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Toy Store- Tenya x Reader

Howdy- time for yet another Christmas smut. Hope you Tenya simps (definitely not me *cough cough*) enjoy. Iida rly deserves more love tbh. So I hope I make this a good one. In this, we're also gonna say that Tensei has a little boy (not just bc I love the thought of Tensei as a dad) bc why would Iida be in a toy store if he didn't have a kid to buy for lmfao

It was about two weeks before Christmas as you sat behind the counter of a toy store, giving a woman her bag full of toys after checking them out. As she left, you lean forward and rest your chin on your palm, propping yourself up. Only ten more minutes until you could close the store and go home to cuddle up and watch a movie.

And that's when he walked in for the first time. Young, around your age, very fit, neat hair, quite handsome if you had to say. You smiled at him, "Anything I can help you with today?" He seemed surprised that you were speaking to him, shaking his head and walking off to look at the toys. It wasn't until well past closing time that he left, because you couldn't bring yourself to kick him out when you saw him looking at the toys, clearly trying to find the perfect gift. When he left, though, he left empty handed. You shrugged and closed up the store, heading home. The next time you saw him was about three days later, around the same time. He did the same thing, came in, didn't ask for help, looked around and then left with nothing. He did this multiple times, always just looking and buying nothing. At some point, you began to find yourself looking forward to his visits, hoping that at some point, he'd talk to you. It was the day before Christmas Eve when something finally changed. This time, though, instead of walking off to look at the toys, he came to the counter where you were sitting. "Excuse me, ma'am," he politely spoke to get your attention. You looked up from the magazine you were reading and as you realized who it was, you smiled slightly, finding that he was just as polite as he had looked, "Yes?" "I'm trying to find a good toy for my nephew, he's two, and I've been looking, but I don't have any kids, so I've got no idea what to get him. And I've been here a bunch of times, but I just never know what to get," he began rambling and making awkward hand motions, which you found adorable After a moment, you cut him off, "Sure thing, I'll help you find the perfect toy. No wonder you came in here so often. You know, you coulda just asked me," you spoke kindly as you walked around the counter. He let out a relieved sigh as you offered to help, "You noticed that I had been coming in a lot?" he asked, seeming embarrassed. "Mhm," you nodded, "Sure have. It's not everyday that the same person comes in and leaves with nothing about a hundred times," you joked, "Not that I mind, I was just curious as to why you were coming." You could see a blush forming on his face, and decided to leave it alone. He really did seem embarrassed. So, you shut your mouth and lead him to where the appropriate aged toys would be. "Here we are," you smiled, starting to walk away. He stopped you by placing a hand on your shoulder, "Could you actually help me pick out one? I really don't know what to get," he sighed softly, as if he was upset for not knowing. "Sure," you nodded, "Um, well, what does your nephew like?" "He likes cars, trains and other things like that," he shrugged. "Alright, then why don't you get him this?" you picked up a toy truck that helped with learning colors. He smiled slightly and nodded, "Sure. Thank you for your help." You smiled back, "Of course, it was my pleasure." He then grabbed another toy, similar to the one you had picked, but this one helped with numbers. Then you both made your way to the cash register. After getting there, you checked him out and handed him his bag, "Have a nice day," you gave him a smile. He took the bag, returning the smile, "You too," he began to walk towards the door, but when he was halfway there, he stopped and turned around, walking back to the counter. You were confused, so you raised a brow, "Is there something else I can help you with?" you asked kindly. "Yeah, actually," he seemed nervous, "I didn't actually come all these times to find a good toy. I mean, the first time, that's why. I had trouble, but I didn't wanna ask for help and seem like I wasn't good with kids in front of such a beautiful woman. So, that day I left with no toy. The next time I showed up, I actually had done some research and decided on a toy to buy. The one you picked out, actually," he chuckled, "But I didn't buy it, because I thought you were really pretty, and if I bought it, I wouldn't have a reason to come and see you. So every time I came, I was just trying to work up the courage to talk to you." You found the way he rambled on adorable, smiling softly as he explained. As he called you beautiful and pretty, a blush formed on your cheeks. "Really? Y-you think I'm pretty?" you ask softly, your blush growing. "Of course I do," he nodded, "That's why I kept coming. And that's also why I didn't wanna seem like I knew nothing about kids, because I know that women find it attractive when a guy is good with babies, or at least I think they do. And I am good with babies, I swear, I just, I wasn't sure about a toy." "Well I'm glad you said something," you giggle, "Because I find you very handsome." He seemed surprised, "Oh, well uh, in that case, would you like to go out some time? I know it's around the holidays, so you're probably busy, but whenever you're free, I'd love to take you on a date," he gave you a smile that melted your heart. "I'd love to go out on a date with you...." you trailed off, realizing you didn't know his name. He chuckled, "Tenya, Tenya Iida." "Y/N L/N," you smiled and walked around the counter, "I actually have to lock up the store now, we technically closed like 15 minutes ago," you giggle softly. His eyes went wide, "Wait, do you close at this time everyday?" "Yep, sure do," you nodded. "Oh my god, I've been staying past closing this whole time? I'm so sorry." "It's fine, don't worry about it. I would've kicked you out if I didn't want you here. Anyways, after I close up, I'm completely free, so maybe if you're free, we could go out now," you suggest nervously. "That sounds great, I've got no place to be," he smiled and nodded. After getting your things and closing up, you met him outside. The two of you decided to just go and grab a coffee despite how late it was. After getting your coffee, the two of you decided to just walk around town for a while. It was pretty peaceful, and the lights hung up throughout the city for Christmas were beautiful. While walking, he nervously grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers. You didn't mind, you just smiled up at him. It was a little past 10:30 when you found yourself at your doorstep, Tenya's hand still in yours. "Well, I suppose this is where we part," he sighed softly. "I guess so," you also let out a sigh. You let go of his hand, the two of you facing each other, "So," you spoke awkwardly. "So," he repeated. After a moment of silence and just staring at each other, he cupped your cheek gently, "Can I kiss you, Y/N?" his voice was soft, clearly not wanting to make you feel pressured. You smiled slightly and placed your hands on his chest, "Only if I get to kiss you back," you giggle, ignoring how awkward you sounded. He chuckled and nodded, "Of course," he smiled before leaning in, connecting his lips with yours. You let your eyes flutter closed, enjoying how soft his lips felt against yours. After a moment, his hand dropped from your cheek and landed on your hip, both of his hands now resting on your hips, pulling you closer to him. The two of you only pulled away when you ran out of air, both of you panting softly, goofy smiles on your faces. "What a way to end the night," he grinned and gave you another soft peck. You thought for a second before speaking, "What if I don't want the night to end?" He chuckled, "Then it doesn't have to. To be honest, I don't want it to end, either." "Come inside?" you asked with a giggle. He nodded and gave you yet another quick kiss. The two of you made your way inside, slipping off your shoes and putting your things down before moving to the couch to get comfy. You turned on the TV, not really knowing what else to do. About half way through the movie, he scooted closer until the two of you were cuddled up together. You smiled as he held you close. By the end credits, you were sitting in his lap, facing him, face shoved into his neck, practically clinging onto him. He smiled and rubbed your back, "Yknow, Mj, you're adorable. Like the cutest woman I know." "You think so?" you smiled and let out a soft giggle. "I do think so," he nodded, "And you give very good hugs too," he gently kissed the side of your head, "And the way you cling onto me for cuddles is really cute too." "Aww, gosh. You're killing me with the compliments here." "There are worse ways to go," he chuckled. You lifted your head from his neck to look at him, just taking in his looks, "You're so handsome." He smiled and leaned in, giving you a soft kiss on the lips. After a moment, he pulled away. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled against your lips before connecting the two of you again, giving you a sweet yet passionate kiss. Of course, you kissed back, your hands moving to lace into his hair. His hands ran down your body to your hips, pulling you as close as he physically could. It was as if the two of you couldn't get enough of one another, only pulling away occasionally to take breaths. After a few minutes of this, you pulled away, both of you panting softly. Your hands made their way to the hem of his shirt, fingers running along the cloth. He seemed to get the hint after a moment. "Do you want me to take it off?" he asked softly, clearly not wanting to make you feel pressured at all. You simply nodded with a soft, "Please." He chuckled softly and let go of your hips to take his shirt off, tossing it over the back of the couch before placing his hands back where they were beforehand. As he exposed his torso, you would've sworn your jaw hit the floor as you drooled. In reality, there was no drool, but you wouldn't have been surprised if there was. "Wow," you smiled and let your hands run up and down his toned body, "Handsome, kind, and a nice body? What did I do to deserve you?" you joked and leaned in, kissing him softly. As you kissed him, your hands moved to grab his, leading them to the bottom of your shirt, hinting for him to take your shirt off as well. He smiled against your lips and pulled your shirt up, parting from your lips to pull it over your head. After taking your shirt off, he tossed it over the back of the couch with his own. His hands fell back to your hips once again before sliding up and down your sides. "You're absolutely gorgeous, love. So stunning," he spoke softly before leaning in and kissing along your jaw and neck. You tilted your head to the side to allow him more access. Your hands went back to his hair, running your fingers through the soft, dark strands. He smiled against your skin, whispering soft praises as he left a trail off kisses down your neck, to the top of your chest, along the top line of your bra. He let his eyes look up at you as he peppered your skin with kisses and spoke soft praises to you. Once he was happy with how many kisses he had given you, he smiled before speaking. "Can I leave any marks?" his voice was soft. The idea of him wanting to mark you made you smile, "Please do, I'd love that actually." He smirked slightly, leaning in to press a few more soft kisses to the top of your chest before sucking a soft mark at the end of one of your collar bones. You let out a contented sigh at the feeling of Iida marking you, your eyes fluttering closed. After he was pleased with the mark, he pulled back, letting his tongue peek out to lick it softly before kissing it. "W-Would you mind moving this to the bedroom?" your voice was soft, almost nervous of rejection. "Not at all," he smirked and kissed you, "Where's the bedroom?" he chuckled. "Down the hall, second door on the left," you instructed before kissing him again. He kissed back, standing and holding you against him. The way he carried you with ease wasn't exactly surprising, but it reminded you how much stronger he was than you, which sent a chill down your spine. After a moment, he pulled away so he could see what was in his way so he wouldn't manage to trip over anything as he carried you. He got you two to the bedroom without tripping over something and gently laid you down on the bed, hovering over you and giving you a quick kiss before speaking. "Are you sure you want this?" his voice was soft. It was clear that he wanted to make sure you were comfortable with everything before this went any further. "I'm sure, Tenya," you nodded, "I want you." That was all he needed to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his hands resting on the bed on either side of your head to support himself. As he kissed you, your hands slid down his torso, feeling the muscle just beneath his soft skin. He pulled back from the kiss after a moment, kissing down your neck, right to your chest. His lips made a trail between your breasts, his eyes never leaving your face. He left a few light marks as he kissed and nipped your skin before kissing his way back up. His hands found your hips and he looked toward your bra, "Can I take that off, darling?" he asked softly. "Of course," you smiled, arching your back off the bed to make it easier for him to access the bra clasp. He reached behind your back, unclipping your bra and sliding it off you. As your chest was revealed to him, he bit his lip, tossing the bra somewhere in the room. "You're perfect," he mumbled out, leaning down once more and letting his lips wrap around one of your nipples, one of his hands moving to the opposite breast, kneading it gently in his palm. Just like a moment ago, his eyes never left yours as he played with your chest. He continued to focus on your chest, switching between his mouth and hand, giving both breasts the same attention. After a few minutes of this, you couldn't take it anymore, the throbbing between your legs was getting to be too much. "Tenya, please, I need more," you pleaded quietly. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart," he smiled at you, a smile that was almost too innocent for the situation you were in. "I just want you, I don't care how," you let your hands move to run through his hair. His innocent smile turned into a smirk as he kissed his way down to your waistband, "Can I remove these?" he asked, his fingers slipping into the waistband. "Please do," you nodded, lifting your hips, trying to get him to take your pants off faster. In one swift movement, he had your pants and panties in a pile on the floor next to the bed. You hadn't been expecting him to take your panties off as well, and your legs automatically closed at the feeling of being exposed to him. He placed soft kisses on your thighs, gently pushing them apart, "It's okay, love, let me see you. You're gorgeous," his voice was genuine, not a trace of teasing. With the way he treated you, you couldn't help but listen, letting him spread your legs. His kisses moved to your inner thighs, kissing his way up to where he wanted to be. He looked up to you as he let his tongue lick a flat stripe from your entrance to your clit. As you felt his tongue, you let out a moan, one hand moving you lace into his hair. He smiled before letting his lips wrap around your clit, sucking gently. While his mouth was busy playing with your clit, one of his hands moved between your legs, teasing your entrance with two fingers. Your hips rolled up, encouraging him to use push his fingers in. He seemed to understand what you wanted, and pushed his fingers in slowly, not wanting to go too fast and hurt you. "God, yes," you moaned softly, the hand that wasn't in his hair moving to join the first, giving his hair a gentle tug. He let out a quiet moan as you did so, which caused vibrations against your clit. Just as he moaned, he curled his fingers inside you, perfectly hitting your g-spot, causing you to let out a louder moan. A moment later, he began curling and uncurling his fingers at a fair pace, hitting your g-spot each and every time. It wasn't long before you felt a knot building up in your stomach. "T-Tenya, don't stop, I'm close, oh my god," you managed to say between moans. You let your head fall back, eyes closing as you focused on how good his mouth and fingers felt. He let out a soft hum to let you know he understood, and wasn't stopping anytime soon. He pushed his face farther between your thighs. Feeling your soft thighs on either side of his head had him going crazy, letting out soft moans against you. It only took a few more curls of his fingers and some of his moans to send you over the edge, moaning his name, your back arching off the bed, and your fingers tightening your grip on his hair. He smiled against you as you came, helping you come down from your high. After you had calmed down, you pushed his face back slightly, your clit feeling oversensitive. He pulled back as you pushed him, the lower half of his face wet with your arousal, his glasses crooked on his face. He gave you a charming smile before wiping his face with his hand and kissing his way up your body. He was painfully hard at this point, but his first priority was making you feel amazing. As he hovered over you, you smiled up at him and took his glasses off, setting them to the side. You then let your hands slide to the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He didn't hesitate to kiss back, smiling against your lips. He pulled away a moment later. "I need you, Tenya," you said softly, biting your lip. He got off of you, standing next to the bed and slipping off his pants and boxer briefs at the same time. As he revealed his naked body to you, you realized he was definitely the biggest you've ever had, but with how aroused you were, it would be no problem. He was blushing as he spoke, "Do you have a condom by any chance? I don't usually carry one on me, because I never do this, really," he began to ramble awkwardly, which you found cute. You smiled and got off the bed, standing as well. You moved to stand in front of him, hands resting on his chest, "Tenya, calm down," you gave him a gentle kiss, "It's fine, I think I have one in my night table." You then walked to the night table, and just as you had thought, there was one in there. But, as you looked closer, you realized it was definitely gonna be too small for him. It was still in your drawer from your last long term relationship, and that was at least three years back, which meant it also may have been expired. You tossed the condom into the trash next to your bed, sighing, "Well, I guess I don't have a condom," you chuckled, going back to Iida, giving him a quick kiss, "What do you wanna do now?" If he was uncomfortable doing anything without a condom, you weren't going to push him, "If it makes a difference, I am on birth control, and I'm definitely clean." He smiled, "Why didn't you tell me that sooner?" he joked before giving you a soft kiss, walking you backwards towards the bed. Once you got settled on the bed, your head on the pillows, he hovered over you, leaning on his elbows for support, giving you a gentle kiss before shifting his weight onto one elbow. Using the arm that he wasn't leaning on, he reached between you two, lining his tip up with your entrance. "You ready, sweetheart?" he asked softly, wanting to make sure he wasn't pushing you at all. You nodded, "More than ready," your hands rested on his shoulders. That was all he needed to hear to push into you slowly, letting out a moan as he felt how tight you were around him. He stopped pushing forward once he was only about a quarter of the way in to let you adjust. As he pushed in, your earlier thought of him being the biggest you'd ever had was confirmed. Your grip on his shoulder tightened, and your mouth fell open to let out a moan, "Oh god." "Are you okay?" he asked softly, placing soft kisses on your neck to distract from the stretch you were feeling. "I'm great. Keep going," you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to continue. He nodded, pushing in farther, moaning as he did, but still kissing your neck gently. He went slowly, trying his best not to hurt you. After a moment, he was completely inside you, and you were both panting softly and letting out soft moans. He stayed still to let you adjust, moving his kisses from your neck to your lips. You kissed back, one of your hands sliding from his shoulder to the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. You pulled back a second later, "You can move now. Please, baby," you said softly. He nodded, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in and letting out a moan of your name. He began to develop a steady pace, and with each thrust, he hit all the right places, making you let out moans and whimpers of his name and curses. Your hands slid down his back, nails gently digging into his skin. He didn't fail to notice you resisting the urge to scratch his back, and smiled. "Go ahead, darling, you can scratch me," he encouraged softly, panting. His lips found your neck and left a soft mark. You didn't hesitate after he spoke, letting your nails rake up his back, moaning. He also let out a low moan as you did so. "That's it. Good girl, just like that," he praised softly, moaning against your neck, "God, I'm getting close, sweetheart, I'm not going to last much longer." "Me neither, baby," you moaned out, "Fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum, Tenya. Don't stop." He nodded, his forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder. It only took a few more thrusts for you to clench around him, cumming with a loud moan, "Oh my god, Tenya," you left a few more scratches on his back without even realizing it. "Oh, I'm cumming, Y/N," he groaned against your skin as he came, filling you with his cum. After a moment, his hips stilled completely, "God, you're amazing," he gave your skin a few lazy kisses. "You are too, Tenya," your hands ran along his back, feeling the marks you had left there. He pulled out and flopped down next to you, pulling you into his side, smiling. Your head laid on his chest, "That was perfect," you said softly, still catching your breath. You happened to see the time displayed on your alarm clock on the bedside table and let out a soft giggle. The clock read 12:02, "Well, merry Christmas Eve, Tenya," you smiled up at him. "Merry Christmas Eve, Y/N," he chuckled. When his chuckles died down, he paused for a moment before speaking, "So, was this just a one time thing, or do you want us to be more than this?" he was scared that you would want it to be a one time thing. "Tenya, I really, really like you. Of course I want us to be more than this," you smiled, moving up so you could give him a quick kiss on the lips. He smiled and let out a happy sigh, "Good, I'm glad," he paused, "So, do you have any plans for Christmas Eve or Christmas?" You shook your head, "Nope, I don't have anywhere to be. I was planning on just watching Christmas movies all day in my pajamas." "Why don't you come with me for Christmas? I know that we literally just met, but I'd really like you to come. Plus, my family's been on my back to get a girlfriend for the past few years, and I most definitely want you to be my girlfriend," he chuckled, "Plus I wanna get to see you in cute Christmas pajamas," he joked. "I'd love to," you smiled, giving him another quick kiss, "But we should get some sleep now, or else we aren't gonna wanna get up in the morning," you giggle softly, laying back down on his chest. He let out a happy sigh and held you close, and that's how the two of you fell asleep. --- The next day, the two of you arrived at Tenya's parents, and you met the family. They all loved you, especially Tenya's nephew. He was practically glued to you at all times. You didn't mind though, you found it adorable. That evening, you all got Christmas pajamas, which you hadn't expected to get, but Tenya's mom still surprised you by having some for you. You thanked her and got changed. Tenya took his nephew into the other room to help him get changed, and change himself. He changed himself first, and when he took off his shirt, his nephew gasped. "Uncle Tenya, did you get a cat?" he asked, clearly excited. Tenya changed into the other shirt, now fully dressed in his pajamas, "No, why?" His nephew shrugged, "You have scratches all over your back, so I thought it might be from a cat." Iida laughed, helping his nephew to get changed before coming back out. Tenya sat on the couch, and you moved to sit on his lap. "Well, apparently I got a cat," he joked. You raised a brow, "Huh?" "I got called out for the scratches on my back, and apparently they're from a cat," he chuckled. You blushed, giggling softly before his nephew came over and plopped himself down on top of you and Tenya with a huge smile. He clung to you and you chuckled quietly, smiling at him. Tenya held you both with a warm smile, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. The next morning, Iida's nephew opened the gifts you and Tenya had picked out and absolutely loved both of them. As you laid your head on Tenya's shoulder, you thought about how you could definitely get used to Christmases like this. Little did you know, Tenya was thinking the exact same thing as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

