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inn-oceanid · 3 years ago

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hellooo!! ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* is it okay if i request 5WIRL (seperate) x fem reader headcanons where they get a glimpse up her skirt while she's fighting enemies with them? if you take this request, tysm!! <3333

A teensy bit of glimpse

Ft. 5WIRL.

Contains; NSFW read at your own risk. Suggestive. Not proofread. Unestablished relationship.

In the middle of fighting monsters that bothered your trials with him, you decided to fight them off rather than running away. With your swift movements, and with the wind blowing, it cause your skirt to fly up without you noticing it yourself. What do they do?

AETHER

Who gets a little caught off guard, and stops fighting for a while because of what he saw. Your underwear. This caused him to get hit by an hillichurl, but luckily it didn't took much damage, and that you were there to fend it off for him.

"Are you hurt?" You asked with a fully concerned face, His red face made you very worried. He replies that it was just a small damage, and there's no need for you to worry that much.

But what was really damaged in him was his brain. A sight to be hold? More like a sight to be held or touched. He suddenly has a growing urge to grab your ass or thighs, but controlled himself not to. Keep it for tonight, he told himself.

Kept on giving small glances at your skirt, hoping he'd get another chance to see what he saw earlier. "Let's go home." He says, but you will never know what's happening inside his mind. Like fucking you in your skirt when you go back.

HEIZOU

This man is a pervert.

But of course, when it's just the two of you. He'll finish throwing punches at the samurais first before letting his lewdness kick in. What do you say, safety first.

Who would've thought he'll be blessed this way? By you? He'll thank the archons for real.

"I might've caught a small glimpse of heaven." He smirks at you when you finally finish clearing up your side of enemies and that smirk he had confused you.

He kept on giving hints but you still wouldn't get what he was trying to point out, so he gave up and kept it to himself as his little secret for today.

"you never fail to seduce me with what you're wearing." He holds your shoulders while bitting his lower lip. Ask him about what he means, he'll gesture downwards using his eyeballs.

"let's go back, the fun awaits. Let's continue our investigation tomorrow. If you're able to walk, that is." He'd love to see how you open your legs wide open for him while your in that skirt of yours.

KAZUHA

Kazuha will be humble still.

"Dove, why don't you wear shorts under your skirt from now on?" He'll tell in a way he is certain you'll catch up quickly. And you did, which made you feel embarrassed to face him, he chuckled at you for that.

"Now, now. No need to be all shy. It's just me. Actually, it made me hope for this day to end faster. Why don't we finish your commissions quickly, so that we can head home now?"

On your way to your next commission, you noticed that he got slightly touchy, and kept a hand in your hip.

Maybe he'll fuck while you're still in your panties. He might get too excited to even bother slipping them away from your legs. He's quiet, you'll never know what he might do.

VENTI

The sight if it made him all giggling to himself for real. It made you doubt if he was in a good state, or secretly drunk.

"Brace yourself." "Let's play!" He forgot to say those lines, because of what he saw. He only had this smug smirk plastered on his face while the two fought monsters.

"Venti-, are you sure you're okay? You're acting weird." The fact that you didn't notice that your skirt was lifted up by the wind got him giggling more, and made you more concerned.

"I'm just having fun today. Are we going back now? I kind of have something important to do, with you."

"With me?" You asked. "With you." He repeated.

On your way back, he kept on blowing wind on your skirt, low-key teasing himself. To be honest, he can fuck you right now behind a tree somewhere. He just needs to see how your panties fall lose on your thighs as he pounds on you.

(idk if venti can control the wind but it gave me an idea because yk, he's the anemo archon. Bare with me. 🧑‍🦯)

XIAO

When he did that plunge thing (when he uses his burst yk?) to kill the hillichurls, the strong impact of his plunging on the ground made your skirt float. Before he could stand properly, he caught a glimpse of your panties and ass.

The pain of his karmic debt went gone, or rather felt numb because of your sight. (+ Points to you ig.)

Now he wants to grab the flesh if your soft ass until you groan out his name.

Carries you bridal style so that he can feel your skin on his forearm, on your way back to Wangshu Inn.

"We'll go back to the Inn, where else?" His reply to you when you ask him where you're heading. He said, he'll do your commissions later when you two finish. Finish what? He won't tell you.

Just get ready to get railed by him, at the rooftop at night. He won't leave any clothes on your lower body.

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abouttoplaymy-ace · 3 years ago

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🐣🐨🦔🐢🐄🐸🐧🦭

DID YOU LIKE MY COUNTDOWN!? That was fun! I had fun. That was actually more fun than I thought it would be! There were too many good posts to name. It was very fun reading all your comments and theories. Though side note: animal anon has no problem with people joining her BUT it must be animals and it must not mess with my countdown. No statues! Animal anon does animals, not statues. Side side note: can someone settle the debate of if that emoji is a hedgehog or a porcupine? Because I have no idea. Side note side note side note: sorry if you got multiple asks in a day...my system isn't perfected yet so sometimes I send two (or three) because I forgot I sent one and didn't want to accidently miss anyone (also sorry if i did miss you, still perfecting the system, no one has been animal anon blacklisted, i promise!)

Anyway, GUESS WHAT TODAY IS!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 It's been one year since I started animal anon! How exciting is that?! Phew, what a year we've had together! I mean what better way to start this second year than some chaos since that's how animal anon started to begin with! I will admit, it was slightly stressful coming up with something to meet the occasion of this event. I hope the countdown and this post live up to it. No, I'm not going to reveal myself just yet.. maybe that will be for year 2...😏😏. BUT I will give you some fun facts about me! So let's see; first, I'm from the Midwest (so not Canadian, but close so I do have a slight accent), but I currently live in the TriState area. Second, I am a MASSIVE theater nerd. No, seriously I have been to 21 shows since Broadway reopened in September and I'm actually going to my 22nd tonight. I don't know if this makes that fact better or worse, but I've really only been to about 12 different show because out of those 22, 10 of those are one specific show. Third, I am fluent in German and English. Though, I suck at writing in German, I never learned how to, so don't ask me to do that please. Fourth, my favorite color is red, so you can guess my favorite Taylor album (and coincidently also the show I've been to see 10 times on Broadway...). Fifth, I love to talk A LOT if you couldn't tell by the essays I send yall. And lastly, I can also confirm I am not Taylor...but I will say that I do share something very important with her... tell me your guesses down below as to what very important thing you think Taylor and I have in common, and I'll send some extra animals to whomever I see gets it right first!

So contuining on with my dissertation here, this week I have been trying to figure out a prompt to live up to this occasion. As I already mentioned, my system isn't perfect! And I've been thinking a lot about community lately and how that's been lacking for so many because of Covid. So what I want yall to do is if you get this dissertation of mine, please send a message, post, anon, whatever you want to at least 1 other blog (though you can do more), telling them something you like about them and giving them an animal emoji! That way we can keep spreading the love all day long to as many as possible! 🥰

As always, you are all brilliant, kind, worthy, beautiful and as this past week has shown, hilarious and unique human beings. No seriously, some of your posts had me kneeling over in laughter. If you would so like, you can tag #animalanon so I and everyone can read all your lovely posts! IM STARTING EARLY TODAY SO WE CAN PARTY ALL DAY LONG BECAUSE I LOVE YALL SO MUCH 🎊 🦥🦁🐯

Omg happy anniversary animal anon!!! 🎉 We all love you so much <3333 The chaos was 10/10 thank you for the entertainment you’re an icon!!

It’s so nice to hear more about you!! I am also from the Midwest not too far from Canada! Maybe I know you 👀 I ALSO love theatre but wouldn’t consider myself an expert by any means but you sound like you’re living the dream 🤩 and I also also love Red! I go back and forth on if it’s my favorite or rep (tho Red TV I think pushed it to #1 ❤️) So we have a lot in common!!

