#how nice to be so nearly synchronous
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since your asks are open, makeout sesh with wonwoo/woozi? and some touches here and there if you could. amazing works btw!!
morning coffee — ljh
♡ pairing: lee jihoon x afab!reader
♡ theme: boyfriend!woozi, suggestive, fluff
♡ wc: 0.8k
♡ warnings: a lil over-the-clothes titty grabbing action but that’s it
♡ a/n: thank u sm anon for my first request hehe, hope this is what you were looking for!
your alarm goes off at 8:00am.
you yawn as you hit snooze, immediately plopping back into the pillows and rolling over. your boyfriend is long gone for work at this point - the coolness of the vacant sheets greets your warm body, feeling refreshing, but making you a bit sad that jihoon isn’t there to be your little spoon.
after a few rounds of snoozes you drag yourself out of bed and into the shower - your limbs on autopilot while your brain is still half-asleep. the warm water is invigorating, and by the time you finish washing up you are wide awake. you hop out and dry off quickly - donning only a tank top and a pair of underwear before bopping on over to the kitchen to get started on some coffee. you go to put grounds into the machine when you pause - the filter is already occupied, a full, fresh pot of coffee sitting there waiting for you.
weird… jihoon doesn’t drink coffee, so why is-
“that outfit looks good on you.”
you nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden voice. you whip your head around to see jihoon, reclining on the couch, a playful grin on his face.
“jesus you scared me!” you say, hand clutching your chest as you try and calm down your heart rate. “what are you doing here??”
“i don’t work today, remember? i mentioned it last night.”
oh yeah.
“well now i remember,” you reply as you reach for a mug, helping yourself to the hot beverage. “did you make this for me?”
“just for you, babe.”
the corners of your lips perk up involuntarily. no matter how long you’ve been together, jihoon never fails to find little ways to make you smile every day.
you sip your drink - nice and strong, just the way you like it.
jihoon gazes at you lovingly. “come here, i wanna kiss you.”
you oblige, quickly taking a seat next to him. you set your drink on the coffee table before wrapping your arms around his shoulders, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. you let out a yelp as he suddenly lays down, pulling you over on top of him. your body rests comfortably against his as he draws you in as close as possible - you giggle as he gives you a rapid stream of smooches, his nose squishing into yours. jihoon rubs your back softly as he locks lips with you, his hands running up and down your body slowly. you kiss him back, pressing your mouth into his as you brush your fingers through his hair - he lets out a soft sigh at the sensation.
slowly he slides his hand down to your chest, taking your breast and playing with it - giving it light squeezes and brushing his thumb against your nipple, the feeling sensitive even through your shirt. you slip your hand underneath his t-shirt, caressing his stomach, brushing your palm lightly against his warm skin. jihoon is relentless, his mouth pressing against yours, his tongue tracing around the inside of your mouth, your teeth softly pulling at his tongue as you begin to suck on it. you feel his rapid heartbeat, pounding synchronously with yours.
you don’t know how long you lay there, bodies intertwined, making out - but you don’t care. time is irrelevant, whatever you were going to do today can wait.
fervent kisses slow, turning gentle. you plant one more kiss on his lips, lifting your head up to look your boyfriend in the eyes. he looks at you fondly, full of adoration. you feel your already-warm face turn even more flush as you beam back at him.
jihoon stretches his arms out. “so, what did- SHIT” his hand bumps your coffee cup, almost knocking it over. some now-room-temperature coffee sloshes out onto the table, but he grabs the mug before it fully takes a tumble.
“nice catch,” you say with a grin.
“sorry,” he replies, his cheeks turning pink.
you sit up, about to go grab a towel, but jihoon jumps up before you can, taking the mug with him. he returns from the kitchen with paper towels in one hand and your mug in the other, the coffee now steaming.
“i reheated it for you,” he says as he hands you the cup. you take a sip as he cleans up the spill, the hot beverage gracing your taste buds.
jihoon finishes cleaning and rejoins you on the couch.
“so what do you have going on today babe?”
“nothing,” you reply.
he grins back at you before grabbing you and pulling you on top of him once more. you laugh as he starts kissing your cheek again.
“good.”
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Lights, Camera, Action! — Abby × Reader × Ellie Oneshot
[established relationship (abby x reader), ellie is their friend, MDNI]
cw: name calling, mentions/descriptions of sex tapes and its contents, kinda pervy characters (?? i guess, idk), beginning of threesome, ellie centered
word count: 3.2k | not proof read
a/n: so this was..... something. i decided to leave it there, i couldn't write anything more due to the amount of college demands but i sure had fun while i could write it!! hope y'all enjoy it, like and reblog! (p.s.: I'm posting it in a rush i should be sleeping by now bc i have to wake up in some hours but i absolutely will answer the asks you've sent me!! i love them, thank y'all for being so nice and sweet! please take care!)
This was a very tricky situation, and Ellie kept thinking to herself how the fuck did she got stuck into it. If you asked her she would be able to answer that, actually, but thinking back, it wasn't a good idea. Not when she felt so massively attracted to both you and Abby.
Now the full video rolling in front of her, on her computer, made a hard blush possess her freckled face. Hands shaking a little bit, stomach twirling, sweat dripping down her back as she heard your moans for the millionth time that night and saw Abby's tongue lapping your wet pussy over and over. She didn't know if she wanted to be you or her, both scenarios seemed too good to be true. The way her heart beat so hard together with her own cunt pulsing.
See, Ellie took some cinema introduction classes. Theory and a bit of practice too. And her friends, who were dating for more than a year now, asked her to film them a sex tape.
"W-what?!", the brunette almost choked with her sandwich, coffing furiously to escape that question.
You handed her the juice box, waiting patiently for her reaction to double down. When her green eyes laid on you with astonishment still, you got into how you and Abby wanted to record some sort of sex tape, to keep it to yourselves anyway.
"And why are you asking me?!"
"Because you're the most qualified for this job", you shrugged like it was nothing. Like you didn't just ask Ellie to watch her two friends having sex, fueled by the fact that someone was recording it. "Besides, we trust you!"
"... This is crazy, d'you know that?"
"We'll handle it. Don't kinkshame" She gulped after Abby's words and the way you eyed her.
Kinkshame you? Little did you know that she was doing it to herself.
During the filming, she nearly fainted. It took her a lot of strength to keep the camera steady and her hard breaths contained so it didn't come into the recording. Although a microphone stood next to the bed, the device on her hands still captured sound.
Sweating and working hard to ignore the growing wetness inside her pants, she didn't want to seem like some kind of pervert. You both trusted her for this, and so looking like some aroused observer wasn't right. Needing to keep professional - was that the word you used? - and not in the slightest horny as fuck.
She saw how Abby ate you out, and wanted to be there. Saw how you humped your girlfriend's thigh, and wanted to be there. Her hand itched to touch your flesh as you were sitting on Abby's face, and to grab Abby's hair while she moaned due to your tongue on her pussy. It was pure madness.
She walked away from that apartment with legs so weak she was surprised she didn't fall. And to her embarrassment, she touched herself and came so hard on her bed, imagining you both together. Feeling bad afterwards, but not enough to stop thinking about all the things she saw.
And now, two days later, here she was. Editing the recording in order to make this an incredible sex tape, the best to ever exist. She used a mobile camera, but also two others from different angles, so there was a lot of material to organize and synchronize, crop and assemble.
She needed to take some time to calm herself, but before she could actually do it there was a knock on her door. Her hand flew to the notebook faster than ever, putting the screen down almost entirely while her door opened to show her friend and roommate.
"Hey, me and Jess are going to order pizza. Want some?", Dina asked, resting on the door.
"Uh- yeah, sure" Ellie nodded, gulping and looking around like she was caught in the middle of something forbidden.
"Why do you look like you're doing some shit?" Her face warmed when your moan sounded on her headphone again.
At this point she already knew what was happening on the video: Abby had you legs open on the bed, rubbing her pussy against yours. The image was sinful, but oh so beautiful.
"I'm doing nothing", the freckled girl closed the computer, now interrupting the video. "Or something. I-I mean, anything could be some shit. What are you talking about?"
"Ellie" her friend's smile was slick, Dina knew just how to make the woman want to disappear from the Earth. "Were you watching porn?"
"N-no!", yes. Yes she was. That was definitely some filthy porn. Not because it had extreme content, but just the fact that it was her friends and crushes there, made her feel a hundred percent more aroused. "Shut up, Dina!"
"Don't have to be so defensive about it", she laughed with hands in the air, watching as Ellie got up from the bed.
"Whatever, let's go eat, get out of my room"
Jesse heard the two of them arguing whilst coming from the bedroom, Ellie with her face so red it could almost be confused by a sunburn and Dina clacking.