~fin~ And there we go- I know it's not Christmas anymore, but I still have a whole fuckin list, so I'm still gonna complete them hopefully lmao

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kiss4kazu · 4 years

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Hi! could I request some headcanons for what kissing Ashe and Dimitri (Felix too if thats not too much if not its fine) would be like for the first time?

☆ first time kisses with ashe, dimitri, felix

↳ ashe babie boy

although ashe is really innocent and pure i think he’s easily one of the most romantic in blue lions and would really go above and beyond always for the person he loves.

i know a lot of people probably see ashe as someone being too reluctant and nervous to actually ever make a move first but i think if he really liked someone, he’d be extremely obvious about it, blushing like crazy, a stuttering mess, etc and after enough pep talks from sylvain he’d finally make a move to ask u out on a date and it would be an absolute wreck.

would literally put together something so fckin cheesy n corny but in the most adorably ashe way that it makes you want to punch him from being so precious

like a cute picnic or something by a lake and he’d make cute little cakes with some help from annette and it would just be so pure.

he’d rehearse how he’s going to confess in his head like a million times but when the moment actually comes it ends up just being a jumbled up mess filled with “ums” and he’d try to stick to the script him and sylvain came up with and get out a “y-you’re r-really… u-uh… p-pretty..” but then he’d fuck it all up by saying something weird n dorky like “a-and you s-smell really nice… w-wait that’s weird i’m sorry-” and you’d just hold back ur laughter, ur heart swelling with so so much affection for him.

ofc he’d ask for permission to kiss you, cheeks crimson and his eyes looking up at yours like tht one starry eyed emoji. you’d give him a vocal response, since he rly needs that reassurance. no stutters just “of course ashe” and he’d smile so so big and then just swoop down totally uncoordinated.

would probs miss your lips and have to readjust.

kissing ashe for the first time would be … messy. he’s not experienced at all, and doesn’t know what to do with his hands and he’d honestly be a dead fish for a good few moments. but as you ease him more into the kiss, he’d loosen up a bit, tilt his head and just stop overthinking. his lips would be really warm and would taste so sweet from the cake and he’d smile so hard into the kiss that your teeth end up bumping into each other and you’d pull away laughing

ashe kisses are the best honestly the butterflies fireworks the whole shebang yknow.

as he gets more confident he’d probably try out a few things he’s seen in books like slipping his tongue in and would be completely taken aback by just how nice it feels. would probably whine into the kiss, cradle your face in his hands, and once you guys pull apart for some air he’d just breathe heavily against your lips with the dopiest smile on his face :( <3

he’d be rly slap happy after kissing you for the first time and would probably tackle u onto the picnic blanket laughing from happiness kissing your face everywhere and showering you in compliments, shoving his face into ur neck and just breathing in ur scent.

he’s very clingy ok.

↳ dimi !!

whew. ok so we’re gonna do academy phase dimi since feral dimi is uh… probs not sfw & violent skjdfjslkjfd

academy phase dimi knows NOTHING about kissing n he has 0 experience so it takes him forever n a day to finally get the balls to kiss u and when he does … whew.

i can imagine kissing dimi to be during like , a deep convo or something late at night, when he’s having trouble sleeping or something and ur just running ur fingers through his hair, listening to him as he vents and admiring the sound of his voice bc he’s always more talkative at the dead of night when he’s sleep deprived.

he’d just look at u so so lovingly and it would be suffocating and ur just staring at his lips but u know ur probs way in over ur head bc uh he’s the future king of faerghus

but then he’d ask for permission too like ashe tbh bc he’s just polite like tht and has too good mannerisms

plus he cares a lot about your comfort and would never want to make u feel unsafe or uncomfy especially by his doing

and you would nod with quickness n he’d waste not a second to connect ur lips

kissing dimi is like a trance tbh, type of kiss that feels like something in u is short-circuiting

literally the type of kiss that makes ur knees buckle u know the ones.

he’s a rly rly good kisser n it makes no sense bc he’s literally never kissed anyone before in his life n it kind of makes u mad bc why is he perfect

a rly rly passionate kisser and he can be kind of rougher than he intends to bc he’s not good with fragile things

clearly v dominant in the kiss, one hand with an iron grip on ur hip the other tangled up behind ur neck, gripping ur hair. after a while gets reluctant and starts to overthink things and pulls away apologizing for being too rough

you’d probs have to reassure him a million times tht its okay dimi ur not hurting me!!

he’s rly touch starved tbh so he always tends to take pecks into full-blown makeout sessions or when he intends to just kiss ur forehead he ends up kissing ur cheeks too, ur jaw, down ur neck just riling himself up tbh and then he finally looks up at u with his eyes all dark n ur just like … here we go

did i mention he groans a lot during kisses bc he does

dimi’s other sides shining through when his emotions overwhelm him is just .. dimitri 101.

he’s rough, seemingly an expert at this shit, his tongue shoving past your lips and completely taking u off guard. he’d literally kiss you so hard your head would spin and he’d do it all with a blush on his face bc he’s still a shy babie. as soon as the moment is over he’s back to stuttering n being all awkward boyish prince.

he’s also the type to shower u in compliments between kisses.

kisses lips “you’re so gorgeous” smooches neck “so amazing” kisses jaw “goddess i love you”

im scream crying

↳ felix too bc WHY NOT ! i love him

listen.

this little fucker kisses the life out of people u heard it here first folks.

he’s 100% a heat of the moment type of kisser. it could go two ways tbh. like if you got hurt or something on his behalf he’d scream at you with glossy eyes for a good 5 minutes and then just stare at you all >:( and then he’d just grab you and kiss the fuck out of you.

probably the most passionate kisser out of the three, he kisses to the point where u can’t feel ur toes and stuff he’d just completely indulge without any fucks given bc he almost lost you and he’s not good with explaining his emotions so hopefully this helps you understand.

the other way i can see a first kiss going down with felix is more.. vulnerable, despite his hard exterior. he is rough and mean but it’s not bc he’s genuinely a bad person he just has walls built up so high tht its impossible for anyone to rly climb over

to get a kiss from lix, u definitely have to have climbed over tht wall of his, or just fly a wrecking ball through it n send it crumbling to the ground

you’re literally the only exception, the only person who can rly get through to him

he’d probably turn to you for comfort a lot, when dimitri agitates him with memories of glenn or his dad says something that ticks him off and he wants to punch something he’d just go to you instead, knock on ur door and just waltz in like he owns the place, sitting down on ur bed and u would know he wants cuddles bc this is how felix communicates

if he had to actually say “i want cuddles” out loud he’d probably shoot himself in the foot with an arrow so he’s glad u understand, u always understand him just by looking at him n it’s reassuring bc he’s never been good with words.

its kind of cringe to him that he likes being held but shocker he likes being held

he also rly rly likes it when u play with his hair he’s like a cat he will literally start nuzzling into you, so warm and pliant to your touch

ok im getting distracted back to the kissing shit

felix would probably just be rly overwhelmed with emotions n he doesn’t rly know how to tell u “i like u” so he just says “im going to kiss you.” like a literal statement n then he does it n ur just like o-o bc wtf.

if ur not responsive at first he’d just pull away after a while and wouldn’t meet eyes with u and be all blushy.

would let out a tch like the little shit that he is, and u have to turn his face so he’s properly looking at u again and meeting eyes with u

he looks so vulnerable and stupidly gorgeous so u kiss him this time so he knows the feeling is mutual and it’d take him a min to really gather whats happening but once he does he’d literally. suck. the. life. out. of. your. face. period.

felix kisses r rough n messy n just completely self-indulgent and he groans shamelessly when u pull his hair tie out from his bun and tug at his hair yes i have a thing for felix’s hair leave me alone.

gives 0 fucks would literally shove his tongue down your throat pull you flush against him and he always calls sylvain insatiable but rly its this fucker who’s insatiable he is literally eating your face.

you’d have to pull him away from you and he’d just pant so hard against your lips and look at you like he wants to devour you and its kind of overwhelming bc he’s fucking hot !!!!!

would shove his face into ur neck and mumble out an “i like you” and u would tease him n be like “what did you say i cant hear u?” and he’d elbow u in the ribs and groan into ur neck and u would laugh n kiss his head, telling him u like him too

at tht he’d lift his head up, his hair falling over his amber eyes and u would just push the strands away from his face and kiss him softly one last time before going back 2 ur conversation about punching sylvain’s face or sumn

anyway i love felix thanks 4 coming to my ted talk.

requests are open! <3

- vivi ★

#fe3h #fe3h imagines #fe3h requests #fe3h headcanons #dimitri x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #felix fraldarius #felix x reader #ashe ubert #ashe x reader #ashe duran #blue lions

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babysizedfics · 3 years

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the first time vee regressed in therapy (and meeting michael after)

NOTE: this is almost 2k words... so it continues under the cut. No TWs!

for the first few sessions of vees therapy with dr picani, patton is in the room with them because of vee's selective mutism, so patton hung around to help translate for vee during seasions until she is able to speak for herself, and thru these firsts sessions emile sees how attached the two are to each other

and after about three or four weeks, once vee can reliably talk for herself, patton stil sits in the waiting room so if vee needs him he's there

im their first session without patton, emile actually prompts vee to tell him what she calls her uncle patton. she says "patton" but emile is like do u not call him uncle? and she hesitates bc she definitely doesnt call him uncle but she hates lying

and emile smiles knowing that she doesnt. then he asks "are there any other names you call your uncle, vee?" because unbeknown to vee, emile actually heard her call patton "dad" one day in the waiting room

she is made rlly nervous by this question but emile assures her he isnt trying to trick her or anything, he just wants her to be honest. and after some more coaxing she whispers that she calls patton "dad" and emile is like thats lovely

and suddenly vee is teary and panicky because shes scared emile is being sacastic or will quiz her about it, but he insists that its very nice that she is comfy calling patton that and that they are so close and it makes vee feel a lot safer

but that prompts emile to start asking her about her biological father, janus. has she ever called him dad or was he always janus? does she know why that is?

vee really tries her best to stay calm and answer, but the questions suddenly get too much and before she knows it virgil goes non-verbal bc she realises she is starting to regress

emile notices vee's distress and changes his voice like softer and more clear. he asks what is wrong, he assures her they dont need to talk about anything vee doesnt want to talk about. Can you breathe with me? Good thank you, can you talk? No thats alright you dont have to. Is there anything he can do to make her feel safe?

and the soft caring words just push vee compeltely into half regression and she starts fully crying, tears spilling down her cheeks and shaky breaths and little squeaks and sniffles and tightly cuddling her softie she took with her (a lilac octopus, dr violet)

after a couple minutes of just crying and emile givinf her some space to let it out, the tears arent slowing down. so she cries " i w-wan pa-p-p-..." giving up after she realises her voice is definitely little now

"what do you want, vee?" emile prompts so so kindly that it just makes vee's chest ache

she whimpers "w-wan papa" and trails off in sobs

and emile instantly knows she means patton. he very easily rolls with this infantile behaviour, being a child therapist a lot of the time. he just sees her acting like a toddler and he immediately thinks okay time to turn on the toddler therapy, no questions asked

emile stands up carefully and speaks clear and gentle "okay vee. dr picani is leaving for just a moment to get your papa, okay? I'll be back very soon" and vee just squeaks through her tears, so he hurries out to the waiting room to fetch patton

pat literally jumps from his seat when emile calls him in saying vee is upset and practically runs through the corridor and into the office. he immediately pulls her into a one armed cuddle on the couch while emile just closes the door rlly gentle for privacy and hands a box of tissues to patton. so patton softly shushes his baby and wipes her tears away while emile takes quick notes in his book

patton is rlly quietly shushing her and comforting her, trying to be discreet. emile notices that this is obviously a common occurence, and also notices that patton seems to be holding back something

so when patton looks up briefly and catches emiles gaze, emile just smiles and speaks softly "do you know what age regression is, patton?"

and patton breathes a massive sigh of relief and hugs vee tighter "yeah... yeah we do"

and emile nods and smiles a little sympathetic looking back at vee and patton jumps right back to comforting her, not trying to be discreet this time, going full papa mode now that he has the confirmation that emile knows about regression

patton lifts a still crying vee into his lap and cuddles her to his chest and rocks her. "its alright, baby, shh shhh, papas got you" (vee still crying and grabbing pattons shirt tightly) "i know i know, baby, youre ok"

then emile adds in softly "youre doing very well vee" and patton smiles at him then repeats for vee "did you hear dr picani? he said youre doing sooo well! youre so so brave, hunnybunny"

and eventually when vee is comforted enough and the tears have stopped, emile raises his eyebrows questioningly at patton and pat talks to vee: "vee, are you ready to talk to dr picani again?"

she whimpers and grips patton tighter. "its okay babygirl, papas not going anywhere..." patton hesitstes and looks up at emile a little worried "uh, as long as thats alright with dr picani"

emile nods and smiles softly when vee peeks over her softie at him "of course. you can do whatever you want vee, if having your dad - or your papa here makes you feel safer then of course he can stay. would you like patton to stay so you can feel safer?"

vee doesnt respond but frowns and hides behind dr violet again, and emile looks to patton

patton explains gently "we need simpler language than that for her when she's regressed."