I’m going to guess what you have in common with Taylor issss… you have 3 cats?? 🐱

I love your idea for spreading the love! Bringing the light to the fandom, as always! I hope you have a wonderful anniversary!!! 🐳🦚🐇🦒🐘🐬🦉🦄🐝🦕🐙

#animal anon #asks

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magpiefngrl · 5 years ago

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Hi. Im sorry you are hurting. Im feeling a similar way myself currently and it sucks. If you're up to it im really in the mood for a drarry soulmate AU. Maybe a red string of fate? No pressure tho. Hope you feel better.

Hello!

Thank you for your wishes <3333 I’m better, thank you: writing fun drarry ficlets helped. It gave me a lot of joy to write this one, and I hope you like it!

Eighth year, 1.3k, Mature, unbeated.

*****

When Blaise offered Draco a potion that would make him discover his soulmate, Draco only drank it to humour him.

‘There’s no such thing as soulmates,’ he said, twirling the blue vial. The potion inside gave off a strong smell of iodine. He wondered if it was a harmless Muggle medicine or an illegal hallucinogenic drug—both real possibilities where Blaise was concerned.

Blaise was leaning against the frame of his bed. ‘There is. That’s how I learned that Padma is the love of my life.’

Draco scoffed. ‘It’s all right to say you’re smitten, you know. You don’t have to justify it with metaphysical mumbo-jumbo.’

Blaise’s eyes flashed. ‘Just drink it and you’ll see it.’

Draco couldn’t be arsed to argue; he drank it. ‘And now what?’ He deposited the vial on his bedside table.

‘Now fate will contrive that you meet them, and when you see your soulmate, they’ll glow.’

‘You mean my soulmate is at Hogwarts? Out of the entire world? How ridiculous! What if my soulmate is a Brazilian underwear model?’

‘Well then your Brazilian underwear model will somehow, through mysterious circumstances, find himself at Hogwarts tonight.’

‘What a load of bull,’ Draco said and gathered his school bag. ‘Come on. We have Intelligent Plants at Greenhouse Six. Hey, maybe a plant is my soulmate? I could swear my ficus winked at me the other day.’

Blaise didn’t look impressed or amused. ‘You’re mocking now, but you’ll eat your words.’

He followed Blaise out of their dorm, his chest heavy. He didn’t want to tell Blaise the real reason he didn’t want to know about soulmates. It’d be so disheartening to be in love, desperately yearning for a person, and then to get confirmation that he wasn’t the One. That someone else was, someone that perhaps you hadn’t met yet. Even if it was better in the long run, Draco didn’t want the pain of disillusionment. He didn’t want to know the right bloke for him when his heart ached for the wrong one.

Because there was no way that Potter was his soulmate. They’d barely had a conversation these days that wasn’t fraught with tension, weird looks and awkwardness. Potter—who, in former years, had been capable of returning Draco’s jibes with sharp wit—was tongue-tied around him. Avoided looking at Draco even.

It hurt. Potter’s distance hurt, and Draco had no idea how to bridge it. He distracted himself by thinking about their next class when he froze a few metres from the greenhouses. He’d forgotten to bring the ingredients Professor Sprout had asked them to for this lesson. Curse Blaise and his stupid potions!

‘I need to go back,’ he told Blaise and strode back to the castle without another word. He crossed the Entrance, silent and empty now, and was about to head to the dungeons when he saw the school’s psych-healer walk his way. Oh no.

Luckily, she hadn’t seen him, her attention on her folder, and Draco glanced around him in panic and dashed inside a broom cupboard. He shut the door firmly and leaned his forehead on it, trying to listen to her footsteps fading away.

‘What are you doing here?’ said a voice behind him.

Draco froze. Honestly, this day couldn’t get any worse.

He turned around. A weird glow hovered in a corner, which illuminated the silhouette of Potter’s head. Draco’s heart—the traitor—thumped giddily. He swallowed. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I…er…. was looking for something.’

‘So am I,’ Draco hurried to say.

Murmurs came from outside. Draco pressed his ear to the door and groaned. Dr Bells had stopped right outside their door and was talking to someone—McGonagall probably.

‘You look like you’re hiding,’ Potter said.

‘So do you,’ Draco replied.

‘Maybe I am.’

Draco’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see Potter a little more clearly, shrouded in that golden haze. ‘What’s that around your head?’

Potter glanced above him. ‘What thing?’

‘That— oh dear Merlin!’ Blaise’s words shot through Draco’s brain like a lance: your soulmate will glow.

‘Are you all right?’

‘Yes, yes,’ Draco answered quickly, his heart hammering in his chest. Was Potter…? Was it possible? Draco’s breath came shallow, his lungs straining for air. They strained harder when Potter left his corner and leaned on the door beside Draco. He put his ear on the door, then glanced at Draco with a half-smile.

‘Hiding from Dr Bells?’

In his confusion it didn’t occur to Draco to lie. ‘Yes. She keeps asking me to go see her and talk to her.’ He mimicked the counsellor’s voice. ‘ “How about a chat, Draco? I haven’t seen you in my office yet. How about you tell me about your worst nightmares and biggest shames and—”.’ Draco bit his lip. He hadn’t intended to say all of that and waited for mockery or laughter.

But Potter looked serious. He still leaned beside him, his face turned towards Draco. ‘I’m hiding from McGonagall. Same—well, similar reason. She wants me to make plans about the future, decide on my next few steps, and—’

He didn’t finish his sentence and Draco didn’t hurry to fill the silence. They stared at each other in the dim golden glow. ‘I can’t stand people being understanding,’ Draco confessed. ‘Helpful. Kind.’

‘It’s pity,’ Potter said. ‘It infuriates me. People checking in on me all the time.’

Draco was distantly aware that, outside, the conversation had ended, and he could leave. He remained where he was, breathing quietly, side by side with Potter. ‘All you want is to be left alone,’ he whispered.

‘Yes,’ Potter said, voice equally low. Then, he lowered his face but glanced up at Draco through his lashes. ‘Well, maybe not all alone.’

Draco swallowed. He kept his eyes on Potter’s, desperately trying to keep his knees from collapsing. His voice rasped only a little. ‘You want someone by your side.’ Potter nodded. Draco continued, ‘Someone who’s not kind, though.’

‘No,’ Potter said, coming closer. ‘Not kind, not understanding, not helpful.’ He’d stopped an inch from Draco’s lips, his breath hot. ‘I want someone who’s fierce. And clever. And a bit rude. And—’ he stroked Draco’s cheek. ‘Resilient.’

The word loosened something inside Draco’s chest, and he propelled himself forward. His mouth fell on Potter’s, his hands pulling him close. Potter kissed him back enthusiastically, making small, painful sounds, as if it hurt. And perhaps it did hurt: to be granted this joy. Draco found himself pressed against the door, Potter’s thigh between his legs and Potter’s hot hands under Draco’s shirt. He kissed him breathlessly, relentlessly, savagely, while a voice inside his head rang with joy: soulmates!

Late that evening, Draco lounged on his bed, his skin flushing at the memory of Potter—Harry, sweet Harry—kissing him and stroking him and gasping in his ear. He looked up to see a disgruntled Blaise enter the room.

‘What’s up?’

‘Daphne’s sister, that annoying Sixth-Year, got a hold of the potion, tested it and said it was a tiny strain of Felix Felicis with some other shit which would make someone’s pupils dilate when they saw the person they had a crush on? I didn’t understand it, but—’

‘You wanted it to be soulmates.’

Blaise sat heavily on his bed and held his head with his hands. Almost inaudibly, he said, ‘If we’re not soulmates, Padma might fall out of love with me.’

Draco sat up. ‘Well, then you’ve got to treat her right, don’t you? But if it helps, I did meet someone today. Under unexpected circumstances. Perhaps there is something in that potion; something that hints at fated love.’

Blaise cast a sideways glance. ‘Your Brazilian underwear model?’