"Ellie was watching porn!"
"I was not! What are you, fucking six?!"
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Hands sweating and head full of conflictual thoughts, the brunette walked into the cafeteria holding her backpack so tight it seemed like she was carrying something illegal. She had an itch on the nape, an impression that everyone there knew exactly what she did.
Pretty sure that ginger girl knew Ellie got off on the memories of that day and the video, on the vision of Abby biting her lips as you pressed her swollen clit-
"Ellie!", she snapped out of trance with your voice, looking aerial in front of you and Abby. "Is everything okay?"
"You look like there's somebody stalking you", Abby frowned, eyeing the surroundings.
"No, it's fine, I'm just… Tired", well, that wasn't a lie since she had to stay awake to finish the editing after the college assignments.
"Did we bother you? I told you there was no need to rush, we could wait", you rested a hand on hers across the table after she sat, and all she could think was how your palms were soft and comfortably warm.
"Nah, it's cool. I just left things to the last minute so I hurried as much as I could"
And after all she wouldn't survive editing the video for one more night; might as well explode.
The vision of Abby's fingers loosely resting on your shoulder made her remember the way they invaded your pussy, fitting so perfectly there, enough to make you moan and call her name.
Ellie took the pen-drive from the inside pocket of her backpack and put it on the table in front of the couple, letting go like touching it made her skin burn.
"All edited, boss", she smiled as best as she could, hiding the desire to beg you both for something very explicit. "Enjoy the watch"
"Thanks, Els!", you smiled back with a lot of excitement, so beautifully, picking up the small object. "We would invite you to watch, but I guess you haven't forgotten, since you were there and had to see it again to edit."
Ellie froze.
What did you just say?
Her mind went blank after the mere possibility of sitting on your couch next to the both of you, just fucking watching a video of the most attractive couple having shameless, passionate sex.
She couldn't even say anything back, which caused Abby to chuckle slightly. Just like if she knew you were doing something devious.
"W-what-... I- I mean, I had to watch it again but I don't think I remember that clearly-", she stumbled on her words, trying to revert whatever impressions she may have passed. Shit, did you know?
"Damn, was it that bad?" Abby snorted out, an eyebrow going up.
"No! No-, it was great, it was amazing, I just don't think I, like, remember every single detail or something like that." That was a lie, she absolutely remembered.
"Huh. So would you want to come over to watch it with us? I mean, we need to give you feedback for your hard work, right?", you rested the chin on a hand, eyeing her with so much glee in your orbs that Ellie couldn't tell what the fuck did that mean.
"Sure, right! Yeah, feedback would be nice. To see if my work was good and all, guess I could use that", she couldn't care less about feedback.
"Unless you're already tired of seeing it, it would be comprehensible. Or if it's awkward somehow…", the blonde gestured softly, her voice sounding so good. Ellie was so distracted by the anxiety and the accumulated tension that she didn't even notice how you both were satisfied with her answers, guiding her through a sinuous path into a trap.
"No! I will definitely be there, absolutely cool. Nice. Good shit", she kept nodding back, taking a laugh from you now.
"Okay! Seven?"
"Lucky number!" Her smile was weak and she made finger guns. Fucking finger guns?, she asked herself.
"Yeah, I hope we have some luck for sure", Abby said, smiling.
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"Dina, I will fucking die!" Ellie was almost screaming in the middle of the street, phone against her ear whilst she walked to the building you and Abby lived in.
"Could you chill a little bit?! It's just a movie! I know you're like head over four heels for them, but you've done this before. You'll get in, watch it, laugh, eat something, hang out. And then you'll come home"
"But it's not just a regular movie, it's-", she sighed and stopped on her tracks. Hiding was tiring as fuck, but she didn't know if she could tell someone, that was intimate. "Fuck, I need to breathe"
"That's what I'm saying"
"Right. Thanks, guess I'll just hang out, watch something, whatever you just said"
"Just be yourself, honey! You will do great! Jesse, tell Ellie she will do great"
"You got this, Els. Whatever happens, we'll have pizza when you come back"
"Yeah… Thanks, guys", the brunette smiled even though they couldn't see it, getting closer to the building. "I have to go, just got here"
"If you kiss them, message me right away!"
"I won't stop kissing them just to tell you"
"You'll definitely stop it to jump around and do a victory dance, might as well message me"
"Shut up", she chuckled and said goodbye before turning off.
With a last sigh, Ellie pressed the button to your apartment and waited for you to pick up after the buzz. Instead, the gate just unlocked with a loud noise, neither of you needed to answer the buzz to know it was her. The brunette entered the building, heart pounding.
"Hey, Ells!", you greeted her with that sweet smile of yours, hugging her briefly. All she could think about was how good you smelled, and how that pijama shorts left little to imagination - well, she knew what was underneath it, after all. Still… "Come on, Abs was just setting up the TV"
"Oh-, alredy?", you pulled her by the hand and closed the door, leading the way to the living room she already knew so well after hanging out there so many times.
"We're excited to see the effects of your amazing classes", Abby smirked, winking at Ellie with those beautiful eyes. She was wearing a simple shirt and sweatshorts, exposing those strong legs. It looked so sexy in an inexplicable way.
The three of you sat on the couch, you in between. Your legs rested on the blonde's thighs, large shirt covering the small pijama shorts. Contrasting, Ellie had pants and a flanel on.
The filming was very good, technically speaking. But even the most layman could notice how the mobile camera had not only an open view, but also focused on intimate aspects of the situation.
A long shot of you and Abby kissing passionately. Strong hands caressing your body and bringing back close memories of her touch. Abby bit your chin, and Ellie made sure to record closely her trail of kisses on your exposed neck.
There was also a close shot of your bodies approaching more and more, legs tangling, Abby's strong thigh between yours as you started to move and rub your core there with a tortuous rhythm.
Ellie's face started to warm again, she gripped the arm of the couch when you moan reverberated, as Abby palmed your breast and bit your neck slightly.
The minutes passed and you felt yourself getting hotter. Your girlfriends fingers resting on your leg made you squirm.
"I like the way you focused on the closeness", Abby said, getting a hum from the brunette next to you. "It almost feels like you're trying to connect with the moment."
Ellie gulped, a wetness distinctble on her pants.
As the film goes on, the Miller girl tried her best not to move, thinking that it would hide her aroused situation but only making more obvious for you how she felt. The small biting of her lip also caught your attention, as her emerald eyes locked on the screen, where you had legs open with Abby's hand making circling moves on your clit, while you both kissed.
Fuck, you felt the way your nipples were hardening right now, just thinking about how Ellie could've felt while editing that.
Abby tried her best not to fuck you right then and there, knowing just how Ellie felt about the view.
It was definitely a maddening situation for the three of you.
When you were moving your hips with euphoria, looking for that righ, moaning against your girlfriend's delicious lips on film, Ellie finally got up suddenly.
"I-... Have to go to the bathroom", as all she could say, before almost running into said place.
You and Abby hear the door closing, and finally you could let go a deep breath and hold tightly on the shirt Abby wore.
"I don't know if I can wait much more", you murmured. Her fingers trailed up to the middle of your thighs, you separating them a bit to welcome her there. The film was still on, and it made everything more intense.
"Wanna get going?", the way she smiled had you weak, squirming while she pressed your cunt.
Inside the bathroom, Ellie rested her hands on the sink and breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. She could swear she saw you by the peripheral view, smiling while looking at her. Like everything since the first night after filming, she had to convince herself it was just paranoia.
"It's okay, Ellie. They didn't notice. You can do this", she murmured.
Washing her face and breathing deeply again, she finally got out after drying herself and doing nothing about the wetness between her legs.
Turning off the bathroom lights, she thought a small moan she heard was kinda different, but the confirmation only came when she reached the living room again and saw you on top of Abby - not on the TV, though.
You were literally sitting on her lap, the shorts on the ground and a strong hand pressing your cunt above the pantie's fabric. Muffled moanings came between the kiss you both shared, just like the ones Ellie heard.
"Uh- I think I'mma get going, I don't want to-", her face was so hot and she probably was trembling. Her body urged not to go, but the rational part of her brain was judging her for standing there even though she just said she would go.
"Ellie-", you called her.
You moaned her name.
Her core clenched around nothing, pleading for her to go and touch the both of you.
Abby looked over your shoulder and used the free hand to slap your ass, bringing a louder moan followed by the - literally - pornographic sounds on TV.
That had to be a fucking dream, right? You couldn't possibly be asking for her to do something, right?
Right?
"I guess we scared her, princess", the blonde said, smirking.
"I thought you liked seeing us, Els", you declared while moving the hips on Abby's hand.
And then it hit her.