"oh my apologies..." emile starts, then tries again. "Vee?" he waits for vee to lower her softie from her eyes again to show shes listening. "Do you still want your papa?"

vees shoulders are tensed and shes hugging her softie so tight, still hiding partially behind it, but she nods a little

and so they continue with patton in the room

throughout the session she is REALLY shy of emile in this headspace but emile is just rly gentle and treats her like an actual young child while she sits in pattons lap and tries to interact with him, so emile manages to coax some stuff from her. and is shocked to find that this seems to be a headspace that actuslly allows vee to be more open and honest with him even if her language is limited

he asks her how does she feel right now? its okay if she doesnt know. is she scared? thats okay, it is very scary. she's being so brave. but is papas lap soft and warm? thats very nice! does it make her feel safe? does it help her tears go away? well thats good to hear, we dint want you to be sad. do you love papa? Can you show me how much? Woah that's a lot!!

and once vee has calmed down a lot and giggled a little at how nice dr picani is being to her, emile sees vee start to suck her thumb

unfortunately its not sanitary for her to suck her thumb in oublic since she must have touched surfaces, and pat brings her thumb away and desperately apologizes when vee whines and starts tearing up when papa wont let her suck her thumb. she dorsnt have her pretty paci so what else is she meant to do!

then emile announces in a very babytak voice. "vee, can you guess what I have in my desk drawer? Haha No, not frogs. Look!" and he pulls out a handful of lollipops! all different colours! and vee starts bouncign a little on papas lap and smiling

with a quick check that she has no allergies (egg, but there aint no egge in lollipops) emile lets her pick a flavor/color then givs it to her to suck on

patton needs to hold it for her though in case she accidentally swallows it, so her lil hands are just holdin gently on papas hand as he holds the lollipop for her and her legs are swingin, dangling down from papas lap bc she happy stims when she is eatin sweets by kicking her feet!

nearing the end of the session emile tells vee how good ahe's been answering al his questions and being well behaved for her papa. so he lets her pick a sticker to prove how good she was today!

but she doesn't want to touch the sticky or have it one her pretty dress, so patton asks her to point to her favourite and papa can pick it up for her. but shes too shy to pick one

so papa chooses one for her, a puffy pink kitty, then puts it on his nose to make her giggle. shes shy abt giggling in front of emile and buries her face on papas shoulder and patton cradles her head and coos and emile just watches all of this rly softly

and then their time is up and patton smiles and pats vee's leg and asks if she wants to be carried and she shakes her head with a proud smile. patton gasps "are you gonna be a big girl and walk on your own?"

then vees smile drops and she whines and grabs pats hand and patton giggles "no no not completely on your own. paps gonna hold your hand baby" so she nods and they get up with patton holding her hand

then patton says goodbye to emile and thanks him for being so kind to vee, and emile says "my pleasure. i'll see you next week vee!"

vee squeezes her papas hand and shuffles behind him a little. but she waves her softies tentacle at emile to say goodbye and emile smiles and waves to them "byebye dr violet, make sure you keep vee safe and happy this week!" and vee giggles and patton leads her outside

in the waiting room vee is much more closed off because theres the receptionist and a couple other clients in there so she just keeps her eyes down while papa signs them out - then she hears a slightly deep voice say "oh, I really like your stuffie"

vee doesnt really know how to react, she looks up a little and sees dark blue jeans and thick legs and vans sneakers but then quickly tugs pattons hand and steps behind him to hide from the stranger

"Thank you! It was a 'well done for going to therapy' gift from me" patton says cheerfully, and vee starts stroking his fingers as a comfort stim

"aw that's sweet!" the stranger says just as joyful as patton... so vee feels okay looking up now that she knows this stranger wasnt trying to make fun of her

she only catches some shaggy brown hair and a tshirt with what looks like a horror film image on it that she doesnt recognise. she doesnt dare make eye contact but she can tell the stranger is smiling at her

and she cant talk, shes too little, but shes not little enough to not understand whats happening. so she lets go of pattons hand bruefly to sign "thank you" then quickly grabs his hand again, feeling her cheeks warm and looking back to the ground

"you're welcome!" the stranger says, still happy, so vee smiles a little, then tugs pattons hand and looks up at him pleadingly

patton is beaming, his cheeks bunched in the biggest smile. "ready to go, sweetie?" vee nods "okay, here we go. It was lovely meeting you..."

"michael!"

"michael" patton smiles and holds out his other hand to shake michaels hand. "im patton and this is vee! have a good night!"

"you too, patton!" michael bids as patton and vee start walking away. then the voice soeaks again "bye vee!"

vee doesnt respond but she smiles and pulls dr violet up to hide it

patton leads her out to the parking lot and as he buckles her seatbelt for her he presses a big kiss to her cheek "im so so proud of you, babygirl"

and the whole ride home patton speaks softly and recaps what was good about theraoy this week. he does it to reinforce with vee that this is a good thing to do.

he talks about how lovely dr picani was and how he already knew what regression was. he talks about how funny his jokes were and how much she giggled. and her lollipop and her sticker - which they just realised was still on pattons nose and laughed about. and he talked about the lovely boy in the waiting room who liked vee's softie!

and the whole time vee is smiling and giggling and blushing and getting closer to full regression so that when they get home vee is just a bouncy wiggly giggly baby all night

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kyber-crystal · 4 years

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catch me under the mistletoe || s.r

summary: in which a certain bond is tightened during the magical holiday season

words: ~3.6k

warnings: none. some language i think,,, and rly shitty writing bc i wrote this over a year or so ago

a/n: we’re still days away from christmas lmao, but who cares

“MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVE, LOSERS!” Bucky yelled out.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE EVE!” Thor boomed in reply, slamming his hand against a baking sheet.

“Shut the hell up!’ you hissed as you shuffled into the kitchen, a cranky look on your face. You grabbed the nearest pillow to you from the couch and chucked it at Bucky’s head. He winced and immediately stopped what he was doing.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“For waking me up at nine-thirty in the morning on a Saturday, asshole,” you muttered, reaching over to pour yourself a cup of tea. “Do you ever shut up?’

“9:30 isn’t even that early. You’re just lazy,” he argued. “And why am I getting all the hate? Thor was in on this too?”

“Because Thor is a compassionate and kind being,” you explained, as the Norse god gave you an apologetic smile.

“Merry Christmas Eve Eve, Lady Y/N,” he greeted politely. “I presume you slept well?”

“Yes, until Bucky started making noise…”

“I’m sorry!” Bucky exclaimed. “I’ll buy you more Cadbury tomorrow, okay? Is that enough?”

You nodded. “...Okay, fine.”

Steve hobbled into the kitchen, dressed in his Captain America pj pants (Tony got them for him last year as a gift) and wearing fluffy slippers.

“Morning,” he yawned as he ran a hand through his hair to tame it, quickly kissing your forehead before sitting down in between you and Natasha. “How’d you guys sleep?”

“Got a solid six hours. Better than last week’s combined total of three, so I’d say not bad,” you replied. “You?”

“Managed to squeeze in five. So, anything new happen lately?”

“No, asides from the fact that the holidays are near and you two are acting like a couple,” Natasha rolled her eyes. You and Steve both averted your gazes and looked down. “Anyway. When are we gonna start getting decorations up?”

“After we finish eating, I guess,” Sam shrugged as he poured cereal into his bowl. “Ooh yes. I got more charms this time. Fuck the grains, Lucky Charms ain’t lucky if you got more grains than charms.”

“Shuri and T’Challa will be coming in approximately two hours. I advise you all get to work on decorating before they arrive,” FRIDAY’s voice came over the intercom.

Loki suddenly materialized in the middle of the lounge with a wide grin plastered on his face, as well as Pietro. “Did someone say decorate?”

“Have at it, brother, Sir Speedy,” Thor handed the several boxes of decorations over to him. “But please, don’t do anything stupid.”

...

You were all amazed and shell-shocked when a mere fifteen minutes later, the entire compound looked like a winter wonderland. The giant tree standing strong in the corner of the lounge was decorated from bottom to top with various stunning ornaments, garlands, and twinkling LED lights.

Long story short, it seemed as if someone had punched Santa and made him throw up Christmas. Loki and Pietro nodded in approval at their work before exchanging a high-five.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this but,” Tony cleared his throat, “the jokesters really pulled it off this time. I’m proud of you both.”

The only thing left to do was hang the wreath up, and you decided to be the one to do so. You climbed up the ladder to hang up the wreath when you felt someone taser your sides.

"Steven Grant Rogers!" you screeched, glaring at him as you wobbled and tried to regain your balance. "I could've fallen off, you bastard!"

"Oops," he shrugged, giving you an innocent look. "That was a complete accident, I'm so sorry."

"You suck," you stuck your tongue out at him before hanging the wreath up on the wall.

"Told you the holidays were a magical season," Natasha whispered over to Wanda, and they both exchanged knowing looks. “Hey, Y/N, I still have some last-minute shopping to do. You willing to drive?”

“Sure, why not,” you shrugged. “But why can’t you take your own car?”

“I don’t feel like driving.”

“Alright,” you sighed, standing up and pushing your chair in. You leaned down to quickly kiss Steve’s cheek. “See you guys later.”

“Damn,” Sam wolf-whistled as you stepped into the elevator with her and Wanda, doors closing behind you. “She’s so oblivious.”

“To what?” Steve looked confused.

“Y’all are so in love. Don’t try and go on with that ‘we kiss each other all the time’ bullshit because that’s not what people who are ‘just friends’ do.”

“But it is what just friends do. Y/N and I...we’ve known each other for a while...”

“Bullshit. I ain’t buyin’ that.”

…

After you finished your last-minute shopping, you returned home with the gifts all wrapped up and ready to go and decided to whip up a batch of gingerbread cookies. The party was due to begin tomorrow evening, and you wanted a head start so you wouldn’t be cramming mere hours before.

Soon enough, the warm smell of cinnamon and other festive aromas drifted through the air.

"Mmm, is that gingerbread?" You turned around to find Steve sitting there, chin propped on his hand.

“Yeah. When I was little, I’d help my dad bake them because he’d often burn the cookies. As a SHIELD agent, he was always busy and didn’t have the time to improve his cooking skills.” You chuckled, and a nostalgic smile appeared on your face as you recalled the memory. “I started cooking at a young age...it really helped me prepare to be on my own. It kinda became a tradition of mine to keep baking even after he passed...feels like I still have a part of him with me when I do.”

The timer went off and you grabbed your oven mitts, pulling the cookies out of the oven and placing them on the counter. You put the second batch in and reset the timer.

"You smell like cookies," Steve commented, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Your cheeks turned bright pink from the physical contact. He didn't let go, and you let your arms slide up his back and stay there, as you stood in his tight embrace, breathing slowly and heart beating rapidly.

Tony broke it up by walking in and coughing loudly.

"Don't distract her, Rogers," he said, sitting on the couch with a slight smirk on his face.

The two of you pulled away from each other, looking away quickly to avoid further embarrassment.

"Speedy Gonzales, Parker, you better put those props away or no party or cookies for either of you," you scolded as Pietro and Peter were parading around the lounge.

"Darn. I look really attractive in this headband," Pietro whined.

"Yeah, it really brings out the color of your eyes," you said sarcastically.

"Thanks, Y/N," he imitated your tone of voice.

Shuri arrived soon enough, and immediately took to watching Vine compilations with Peter on the couch as they ate the few samples of the cookies you’d given them. The compound grew rather quiet, and you relished in the feeling of peace before someone could come along and screw it up again.

…

The next day quickly came and went. One by one, the rest of the guests began to arrive: Strange and Wong, the Guardians, Loki, even Fury and agents Coulson and Hill. How Tony managed to convince them to come, you had no idea.

You were dragged away by Natasha to get ready upon her insistence that you were forbidden on seeing Steve before the party. Despite your protests (”The fuck? This isn’t even a wedding? Why are you treating it like one?), she didn’t budge. Knowing her unmovable determination, you allowed her to dress you up and do your makeup.

“Wow, gold really is your color,” she propped a hand on her hip as she spun you around so you could look at yourself.

“You’re a miracle worker, Romanoff,” you laughed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’d be so lost.”

“That’s why we’re friends, isn’t it?” Natasha gave you a little wink. “Dress to impress, love, dress to impress.”

...

The Christmas party was now in full swing - it was just after dinner and everyone was walking around, laughing and drinking at the bar or just casually conversing with one another. You were bored of wandering around and had already talked to pretty much everyone in the room, so you decided to look around for Clint and T’Challa because you didn't know what else to do.

"Hey, mind if I join you?" you asked, holding your simple glass of ginger ale (You hated alcohol). "Stark ditched me because he's busy working the music."

"Sure," T’Challa nodded, motioning to the empty seat beside him, and you slid into the booth. "How's it going for you so far, Miss Y/L/N?"

“Just Y/N is fine,” you laughed, setting your drink down on the table, “I’m doing alright. What about you? I forgot to ask how the flight here was.”

“We were able to get a couple hours of rest on the way here, so I’d say it was a nice flight.”

“That’s good,” you nodded.

“Kinda off topic, but hey, why aren’t you talking to Capsicle? He was looking for you earlier,” Clint spoke up. “Go talk to him.”

“Clint…”

“Come on! Just talk to him. It’s not like you’re some teenage fangirl terrified out of your mind to even look in his direction.”

“Fine,” you huffed, standing up. “See you guys later?”

“See you,” the two men said in unison as you walked away.

Your eyes scanned the room for Steve’s familiar broad-shouldered figure. They finally land on him, standing in the corner with a crystalline champagne glass in his hand, standing next to Bucky with a faint smile on his face.

You take one look at him and you swear your heart stops. He was literally the human form of perfection. The black suit he wore only further accentuated his lean, athletic build, with chiseled features and a sharp jawline that had to be sculpted by the gods themselves. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of him. The collar of his shirt is rolled down slightly, holy crap- and his eyes- they seemed to be shining even more brightly tonight, if that was even possible. They made you swoon, and you never swooned. The effect this man had on you…

As soon as he met your gaze, he couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face. His eyes immediately brightened at the sight of you standing there in your shimmery, gold gown, his heartbeat picking up speed.

He gave you a quick once-over before looking straight back into your eyes. “Hey, doll. You look...amazing.”

“Thanks,” you chuckled lightly, feeling your face flush, “you look great, too, Captain.”

Bucky cleared his throat. “So you’re not gonna make a comment on my appearance, huh Y/N?”

“Oh! Sorry,” you apologized, “Bucky! You look so...different!”

“Decided to go back to that old 40’s look. Tony insisted on it and I caved, so here we are,” he explained, gesturing to his clean-shaven face. “What do you think?”

“You look great,” you beamed.

“Romanoff pick out your dress?” You nodded, and he made a little ‘ah’ in realization. “She has good taste.”

“I know. I never would’ve found this on my own. Hope Tony doesn’t mind losing 2 grand from his credit card.”

“He won’t. Uh, anyways...I’m gonna go join Clint over there for our pool rematch. We have at least fifty bucks on the line now that Strange and Quill are joining in,” he motioned behind him to show Dr. Strange and Peter Quill arguing over how much money should be put in. “Catch you guys later?”

“Sure,” you nodded. “See you later.”

You turned back to Steve to see his baby blue eyes still boring into you. Normally you’d feel like shrinking away underneath his gaze but instead, you hold your head high and maintain the friendly smile on your face.

“So, how’s the party been going for you so far?”

“Other than Tony ditching me to DJ, I’m great,” you laughed, “and you?”

“Parties aren’t really my style, but I decided, why not just let loose for tonight?” he replied, “It’s Christmas. There’s no need to be in a foul mood.”

“I mean, you can’t possibly stay grumpy when you’re watching Peter and Shuri battle it out on the dance floor.” He glanced in the direction you were looking at to see in fact, Peter and Shuri, holding a dance-off as several people cheered them on.

“Staying on that topic…” he paused for a moment before speaking, holding his hand out to you, “may I have this dance?”