Draco leaned back on his pillow with a smile and a half-hard cock. ‘Someone better.’

***

Please note that it’s my fervent belief that therapy is a godsend and that finding the right therapist can be life-changing for everyone. I’d urge everyone who can afford it to seek some therapy, esp during difficult times. The attitude of these two idiots in the fic isn’t an example to emulate. (although it’s, unfortunately, quite realistic.)

#drarry #drarry fics #my stories #not on ao3

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daddy-ul · 3 years ago

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FixXXxer: now you know why... it shouldn't happen again.

... would be the title if i were a youtuber in need of views. seeing that i absolutely am not and i am posting this on tumblr, i will do the socialmedia appropriate thing for this platform and put

MY NOTES ABT THE XL ANNIVERSARY FIRST NIGHT

under the cut

(dont worry, i'm not gonna bash over metallica fdkjfsd i liked this birthday party, i just like to ponder over the manner of things)

First of all, no this isnt a bashing of the night, it's not a negative review or something like that, but there will be Thoughts(TM) and not only keysmashing fjdsfsjfsk

-Nope, this is not the XXX anniversary and I kinda gathered that way back so I did not pump my hopes up and I schooled my mind not to think abt 'how will they beat the madness of the xxx anniversary 4 nights batshit metal extravaganza?'. They dont have to... and they didnt!

-I am always, ALWAYS the kind of person who arrives painfully early BUT NOT TODAY! I went to bed at 2.30 am and I forgot to put an alarm, but my brain woke up screaming at 6.25 and I quickly got on the stream, so I lost the first 3 songs (but at the end of the stream i was quick enough to rewind it and see what i slept through)

how they reacted to Jason when he came on screen <333 like, i heard the enthusiasm in the crowd --and that was my only moment of weakness bc i hoped that he would come on stage, but then orion came in and i was 'oh ok, so tonight is Cliff's song and tomorrow Jason's song'... gotta say that i am such an optimistic person that i STILL HOPE fjdfhsjfhsd but i am fine whatever will happen.

K and J exchanging that big happy smile during Orion <3333

ppppp-please camerappl, could you... maybe? maybe. film Rob's--the bass yknow-- during the bass' shredding moments? (they did.. but for just one moment and i was like. sob)

"we were created to do this" James Hetfield. (funny that my italian poor keyboard corrected this into "we were created to-do list" hhdshf)

ohhhhhh! i like the lil papa H crest on that white explorer. v cool design, i dont remember noticing it b4, but i am not a 'jamyz primary oriented person', so i dont have all his guitars memorized fhdjhfsk dear mutuals, feel free to correct me

really i would love to talk to ppl in the audience bc... looking it from home... like, the audience feels so calm? no one is going crazy?? there were already some absolute BANGERS and i expect the ppl there to be BIG tallica fans, not casual ones, so even more energetic?? but maybe it was only an impression that i gathered by the cameras bc...

it was not filmed in a truly metallica fashion. Listen, listen: I may sound nerdy and fussy (which i am), but truly!!! Everyone agrees that what makes metallica concerts METALLICA BANGER CONCERTS is especially the audience! the ppl!!! and the dynamic between the ppl on stage and the ppl off the stage. Here on this stream they didnt absolutely show that except for... sad but true and like just 2 other songs :/// to me it kinda made the show somewhat less engaging and energetic.

One was a bit less explosive than usual, like, you know that most of the time it's fuken WARTIME SLAPPING YOUR EARS, BOOM MFUCKER! And maybe it's my headphones' faults but it felt like 'pew pew' and then the song

on that note, at one point during One, Rob made this HELLUVA back vocal that 👌👌👌 straight A, man

"I'm starting to like that song. It grows on you" -jhet, with his usual brand of humor, proceeding to fake not knowing the date of the song, saying numbers (thank your gods that Lars didnt have a mic, you know how he gets abt numbers hfjdshfjks)

"You having fun? Knock it off."

THE BEGINNING OF SAD BUT TRUE. DUDERZZZZZZ. FUCKKKK. THAT SONG MANNNN. Such a good sound, and the ENERGY

in that moment I noticed rob's baseball cap and I started to yearn for it.

really.... the audience feels so fucking quiet... and i dont believe for a second that it's bc they are quiet. Like, there isnt some mics pointed in their directions??? i wanna hearrrr. but at least finally they are filming them!

James' voice feels good! He is singing well, but to my eyes he seems less 'theatric' than usual? in the use of his voice? you know that usually he does all those tricks, little voices etc, idk how to call them in eng sorry dfhjfhdksj but yknow what i mean!

now that i think abt it, Lars feels less theatrical (in his movements) too. But that is probably bc they give him him less 'screen time' than what I am used to, and most is from his shoulder angle fjsfhk bc if you look when he is in the background he is doing his usual faces and routines fhsdjfsk so... a victory for those who cant stand Lars wiggling drumming and tongue! hjdfhskjfhks cheers for you! (i swear i am not sarcastic, i know that some ppl find it irritating so, this is for you fellas)

i laughed out loud bc there is nothing funnier and more talliconcert than Kirk and Rob on screen singing intensely in their mics and... absolutely no sound coming out fhjsdhfjsk like, plz, someone turn up their mics fjdfkjf rest in pasta. i am sure they where banger back vocals

LOAD!!!!! FUCK YEAH. KING NOTHINGGGGGG

wait, why isnt everyone losing their shit???? ppl?????? i know that load isnt the fan favourite but cmon!! it's a rare song to get live!

see? that's what i meant with 'less theatric': the whole piece in King Nothing abt the star --i love those lines-- they were sang 'normal', he didnt do his evil voice. Uh.

but i loved it when at the end he did the 'absoluteleeeeeey nothing'

OHHH THIS VIDEO EDIT. KRK. 'IT'S ALL CARE' ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ MR. HAMMETT SIR. I LOVE U.

CAZZO FIXXXER ANZI FIXXXXER LA MADONNA <<< in italian bc only my first language chan explain the chain of emotions that went through me that moment

here is the point that made me think abt the clickbait title: from MY pov, it sounded like James was struggling to sing this song, he ate basically every first word of every line, and the moment I realized this my mind went back to my first tallica concert, it was winter and it was in the middle of the european tour. Basically, his voice wasn't 100% even tho he sang pretty good but towards the end was struggling a bit. And the things about italians... we can be LOUD, so we were singing, screaming and at the end of the song James said "thank you, you helped me, you help a lot". And... that's what I thought in that moment, in my bed, xxxx km away from that show. I thought, dont worry James, we got you, if you cant, we'll sing it. we'll catch the words not coming out of you, everyone is doing this, we'll help you. we got this

why am i bringing this up? I am not trying to sell anyone the magical power of friendship metfam fhdjsfhsdkf what I wanted to go to was that... he seemed like he was doing the song but... just for doing it and not bc he enjoyed doing it. May it be bc of the lyrics, the themes, the emotional involvment that such a song requires, or just the music...so i'm super glad they did fixxxer, i'm thankful that they wanted to give this to the fans (bc, again, this totally wasn't for themselves) but let's not do this again."

first time... now you know why" yeah, and know i hope you know why for me it shouldnt be a second time (if things dont change)

THAT SAID: WHAT A FUCKING MOMENTTTTTTTT

"here comes the pins"

THE BASS 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

DUDE WITH THE WHITE SHIRT BEHIND J, YOU ARE ME, ONLY VALID DUDE RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW (he was rocking hard, singing and completely engulfed by the song.)

#(d)jinn all'opera #xl anniversary #jinn out #rambling #this is part 1 and it's more... verbose. less fanboy reactions #there are ofc fhjdsfhsk but there are some... thoughts yeah

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littlespaceporgs · 5 years ago

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Traditions and Bets

Congratulations on your milestone, my dear! May I please request “if you insist” with the queen(TM) Leia Organa-Solo? 😌

OH LOOK 2 FICS IN ONE DAY? WHAT IS THIS? I was intending on making this short... and then this happened and I got carried away? I’ve never written a Leia fic or a fem!reader and fem!main fic either, so I tried some new things today, I really hope you like it <3333 p.s. I very much ran with the headcanon that Leia is a pilot :)

Want to Request? See here.