It was all a fucking trap.
You knew exactly what she thought. Asking her to film you both having sex was no coincidence, not an occasional situation that so happened to have Ellie included, it was deliberated. Fuck, you were exhibiting yourselves to her and she fell like a moth hipnotized by the beautiful flame.
"Fuck, since when you've been planning this?", the brunette murmured, walking slowly towards the couch again. On the TV, Abby slapped your pussy as you came hard and drenched.
You felt a chill running down your spine as Ellie's slender fingers touched your shoulder, going up to your neck. Abby watched in awe as you had the hair being pulled slightly to look up, Ellie was testing the waters.
"This shit has been planned since the beginning?"
"Did you touch yourself looking at us later?", you asked, riding harder. Abby kissed your exposed neck, grabbing your ass while the other hand rubbed your pussy intensively. Green eyes filled with lust analized your features.
"Did you fuck yourselves thinking about me?"
Your smile was slick and you wanted to come so bad. The sounds from the video made you even hornier, needing to surrender completely.
Ellie did something she wanted to do for a long time: she kissed you. And it was intoxicating. Consuming her being from head to toes, oh, it lit a fire inside. It was messy and urgent, and when you both separated her lips were moisty. Then, she pulled Abby by the braid and did the same, their kiss being a bit more slow but not less intense; the gasoline that made the fire grow.
"Please, Els…", your voice came out whiney.
"She's been desperate for you", Abby chuckled with disdain, caressing your ass still partially clothed by the panties. "Almost begged me to fuck her in front of you today"
"Really?", the question wasn't for you, but you nodded. "I thought she was less of a whore"
After the video, she knew how you liked to be treated. And to be pretty honest, it matched what she loved herself.
"I'm gonna taste you, sweetie. Can I?", her fingers caressed your face, contrasting with the way you were humping hard Abby's hand. Nodding again, you started to feel more and more excited with the sounds from the TV.
"Shit, baby, your pretty cunt looks so good", Abby's voice filled the room from the video, you knew that was the part she made you sit on her face.
Ellie kneeled behind you, between Abby's spread legs. The blonde had a blushed face and breath hard, still touching you and having a hard time deciding where to look. She was wet, incredibly wet, and her pussy was aching.
"After that, I wanna taste you, Abs", Ellie's voice made her squirm and slap your ass again.
It was all so mind blowing. Her touches snake on your back, under the shirt, feeling your skin while she kisses your ass and hips. You stopped the movements, receiving Abby's lips on yours again as Ellie worshiped you. She grabbed your tits and bit your ass, causing you to sigh and smirk between the kiss. The temperature of the room rose.
"Get up and take these", she was referring to your panties, which she pulled just so it could snap back on your ass.
"And then sit back on my lap and watch the tape with me while Ellie tastes your cunt", Abby completed, grimacing with the wetness growing between her legs.
[dividers by @luvchaewon and @froopis]
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Fantasy: Two
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader
Warnings: None.
Requested: @dantenyhpmir 🫶🏻
Simon's fingertips traced the curve of your spine, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your head, buried against his chest, cradled inside the warmth of his bicep, lifted to find his eyes. They were warm, received with a loving stare that made his heart pound just a bit harder.
"You feelin' alright?" He asked, the ghost of his fingertips sending a tingle up your back.
He could feel your muscles tense when he tickled the sensitive spot below your shoulder blade- it was something he'd grown fond of, though kept secret just to watch you twist and grin lazily.
His view of you was partially obscured by the hair falling in your face; loose tendrils framing your flustered expression. He'd draw your hair back with an attempted gentleness, watching your eyes flicker to his.
You hummed, drawn out and deep with tiredness. "Tired, worn out," You grinned.
"Y'can tell me if it was too much."
You shifted your head to look at him. "It wasn't. I really enjoyed it, actually."
He nodded, digesting your words, feeling a bit of pride in making you so comfortable, feel so good.
"Glad to hear it."
He pulled the covers over you, wrapped you in his arms and kept you tucked into his side. He liked feeling your deep breaths fan over his chest, your hands lazily strung across his torso, your thigh hooked over his.
It was serene; something you wanted to seal away, keep close for the days he wasn't there. When you'd fall asleep by yourself, void of his warmth and baritone telling you goodnight, you'd love to be brought back here- where it was quiet, and warm, and peaceful.
Your ear to his chest, you'd listen for his heartbeat, try to match your breathing with his as if it would somehow prove you were meant to be. But it wasn't synchronicity, it was your touch, your eyes, your smell; it was all in the way his body was drawn to you, without fail.
He loved just how well you fit into him, latched onto his body and stayed there even when you slept. More often than not, he'd watch you sleep- study the crease between your brows, the soft snores leaving your lips.
It was moments like those that made Simon weak. The vulnerability, the way you clung to him, searched him out even in your deepest subconscious. He wondered what you did when he was gone; if you tucked a pillow between your thighs and wished it was him.
The light of your bedside lamp illuminated his face, enough that you could see his lazy blinks. Everything was slow, and sleepy, an abyss of comfort you could dive into and drown in.
"You want some water?" He asked, his voice hoarse.
You shook your head, your cheek squishing against the smooth skin of his chest. Your hand danced across his chest, your palm flattening against his abdomen.
"I'm fine," You yawned. Suddenly concerned by his lack of input, your head jolted up to look at him. "Was it too much for you?" You raised your brows.
"No," He said. "Not at all."
"Good," You offered a sheepish smile, relaxing back into your pillow of soft flesh.
"You sore?"
"Just a bit- nothing painful."
"Get you a hot bath tomorrow," He said, moving his hand to stroke more hair from your face.
"Sounds nice. Are you joining me?"
"Can if y'like. Not sure I'll fit."
You hummed, dissatisfied. "We'll make it work."
His hand drew soft circles on the small of your back, while the other left fleeting touches to your cheek, petting the hair above your temple. It was rhythmic, nearly hypnotizing as you fought to stay awake.
Your eyelids were droopy, your breathing levelling out as your heart slowed.
"Y'should sleep," He said, pulling the covers up over your shoulder.
He'd noticed the way your eyes rolled shut, the way your lips relaxed as you fell into him. He knew you were tired, fighting it off to spend more time in the relaxing oasis you'd created together, but he refused.
"I like it like this," You fought back.
"I know y'do- but you'll be tired if y'don't."
"You're not tired?"
"I am. Just like watchin' you."
You furrowed your brows, "Not much interesting happens when I sleep."
"You talk."
You furrowed your brows, "What do I say?"
"Nonsense, mostly. Not much different than when you're awake."
You scoffed, threatening to pull away when he tugged you in tighter, a deep chuckle vibrating through his chest.
"Bastard," You chided, a smile hidden from his view as you buried your face in his chest.
He rolled his head to the side, ignoring your pestering.
"Y'like it."
You drew a brow up, a facade of deliberation on your face before you exhaled a long sigh.
"Don't get cocky," Your voice was nonchalant, quickly declining to a whisper as you fought the impending tide of sleep.
"You're supposed to be goin' t'sleep," He interjected, cutting off any ideas you had of baiting him into a new conversation.
You sighed, no longer interested in fighting, undeniably exhausted beyond the ability to protest.
He squeezed you, pressing his lips to your forehead with a softness that made your eyes flutter shut.
He liked the teasing, the way you'd say exactly what was on your mind. He could never get enough, not when you could make him smile, genuinely, nor when you slotted yourself into his side and felt comfortable enough to fall asleep in his arms.
"Goodnight," You whispered, kissing the muscle of his chest.
"Night, sweetheart. Let me know if y'need anythin'."
You hummed with appreciation, before shutting your eyes. Your mind focused in on the rhythm of his breathing, the feeling of his rough hands holding you tightly against his side, and drifted off.
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I just want to say that I love your Reed Richards x male reader oneshot and prequel (that sounds so weird. I’m sorry if it’s weird). If you don’t mind could the post I’m about to ask be after the Wiccan oneshot
I was wondering if you can do another Reed Richards x male reader oneshot, I don’t know if you write smut but if you do can you, can you do a smut oneshot where the girls are out at school so reed and y/n get into a 69 position and start having fun with each other until they realize that their kids school is done and they are walking back and they go faster getting to their climax and once they do they are only able to get their pants and shirts on before their kids walk in.
Kiss Me Softly
Reed Richards X Male Reader
!Kind of a continuation to my other Reed Richards stories, but as always you really don’t need to read the others to understand this one!
Y/n’s feet lay up against the armrest of the squishy couch. His head laying on his side so he can watch the Tv on the other end of the room, which was nearly pitch black aside from the little light the screen provided. The popcorn in the bowl beside him sifted around as he took pieces and threw them in his mouth. It had been a long week and he was happy to finally have a day off of work, even if that meant lying about being sick.
