#also first time at a jazz club and i have to say i felt very classy
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Tank and the Bangas at the Blue Note. Everyone should see Tank and the Bangas perform live at least once because they're incredible!
#tank and the bangas#this was my second time and it was amazing#also first time at a jazz club and i have to say i felt very classy
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Touching Yourself
Inspired by: Touching Yourself by The Japanese House
Pairing: college!Hazel Callahan x Reader
Summary: You and Hazel have been dating for a month and a half and it’s time to take things to the next level.
Contents/warning: switch!hazel >:), titty sucking, tribbing, oral sex r!receiving, phone sex, fingering, sorry if I let something off.
A/n: characters are older college students so they do in fact have some income.
She’s been watching you from across the room the whole lecture. You keep looking back and forth from the teacher to her. Catching her eyes to see if she was still looking then quickly turning back to the front. Your leg was bouncing trying to distract from her gaze. You feel you phone buzz in your pocket letting out the deepest sigh.
Hazel: you look beautiful today;)
You: please I’m trying to focus >:(
Hazel: aww come on you won’t even give me a smile please you look so pretty!;,(
You can’t help but lean over and shake your head at her with a grin. She excitedly waved at you.
You: your so needy.
You make eye contact with Hazel again and shes biting her lip with her phone illuminating her face. Her eyes have become more lidded as she looks away to type.
Hazel: you wanna hang out tonight??? the girls are getting together for dinner if you wanted to come along.
Hazels still staring at her phone phone smiling hopefully when you look over at her once more. It’s was so cute you had to giggle to yourself.
You: of course honey what time?<3
Hazel sinks a little further in her seat at your reply. Biting the tip of her finger re reading the pet name you gave her a couple times. She’s always gets so giddy about you.
Hazel: I’ll pick you up at 6 <3
Hazels buzzing in her seat she’s wearing a tight lipped smile trying to hold back from squealing happily. Eyes fixed on your face as you put your phone down continuing to try and focus on the teacher. She watched your eyes focus and was reeling at how pretty you side profile was.
You and Hazel had been going out for a month and a half. You’ve known of each other for a couple months before only really saying hi to each other in passing. It wasn't until you had got to talking at a sorority party that you finally realized how cute she was.
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She was rambling about some chemical formula and how it reacts with another chemical formula. You couldn’t stop smiling at how excited she got you didn’t understand a damn thing but it was adorable none the less.
You’d asked her for number and she looked at you shocked and wide eyed. Her cheeks were dusted with a rosy blush as she fumbled for her phone saying “yes of course!” And asked for yours as well just to make sure y’all would “get in contact”
You’d gone out a couple times since and every date had been perfect. She took you on a picnic for the first date packing a lunch of gourmet sandwiches, fruit salad, and wine. Taking you to a gorgeous lake to eat next to the water and swim. Made for a very giggly and cute first date. Needless to say hard to top.
You took her to a fancy restaurant in return. Both of you getting dressed up. Hazel told them it was your birthday to get free cake. She was especially amused when they started singing happy birthday for you. You took her to a jazz club afterwards and danced for hours. Flirting with her until she felt like she was about to burst.
Then taking her home to go to sleep cuddled up. That’s just a few of the special date you both have made a habit of planning. But you also have had lots of casual dates. Going over to each other’s apartments to watch movies or bake or something cute like that. You haven’t put a label on the relationship yet taking it v e r y slowly.
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The lecture ends and your packing your things up until you feel Hazels hands on your sides. She breathes you in resting her chin on your shoulder. “Mm this is new?” She plays with the flimsy material of your light blue top. “Mhm you like it?”you turn around to face her hanging your bag over your shoulder. She nods excitedly, “oh I love it!”
Hazels eyes rake over your breast for a little to long which doesn’t go unnoticed as you hit her lightly in the shoulder giving her an exasperated expression. “Jesus I’ll see you tonight at 6 alright I have to go study.” You said kissing Hazels cheek then walking past her.
She watched you till you were all the way out of room. Her palms had been sweating since you first walked into the room she needed you. BAD. Her mind was racing thinking of how your lips felt and how good you smelt it was making her crazy. Hazels wanted to get more intimate for a while but she’s been to scared to initiate it. She knew that you wouldn’t reject her she was just really didn’t wanna mess it up.
She high tails it to her car feeling to suffocated by her own thoughts. When she finally gets into her car she’s re reading messages between the two of looking at photos of you. She internally cursing herself because she knows she making it worse for herself. While she scrolling her camera roll she gets a notification from you.
You: 3 images
Hazel doesn’t think anything of it when she goes to open them but the air is quickly knocked out of her lungs. “Holy fuck!” She screamed to herself. You sent her photos of your cleavage pushing your arms together to accentuate. In the last one you had your shirt pulled up over your chest exposing yourself. All in the blue top. You lived close to campus so as soon as you were inside your apartment you took them.
Hazels breathing so heavy she’s almost panting, running her sweaty hand up and down her thigh. Her phones shaking in her hand you’d never sent something like that to her before. She honestly was a little confused as what to say.
Hazel: holy shit y/n your so fucking hot how am I supposed to go to work now:(
Hazel has a 5 hour shift at the coffee shop which she was supposed to be driving to right now. But instead she’s staring at her phone about to combust.
You: awww idk but have fun at work babe! ;)
You replied ignoring her concern and teasing her instead. She didn’t know you were on the other side of her phone also shaking and trying to calm your nerves.
Hazel: this is so evil please, I can’t wait to show you off tonight.
You bit your lip and giggled at hazels text squealing about how much you liked her.
Hazel checks the time after looking over every detail of the photos and realizes she’s already 5 minutes late to her job. She shakes her head and let out a desperate huff of air running her fingers through her hair. This shift was going to be agonizing.
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It’s 5:20 right now and your already getting ready for tonight. Doing your hair and makeup. You kept the blue top on and added a long white skirt with it and more accessories to dress it up. Your phone buzzes interrupting your music. Hazel was calling you.
“Hey gorgeous! I just got off work!” Hazel was very excited she’d been wanting to talk to you her whole shift. She was hoping you’d come in and visit her but you were busy with homework and studying. Every time a girl that resembled you came through the door she would perk up only to be disappointed.
“Hi sweetie how was it?” Your tone was sarcastic. You hear her huff through the phone.
“It was fine…” She replied dryly then paused for a moment you could tell she was getting frustrated at your teasing. “Anyway is it ok if I come over like 15 minutes early to hang out for a bit?” Hazel asked you so sweetly you couldn’t say no to her. “Of course you can. I’m almost ready anyways.”
“Ok see you soon! Your recreating those photos for me when I g-get there by the way.” She says quickly like she’s running out of air then hangs up phone not letting you reply. She cursed herself for stuttering but she tried her best. You stopped midway of doing your eyeliner your heart pounding out of your chest. A heart beat begins between your legs.
You and Hazel haven’t really gone past making out and being touchy over clothes. You continue with your make up and getting ready. Lighting a candle and cleaning your apartment as you wait for Hazel.
At exactly 5:45 there’s a knock at your door. You look out of the peep hole and open it. You can’t even get a word out before Hazels grabbing you by your hips pulling you into a deep kiss. She closes the door with her foot behind her. Pushing you up against the counter. You make a surprise “mhph!”, sound and she pulls back you can see the ache on her face.
“Can’t I please take this off?” She asked politely out of breath her brows are pushed together and her mouth is slightly agape. Her hands are already under the fabric feeling your abdomen. “Mhm” she carefully pulls it over your head. The sight of your breast made her release a heavy exhale. She drops to her knees placing kisses on your lower stomach.
Hazel looks up at you with puppy dog eyes that shine. Your brushing her hair out of face and running your fingers through it. “Can we go to your room?” Hazel asked you pleadingly as if you could say no. You nod and you sweetly take her hand leading you to your room.
Shes kissing you again this time slower with more purpose. She pushes you till you feel you bed hit the back of your knees. Gently she pushes you down not breaking the kiss. Her hands are nervously ghosting over your breast until you finally take her hand yourself and have her touch you.
Hazel moans into the kiss feeling how soft your skin is under her hand. Her face gets hot in embarrassment. She’s trying to hard to seem collected but she just about to short circuit and pass out.
Hazels trailing kisses down your neck reaching your collar bone she looks up for confirmation. She was so polite about it, it made your heart swell. You grin and nod at her running your fingers through her soft hair, you wanted to see her face. She’s quick to leave open mouthed kisses to both of your breast like a woman starved.
Shes holding both of them in her hands. You watch her while propped up on your elbows. Taking you bottom lip between your teeth when she wraps her lips around your nipple tugging. You whimper your fingers tangled in her hair. Hazel leaves a red bruise on your breast getting carried away. She mouths and sucks them until soft moans and praises are spilling from your lips.
She’s looking up at you with slicked shiny lips that are parted slightly. Her eyes still puppy like when she plays when the waistband of your skirt. Tugging it down just a bit to get a reaction from you. Then letting the fabric snap back into place.
Hazel grins at you mischievously. “I think we should get going babe.” Your frustrated at her and it shows. Desperately trying to rub your thighs together for some release. “W-what but-“ Hazel doesn’t let you finish. “Payback.” Shes so proud of herself her grin getting bigger watching you squirm. “Go get my shirt.” You said scoffing at her laughing at how prideful she was. She’s been planning this the whole time.
Hazel goes into the living room to grab your shirt and is back in a second. Handing it to you still smirking she offers her hand to help you up from your bed. You snatch the shirt out of her hand walking to your bathroom. You grab the bra hanging off your door knob and slip your shirt on. You hadn’t put a bra on knowing her intentions. “I should punish you for that you know.” You say once you’ve walked out going playfully holding Hazels cheeks in your hand making her lips pucker. Walking away grabbing your purse.
“Oh no what are you gonna do to me~” Hazel tries to say flirtatiously. “Oh you just wait.” Your colder tone makes her smile drop a bit as you look at her sternly. She starting to get worried at what you were scheming.
In the car ride over to Hazels friend Josie’s place the tension is THICK. Heavy blushes still on sit on both you and Hazels cheeks. Your holding pinky’s over the center consul. And of course as passenger princess you had aux rights. Every song you chose was sending Hazel a message. Some horny some angry at one point you played a Weeknd song and Hazel snorted. You did too but not before shooting her a glare.
Hazel pulled up to the small house and parked the car. She turned to look at you with a small smile and places her hand on your thigh. “You ready?” She says rubbing back and forth soothing you. Hazel knows you get social anxiety especially in smaller groups. You nod bringing your palm to cup her cheek and lean in for a soft kiss. When you pull away Hazel looks like she’s melting.
Looking over your face as if your the most precious thing in the world. “Now I’m really ready.” You said getting out of car. Hazel expelled a huff of air she was in awe of you. She placed her hand on the small of your back leading you towards the door. She knocked and the door was answered quickly.
It was Josie in an apron that said “kiss the cook”. She sees Hazel first then you her eyes going wide. “Oh my god you brought her! Hi! Come in!” Hazels ears got red smirking she felt proud having you by her side. When you walk in there’s a group of girls in the living room timidly you wave at them. Your met with warm smiles and excited greetings. Hazel had told you about them giving you there names.
One of them is looking at you weird and you assume it’s PJ. Her and Hazel had a thing but you honestly don’t pay it much mind. Another girl walks out of the kitchen and she walks up to Hazel. “Oh she’s cute.” She says quietly out of your earshot to her patting her should then turning to you. “Hi I’m Isabel! Do you wanna drink?”
She offers smiling sweetly at you. You enthusiastically agree seeing that they had an array of liquors. And you definitely needed a little something to make you more sociable. She takes you away from Hazel to make you a drink. Josie takes Hazel into the kitchen with her. You turn back to give Hazel an apprehensive smile as you part.
Hazels helps Josie cut up vegetables while listening to her talk about school and Isabel and whatever else happened that week. Hazels trying her best to focus but she keep zoning out when she thinks about how your face looked with her mouth around nipple. The only thing that pulled her out was hearing your name. “So are you and y/n official yet or what?” Josie said with a smile wiggling her eyebrows at Hazel.
Hazel exhales a laugh. “No not yet…I think I might ask her tonight though actually.” She says quietly feeling a little shy talking about you smiling to herself. Josie gasps, “REALLY! DUDE FINALLY!” She can’t contain her shock. Hazel whips her head and puts her finger to her lips in a hushing motion. “Yes! You’ve had like four, twenty-four hour dates! You should practically be married!” Josie adds Hazel smiles ear to ear at the thought. “Yeah I really really like her.”
In the next room your having a similar conversation with Isabel while she makes you a vodka cran. “Soooo you and Hazel huh? You look cute together! Are you official yet?” Isabel says mixing up your drink. Your heart skips a beat at her question realizing that Hazel had been talking about you to them.
“O-oh thank you! Um no we’re uh not official yet.” Your stammering with the new people around you most of them focused on you and Isabel’s conversation. “She really likes you Im Sylvie by the way.” A girl with kind of crazy eyes hold out her hand. Your blushing HARD. You shake her hand and smile shyly. Isabel hands you your drink and pats a spot on the couch for you to sit.
You became aquatinted with the rest of the girls quickly all of them were very friendly giving you compliments. They told you about other friend diners they’ve had and that hazel is a really good cook. This information quite literally had you squeezing your legs together. Every time they said something you didn’t know about her made you fall her that much more.