“Of course, Captain,” you give him a goofy grin as you took his hand and he leads you to the dance floor. Once the two of you arrive at the center, the crowd immediately parts to make room and the music immediately switches from a fast-paced pop tune to something much slower.

Steve doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms, pressing you close to his body. Right away you’re hit with his fresh scent of berry aftershave and pine, and clean linen. You find yourself leaning into him as he gently places his hands on your waist and your arms loosely wrap around his neck, swaying gently to the beat of the music.

“You’re pretty good, if I do say so myself,” you comment, sending him a flirty wink. He laughs in response, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does so.

“You’re not so bad at this, either,” he grins, the intensity of his gaze making your breath catch in your throat. He twirls you outward before bringing you back in, quickly catching you around the waist again. “You’re very light on your feet.”

You continued to dance and twirl around the floor, onlookers thinking to themselves that this most certainly wasn’t the first time you’d done something like this before. The lights overhead twinkled with each step you took as you spun around in delicate circles, the gold of your dress glittering brightly. With the feeling of Steve’s warm hand on your back and your feet gliding smoothly across the floor, it felt as if the only people in the world at that moment was just you and him, no one else. You’re too busy to realize everyone’s stopped what they were doing to watch you two. Like Cinderella and her Prince Charming, Hercules and Megara, Beauty and the Beast - you had everyone believing you were a match made in heaven.

You’re not sure how long you stay wrapped up in each others’ arms for. Maybe it’s about half an hour later when the music switches again that you finally snap out of your trances.

“That was nice. Thank you,” you gave Steve a single nod. “I had fun.”

“Likewise, Y/N,” he looks you square in the eye as he gives you yet another million-dollar smile. Oh my god, his smile-

You make your way over together, his hand still on the small of your back, to where the rest of the OG Avengers were seated around the couches.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the lovebirds themselves,” Sam smirked as you sat down, Steve putting his arm around the couch right behind your head. “Saw your romantic little moment back there.”

You rolled your eyes. “Lovebirds, my ass.”

“Language,” Steve teased, nudging you in the side. You shot him a ‘look.’

“Well, you’ve been quite the eye-catcher tonight,” Natasha folded her hands in her lap, nodding in approval as she observed your appearance. “If I were Rogers, I’d take you out on a date right away. Or if I were a man in general, I’d just straight up marry you.”

“Nat, with the way we act around one another, some people think we’re already married.”

“Touche.”

“Ooh, damn,” Clint let out a low wolf-whistle, twirling his drumsticks around his fingers. “Sounds like someone’s hot property.”

“Shut it, Barton,” you gave him a death glare.

“Okay, anyone against Y/N and Cap being a couple, please raise your hand,” Pietro announced, and when nobody raised their hands, he pointed at you. “See! No one’s objecting. You’d make an amazing couple.”

"No."

"Yes."

"Why are you guys so determined?"

"This ship has to happen. It is not going to die. Not on my watch," Sam declared.

“What even is a ship-” Steve began, but was unable to finish his sentence as Maria Hill was approaching your group.

"Merry Christmas! So I've heard this is the new power couple," she said as she made her way over and sat down as well. "How's it going?"

“Ooh, another ship member!" Clint pumped his fist up in the air.

"Damn right," Sam gave Hill a thumbs-up.

"Of course I'm on board," she smiled. "I'm all for it."

You let out an exasperated sigh. "Seriously. What is it with you guys and shipping people together?"

"It's 'cause y'all cute," Sam wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Y'all really gotta be cute like that. My heart can’t take it."

"Y/N," Steve noticed that you were looking uncomfortable and jerked his thumb behind the two of you, "want to go get some soda or something to eat?"

"Uh, yeah," you let out a sigh, brushing out your dress, "yeah. That'd be great."

"Don't have too much fun!" Tony called after you.

"Remember to stay safe and use protection, guys!" Clint cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted.

…

“Well, that was chaotic,” you breathed out as you took a sip of your champagne before setting it down on the counter. “I’m honestly not even surprised by the team, anymore...kinda got used to it.”

“Yeah, you grow immune to the jokes after a while,” he shrugged.

“You know…” you thought for a moment, a wistful yet sad smile appearing on your face as you looked out ahead, "Mom always got so excited around Christmas Eve. She wasn’t a huge alcohol lover, but made an exception for champagne. And hot chocolate. No matter how cold or warm it got during the month, she had one mug of it every day-"

You stopped for a moment to compose yourself again. "And Dad---he would make us sing along to every single Christmas track that came on the radio."

"Hey, are you alright?" Steve's brow furrowed in concern as he placed a hand on your forearm.

"I'm okay," you smiled sadly. "I just really miss them."

“I know. I miss my parents, too. My mother...she’d love you, you know. Ma always talked about having another daughter, but was unable to. Loved hot chocolate, like your mother…and never missed the chance to catch the sunrise or sunset, no matter the occasion.”

“She sounds like an amazing person,” you looked up at him.

“She was.”

You spent another hour or so talking together, feeling the tension lift from your shoulders with each passing minute. Talking to Steve came so naturally so often- that was why, when you couldn’t fall asleep at night, would go out to the balcony with him and talk until the sun rose. You just continued your conversation, until giggles and whispers interrupted your chatter.

"What do you want, guys," you rolled your eyes at the team, arms crossed and smirking at you and Steve. Shuri especially, had a rather evil grin on her face, and so did Clint, Bucky, and Sam.

"No...what they're trying to say is...uh..." Steve scratched the back of his neck and with an awkward chuckle, pointed to the mistletoe hanging above your heads.

"Mistletoe," you said softly, feeling your face heat up.

"Yeah," he spoke in a quiet voice, a light pink shade dusting his cheeks.

"Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!" the entire room began to chant.

"Rules are rules! You're not leaving until you two kiss!" Clint sing-songed.

The air around you had suddenly grown thick with anticipation and suspense as everyone fell silent, waiting for what was to come next, your heart beating so fast that it was making it difficult for you to catch a breath. Your gaze slipped down to his lips so he took this as a cue to let his arms slowly snake around your waist and you placed your hands on his shoulders, feeling as if everything was all going in slow motion.

Although the kiss didn't last very long, you made sure to take in every detail. His lips were so soft and warm, you could feel one of his hands on the small of your back as he pulled your closer, the other resting just below your shoulder blades, and you could feel the butterflies going wild in your stomach. Your heart was beating a million miles per hour, it seemed, and the sparks.

It could've been hours, or weeks, or even months until you finally broke apart but when you did, you were both grinning like fools and the team was trying their hardest to hold back their excited squeals.

"Merry Christmas," you whispered.

"Merry Christmas," he breathed out, before wrapping his arms around your waist again to bring you in a second time.

“Clint! Get up!” Sam lightly tapped the archer’s cheek. “Get up!”

“I think he’s dead.” Peter whispered.

“No, he just passed out from shock,” Shuri shrugged, but then gave him a high five. “Anyway, good job, Pete! You did a pretty amazing job of hanging that up there in time.”

#avengers imagines #steve rogers x reader #avengers x reader #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #marvel fic #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers fic #captain america fic #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine

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mrsmess · 4 years

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Faves and fails of SPN (season 13):

Favorite episodes in chronological order:

13:1 Lost and found - This is a very strong start of the season, might be one of the strongest intro episodes since the early seasons. Jack is actually instantly likeable, and apart from Dean shooting first and asking questions... kinda never, the boys do good. I also like the side characters, they make it clear that this could’ve been so much worse if some shitty people were first on the scene.

13:3 Patience - Loretta! Brought back from season 1 to die instantly. Oh wow. The SPN-way. But at least I dig the story. And Jody is here. And Sam is sweet to Jack. I’m fine.

13:4 The big empty - Cass is in the upsidedown. Jack goes hunting. Incidently, this discrepancy between the brothers is the kind I can get behind because it’s based on something real - a new family member, the loss of another, not some abstract drama where one of them lets their fear get the better of them and creates drama w/o even talking to the other. Spooky space entity in the big empty. Misha Collins, everyone! Nice. A kind shapeshifter. ”Even monsters can do good in this world.” Dean communicating sincerely. ”I need you to keep the faith, for both of us.” Cass - An angel so annoying that the big empty itself spat him back out.

13:5 Advanced Thanatology - honestly the brothers, loving them extra much this season, even when they argue. Hung-over Dean. Fun. Killing yourself for three minutes... Jeez, have you learned nothing ? No? Oh ok. It’s just a little death. And Sam’s reaction is more exhasperated than anything, it’s... funny. And then: ”I saw Cass kill you!” Yeah, like that matters. Also nice that the show finally ties up that whole how-do-people-die-w-no-death-thing.

13:6 Tombstone - STOP using ”but you died” as an excuse why people shouldn’t be back! Coming back from the dead isn’t just reserved for the Winchesters you know! Team free will 2.0. Nice! ”He’s an angry sleeper, like a bear” *spits out coffee* are you trying to kill me?! ”It’s good to have you back, Cass” to be constantly baffled by you. Jeez, the cringe! And the undertaker! Looking like a retro pinup crossed w Rosie the riveter! What a treat. Dean being a fanboy (and oh technically, couldn’t this obsession with cowboy-criminals count as a true crime -fad? No? Oh well.) Dean crawling through the ghoul-paths, referencing Die Hard. Good episode. Dean forgiving Jack. Sweet. Too bad Jack’s having none of it. They *have* raised a Winchester.

13:7 War of the worlds - a torture scene is the quickest way for me to start rooting for whoever is being tortured. Even Lucifer. Hey, and it’s also the quickest way to end up- if not on the fail list, then at least off the fave list. Oh, Ketch is back. Gun, mouth, now. Noooo, a twin! Shoot me twice. Fail list. Can’t be helped. Lucifer coming to Castiel’s rescue and burnin the brothers ”with their second-guessing and whining.” And Asmodeus showing up. Luci being sassy. Oh gods. Not an evil twin. I’m changing my mind, it stays on the fave list- what’s going? Oh I know: it’s an entire season of a soap crammed into one Supernatural episode. All the soap-tropes. It’s hysterical!

13:8 The scorpion and the frog - Dean insulting Smash’s excellent shoes. I rly don’t think you are in a position to criticize anyone’s wardrobe. Smash and Grab are funny. And the setting is too. And the brothers are really excellently cast in their roles in this heist: Sam as the awkward nerd and Dean as Mr TCB. Dean putting his hand into the bocca della verita! Sam: ”Dean! He’s immortal!” Dean: *knocks Shrike out*. Oh Dean. ”I just had an idea, but it’s a little crazy.” ”I’m good with crazy.” Crazy’s the only game in town. The Winchesters and the curveballs. Rolling Shrike in front of them. Brilliant! Good ending. But Sam! You know how to kill anything but you don’t know that you don’t blow on a burning piece of paper to put it out? .... *shrugs* that actually makes sense.

13:9 The bad place - instantly liking this artist. Crazy about the premise 3 minutes in. And very upset 5 minutes in. Poor Derek! The return of Patience, I’m equally pleased and distraught, stay away, girl! And Kaia! And Dean coming around to Jack. That’s sweet. Jeez, is that a helicopter shot. Hella pretty! Omg! Finally giant monster time! *chills* i have been waiting for this my whole life.

13:10 Wayward sisters - Holy hell. This season has been frickin awesome so far, and now I get all my babies together. Saving Sam and Dean. Finding Kaia. My heart is just full of rainbows.

13:12 Various and sundry villains - Oh no! I liked Dale. See here we are again, using actors from previous seasons: it’s the chick from Twihard and apparently she’s not random enough. Ugh . Oh! So this is a goofy!Dean episode! Those are usually welcome. The setup for this is very annoying though. Thank godess for Rowena! Bringing all the truths. I think I love her. Woah. Killing the girls like that. Harsh. Sam being soft and giving her the spell. I love him.

13:17 The thing - this episode makes me realise there’s not enough tentacles in Supernatural. Gabriel! Back with the boys! I’m so pleased.

13:18 Bring ’em back alive - Charlie! Gabriel! Lucifer! This is just a deeply satisfying episode. On multipel levels. I love the characters standing up for themselves, in different ways. Charlie’s simple line: ”that’s not your call” struck a cord; not everybody chooses to join your fight, some have their own and the right walk away from yours.

13:19 Funeralia - the right amount of silly according to Mr Mess and that counts for something around here. Sam showing genuine remorse at shooting Rowena and Rowena being genuinely upset that he would. I’m moved. And Rowena’s consession. The boys giving Rowena a pep talk! My heart!

Fail episodes in chronological order:

13:11 Breakdown - Donna is always a win, but dark and gritty? And monsters on the internet. Nah. Too much torture porn.

13:22 Exodus - have I mentioned that I don’t watch Supernatural for the post-apocalyptic scenarios? If I’m expected to deal with that type of grit I’m gonna need a whole lot more kissing.

13:13 Devil’s bargain - Ketch’s mere presence is enough to put this episode on the fail list. If he’s gonna be in this show the least he could do is to regrow that beard of his. Also the fact that Lucifer simply cannot chill. Gabriel is back but alas, doesn’t make up for the episode.

Honorable mentions:

Og and Magog are two hoots and a half.

The animators making the brothers equally tall in Scoobynatural. That’s adorable!

Camo-Samo in the final episodes.

Jack saying I love you to Sam in the final episode kinda killed me.

Mediocre mentions:

The rising son - Can tell pretty early that this is gonna bore me, and it does, but any scene with Jack and the boys is good. ”What would Mr Rogers do?” Good question. ”Dean feels like he has to protect everyone.”

Unfinished business - always here for Gabriel/Loki stuff, especially when it involves both Gabriel and Loki. But idk, vengence as a theme... not my favorite. Mary is sweet though.

Beat the devil - Rowena and Gabriel, I’m just so happy. But wtf were they thinking leaving Rowena w Lucifer. That pisses me off. Almost so that I can’t enjoy the reunion of Jack and Sam. Almost.

Summing up:

The shining star of this season is Jack.

It feels a bit like this is what I’ve been waiting for, for the boys to use what they know constructively and practically and personally: when they’ve met people in need of guidence before they’ve ditched them with someone they’ve deemed as more maternal but now they take Jack with them, which allows them both to be big brothers. That’s good.

#supernatural #spn meta #favorite episodes #no longer a rewatch #no this is not a supernatural blog

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killer-kashmir · 4 years

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shy. (george harrison)

this is the first one shot i’m posting on tumblr! i rly hope you all enjoy <3, all of my stories are on wattpad, @/killerkashmir so feel free to give me a follow on there ! <3

Hamburg, Germany is not the ideal city for a young girl to be walking around during any time of the day. The cold wind stung your nose in response to the winter months, and you tried your best to get to your destination as quick as possible. There weren't many things for you to do in Germany, and you found yourself horribly bored on a regular basis- that was until you discovered a club you were able to sneak into. Most bars asked for an I.D, and you stopped trying to sneak in since you couldn't afford a fake one. You had given up hope, until you heard of the Indra Club. Sure, it wasn't the classiest of places, but as long as you never went alone you were perfectly safe.

A couple of the few friends you made in the months you've been in this city invited you out to enjoy the various bands that played every night. None of the live music at Indra was spectacular, you really just came for the free drinks you'd inevitably get from an older man desperate to get into your pants (they always failed). You said a silent prayer in hopes that your perfectly curled hair wasn't ruined (it took you nearly two hours to do!) as you walked past the bouncer without a word. You came to the club so often that even the owner was familiar with you, so there was no need to talk to the bouncer. "(Y/N)! Over here!" Your eyes scanned the bar until it met with your three friends. You made your way towards them, trying your best not to bump into every person in your vicinity. The smell of beer hit you like a wall, and you were convinced that the smell had seeped into the brick walls. You took a seat on a stool, the red leather worn due to the countless amount of people using it over the years. The bartender's eyes met with your familiar face, and a warm smile overtook his features on it as he got started on the same drink you ordered nearly every night.

"I hope this band isn't shit. It would be a relief to have some music I could actually dance to for once." Mia ranted. You nodded in silent agreement. Mia was the closest friend you had in this country, and you spent nearly every minute you could together. The other two girls that were you were with you only knew briefly, being that Mia introduced them to you only the week before. Thanking the bartender kindly, you picked up the finished drink and brought the straw to your red lips. You tried your best not to cringe as the bitter liquor met your taste buds. "I'll never get used to that damn taste." You thought to yourself, shaking your head. Your train of thought was interrupted when Mia harshly nudged your bicep, gesturing to the owner of the bar come to center stage. Tapping the microphone, he cleared his throat and introduced the band. He spoke german faster than you could keep up, but you were able to gather that the name of the band preforming was “The Beatles”. “Like the bug? What a strange name.” You thought to yourself as four young boys walked into the small stage, plugging in their instruments quietly. Now this was intriguing! You’ve watched countless musicians play on that stage, but none this young- Well, with the exception of Rory Storm and the Hurricanes, your personal favorite.