“Honey I’m home,” Reed yelled as the sound of the front door shutting echoed throughout the house.
Y/n’s eyes widen as he realizes he had spent the whole day watching Tv. He was still wearing his robe and his hair was all messed up. He panicked for a moment but with the slightest wave of his hand the whole room’s atmosphere changes. The curtains slid open to reveal the sunlight, the snack wrappers had disappeared, and Y/n’s outfit had changed into a nice sweater and jeans.
His glowing blue eyes faded as Reed enters the room. “Hey baby,” Y/n says while flying up from his seated position, hovering above his taller husband and laying a kiss on his lips.
“You used your magic, didn’t you,” He says while pulling Y/n down till his feet touched the floor.
He thinks of protesting it for a second, but as he lets out a sigh everything. He had done reversed. His robe drew itself back on and his hair ruffled itself back up. Reed giggling at him the whole time.
“You don’t have to dress up for me,” He says while throwing the shorter male onto the bed, securing him to the couch cushions and pressing his lips against his husbands. “I love you exactly how you are,” he whispers after pulling back.
“Well the girls are at school, so why don’t you show me how much you actually love me,” Y/n smirks as his husband immediately perks up to the comment.
“Maybe I will,” he replies in a seductive tone while picking him up and rushing for the stairs. The two laughing as they slam against every wall in their house. Their tounges intertwining and passionately moving in a synchronized motion.
“Reed,” Y/n moans as his husband pushes himself into the door to their master bedroom, backing up till his legs hit the edge of their shared bed. His hands quickly move to untie Y/n’s robes before casting it aside and securing his lover to the bed with his legs wrapped around his waist.
Reed begins to kiss down his face, stopping when he makes it to the middle of his neck, his beard prickling his skin in a way that tickled the smaller male. “Reed if your trying to give me a hickey you know I can get rid of it, right,” Y/n laughs, Reed advancing further down his body toward his stomach, continuously laying gentle kisses along the way
“You know you want to keep it,” He whispers between kisses.
Y/n grins as Reed makes it to his waistband. “May I?” He asks while slowly tugging it, Y/n nodding.
He is quick to slip his pants off, immediately kissing his lovers growing bulge. His hands massage Y/n as they move back to his but, feeling up and down the edges of his hole. “Ahh,” Y/n says while pulling his hands back, “Your not getting it that easily.”
Y/n’s eyes heat up as he floats them up into the air, a cloud of blue light swirling around them as he moves them to pull himself on top. Reed grunts as they land back on the bed, Y/n straddling his hips. He reaches down, eyes still blue as he taps Reed’s shirt, not bothering to unbutton it and using his magic to send it to the other end of the room right beside his robe. Y/n feels up and down Reeds chest, his dark hairs forming a light patch in the center that lead down to his stomach, his happy trail thick and dark.
“Y/n you gotta stop teasing me,” Reed lets out, the other smiling as he grinds harder against Reed’s rock hard erection.
“Do I?” He asks.
“Please, just please,” Reed pauses to let out a moan, “I just need you.”
Reeds low husky voice was already enough convincing for him. He quickly gets down to the floor, now on his knees as he slides Reed’s pants down. Y/n grins as he notices the small stain growing in the fabric of his underwear, Reed was leaking precum, and a lot of it. “Someone’s been thinking about this all day, haven’t they?”
Reed lets another low moan out before pulling his underwear off, his impatience growing. “You don’t know how much I need you,” he says. Y/n’s eyes pull away from Reed’s as he looks down to his husband’s wet, throbbing cock. He takes a moment to look at it before moving to the tip, licking the clear sticky liquid of his head. Reed lets out a low groan before giving in to the pleasure and pushing his husband’s head down to his shaft causing him to gag.
“Ohh yea, just like that,” he groans as his hips roll into his throat.
He continues for a minute before Y/n can finally pull back for air, taking in a few breaths. “Can’t let you have all the fun,” Y/n says before floating up so Reed can reach his hips. Y/n continues to suck and stroke his shaft as Reed pulls his underwear off, now sucking his as well.
Y/n feels a surge of power as he decides to try something new. His power growing as he begins to vibrate the blue whisps around him, Reeds dick quickly shaking around the back of Y/n’s throat causing him to moan uncontrollably.
“Y/n! Y/n stop,” he yells causing him to stop, flying backs so he could face Reed.
“You ok?” He asks.
“Yea, not it was amazing. I just didn’t want to cum already,” He says causing the other to laugh. Y/n’s arms fly out as he uses his power to push Reed on the bed, the both laughing as Y/n moves to straddle his waist. He reaches to move his dick to the crack of his hole, Reed sliding up and down before he had even entered.
“Calm down,” Y/n giggled.
“I can’t, fuck you feel so good,” he moans.
Y/n reaches back and gently slides his head into his hole, Reed pushing into him slowly. “Is that ok?” Reed asks, waiting for an answer before continuing.
“Yea,” He says, Reed quickly taking it as a green light to move further. He slides in, pushing further till he fully made it inside.
“Fuck, I forgot lube,” he says while moving to pull his dick out.
“No, I got it,” Y/n says while using his magic triple the load of Reeds precum, filling him to the brim till his began to leak out. He waves his hand again to clean himself out again just to be sure.
Reed began to move in, starting slow, but quickening as the two get more heated. Y/n rides Reed up and down as the two fill the room with grunts and moans.
“Fuck you feel so good,” Reed praises before flipping him over so that he was on top and looking down at his lover. He moves down and begins to make out with Y/n. He soon feels his own powers growing, Y/n moans as he feels his hole getting stretched further and further.
“Reed, that’s enough,” Y/n lets out, Reed immediately stoping the growth of his stretched cock.
One of Y/n’s favorite things about their sex life was Reeds power, I mean, who knew a man who could grow the length of any body part would be good in bed.
Reeds begins to speed up, moans getting louder and kisses getting sloppier. Reed’s hand moves down as he begins to jerk his husband, the shorter male quickly finishing. He squeezes his hole tightly as his eyes glew a bight blue, Reed letting out one final moan before finishing deep inside Y/n.
The two are panting for air, Reed’s sweaty body collapsing over his husband, dick still inside Y/n as it returned to its normal size.
“You were so good baby,” Reed whispers while moving up to Y/n’s lips, kissing him, still out of breath.
The sound of the front door shutting quickly caused the two to freeze. “Daddy, Papa, we’re home!” Yelled Skylar the slightly younger of the two girls.
Reed quickly slips out of Y/n diving down to get his shirt and throw his pants on, no underwear, just his pants. He struggles to button his shirt before running to the door, the girls opening it by a crack. Reed covers the side that Y/n was on so they couldn’t see him, only his face leaking through the crack, “Hey sweethearts, what are you doing back so early.”
“It was only a half day today Papa,” She laughs while moving to open the door, Reed still holding it closed and not letting them in as Y/n scrambled around.
He snapped his fingers, automatically cleaning himself up and reaching n his hand out, one of Reeds graphic shirts flew to his hands. He quickly pulled it on over a pair of short shorts that he now wore.
Reed was panicking till he felt Y/n tap his back,” Hey girls.”
“Daddy,” They yell before pushing through the door and wrapping him in their arms. “Papa, you too,” they say while reaching up for their other dad, he smiles before leaning over and hugging them. Both Reed and Y/n staring into each other’s eyes, thankful that they were able to clean themselves up before accidentally scaring their children.
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WIP Wednesday: Synchronize, Ch 6 Snippet #2
The next chapter is very, very close to done, so hopefully I can post very soon!
Here's another snippet, this one from Agni's POV from when he was young. It may seem familiar to the snippet I posted last week. That's intentional.
This chapter will focus largely on the nurse as we begin to see parallels between him and Sebastian become more and more evident, even if they don't see it yet.
TW for effects of bullying/violence and homophobic terms.
Breathing was agony.
Agni lay in his bedroom of his aunt’s house, adjusting how he moved his chest. Slow, shallow. Sweat dotted his brows. He honestly wasn’t confident he could get out of bed. Would he be able to convince Mina he was sick?
He hated lying, but he couldn’t let her see the bruises.
His bullies had left his face alone aside from tugging his hair, mocking its color and length. Their cruel laughter filtered in his mind, their taunts of fairy and fag and little princess sneaking through the fortress he’d tried to construct to shut out the memories. The pain was bad enough.
All summer they’d been tormenting him, and he’d had to work harder and harder not to let his aunt know anything was amiss. But his determination had wavered after this last beating.