Josie and Hazel let everyone know that diner was ready. All of you pile into the kitchen to make your plates. You were one of the last to make your way over but Hazel pulls you just outside the kitchen door away from everyone to give you a deep kiss. “I’m really happy your here.” Hazels eyes are twinkling as she smiles softly at you. Her arms snake around your neck bringing you against her.
“Me too your friends are really sweet.” You replied speaking into her neck with your head resting on her shoulder. You can feel the alcohol doing it’s job properly loosening you up. “Aww im happy your having a good time honey.” Hazels pressing a kiss into your hair. “Yeah I am! But don’t think I forgot about earlier honey.” Your stern voice returns as you raise your head squinting your eyes at her. “I’m hungry let’s eat.” Patting her cheek you give her a forced smile then walk into the kitchen.
She swallowed trailing behind you ridding the back of her neck. They had put the dinning table outside to eat on the patio. Making it really cute hanging up lights and lighting candles. It was casual and cozy like something you’d put on a Pinterest board. You and Hazel were sat next to each other. Both of you could feel energy buzzing off of each other making eye contact knowing what each other were feeling.
Your hand found it’s way to the inside of Hazels thigh caressing. Protected by the table cloth no one knows but the two of you. You watch as she straightened and broke eye contact trying to focus on the plate in front of her. She having trouble concealing her neediness, showing on her face instead. Her eyebrows pushing together and biting her lip. Everyone’s sat now so you pull your hand away to start eating. Hazels quick to catch your wrist for a moment.
Her eyes were serious and you matched them ultimately winning the silent fight for dominance. She let go and you smirked and shrugged mouthing a “what?”. Hazel licks over her teeth and is visibly frustrated running her fingers through her hair pushing it out of her very hot face.
Josie made pasta dish with bruschetta on the side and it was goodddddd. Everyone finished very quickly talking amongst themselves sipping wine pretending to be full fledged adults. You excused yourself to use the restroom not paying any attention to Hazel as you got up. Making your way to the restroom you felt your heart start pounding again.
Once your in and locked the door you pull your phone out of your bag and open your messages with Hazel. The pictures you had sent her earlier weren’t the only ones you took. You paused midway through your studying to have a full on photo shoot in a sage green lingerie set. Some of them were really, really dirty at least for you. You weren’t going to send them to her today but after what she did these couldn’t wait. You picked out your favorite and sent it to Hazel.
You: 1 message
Not paying much mind Hazel opened your message that read “turn your brightness down” her face contorted in confusion but she did it anyways.
You: 1 Image
Hazel chokes when a picture of you with your legs spread infront of a full length mirror pops up. The small thong you had on barely covering you. Your bra was mesh leaving nothing to imagination.
Hazels nearly sitting in a puddle holding her phone close to her face so no one else sees. Her hand shakes from excitement but also anger. Your playing with her and have been all day. Britney turns to Hazel hearing her struggle. “Hey are you good?” Hazel looked like she was in pain. She slams her phone down quick onto her lap. “Oh y-yeah I um my drink went down the wrong pipe heh.” Britney doesn’t question anymore just nodding and turning back to talk to PJ.
She starts to type but you’ve already come back. Jumping back into conversation with everyone wide grin lighting up your face. Hazels quiet, staring holes into your head. It was her turn to wind you up. Placing her hand on your thigh she slowly walks her fingers higher to swipe over your clothed cunt with her pointer and middle finger stroking for a moment. Making you stutter mid sentence and shoot up in your seat.
She watched your face the whole time reveling at how she was able to make you squirm. After a minute of torture she took her hand back. You finished your thought and immediately pick up your phone.
You: I hope you still hungry.
Hazel picks up her phone and and shifts her eyes to you.
Hazel: ???
You: cause we’re having dessert at my place.
Hazel can feel her heart beat quicken. She might go into cardiac arrest if you make her any more flustered.
Hazel: can we leave I don’t think I can wait I’m being so serious.
You look over at her incredulously. Only to be met with the sight of Hazel bouncing her leg nervously looking over at you with dark heavy eyes. She looked like she was going to EAT YOU.
You: tell them I have work in the morning.
Not even a minute later she’s turning to you. “Don’t you have work early tomorrow babe?” Hazel let it slip from her mouth feeling nervous about lying. It got the effectively got the attention of everyone. “Yeah I have to get up at like 5.” You said with faux disappointment. “Oh wow well we should probably go then and um go home heh.” Hazels so bad at lying you literally have to hold back from laughing. Biting the inside of your cheek.
“Yeah probably it’s been really nice thank you for having me over.” You get up from your seat and Hazel quickly gets up as well. “Yeah totally it’s been uh great meeting you.” Josie says confused at the urgency she sees in Hazel. You say your goodbyes. Then Hazels rushing you out of the house with her hand on the small of your back.
Josie says goodbye one last time at the door then closes it. Both you and Hazel run to the car. She’s already pushing you up against the side kissing you hungrily. You pushed her away grinning at her. “My needy needy girl.” Hazels legs feel like there’s jelly at your words. “Let’s get home first alright.” You brush a piece of hair behind her ear she nods finally getting into car. The car ride back to your place is quiet Hazels gone pretty much non verbal till your parked outside of the apartment complex.
Shes quick to get out and walk around to your side and open the door for you. Hastily making it into you apartment your pushing her up against the door as soon as it’s closed. Unbuttoning her shirt and undoing her belt. She throws her head back against the door with a thud. Her mouth hanging as you leave kisses up and down her neck. One of her hands is holding the back of your head not wanting you lips to ever leave from that spot as she lets out soft whimpers.
“I-i w-want you so f-fucking bad please y/n.” she sounds like she’s about to cry. You nip then let your tongue roll over her skin. She shivers hissing at the sensation.
You disconnect your lips from her neck. “Yeah? You wanna make me feel good baby?” You replied in a sultry voice you breath fanning over her ear. She nods eagerly and you connect your lips again. As you both stumble around she’s pulling your shirt over your head; frenzied her actions are sloppy and rushed. She’s so overwhelmed with her own need.
Somewhere in the blur you make it to your bedroom standing besides your bed. Hazel takes in the green lacy bra your wearing her eyes pleading with you. The image of you in front of the mirror flashes in her head. She thinks about the little tiny thong you’re probably wearing. She’s sent into hyper drive yanking your skirt down eagerly. “oh f-fuck” She’s squeaks out pathetically. Sinking to her knees for a second time today rubbing the tops of your thigh looking up at you.
Her shirt hangs off her shoulders and her pants are sagging on her hips its a whorish display. “Please l-let me, fuck, taste you I want you make you f-feel good.” Her breathless words send shocks to your core. She brings the pad of her thumb up against the wet spot on your panties.
“I need to make you feel good.” Hazels tugging at the band your thong impatiently. Her eyes are glistening in the low light of your room. You don’t answer her yet sitting back on your bed you open your legs for her. Moving your panties to the side to let her see how wet you are. Letting your actions speak for you instead. Hazel practically jumps between your legs and she devours your thighs. Kissing and sucking the plush flesh like it’s the only thing that’ll keep her alive. She’s looking up at you back and forth while hurriedly taking your thong off.
“Your so pretty on your knees like this honey.” You grab her attention puppy dog eyes look back at you. “Oh t-thank yo-“ You open your legs wider for her to get better view of you. “I wonder how pretty you’ll look with your lips on my clit.” You cut her off smirking down at her. Hazels mesmerized by you. Running her finger down your slit. She moves closer to your core you can feel her uneven breaths against you. Her shaky hands grip your thighs before diving in.
“Hazel~” you moan out her name feeling her lips kiss your clit sweetly. She whimpers into you at the sound of her name spilling from your lips. She get more hungry and confident her grip on your thighs getting rougher and stronger. Licking stripes up and down your cunt like she’s never had anything as good as your pussy. You grip her hair tugging a bit. She pulls away for just second to catch her breath. Her lips pull into a smile and she giggled to herself.
“We should done this a lot sooner I could do this forever.”
She said breathlessly then reattached her lips to your clit sucking it. Flicking her tongue in a way that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. She hums knowing it would make you feel that much better. Your legs start to shake threatening to close around her head. Hazel feels pride swell in her chest. Her biceps pop as she prying your legs open.
“Oh f-fuck! God if i knew you could eat p-pussy like this-“
Hazels tongue is working over time. She shoves her face into your pussy and shaking her head back and forth. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh my god Hazel!”You can feel her smiling into you, adding a finger and curling upwards sending you over the edge. You grip into her hair keeping her still while you grind into her mouth. She drags you through your orgasm licking up every bit of arousal. When you finally let her go she’s panting hard. You almost feel bad poor baby couldn’t breath with you grinding into her face so erratically.
You look at her with tired eyes and regret not making her cum first. Hazels staring back at you like your the prettiest thing she’s ever seen. “Did I make you feel good?” Hazel asked you dumbly her lips and chin covered in your arousal. She wanted praise. Her core is aching squirming where she was on her knees. “Yes baby.” You said giving her a soft smile. “You did so good my pretty girl.” You praised her stroking over her cheek. She sucks in a breath at your use of words.
Your thumb swipes over her bottom lip asking for entry. Hazel obliged opening her mouth for you. You place your middle and ring finger on her tongue. Moving them forward just to see her gag around them. Pulling them out of her mouth with a pop you bring your them to you lips and suck them. You can taste yourself. “Stand up baby.” Shes quick to her feet standing over you. You gently finish undressing her laying her down.
Letting your hands roam all over her soft skin. Kissing her hungrily she’s moaning into your mouth at your roughness. Your hand snakes down between your bodies to slowly rub her clit. She whimpered so sweetly it made your heart hurt. Disconnecting lips every couple second to catch your breath. Panting into each other’s mouths. Hazels hips buck against your hand and you stop going to straddle her hips.
She whines into the room grabbing for you. She missed your lips as soon as they were gone. You tut. “Trust me baby its gets a lot better than that.” You said while you position yourself to straddle one of her legs and raise the other up. Hazels eyes get wide realizing what you were about to do. “Wait fuck holy f-fuck, wait, shit your so hot.” You can’t help but giggle hovering over her soaked pussy feeling each other’s warmth.
Finally making contact Hazel exhales in relief. She reaches to hold your hand. Interlocking your finger together she’s making you melt over and over again. You slowly grind down both of your slick mixing making a sound that has both of you blushing. Hazels hand tightening in yours as her mouth hangs agape. The layer of sweat that’s formed makes her glisten. Your clits are bumping each other syncing as you both get into a rhythm. Hazels other hand is resting on her forehead like she can’t believe what’s happening.
“You look so good right now, your pussy feels s-so good ahhh-a!” She’s losing her fucking mind at how your tits bounce with ever thrust. Watching the way your mouth hangs open and your cheat heaves. She’s in heaven. She’s thought about a moment like this since the first date. How the setting sun hit the water just right to make your face glow. How you slowly pulled her in for a kiss. How she blushed after you told her how pretty her smile was.
The leg your holding up starts to shake and it puts an absolutely blissful smile on your face. Hazels making whines that almost sounds like cries as you start to quicken your thrust. She squeezes her eyes shut moans erratically. “Ah! Ah! Fuck! Fuck! Y/n nghhhh!” You lightly slap her thigh trying to get her attention. “Look at me honey, you don’t want to me to stop do you?”
Hazel shakes her head begging. “No no no p-please I’m almost there please.” A tear rolls down her cheek from the stimulation. It gets hard to keep your hold on her leg she’s shaking so hard. Her eyes focus on you barley open and droopy. She’s whispering but it’s inaudible just a jumble of words saying how hot you were or how good your pussy is. Your watching her sympathetically.
“I-I’m im gonna cum p-please cum with me baby.” She asks you politely her voice nothing but a horse whimper her grip on your hand gets weaker. “O-of course baby.” You hips stutter feeling your orgasm possess you. Moving your hips best of your ability. Hazels eyes completely rolled back as she lets out a high pitched moan bordering on scream.
Riding your highs out together as arousal coats both of your thigh. You drop Hazels legs all but collapsing next to her out of breath. Hazels almost as exhausted as you were. Turning her head to look at you. Her eyes scanning over your tired face a small proud smile is spreading over her face. Hazles moving closer to you to entangled her limbs with yours. Getting as close as possible. She strokes down your hair and pushes it out of your face.
She slowly pulls you into a deep loving kiss. Pulling away you there listening to each other breath. Hazel starts to speak feeling nervousness wash over her.
“Can i ask you something.” Her voice is tired and weak.
You nod your head waiting to hear what she had to say. Hazels eyes were shifty. “I want to call you my g-girlfriend. Like I want to be with you. I-I want to-“ she stammered through her words till you cut her off with a kiss.
“I would love that.” You smile brightly and Hazel does the same letting out a sign of relief. Her excitement waking her just a bit. She goes to leave kisses all over your face. “I-“ she places a kiss. “Like you-“ she places another. “So so much.” She places a final one on your lips. She has you giggling like a fool. “I like you more,” you pause for a moment wearing a coy expression. “Wanna go take a shower?” You look up at her through your lashes tracing circles on her lower stomach.
“Round 2 already?” Hazel jokes sitting up in the bed.
