, it’s hard to say if this is because of the time she spends helping ghosts or if it’s because he ignites the part of her that feels guilty for not being able to protect Chulsoo. It could just be that she’s sincerely worried about Karam. Maybe it’s a combination of them all, Sumi can’t quite tell for herself.

#« 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃 (sᴜᴍɪ) » / 「 headcanon. 」#« 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐘 (ᴋᴀʀᴀᴍ) » / 「 headcanon. 」#like this if u read it i guess!! but no pressure ofc ASDFGH #the actual hc part of this is like 1.2k words long and i was gonna try and revise it but i can't be bothered #i UNDERSTAND if it's too long for anybody to bother reading it but i just wanted to get it out there #im gonna write a drabble abt when she finds him i think and idc if nobody reads it ASDFGHGFDS #i wanna write abt karam from another person's perspective bc writing him just from his OWN perspective doesn't really #let anybody know what kind of vibe he has ?? bc he keeps everything to himself #but also bc i love writing sumi's perspective on ppl bc she's just...she has strong feelings abt things ASDFGFDSA #anyway i just felt it was time i fleshed stuff out for sumi and i feel bad making her a supporting character in another muse's plot but #since she didn't even really have a concrete plotline on her own this is actually BETTER for her #im actually respecting sumi MORE by doing this #bc now she's actually part of smth instead of being that oc i vaguely ignore #also i like making my ocs know each other who cares #i can't be bothered rereading this to make sure it's not dumb sorry

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trashinaglass-archive · 5 years ago

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Tom comforts y/n after she reads hate comments

Request: Hi gorgeous!! :) I was wondering, could I request something where the reader has been seeing/getting hate from fans just because she’s dating Tom? And he comforts her/makes her feel better? Maybe he even posts something sweet about her too? Thank you so much if you do end up writing this!! 💕💕

A/n: This request gives me Dirty Dancing vibes bc nobody puts Baby in a corner

Idk if that’s what the scene is about, I haven’t watched the movie for real. Just seen scenes from my mom watching it. But I assume something not nice is happening to Baby for a line like that.

“She’s so ugly”

“He could do better, let’s be honest”

“Try laying off the makeup next time”

“She looks so fake”

You felt your heart sink at the comments under the post. TMZ posted a photo of you and Tom leaving a restaurant after a lunch date. Tom had warned you beforehand what it would be like dating him- paparazzi, traveling, fans. He told you that people would make rumors and say mean things and that if you saw it to not dwell on it. He warned you to stay away from the comment sections- they do more harm than good.

But you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to know what people were saying about you, good or bad. You had told yourself time and time again that you’re a good person and you treat Tom well so his fans would love you. That was far from the truth though. They despised you even though they didn’t know you. They spent so much time on each platform you were on sending you hate messages one after the other.

“Hey, love,” you heard Tom say as he walked into your apartment. You closed your laptop, putting on a smile and walking to greet him.

“Hey,” You said, hugging him. You pulled away after a second and kissed him before letting him go to come into your place. “I had some pasta left over from lunch if you want some.”

“Thanks, darling. I’m starving,” Tom replied as he headed straight for your kitchen, opening the fridge to find the box of food. “Had an eventful day?” He looked at you as he began eating.

“Not really, just been online,” you said with a shrug, not wanting to talk about it. You wanted to lie and say that you hadn’t spent the day reading all the hate comments, but you were the worst liar. You knew if he asked you wouldn’t be able to hide it.

“Anything interesting?” He coaxed you to tell him more. You looked at your phone, giving a shake of your head, not really answering. “You okay, love? You’re acting a bit weird.”

“What do you mean?” You said with a laugh, still not looking at him. You knew exactly what he meant, but you weren’t about to face the music.

“You’re never this vauge. Did you read something about you? What did it say?” His full attention was now on you. You bit your lips lightly as you tried to figure out how to deal with the situation at hand.

“Well, you know. Shit happens,” you began to pull words out of the air.