He’d come so close to telling her how he’d woken up in a dark corner of the schoolyard one afternoon after passing out from pain, gasping. Barely able to breathe without screaming. Standing had been almost impossible, and it had taken him nearly a half hour to get to his feet and stay upright without collapsing back to his knees.
Even now, he wasn’t entirely sure how he’d managed to walk home in that state.
Any plans to confess all to his aunt had slipped away when he’d arrived home to find a stack of binders on the kitchen table. The ones Mina had brought with her after her meeting at the temple with some of the other moms.
Now that Agni was of age, she’d explained, it was time for him to find a nice Bengali girl to enter into a marriage agreement with. While he was an orphan and his aunt unmarried, they were still Brahman, and white hair or not, he was handsome. Mina was convinced he could find a lovely bride.
The thought made a fresh wave of nausea swirl inside him. What would she do if she learned the truth, that no matter how beautiful or charming a girl might be, Agni could never fall in love with her?
Would Mina understand?
He was terrified of the look of horror, disgust, and disappointment that might play on her kind features if he told her the truth. That she might tell him he deserved the harassment and beatings.
If she rejected him, he would have no one.
Nothing.
He could handle a pain if it meant he wouldn’t lose her.
If it meant she wouldn’t stop loving him.
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Clumsy with Secrets
A Link Between Worlds
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A tranquil night. A deep, dark sky… the twinkling of stars. Such a new thing, in a place like this. As a boy walks through Lorule Field, he can't help but admire it. For so long, this kingdom was barely clinging to its life. But now, it flourishes. He actually feels safe outside! A vast improvement, in his eyes. Nearing the castle, the boy begins to speak to the little white bird closely following him. It bobs up and down to replicate the movement of his steps.
"It's really starting to remind you of Hyrule, isn't it, Sheerow?" Ravio closes his eyes, grinning at the clear recovery. He is about to continue, but finds he stumbles from lack of attention. He clears his throat and continues like nothing happened, continuing on, "I hope Mr. Hero and his princess know how much they've helped… And now it'll finally be recognized! …I never took Princess Hilda as the type to throw parties like this, myself, though."
Sheerow chirps before landing on Ravio's head, between his cap's two rabbit ears. The ears lower to the side to make way for the bird, but the hat nearly slips as it sits atop his head rather than over it as it used to be worn. The boy quickly shoots his hand up to the hat, stopping it before it can drag off his head from the weight of the bird's landing. "Ah– Careful!"
Sheerow only seems to stare, as if unamused. Somehow, Ravio understands this completely. "Oh, don't give me that look… these are my nice clothes. The town hasn't finished all its wares yet…"
The pair come up towards the castle doors, which for once are opened to the rest of the Kingdom. Light pours outside from within, a welcoming yet intimidating sight. Ravio awkwardly tugs at his scarf. "...Even if I dressed my best, I can't say I'm not… having second thoughts–" His thought is interrupted by the bird lowering in front of his face, blocking his way. Ravio hurriedly waves his hands. "Not that I'm turning back! I promised her I'd be here! I won't ever leave her waiting for me again–" He sighs, tilting his head a bit in the embarrassment that he even considered his own cowering to show.
"C'mon, buddy… let's not keep her waiting!" Ravio marches right into the Castle, trying to keep his head held up high as Sheerow again follows in a synchronized motion. He has to be formal, after all… this is the first royal event held in Lorule in… in centuries! Yes, it's quite an important endeavor.
And soon enough, he arrives: The new throne room of Lorule Castle. It's been recently fixed up and decorated, definitely aiming to make a good first true impression between the princess and her distant subjects. As spectacular and eye-catching as all the food and shiny decor is, however, the first thing that he really notices is Hilda. She… doesn't seem to be having as much fun as he expected, though. She's proudly standing before her throne, sure, but the way she's holding her staff… Her fingers occasionally shift, an unusually firm grip upon it as if every muscle has tensed. A passerby wouldn't notice it… but Ravio does. She's anxious.
Ravio frowns somewhat at the sight. People actually showed up, this is what she wanted. Yet here she is, worried. He immediately springs up and approaches the throne, but remembers his manners halfway and kneels. "Good evening, my princess." Ravio keeps his head upright as he kneels, just to be sure his hat doesn't falter again. Sheerow tilts in the air to mimic a kneel as well. It's their greeting that seems to snap Hilda out of it; her gaze snapping back down to them in an instant.
"...Oh–! There you are…" Hilda readjusts her stance, but there is a pause as she tries to find the right words. "...Yes, good evening." The princess takes a step down from the throne, stopping directly in front of Ravio. The formalities and such have always been common with him, despite how close they are, but right now she has subconsciously chosen to avoid it.
With her before him now, Ravio almost considers saying something to her; bringing up her expression. But he decides he has a better idea than making it clear he's worried about her. If he did, that'd make her… well, it would make her more worried. So instead, he tries to keep the mood light, "There are a lot of people here…! That's a pretty good turnout for a party, if I do say so myself! Especially with uh… how nobody used to throw 'em at all, y'know?" He kind of lost what he was saying near the end, but he's not sure she noticed…
Hilda noticed, but she understands what he meant, "(I must admit, I am rather surprised myself… I never expected any sort of turn out at all)." She mumbles her words.
Ravio lowers his voice as well, leaning in somewhat now that he understands she doesn't want the conversation to be too public, "(Princess, they're all as happy to see the life returned to the land as we are! And I'm sure they'll be glad to really know you, too. That's what the party's for, right?)"
"(I suppose…)" Hilda trails her gaze to the guests. It's only her reputation on the line… with the consideration of centuries of negative relation with the Lorulean Royal Family…
"(...)" Ravio gazes at her in silence for a moment, wondering how he could get her mind somewhere other than the past. Perhaps there is some way to pull her into the present… He glances at his hat for one reason or another, but simply brushes away whatever thought he had. "(Would you care to go out to the floor, Your Highness?)" Ravio offers a hand, doing a slight bow. "(I would be honored to serve as an escort!)" His little feathered companion keeps beside his head and sways from side to side, trying to encourage Hilda to go have fun.
There is a slight hesitation, but the princess gives a brief nod. "I would be honored to join you." She gently places her hand atop his, gaining a rare, ever-so-slight smile. It brings a warmness to Ravio's face, as if the sunlight her smile brings has physically affected him. Rather oblivious to it, however, he leads her to the floor of guests mingling amongst themselves. He can see now why Hilda was… uneasy. Even if they all showed up, they all are staying clumped in groups. There is still a long way to go, it seems… but progress is progress. He won't let that get in the way of cheering her up!
Readjusting his hat a smidge, making sure the little rabbit face is straight up, Ravio stops. "I would… offer a dance, but something tells me I'm not the most graceful in the room. We could see if we could find you a partner who is, though?"
"...No, it's alright." Hilda peers around. "I'm not much of a dancer, either." She lifts her hand, a spell transporting her staff back to the throne anyway.
This leaves Ravio drawing a blank, as he didn't exactly plan this far ahead. …Okay, that's a lie. He planned a lot of things he wanted to say while he attended this special occasion, but he's already established to himself he will set them aside. This is a complete change of plans… and he has no idea what he's doing! Improvisation it is.
"Everything looks great. I could never keep something so organized."
"...That's a little harsh on yourself, is it not?"
"Oh, you'd be surprised…! The most clean I can keep anything is that little shop I set up in the town. I… actually ended up pretty fond of mine in Hyrule."
"...You mean the hero's house?" Hilda was informed of Ravio's residency there previously. The thought amuses her, as unprofessional as it was.
"...Yep. But hey! Having my own place is pretty nice. I got my own signs and all."
"You're really leaning into this whole merchant thing, aren't you?"
"Maybe a little…" Ravio tilts his head somewhat, having to keep a hand against it. "But that doesn't mean I'll stop my work around here. I like getting to come here so often…" He thinks over his words, "...Some fresh air could help things relax, though. I'd be happy to show you the set-up sometime. Princesses get a discount, I promise!"
"Already advertising!" Hilda comments in a joking manner, but her visage suddenly takes a shift to a more reserved look. "...I would love to, but there is too much work to be done here."
"Your Highness, you haven't given yourself a break since the Triforce returned..." He is certain she's tired by now. That's probably fueling her trepidation surrounding the party. "If… you want to talk to me, you can. I'll listen, I know you need it every once in a while." Ravio takes a calm hold of her hands, delivering a sweet smile.
The princess seems reluctant to respond to this at all, but in truth she knows he's right. Even in the case that her sorrow tends to get the better of her… things always did play out more favorably when there was someone she could genuinely trust. "...In truth… even with the Triforce restored, I remain burdened by the legacy of my ancestors. Lorule healing does not erase all of the pain caused by their actions. All of the pain I could have caused them." Hilda shuts her eyes during this confession, frustrated with herself. "Standing face to face amongst the people of Lorule… I am reminded. I have been so easily manipulated by my duty to repair Lorule before… What if something like that happens again? (What if I hurt these people)?"