(Thanks for reading pookies🥰)
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show me how
pairing: mason mount x f1 driver!reader
summary: mason brings you as his plus one to the ballon d'or ceremony and although you're both used to cameras, you still need each other to ease your minds. [wc: 1.4k]
req: i love ur jude x driversss but can we have mason and driver😔😔
contents: angst (reader has a panic attack), but other than that fluff, fluff, fluff ! established relationship, mason is a cutie patootie
note: okay this was supposed to be much shorter but i got carried away rewriting it at 1am 💀 but anyways !! first time writing for my boy (and definitely not the last) !! i hope you'll like it 🫶
now playing: show me how by men i trust (oncle jazz)
the beautiful dress you had on was probably not suited to brave paris' october wind. but your boyfriend and you had planned all of this for months already. you just flew out from the mexican gp as soon as you could and started learning the speech you wrote beforehand the moment you landed in paris.
you knew your presence at the ballon d'or ceremony was important to mason, he had a difficult time adjusting to his new club and you needed to be here for him.
you felt that was the least you could do, mason had been there for you during the whole season, facetiming you even when you were at the opposite end of the world and he needed to sleep.
your car wasn't as fast as your team had planned and all hope of a championship was close to none, the media started questioning your position within the team and whether or not you deserved a seat. safe to say, you went through a rough patch.
you were aware that coming here would give you a headache with all the questions coming your way on the red carpet. 'is your boyfriend a distraction to your career ?', 'do you think you're in f1 solely for diversity reasons ?', 'will we be able to see you on the grid next season ?' no. no. maybe.
actually, you weren't here only for mason. your pr team got you to announce the women's ballon d'or. you were extremely grateful for the opportunity, being a woman in a male-dominated sport like formula one forced you to advocate for equity and recognition of women in sports. and this was a great way to spread your message, a message you knew these players would relate to, they were also victims of sexism and misogyny in their sport after all.
however, you were still nervous, you hated public speaking and your hands were shaking at the sole thought of messing up your speech. for some reason, it was easier for you to talk in front of big cameras during races, even after a dnf, than at such an important event for a whole sport.
when you both finally got inside and were taken to your seats, you didn't even notice your leg starting to bounce on its own.
"are you okay ?" mason took your hands in his as soon as he noticed your stress.
"i'm fine, just a bit nervous" you lied. you were very nervous. you didn't know why, you've experienced worse in terms of stressful situations. hell, your job was a big stressful situation on its own.
you silently rehearsed your speech, while your mind helped you visualise everything that could possibly go wrong, exactly what you needed. falling down on stage, dropping the trophy, breaking it, stuttering during your whole speech, blanking out, passing out... all of this in front of a big audience with threatening eyes, an even bigger audience if you counted people in front of their devices, watching the ceremony.
all of these thoughts became too much for you to handle and you felt the urge to get out. obviously, you couldn't actually get out of here, you wouldn't forgive yourself for doing this to mason.
so you settled on going to the bathroom to clear your head a bit. the 'clear your head' part didn't work well though, as you felt tears well up in your eyes. the thought of your makeup running down your cheeks was enough to make you spiral again. thankfully, no one could see the scene unfold since you were confined in one of the stalls, sitting on a floor that was probably not clean enough for you to do so. you tried focusing on the conversation two girls were having just outside, praising each other's seasons.
you heard the door close, or open, you weren't able to tell.
"y/n ? are you here ?" you didn't expect to hear mason's voice.
"umm, this is the women's bathroom..." one of the two girls said to your boyfriend.
"i know... i'm looking for my girlfriend she's-"
"mase, i'm here." you slightly opened the stall's door for him to get in.
the bathroom stall was clearly too small for the both of you, so you were practically glued to mason.
"y/n... you should have told me how you felt." mason had a serious look on his face, which was quite unusual for him.
"i'm sorry, i didn't want you to worry. it's just... a lot for me, i don't want to mess it up."
mason's hands found your cheeks and made you look up to him.
"you don't need to put pressure on yourself like that y/n. i know you'll do great, you just need to tell this brain of yours to stop working overtime." his arms engulfed you in a big hug.
"no, don't hug me... i'm all snotty." you whined, trying to push him away, in vain.
"i love you even when you're snotty." he said, peppering kisses across your face.
"so cheesy."
"you love it though." he said chuckling. he was right, you loved it when mason was overly cheesy, especially when he did so to comfort you after a bad race or in moments when you simply needed him.
mason cleaned up your makeup after comforting you, and you went back to your seats hand in hand, a smile on both your faces from the intimate moment you both shared.
when you were taken backstage just before the announcement, you felt anxiety creep up again. this time mase wasn't by your side, but his words were. this was all in your head, you just needed to deliver your speech. that's it, nothing would go wrong.
you stepped on the stage with mason's words still ringing in your head when you felt hundreds of eyes on you.
the voice in the back of your head was wrong. everything went perfectly, you even caught mason's sparkly eyes when you were done announcing the women's ballon d'or winner.
getting back to your assigned seat, mason immediately congratulated you, kissing your cheek.
"you did amazing. god, you were amazing."
you were grateful for the room's shitty lightning, because mason didn't need to notice the way your cheeks started to flush at his words.
"thank you mase, i don't think i could have done it without you."
"stop saying nonsense. you did everything yourself." it seemed mason wasn't aware of how much his words, as simple as they might have been, along with his presence, were key factors in you actually pulling up to the stage. but debating with your boyfriend on such subjects was useless, so you let him believe what he wanted to.
the two of you spent the rest of the night chatting with each other in half-whispers, sometimes getting little 'shhhhh's from the audience. even though your anxiety was long forgotten, you still felt relieved when the ceremony ended. but getting home from the packed location was another issue you didn't plan.
you didn't know if you were thankful your hotel room wasn't that far from where the ceremony was held, or if you hated it. your heels were absolutely killing you and you didn't feel like walking in them, even for 200m.
"you look like a baby giraffe right now."
your boyfriend always had the right words to cheer you up, didn't he ?
"shut up. these shoes will actually be the death of me." you looked up at him with glassy eyes, hoping he'd get the message.
"i'm not about to give you my shoes y/n." his words made you sulk immediately.
"i could give you a piggyback ride to the hotel though..." you could hear mason's smirk in his tone, you knew he wouldn't do that for free.
"what do you want ?"
"a kiss." he simply said pointing at his lips.
you quickly pecked his lips, expecting your piggyback ride.
"what was that ?"
"a kiss ?" you answered, stating the obvious.
"surely not. put your heart in it will you ?" his comment made you roll your eyes but you complied anyway. you felt mason's hand sneak to the back of your neck deepening the kiss. after a few seconds, you realised you were kissing in the middle of paris' streets. you pulled away and hit his chest in false annoyance. which quickly dissipated once you were on his back, your aching feet silently thanking you.
"you're a menace." you said, although you were smiling at his antics.
"i'm your menace."
#sometimes creativity strikes when you're about to sleep#i hope the mason girlies liked this !!#mason mount one shot#mason mount#mason mount x reader#mason mount imagine#mason mount x you#mason mount x y/n#mason mount fanfic#mason mount fluff#mason mount blurb#mason mount drabble#football drabble#football one shot#football fanfic#footballer imagine#football imagine#football x reader
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ULTRAVIOLENT || Chibs Telford x Y/N
part I. i'm you jazz singer
summary: a twist from a scene from s6/ep1.
Y/N snitches, and gets punished for it
warnings : description of violence, domestic(ish) violence, beating
tags: angst, hurt/comfort
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Y/N was actually just finishing up on a Sportster. She pulled down her gloves, put down the tools, and wanted to head out, when the Sergeant at Arms stepped into the garage.
"Chibby?" Y/N called out to him with a smile. She usually gave everyone awkward nicknames.
Chibs slowly walked up to her, and had an expression which started to make Y/N feel uncomfortable.
"Is everything cool?" she asked.
Chibs walked slowly past her, then leaned on the counter.
"I need a minute with ya." He said with strict voice. Y/N's smile started to fade.
"Yeah, sure." Y/N still didn't know what to expect. Her and Chibs were on very good terms. Almost too good. At least what concerned Y/N' feelings. She also suspected that the Scot has a soft spot for her too.
But right now, Chibs was anything but soft.
Y/N froze when she saw the man taking off his jacket.
"You know, Jax might have gave you a pass, but I can't forget about that, so easily." Y/N's heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel the panic creeping up on her.
She had no choice. Roosevelt was pushing on her hard for intel. She didn't say anything though, what would seriously put her brothers or club at danger.
But she also knew that it didn't matter. She was a rat, and Chibs knew it.
The man started to take off his rings, and lined them up almost ritualistically on the counter.
Y/N wanted to cry. She knew what was going to happen. But she couldn't cry and she couldn't run away. Or to better put it, she wouldn't.
"I've never put my hands on a woman. Not once." He said slowly. "This does not give me joy or satisfaction. On the contrary." He put his last ring down. "But I have to do this now, Y/N." Chibs started to come closer. Slowly, menacingly.
"I know."
She stood her ground. With her back straight, chin up, she looked her friend in the eyes.
"I love you." she said.
"I know."
And with that came the first blow. The man didn't hold back. Y/N fell onto the floor. Her palms were scratched by the rough wood. Her head was spinning but she knew she had to get up. This time she could get up on her own. She tries to keep her balance and looked Chibs in the eye, waiting for the next hit.
Chibs felt rage, disgust, sadness and love at the same time. He didn't want to cause her serious damage but he knew he had to do this. She got away far too easily. If one of their brothers knew about her ratting, Chibs wasn't sure if she would get away with only a beating.
In her e/c eyes he could see sorrow, pain and determination. She wasn't broken. Yet.
He hit the other side of her face next. Y/N felt her lip slicing open and she almost bit her tongue. She fell on the floor again. A little bit of blood dripped down on the wood.
The pain was bad, the dizziness worse, and the fact that Chibs did this to her, the worst. But the worst of the worst was that she knew, she deserved this. She was well aware what this lifestyle meant. What being in a club meant.
This time she couldn't get up on her own. She tried tough, but she fell back on the floor. Chibs grabbed her and roughly pulled her up. Her heart was crying, but she wasn't. At this point she couldn't stop her body from trembling. She held onto Chibs' cut, looked him straight in the eye again, and awaited the next hit.
Chibs still didn't show mercy. Y/N let out a cry of pain. She was grabbing Chibs cut but could not fully hold on. She fell onto her knees in front of her friend.
It was almost too much for Chibs. But he felt this rush of rage which told him, this is not the end yet. He dragged her back onto her feet, but she could barely stand up. Her face was bleeding and red. She still didn't cry, but the defiance in her eyes faded almost completely.
Chibs hit her again, and she let out a scream. She felt something snap in her mouth.
He didn't let her fall this time, he grabbed her arm and waist, and kept her upright. She would bruise where he grabbed her, but at that point, it did not have importance.
Tears started to fall from her eyes. She couldn't look him in the eye anymore. Quiet but guttural screams and grunts could be heard. She couldn't take it anymore.
Chibs saw that she was almost gone. He wanted to steady her, but it was impossible. He dragged her next to the counter balanced her against it. Then he hit her one last time, as hard as he could.
Her cries were suddenly stopped when she finally lost conciousness.
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They were silent. The man held Y/N's head firmly with one hand. Firmly, but gently, as gently as he could. With the other he was holding a piece of wet towel, and was wiping down Y/N's face. She was calmed down, only occasionally a tear left her eyes. Her face looked horrible. It was swollen, with red bruises which would turn blue afterwards. Chibs put stiches on the eyebrows where it was split.
Y/N felt that one of her back teeth was moving. She had to have that checked out. The blood was filling her mouth, and she let it drip from her mouth to the floor.
"What is it?" Chibs asked her, concerned that it was internal bleeding.
"A tooth." She spoke quietly.
"Let me see." The man said and she opened her mouth compliantly. He put his index finger carefully in her mouth and inspected the damage. He could feel it slightly moving.
"You will have to see a dentist about that." He said.
"I know."
When he finished cleaning her up, he started to slide his fingers through her hair with one hand, and reached out to touch her face with the other. Y/N flinched and almost jumped in her seat.
"Hey, it's okay." The man whispered, and caressed her face and lips. This was the first time since the beating when Y/N looked at Chibs. They sat in silence but they knew exactly what the other one wanted to say.
She closed her eyes and he leaned in to kiss her forehead.
Seeing her this way was hard on him. He never hurt a woman before, and he didn't thought he will, especially not Y/N. He stood up and pulled her up alongside him, then embraced her. He hugged her tightly and lovingly. That is when Y/N started crying. It wasn't even crying, it was sobbing. All the built up fear, sadness and pain crushed down on her. She couldn't stop shaking, her tears made Chibs' cut wet.
He didn't say anything, just took her into his arms, and sat down. He rocked her like a baby back and forth, sometimes kissing her cheek, forehead and caressing her gently. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity to them, she calmed down, and fell asleep in Chibs' arms.
PART TWO:
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🍭🧡🖤❤️🔥🧸sorrrrry that's a whole heck of a lot but i just got carried away... for antoine and zelda please!!
MAM I am honored. Happens that I’m in a Zelda/Antoine mood. I do wonder why that could be…
🍭 What's something they can never agree on (big or small)?
….Violette. That’s all imma say on that 🙊
🧡 Who said 'I love you' first?
Honestly? Great question. Like these two went from longing, to deeply in love, to “welp I guess we’re living together and eternally soulmates now” without ever uttering how they felt. Feels pretty on brand for them, doesn’t it?
But looking back on it now, I absolutely have no doubt that this is when Antoine first told her he loved her (because of course his emotions would get the better of his stoicism first)…
Although this is the moment that he knew he loved her…
And when she realized that she loved him…. 😭
🖤 What is their biggest regret in their relationship so far (or in the future, if you don't mind giving spoilers)?