“No, y/n, tell me what you read,” Tom insisted. You took a breath before looking up, finally facing him.

“It was fangirls on an Instagram post talking about how I’m not good enough for you and just shit,” you fessed up. “It’s not a big deal.”

“No, it’s a huge deal. Why didn’t you tell me about it?” Tom asked, moving from where he stood behind the kitchen counter to stand in front of you.

“Because I knew you’d act like this, and I didn’t want to bother you,” you told him, your voice soft.

“But if something is bothering you, I want to know,” he began to explain to you. “Especially if it’s something I could fix. You need to tell me about stuff like this, love.” You nodded your head, telling Tom you understood. He reached a hand out to you and pulled you into him for a tight embrace. You rest your head against his chest and closed your eyes tightly as you felt your eyes watering slightly. “Why don’t we put on a film in the living room and just chill out on the couch?” Tom suggested.

“Yeah, that would be perfect,” you told him, your voice breaking slightly. You pulled away from him and looked at your stash of movies, picking a few that you wanted to watch. You handed them to Tom, and he began working on getting the tv set up while you went to grab some pillows and blankets. You walked back in to find the tv on the film menu and Tom laid on the couch with the remote beside him.

“Bring that ass,” he said when he saw you walk back into the room. You shook your head at his words and plopped the pile of bedding on his lap, making him let out an ‘oof’.

“Water? Beer? Wine? Liquor?” You began to list off, walking into the kitchen.

“Beer, please,” he replied. You heard him moving around, getting the blankets and stuff in place while you grabbed a beer for Tom and poured yourself a drink. Walking back into the living room, you handed Tom his beer and set yours down on the coffee table before laying on the couch with Tom as he pressed play for the movie to start.

He slouched against the arm rest with his legs spread out along the rest of the couch, and you laid your head against his chest, your hand resting on his stomach. One of your legs was out straight next to his while the other was hiked up over his thighs, one hand resting on your leg while the other rubbed your back.

You began to watch the movie but soon gave in to the comfort of your position and fell asleep. Tom looked down at your sleeping figure and began to feel bad about the hate you were reading and receiving. You were a princess- the sweetest girl he’d ever met, and you didn’t deserve the words they said about you. Trying not to wake you, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and opened it to his camera, snapping a picture of you resting on him.

“I wish you guys could feel the love and positivity y/n has to give. I’ve never felt anything more special. She is the light of my life, and I want all of you to love her just as much as I do”

Tom posted the picture and immediately put his phone down, his attention moving back to you. He placed his hand back to your thigh, rubbing his thumb gently across your skin.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “And they will too- one day.”

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader

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atopearth · 5 years ago

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Chrono Trigger Part 1 - A Colourful World of Different Ages

As someone who has played Chrono Cross but not Chrono Trigger, I’m curious to see why it’s so beloved haha, right now it just makes me think of Dragon Ball all the time (because of the character designs). But, I’m really liking the soundtrack and atmosphere though, it really has that nostalgic homey feel that I love about JRPGs in the past. Lmao at the maid in the Mayor’s house, she tells you that you can help yourself to all the treasure chests in this house as if it’s a treasure trove and there’s only two chests!! Lady, don’t get my hopes up! Umm, I went to the fair where Lucca is showcasing her new invention or something and I think I just ate the old man’s lunch!! LOL, I’m sorry old man. I might have to restart just because I feel bad eating it. Is Marle a princess btw? Anyway, lmao at the Biggs and Wedge in the horror house lolll. Ohhh I guess this is how the two games are similar? They both have a pendant that causes them to kinda be transported somewhere else? It’s really cool of Crono to chase after Marle when she disappeared though! I mean, who knows where she went! At least it’s not the fault of Lucca’s invention lol, since it worked properly when Crono was on it without the necklace haha. I assume that this is the past when there was a war going on and this Queen Leene that the people are saying have been found is probably Marle? Oh wait, 600 AD? It’s 400 years ago! HAHAHA omg the little green/blue Piccolo monster can ride on the ball monster hahahaha how cute. Anyway, as expected, we’re going to have to find the real queen, since if she dies, Marle/Princess Nadia isn’t going to exist~ Dunno why Marle keeps disappearing though! On another note, Lucca sure came here fast and found Crono in no time lol!