…
There is a pause. Ravio almost seems… surprised by such a response. Not the first half, no, but– the idea that Hilda could do something as extreme as endanger a world again. He never even acknowledged the possibility.
"...Princess," The young merchant begins, "You can't assume you'll always do the wrong thing just because of one mistake! Sure, you trusted the wrong person. But that's not your fault alone when he took advantage of your grief and love for your home! I… shouldn't have left you to face something like that alone... But I promise I won't again. Even if I'm not all that… brave."
"Ravio– You..." Hilda's voice cuts in so quickly that she nearly interrupts him, only for it to fade quickly. "I thought you were a traitor even though I knew you meant well!" She's nearly breathless from his previous words, "Despite such things, you still… came back when I needed you most. You've stayed, too. Even now, you are someone I can talk to without bitterness. It… truly does make it feel as though there is hope to change things. You don't owe me anything more." She leans a bit closer to him, a smile now lingering on her face. "...Thank you."
Ravio gains a little grin to know his words have reached her. His hands gently tighten around hers, as he's failed to realize just how close they've gotten. Probably for the best. "Of course, princess. I…–"
Sheerow rests on his head again. Ravio blinks, feeling his hood begin to slip as a result. It's such a problem, just trying to wear it without covering his entire face! The little bird hurries to the rescue, moving to push it back up onto his head… but fails entirely, instead sending it too far forward. It flops off of Ravio's head, right in front of his face. The boy scrambles to catch it, but it just ends up bouncing off his fumbling hands and drifting further away. He awkwardly steps past Hilda to try and catch it, only to trip himself on the rim of his robe… and faceplant only an inch away from it. The cap lands on its face as well, revealing an entire stash of purple flowers spilling out of it. The scattering of purple petals sends his heart racing in a panic. The one thing he specifically told himself not to screw up, yet here he is!
"...Goodness– Ravio, are you alright?" Hilda looks to him with a hand slightly over her mouth, then heading over. She's used to him being a klutz, but what an inconvenient time…
Ravio rapidly tries to piece himself back together. Oh, he can't let this mess-up… mess this up! In his panic, he attempts to instantaneously muster up some courage– all the things he wanted to tell her tonight– to ramble it out of his system. But all that comes out of him is, "...Hilda, I–"
Then she offers her hand. Ravio can feel himself beginning to suffocate from the unintentional holding of his breath. She gives him such a confused stare… Can he really do this now? They were making progress... He wants her to know that she doesn't need to feel so weighed down. That's more important.
He takes her hand, scooping his hat up in the process. Once he stands, he regroups the flowers he had stashed away inside. "I… saw these flowers growing outside my house. They reminded me of you, so I thought you'd like them. As a sort of… party gift." He manages to get out a sentence, finally. "You deserve something, too, after all of the care you've put into rebuilding Lorule." Ravio politely offers her the now messy bouquet.
Hilda's expression drops into a stunned one, but she takes the bouquet. It's… not very neat, but she has an expression as if she was just given the most prized roses anyone has ever laid eyes on. "...Th… thank you. I didn't… expect anything–"
"I know." Ravio scratches the back of his head in embarrassment, before plopping his hat back onto his head… all the way over his face. "That's why it's called a surprise, Your Highness!"
Much to his dismay, however, Hilda reaches over and pulls the hood up from over his blushing face. "You realize you've done enough, don't you?"
"Like I said, I know-! But if you can go above and beyond, so can I."
..
"...Why don't you join me back up there?" Hilda motions to the throne, still holding onto the rim of Ravio's cap with her other hand, "I had something written for the celebration… I would like you to be recognized, as well."
"Wh– Me?? Princess, you're certain you–?"
"I am. Would you be alright with it…?"
"...In front of all those people, huh? …Why not!" Ravio chuckles, carefully taking her hand. He knows he certainly wouldn't mind the recognition, although he isn't so sure he deserves any credit… But that'd make him a bit of a hypocrite to refuse, wouldn't it? The boy doesn't mind. He needs to work on his own boldness, anyway… And it seems today just wasn't the day to take as large of a leap as he aimed for. A little step like this will be okay, for now!
…
He can always tell her another day.
Note:
I literally wrote this in the span of a couple of/few hours whilst half asleep so have my tired little ramblings of underrated characters. :)
Ravio finally convinces himself he has the courage to tell Hilda something important... But he decides other things are more important for her to heal, for the time being.
Other Writing:
If you like my style, you can find some of my other writing here: @loz-untold-myths
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Save Your Tears | Atsumu Miya x Reader
It was almost 7 pm when Atsumu got a text from you.
just now 18.54
-Are you free right now.
When he saw your name pop up on the screen he nearly jumped to grab his phone. Why were you texting him? Were you not mad at him anymore? Did you want to see him?
Excited, he hurried to click on the notification but then stopped. If he opened the message right away he would seem to eager and his big ego won’t let him do that. So he stared at the phone in his hand while he counted the seconds.
“21”
“22”
“23”
“24…”
“Fuck it “
After those pathetic 24 seconds he opened the message and saw another one.
just now 18.55
-my car broke down. I need you to pick me up.
Oh, so thats why you texted him. Well that was disappointing but he would do anything to see you again at this point.
-where are you?
He honked twice for you to notice him. Recognizing his car you walked over as Atsumu got out of the car.
-Hey… Nice to see-
Without saying a word, you got in the passenger seat and his words lingered in the air. Standing outside for a moment Atsumu then got in the car with you.
The tension was evident as you two sat it the car driving silently. You were staring out the car window as if you were trying to not make eye contact with him.
As the silence became suffocating Atsumu opted to turn on the radio. And as soon as the music filled the car he wished he hadn’t.
I don't know why I run away
I'll make you cry when I run away
Great! Just when it couldn’t get any more awkward. He heard you let out loud sigh as he tried to focus on his hands on the steering wheel.
Girl, take me back 'cause I wanna stay
Save your tears for another
I realize that I'm much too late
You abruptly turn off the radio as you rest your head on the window once again. By now Atsumu has had enough as he opens his mouth to speak.
“Are we going to talk about what happend?” You slowly turned to him and he could see the unamused expression on your face. “What is there to talk about?” He furrowed his brows “I mean, a lot?” You twisted your rings, something you always did when you were nervous.
“Miya there really isn’t anything to talk about. You made it clear that you had to focus on your career and weren’t ready for a serious relationship when I told you I loved you. I don’t think I misunderstood anything did I?”
He cringed at your words. He really messed up. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you back. Hell, you were the first person who got this close to him! He was just afraid of hurting you. He was very serious about volleyball and when something is that important to him he tends to shut everything out. He didn’t want to do that to you. But still, he did love you. He thought he could make it work. But he panicked and fucked things up. That’s what he was good at. Fucking things up.
So he didn’t say anything. He would mess it up either way. He just sat there, looking at you with that look. That look you couldn’t figure out the meaning of. You wanted him to say something that would make you stay. You needed that. But he didn’t. “Yeah. Nothing to talk about.”
The rest of the ride was silent.
You unhooked your seatbelt “Thanks for helping me.” He gave the slightest smile “Anytime.” You opened the door and looked back at him, as if you were expecting something, anything. But he did nothing. He stood there as your breathing synchronized and you stared at each other like this was the last time you two will see the other. “Well, goodbye Atsumu Miya.” Smiling one last time at him you stepped out of the car.
Atsumu wanted to talk. He wanted to tell you to stay. Yell at you how much he loves you. But he couldn’t. He stayed silent as if he wasn’t leaving the only person who actually loved him behind.
a/n: so it is late at night and I wrote some angst. that is all thank you. hope you enjoyed!
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Handmade
Day Twenty Two of WangXian Christmas Stories
A-Yuan admired the Christmas tree for what felt like the millionth time that day, marveling at how the lights and the colors came together in such a picture perfect way. Every ornament seemed to be placed exactly where it had been meant to, and the colorful lights shined off the baubles and tinsel almost magically. It was nearly impossible to look away, and quite unbelievable that he, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan had done it all by themselves.
Wei Ying called A-Yuan’s name from the kitchen. “Come on, we’re ready!”
The boy all but skipped towards the kitchen, where his parents awaited him, the kitchen table now full of painting supplies and decorations, as well as several glass baubles safely balanced on little tripods.
“Aren’t we supposed to paint only one?” A-Yuan asked as he climbed onto the chair designated for him, tall enough to tower over the whole table. “That’s what baba said, you two made one every year you were together before you got me.”