Traditions and Bets

Prompt: #14 - “if you insist”

Word Count: 1.3k hehe I aimed for 500 words Pairing: Leia Organa/Skywalker/Solo x fem!reader Description: There are many longstanding traditions in yours and Leia’s relationship, and this is one of them.

Tags for my platonic soulmates: @milleniumvalcon @cherieboba @valkyrieofthehighfae @corellians-only

The traditions you had with Leia stretched all the way into some of the deepest memories of your childhood. For example, braiding each other’s hair. It begun when you were 5 or 6, as Alderaan nobility you had to know how to tie your hair into intricate knots. And naturally, the way to practice had been to repeatedly do and then undo your hair every day. The two buns on either side of her head had been something that she fell in love with the second you finished them. When she started gushing, you blushed, and she undid them and demanded asked you to teach her how you managed it.

Or, how about the tradition of planning how to escape together. Now that particular tradition had stemmed from party after party with boring senators. The first time you both attempted it was when you were 12, and you had very quickly been caught by Leia’s mother. Despite what the two of you were thinking, she let you both leave. Just this once. Of course, after that your plans became increasingly elaborate, and you weren’t caught while trying to leave again. You hadn’t realised it at the time, but the knack that the two of you developed for escaping would serve you well when the efforts of the rebellion stepped up.

There is one tradition, however, which had only partly stemmed from childhood fun. This one had become common once the two of you were 17 years old. The two of you were sitting in the gardens under a tree, backs against the trunk, Leia’s hair in her signature buns, and yours flowing on your shoulders. The sun was cutting through the leaves perfectly and seemed to glow off Leia’s cheeks. Just thinking of that now still brought a blush to your face. Before this occurred, you had realised your feelings for Leia, because the strange butterflies would occur every time she gave you the smile that was specifically for you, or when she wrapped an arm around you to drag you off to do force knows what.

This day only cemented it however.

“Any day now they’re going to start taking us to the rebellion meetings, you know that right?” She said, snapping you out of your thoughts. Unlike you, she was looking forward to that day, whereas you thought about it with trepidation.

“Yeah I know.” You trailed off, turning your head back to the sky. She shuffled so instead she was facing you, instead of side to side. A warm hand covered your own, and out of instinct, you turned your hand over to lock your fingers.

“What’s wrong?”

You sighed. “It just feels like our childhood is finishing, like it’s the end of an era.” You paused for a moment, “like everything is going to change.” Laughing softly, she squeezed your hand.

“Is change really the worst thing? Joining the rebellion, it could change a lot of people’s lives if we’re successful.” Noticing that your expression hadn’t yet lifted, she pulled you by the hand to your feet, and grinned widely. “Besides, not everything has to change.” Those cursed butterflies reared their heads in their stomach, and you smiled back despite yourself. Oh yeah, you’re in deep.

Breaking her gaze, she dropped down to the grass, on foot behind her, looking like she was about to take off running. You gave a questioning look and all she did was gesture towards to ground. Once you joined her, she gave an even wider grin.

“We are going to race!” You rolled your eyes and laughed, maybe this is what you needed, a small piece of your childhood back.

“Alright fine, what do you want if you win?” She mocked thinking for a second.

“If I win, you have to steal 2 extra pudding cups tonight after dinner.” You both grinned and she raised an eyebrow at you, “What about if you win?” In a surge of courage, you laughed and replied.

“If I win, you have to give me a kiss!” Uncharacteristically, Leia froze for a split second, and you saw her ears turn red. Wait. Did she have feelings for y-

“Deal!” she snapped out of it and you got ready to run.

Despite her constant kindness, in true Leia fashion she hadn’t let you win that day. In short, she never did. However, the bets between the two of you lasted for the rest of your lives, with you both betting the same things every time. This rings true, even now, as her voice rang out through the cockpit of your X-wing.

“You seriously want to bet on this!” You grinned and made another manoeuvre to dodge a blast.

“Of course, Leia! The one of us that blows up the most fighters wins!” You briefly heard her sigh as you spotted her X-wing appear next to you.

“Same bets?” Even after all these years, the butterflies hadn’t gone away either.

“Naturally. Starting,” you took a deep breath to steady yourself, “Now!”

- - - - - - - - -

By the time you made it back to the cruiser, Leia was already out of her jumpsuit, her buns re-twisted into their usual style. Your fly-aways and helmet hair had nothing on them, but that wasn’t what you were thinking about currently. She had been standing near Han, looking rather annoyed, but her face lit up when she saw you land. From where you stood, you yelled out across the hangar.

“PRINCESS! How many did you get?” She shook her head and yelled back, walking towards you.

“13! You?” Your stomach started turning, and heart started racing again, despite the danger having passed.

“17!” Instead of looking crest-fallen, she grinned, now only a few steps in front of you. “Looks like I win, Princess.” The hand that was still holding your helmet was shaking a fair bit, and the grins hadn’t wiped themselves off your faces.

“It appears you do,” Neither of you stepped any closer yet, there was only one step in it. You smiled expectantly.

“So, do I still get my prize?” She mockingly rolled her eyes, and it spread once more into a smile.

“Well, if you insist.” Her hands went to the sides of your face, and you barely had time to react before she kissed you. One hand tightly held onto your helmet, the other wrapped tightly around the back of her neck. This was… Well it was everything you thought it would be. The butterflies finally stopped, even just for a short time. Instead, you felt a bright presence all over you. It kept you warm and held you tight. Something in the air felt so light.

Even after she broke away, when you looked into each other’s eyes and smiled, that feeling didn’t go away. Instead, it made you feel even brighter, if that were at all possible. You furrowed your eyebrows, though the smile never faded.

“Leia, is that-”

She nodded. The force. Just as it had guided Leia her entire life, now she could guide you as well. You breathed out a laugh. The moment didn’t last however, as it was interrupted by a man approaching from across the hangar.

“Y’know, Princess, I got 14. Does that mean I win too?” Leia rolled her eyes and looked at you pointedly before gesturing to your helmet.

“May I?” You laughed and stepped back, offering the helmet to her.

“By all means,” you half-bowed and she nodded her thanks, before promptly spinning and lobbing the helmet at Han’s head. You laughed even harder when you heard the smack of it making contact with him, and felt a small prick of smugness when he groaned.

When Leia turned, she still had that look of triumph in her eyes. When she looked at you, that look softened once again and the relief you breathed out almost caught in your chest.

All the years of tiny traditions led to this, and if she kept looking at you like that, then maybe it might last for all the years that were still to come.

#leia x reader #leia skywalker #leia organa #star wars fanfic #han solo #pilot!leia #because why not thats why #bet #star wars #bisexual queens #i loved writing this by the way #request her more

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blndblz · 4 years ago

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Partners with Draco pt2 (hanging out)

part 1: https://blndblz.tumblr.com/post/628475757269811200/partners-with-draco

You had just finished your last class and were sitting in the Great Hall studying with your best friend Gemma when she asks what you were doing later in the day.

“Nothing really, might go for a walk in a bit.” you mention awkwardly

“A walk?... what are you 50?” she giggled

At this point you just needed to say anything to get her off the topic of your whereabouts. You knew if you said anything about Malfoy she would be so mad at you. She had reason to be though. As first years, Malfoy stole her cat and left him outside in the rain, and she’s hated him ever since.

“The weather’s nice... so I might go walk around over by the greenhouses.” you explain

“Oooo can I go with you? I heard Cedric and his friends like to hangout by the greenhouses before curfew.” she says

“No!” you snap, ugh she’s gonna know you're hiding something “I mean not today, i just want to have some time to myself.”