The bass player nervously coughed into the microphone, before timidly speaking to the crowd. “Uhm, good evening everyone! We are The Beatles.” The bassist kept the opening speech short, before turning to his band mates while the drummer started the count-off of the first song. Your eyes went wide and you nearly dropped your drink when they began playing their instruments and started singing. Their energy was certainly not something you were expecting, but it gave you goosebumps of excitement. Your trance was broken by the surprised laugh of Mia, a look of bewilderment on her face. She immediately grabbed your hand and shoved your way to the front of the stage, dancing freely at the loud music. You laughed at your friend’s dance moves as you grabbed her hand and twirled her. Looking back up at the stage, you began to study the faces of the bandmates, being that you were much closer than before. The bass player was very cute, and his eyes had a light that you hadn’t seen before. The rythm guitarist was the most mischievous one, and you could tell from his antics as he performed. Your attention was brought to the lead guitarist as he played out a solo, a ghost of a smile on his face. Something about this boy felt different to you, almost like he didn’t want anyone to know he was confident in his playing. You studied him for maybe longer than you meant to, and his eyes met yours. His eyes widened for a moment once he confirmed to himself that you were looking at him, and his gaze focused back into the guitar in his hands. “Geez, you totally like what you see, don’t you?” What was that look? Disgust? It definitely wasn’t interest. You tried your best to ignore what you took as silent rejection and enjoy the music that pounded on the walls of the small club.

“Thank you everyone! Have a goodnight, one again, we are The Beatles!” The boys all took a synchronized bow, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the formality of the gesture considering the crowd they were performing to. Wiping the beads of sweat forming on your forehead, you went to the bar to grab another drink. The front of the stage was always the most crowded, and the hottest. You thanked the bartender, reaching into your pocket to pay for the beverage. “It’s on me, thank you sir!” A hand slapped onto the bar, leaving a couple of coins to pay for the drink. You turned to thank whoever covered you, almost choking when your eyes were met with the face of the bass player. “Hello, lovely! I’m Paul, you are?” You wanted to laugh at how posh Paul sounded, but it was endearing. “Nice to meet you Paul, my name is (Y/N).” Paul held his drink up, smiling gently. “Wonderful name for a wonderful lass, it’s nice to meet you (Y/N).” You smiled shyly as you brought your glass up to clink with his. Your eye contact was broken when Mia caught you with you, going silent when she saw the bass player. You smiled at the girl, knowing how outgoing she could be. That was only after she got to know someone though, but at first she was extremely timid. “Oh, I wasn’t aware you had a friend! What’s your name, love?” Paul said confidently, giving Mia the same look he had just given you moments before. Mia blushed a dark red and introduced herself. “Great, we’ve got a playboy on our hands.” You couldn’t help but feel a pit of disappointment settle in your stomach, knowing his interest wasn’t in you, but every female he had come into contact with. “Would you girls like to sit at our table? You could meet the lads.” Paul suggested, and Mia turned to you to answer, being too shy to decide. “Whatever, why not. It’s impossible to get a table here anyway, so we might as well take advantage.” Your eyes met Paul’s, a confident smiling spreading onto your lips. “We’d love to!”

“Ah, who do we have here? How’d you managed to score two birds, Paul?” The rythm guitarist laughed, playfully throwing an arm around Paul’s shoulders. “Oh sod off John, I just thought it would be nice to be acquainted with the locals. This is (Y/N) and Mia, try not to leave a bad first impression, although I think you already might have.” Paul said, throwing John’s, who’s name you just discovered, arm off his body. John didn’t seem phased by the aggression, in fact it only caused his smile to grow larger. John put his elbows on the table, leaning forward to face you and Mia, his gaze bouncing between the two of you. “Okay then ladies, who’d you reckon your going home with tonight?” John said in a dramatic tone, his eyebrows bouncing up and down on his face. You snorted a laugh and rolled your eyes, putting your half empty glass on the table, making fearless eye contact with him. “As long as it’s not you, I won’t be complaining.” The comeback sent Paul into an immediate fit of laughter, slapping his hand onto John’s back. “She really got you with that one, didn’t she lad?” John scoffed and got up, claiming he needed another drink.

You found the quiet guitarist looking at you, a slight smile on his face. You knew he found the remark you made funny, but you weren’t sure if he’d ever admit it. He looked away once again, focusing on the drink in front of him. An awkward silence took over the table, and was broken when Paul spoke. “Mia, would you like to go get another drink with me?” Mia blushes once again, only being able to respond with a nod as Paul took her hand and led her away. “Great, now I’m stuck alone with the boy who clearly doesn’t like me.” You felt yourself growing more and more nervous, looking anywhere but the boys direction. You jumped in surprise when you heard the boy speak, turning your head towards his direction. “I’m sorry, what’d you say?” Your voice slightly shook, not knowing how to approach the situation at hand. “I said, ‘What’s your name?’” The boy said expectantly for an answer, a straight face being his expression. “O-oh, It’s uh, (Y/N). How about you?” You asked, trying to avoid any more awkwardness. “George.” He said, taking another sip of his drink, and you could see him cringe at the taste of the alcohol. “It’s nice to meet you George, your set was really great.” You said sweetly, managing to recollect yourself. This caused George to smile for the first time you had seen that night. It gave you butterflies. “Can I walk you home?”

You shivered as you walked down the sidewalk, the night sky black and empty, except for the large full moon that cast a pale light onto the earth below. “Thanks for walking me, George. I really appreciate it.” You spoke kindly, a gentle smiled on your face. “It’s no worries, I wanted to get to know you, and that club is a little too loud for casual conversation.” You let out a giggle at the remark, his sense of humor only intrigued you more. “Well then, what would you like to know about me?” George paused for a moment, thinking of an adequate question. “You don’t sound German, where are you from?” You laughed at the statement/question, staring at the large moon. “I’m from the states, Washington to be exact. My father got a business opportunity here in Hamburg, so it was either move, or be homeless in America.” George nodded, and you were surprised with the purity of the question. Typically, men didn’t care about your personal life, just whether you’d sleep with them or not. You spent the rest of the walk asking each other questions, learning pointless facts about each other and laughing along the way. “This is my place.” You couldn’t help but feel sad with the fact that the walk was now over, you didn’t want to say goodbye to George just yet. “Wait, I have one final question.” George spoke, looking at his feet as he kicked a nearby pebble. “Alright, shoot.” You said, your interest peaked.

“Why’d you let me walk you home?” George asked, and your mind raced for an answer. Your heartbeat was thumping violently against your chest as you took a deep breath. “Because I wanted to get to know you, and that club is a little too loud for casual conversation.” George looked at you, seemingly entertained by the use of his own words. Before you got to say anything else, George leaned forward and his lips met with yours, and his hands rested on your waist. You felt as if you could grow wings and fly away with how happy you were, and your hands instinctively went up to rest on his shoulders. The kiss lasted for only a couple moments, but it was at the top of your list for one of the best experiences you’ve ever had. You pulled back with a flushed face, your stomach turning in happy knots. George’s cheeks were tinted pink as a full smile spread onto his features. You leaned in to give the boy a quick kiss on the cheek and ran to your door step, resting a hand on the knob before turning back once more.

“Goodnight, George.”

“Sleep well, (Y/N).”

#classic rock #george harrison #paul mccartney #ringo starr #john lennon #the beatles #george harrison imagine #george harrison one-shot #george harrison x reader #60s 70s 80s 90s #60s music #classic rock imagines #beatles imagines

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beauzoleils · 4 years

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ABIGAIL COWEN , CISFEMALE , SHE / HER → according to the school records , NATALIE LUCILLE BEAUSOLEIL has been attending sacred heart for the past three years . i last saw them hanging around the john bracken library ; i think they were working on writing her novel . at twenty - one years old , natalie has been studying english literature and get this , i heard that she’ll zone out while writing papers for class and come to surrounded by pages and pages full of archaic languages she doesn’t speak — figure it’s true ? everyone around here always associates them with a moonlight sonata echoing through empty halls , seats in the back row at the opera , and dead flowers pressed between the pages of an old book . in the time since these strange happenings , they have encountered unexplained occurrences .

HI , hello . i’m hannah n this is like . the only thing i’ve been thinking about recently , aka i’m so excited . ok anyway ! i’m 20 , kickin it in the est ! i’m a full time student ( majoring in being a dumb bitch n gay rights and i’m at the top of my class baby . . ) and i’m ALSO a preschool teacher so if i’m ever Not here , i’m with my babies ! ! but that isn’t the reason why ur all here . . ur here for an intro post ! so !

let’s talk abt my girl . . . 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐋 !

okay . so . first thing’s first . i have some Real Things prepared for my girl , including but not limited to :

a pinterest board !

a stats page !

and what i call NATALIE : A TRAGEDY IN THREE ACTS . it’s kind of a bio , mixed in with some stage directions here and there . it’s a quick read n rly gives you that Natalie Flavor if you know what i mean . . so if you feel so inclined n wanna take a look . . but full disclosure it rly does hit different than just reading this intro

anyway ! i’ll give a more condensed version of her bio here n some info abt her personality n some random headcanons . . etc !

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈 : 𝑨 𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀

alright SO . our girl natalie was born on april 13 , 1952 to michel and colette beausoleil . it was a thursday , and it was ALSO eleven weeks before colette’s due date , so we all know that can’t be good

( spoiler alert : it wasn’t )

natalie was supposed to be a twin , but the other baby ( a boy named pierre ) didn’t survive . they didn’t think that natalie would , but she did ! unfortunately , her parents were too wounded by the loss of their other baby and it was all grieving and no celebrating .

also . there’s more info abt her parents n how they met in the bio but , a sparknotes version is that michel was a playwright in paris and colette was a ballerina / his muse and they rushed into a marriage

michel made it rly big a couple yrs after natalie was born and so they decided to use that $ $ $ to send natalie away to an expensive boarding school in london called our lady of sacred suffering . it was , of course , a catholic girls boarding school and natalie hated it there

but they hated natalie there bc she was just the WORST catholic school girl of all time , so it was mutual

meanwhile , her relationship w her parents is . . very complicated . her dad is just kind of The Worst across the board , very reliant on drinking , definitely got into drug use at some point , had lots of affairs with the young actresses in his plays . and colette was just . . very sad and very absent so the support was Minimal

natalie has a lot of issues that are all rooted in her childhood tbh .

somewhere along the way , she found a deep passion for Writing and developed this sense of purpose and for a minute things were going very well

which we all know means things are about to get WORSE .

on her eighteenth birthday , natalie receieves a card in the mail from her mother for the First Time Ever . and she immediately is like . huh . well . something is Wrong .

she’s right .

( tw : nondescript mentions of car crashes & death )

a week later , she receives word that her parents were involved in a serious car accident at the pont de l’alma tunnel in paris and her did not survive the accident .

( end tw )

her mother’s family is not convinced that michel should walk away from this without blame and decides to take legal action against him and get him convicted with a more serious charge than just manslaughter .

they promise to keep natalie out of it as much as possible but when it comes time to testify as to whether or not michel had a history of not caring about colette’s life and well - being , the only one who can speak to it is natalie .

so she testifies and it’s her testimony that is the metaphorical nail in the coffin .

( tw : suicide mention )

michel knows it , too . that’s what natalie thinks . he turns up dead in his jail cell the day before he’s supposed to be sentenced . she never knows if he deserved the life sentence he was going to be given .

( end tw )

so then ! she’s an orphan ! but she does gain control over everything that her parents left behind , which turns out to be a lot .

she sells their house in paris , goes to wales to begin university , and hasn’t gone back since then . but like , she grew up in london for the most part so she’s not exactly sad about being away from paris and all the ghosts there .

and now she’s at sacred heart , working on writing her debut novel , which is the ( albeit , dramatized and fictionalized ) story of her parents !

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈 : 𝑨 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 .

so basically , she’s got issues .

fictional character inspo includes : jo march , alaska young , cheryl blossom

if you know anything abt astrology . . she’s an aries sun , mercury , and venus . . and a scorpio moon and mars . . and a gemini rising . . i’m so sorry JKDSFM

she’s very emotional but does a super good job of hiding it and keeping all those emotions ( esp the intense n darker ones ) buried away . . deep down where no one could see it

the minute that ppl kind of ? ? but two and two together n realize who she is ( bc . . in my head . . her dad’s whole trial was kind of . A Thing that the public knew abt . ) they’re probably rly concerned w Little she shows any real emotion to the whole thing .

rly she’s just the queen of compartmentalizing n repressing !

she’s very . . Assertive . like , when she wants something she’s going to do whatever it takes to get her way

very Very reckless . she’s like . . so fucking impulsive that it physically Pains me sometimes .

she’s very smart but like . More So , she’s very clever and very sharp with her words . a very fast thinker and a very loud talker

someone please . . tell her to stop yelling . she needs to Relax .

she’s very charming i’ll say it . n like ? seems cool ? the kind of person that you meet and immediately want to hang out w them .

very flirty , has always used that charming smile of hers to get ppl in her corner and she’s not gonna stop now ! she’s very good at making ppl feel special

but like . she means well most of the time sdkfj her heart is in the right place okay

big time trust issues . big time commitment issues . painfully independent and refuses to let anyone know how much she cares about them until she’s like . . Really sure that they aren’t going to hurt her

also very afraid of hurting people , which is another reason why she struggles to get attached to people . she definitely has this deep - rooted fear that Bad Things follower her and she doesn’t want to drag ppl into that

it’s literally a toss - up as to whether she’s going to seem like she’s demanding ur attention or entirely disinterested in it . bc she’s all over the place .

but like . i’m an emotional BITCH so she’s probably going to end up being 100000% softer than i intend bc i project too much soft bitch energy onto my characters Always .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 : 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 .

so many things . literally , anything . just a disclaimer , if u read thru this and had An Idea then like . yes Pls tell me , i want it xoxo

but here are some i have up in the old . . noggin .

EXES . please , please . . for the love of GOD give me some angsty exes nonsense . do you need someone who broke ur characters heart ? consider natalie UR GIRL . she’s Emotionally Damaged and has the capacity to be the angstiest ex of all time , okay ?

give her a weakness . she needs someone who she’s Actually vulnerable around and actually sees her have emotions and knows she’s not just this huge Mess all the time

i rly want someone that is like . from the same ( ish ) bg as her in the sense that like . . they also were surrounded by nice clothes n expensive private schools n Luxury but like . they Thrive in it the way natalie used to wish that she could . n just . i think it would b a super interesting dynamic bc they would just ! clash ! so intensely ! ! n tbh nat would probably b lowkey jealous Still n . spicy !

@ all those ppl who are into theatre : i’m Dying for some connections of ppl who knew / knew of her father n would know what happened w him perhaps on a deeper level than ppl who read it in the newspaper a few yrs ago . . ( bonus points if they lowkey idolized / looked up to her dad bc thats a Big Mess and could b spicy as fuck to explore , u know ? )

idk if any of y’all have characters who grew up in / around paris ? but if there are . . then Perhaps someone who knew her in her youth ?

okay . not to be Trash but like . i rly want her to have a dynamic that’s jo x laurie adjacent ? do they have to be in love w her ? no ! i just want someone that has that genuine bond w her and they care abt each other n goof around n like . . i’m already getting soft on main , huh , ,

she’s soo fucking messy that like . . all the messy fwb / frenemies with benefits / one night stand type of plots . . yes pls

i always want there to b a badass girl squad like . a group of ladies n theydies that take no shit n get in fights for each other n rly truly ride or die w each other . . we can workshop the name ok but for now ? my girl squad is open for applications

okay . let me cut myself off right there but i’ll leave you with my WANTED CONNECTIONS TAG n also again i’m 10000% okay to just brainstorm out something else completely if its what ur feeling !

if u read all / any of this . . i love u . <3 either hmu on discord ( let's go 𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒷𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓈 ! #6227 ) ksdjfskm OR ! like this n i will come to u ! okay , that’s all , bye

#heretics:intro #part 1 part 1 !#im so sorry for this

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faunusrights · 4 years

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 15

IN THIS EPISODE OF MURPHY LOSES THEIR SHIT ON MAIN:

“Tell her I said: fuck you, you miserable, conniving bitch. I don’t answer her summons. I don’t obey her orders. I’m through. I’m through with her, with all of you—”

THERE’S LORE, BUT IMPORTANTLY MURPHY REMEMBERS WHY THEY THINK CINDER’S HOT. LITERALLY.

already??? already??? yes, already. this chapter is called ‘nothing personal’ anmd i think that this is a lie. this is abt to get very personal very quickly.