“Yeah, that’s true, I did say that and that’s how it was.” Wei Ying confirmed, mixing some colors on his painting palette. “But I thought we could try something new this time. We could each paint something that made us happy this year and write down the date so that we get a reminder of every good thing that happened to us along the years.”
“That sounds fun!” A-Yuan reached for his own palette and began enthusiastically mixing colors, picking some stickers in the process. “I’m going to make the best one!”
“Well, I don’t know about that, I’m a really good artist. I painted your room and everything, you know?” Wei Ying replied, playful and challenging. “And nobody draws a stick figure like Lan Zhan!”
The man shot a bit of a half hearted glare towards Wei Ying, “I draw decently.”
“Jingyi says decent is code word for bad.”
Wei Ying laughed, “He’s right, it is.”
“Stop ganging up on me.”
They both gasped dramatically. “We would never!”
“Do not lie either.”
Another synchronized gasp.
Lan Zhan couldn’t help a rare smile, bordering laughter. His family was like no other, for sure.
“So, what will you paint, A-Yuan?” he asked, carefully outlining what appeared to be a house.
“I bet there were a lot of moments to choose from.” Wei Ying added, carefully coloring into the shape of a ring.
“Yeah! Like my birthday at that awesome playground, or when we went on vacation, or when you took me to the zoo, or when we got the bunnies! I want to draw all of them but I have to choose, so...” a thoughtful expression crosses his features. “I decided I’ll draw right now.”
Surprise crosses both his parents’ figures. “Right now?”
“Yeah! Like what we’re doing now! It’s a new tradition, right? We need to remember when it started!”
A-Yuan had definitely not expected the sudden, warm embrace that surrounded him after that, but he did not complain. It was always nice to be in his parents’ arms, even if he didn’t really know what came over them. Well, at least he didn’t drop his brush.
(And he didn’t see his dads’ misty eyes either)
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Stars and Migraines - Chapter two
Chapter two
“Question for Daniel; How are you feeling with the car this year? The two first practice sessions seemed promising enough, do you think you could bring home more than one win this season?” Everyone erupts into a synchronized laughter, Daniel as well, even though he’d rather rip his eyes off his face and throw them at their heads.
“Ehm, yeah. Car’s feeling great. The guys back home have worked really hard to get the car into a competitive league and I believe she is cooperating rather nicely this year.” Chuckles and low hums at his answer and the journalist seems to be content with what he said. Daniel would much prefer to tell him to fuck off and mind his business, but that wouldn’t help much.
Ever since he got in that car he’s been on edge.
Everything felt great, amazing even. Too amazing. Daniel felt warry, fidgeting with his fingers, creasing his forehead and barely acknowledging the people around him who were there to help him, guide him or simply, support him.
“The Ferraris are looking quite strong too. Even the Red Bulls. Quite the competition, right?” Daniel could sense that this wasn’t what the journalist wanted to ask and he expected that this was not end of this line of questioning.
So he didn’t say anything. He gave them a soft laugh a nod and a shy “Yeah.”
“But I guess, no one’s more dangerous than your own teammate. How do plan on tackling that competition?”
Nothing is heard now, at least not in Daniel’s head. He’d never been scared of a teammate or a question regarding that. But this year…this year’s everything is different. This year the car is good, too good. The team’s prepared, everyone’s expecting big things. All is lined up waiting for the wins, the podiums, the triumph. And Daniel, he’s not getting any younger. He knows it’s now or never and that scares him. The team has told him he’s their priority this year, but you never know. What if Lando’s quicker? What if Daniel crumbs under the pressure?
He gives them his signature smile that always earns him a second or two, thinking up of an answer that doesn’t come off as arrogant, nor threatening to his teammate, nor showing that he’ll back down from a fight.
“Heh… there will be no tackling, I assure you. We’re here to drive and try to bring home as many points as possible. I’m confident this year that I can do great things and that’s where I’ll focus right now.”
Good enough.
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Sydney’s POV
“Good enough.” I talk myself up, looking at my reflection on the mirror. The papaya orange shirt suiting me just lovely, bringing warmth into my chest and a bright smile on my face. Nothing could ruin this moment for me.
I hear someone calling my name from the other side of the door so I quickly grab my pass, phone and tablet from the desk and rush out of the room, the smile still visible from a mile away. Gary, the person who was hired to pretty much guide me through my transition from Williams to McLaren, is standing outside my office with a less-than-impressed face, glancing at the thousand-dollar watch hugging his wrist and theatrically tapping his shoe’s sole on the floor.
“Finally, Sydney. We’re irreparably late.”
I scrunch my eyebrows and throw a quick look at my phone screen all the while Gary nearly drags me through the working staff to the meeting room. “The meeting’s not set for another fifteen minutes, Gary.”
“Being on time means getting there thirty minutes early.” I roll my eyes but keep my walking speed high, not wanting to disappoint the bosses on my first day here.
We arrive at the empty room in lightning speed thanks to Gary's shoving of people and yelling. I try to keep my head low and apologize to anyone that got in the way of the crazy man I was following.
In the room, I see my full name written on a laminated piece of paper, stuck on the back of a chair so, naturally, I walk towards it. As I sit down I notice Gary has taken his seat on my left and slowly, some other people start to walk in; always with a warm smile and a nod for a greeting.
"Ah! Good morning Miss Zacks." The man who walks in greets me and I instantly stand up, my fingers intertwining with each other as my heart pounds in my chest.
"Good morning Mr. Brown."
He takes a seat at the head of the table and I take that as my cue to return to mine. As my head is already on the right direction, I take the chance to glance at the name tag on the chair next to me on my right.
Daniel Ricciardo.
And as if I read it out loud, the driver himself enters the room and suddenly, I'm frozen in place.
Sure, I have been working in this environment for years, walking around and coming in contact with many Formula One drivers. I've even developed close friendships with a couple of them; George, of course, for whom I'd been working for ages, and Daniel's very own teammate Lando who George introduced me to some years ago and who I am meant to work for this year.
But Daniel...
Never talked to him, never brushed through him, never even made eye-contact. Simply because I actively tried to avoid him, fearing that my fan behavior would break down my professionalism and I'd make a fool of myself.
My whole family, especially my dad, is practically in love with this man, glorifying him as if he's the one with the multiple championships and uncountable wins. His ties with McLaren significantly help, to be honest, since we all almost follow that team religiously, thanks to my dad who's been a fan since his younger years.
So my heart is pounding furiously in my chest, almost cutting my breaths short when Daniel takes his seat next to mine.
He doesn't say anything, doesn't even acknowledge me, too deep into his own thoughts, I assume. I can't help but feel the disappointment that washes over me way too intently than I would have wanted to, considering I know I'm here for one thing; work. It's not the time to fangirl over someone who works with me.
Well, he doesn't actually work with me but...in the same environment.
"Sydney!" A familiar British voice wakes me up and now every seat round the table is filled and low conversations have driven away the awkward silence. "Got tired of little George over there?"
Daniel's head pops up at the sound of his teammate and he slowly drags his eyes over to me, finally realizing there's a whole person next to him. The surprise is clearly drawn on his face, even from the corner of my eyes.
"Yeah, couldn't stand him." I say in a distinct sarcastic tone and Lando's face lights up at the chance to tease another driver.
"Well, his loss is our gain."
"Sure, I'm certain he'll be miserable over at Mercedes." We both share a good laugh before Lando asks Gary if he could change seats with him. With a sour face, Gary gets up from the chair and moves to the other side of the table.
"So, are you excited about this year?" Lando asks me and even though I can still sense that Daniel is keeping his eyes and ears on us, I move my body towards his teammate, blocking him with my back.
"Shouldn't I be asking that question?" Lando raises his eyes eyebrows expectantly, waiting for me to answer. "Yeah, yes. I am...terrified?" He laughs and I join him with a soft chuckle. "I mean, it's everything I ever wanted. I just, I guess I'm just scared I'll screw it up."
"You're going to be fine, Syd. Besides, you're in good hands."
"Yes, I'm sure we'll have a blast this season." I try to lighten the mood but Lando's brows furrow, as if he didn't quite understand what I just said. But before he can get a word in, Zack Brown starts speaking.
"Good morning everyone. There's a bunch of little things we need to settle, but first I'd like to welcome the newest member of the team. Sydney, we are delighted you'd decided to join us and we hope Daniel doesn't give you much of a hard time." Every person in the room responds with a generous laugh, and Zack continues on with announcing the matters of this meeting.
But I don't hear a word.
My brain's stuck at his welcoming words.
...we hope Daniel doesn't give you much of a hard time...
What the fuck?