“Oh, okay whatever you say I guess.”

Wow she had to be so stupid not to question anything but oh well I guess it was for the better

“By the way what time is it?” you ask her. You had told Draco you’d meet him at the greenhouses at 4:00.

“It’s half past 3, why?” she said.

Shit, you still had to get ready and walk to go meet him.

“No reason. Um, I think I’m gonna go back to the dorms though, wanna get changed before I take my walk.” you said

“Okay then, I guess I’ll see you later tonight.” you mumble as you pack up your books about to head to the dorms.

On your trek back to get dressed, it suddenly hits you what’s about to happen. You start to think about what Draco is doing. You wonder if he’s putting any effort into the way he looks like you will. You wonder if he’s even going to go at all.

You get to the dorms and start to change out of your robes and into more casual clothes. You hurry yourself up and rush outside of the castles grounds. As soon as you walk outside a sharp and cold breeze hits you and you suddenly regret not bringing something to cover up with. You walk to your destination was rather fast considering you were zoned out the entire time thinking about what you were getting yourself into.

As you approach the greenhouses you see him waiting alone in the shadows. How ironic. He must have heard you coming because he jerked his head around and locks his eyes onto yours.

“Hey” he stammers

“Hey, I wasn’t completely sure you would show up.” you say with a laugh

“Are you kidding me, I’m not that cruel.” he jokes “I’m not like that trust me.”

“Not cruel?? Don’t tell me you forgot about the time you left Gemma’s poor cat in the rain!”

At this point the two of you were just joking around. Something you never even imagined would happen. Seeing him laugh made you smile so hard your cheeks hurt. His smile was so beautiful. Too bad no one really got to see it.

“Why did you ask me here Draco? I mean I’m so happy you did, but why do you, a pureblood slytherin, want to hangout with me, a half blooded gryffindor?” you were genuinely curious as to why he asked you.

“I’ve heard things about you, good things. Then when I spoke to you I just felt like I could actually talk to someone without getting judged or misunderstood. I’m sorry if it came out of nowhere but I just felt drawn to you for some weird reason.”

Woah

He heard about you?

“What have you heard?” you asked

At this point you two were standing extremely close to each other. It wasn’t awkward though. You could feel his warmth radiating onto your cold body.

“A lot if i'm being honest. Since I saw you on the train before second year started I hoped I would get a class with you, but I never did, until now I guess.” he explained

“Are you serious? I was honestly kind of scared of you with everything i’ve heard.” By now he was touching your hand and he noticed the goosebumps trailing up your arm.

“Wow, some impression I give off to them.” he chucked “ Here, take my jacket it’s freezing out here.” he says as he takes his thick jacket off his body handing it over to you.

As you slip it on, it’s hard not to notice it’s about three times your size. You instantly get hit with a faint smell of apples and firewood. As you pull it closer to you the aroma gets stronger.

“Is that better?” he asks while looking into your eyes.

“Yeah thanks so much I left my sweater back in the dorms.” you say to him as he grabs your hand. He interlocks his fingers into yours and you feel butterflies erupting in your stomach.

You look up at him as he is towering over you and your eyes keep darting from his eyes to his lips. He keeps his eyes on yours the whole time. He takes his hand off yours and onto the base of your neck, moving it up to cup your face. With one swift move he moved his lips to yours connecting them while holding your face in his warm hands. God he was such a good kisser. You felt as he was starting to pull away and grabbed his neck to bring him in as a way to make it last longer. After a few short moments, you both pull away with your eyes half closed. He opens his and you’re in complete shock

“Wow, um didn’t expect that” you say blushing

“Yeah either did I” he replies with a laugh

“Well, it's getting late and it’s almost curfew, shouldn’t we get going?”

“You’re right” he replies “I’ll walk you to your dorm.”

“Are you sure? That's pretty far from yours Draco.” you ask

“Of course, i’m not cruel, remember?”

They walk backwards anything but awkward.Yout two talk about your home life to your friends and family. As you arrive at your dorms, the both of you are careful to make sure no one is around.

“I had a really great time by the way.” he says shyly

“Me too, maybe we can go out again sometime soon? How about Hogsmeade this weekend?” you ask

“It’s a date.” he smiles

“It’s a date then.” you reply back

With that he gives you one final kiss on the cheek and then on the lips before walking away. You enter the dorms internally exploding and counting down the days until Saturday when you get to go out with him again.

Hey everyone hopefully you like this part 2. Im still debatig whether or not to make this a series or leave it at this so just lmk. Also I have school so i’ll try my best for daily uploads. Don’t forget to like and follow and request anything you’d like

luv u guys <3333

#draco #draco x reader #malfoy #harry potter #draco malfoy #ron weasley #harry potter au #draco malfoy au #hermoine granger

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violetsareblue-selfships · 6 months ago

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good morning!! <333

#hehe my second-to-last appointment today #after next week i'll be done for like three months #i already feel so much better & more energized and the doctor said that'd be even more so by december so ^-^#then... usually i just take it easy #i made decent progress yesterday on genshin so i don't have to today lol #i might write something...#it's been a week plus i have other f/os i really wanna write for #like it's been since last winter that i wrote anything for arle which is a shame #but anyways~#i hope today/tonight is kind to you!!! <3333 #morning rambles

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agirlinhell · 6 years ago

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my blog: [reaches 100+ followers]

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HOLY SHIT IT’S BEEN A BIT OVER A YEAR AND Y’ALL ARE STILL HERE?? jfc I LOVE YOU GUYS. in all seriousness, though, i met just the greatest people ever while i’ve been here and uuuuuuuugh, I LOVE interacting with each and every one of you, i love seeing you guys on my dash and I JUST AGLGGALJGAGALJGAGLAJ so thank you all so much for sticking with me through this. i probably don’t deserve it and you’re all here anyway<333

before we get real deep into this: thank you. whoever you are, if you’re reading this, i’m thanking you. for being here, for following this trash ass blog and loving this muse as much as i do. also i’m thanking you for waking up today, for drinking water and eating your food, for doing your chores, for taking a shower, brushing your teeth, for taking a nap, for getting through yet ANOTHER DAY OF THIS BITCH OF A PLANET. and even if you did none of those things — thank you. stay with us. this world needs you. all of us are unique. there’s no one like you,

thank you for existing - i love you.

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(or people i love interacting with and want to interact with/talk to even MORE &&& people that i JUST started interacting with and WANT TO KEEP GOING BC YOU’RE PERFECTION – &&&&&&& PEOPLE I HAVE PLOTTED WITH BUT I STILL OWE A STARTER / REPLY TO BC I SUCK, BUT I’M EXCITED TO RP WITH AAAAAAAA ):

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IF I FORGOT ANYONE: i am sorry. i occasionally suck. plus, it’s deadass late. but i suck. yeah. love y’all <3

now let’s do the giveaway thing!!!

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a few honorable mentions: @aesthetic-survivor-of-twd @thewalkingclementine @rascet and @twdgjames!!<3

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As for the giveaway, I offer the following prizes: one drabble, one edit/promo, five to ten icons, or an aesthetic / moodboard - the choice is entirely yours.

-None of the art unless otherwise stated that will be used in aesthetics and edits are mine.

-I will mostly be doing individuals for aesthetics/drabbles/promo’s/icons, but if you want me to have it ship related, and if i can find the right pictures for aesthetics and icons, this will be done, too.

-If a winner desires a drabble for a prize, I will write any genre you want me to, but you must tell me what exactly you want. The genre, the characters, the settings, the events, canon or alternate universe, what happens in a plot ( if there is any ), whether or not there’s a ship. Lengths and verses may vary. Oneshot, only, no multichapters.

-For aesthetics, the programs I use are ipiccy because unfortunately I don’t have nor use photoshop at the moment. You must tell me exactly what you want.