It had taken two more days for Glynda’s soul to become bearable enough for Cinder to sit next to her on a bus.

out of the funniest lines they could have used to open the chapter up, this is just Peak. there’s so many moving parts to this. glynda’s rank soul. cinder having to be nice for TWO DAYS to make her chill out. the fact they’re taking the most menial form of transport of all time. oh my god they were sat beside each other. this is already so funny.

Gravity Dust glittered like volcanic glass.

👈😎👈 we sure love volcanoes around here huh

The clearing Cinder found was some twenty minutes from where she left Glynda with instructions for something salty for her.

im almost POSITIVE im not supposed to find these lines funny but cinder you are RADIATING salt you are COMPOSED ENTIRELY of salt please. you’ve asked for smthng salty and glynda’s gonna come back announcing she’s foiled all yr plans on accident again.

Mercury had stopped sending messages a month and a half ago. Emerald’s last one was a week old.

im almost definitely mentioned it in a prior liveblog but its worth remembering: cinder’s relationship w/ merc and em rly was the deciding factor in me suddenly loving her as a character and i just. every interaction they have hurts so good. cinders got TWO kids and even if her face says otherwise she loves them very much and that heals me on the inside

“There’s no way anyone knows about this island. We’re the only ones out here. Merc and I have to get his shitty frozen pizzas airshipped in.”

“Still. Be careful.” She paused for a moment. “...Is that all he’s eating?”

“You know he’d die before he ate a vegetable.”

“He will, at this rate.”

I LOVE U MOMMA CINDER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this is SO good. this section HEALS ME!!!!!!!! which is good because i have a feeling the rest of this will gore me alive

"I promise. At the end of all of this, I'm coming back and I'm not leaving again. Trust me."

aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAA god u cant tell thru text alone but this section is K I L L I N G me and H E A L I N G me and also KIL L I

“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust,” Cinder said, miserably. “I need you to be safe.”

N G M E

The line between us and them had felt so concrete.

god i just. theres so much i still cant say that isnt 👈👈👈😨👈👈👈 but cinder and hati and all this other STUFF happening in the bg is so good and i just love how nuanced this dumbass is. cinder fall, the woman who never wins, and her brief moments of comfort. she is my ANGEEEEEEEEEEL

Now the only thing left was to deliver her to Atlas; if she had to speak with her more to do that, she would.

Not that she wanted to have to admit that to Hati.

cinder:there’s a lot of we and our going on and i’m a little nervous that the more we talk the more thats gonna happen and i gotta say; not a fan.

and [Glynda]’s desperate for—”

A heritage? A purpose? Belonging?

“She’s desperate,” Cinder finished, softly. Then: “She’s coming willingly.”

this might be another 👈😎👈 situation or im just drawing parallels like a three year old with a newfound ruler but HRM. CINDER. HRM.

Rather, her stomach twisted at the implications. Everything was ready. The machine worked. All that was left was to deliver the final piece.

“Okay. Good.” It was good. It was the culmination of years of work.

whats good and fun is watching cinder wrestle w/ her own humanity and its rly good because even as she tries her very best to use ppl to her own ends that pesky lil soft bitch inside makes her second guess everything and its GREAT fun. u can rly see that as soon as she spends longer than an allotted 10 minutes w/ somebody she starts being like ‘hrm. oh no’. oh cinder. u soft bitch. ilu.

The spot beneath his wing, though… Cinder folded into it as though it were meant for her, as though they were meant for each other, bodies fitted so easily. Here, safe, she closed her eyes and dreamed bleakly of the days to come.

i swear to god i cannot wait until [redacted] and [redacted] and [REDACTED] happens cause then i can lose my shit abt this ALL OVER AGAIN but for now. for now. immerse myself in cinder cuddles. im holding back but on the inside im feral

but Cinder was all calm, sliding through the trees like she belonged here. Like it was her domain by birthright.

FERAL.... FERAL!!!!!!!!!!!!

Because they were not friends, Glynda asked, “Where are we going?”

i love that glynda has to preface it like a reminder. because they were not friends. because she cannot trust winter. because she blocked oz’s number lmao. it’s great seeing how much more... clinical, i guess, glynda’s thoughts are, and it’s a great way to show the narratives differences? its GOOD is what im trying 2 say on main,

Instead, she complained, “It’s so difficult to be so wanted.”

firstly: i love cinder “i have a complaint” fall is secondly: i am going to read into this. i am going to read into this and divine a second meaning. i am reading into it.

Cinder emerged from the dark like a leviathan sloughing off a sunless sea. It rippled around her shoulders, swallowed the back of her skull, but the only sharpness to her was her smile. It was the first time Cinder had smiled since returning from her meeting with the Manticore.

oho. ohoohohohoooohohohooOUGHHOHOHO she hot. nasty mean lady big hott.

“You don’t scare me,” Glynda insisted.

“Silly you,” said Cinder. “Come on. I’ll lead.”

hohogughgohohoghgh f flirtign.......................,,,,,,,,,.,.,.,.,.,.,.

a faint light was stirring to life before her—suffusing out along Cinder’s chest and throat, spilling from her heart and out through her skin. In the beginning, it was so faint it seemed to be an illusion; but no, soon enough it was undeniable, and Glynda could even make out the rough shapes of the wall and floor.

YEEEEEEEEES i love. glowy lantern cinder. like theres a lot of fun little canons abt cinder in this fic i adore but the fact that she glows is like fuckin TOP. look at her. lil candle baby. shes like a microwave bean toy. i adore her.

She walked like a queen through her domain, seemingly irrespective of where on Remnant they were; even here, underground, in forgotten left-behind places, Cinder reigned.

god im sorry im too busy being gay to even be paying attention to anything rn i LOVE cinder to DEATH,,,,,,,,,, she knows shes the thing 2 be feared around here and its so good. i cant wait for her to open her big mouth and fuck it up again!!!

“High Leader Khan requires your presence in Mistral, Ms. Fall. She advises that you attend promptly, in order to discuss the missing members of our organization.”

A hum. Cinder said, “I don’t want to.”

GHSDFGSDFGHKJDF cinder you are. smthng else. shes just so LIKE THAT. what a great chapter for cinder this has been im SIPPIN baby

okay im doing a lot of leaping haead here and its not for lack of having anything 2 say in fact its QUITE the opposite because this whole bit is. wow. we got lore??? lore??? abt so many things??? what does any of it mean????? I AM NOT SURE BUT IM LOVIN IT (tm)

“It’s not a Semblance, idiot.” The control in Cinder’s voice was all staccato, pitching cold to inferno in an instant. “It was a gift.

okay bear with me for this JUICY LORE but i am Deeply fascinated by this section. im not gonna. say anything because idk how this is tying up yet (bear with) but HOO. HOOOOOOO. im trying to like keep grabbing sections but this whole part is SO GOOD i am loving-- like-- id have to-- TRUST ME THE OG WASNT AS SPICY AS THIS OKAY

THIS IS SO MUCH SPICER AND ITS GOOD

Cinder glowed like the magma heart of a volcano.

ITS SPICY ITS GOOD ITS 👈😍👈

im gonna have to reread this bit to get the full effect because the downside of a liveblog like this is having to stop-start but OUGHGHGHGUGHUGH THE LORE,,, THE MASKS,,, THE FANG??? also sienna dont listen 2 her baby i love u too

Cinder looked like a line to be crossed, and even though they weren’t friends—rather the opposite—Glynda found she didn’t want to cross her. Not now, when the emotion was still raw on her face.

oughgh... the vulnerability. cinder... snoft... but also angery 😔

this was SUCH a good chapter im DYING i love cinder in offal hunt to BITS and this arc is already feeding me so much good shit. fuck yea. FUCK YEA. HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--

#rwby #offal hunt #liveblog #welcome to the cinder fall defence squad how may i take yr order

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hi, hello 💗 hyuna anon again. the idea isn’t really good lol, buut, i was thinking something where it’s kind of cute but still sexy where hyuna’s just kind of obsessed with like having her hands on you at all times? she especially gets a kick out of playing with your boobs 😌 but yeah, that’s all i had so far lol. u could probably elaborate it more/make it more interesting 💗💕💖

⚢ pairing — reader + Kim Hyuna

✎ word count — 1,826

✦ genre — smut, drabble

✗ warnings — graphic description of sex, pwp, public groping

[A/N] this was NOT meant to be this long but….im rly so goddamn gay for hyuna and idk i hope this came out ok for my fellow gays uwu

To some extent, Hyuna likes the looks that some PDA with you brings. When you’re minding your own business and her hand travels up your inner thigh as you sit together, you both notice the looks of the people around you. Sure, on some occasions it could be annoying and she would wish for privacy and the looky loos to mind their own business, but on the other hand…it could sometimes egg her on.

She likes to give the people something to look at, because the truth of the matter is they’re going to look at her anyway. Why not give them something to talk about then? Or, at the very least, she can continue to enjoy herself by feeling you up even more.

Her hands have a mind of their own most times, lingering touches and soft, almost tickling fingers skimming under the bottom hem of your shirt to feel your soft skin. She’s intoxicated by you, addicted and most of the time she doesn’t realize how a simple touch to her could garner such big responses not just from the onlookers surrounding her on a daily basis, but from you.

She knows how much you like her touch. So she continues, an arm draping around your shoulders casually but her fingers are dancing, just barely brushing the top of your left breast through your shirt.

“I love this shirt on you.” She says, eyes cast down to your breasts, “So soft~” She coos, fingers trailing over the swell of your breast with a feather light touch, before someone else wanders over and she’s forced to pull her leg back out of your lap and sit up straight in her chair to respond to them.

The day is coming to an end, and you’re both grateful that it’s over. There’s a few things to discuss with her manager, but it doesn’t take long. You’d been trailing along behind her for the last hour or so, waiting for her work to be finished, and you were more than ready to leave. Not only were you exhausted from a full day at work yourself, but the touches Hyuna kept gracing you with were making you feel a little dizzy.

She’s on her phone calling for a ride home when the elevator doors shut a few minutes later, leaning against the back wall and regarding you with an almost sleepy expression as she looks you up and down. When she ends the call and slides her phone into her back pocket, she stalks forward with her bottom lip between her teeth, stifling the smile that’s threatening to spread across her face.

“I really, really like this shirt.” She tells you, and her hands cup your breasts, “It looks nice and tight right here.” She licks her lips, eyeing you up. “And so soft.” She whispers, “Pretty.”

“It’s your shirt.” You tell her with a brow raised, amused by her antics.

“Is it?” She hums, “To be honest I’m not paying any attention to the shirt whatsoever.” She gives you a smile, tilting her head a little, “You caught me.”

“I know.” You giggle, “You’re so handsy.”

“But you like it~” She smiles at you, leaning in with her lips pursed for a brief kiss before the elevator doors open and you step out together into the front lobby. It’s so late, there’s hardly anybody around in the normally busy front entrance, but Hyuna waves and says goodnight to a couple of guards and the receptionist who’re stuck working late, one hand laced tightly with your own.

The car she called for was parked right where she told it to be, waiting on her with the back door open. You both slide into the back seat, her fingers still laced with your own, and when the driver shuts the door for you Hyuna slips one leg over your lap and places her head on your shoulder. The ride is silent for a good few minutes and you think that maybe she’s drifted off to sleep when you see the hand that wasn’t still holding onto your own is slowly creeping up the buttons of your blouse, undoing the lowest two before you had even noticed it.

You crane your neck to look down at her and she’s got her tongue between her teeth, licking at her top lip like she’s hungry as she eyes your chest.

“Not here.” You hiss quietly into her ear. Her hair smells nice and you find yourself nuzzling into her warmth as she stops undoing buttons, slipping her hand under your shirt and up the cup of your bra.

Your eyes focus on the driver, too nervous to look away in case his gaze flickers into the rearview mirror and catches you, but he keeps his eyes on the road even as Hyuna’s fingers find your nipple, circling it until it stiffens, then she moves to cup the swell of your breast, lifting it and ducking her head.

Through the flimsy material of your shirt and with your bra shoved out of the way, you can feel the warmth of her breath first when she puts her mouth over your nipple. You gasp, soft as you can manage, but the driver never makes a move to glance into the rearview mirror as he pulls up at a stop sign, glancing at the other lanes before proceeding.

You risk a glance away from the driver, looking instead with incredulity at your girlfriend, who moves her mouth from your shirt and smiles at you bright and sweet as candy. “What?” She asks.

“Not here.” You insist again, speaking as softly as you can manage even as you pull your hand from her grasp and shift to subtly tuck your breast back into the cup of your bra and re-button the last three buttons of your shirt.

“If I keep it up, will I get punished?” She asks you with a lift of her brow.

“If you keep your hands to yourself for the rest of the ride,” You tell her quietly, “I’ll do anything you want when we get back home.”

She laughed, but seemed to agree, lacing her fingers with yours again and leaning her head over onto your shoulder, after placing a sweet kiss on your cheek. The rest of the ride is relatively short and definitely uneventful. That is to say, nobody’s breasts were out and your girlfriend was able to keep her hands to herself.

Once home, there was nothing stopping her from getting what she wanted. You manage to make your way to the living room, Hyuna stalking along behind you, eyes on your ass and her hands tickling at your sides and making you rush a little quicker with every step, squealing in protest.

She moves around to your front, pushing you until you fall backwards onto the couch, and then she drops to her knees, settling herself between your legs and kneading your thighs while her eyes lock on yours and she moves upward in a fluid motion, capturing your lips with her own.

The kiss is harsh, full of pent up sexual frustration and need. Her teeth dig into your bottom lip until you gasp from the pain, and then her hands are back on the buttons of your shirt, pushing the material off of your shoulders as she grips your bra straps and tugs.

Your breasts spill from the top when she tugs the cups down, and you slip your arms from the straps, panting at the sight of her hungry mouth as she eyes you for just a second before her mouth is on you. The warm, wet cavern of her mouth latches onto your breast, and she moans against your skin as your nipple hardens against her tongue.

Hyuna keeps her eyes shut at first, sucking, licking, her hands squeezing the fullness of your breasts even as she nurses at you, flicking her tongue over the sensitive buds. Then her eyes open and she’s staring up at you from between your thighs, tongue out, running sinful circles around the tips.

“Does this feel good?” She asks you, voice soft and low. “Do you like it?”

“Yes.” You reply breathlessly.

“I can’t get enough of your tits.” Hyuna groans, pulling back to admire the way they shone in the pale light of the room, slicked with her spit. “I love the feel of you on my tongue..” She says, sticking her tongue out flat and licking your breast deliberately slow, all the while making eye contact. “Here,” She says, “And here.” And then she’s cupping you, stroking you gently through your pants and underwear with her middle fingers.

For a moment, you both fumble to get your pants and underwear off and when you settle back in your seat, spreading your thighs open wide so she can settle between them again, Hyuna asks, “You said you’d give me anything I want?”

You nod, fingers carding through her hair eagerly, “Yes, love. Anything.”

“Lay back,” She smiles at you, “I want you to lick me while I lick you.” She stands up and sheds her clothes in a hurry, admiring your body as you lay flat on the couch, splaying yourself open for her hungry gaze.

You keep forgetting to breathe when she climbs on top of you and her pussy, slick and pink, is right in your face, ready to be devoured. Oxygen takes a back seat to tasting her, licking her, your hands wrapped around her thighs and gripping her ass, spreading her open so you can reach as much of her sex as possible. She’s dipped between your thighs, mewling softly between harsh licks against your clit as you tongue fuck her.

Hyuna makes you cum first, embarrassingly quick as you moan desperately into her dripping cunt, fingers squeezing her skin and pushing her harder against your mouth, desperate to get her off. She licks you to completion and then you claw at her sides, reaching for her, trying to get her to sit up.

She turns to ride your face, looking down at your eyes as she rocks against your mouth and you lick, suck, swallow every drop of sweetness that flows from her as she cries out and cums on your face moments later.

Afterwards, you quickly shower together and Hyuna complains she’s much too tired to get dressed, so you go to bed naked, legs tangled and her head resting on your chest. Even still, as she drifts off to sleep, her hands are teasing you; fingers trailing over your nipples until they harden and pinching you gently every so often, her mouth leaving little sleepy kisses on the swell of your breast that her head was resting on. When she falls asleep, her hand is cupping your breast and her mouth is buried against your skin, breath warm and soothing, and you fall asleep with a smile on your face.