Oh baby you already know. Antoine so very deeply regrets how he handled things at the end of the 1920s, more specifically damn near every choice he made from when he let Zelda go to England alone to turning down Giorgio’s original offer to buy the farm out West. He’s fully convinced himself that if he had made that jump at the right moment, he could have actually sold the jazz club for some fraction of what it was worth, and they wouldn’t be in such a precarious monetary situation as they are in now.
Y’all just keep this in mind because it will weigh on him forever. It will influence his choices both good and bad. His willingness to talk to Zelda but also sacrifice for her if he thinks it’s what she wants/needs because he’ll regret that forever. My boy simply doesn’t know any other way.
As far as Zelda? I don’t think it’s so much that she’s more forgiving of herself, but that’s she’s worked through some of the mistakes she’s made with Antoine, like ignoring his pain and over relying on him emotionally during the first stages of their relationship when she was generally much more immature. She’s made efforts to counteract that, so I don’t think she sees it as a regret any longer. Now in the future though…. 👀
❤️🔥 Which one is more adventurous in the bedroom? Which one has more experience?
Come on now, we know this one has gotta go to Antoine. I wouldn’t so much say adventurous, just because I don’t think either of them would fall under the umbrella of how I think of that term. Mostly because even though Antoine is much more experienced, he had never had sex with someone he loved before; so his primarily concern was always making sure Zelda was comfortable, even when one could say he was moving her into elements of herself that may be considered more “adventurous” for the time period. Y’all can use y’all imaginations and reference today’s spice post for the rest thank you very much 😌
🧸 BONUS! Include one of your favorite moments between them!
One?! One!! Well now that’s just cruel. Come on it’s love day! How about a montage instead?
#welp gunna go cry now#I cut so many pictures out of that montage because the LOVE y’all the LOVE#anywho 🤧#Antoine Duplanchier extra#Zelda darlington extra#ask game#simblr ask game
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MAG10 - Vampire Killer
*turns around in the most ugliest coolest yellowest office chair like a Bond villain, petting a baguette-shaped cushion* so, you came here from MAG9 without expecting the whiplash. Don't worry, you are not alone lmao
Trevor Herbert is like a homeless Chuck Norris, a shaggy Terminator, a Van Helsing lite (the Hugh Jackman one, not the original). He looks in your head like the dog in The Lady and The Tramp but in human version.
And the very first thing this mf says when he writes his statement is "I've been procrastinating this shit for 50 years, but hey, I finally came to the Magnus Institute". So better late than never and all that jazz.
Quoooooooting timeeeee:
"I hear someone even made me a page on the Internet and it got a few thousand likes. I don’t know exactly what that means but it sounds nice." - Trevor Herbert, July 10th 2010
Aww, doesn't he sound nice? :D
"Obviously that’s not why I’m here, though, is it? No, I’m here because I have also dedicated my life to finding and killing vampires." - Also f*cking Trevor
Sorry u wHAT
" (...) but I do not have proof to give you except for the vampire teeth that I will leave with this statement." - Trevor "I brought you a souvenir" Herbert
" I killed my first vampire in 1959." - Trevor Herbert, THE LEGEND THE MAN THE MYTH
You wish you sound as badass xD
"I was hit by a stale, coppery smell that I did not recognise as old blood at the time, since I was barely 16 and did not have then the experience I have now." - Trevor, barely 16 but already a poet
I find upsetting how many statement givers were so young they didn't know they were smelling blood.
"The furniture and wallpaper had clearly not been changed in many decades, and a thick layer of dust covered everything." - Trevor, 16, also an offended interior designer
LOL the landlord when he tells you " I just painted everything, it's all new"
"I remember wondering whether Sylvia McDonald walked exactly the same route through the house always, as I saw other clear lines of passage in the rooms we passed through." - Trevor "WTF" Herbert
" It was 1968, I remember because that was the year United won the European Cup, (...)" - Trevor "Yes, I'm British, why u asking?" Herbert
"I do not know if you’ve ever felt your blood being sucked out of you, but I would not recommend it." - By Trevor, 0/5, no stars
"Regardless, there is substantial evidence to support the version of events told by Mr. Herbert in all aspects except the vampirism." - Jon Sims, April 13th 2016
He really said "I believe everything except the vampire bullshit" XD
"(...) It may be that they take Mr. Herbert’s statement far more seriously than I do." - Also Jon
He sees that a lot of government and law people takes this statement seriously and goes "hm how weird, why tho, it's all bullshit"
Small review:
The vampires in the tma universe are so freaking weird, disturbing of course, personally I can't really tell if they are scary tho, but I'm certain they are a mystery.
Gotta say, RIP Nigel, he seemed nice :(
I must admit Trevor is quite an interesting figure, he's intelligent and resourceful, can do much with almost nothing and put together every piece of information he has in a way he can reach a satisfactory conclusion. And then he just sticks with it. There are these monsters, which I know how to kill, and so I do it. Simple. Efficient. Practical as hell.
This is also the second time going clubbing has ended horribly for someone in tma, and honestly? Wtf
This guy just die in the break room, like, lmao. He really said "no time like the present, may as well reach supersaiyan state in that couch over ther", and he fucking did it
And then Jon ends everything by showing a lot of evidences while acting the sceptic part and it's so goddamn funny. He should be a comedian.
General overview:
Vibe: this one is so fucking wild, nice homeless grandpa ends up being the modern Van Helsing and "dies" in a couch at paranormal research institute. Iconic
Horror: there are cryptids in it, that's horror genre coded
Audio: pretty ASMR in general
Humour: hilarious Terminator Grandpa, feat.Jon being Jon
Score: 10/10
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12,18,22
22. Favorite place you visited this year?
answering this first because it'll come up in all of these (and is not a surprise to anyone who knows me because I haven't shut up about it since I got back!) but I got to go to japan for two weeks earlier this year and I still think about it all the time. a few specific memories: the fushimi inari shrines in kyoto - we visited very early in the morning, before it was too crowded, and we hiked what felt like a thousand steps up that mountain but it was beautiful. my friend lost his mother earlier in the year and specifically wanted to go as part of mourning her, and it was really moving to get to be there with him. i also think about the weird airbnb we stayed in in osaka with a decibel meter in it that would sound an alarm if we talked too loud, the little park by our place in shinjuku, the little dive bar where the bartender heard me tell someone i was from new orleans and put new orleans jazz on for the whole bar, the night we went clubbing and my friend got so out of his mind drunk we couldn't put him in a cab and the trains weren't running so my other friend and i looped our arms through his and army marched him like two miles back through tokyo to our place as the sun rose, singing songs to keep him moving, and feeling so happy. a million places. i can't wait to go back one day.
12. Talk about a new friend you made this year
so the reason the japan trip was able to happen at all was because one of my best friends won a bunch of money and wanted to help pay for part of the trip and invited me along; I knew a lot of the people going on the trip but not everybody, and I knew there was the possibility (as there always is in situations like this) of personalities rubbing the wrong way. traveling with people is weird! especially people you don't know. there was someone on the trip i hadn't known before, but i know that anyone who my friend likes enough to invite on a trip like this is a good egg. but even knowing that, we did NOT start out on the best foot - i got a bad first impression of her, and there were a few situations where i ended up VERY frustrated, we did NOT mesh, and at some point i snapped at her in front of everyone harsher than i meant to. long story short, a few days in we ended up split off from the group at one point in a big museum and we had this moment where realized that a lot of her behavior was because her anxiety was just absolutely out of control, and that she really just needed a buddy, and i had to step back and reengage with her in a different way, and after that we were a team. we became each other's travel buddy and there were several little adventures that she and i ended up having together that were some of my favorites of the whole trip, and wouldn't have happened if we hadn't figured out how to mesh, and i'm so grateful!
18. A memorable meal this year?
so PART of my friend paying for part of this trip was that he made all the decisions about where we were gonna stay, which we were happy to let him do especially because he'd been to japan before. he really wanted us to go to a ryokan in a hot springs town (something he'd done before), but none of us had ever been before or really knew anything about it, so when he kept telling us that there was this DINNER that was happening we all just were like, sounds great! well we fucked up because we're idiots and read the train schedule wrong, and we realized that we were actually going to get into the mountain town about four hours later than we were supposed to, which meant we were going to get into the ryokan not just after our arrival window, but way after dinner time. and my friend kept being like. THE DINNER....BUT THE DINNER. and all of us were like, it's ok!! we'll just get something when we get there! trying to be cool but he was so sad. like the ONE thing he had his heart set on. the amount of times he'd say 'and they have this DINNER...' and trail off. so we're going to be late, and as soon as we realized he called them to apologize profusely and the staff was VERY disappointed on the phone and were like, well, you might just have to eat noodles in the cafe because it will be so late, and we of course have no expectations AND felt terrible about being late so we're like, that's fine!!!!!! we're happy to!!!!!!! we're so sorry!!!!!!!! anyway - cut to us finally getting into this town. it's late. it's beautiful. it's cold. the place is lit up. we have to take cabs up the hill winding up this road through the trees and you can see the lights near the river below us. it's this sprawling property woven into the trees. stunning. and we're all exhausted and we're expecting to get a keycard and eat train snacks from our bag for dinner and pass out. but we get to the ryokan and a bunch of the staff had waited up for us which - mortifying!! so kind!! but they were so, so, so lovely, and helped us pick out our yukata to take to our rooms and we thought that was it, but the attendant was like - no, we have your dinner! we kept it warm for you. get dressed! and we were like ?? okay ?? and hurriedly got dressed in our yukatas and followed her back down the hallway (it was late, so it was so quiet, we felt like we were sneaking around after hours) and she took us through this winding historical building with all these VIEWS and then suddenly into a beautiful room with a table just absolutely laid out in a feast, carefully covered with paper until we got there. and my friend was like. I. TOLD. Y'ALL. THERE. WAS. A. DINNER. which does not even begin to cover what a kaiseki meal is, with multiple courses and beautiful dishware and fresh sashimi and your own little grill, and and and. it's not just dinner!! we thought it was just - dinner!! but it was one of the best meals of my entire life - we were so tired we were loopy, the plum wine was amazing, the staff were so kind, every dish was beautiful. i kept the printed japanese menu they gave us and brought it home and pressed it into a scrapbook like a nerd. you have to be!! more!! clear!!!!!!!!!! about what 'dinner' means!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but also, WHAT a memory, what a surprise, what a meal.
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hi girly!!
1. love love your stuff
2. hope you’re doing well fr
3. could i pls request a bob ship?
appearance wise i’m 5’5 with an average build. ngl i’m a little heavy on the top iykwim so my back always hurts fr. LOL anyways i have blue/green eyes and brown hair that has like goldfish highlights in the sun. i’m half asian half white so do with that what you will. i’m pretty pale honestly oh and my hair is long, like almost to my butt long. id like to think i have a nice smile lol and i love making a pouty face, it’s just so fun.
personality wise i’m an ENFP-T so i’m naturally extroverted and outgoing. i make friends wherever i go and i’m a great people person. i can hold conversations with really anyone and people always tell me i’m very mature and good with adults and older people. i’m also a 2w3 so i tend to be a bit of a people pleaser. i naturally am drawn to leadership positions and taking charge but when i do i often over extend myself trying to accommodate everyone and their every need. i am a generally funny person. sometimes i make a joke that goes too far but i love making others laugh. i also am always complimenting people. i can be insecure myself but i love making others feel good.
i can get into a mood very easily tho. i do my best to hide it but i am very busy so i am not always the greatest in the morning and if i spend too much time around certain people i get cranky. i don’t snap nearly as much as i used too but my friends can tell when something’s off. i hate getting in those moods where im sulking but it happens sometimes. usually after some joking around or spending time with other people i snap out of it. what can i say im stubborn.
i love being involved in school. student council, SPIRIT WEEK, choir, clubs— all that jazz. i’m a pretty good student yk like i have a good rep at school and am pretty well known. i am also a theater kid. i know im sorry. i have been singing for a really long time and it’s like my thing.
i love you sing, dance, act, read, write, listen to music, shop, and spend time with people. my love language is for sure quality time but i do love words of affirmation. i often get called an “old soul” because i am very sentimental with old school values and i am drawn to anything 40s-90s. i am a die hard 80s music and movie fan and my friends think it’s funny im so obsessed with the classics (if you couldnt tell i am a history and english nerd, my close friend calls me her “favorite history buff”) but yeah i love spending time with others. me and my dad bond over watching movies together and listening to music and you bet im the life of the party wherever i go. always the first to do or initiate something, jumping onto the dance floor first and being the last too leave — i don’t like missing out so i take all the chances i can.
anyways i hope that’s enough info and i’m sorry if that’s too much or i rambled. honestly id be grateful if you even read up to this point. if you get a chance to write a ship i would really appreciate it but if not i totally understand!! no pressure whatsoever. thank you bestie boo :)💛💛
I've not felt quite that happy in the past week for numerous reasons. I think with time I'll be fine. Dumb memories, yknow? I know what you mean I'm heavy on top as well lmao. I like the way you speak. You seem really exciting. Thanks for the request
here's your ship!! (🚢)
꒰ I ship you with . . . Floyd Talbert ৎ୭ ꒱
A mutual friend decided to hold a party that was themed to a 1950s sock hop. Dancing to 1950s music was an ideal situation for you especially with the fashion you'd dawn. It seems absolutely perfect, right?
In the corner of the dance hall, he kept glancing at your. Sure, he could probably dance with anyone he'd want to but he had formed a soft spot for you. Even if he didn't know you. Something about your energy was so lovely.
He fell from the start, something about you was... Well, he couldn't put his finger on it but he knew you two were meant to have a relationship... Even if he has some red flags (he comes off a bit player-ish but it's ok)
Your first date is shortly after your first meeting; The way you two met was romantic and by the end of the night had been obviously flirting. So, he asked for your number and when it'd be best to call you.