-My drabbles / aesthetics / icons DO NOT HAVE TO BE THE WALKING DEAD RELATED. I’m perfectly happy with doing prizes in relation to our muses and in other fandoms / alternate universes / crossovers.

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-Feel free to like and reblog this as many times as you want - it increases your chances.

-However, I must warn you that, due to time restrictions on my part, your prizes might possibly come in a bit slower, I apologize, but it’s the constraints that bind me to this.

-The winners have until tonight at 8:00PM EST, approximately TWELVE HOURS FROM NOW, to be exact, due to time constraints on my part, to contact me. If you do not contact me after tonight is over, you will not earn your prize and it will be given to someone else at random, just as it is with the chosen winners.

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benhaardy · 6 years ago

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fresh || b.h.

REQUEST: an imagine where the reader is friends with ben from her first year of highschool, and they stay friends through till sixth form, before they move to uni they confess their feelings for each other and it’s all fluffy and nice💖💖💖

A/N: helloooo thank you for sending me a request i hope i did this justice!! im super rusty but here goes!!!!!! i feel like a noob cause i dont really know how drama clubs function sorry but this is how the clubs i’ve been in kinda functioned during a free time period yknow? also i hope i got the school stuff right lol im aMeRiCan. yeet i would loveeeee some feedback because this is the first time ive ever written in second person so uhhh hit up my askbox! also i am basic and do not know anything about high school plays so they do romeo and juliet i apologize, yes it is basic and all quotes from it are taken OUT OF CONTEXT so uh just-just disregard romeo and juliet the play and characters and yeah whatever.

i tried my hardest to make this neutral for the reader so hair, eye colour, skin, shouldn’t be a problem though there is some playing with your hair tho lol.

Y/HT means your hometown.

had a blast writing this, thank you for sending in a request <3333. hope you like!

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: fem!reader, one or two bad words?, p fluffy and also l o l rusty writer right here. this wasn’t proofread and was beta’d halfway so apologies for any inaccuracies or typos.

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Isabel led you down the long hallway, fluorescent lights beaming down upon both of you as you walked. She looked behind at you, encouraging and cheerful as always. As you made your way to the drama room, you clenched your fists and breathed deeply. You had joined the drama club at the encouraging of Isabel, wanting to finally make more friends after a few days of being in this new school, this whole new place. Everything was different here, but maybe you could have one constant in this close group of people. You were nervous. It showed. She reassured, “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’re probably, like, the most relaxed people on this campus. You’ve got nothing to worry about, alright?”

You nodded at her, a tight smile on your lips. Hopefully, she was right. Though you’d always known drama kids to be loud and fun, you couldn’t help but shake that self-conscious feeling inside.

She opened the door for you both and let you enter before her into the room. The walls were painted black and had colourful drawings and paintings hung up on them which were student made. In the middle of the room were at least 15 people either sitting in chairs or scattered about on the ground. They were all doing their own thing. Some people were acting out scenes with each other, others were just talking amongst themselves or playing around. Two boys were in the corner kicking a football at each other while reciting A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

“Everyone? Welcome Y/N to the club!” You waved shyly at them and their exclamations at your presence. “Come over here with me,” said Isabel, who showed you over to an open seat in the middle of the room, next to a blonde boy. His face lit up at the sight of you coming to him.

“You must be the great Y/N Izzy’s always talking about!” He patted the seat next to him where you sat down. “I’m Ben.” He grinned at you, pearly whites shining. Ben adjusted his beanie and sat nonchalantly, hands in his hoodie pockets.

“Y/N,” you replied. You were still on edge but Ben seemed nice enough. You two sat for a little in silence, watching the chaos of the club in motion. Isabel had left to kick the football with the boys.

“So Y/N,” he piped up, ”tell me about yourself.” He sat forward, intent on listening to whatever you were gonna say.

“I moved here from Y/HT. I was never really into drama before now, I guess, but I used to act when I was younger. Isabel convinced me to join again ‘cause I’m still trying to find my way around here,” you replied, a small, nervous laugh following your words.

“Well, you’ll always be welcome here! I joined after I got injured and I fell in love with acting. I hope you stay.” Ben grinned at you, a glint in his eye.

Three years had passed. Three years of plays and lawless drama kids and Ben. You had grown extremely close with him, hanging out as much as possible, helping each other with your lines, and staying near each other during rehearsals and meetings. Both of you were attached at the hip. You were more at his house then you were at your own.

You had simply just fit. Snug and at home with each other. Snug enough that you had grown to have feelings for him. You prayed that it was just those normal feelings that people have for their best friends, where they were teetering dangerously over the line of romance but stayed safe, still platonic. Your prayers were not answered and you had fallen, hard, for your best friend.

It was hard to hide your feelings, hard to hide when he was so kind. Ben was willing to hold you up when you were low and willing enough to know pretty much everything about you without forgetting what you liked and what irked you. He hosted you at his house with no problem. Though you did the same, it was great knowing someone would give that same love back.

He was so affectionate and always greeted you with a grin and a kiss on the cheek. “Darling,” “love,” and “angel,” were synonymous with your name at this point. Ben invited you out to grab food, or watch a movie, or go shopping, and he always paid without fail. When you left his presence, when you looked down upon yourself, “I love you’s” from him were always, always there. Ben embraced you with open arms, in a figurative way and literally.

He was home. Simple as that.

Your friends summed it up when they said that you and Ben were like,”an old, married couple.” His warmth spread into your heart and now it felt like it was squeezing it. Squeezing it and then dropping it on the floor. Multiple times. Strange enough, you hadn’t changed much on the outside. You were still the same old Y/N around him but the second you got home, everything changed. You sat at your desk, head in hands. You were supposed to be doing homework but that was thrown out the window once you hung out with him that day, your mind taken over.

On those complicated nights, you contemplated telling Ben everything: how you planned out your words so you wouldn’t say anything stupid around him, how you sat alone with your thoughts at night just thinking, thinking about him, how his “I love you” made your heart pang with longing and fondness. You were worried everything would change. Even though you knew if you became a couple, nothing would become any different than before.

You could not take that chance. You couldn’t risk losing Ben.

You were laying down on Ben’s chest, him propped up on his backpack against the wall in the drama room. Both of you were reading from the script in your hands. His chin was on your head and you could feel him mouthing the words to his lines. He was playing with your hair mindlessly, this affection, again, extremely apparent. You turned your head to look at him and poked his cheek, to which he responded by puffing out his cheeks. Both of you laughed and resumed your routine, watching your ever chaotic drama mates be loud and rehearse, all in preparation for your last ever play before university: Romeo and Juliet.

Ben was cast as Romeo and you, Juliet. Before, you both had preferred taking side roles. You two were hidden gems, the quiet ones, but Isabel had pushed you to try to take the lead one time. Everyone was working as hard as ever to make the play special; a fourth of the club was off to uni after this year.

He put his arms around your waist, squeezed your body tight, and nuzzled his face into your shoulder as you read out loud, “O gentle Romeo, / If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.” He read his part and you both read until Juliet had to leave.

You could feel Ben’s chest go up and down as he breathed steadily. It was as if there was no one else in the room other than you two as you practiced your lines. You recited,

“And yet I wish but for the thing I have:

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite.”

Tonight was the last performance of Romeo and Juliet. It was extremely bittersweet. You could see how everyone had improved in their methods over the years and today was the last demonstration of that, the last day everyone would truly be together like this. Everyone was going to different universities, all for different reasons and majors. Romeo and Juliet was your final curtain.

Ben’s family came to you after you dressed out of your costume. They gave you flowers and sung their praises at your performance. They gave you a ride to the diner where you were to meet with the rest of the club to celebrate your successful performances.

Both of you shuffled into a booth in the corner along with the other 4 members who had their last performances sat with you. You and Ben ordered your normal stack of pancakes and fruit. He had his arm around you the entire time, switching from your shoulder to your waist every once in a while as you both conversed with the rest of your uni-bound friends. Your friend who was sitting on yours and Ben’s side left to talk with the lower classmen. Leaning against Ben, you put your feet up on the rest of the booth.