Damn, monster nuns?! Awww! A frog guy to the rescue!! HAHAHA Frog has a skill called slurp that licks a party member and heals their HP hahahaha. I guess the reason why Marle “disappeared” and came back was because Queen Leene’s life was in danger, so Marle’s existence was questioned. Lmao at everyone in the castle now saying that yeah Marle couldn’t have been Leene after all since she ate so much and had no manners🤣🤣 I feel sorry for Frog but I can understand why he blames himself, he was the Queen’s knight and yet she got captured by Yakra… At least he saved her! Lucca is pretty amazing to be able to make a gate key to keep the gate there for them to go back to their time. She’s not dodgy at her inventions at all! Well, I didn’t expect it to go well but I didn’t think bringing Marle back to the castle would make her father etc think Crono was a kidnapper. Well, it’s just the dodgy Chancellor mainly but still. Lmao at the trial, like I’m sorry I picked up Marle’s pendant before caring about her lmao, she was already standing dude! Yes, I’m such a terrible person LOL. Anyway, apparently helping the girl find her cat was enough to make Crono a good enough guy lol. I guess not eating grandpa’s lunch really helped my case too HAHAHA. Not that it matters since the Chancellor still wants to execute Crono! I don’t know who thought it was a good idea to let Crono keep his weapons whilst in jail though lmao. LMAO at the piece of paper detailing the weaknesses of the tank boss, “as long as no crazy lunatic starts hacking at it with a sword, it should be invincible” hahahaha. I love how Lucca always comes to save the day though, she’s so cool haha. Hahahah I love how the dragon tank explodes on the bridge and the Chancellor and mechanics are then used as the broken part of the bridge for you to cross (since they’re all holding on to their dear lives) hahaha. It was pretty reckless of them to all run and jump into a Gate though, like who knows where it goes?!

It’s kinda saddening that these people (in 1999 AD/destroyed future?) seem to be at the mercy of their own technology that they developed, especially when Doan said they were atop food storage but they can’t access it because the robots are protecting it. Imagine starving on top of a pile of food… Ohh wow, so 1999 AD the day of Lavos is when Lavos appeared from underground around the world and destroyed it all? I was so nervous about losing to Johnny in the race across the ruins but lmaoo it doesn’t even matter! It’s not that far! And I have to go back into the ruins to get a chest anyway loll. Omgg Robo is such a cutie! It was so saddening when his “friends” called him a defect (since Lucca fixed him and he’s not a normal robot following the functions of killing intruders) and thrashed him! Even I had trouble dealing with them though, way too many robots lol. Anyway, we really gotta appreciate how amazing Lucca is to be able to fix future machinery like dang. Now we have a new friend too!

Omg the End of Time? It looks pretty much like the Bend of Time in Chrono Cross, it’s kinda cool how funky these things are haha. Wow, for a second, I was wondering whether 1000 AD was actually their home world and time hahaha, it was so different, I was confused! But it seems that in the underworld or whatever that’s where the fiends are living, and they hate the humans and wished that the Magus who created the Lavos killed all the humans 400 years ago? Hmm I wonder why they didn’t kill them all back then and instead decided to kill the humans around 1999 AD? I wonder if talking to Magus or stopping him from creating the Lavos will solve things… Wow, I can’t believe the war here seems to be speeding up really fast! I wonder who is the hero? On the other hand, I never realised the Commander and chef in the castle were brothers! It’s kinda cute how they’re both rough around the edges being stubborn about how their respective teams are more exhausted etc but in the end, they understand how difficult a time it is and will always help each other out. Didn’t think the king himself nearly fought to his death though, how reckless! Lmao at spiced jerky being the rations that the soldiers needed hahahaha.