You two ended up planning the date at the local mall; There's an arcade and theatre nearby, plus mall food. So you two can window shop, go play games, or maybe watch a movie. Maybe all of the above. It seems quite wholesome.
Floyd kissed you goodnight, it wasn't on the lips. That'd be too much at a far too quick rate. He kissed your forehead and for a moment you saw him blush. It's been quite clear he isn't shy, but hey, he's got a soft spot for you. And he can't hide blush.
Your second first kiss— aka your real first kiss...
You initiated it. You gave his lips a quick peck at the end of one of your dates. He was awestruck by the feelings that fluttered around his stomach. You were everything he wanted to fall in love with. You're the measure of his dreams.
The song that represents you two is ; I Saw Her Standing There by The Beatles (pretty cute for you two <3)
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P5R broke me
Hello tumblr ! I finished playing Persona 5 Royal and I have a lot of feelings about it and need to put it out there. And tumblr seemed like the best place for it even though I haven't posted in years x)
Beware, this post will contain spoilers (well, the game is old but there still might be people like me who are late to the party).
So, first of all, I wanted to play a Persona game for a long time since I heard a lot of good things about it, but I never got to it 'cause I didn't have the motivation to spend 100+ hours into a game (says the girl who played WoW for 10 years). But since it recently came out on Switch and I didn't have any ongoing game I decided to finally give it a try. And I'm SO glad I played the royal version because Akechi was by far my favorite character and a big part of why I loved this game, and apparently he didn't have as much development in the original ? And Sumire was my second favorite so... yeah, royal for the win !
Anyway, to talk about the plot, basically this game broke me several times.
The confrontation with Akechi in Shido's palace was absolutely heartbreaking (props to the voice actors, JA and EN). A lot of what he said hit way too close to home, and the whole time I was yelling at my screen for Joker to say something ("say something i'm giving up on you" cover by Robbie Daymond playing in the background).
Anyway, I spent the rest of the game grieving (and raging against Shido because will you fucking die goddamnit, I've been fighting you for 45 minutes !!!!), but then Akechi reappears like nothing happened ??? And he's way too evasive about how he survived ????? And then Maruki's like, sike, got you, he dead ! ... Thank you game, I don't need to grieve a second time.
And of course, Akechi knew the whole fucking time, and didn't say anything, and he basically tells Joker he wants to die and tells him he doesn't need pity. Like, excuse me Sir ?! But first of all don't talk about yourself like that, and secondly, what about Joker in all of this ? This is not about pity, Joker wished for Akechi to be here. Like, seriously, Joker deserves to be happy after everything he's been through. And I get what Akechi is saying, he doesn't want to be toyed with by Maruki, like he's been controlled all his life, but he's aware of it, and I'm sure he could find happiness somewhere in this...
So... after staring at my screen 5 whole minutes, I took Maruki's offer. I'm weak, I know, I really just wanted to see them happy for once, they deserve the world. That end card is my wallpaper now.
But anyway, after taking a break, back to the true ending because I'm still curious despite it all. So we defeat Maruki, and Joker's reward is some time in jail and Akechi disappearing. Great. At least they get him out of jail but like, nobody talks to him about Akechi ? They know that Akechi was Joker's wish but they don't address it with him. Seriously, someone at least give this guy a hug, wtf ? Through the WHOLE game, he helped every single one of them. But no, he's the leader, he needs to stay strong, right...
And then when Joker goes to the jazz club.. and he still has Akechi's glove in his pocket... Excuse me, just crying over there.
To top it all, I was dating Sumire in this playthrough (rank 9 event done), but since I didn't get her to 10, the game acted like nothing happened. I spent valentine's day alone and it felt like Joker and her had broken up so it just added that much more drama lol.
But really, I love tragedies, and this game delivered. This was a well-crafted rollercoaster of emotion from start to finish and every hour was worth it. And it's very rare for me to do multiple playthough of a game, but I definitely will for this one. This is going in my top 5 games of all times for sure.
Anyway, I'm dead inside now and I'll probably be reblogging memes to cope x)
(Also, on a lighter note, the music in this game is a bop. Lyn is absolutely incredible.)
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Joe Fiedler’s Open Sesame - Fuzzy and Blue - my WVUD pal Ako turned me on to this last night, a trombone-led quintet doing Sesame Street songs! (Oh, and Fiedler actually works on Sesame Street!)
In 2019 trombonist Joe Fiedler released Open Sesame, packed with inventive jazz readings of material drawn from his longstanding “day job” as an EMMY-nominated music director and staff arranger for the famed children’s show Sesame Street. The effort was equally beloved by lay listeners and the jazz world alike. DownBeat praised the music’s “diverse aesthetic,” in which Fiedler blends “elements of funk, rock, free-jazz and New Orleans polyphony into a potent mix that gives depth and texture to the lighthearted compositions.” When Fiedler and the band toured the music, including a stop at Dizzy’s Club Coca-Cola with guest luminaries Wynton Marsalis and none other than Elmo himself, the realization set in that the project would be no one-off. “I have these songbooks from the Sesame Street office,” Fiedler says, “and if you whip through the first 30 tunes, absolutely everyone knows them. But there are six or seven thousand songs they’ve done over the past 50 years, with plenty of gold in there to do a second album for sure.”
Fuzzy and Blue, Fiedler’s second volume of Sesame Street songs, shines still more light on the extraordinary wit and melodic gift of the foundational Sesame Street composers Joe Raposo and Jeffrey Moss, among others. The album boasts the same top-tier lineup as Open Sesame, with a couple of twists. Trumpeter Steven Bernstein, who played on only part of Open Sesame, now becomes an integral cog in a nimble three-horn section, expanding and varying the palette and allowing Fiedler to bring his seasoned orchestration skills to the foreground. Reedman Jeff Lederer plays tenor and clarinet and relies more heavily on soprano sax this time out, helping achieve the ideal blend of colors and registers that Fiedler was seeking. Drummer Michael Sarin and bassist Sean Conly keep the rhythms locked and creatively churning, from the Dr. John/Professor Longhair vibe of “Fuzzy and Blue” to the reggae feel of “Elmo’s Song” (by Tony Geiss), to the Hugh Masekela-inspired Afropop of “Ladybug’s Picnic” (originally a peppy country novelty by the late William “Bud” Luckey).
The ensemble also gets a visit from vocal powerhouse Miles Griffith, the very model of a guest on Sesame Street. On the “I Love Trash/C Is for Cookie” melange (a one-two shot of Moss and Raposo), Griffith’s singing is unabashed, larger than life, uproariously funny but insightful and firmly in control. He’s equally compelling in a sociopolitical vein on “I Am Somebody,” in which Fiedler combines an original song with the lyrics of Reverend William Holmes Borders — words recited to powerful effect on Sesame Street in 1972 by Reverend Jesse Jackson. Fiedler felt a need on Fuzzy and Blue to acknowledge social tumult at the close of the Trump presidency and the still-tentative aftermath of the COVID pandemic. “We Are All Earthlings,” a gentle and idyllic Jeffrey Moss folk ballad from 1993, accomplishes this as well, though Fiedler brings a stark added tension with his Stravinsky-esque horn voicings.
Throughout the album there’s an atmosphere of fun, “a sense of burlesque” as Fiedler put it in the Open Sesame liner notes, that flows from the trombonist’s deep love of Ray Anderson, the Jazz Passengers, Carla Bley and other major influences. Steven Bernstein’s Sexmob is another. The improvisational openness and risk of Fiedler’s trio dates Sacred Chrome Orb, The Crab, I’m In and Joe Fiedler Plays the Music of Albert Mangelsdorff also carry over to this more song-oriented endeavor. Fuzzy and Blue, like its predecessor, is Fiedler’s way of bringing it all together, reminding himself and all of us that inspiration can and does come from everywhere, and that everything is connected.
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March 4th, 2024
I did genuinely attempt to be ready to get to Maastricht early in the day to spend more time with former Italian roommate (FIR) but that obviously didn't happen. I am kinda glad though, because it takes 30 minutes to get to my faculty from her apartment and that would have been a pain to do multiple times in one day.
I met with my supervisor where we decided to do a fresh install of MATLAB because he said he remembers there being a checkbox I might need to tick. My laptop was still working on uninstalling when it was time for the lab meeting to start. He had another meeting at the same time, but walked me to mine because the room was different. I'm very grateful for that because I have no sense of direction and I find the building very confusing. It still takes me about 10 minutes to find my supervisor's office.
There were some familiar faces in the meeting, which I was happy about. Having to fiddle with my laptop every few minutes also gave me an outlet during the presentation. The PhD student presenting is also doing something with rhythms but her focus seems to be more on the default mode network. She's also using fMRI and eeg. Afterwards some of the other masters students were talking about how they think she and one of the other PhD students are hardcore flirting. This is at odds with the fact that one of the guys thinks he heard her say she has a boyfriend. Faulty information, a misreading of the situation, or a blossoming forbidden romance? Who's to say? I was able to contribute that I heard them talking about getting drinks later today. Suspicious, no?
FIR tried to meet me at the bus stop near her house, but my bus arrived sooner than she thought so I ended up wandering around with offline google maps while she stood at the bus stop. Eventually she spotted me and we headed inside. The first thing I did was set up my laptop to start downloading MATLAB and chatted a little. She made dinner, a spinach dish that I had loved before. She complained about her roommates a lot which I thought was pretty bold considering they were all in the house. They're all Italian, so it was like I stepped into a little Italian outpost in the middle of the Netherlands. I haven't met that many Italians at uni, but as soon as you know one person of a specific nationality you generally find out that people with similar backgrounds tend to flock to eachother. FIR didn't start out intending for a 100% italian household, but these things happen.
There were (of course) several bottles of wine in the kitchen. One immediately caught my eye due to the label's incredible graphic design. It has, what I presume to be, a drawing of Zeus/Jupiter staring angrily ahead with the words "ROMAGNA DOP SANGIOVESE SUPERIORE RISERVA 2020" on it in what i can only describe as a microsoft word style font. I made FIR take a photo of me with the bottle.
After dinner, we went into town to get some dessert. She suggested an Irish pub nearby that had some sticky toffee she wanted to try. They didn't have any when we got there, but they did have some sort of creme brulee dish. I paid as a thank you for hosting me, and got myself a ginger beer. She decided to try ginger ale because she's not the biggest fan of ginger but was curious, and ended up not minding it.
The dessert was interesting. It came in a bowl with the sugar topping snapped and crumbled on top. There was also fruits mixed it, I think maybe oranges and something else? Not sure. Everytime I felt I had decided if I liked it or not I would take another bite that would change my opinion.
Afterward, we went to this jazz club to hear live music. The band was incredible, and it was packed. We leaned against the windows in the back in front of a table with chairs that had long since been squeezed around other tables. While we listened, we spotted cards that had been left on every table that were "never have I ever." Armed with Google translate, we played, and I very quickly lost. This was just in time for the band to start playing Freedom '90, and everyone started going insane. We danced and sang along, and I tried to get at least one video of FIR dancing because she always takes photos of other people.
As we were leaving, FIR spotted her roommate walking with a girl she very excitedly told me was also American. The girl was from New York, buti could've guessed that without being told. Truly she emobided every single negative stereotype about New Yorkers, but I tried my best to be nice. I think FIR was expecting us to be instant besties, and seemed a little taken aback when that did not happen. Ah well.
As we walked back, we talked about school systems and how the only reason I am a grade ahead of FIR is because I did the America system. She doesn't like it when I talk about being older because we were born in the same year. We are only the same age for 2 and a half months out of the year. I did tell her, though, that the reason my parents decided not to put me in Japanese school was because they would have sorted me in the year below. I guess being a spring baby just means that everybody wants you in their class.
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hi, hello i dropped out of film school and i need to use my incomplete degree somehow so I’m gonna score/soundtrack ‘The Secret History’ (with explanation where i feel like it).
- Richard arrives in Hampden - Train Song by Vashti Bunyan OR Night’s in White Satin by The Moody Blues
Both songs equally fit the vibe, i can’t choose.
- when Richard see the Greek Class for the first time and tries to get a hold of Julian - Just Like a Woman by Bob Dylan
- Julian’s pretentious ass monolouge about beauty - Etiquette by Land Lines
(only the instrumentals tho) Ala the intense jazz club scene from Kill Your Darlings
- Bunny and Richard having dinner together - Orpheus Under the Influence by The Buttertones, Les Cactus by Jacques Dutronc, Istanbul (Not Constantinople) by They Might Be Giants
- that bit before Richard had dinner at the twins the first time (when he and the twins go to that graveyard) - Stephanie Says by The Velvet Underground
- the actual dinner with the greek class - Dionysus by The Buttertones
Name a more appropriate song with a more appropriate vibe. I’ll wait.
- the country house introduction (from the beginning of the drive to when Charles plays Chopin) - A Picture of Dorian Gray by Television Personalities
- country house vignettes - Half a Million Miles from Home by Diane Cluck, I Love You So by The Walters, A Sight To Behold by Devendra Banhart
- the bacchanal retelling (i’d like to think any adaptation would stay faithful to the singular perspective of Richard, but by “retelling” i mean shots of the bacchanal and not just Henry sitting in a dark room giving exposition) - Hurdy Gurdy Man by Donovan OR The Singer by Ty Segall
If you’ve watched the show Britannia (highly recommend for people who like tsh (and/or good omens) by the way) that is the vibe I’m trying to hit with this.