“Hand me my makeup wipes, yeah?” You asked Ben, pointing back to your bag on his side. You heard him rummaging around in your things.

“Here, love.” He gave you the wipes and you wiped off all of the heavy stage makeup, undid your hair, and shook it all out. You sat up again and looked up at him who looked as if he was watching you closely. It was only one second, though. Only one second.

Your food had come, the meal had been had, the cheerful crying at your third-to-last goodbyes to your group had ceased and now you and Ben were walking home together through the park close to your own house. The ground was wet with rain, though thankfully, it had subsided and there were no clouds lightening the night sky. The moon was full, the grass was dewy, and there was potential in the air. A spark.

As he walked alongside you, you thought of how his kiss during the play had stuck on your lips and how his hand tightly clasped in yours while you professed your love felt. Though the words of Juliet just flew through you, it all felt real, even with the period costumes and lights and stage. His lines were simply just that. Lines. Words that were written 400 years ago, in language from 400 years ago that he acted out on stage to you and you back to him. But it just felt real, much too real. You were alone with your thoughts once again, the subject of them standing just right beside you in silence himself.

“Y/N?” Ben piped up.

“Yes?” You looked at him looking up at the sky.

“Don’t you think how crazy it is that three years ago we met, we talked about why we joined the club, and you were really only here on a whim? Now tonight, it’s our last performance in this group ever. And you weren’t even sure if you wanted to stay! We’re here now and I was Romeo and you were my Juliet and—I just feel as if everything’s that led up to us being here was so special. Like you were meant by the universe to join the club, sit next to me and talk to me and be my best friend. You were a blessing, Y/N, my blessing, and I just-”

Your smile grew and grew and grew and your pulse quickened and everything felt wild. Absolutely, motherfucking wild. Your limbs were jelly. There were alarms going off in your brain “You just what, Ben?” You said softly, tears at your eyes at his lovely, lovely words. He turned to face you as you both stopped underneath a lamppost, the light and the moonlight softly illuminating features. Your best friend stepped closer to you. “You just what, Ben?” You now whispered, seeing his own gooey smile and his eyes, filled with tears, drop down to your lips and back up again to your eyes.

“I just—I love you, Y/N,” he whispered. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too, Ben.” Your grin was wide enough that it squeezed the tears out of your eyes. “I’ve loved you since, like, year 11!” You laughed while wiping away the wetness from your face.

He blushed and took your hand in his. “I got a crush on you two months after we met, dude.”

“No freaking way, Ben!” Your eyes went wide. He liked you for this long? And here you were contemplating everything, overthinking everything!

“Yes, way!” He laughed. “I didn’t want to leave it until we left to uni together because I know I’d be agonizing over it. They say uni’ll be the best years of our lives so… why not start it out with a bang? In more than one way, if you know what I’m saying…” he said playfully, winking. You rolled your eyes and made an attempt at pushing his shoulder, but you both snickered at his joke.

“I love you, Ben. Seriously.”

“And I love you, Y/N. Seriously.”

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mimiplaysgames · 6 years ago

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Writing Update, April 11, 2019

Happy One-Year Fic Anniversary to Me!!

I can’t believe it’s been a whole year since I started my first longfic, “Strength to Protect the Things That Matter.” I honestly still miss being in the writing process for that one, and it feels like I’m missing a part of me.

But I’ll be filling up that void soon enough. I promised to release the first chapter of its sequel, “A Powerful Enough Dream” today, and I STILL WILL!!! It will be ready by tonight, it’s just been the worst kind of stress and busy lately, but I’m dedicated to seeing this finished. I just wanted to let you guys know because I know some folks out there are already anticipating it and I don’t want to let anyone down.

That being said, I just managed to close my Anti-Aqua fic “The Ocean On His Shoulders” (though that won’t be the only time I’ll write her tee-hee). I have a piece in the works for Terraqua Day (April 22!) and it’s smut. SMUT. From ME. Congratulations. It’s been a year’s journey, I’ve given more than 210,000 words to this OTP in total, and I’ve yet to get them to solidify their relationship in any of my works hahahaha. But that will change. I figured it was time for me to contribute something much more intimate for my ride or die ship. It will be titled “save it for the morning after” and I’m excited yet nervous at the same time. It’s a little strange, but I’ll survive. xD

All that being said, I’m willing and waiting to throw myself into another long-ass novel for another year of my life lmao. (Seriously, “Strength” is a 122k book, which is considered LONG for novels, which are normally averaging at 50-70k.) “Dream” may be anywhere between 200-250k depending. It’s still too early to tell. I just hope that I can make it good enough to take you guys along for the ride lmao. I also have other WIPs, too, and they’ll definitely find themselves finished one day (once I’m done with all of these, I swear I won’t know what to do with myself omg).

Thank you all so much for the support and for the wonderful comments. I read them all, including tags. I never thought I’d get to this point (I honestly dove into this without knowing anything, it’s my first OTP, my first fandom, etc). And I wouldn’t have come this far without my readers, so THANK YOU, FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, THANK YOU!! <3333

#personal #update

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zicosmullet · 6 years ago

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Bathing with Zico

- Part 7/7 of my Bathing with Block B Imagines.

- Warnings: Some NSFW stuff

- Notes: FINALLY finished this SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. It’s difficult for me to write for my own bias asdfghjkl,,,,So I apologize in advance for this one!! I just got a bout of inspiration tonight after Zico’s US tour dates were announced. Oof,,,I hope I can see him perform live. <3333

We all know how hard Zico works and just how much he pushes his body to extremes when working, sometimes without even realizing it.

So a bath is EXACTLY what he needs.

But of course, he believes he DOESN’T need one.

When he’s seriously working on something, you know it's best to give him space. But you can’t help worrying about him and his health at the same time. So you mostly just check on him occasionally, sometimes bringing him food and drinks. Sometimes he’s grateful for them, and other times he’s completely absorbed in his work and says nothing.

When he gets REALLY fed up with something while working, he freaks out to himself for awhile before finally coming to you to complain about it. You can’t always give exact advice since you’re no expert on the music industry, but you’re always there to listen and help him calm down, offering whatever advice you can.

Even if he's ranting, you feel grateful for this time, because he rarely lets his walls completely down in front of other people so as to maintain his public image. But when he’s with you, he doesn’t have to worry about that. He can be himself and you feel so lucky that you get to experience this side of him.

So one day while he’s complaining to you about being stumped on a piece that he’s working on, you can tell that what he really needs is a break. He’s exhausted and frustrated at himself but doesn’t want to admit it. But you know what he really needs to do is just step back and collect his thoughts for a moment. Inspiration strikes at the most random times and he’s been working so hard lately that he’s probably used up all of his creative energy.

PLUS when was the last time that he properly bathed?? He could probably use a good soak lol.

So with MUCH persuasion, you finally get him into the tub. You can tell he’s annoyed because he doesn’t think he needs or deserves such an extensive break. But he can also tell that you're very adamant about this and he doesn’t want to fight about it for very long. So he gets in the bath you've drawn for him.

And WOW does it feel good like it’s been so long since he'd had a bath, the pleasant surprise really shows on his face.

Most of the time he just takes showers but this bath was much needed.

And you're just standing in the bathroom smiling because you KNEW this would help him, PLUS wow,,,he’s so beautiful,,,,his bare body,,,,and his tattoos,,,,and all this water and steam,,,,

He’s so ethereal,,,,God you're so lucky,,,,

But you don't stand there for too long because you want to give him some peace and quiet so he can relax and recollect his thoughts.

It's almost comical how fast this bath shut him up since he was complaining only minutes earlier. Again, not that you minded, but it was rather that the power of the tub was just so amusing to you.