Lmao at the Freelancer monster (that looks like a bird), it legit throws rocks at you hahahaha. LMAO at the sheep looking guy that says mountains are so nice, I legit kept talking to him because I felt that there must be a reason for him to be here and lolll if you annoy him enough times he gives you a magic capsule hahahah! I nearly died when he said “you’re not gonna leave me alone huh” LOL. Well, I didn’t expect to find Masamune on a random mountain! They’re so cute separated as two little kids though, yet so ugly in their combined monster form lmaoo. Well, it was to be expected that the real hero was actually Frog, but to think he has the hilt for Masamune! I feel like he feels he’s undeserving to be the hero not just because he wasn’t able to protect the Queen properly though hmmm. Dang, Ayla gets a cool introduction! Didn’t expect her to come from 65,000,000 BC though when I first saw her in the opening. Honestly though, it felt as if Crono fell in love with her at first sight haha! Anyway, it’s kinda cool to come all the way here for the Dreamstone (to fix the Masamune), it kinda reminds me of Chrono Cross when they had to go to Another World for hydra stuff since it was extinct in their own world. Glenn huh? Anyway, didn’t expect Magus to be a good looking guy! Well, he’s a bunch of pixels but I think he’s good looking! Lol!

I can see why Frog was so adamant on not going along with Crono and them before. He was Glenn, the guy who went along with Cyrus (the Captain of the castle who everyone admired, and even the King and Queen relied on him very much and still speak about him) to defeat Magus, but in the end, Cyrus sacrificed his life to protect Glenn so he could survive and retreat, yet in the end, Magus just turned him into a frog because of the “coward” he was. Not only that, but Cyrus’ last words asked of Frog to protect the queen and them, and yet the queen was kidnapped in the beginning of the story. So you can really see why he would feel so unworthy of being the hero that will save this land. But now that the weapon Cyrus wielded has been fixed (Masamune) and there are new companions enlisting for his help, I think it’s about time Frog stopped blaming himself! It’s time to show Magus that he’s not a coward! It was pretty cool to see Frog slash a mountain in half, like dang, I guess Cyrus was right to say Frog was stronger than him, he just never had the confidence since he was always stunted by his fear. Well, Ozzie is pretty annoying with his traps lmao, kinda childish at the same time though hahaha! I guess it was expected that Magus only summoned Lavos and didn’t create them since they’re beings that have stayed under the planet(?) consuming power etc to become as strong as they are to end up destroying the world in the future.

Crono and them riding the Dactyl to the reptite castle was cool haha! I feel sad for Kino that he doesn’t get to fight alongside them though, especially since he’s aware that he’s not as strong as Crono and Ayla. Lmaooo at Nizbel complaining about Crono and them walking past him even though he was flexing his muscles and showing them that they needed to defeat him before they can get to Azala hahahah. Hmm, Lavos creates these time gates? 12,000 BC time!

For now, I’m really enjoying Chrono Trigger more than I thought I would! I’ve always averted from time travel stories because I never really found them too interesting, but I really love how the idea is implemented in this, like, it’s literally fun! Not only do you get to see how different the different eras are, but I think the monsters, the people and everything is just so detailed and interesting. Like, it’s hard to forget the NPCs and stuff because they all have such personality, like whether it be the chef and the commander in the castle, the monsters playing ball with each other, and just everyone you encounter along the journey really shows how colourful the world is and how interesting it is to explore it all. The graphics may not be the best considering how old it is, but I think they’re so cute. I kinda wish Crono actually talked or nodded and stuff a bit more, but I guess it’s okay since the rest of the characters talk haha. Honestly though, I think the charm of the game is definitely in the aspect of adventuring in time and how different everything is, yet also how enjoyable it is. And you kinda get a side dose of we need to save the world from Lavos, so it has the typical JRPG feel to it as well haha. Combat is also pretty interesting! Not too hard as well so that’s great, but I really love the dual techs where two characters cooperate to do one skill, I just love watching all the different combinations!

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