- the winter sequence - California Dreamin’ by The Mamas and The Papas
LISTEN.TO.THE.LYRICS. this song is perfect and you cannot convince me otherwise. Not only do the lyrics match but the song has a very melancholy and almost lonely sound to it. The pacing of the song also fits with that of the book.
- cocaine in the burger king parking lot (i had to include it, k (EVEN THO CANONICALLY FREE BIRD BY LYNYRD SKYNYRD IS PLAYING)) - Queen Bitch by David Bowie OR My Love by Crocodylus
The peak comedy of Judy and Richard doing speed to one of these songs and then seeing Henry in a new age shop. Also i did coke once while on a road trip in the bush and I can confidently say that both of these songs incapsulate how it felt to be off my face while 4w driving.
- the search party sequence - These Boots Are Made For Walkin’ by Nancy Sinatra
Again... LISTEN.TO.THE.LYRICS. it can be construed as two different narrative voices, Bunny’s and Henry’s, mocking one another with one of them finally managing to screw the other over (Henry). Also not only does Bun walk all over Henry, but then once Bunny dies the search party literally walks all over the top of his snow covered body. The pacing would also be immaculate, can you imagine. The song could also be making references to how Richard should be paying closer attention to Henry “I just found me a brand new box of matches, And what he knows you ain't had time to learn”.
- the funeral after party - Queen Jane Approximately by Bob Dylan
The absolute fucking melancholy that would occur with the juxtaposition of this song with the sheer level of depression that’s beggining to set in, it would be just ... *chef’s kiss*. Also, the lyrics (a subtle critique of the Corcorans perhaps). And anyway the sad harmonica should say it all.
- Richard going to Henry’s garden and Henry basically saying he has aspd - Sea of Love by Cat Power
this song is kind of jaunty and off kilter. Like it sounds like it was supposed to be comforting but really it’s just unnerving. Exactly how I imagine finding out your friend doesn’t give a shit about killing someone would feel.
Richard and Francis talking shit (when he admits to sleeping with Charles) - Distrust by Aibhe Reddy
- when Richard’s shot in the back of the ambulance - Sleep Till They Die by La Luz
listen to this song and tell me it isn’t perfect. You can’t. This is THE *my friend shot me by accident and now i’m dying in the back of an ambulance and i’m gonna use it to get out of my finals* song
- epilogue/credits - Runaway by The National, Farewell Transmission by Songs: Ohia
The transition between this and Sleep Till They Die would be absolutely immaculate. Also a weird kinda parallel to the Richard arrives in Hampden options bc all three kind of have the same underlying beat just at different tempos.
- that one bit in the epilogue when Richard dreams about Henry - Landscapes (interlude) by Herrick & Hooley
- honourable mentions (aka I googled songs that came out in 1982/1983 and i now have the cursed knowledge that all of these songs were canonically on the radio during tsh) - Africa by TOTO, Billie Jean by Michael Jackson, Land Down Under by Men at Work, Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners, Every Breath You Take by The Police, Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler, Maniac by Michael Sembello
#the secret history#donna tartt#henry winter#richard papen#charles macaulay#Camilla Macaulay#Francis Abernathy#Bunny Corcoran
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Love Angler, Alexandra Parker was her real name.
She became pretty known in that zone in little time, thanks to her angelic voice and kindness towards the people who visited the club at night. She even had a longer microphone string made just so that she could've walked in between the tables and interact with the customers while singing.
She was very gregarious, people loved that.
And strangely I admit that I agree with them. She captured my attention with her friendly and hospitable personality along with her lovely smile, and somehow I captured hers. We admired each other from afar and we were both aware of it, but neither of us made the first move.
That night she was singing "Let's do it" by Ella Fitzgerald, another one of her beautiful covers that entertained the whole Jazz Club.
Since she started singing, we always kept our eyes on each other even when she moved around the place, eventually moving her gaze on the other costumers.
But she made sure to look at my direction every time she was singing a specific line of the song.
Until she made her way through some tables, making graceful steps towards my table shared with two of my friends, while always keeping eye contact and singing; her light blue dress and jacket sparkled under the warm lights of the club.
She then stopped right in front of me; the sweet voice from her glossy lips more audible thanks to the little distance between us.
Afterwards she gently took my chin with her gloved left hand and slowly slightly leaned to be about on the same level as my seated form, her green eyes penetrating into my turquoise ones, and then she proceeded to say that exact same line of the song that made our eyes meet every time.
"Let's do it, let's fall in love."
I had this AU in my mind since a loooong time and I've finally decided to do something of it :'')
And I felt like changing the composition of the draw, because while I wanted to do my usual cinematographic POV (with the black bands and orange subtitles) I also wanted to capture Alex's dress that wouldn't have had much "space" into my usual composition, so yeah that's why I changed it :)
Also for her dress I took inspiration from a dress that I saw on this site, I just changed the color
Now, have this little dumb continuous of the scene
Yes Polnareff is already drunk, and Sway is only the second song of that night HAHAHAH
Also MEME TIME!
The look Polnareff and Kakyoin gave to eachother when Alexandra took Jotaro's chin and sang that line:
Also here you go a version without lights, so that you can see the original colors :)
#jjba au#jazz club au#jotaro kujo#alexandra parker#jean pierre polnareff#kakyoin noriaki#blushing joot#•🐠's comics•
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The quote from Shirley made me think of the one press conference thing where a guy (there always has to be some ‘wacky’ guy asking dumb questions at these things) asked Charlie if he had a business card. Charlie seemed annoyed and said “this is my business card” and pointed at his face. I thought good for you Charlie! It was nice to see a moment of ‘I know who I am’ confidence.
After a little sleuthing, I found it in a documentary about The Bigger Bang tour:
It is a funny interaction. He dealt with enough wackiness/idiocy on a regular basis, he wasn't putting up with any more. But what you said is true, it's a moment of 'I know who I am' confidence, and those are nice to see because they were quite rare with him.
He's one of those people where I guess you have to make a distinction between self-respect and self-confidence. Charlie had an immense amount of self-respect, something that showed itself in how he chose to live. He had a very certain image of who he wanted to be, which wasn't some kind of hedonistic rock god, and he conducted himself in accordance with that image (loyal to his wife, well dressed in a classical way, devoted to jazz, etc) even though it made him stick out in some ways.
At the same time, he didn't have a massive amount of confidence in his own abilities. Charlie was the first person to insist that he was "just the drummer", wasn't a great drummer at that, and that the band could fire or replace him easily. And Charlie was absolutely the only person of the four of them that believed that. It's sort of ironic that they fell into that dynamic, because based on the history of the band, it really should have been the other way around. They knew they were getting something extraordinary with him, he was the one taking a chance to go with them.
This is probably a slightly boring detour into history, but it's interesting to note that Charlie's ultimate drum hero was a guy called Dave Tough. Tough was an American swing and jazz drummer who played from the late '20s to 1948, and if you read interviews with almost any musician who worked in that period, they're full of praise for him. Which would come as a surprise to some people, as he's been forgotten relative to figures like Gene Krupa and Buddy Rich, famous for their long solos and big kits. As a drummer and a man; "Dave was the single most musical drummer that I've ever known...a sweet man, a gentle man" according to Artie Shaw. He was an extremely thin little man who dressed sharply every day, loved to make art and wanted to be a writer, and hated taking solos. Ultimately, he drank himself to death because, among other things, he felt he wasn't a good enough drummer.
I think one of the most beautiful things about the story of the Stones, if you can call it that, is that they worked so very hard to try to make sure that Charlie never felt the way his hero did. They did everything they could to give him confidence, always.
There's a striking moment during an interview from 2013 where Mick is explaining why Charlie couldn't play with the Stones for their Marquee Club gig in 1963, and, with Charlie sitting right next to him, he just casually tosses this out:
Likewise, there's a little throw-away line in an intro Mick did for Charlie a few years ago that strikes the same chord. He refers to Charlie as Max Roach, who was another one of Charlie's heroes and a highly respected and technically talented bebop drummer. It was Mick's way of saying 'we don't care how mediocre you think you are, we think you're as extraordinary as this guy who was one of the two or three greatest jazz drummers ever':
Ronnie was just the same:
It bears noting here, in relation to Charlie's comment about being replaceable, that the Stones have made a very conscious choice not to replace him. This is how Keith put it: "You took Charlie, everything fell apart, and to be able to transition this thing and also feeling Charlie's presence in a way via Steve...[was important]." Steve is filling in for Charlie, and he's doing it precisely because he was a close student of Charlie's style, so through him they can retain their link to Charlie when they play.
Of course, Keith was Charlie's biggest fan and booster. Like Mick, Keith took all the joy in the world in grabbing him and making him try to see how talented he was via the thousands of people screaming their admiration for him:
He could basically give a graduate level lecture on why Charlie was amazing, and would do it for any journalist who would listen:
And he did everything humanly possible to give Charlie the confidence he needed to get out there and kill as a band leader. I know we've all seen this picture:
It's Mick and Keith coming out together to support Charlie's big band premiere at Ronnie Scott's in 1985. But what you discover, if you read the reviews of all of the various bands, quartets, tenets, etc. that Charlie fronted over the years, is that Keith came to every premiere no matter where it was, and every New York performance. In fact, he and Patti flew from Jamaica specifically to see Charlie start a residency at the Blue Note in 1986. But if you look at those pieces, you'll also see a lot of stuff like this:
"Mr. Watts is as modest as can be. He waited until nearly the end to introduce the musicians; while he was presenting the bassist Dave Green, touchingly, as ''my childhood friend,'' Keith Richards, sitting at a table with a retinue, a poodle and an ever-lighted cigarette, heckled in mock surprise, 'You have one?'"
That wasn't Keith being mean to Charlie. A music critic actually discovered the real reason. Jazz band leaders are basically required, in addition to introducing their players, to do patter between songs and interact with the audience. Charlie was shy, both hated public speaking and thought he was dismally bad at it. So Keith would heckle him throughout a performance in order to make Charlie feel like he was the only person there, and like everything was safe and comfortable.
Anyway, this is far too long, but yeah, Mick, Keith, and Ronnie knew (and know) they had something singular in Charlie Watts, and they're still out there trying to show Charlie just how special he was:
#sorry that this is painfully long#but all the nine billion ways Mick and Keith and Ronnie tried to give Charlie confidence make me feel some kind of way#a band that's really a family#the rolling stones#charlie watts#keith richards#mick jagger#old married band#ronnie wood#the married trio#middle aged married band#dave tough#anonymous#ask response
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First Date with the Vets - Levi
Big shoutout to @chaotic-nick for making this lovely banner for me!
Overall Summary: I had this idea to do a first date with the vets and what it would be like. I am including Erwin, Levi, Miche, and Hange in this list. Each date will be different, but all of them will be set in modern au.
Check out Erwin’s story here and Miche’s story here, and Hange’s story here
Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader
Content: Nearly all fluff, a tiny hint at sex
Word Count: ~ 5,600
Summary: Reader gets invited to a jazz club by her best friend who says she will be bringing another friend. When her best friend decides not to show up, she is left with an acquaintance she barely knows while they try to make the best of the situation.
The moment you stepped into the jazz club, the smell of smoke hit your nostrils and you were wondering why you let your friend pick the venue for your night out. You always let her pick and something like this always happened.
You looked around the club, trying to find that familiar orange head of curls you were so used to seeing. You were always jealous of Fen’s hair, she hated standing out in the crowd, but you were always telling her how she should own it, every time you walk into a room, that’s your chance to own the room. She had definitely come a long way from her shy, nerdy middle school days.
A second sweep of the room and you still didn’t see her. You must be the first one there. Or it was possible the other friend Fen said she was bringing would be there. You couldn’t remember who she said it would be. You didn’t have many other mutual friends so you knew it must be someone you hadn’t met many times before.
You opened up your clutch purse and pulled out your phone, checking the messages of who she said was coming. You scrolled through to a couple days before and found it.
[Please don’t bring someone weird that I have to make small talk with.]
[Haha! It’s that guy you met a couple times.]
[Don’t worry, he hates small talk.]
She never was very good at describing people. Well at least you wouldn’t have to worry about small talk if he was here. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder who she was talking about. Honestly, the club wasn’t that big. There were only a handful of tables in front of the stage and most of the tables behind the dropped seating were empty. Another sweep of the crowd, this time not focusing on anything and you spotted him. His silky jet-black hair was shining off of the dim lighting as he scrolled through his phone.
You moved to the table, squeezing through the annoying congregation of people blocking the stairs. As you approached the table, you realized that it was entirely possible that him being here was a coincidence and he wasn’t the friend Fen invited. You mentally shrugged, it didn’t really matter at that point, even if he wasn’t, you’d at least have someone to talk to while you waited. He wasn’t the most talkative person, but he certainly wasn’t the worst.
Standing across from him at the table, you watched as his eyes slowly trailed up your body until they reached your face. He had a disinterested look in his eyes, but still shifted in his seat, sitting up straight.
“I’m not sure if you remember me,” you started, smiling, “I’m friends with Fenmore.”
“I do.”
“Oh, great.” You relaxed your shoulders a bit and reached your hand forward.
“Y/N, right?” The man extended his hand to you and you shook it.
“Yes.” You were surprised he remembered because you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you. “Sorry, I forgot your—”
“Levi.”
“Levi. It’s nice to see you again.” You pulled your hand away and smiled wider. “You wouldn’t happen to be meeting Fenmore here tonight, would you?”