While lying there with his eyes closed, Zico looks practically exhausted, so you make sure to casually check on him a few times to be sure he doesn't drown in case he happens to doze off, which he does ofc, but who could blame him with his horrendous sleep schedule and tendencies to overwork himself.

It's rlly cute,,,,because he looks so young for some reason like this,,,,with his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. It's TOO soft. Most people might see your man as scary or intimidating, but that's because none of them have ever seen your man when he’s like this.

Life OFC he’s sexy and stuff too, but that's just one side of him.

Anyways you decide to give him some space so he can properly relax. You go off to do your own thing while still discreetly checking up on him from time to time until you FINALLY hear him getting out of the bath.

Part of you wants to go coddle him since he's been having a rough night, but you ultimately decide to wait until he comes to you, leaving you to eagerly wait in the living room. Your heartbeat quickens at the thought of him coming into the living room in a moment and just laying his head in your lap while you pet his hair.

Like GEEZ you've been dating for a pretty long time at this point but you can't help it,,,,you just love him so much.

HOWEVER, you feel your heart practically plummet when you hear him exit the bathroom in the opposite direction, probably to get right back to work. You don't blame him of course, you know how important this is to him, but you can't help wanting to spend time with him too. At least he HOPEFULLY got some kind of inspiration out of this.

In the midst of it all, you end up falling asleep on the couch which COMPLETELY throws off your schedule for the next day. You end up waking up late and have to scramble to get ready for work on time, not to mention how you have an awful kink in your neck from sleeping in a weird position which makes getting ready ten times more annoying. And having your morning schedule thrown off just ALWAYS ends up muddling the rest of your day as well. Work seems to practically drag by and you can't seem to really get anything done right. You want nothing more than to get home and immediately crawl under the covers (in your actual bed this time).

So that's EXACTLY what you plan on doing as soon as you FINALLY make it home.

That is, until a certain someone sneaks up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder just as you were in the process of changing out of your work clothes.

“Oh, hey babe" you manage to say, trailing off a bit. You REALLY hoped your tone didn't make it sound like you were mad at him, because you weren't, you were just exhausted.

Regardless, he tightened his embrace in response.

“Baby…” he started, “I have a confession to make…”

WHICH just has you all “!?!?!?!?!?”

LIKE WHAT he could mean a thousand different things by that!?!?!?!?!?

You want to say something witty back so you don’t fear the worst, but you’re still too drained from work, so you stay silent until he starts to speak again.

“When I was in the tub yesterday...ughh this sounds so cheesy but...I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I know I can be difficult to put up with sometimes, but you always do. And you always know what's right for me, despite how stubborn I can be.” unexpectedly, he gives a slight laugh “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I really am pretty in love you.”

And hearing that makes your heart skip a beat. Because you never doubted his love before or anything, but hearing it out loud really makes all the difference. Your smile stretches so wide as you twist in his arms so you can connect your lips with his, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

When you separate, his expression looks a little concerned and you realize that you’ve actually started crying a bit. All your built up stress from the day was finally releasing itself. But you can’t help but chuckle a bit at how panicky Zico looks as he reaches to cup your face and brush away some of your tears. He really does care for you deeply.

He probably says something like “Hey, hey” in a hushed tone to make sure that you’re actually okay and not mad at him or something.

So you kinda decide to change the subject a bit by saying “Well, I hope you were at least able gain some inspiration after that bath.”

And his expression gets a little cocky as he says “I told you I couldn’t stop thinking about you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah??”

“Babe, you know you're my inspiration.”

And you kinda slap his chest then cover your face a bit with your hands like “Jiho PLEASE you’re TOO MUCH.” And he just smirks because it's true and he knows you know it too despite how flustered you’re acting.

Zico breaks the silence again when he says “Anyways, I wanted to return the favor so I went ahead and drew a bath for you too. And it's a good thing I did, because you look like you need the extra relaxation today.”

“You’re right, a bath does sound tempting.”

“Would it sound more tempting if I told you I would join you?”

And you’re like “Asdfghjkl stOP BEING SO GREASY but also,,,,yes,,,,”

SO THAT’S HOW YOU END UP IN THE BATHTUB WITH WOO JIHO.

And yeah, it's pretty great.

You’re the kind of couple the can spend comfortable silences together so relaxing together like this isn’t really awkward at all for you.

He gives you some space to relax for awhile but after a bit he gets eager to pamper you since he’s in the mood to make you feel loved. He wants to make sure you know just how important you are to him since he feels like he doesn’t always get the opportunity to tell you enough.

At some point, he coaxes you into his lap and insists on washing your hair for you, probably leaning down to whisper into your ear a few times.

Ends up kissing it and your jawline a bit too.

Even after he finishes washing your hair you don’t move from his lap.

One, because you don’t want to, and two, because he probably wouldn’t let you move even if you wanted to.

But just sitting there starts to become more and more unbearable as he whispers more and more to you.

And his whisperings get increasingly more romantic and,,,,dirty.

“You’re everything to me.”

“It must be fate that we even met.”

“Don’t you know how breathtaking you are?”

“God you’re just so gorgeous.”

“The things I want to do to you…”

His voice is just so raspy and obviously heavy with desire and it just does things to you.

And suddenly you’re kissing a lot. A WHOLE lot. And everything is desperate and slippery and pretty ungraceful, but you love how wild he drives you.

And you drive him equally as wild because he gets a little rough and he can’t help it.

He’s always been into your legs and thighs, but in the tub he has to grip them a little tighter and it’s kinda thrilling tbh.

And at this point you’re in a MUCH better mood than earlier, so when there's a pause you find yourself saying between pants “If I’d known you’d needed inspiration this bad, I would have helped you out last night too.”

His response is a cross between a slight, breathy laugh, and a huff, before he tightens his grip and pulls you closer.

As much as he enjoys using dirty talk on you, it's super effective when you use it on him as well.

So yes, you do fuck the first time you two bathe together.

You probably shower together more frequently than bathe together because you don’t always have enough time to dedicate to bathing together. This is mostly because when you do, you both like to spend A LOT of time in the tub.

And he quite frequently initiates sex in the tub or at least heated makeouts so that often prolongs the baths.

Because Zico actually has A LOT of stamina,,,

So you’ll be in there for awhile,,,

LOVES to have you in his lap, riding him, either facing him or with your back to him is fine.

Has more of a preference for you facing him though so he can kiss all over your chest. And so you can get your hands tangled in his hair.

Zico literally always has to be grabbing your thighs/legs/ass though, so having you face him is also optimal for this. I mean, he gets a better look at your ass if your back is to him, but he likes holding it better when you face him.

ALSO finds it thrilling to watch your facial expressions through it all, but has a habit of letting his eyes close during pleasure so eye contact isn’t a must or anything.

But looking at each other makes conversation easier and sometimes he can get pretty playful and tease you because he knows it gets you off.

One time you made a comment about trying to get him to stop sloshing so much water out of the tub, which just ended up leading to some sexual teasing and somehow even more water than ever being sloshed out of the tub.

So yeah, he really enjoys sex in the tub. Sometimes when working, he gets pretty isolated and touched starved so when you're just there in front of him like that, it's difficult for him to hold back.

But with that said, there are tame baths too.

Sometimes he’ll be too exhausted to really do anything so you’ll end up pampering him a bit instead.

Again, he likes when you’re in his lap or sitting between his legs because that's the optimal way for him to be close to you in the bath. His legs are long so other positions can be a bit cumbersome. But when he’s really exhausted, he likes to try to fit between your legs and use your chest as a pillow while you play with his hair and poke at his squishy face.

You two don’t usually get out of the bath right at the same exact time, but it's usually only a few minutes apart because once one person gets out it starts to feel a bit lonely.

He also probably has like really soft expensive Gucci towels or something for when you get out of the bath lmaoooo.

So yeah, you’d both be really into bathing with each other when given the opportunity.

Baths with Jiho would be so good y’all. :’)

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