#anonymous #hyuna anon #hyuna smut #wlw #mine #drabble

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thepringlesofblood · 5 years

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thoughts on stranger things three (spoilers. so many.)

this is just me yellin into the void as usual, but I like recording my opinions on things even if no one will read them

good:

- every single scene w/ the robin, steve, erica, dustin gang, especially!!! the coming out scene. scoops?? iconic. steve and dustin’s secret handshake? transcendent. the drugged out back to the future scene? perfect.

- eleven and max say fuck the patriarchy. love el’s new look

- more competent women is always a win

- funhouse fight!!! carnival fight!!!FIREWORKS??!??!

- the destruction of the mall (sadly the only anticapitalist symbolism I could find)

- the scene after jonathan and nancy get fired where they’re angry about their separate marginalized identities making this loss worse. I really liked how it went into the ways it will impact both of them, and I especially liked when nancy got home and talked to her mom.

- joyce going buckwild and getting shit done.

- the portrayal of hypervigilance as a symptom of PTSD. All of these characters have seen some shit, and all of them pick up on the littlest things the second they present themselves because subconsciously, they’re always on edge, always aware of bad it could break.

- most of will’s character arc. not all, but most of it. the queer experience of watching all your friends get dates and feeling like you’re missing out on something? trying to regain their interest because you feel lost and left behind? worrying that you’re not “growing up” because you don’t recognize romantic interest in yourself? not realizing you’re falling for your best friend until they get a romantic partner and suddenly you hate the partner even though they haven’t done anything wrong? a poignant, beautiful, very painful portrayal of queer teenhood. I really, really wish there was a moment that the audience realized will was in love with mike though. Like, it’s been building for a very long time. Also, a more thorough confirmation of will’s queerness would’ve been nice. I think they meant mike saying “you don’t understand bc you don’t like girls” to be that confirmation, but I want to hear it from will. Robin’s moment is so so so good though.

- domestic fuckery

- getting someone on the inside to help them/alexei as a character. not the symbolism or larger ramifications of his character arc, but how his knowledge and personality interacted.

- mr clarke!!!!

- el going into someone’s memories again

- how prepared everyone is to fight because they’ve seen this shit before and robin and erica are just like ‘this might as well happen’

- keeping with the stranger things pattern of having a bunch of different groups of people all in different genres and then together they all meet up and go ?????

- I know every says billy didn’t get enough of a redemption arc but tbh I did not see his character development as redeeming in any way and I liked that. It didn’t excuse his abusive actions, it just explained them. There was no “oh he was secretly good all along”, no dramatic total character reversal on his death bed, just him deciding that he had enough of being controlled. Max didn’t get full closure with him, he didn’t say some big speech about being wrong or realizing the ramifications of his actions bc he hadn’t reached that point yet. he just said “I’m sorry” and died. that could mean “i’m sorry for how I’ve treated you”, “I’m sorry for how many people I’ve killed”, “I’m sorry for not being able to stop the monster”, anything. we don’t know what it means. we don’t get an explanation. It speaks to how survivors of abuse often don’t get to know why, don’t get closure, don’t get all the answers.

- steve finally won a fight before getting the shit kicked out of him

- the whole no one knowing anything about each other bc no cell phones and/or wasnt there when It Happened.

- Erica getting the DND set was poetic cinema

- when joyce sees will on the firetruck and they run towards each other because finally, for once, will is completely unscathed, will isn’t the one who got hurt/possessed. I was already crying but this is the part where i had to get tissues bc I was sobbing.

Bad:

- the red scare bullshit and glorification of capitalism. this show started out as “the US govt is doing shady shit” and now the big climatic “everything’s alright” is the army getting there?? what the fuck. There’s being accurate to the time period and then there’s sending a message. they could’ve subverted that trope in so many ways, but they just went for straight up “capitalism is great! fuck russia!” and I hated that. also, talk about one-note villainry. there weren’t even any dramatic monologues to make up for it, it just kinda sucked.

- Hopper’s character in the beginning of the season. the scene where he gets wasted after getting stood up? shitty. not talking to el about his vaguely sexist overprotective actions? shitty. blowing up at joyce for no reason? shitty. he pulls it together in the end but it was OOC for a bit there. Plus I would kill for more “hopper and el work through their trauma together”, rather than “friend group splinters bc hopper did a yell”

- I don’t know what to think about hopper’s death. It just hurts, and not in a satisfying, last harry potter book way.

- why the fuck are the byers and el moving?????? did they ever give a reason???? WHY?????? WILL AND EL’S ENTIRE SUPPORT NETWORK, THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO KNOW WHAT THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH AND CAN HELP THEM, IS IN HAWKINS!!!!!

- the ads. omg the ads. lucas idc about your fucking coke. there’s so much goddamn product placement. christ on a goddamn bicycle.

- previous seasons have had body horror, but it was all black goo so it was removed from reality and conveyed a psychological, otherworldly horror. and I liked that. WHY WAS THERE SO MUCH FUCJING MEAT IN THIS ONE??? THE MIND FLAYER LOOKED LIKE IT WAS MADE OF BBQ SAUCE AND I HATED IT!!! STOP!!!THE MEATS!!!!!

- can el not be injured......for oNCE?????

- also can people stop standing around staring at shit so much? theyve seen it before. it’s not like it’s a huge shock. people stand around for like 5 minutes before Doing Things and it annoys me. with the New Kids like erica and robin it makes sense but like....whenever theres a monster mike just sits there like :o cOME ON DUDE YOU’VE DONE THIS SO MANY TIMES GET A KNIFE OR SOMETHIN!!!

- WHAT. WAS. THE GREEN STUFF?????????????????? IS IT FUCKING PLUTONIUM OR SOMETHING???? WHAT THE FUCK!!! IF YOU NEED A MACGUFFIN BE LESS OBVIOUS ABOUT IT!!!

- idk about you but murray yelling at them about sex kinda rubbed me the wrong way.

- speaking of, you caNNOT convince me that murray, 4 locks on the front door lives in a bunker murray, would take a goddamn enemy of the state to a carnival and leave him alone for any period of time. seriously????????

- look.....it was adorable.....i’ll give you that.....but.....the song dustin and suzy sang slapped me with secondhand embarrassment and genre disconnect so hard I found it impossible to enjoy. also...planck’s constant??? you could/......idk........call mr clarke????????? you’ve interrupted the man’s life for less!!!! I was also half expecting it to be joyce who remembered it from all the studying she did on the magnets. I did enjoy the whole “i met a girl at camp” story being unbelievable until it was but like I was expecting the thing she wanted him to say to be like a famous star wars love quote or something not an entire song jesus christ

- if hopper turns out to be alive I will face god and walk backwards into hell. I suffered through supernatural, I will not be caught in a cycle of fake deaths again.

- i get the whole “we’re growing up now” thing but aren’t they like 13? theyre still so young??? also like i dont rly care for the vague soap-opera-y vibes the core squad gave off.

- the only people who got flayed were either a. already pretty shitty or b. completely unknown. like. it just made it less scary????

- hopper just fucking standing by the machine looking at joyce instead of running the 5 seconds up the steps into the room. seriously? was that supposed to be slow motion or was that real time???

- the whole thing with cerebro not working at the beginning sucked ass.

- hey does mrs wheeler have eyes??? like??? there were exactly two (2) scenes she had with mike and nancy and both were Big Conversations like they live there right/????tbh i forgot she was their mom until those scenes bc of the whole billy thing, which i decidedly do not have an opinion on but like....do they eat breakfast there???

#spoilers #stranger things spoilers #stranger things #stranger things 3 #stranger things 3 spoilers

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bellbottomedzoso · 5 years

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Pink Floyd Impression

SOO UHHH CAS GOT ME LISTENING TO THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON FUN

Ok ngl this shit is COOL

speak to me and breathe in air are really pretty openers. And the first three tracks flowed into each other nice which was saTISFYING

on the run got me feeling like I should be fighting a boss in an 8-bit video game but it’s cool ya know

I’ve decided I don’t like on the run that much I’m sorry

Off topic but I’m eating my dinner as I’m listening and it’s velveeta mac and cheese which is disgusting don’t buy it

Time started and I JUMPED the alarms shOOK ME

OK THE USE OF PRETTY MUCH NONMUSICAL SOUNDS IS SO COOL??? Like the bells and the walking and the radio chatter it’s just interesting!!!

One minute into time and it’s cool

The part before he starts singing is rly pretty

It feels weird but idk how to explain

OK IM GONNA TRY TO EXPLAIN BUT IM GONNA SOUND LIKE A CRACKHEAD DONT MIND ME

it’s like,,, this is ok this is fine I can breathe but also wATCH OUT there’s something sneaky behind you

Ok this dudes voice is so?? Pretty???

Like he starting singing and I just sighed

DAMN TIME IS SO!!! COOL!!!!!!!

This guitar solo has me bOPPIN

There’s so many vibes I just wanna sit in this song forever

Oo the gig in the sky is next Cas asked me to listen to this yesterday and I got through half of it before I had to leave.

I don’t remember much of it tbh I wasn’t fully paying attention

ok tggits is on why is this piano getting me in my fEELS

oh ok but it’s nice though. It’s like wait is this sad?? No no it’s ok

I feel like I’m gonna be very wrong about that later

THESE VOCALS MAN I MIGHT ACTUALLY BE CRYING

ok shit I looked back at the lyrics and really thought about them with the title and the cRAZY WICKED VOCALS and just ETHEREAL instruments and

Oh no

Just texted Cas “BRO WHAT THE HELL IM EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE” as a sorta like update and I mean

Yeah.

I didn’t hear the whispering so I guess I’m not dying

OK MONEY CAME ON AND I IMMEDIATELY FEEL LIKE TEN TIMES CLASSIER

Where’s my three piece suit, cane, fedora, and gold rings

I LOOKED UP THE LYRICS AND GOT CARDI B’S SONG INSTEAD I WAS SO SCARED

I like

Guitar

This is good kush

Hey can we talk about drums for a second

I don’t know shit about drums but

THIS. This is BANGIN

I love the chatter in the back!!!!! It adds such character oh wow

Oh yeah Us and Them we got them oRGANS

Also smooth transition that was nice

I love how slow and smooth this is it’s like softly rolling ocean waves

Sax is pretty I like you

I’m wondering if this will get really fast or just stay slow either way I’m happy

It picked up for a bit and I like I like

Gosh it’s, sAD. Why are they so emo lol

STOP WHY AM I CRYING DMVHEMGH

That was crazy pretty.

Any colour you like. You know what I like? THIS

Just instrumental stuff is sO pretty and fun

Brain damage is on!

Idk why my first thought was “dear prudence” am I ok

wOah tHerE eDge LoRd

“Dw friend I’ll be sad with u”

Gosh that was pretty but also sAD

Damn! These guys and their flawless transitions! It’s satisfying

Eclipse is the last song and now I’m kinda sad

Like because the albums over not just because these guys are eMO

GOSH THEYVE GOT POWER

they’re so PRESENT

And full! So very full it’s gorgeous

Ok the album is over and uhhh.

Wow. Holy sHIT. I sound dramatic but I’m woke lol

I think my favorite songs are time, us and them, and brain damage.

That’s a whole experience like,, I’m feeling a lot haha

Cas made me a playlist with a lot more stuff so I am eXCITE

Sorry this is so damn long but aaahhhhh I felt like writing and I wanted something to do while I listened so why not! Documenting things is always lovely and it’s nice having stuff to look back on. Maybe my take of the album will change and it’ll be interesting to see what I used to think who knows?

So there you have it! An amateur talks about Pink Floyd :)

#pink floyd #the dark side of the moon

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purplesurveys · 5 years

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Where did you get what you wore to bed last night? I decided to stay over at Gabie’s place at the last minute and didn’t bring a change of clothes, so she lent me one of her duster dresses. Do your parents smoke? Nope. Do you know anyone who has a ton of real fur clothes? As far as I know I don’t, and I hope there really is no one. If Britney Spears came to your town, would you go see her concert? It’s a cool prospect, but I wouldn’t go. What about Hedley? See I don’t even have the slightest clue who they/that are/is.

When you're cranky, do you take it out on others? Yep. Have you ever worn a pair of leather (fake or real) pants? No. I’d die from how hot it would be. Are you older then sixteen? Yes. If the last person you kissed asked you to marry them, what would you do? I always talk about how excited I am to get married, but if she asked me at this moment I’d find it freaky and say that it’s too early to do such a thing. What color pen did you last use? Black. Do you know who Craig Owens is? I don’t think so. What was the last message you received about? I was just talking to Gabie about her dad and asking her for reassurance that he likes and approves of me. He’s really nice, but he’s intensely quiet, and as a mass communication major who’s used to being surrounded by talkative people and filling the silence with noise, his quietness unnerved me quite a bit. Side story: The three of us had dinner last night and even though I begged her not to, Gabie went to the washroom, leaving me with her dad for several minutes. Filipino parents would normally break the ice and ask questions, but he immediately went on his phone and DID. NOT. TALK. TO ME. As if I wasn’t there. It wasn’t necessarily rude, it’s just the way he is according to Gab. It was straight out of a movie, I was so uncomfortable–even mortified to an extent–and looked around at other tables for a bit and wondered if we were gonna stay like that for eternity. I put my masscom skills to the table and came up with a topic, which thankfully lasted until he came back. Do you ever suddenly jolt awake when you're almost asleep? It happens sometimes. What shoes do you wear to work out in? I don’t work out. Has a bookshelf or desk, etc, of yours ever randomly collapse? I don’t remember that ever happening. What's the longest you ever stayed at someone else's house? Idk, I never really overstay. The longest has probably been at Angela’s - I’d sometimes stay close to a full 24 hours there. What is your favorite aunt's middle name? I think it’s Josette. What was the subject of the last science fair project you did? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA can we forget fucking investigative projects please omg those made my high school life HELL Do you think making a guy/girl jealous is a good way to get together? It’s certainly petty. I like petty. Is your math teacher married? I haven’t taken a math class since freshman year; but no, I don’t think that prof is married. Name something you used to wear that you thought you looked SO good in, but now when you see it is actually hideous? It’s not hideous, but I had a stiletto phase when I was 13 and would wear 6-inch heels to the fucking mall. It’s so embarrassing to look back on, especially when I realize now that people weren’t staring at me because they were impressed with my heels, they were staring because I looked fucking dumb. Do you miss your last ex? I missed her too much I got back together with her. When you believe in the Easter Bunny, what did you think it looked like? Chandler Bing from that one Halloween episode. What about the tooth fairy? I didn’t really have an image in mind, I just wanted her to give me money. Do you/did you have a religion class in school? I went to a Catholic school, so yes. But the school I go to now prohibits any kind of religious promotion. There are religious orgs and people of any and every religion are allowed to step into the university, but coaxing people to prayer or something of that manner isn’t allowed. Has your best friend ever ditched you for a guy/girl? Never. Do you ever get jealous of your friends? Sometimes, but they’re my friends so it passes. Do you think it's stupid when people online out over little spelling errors? Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. Is there someone who calls or texts you every night to say goodnight? Gabie. If your best friend got cancer, would you shave your head with them? I would probably do it for Gabie or Anj. Did you kiss anyone on New Year's this year? No, my girlfriend and I always spend the holidays with our families. Name someone you know who is Buddhist. I’ve heard one of my classmates from high school is a Buddhist, but I never got that confirmed cos I never really cared for her. Has anyone ever purposely made a food of you? What does this even mean? Like a cupcake with my face on it? No. Would you rather work at a fast food restaurant or be a garbage man? Fast food but I’d rather stay inside the kitchen or have a role that won’t require me to be social. I wouldn’t want to deal with pissy old people. What was the subject of the last essay you wrote? Chinese-Filipino relations in the Philippines from the 1970s to the present. Does your mom wear makeup? Yes. Do you kiss your boyfriends/girlfriends in front of your parents? I held Gabie’s hand while we were with her dad last night, but no I don’t kiss her. Have you ever spent Christmas alone? I’m always with my family, but I do feel mentally alone. Have you ever spent your birthday alone? Yes. Do you say attractive, hot, or sexy or something else about guys/girls? Um I mean I say ‘pretty’ a lot. Is there a member of the opposite sex you'd do ANYTHING for? Gabie’s dad tbh. Does your favorite uncle have any children? No. Has anyone ever kissed you when you were so not expecting it? I’m sure it’s happened before. Was it a good surprise kiss? Or bad? Good, cos all my kisses always come from my girlfriend haha. Do you know which has more alcohol: beer or vodka? It’s gotta be vodka, right? Name a Nintendo 64 game. Mario Kart 64. Hahaha, easy way out. Do you use gift bags or wrapping paper? Gift bags, because I’m absolutely hopeless with gift-wrapping. Do you ever day dream about the person you like? She comes up from time to time, yes. Have you ever sat in front of a kicking and crying child on a plane? No thank godddddd. Name all the members (first, middle and last names) from your favorite band. Hayley Nichole Williams, Zachary Wayne Farro, Taylor Benjamin York. Do you still have any Pokemon cards? Nah, those disappeared like a decade ago. How many cards are in your wallet? I’ve never really gotten to counting them. YouTube, Facebook or Bzoink? I mean I use them all for different reasons. I’d go to YouTube for videos, Facebook for work, and Bzoink to find surveys. Have you ever tried to make something right but it just messed it up more? Do you mean all the time? Has someone ever approached you and offered you drugs? Never. I’d be so shocked and probably get an anxiety attack haha. ^ What did you do? Do you like the picture on your ID? NO. It had been drizzling and I had no umbrella + I was late for Math class ON MY FIRST DAY AS A COLLEGE FRESHMAN so I was so hassled. You can make out my wet hair a bit in the photo. What would you do if your favorite artist came to town but your parents wouldn't let you go? Find a way. Do you type really or rly? Both. I’d type rly if I was lazy, talking to a friend, or if I’m lazy and talking to a friend. Do you say everything in inititals because saying the full thing is too much work? Only with close friends. Have you ever found someone on the Sims to be attractive? No??? What was your first kiss like? Clueless and lots of fumbling around from me. Gab kissed me as though she’s done it a thousand times though. Is there someone you pretend to like but they really piss you off? I remember so many people. What does AP stand for? As a journalism student I understood that as Associated Press. What's something you wish was different? The country I live in. Do you ever say 'I'm rotted?’ Never said that in my life. What's the last color of jeans you saw? I saw? Light blue. Do you know anyone who refuses to swear? Yeah there were a couple of goody two shoes in high school who would absolutely refuse to. Who knows, college might have changed them. Have you ever heard a young child swear? No. Have you ever heard your grandparents swear? My maternal grandfather did, but I’ve never heard the other three do so. Have you heard all your friends swear? DUH hahaha.