“I am.” The corner of his mouth lifted the tiniest bit and you took it as a smile.
“I thought so. I’m also meeting her, though I’m not sure where she is.” You looked around the club briefly and then back at Levi, gesturing at the chair in front of you. “Do you mind if I sit here?”
“Not at all.” He started standing up from his chair and stopped halfway when he saw you put your hand up.
“You don’t have to stand.” He didn’t seem as unfriendly as you remembered him being the couple other times you met him. He definitely seemed very standoffish and cold, but certainly not as unapproachable as you had in your memory. “You like jazz?”
“I like jazz.” He nodded, looking at the stage. “It’s the jazz lounge I’m not really fond of.”
“I can relate to that.” You laughed and he looked back over to you, his eyes slightly more interested in you than they were a moment before. “If it weren’t for Fen always trying to drag me out here. This is one of her favorite places, though I’m sure you know that.”
“I didn’t, actually.”
“Ah.” You nodded in understanding.
You were sure he would know her love of jazz lounges, this one in particular. Anyone that knew Fen well enough knew it and there was a part of you that thought for sure Fen and Levi were dating. She talked about him just enough that you could recognize him, but not overboard, the way people are just before they start a relationship. Then again, it didn’t make sense why she would invite you out with him if they were newly dating.
“Yes, well, it’s probably better that way.” You laughed. “Otherwise you might get dragged out here each week like me.”
He nodded, still staring at you and you looked at your purse, struggling to nail this guy down. He wasn’t being rude, but he wasn’t really engaging in any sort of conversation. You thought back to what Fen said, ‘he hates small talk’ and smiled to yourself.
A female server walked up to your table and set a drink down and you and Levi both looked up at her.
“The gentleman at the bar sent this over for you.” She smiled and left.
“Oh, a martini.” You looked over to the bar, but the club was way too dark to actually see anyone. You turned to Levi. “Should I drink it?”
“Do you like martinis?”
“I like martinis. It’s the guy I’m not sure I’m fond of.” You repeated his choice of words from a couple minutes before. He let out a puff of air and you almost got a glimpse of his teeth.
You could imagine him having a really great smile and the work to get him to show it was starting to look like a lot more fun than you expected.
“What the hell? I’ll drink it.” You moved the drink closer to you and signaled for the server to come over.
“Are you ordering something else?” Levi asked, shifting in his seat a little.
“No, I’m going to send a drink to him to let him know I like the drink, but not him.” You watched as Levi’s eyes widened the slightest bit and his mouth opened as if to speak. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nicer in my choice of words.”
You smiled as the server came to the table and you caught the tiniest little smile from Levi before he quickly dropped it, his face returning to his default gaze.
“What can I get for you?” It was the same server that brought the drink to you.
“Yes, I’d like to buy the gentleman that sent this drink to me something,” you started, “and if you wouldn’t mind, please tell him thank you, but I’m already entertaining another man.”
You gestured to Levi and watched him shift in his seat again.
“Which drink would you like to send?” You hadn’t even thought about that.
“What do you like to drink, Levi?” You turned to him.
“Old fashioned.” He looked at the waitress and his eyes travelled back to you, the little corner of his mouth turning up again. You handed your card to the server and she left.
“So how did you get roped into coming out tonight then? You asked him. “Since you like jazz, but not jazz clubs.”
“Fenmore asked me what I was doing on Friday and I told her I didn’t have plans.” He admitted.
“Big mistake.” You laughed. “You know, she was like this when we were kids too. We actually met because I told her I didn’t have plans for my 13th birthday. She ended up planning this whole baseball themed birthday part for me and invited a whole bunch of people from our grade.”
“Why a baseball theme?”
“You know, I don’t know.” You thought about it and the memory made you smile, when you looked up at Levi, he leaned a little closer. “The funny thing is, I love baseball. I still don’t know how she knew it though.”
Enjoying his sudden decision to participate in conversation, you were about to ask him a question when you felt your phone buzz and you opened your clutch to check it.
[Sorry, can’t make it tonight.]
[You have fun though.]
[You know I hate this place]
[I’m sure the company isn’t too bad ;) ]
That’s a weird response. You narrowed your eyes at your phone, suspecting Fen was up to something and she wasn’t fully clear on what tonight was. You looked up and Levi was putting his phone down.
“I take it you got a similar text from Fen.” You questioned.
“She’s not coming?”
“She’s not coming.” You sighed and looked around. The club was starting to get busier as it got later in the night. “I guess if Fen’s not here and we both hate this place, we could probably just go.”
You shrugged and Levi nodded. Just as you both were standing up, a server came over to your table, different from the one before.
“Can I get you guys anything to drink?” You didn’t even realize this place took orders without you having to call a server over. You looked to Levi, checking to see if he still wanted to leave and he shrugged.
“We could stay for one drink.” Levi suggested, smiling, and you caught the tiniest glimpse of his teeth, sparkling in the dim club lighting.
“I guess I did get all dressed up.” You propped your chin on your arm and smiled at him. There really was something interesting about him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You knew there was more to him than he was letting on and there was just something about the chase that he was giving that really kept you wanting more.
You were looking in his eyes now, the stone grey really suited his face and it’s not that anyone ever looked terrible in clubs, you were sure that was the whole reason it was dark all the time, but there was something so bewitching when the glitter of that random disco ball shine caught his face just right. You watched his eyes look to his right several times and then back to you and you wondered what he was looking at. Then you remembered the server standing there.
“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry.” You watched Levi laugh to himself and you couldn’t hold back your smile. “I’ll take a screwdriver and he’ll have an old fashioned?”
Levi nodded and the server was off to get the drinks.
“You know, I didn’t realize they come to your table to take your order in this place.” You leaned forward, whispering. “It’s never happened before.”
“Maybe this place isn’t as bad as we thought.” Levi put his phone in his pocket and rested his arms on the table, his attention fully on you as he moved closer.
“That’s enough to change your mind?” You also leaned closer to him.
“That’s enough for me to keep an open mind.” He moved even closer and it made you wish the table was smaller so you could get closer to him. You smiled at him, still staring. You really loved a man that didn’t feel the need to fill silence. There was also a quiet confidence that Levi had. Do his eyes ever stop shimmering?
“What is it that you do, Levi?”
“You first.”
“I’m an internal auditor. My job is boring.” You waved your hand is a dismissive way. “I’m more interested in what you do.”
“I—”
“Here are your drinks.” The server was back, setting your screwdriver in front of you and, what looked like, a cosmo in front of Levi. “Can I get you anything else?”
“Yes actually, sorry, he ordered an old fashioned.” You pointed to Levi’s drink.
“I’m so sorry about that.” The server took the drink and set it on his tray. “I’ll be back with that old fashioned.”
You thanked the server and looked back at Levi, sliding your untouched martini over to him.
“How do you feel about martinis while you wait?”
You quickly learned that Levi wasn’t really a person that enjoyed doing most of the talking. He was very much a listener, but there were certain things you could learn about him even through the few things he did say. For starters, you could immediately sense how loyal he was based on how he described his friends. You had managed to figure out that he owned his own business and from what you understood, it was relatively successful, though you were sure he was downplaying his own success significantly. He was in the military for fourteen years and had actually hired quite a bit of his comrades when they got out. A quality that had you scooting closer to him around the table.
Owning his own business definitely told you he spent a lot of his time working and you admired that in another person considering you were that kind of person and you couldn’t even explain how many relationships had failed in the past because your partner couldn’t understand that. He was also quite strong in his conviction which you found surprising since he was such a quiet and unobtrusive person.
You were two drinks in when the club started getting louder and while you definitely enjoyed having to lean closer to Levi to have him speak in your ear, it really was becoming difficult to continue the conversation and when you leaned closer to him and he dipped his head down so you could speak in his ear, you asked if he wanted to go somewhere a little quieter. He nodded and leaned closer to you.
“I know a place.” And you both stood up, closing your tab and heading out. This was the first time you’d stood next to Levi and while you knew he was shorter than you from your previous times meeting, there was something quite cute about standing next to him and feeling his height then. Though you had to admit, when he rested his hand on your lower back to help guide you out of the club, your thoughts were far from cute.
“So where is this place you know?” You asked, not even getting the chance to shiver in the night air before Levi’s blazer was being placed over your shoulders. You looked to him quickly and smiled, thanking him. This guy was next-level perfect.
“It’s a tea café not far from here, a couple blocks maybe.”
“A tea café that’s open at—” You checked your watch, “—two o’clock in the morning?”
“It’s kind of open whenever I want it to be.” He smiled shyly.
That was sort of a weird thing to say. You started to worry that maybe you were about to break in to the shop and while you were always up for an adventure, that wasn’t the kind of adventure you liked.
“It’s right up there.” He pointed and you could see at the end of the block, a small, dark shop. You lived near here and had seen this shop quite a bit, but never really realized what it was. The arched wooden French doors in the front along with the wide windows and dark exterior were always really appealing to you, but never went inside because you never realized it was a café.
“Are you sure it’s okay if we go in here? It looks closed.” You worried, moving closer to Levi and lightly holding his arm. He reached in his pocket and pulled out keys, putting them in the lock.
“Trust me. I know the owner.” He smiled at you. It may have only been a small little lift in the corner of his mouth, but you were realizing that this little smile Levi had, was his way of being playful and the idea that he was showing you this side of him, as small of a reveal as it was, made your heart lift a little and you smiled back.
The lock clicked and he pushed the door open. The café was dark, but as soon as the door was open, you could smell the coffee from the machines and wood from the décor, all of it was so warm and welcoming. Levi clicked on the lights and pulled you forward, you hadn’t even realized at what point he had grasped your hand.
“Pick a seat.” He told, moving behind the counter. “I’ll make us some tea.”
You walked around, looking at everything. There was definitely a feeling of cozy warmth and you were really enjoying it. You weren’t really someone that had much of an eye for design, but you really loved how everything was set up. White brick walls on the interior with open shelving for all the unique, but similar mug designs. There was a lot of wood, between the hardwood floors, the wooden stools and wooden shelves in the corner. It was manly, but quaint and very one-of-a-kind. It was very Levi.
You were starting to understand why he found it so funny that he knew the owner. You smiled at his little joke and kept walking to find a seat. There was a small corner away from the windows that caught your eye and you took a seat on the inner bench. Before you had the chance to really look around from your spot, Levi was walking over with two cups on a tray.
“I hope you’re okay with black tea.” He sat down and set a cup in front of you. “It’s kind of my thing.”
“Your thing, huh?” You slipped your fingers around the steaming mug and shivered as your body warmed up. “Then I’m definitely okay with it.”
Levi smiled slightly and sat down across from you. You could feel his legs stretched out under the table, a foot on either side of your leg. It’s not like he was a tall guy, so you wondered how much thought he put into stretching his legs out so that they were rubbing against yours. You smiled to yourself at the thought and it really surprised you just how into this guy you were.
“So, the owner of this place.” You started, your finger dancing around the rim of your mug. “Is he single?”
“He is.”
“And is he interested in women?”
“One in particular.” You looked up to meet his eyes and smiled.
“Does she happen to be sitting across from him right now?” You were expecting to have to gauge his tiny reaction at your question and watched closely. Maybe you’d get the smallest widening of his eyes or a twitch in his eyebrows or the corner of his lips lifting. He looked into your eyes and you watched his lips curl into the widest smile you had seen him ever give. You were sure his eyes wrinkled a little.
“When did you figure out I was the owner?” He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and bit down lightly. It had your heart beating so intensely you were sure he could hear it.
“The moment you turned on the lights.” You tried to laugh lightly and look around the café. “This place is very ‘you’.”
“I did have a bit of help with decorating.”
“So then you met Fen through the bank?” You took a sip from the mug and smiled. Damn, that’s good tea. “She must have been your lender?”
“She was. I met her through a friend that works with her. He’s the one that recommended her to me.” You smiled and tried to hide it quickly, but he saw and he started smiling. “Why are you smiling?”
“It’s nothing. I was just wondering how we’ve only met handful of times when you’ve known Fen for a couple years.” You took another sip of tea. “Also, how I’ve never been inside this shop when the tea’s so good and it’s right around the corner from my place.”
At that, Levi let out the cutest little chuckle while he looked down, covering his mouth with his fist and you don’t know how you had the restraint to hold yourself back from grabbing him.
“You know,” you started nervously, looking down at your mug, “I actually thought that you and Fen were dating.”
Levi looked up to you quickly and you continued.
“I thought that was her reason for inviting me tonight. To check out the new boyfriend.” You looked up to him. “But after talking to you, I can see that you wouldn’t be her type.”
“I see.”
“Yeah, she goes for the really visually obnoxious types, the ones lacking ambition and drive, the ones she ends up having to take care of.” You explained. “It can be quite frustrating to watch as her friend.”
“And you?” He asked quietly. “You don’t like that type?”
“I like the opposite.” You rested your chin on your hand and looked at him as he slowly leaned closer. “I like the quiet… confident… successful… slightly harder to pin down man.”
You looked at his hand on the table and you were about to rest your hand on his, but thought better of it and decided to change the subject. It was starting to get a bit too intimate for how late it was in the night and you knew what you were like when that happened.
“So—” you leaned back against the bench, “—how has it been owning a tea café? It must take a lot of work.”
“It’s been good. It’s busy enough.” Despite you leaning backwards, Levi still felt close to you and he leaned in a bit more. “The commute isn’t bad considering I live right upstairs.”