#survey #surveys

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astrofireworks · 6 years

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okay so my club just got a rly sus email invite this morning to perform at some event on wall street next week and we were like 👀👀 that’s really sus there’s no introduction explaining what this event is about so we google it and it deadass is a dating mingle for ‘single rich asians aged 25 - 35 seeking marriage in upcoming 1-3 years’ and i just

consider this: a binu version

so eunwoo’s relatively good with money

and by relatively good i mean this boy is a banker he handles money for a living

and so he’s also relatively busy, given that, you know, he has to handle a lot of money for a living

and he doesn’t really have time to date

and his mum is concerned ! bc: “you know, son, you gotta get married at some point??”

eunwoo: :^( no i don’t but okay mum whatever you say

mum: “alright good and bring your brother too god knows the both of you can get out more,”

and so she signs them up for this speed dating thing

and when he gets the invite in the mail he nearly chokes on his morning coffee

because it says:

i shit you not my entire e-board chat collectively choked

eunwoo: oh

wow strong hint mum thanks

but he’s also promised his mum bc he’s a good kid so

okay so

jinjin: “hey yall i just got this rly weird invite in my inbox this morning take a look”

“hi jinjin, we are hosting an event catering to a group of high net worth individuals and celebrity influencers aged 25 - 35. will your group be available for a 5 - 10 minute routine? location will be xx wall street, from 6 - 8pm. thanks! regards, mj.”

jinjin: “???????????????? there’s literally no introduction i have no idea what this event is”

rocky: “that’s really sus, let’s not??”

rocko: “also i googled it and get this”

rocko: “it’s deadass,,”

rocko: “a marriage-oriented dating event”

rocko: “for rich asians”

jinjin:

bin:

bin: “rich asians”

bin: “aka sugar daddies hello??”

rocko spluttering bc wow bin that’s the first thing you think of???

bin: “jk but does this at least mean we get paid”

jinjin emailing them back and getting a reply that indeed, they will get paid

bin: :~) well then

and so the day of the event arrives

eunwoo and sanha arriving in suits

you know that one photo of eunwoo yeah this one

lordt what a look

it’s a pretty big ballroom thing, eunwoo wants to say

there’s food and a bar and a stage and,,,,, a lot of well-dressed people

sanha wondering how much money it took to host the event

eunwoo sighing

eunwoo mingling and talking to people and being beautiful and bored

because yeah sure, eunwoo knows and understands the importance of networking

but networking for business

not spouse-shopping

and the way some of these people look???

ie, cold and calculating and like they’re trying to figure out sanha’s net worth????

he’s okay if they do it to him bc he’s fairly used to it given that he’s been to a ridiculous amount of banking events but

his brother is not something you can buy, thanks !!!!!

eunwoo is Not Interested

bin and rocko and jinjin backstage murmuring to each other

because everyone here looks loaded af??

rocko: “do you think if we talked to them they’d be able to buy us filming equipment so we can film proper dance covers???”

bin: “wow and u snorted @ me when i mentioned sugar daddies-”

jinjin looking in slight disbelief

eunwoo some distance off, nudging sanha: “hey buddy we’ve been here for half an hour we can lie to mum and tell her we stayed for two hours but nobody interesting came do you wanna go and get fried chicken or”

sanha: chICKEN yEs :D

eunwoo sighing in relief bc thank god if he catches anyone else eyeing either him or sanha up and down again he might tear someone’s neck off

he knows he’s beautiful but no thanks

but before he can turn to look for the exit, the lights dim

eunwoo: ???? btch now what

mj: “now, welcoming our first performers of the night!”

eunwoo & sanha: ?????

polite clapping accompanying the starting notes of gashina echoing from the stage

sanha about to ask eunwoo if he still wants to leave for chicken but his eyes go to the three guys on stage and

holy heck

by the way more shameless self promotion if you haven’t seen our cover of gashina here it is :~)

if you haven’t seen this clip of bin dancing to gashina don’t watch it my heart stopped about five times

eunwoo swears his heart stopped about five times too

because whoever that guy is in the centre ???? 👀

is singularly the most attractive person eunwoo has ever set eyes on in his life

holy shit

the way his shoulders move???

the way his face goes from smiling and cute when his long fingers are framing his face to dead serious and rly rly hot when he does the finger gun thing??????

beep beep time to cHOKE

sanha’s jaw dropping open bc ??????? that one guy ?? on the right??????????

with his cheek bones?????? and his glare ???????????????????

lordt sanha’s pretty sure if his heart could jump out of his chest it’d run straight to that guy in the back

his moves ??? are so smooth ???? sanha could cry?????

eunwoo being almost mournful that the song is coming to an end bc ???? he’d like to see more of that guy thanks

sanha clutching eunwoo’s sleeve: “let’s go,”

eunwoo: :~( okay yeah

except sanha isn’t pulling him towards the exit he’s pulling eunwoo towards the stage

eunwoo: ??????

and the next thing he knows, he’s face to face with the dancers and sanha’s pulling out his Full Beam

sanha: HI HELLO I’M SANHA i think you look really cool when you dance!!!!

rocky:

rocky: um hi

rocky glancing at bin in a panic bc ??? what this is his first time talking to a cute guy pls send help bin !!

except bin’s staring at someone else rip

he looks expensive, that’s for sure

i mean, everyone in the entire hall does, but this man ?? probably an angel

“so uh,,, nice dance?”

bin:

eunwoo:

bin:

eunwoo: wow i fked up of course it was a nice danc-

bin, blurting: “wow even ur voice is beautiful what the heckity”

bin cringing @ himself wow thanks bin !

eunwoo doing his embarrassed smile

jinjin off to the side staring at his kids in disbelief

binu smiling dumbly at each other and eunwoo pulling out his phone to ask for bin’s number

rocky blushing and floundering and trying to figure out a coherent response to sanha

wow

he didn’t expect this to happen when they accepted some sus invitation for a speed dating thing

bonus:

mj asking for jinjin’s number bc he has to sort out payment things!!

jinjin: “but you have my emai-”

mj: “buT YOUR NUMBER!!!!”

sadly it’s smack in the middle of finals season so alas i cannot go out to meet rich asian sugar daddies 心痛 ;A;

#astro #astro fic #i am once again back from hiatus #why the fuck do i call it a hiatus when i come back like every day #but fr after this i'm disappearing asjdhfaksdflhk #vivi shoots #as you can see #i don't know how to end things #beep beep bitches where we go

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theyrejustbehindtheveil · 6 years

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ML Secret Santa

Merry (belated) Christmas @nayawata it is I, your gifter for the @mlsecretsanta with a fic about the OTP

Paris, France | July

She graduates. One day, she is at université, and the next, she is not. The morning after her final exam, she slips downstairs for breakfast and instead finds an envelope.

Her parents' latest attempt to stop her from being so easily scared is three months in a city she doesn't know with a language she barely speaks. All expenses paid. She leaves in three months. Merde.

Sydney, Australia | October

It’s a jarringly young city. Everywhere Mylène looks she expects to see historic architecture and instead sees nothing beyond the nineteenth century. Her auntie chatters good-naturedly from the drivers seat which is on the wrong side of the car. Everything is strange and it feels a little like she can’t breathe and she cant make a sound and she is so so glad when the car stops and she can get inside the house and play her song and feel like she is still at home.

The first two weeks she only leaves the house with one of her cousins or aunts, too scared to venture outside without some kind of security net. They take her on outings every few days, doing the tourist shtick at what is probably their attempt to make her feel welcome. The multiple trips to the city aren’t too bad, but when they head anywhere else she feels off kilter. The ocean is too big and the countryside is too foreign. The suburbs are too sprawling and quite frankly she doesn’t even know where to start with the birds.

November

She goes for a walk alone the first week of November. Three pictures of the waterfront reflecting the clear blue sky later and she realises she is lost. Very lost. She isn’t even sure which way is home. She would like to say she was brave enough to find her own way home but the truth is that pedestrian’s hassle her along until she crashes into something large and solid with an eep of surprise.

The large and solid something responds with a grunt that shocks her into leaping back. And looks up. And up a little more to find the something’s face shuffled into a terrifyingly grumpy glare. She shrieks and cowers a little before the glare retreats into something a little closer to concern.

She’s fumbling out an apology as best she can manage and trying desperately not to give in to the urge to flee when the man in front of her guides her gently to a bench. “Are you okay?” he asks and she can’t help but suck in a breath at his accent because it is wonderfully, blessedly French.

“T’es Français?” She hopes he understands what she is trying to say.

He starts in surprise. “Oui.” She can’t help the wave of relief that sweeps over her and switches to French for a more coherent apology.

The guy’s name is Ivan and he doesn’t know how to get back to her aunts’ place, but his english is much better than hers and he is brave enough to ask for help and big enough to hide behind when the strangers get to be too much. Mylène thinks she quite likes this arrangement. It takes a full hour to find home, and she is glad for Ivan’s company.

He slips her his phone number moments before she shuts the door. Merde.

Three days pass before she even has the courage to save the string of numbers to her phone. Two more before she sends through a safe, neutral, hi this is mylene :)

Ivan replies twenty-seven anxious minutes later. hey mylene good to hear frm u glad u hadnt lost my no

sorry, she replies

dw i was jst disappted i might not get to see u again

oh i d like that

me too this wknd?

Deep breath. yeah i d like that

sat 1pm we can try tht walk again?

yes please

He arrives at the front door at five minutes to the hour. She’s been ready for the past ten minutes, but she still jumps at the sound of the doorbell.

This second walk is far better than the first, even if there are more people out on the weekend. They find their way to a market near a library and Mylène can’t help but feel a little nervous but Ivan is quietly reassuring. He buys her a little pin for her bandana and his face when she pins it straight to the fabric is something she really wants so see again.

She learns a lot about Ivan that day. He likes heavy metal, hates the heat, tries to be gruff and intimidating but cares too much to pull it off convincingly.

She tells him about Paris, how scared she is of just about everything because so much of it is just too much a lot of the time, that she likes cats better than dogs, about her dad’s job, and that her deepest desire is to be brave.

Ivan returns her confidences with the slightly ashamed admission that he is really not a cat person and Mylène giggles at his despondency before rushing to reassure him that she doesn't hold it against him.

Later, she texts him. the cat thing is mostly because they re quieter also because of the superhero he was kinda sweet

hte who

chat noir the paris superhero a couple years back in the news a lot both him and his partner total badasses in spandex

oh that superhero

i met him a few times he was at our school on superhero business n stuff he was really kind little dorky

that school that was awlays in the papers was urs?francis dupain or smth i almost went there

francois dupont yeah that was a crazy time scary too wait what dieu we might have been classmates thats so weird i was turned into one of the monsters one time

oh no

there was this mean girl she teased me and i ended up a monster

you could never be a monster mylene

no like an actual monster type creature monstrous from a horror movie pink jelly thing horrificater i scared people and kidnapped them i don t remember what happened much but everyone was really nice to me for a while after

wait the first time that was u in there

yeah that was me

wow working through that must have been hard

i had help chat noir came and talked to me a few times my parents really helped im glad u had that

December

There is no snow for Christmas this year. She gets a second summer instead, of the kind that Paris rarely sees. Ivan texts her every other day to complain about the heat. Her aunt takes her to the beach, and Ivan shows up in a pair of stupidly bright shorts that apparently were a gift from his sister. They make her laugh, and he grins.

you re really easy to talk to ivan um thanyk u no really it s really nice i like it

…

sorry if i made it weird i just mean t like we re friends i like talking to you

mylene its fine im sorry i dont take compliments v well it means a lot that u can say that thank u

He hands her a parcel a few days before Christmas. Inside is a pin she recognises from - oh. Its Ivan’s. From his favourite band. “You’re giving me this? Haven’t you had it since you were a teenager?”

“I… I want you to have it, to remind you that you can be brave.”

“Zombie Skull Crushers is going to remind me to be brave?” She hates the plaintive note that her voice holds.

“Yeah, doesn’t it just sound brave and badass, just like I know you can be?”

She hugs him, tight and grateful.

“Thankyou, Ivan,” she chokes out. “It’s the best present anyone’s ever given me.” He hugs her back, gentle and easy as breathing.

She almost forgets the parcel tucked into her bag but presses it into his hands right before she leaves. “Joyeux Noël, Ivan."

Her parents fly in for Christmas itself. She goes to meet them at the airport and the moment she sees them both she runs for them. Her dad catches her as she leaps and her mum folds into the both of them and she burrows in between both of them and doesn't leave their side if she can help it from that point on.

Paris, France | January

She leaves for home with her parents. The plane lands and she gets off and everything is so wonderfully familiar but she feels strangely untethered. Her home is still much as it was when she left, and her room is identical save for more dust than normal.

And she can’t quite work out what is missing until her phone buzzes insistently and she drops her unpacking to fumble for her phone and check the screen.

They’re all from Ivan, and she realises as she reads through them it’s him she’s missing. He’s worked his way under her skin, going form imposing to reassuring too easily.

miss u already mylene

Oh, merde

i rly had a great time with you when i go back home to chatres in abt a month can i see u on the way thru

What?

Two months and it had never come up how close he lived to Paris. To her. And she want’s to see him again and isn't that incredible. Mylène doesnt know what she ever did to deserve such a gift but there’s only one thing she can do

of course i want to see you too i didn t know you lived so close

His response is almost immediate yeah crazy huh

A month of of texting back and forth follows. Ivan is beautifully poetic when he tries, and Mylène learns ever more about her new friend. When Ivan returns to France, he knocks on her door when she’s the only one home.

“Hey,” he says, like. a month of separation hasn't stood between them like anticipation. She stretches her arms around his waist as far as she can and laughs with joy at the tidal wave of affection swamping her chest. He curls his much longer arms carefully, fondly, around her back.

“I missed you. Please don’t ever stay away that long ever again,” she mutters earnestly into his chest. His arms tighten a fraction, before he shifts one hand to tilt her chin up so he can look her straight in the eye.

“Never. I promise, Mylène, I won’t ever stay away from you for very long anymore. I don’t think I could.”

She believes him when he looks at her like that, like he wants to see right through her eyes into her soul and know it intimately. Three days later he asks her on a date.

She says yes

They go for a walk.

She tucks her hand in his and the world feels a little less terrifying when she does.

#myvan #ml #mylene #ivan #fic #bec writes #secret santa #mlsecretsanta

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