Oh. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. It wasn’t often that you were surprised by what people say but you didn’t expect it from him. That was bold. You could tell by the look in his eyes what he meant. That was extremely bold. You looked closer at him, wanting to make sure you weren’t misunderstanding. He looked down at the table and you had a feeling he was going to say more. You waited and he cleared his throat.
“Honestly, I bought the whole building when I first thought about the café.” He smiled, but looked a bit conflicted in what he was trying to say, his mouth opening slightly before closing, his eyes stuck to the mug in front of him.
You were watching him and waiting for him to finish his thought. He may not have been much of a talker, but when he did speak, you hung on every word. Your arms prickled with goosebumps as you watched him struggle while his lips waited to get the message from his brain on what it was he was trying to say.
“Do you want to see the roof?” He looked up at you, set on the decision he made to ask. “It’s cold outside, but the view is really what made me buy the building.”
He looked away quickly, his cheeks growing pink, slight discomfort from revealing something about himself, but you couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face at the tiniest little invitation into his mind.
“I’d love to.” You bit your lip at his shy smile. How he could nearly invite you to his apartment with such confidence, but blush at the idea of revealing his favorite spot in the city was beyond you, but it had your breath catching. You stood up and he took the mugs, setting them behind the counter.
Behind the seating area was a door to the backroom that must have been used for employees, Levi opened the door and went in, looking around and coming back out.
“I was hoping there was a blanket left in there.” He grabbed your hand and guided you to the stairwell. It was much colder in there, the stale air freezing from the dropping temperature outside. You were thankful that Levi let you keep his jacket on your shoulders. Maybe wearing a backless jumpsuit was a bad idea for a cold autumn night. It definitely looked good though.
When you reached the second landing, Levi unlocked the door and pushed it open, flicking on the lights. You could tell right away that this was his apartment and he let go of your hand as he walked inside, not wanting you to feel obligated to follow him. But you did follow him. You stepped inside the warmth and let yourself feel the same welcome you did when you walked into the café.
His apartment had a feeling similar to the café that matched him so well, but it was different. A very midcentury modern feeling, while also very modern. He had a lot of dark colors and abstract art on the walls. It made you wonder who had helped him decorate that could nail down a look so perfect for him.
He slipped his shoes off and ran deeper into the apartment. You heard a door opening and closing and he was back with a blanket. Putting his shoes back on, he stepped behind you and you both moved into the stairwell again.
You couldn’t believe you were thinking it, but as you walked up the steps to get to the roof, you looked at Levi’s hand holding onto yours so securely as he moved up the steps in front of you and smiled. You finally understood what Fen meant by her text message earlier in the night. Had she set you up with Levi knowingly, there was no way you would have agreed to it. You had a pretty good idea he wouldn’t have agreed either. You definitely owed her for this one.
You reached the top floor and Levi pushed open the door to the roof and quickly closed it. You stepped back, confused why he didn’t open it up. Maybe it was heavy. He turned around to look at you.
“Close your eyes.” He directed. You smiled and followed what he said, closing your eyes and moving your free hand to hold onto his hand, hoping for more guidance. You could hear him open the door again and he slowly guided you through the threshold. Your hands were dropped as he moved around, setting the blanket around your shoulders and adjusting something to your right before returning to guiding you forward. “Okay, you can open them.”
You slowly opened your eyes and your jaw dropped at the view. His building was definitely the tallest compared to the surrounding ones, but you still had a great view of the taller buildings in the distance. That wasn’t all though. You suspected that his shuffling around while your eyes were closed was him turning on the outdoor string of lights he had set up over a small seating area in the corner.
“This is amazing.” You were in compete awe. This really was an amazing spot in the city. You could see all the hustle and bustle, but from where you stood, everything was quiet and calm.
Levi smiled and pulled you forward, moving to the edge of the building so you could see the street below, sliding himself under the blanket with you, which left no complaints coming from you. As beautiful as it was, it was cold and you would gladly accept any form of warmth he could provide.
“You’re quite the romantic guy, Levi.” You cuddled closer to him and he laughed.
“That’s definitely the first time I’ve been called that.” He looked at you, his grey eyes twinkling with the lights of the city.
“Well then I guess I’m the lucky one.” You smiled, watching as his cheeks blushed pink and his smile turned into a lip bite.
“Y/N?”
“Yes.”
“Would it be alright if I kissed you?”
“I was hoping you would.” You turned your body to face him more, holding back a shiver as his hand moved to your waist, his fingertips grazing your bare back, and his other hand going to cup your jaw. His eyes were focused on your lips and he slowly moved forward, the closer he got to you, the slower he moved, not hesitating, but savoring the moment. It gave you time to move your hand to his shoulder and you could feel the hardened muscle through his shirt.
His lips reached yours and just like water rippling out from one small droplet, the warmth from his touch spread throughout your body quickly from the moment you felt it. Your breath caught as you felt the plushness of his lips pressing so delicately against yours and before you had the chance to enjoy the sensations, he slowly pulled away, his gaze returning to the view of this city. You smiled as you watched him smile uncertainly.
“It’s late, but…” He tapped his fingers on the railing lightly and slowly looked up to you.” If you want to stay the night, I would… I would like you to stay.”
He laughed to himself nervously, but the look in his eyes was everything you needed to say ‘yes’ to that and he was making it so hard to resist. You were sure there must have been so many people who met Levi and mistook him for being shy and naïve and what a mistake they made because the bravado this man held had heat rolling through your body.
“Damn.” You smiled coyly. “Damn, you really made that tempting.”
He did that quiet chuckle into his fist that he did earlier in the café and you laughed with him, leaning forward and resting your chin on your hand.
“I really would love to, but it’s already late and I have to be up in a couple hours, as I’m sure you do.” He nodded.
“I understand.” He was still smiling and it really had you hating that you had to say no. “Can I walk you home?”
“I would like that.”
Your apartment was only a couple blocks from his café so the walk only took five minutes and before you really had the chance to enjoy your last couple minutes with him, you were in front of your apartment door.
“Thanks for walking me home.” You smiled, your hand on your door knob. Levi was looking away, but turned to you to speak.
“It’s not a problem. You’re surprisingly close to my shop.” He shook his bangs out of his eyes and it made you wonder if you should kiss him.
“I am.” You smiled. “I think I might be frequenting that shop more often now that I know you’ll be there.”
He smiled, letting out a puff of air as he looked down. You really wanted to kiss him again and you were pretty sure he was feeling the same way. You reached for his hand and held it, leaning your body forward. When he looked up at you, you confidently placed a small kiss on his cheek, letting yourself linger there before pulling back and smiling at him.
“Good night, Levi.” You dropped his hand and turned to your apartment door, twisting the knob and pushing the door open. Just as you were about to step inside, Levi grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. You probably would have fallen if it weren’t for him quickly holding your face, his hands on your cheeks. It felt warm and so soft on your face and his hold was incredibly gentle as were his eyes as he looked at you.
There was no hesitation as he slowly pulled you closer to him, his eyes dipping down to your lips, and you helped close the gap between you both until there was no space left at all and his lips pressed tenderly against yours.
You were surprised at just how soft his kiss was, definitely more forceful than before, but still so soft. The smooth, cushiony feeling of his upper lip pressing against yours had you weak and you rested your hand on his shoulder. That is until his hands shifted to holding the back of your head and your waist, drawing your body even closer to his and that weakness in your knees turned to prickled skin all over your body. He opened his mouth and you opened yours, sighing as you slipped your tongue out to meet his somewhere in the middle. It was impossible to know just how quickly his heart was beating, but if it was beating at even a fraction of the rate yours was at, it definitely explained why his hand was moving up your back and why the kiss was deepening even further.
Just as quickly as he pulled you close, he separated the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. The smell of tea from your breaths mixing in the space between your lips as you both took quick, deep breaths.
“Can I see you tomorrow night?” He asked, his eyes still closed.
“Yes.” You smiled and he pulled you close again, kissing you briefly before stepping back, his hands moving to his pockets.
“Tomorrow.” The corner of his mouth barely lifted into a small smile, but you could read his excitement through that and it gave you butterflies and made you feel like a teenager.
“Tomorrow.” You nodded and stepped inside your apartment.
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Post-adventure ships headcanons for @ri-ships-takari!
Agreeing with me isn’t necessary but this is one of many AUs I see for them. If you guys have anything you wanna talk about, feel free to send a message! Who knows, right!
So there’s Taiora, Mimato, and Takari, all under the cut (unedited so...)...
Taiora
Taichi didn’t want to make the first move but he did so anyway
Sora knew he was going to do it soon so she waited, though she did drop very subtle hints
Their relationship was a slow one
not in the sense that nothing happened at all
they’ve been friends for a really long time, despite their feelings, they had a little bit of a struggle to know what will happen next
Though they did still enjoy going to sport games, in fact, their first date was at a tennis match--Sora had a junior she trained and wanted to see their first professional game
Taichi knew that asking Agumon about what he should do when wanting to keep Sora happy would always lead to mishaps, but that doesn’t stop Sora from appreciating the gesture--she does the same with Piyomon, they just usually end up well
Sora had become closer to Hikari as Taichi and her relationship grew, aside from Piyomon, she confided in the young girl, too
Though both were not the most competitive people, when it comes to their children’s games, you would see them with their arms up and shouting words of encouragement
Taichi was a little disappointed that their son was more into volleyball, but was proud that their daughter wanted to join the soccer team--not that he was not proud of his son, they were both his pride and joy
Sora was more strict while Taichi spoiled them rotten
but when it comes to decisions that involve the safety, the two would team up
With Taichi being an ambassador, you would expect him to be so busy with everything, but he actually spends more time with his family--and anyway, Sora helped him in a lot of ways when he was stressed (take it as you want)
Taichi was also very fond of Sora’s designs, whether she was sketching clothes or arranging flowers, it calmed them both
Mimato
Yamato was hesitant to start a relationship with Mimi, he always had a problem with letting people in, and if he were being honest with himself, it was because he was scared that what happened to his parents will happen to him as well
Mimi was a little dense so Yamato’s gestures were confused with friendly interaction--it is Yamato after all
It was when Mimi had invited Yamato to her cooking show, he was good at the kitchen after all, that she started to really see question how she felt about him--she watched him whip up a specialty of his, and as soon as the food touched her mouth, perhaps there was a love potion in it, she could not think about anyone but him
Their first date was in a jazz club, they both wanted to stay away from the limelight and Yamato found an underground club and decided that it was a great place to take her
Yamato and Gabumon’s first trip to outer space gave Mimi mixed feelings
she was very happy for them but at the same time, very worried
but she knew that it was his dream, she did not dare to say the latter, she knew he would choose another path
though Yamato knew, and he was, in fact, thinking of choosing another career, he was very torn but in the end, Mimi’s words of encouragement helped him go through with his initial plans
he would ask Palmon to take care of her and whispered in the digimon’s ear “I’ll always come back for her”
When their son was born, Yamato made a promise that the child will never experience what he and Takeru had, and just by looking at his smiling wife, he knew that child never will
Their son was more into music, but he was a big fan of eating--Takeru would tease that it was because they both knew how to cook and bake, which is not false
Many people expected Yamato to be the stricter parent, but to most people, it was a surprise when Mimi was just as strict--this started arguments from others who believed that their son would grow up too sheltered
Yamato and Mimi had assured them that they would change their lifestyle as soon as he was old enough
They also had fraternal twins, a boy and a girl, and Mimi was so sure that Yamato, their eldest son, and younger son would be very protective of the girl--it was in their nature
Yamato still strummed his guitar from time to time but now it was mostly used to help his children go to sleep--yay, more Mimi time (again, take it as you want)
Takari
None of them made the first move, it just…happened
They were at a café when their first kiss happened, both were joking around, telling each other funny anecdotes to kill time as they waited for their brothers to come back from graduation rehearsals
Well, Takeru did sort of make the first move, he kissed her first, but she did not object, the next thing people knew was that they were holding hands as Hikari waved for Taichi and Yamato
Their first official date was during Sora’s first fashion show...Hikari had VIP tickets (thank you, onii-chan) and she thought it would be nice to show their support, he did not hesitate to say yes
When Takeru began to write, he would be too embarrassed to show Hikari his works, and she understood that, but he gradually opened up to her, even making her his first level editor
Hikari would always be exhausted after a day in the school, and Takeru would either pick her up and/or bring her favorite take-outs home, though he did cook sometimes, especially during special occasions--usually with the help of Tailmon
When their first son, Tenma, was born, he was a little jealous that the child enjoyed the company of Patamon and Taimon more than them, however Hikari found it amusing and would joke, “His digi-egg is coming soon, don’t worry”
Then their second son, Akihito, was born just two years after--Tenma adored him, he would constantly look for his little brother, wanting to play with him every time he can
A few years later, they had a daughter, Nozomi, and Tenma and Akhito instantly became the protective brothers they were
Takeru and Hikari loved to watch the sunset, but the loved setting up dates for Taichi and Sora, and Yamato and Mimi much more--tripple dates were really fun anyway
#taiora#mimato#takari#taichi yagami#sora takenouchi#yamato ishida#mimi tachikawa#takeru takaishi#hikari yagami#taich yagami x sora takenouchi#yamato ishida x mimi tachikawa#takeru takaishi x hikari yagami#taich x sora#yamato x mimi#takeru x hika#tai x so#matt x mimi#tk x kari#digimon#digimon adventure#digimon adventure 02#type: eve writes digimon headcanons#dy: taiyama#dy: mimato#dy: takari#ch: taichi yagami#ch: sora takenouchi#ch: yamato ishida#ch: mimi tachikawa#ch: takeru takaishi
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