#f1#daniel ricciardo#daniel ricciardo fic#dr3#f1 imagine#imagines#original character#fanfic#formula 1#formula 1 imagine#daniel ricciardo x oc
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The Avengers: Earth Mightiest Heroes & X-Men Evolution series watch
Living Legend Written by Kevin Burke and Christ Wyatt
While looking for the Hulk in the article the Avengers find Captain America's body in the ice and Iron Mand sees that he is still alive. They bring him onto the Quinjet and manage to revive him but he believes them to be Hydra agents and a fight between them starts.
In the meantime, Black Panther infiltrates the Avengers Mansion and discovers more information about the Avengers.
Captain America lands on the Statue of Liberty at Ellis Island and is confronted by Wasp, who he mistakes for one of Baron Zemo's experiments. Wasp takes him to a war memorial with statues of him and Bucky, but Iron Man informs him that there was no trace of him. The Avengers later take him to their mansion and give him a room.
At a HYDRA base, Baron Zemo breaks in and surprises Baron Strucker with his escape. Zemo then learns from a HYDRA agent that Captain America is still alive. Zemo then leaves the base and heads to Arnim Zola's base. There is a flashback to a fight between Zola and Captain America, where Zola ended up mutated after being knocked into one of the HYDRA experiments during the confrontation. In the present, Zola meets with Zemo, who informs him of the situation, and Zola begins treating Zemo to keep him alive.
Zola sends one of his experiments to the Statue of Liberty. Iron Man, Thor, and Ant-Man go to fight it. In the mansion, another one of the monster experiments and Zemo have broken in. Wasp battles a monster while Captain America is taunted by Zemo. As Zemo throws a grenade, Black Panther saves Cap's life with his shield, and Zemo escapes.
Cap jumps in front of Wasp and uses his shield to protect her. Wasp takes Giant Man to Ellis Island, where they discover that Arnim Zola's experiments are being weakened by Wasp's bio-energy. Giant Man changes his helmet to match the energy signature and advises Iron Man to do the same. Together, they defeat the monster. After returning to the Avengers mansion, Iron Man officially welcomes Captain America as a the team.
Captain America asks Tony when he will get a chance to meet the person in a black catsuit who saved him from Zemo. Tony is confused as who Steve is talking about. Meanwhile, at Zola's base, Enchantress and Executioner kill Arnim Zola and Propose an offer to Zemo it's.
Even with the quick pase of the episode it does a pretty good job at showing Cap's shock and ennui at being awoken in the present. I like how it was Janet who stayed and talk to Steve even when there was action. Nice bit of characterization for her considering of thrill seeking she normally is. Not many of the other characters get much to do. But it is nice to see that they all seem to have genuine concerns for Hulk.
Black Panther is way more involved from the very first season. The show does a pretty good job with balancing and synchronizing all the plots so far. A lot is going on but none of the episode have felt crowded at all.
Some fun animated action scenes in this episode with the blob monsters and a few more ambitious camera angles
SpykeCam written by Rick Ungar Christy Marx and Randy Littlejohn
Evan, after failing his report, begs his teacher to give him another chance to do a make-up assignment. The teacher agrees to give him a digicam to make a video report on currant events. Even just starts eavesdropping on the others at home and school.
While Evan is skateboarding home, Sabretooth jumps him, pushes him aside, and briefly takes his camera before running off again. The next day, Evan tries to film Cyclops and Wolverine training outside, but he nearly gets killed by one of the projecting buzzsaws, and he is knocked out of the way by Wolverine.
While trying to erase the footage, Wolverine discovers the message that Sabretooth left on the camera. When he suddenly shows up right there at the mansion, The X-men are able to fight Sabretooth off. Wolverine tries to run after him when he flees, but isn't able to find him.
Wolverine tries to put the mansion on lockdown, suspecting Sabretooth might try to capture one of the other X-men to try to lure him out. Evan, Kitty, and Rogue sneak out to the woods to try to film a music video, and Sabretooth does try to attack them.
The kids and Sabretooth fight a bit before Wolverine shows up and Rogue manages to knock Sabretooth out. Wolverine figures the kid deliberately planed this and is impressed but still grounds them for putting themselves in danger. Wolverine drops off Sabretooth in the artic and Xavier has wiped his mind, so he won't remember where the mansion is keeping them safe for now.
Starting off I just want to say this episode has some really nice flowing animation. This episode has one of the dance sequences that are in the intro and I personally I just associate this series with the characters dancing.
This is another episode that is aggressively 2000s with spyke getting excited over a digital camera, the girls fighting over a CD and even just the dancing.
Xavier Mansion is such a terrible safety hazard. The fact they use real dangerous projectiles during training and anyone can just walk on in when they're active. You are not keeping these children safe Chuck. Sabretooth is the least of your worries when you have a device that just shoots out buzz saws.
Sadly, what I will Say this episode was fairly weekly so on characterization. Spyke is not a very interesting character and everyone else was kind just there. This episode does not give any further insight between the conflict Sabertooth and Wolverine. Even Rogue who just joined the last episode just acts like she has always been there.
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Some art for a cute little Mattia/Yuri fic I wrote.
Synopsis: After slipping away from an office party neither wanted to attend, Mattia and Yuri share a peaceful moment on the Justice Tower's deserted observation deck.
You can read it HERE on AO3 or under the cut
A moment alone, a reprieve from the raucous commotion that lay within the walls they leaned upon. They were never ones for gatherings, Yuri and Mattia; the redhead was merely a plus one to an event neither wanted to attend.
The cool evening air and the Justice Tower's deserted observation deck afforded them some degree of peace. The sun had already dipped below the horizon, its twilight rays filtering through the gaps in the clouds and the city below glittering like tinsel against a multitude of lights. It was calming to their frayed nerves.
Mattia was the first to move, his hands dipping into his pockets and fishing out a dwindling pack of cigarettes, resting one between his parted lips and doing the same for Yuri’s.
Yuri responded in kind, moving in close until their foreheads nearly touched and cupped a hand around the unlit tips to shield them from the breeze. Mattia, in turn, raised a hand to brush Yuri's windswept bangs back and secure them behind his ear just as Yuri's finger ignited in a tuft of blue flame, lighting both cigarettes simultaneously.
They lingered there a moment longer than necessary, catching each other's eyes, gentle smiles they hadn't been able to conjure all night suddenly playing at the corners of their lips before they pulled back.
Yuri took a long drag, turning his eyes skyward and letting the smoke drift past his lips and into the moonlit air as he broke the silence. "Thank you for coming with me. I know you're not a fan of this sort of event."
"No offense, but you don't exactly seem like you’re jumping for joy either," he replied lightly, "But it's not like I mind. The view is nice, so it’s not so bad." He trailed the fingers of his free hand along Yuri's and followed his gaze upward to the night sky.
"You certainly have a habit of optimism."
"You can’t get through life without it. Not pleasnetly, anyway," Mattia responded. He gave Yuri's hand a gentle squeeze as he pushed off the wall, nodding toward the railing that surrounded the rooftop’s perimeter. "Shall we?"
Yuri nodded and they moved forward together, their strides slow and synchronous as they approached the tower's edge. They stood side by side, looking down over the city as Mattia flicked ash into the sea of lights below them.
"You know, you’ve been more optimistic too," he observed, turning to study Yuri's profile in the dim lighting. "You used to be so miserable about things, almost like you thought there was no hope left in the world or something."
"That's a... rather blunt way of putting it," Yuri responded.
"Ah, sorry sorry. I wasn't trying to imply you were too depressing back then or anything. I just... I like it better when you're like this. It's nice."
"Somehow, you must have rubbed off on me," Yuri mused quietly, taking another drag of his cigarette and exhaling slowly.
He chuckled at that, shaking his head. "I won't take credit for your hard work. You made it happen all on your own." Mattia unlaced their fingers, letting his arm snake around Yuri's waist and draw him in. "Do you remember how you were back when we first met?"
"Not fondly," Yuri responded, his brows pinching with a wry smile. “And not very well.”
"Heh, well I do," Mattia said, returning the expression with an impish grin, his eyes twinkling with merriment. "You were so damn serious, I thought you might eat me alive at one point. And now..."
He filled the silence, giving a voice to the unspoken sentiment. "I'm happy." Yuri leaned into the embrace, resting his cheek against Mattia's shoulder. "Somehow you've managed to make an office party bearable."
"Are you saying the people at the bureau aren't fun?"
"They are, which is, in fact, the issue," he replied dryly. "It's overwhelming. It's tiresome to fake a smile and listen to such mundane conversation for so long. I needed some air, at least."
"Well then," Mattia tilted his head to face him, brushing another stray lock of hair from Yuri's forehead before pecking his lips, "Stay out here with me until it's time to say goodbye. They've all had more than enough to drink, they probably won't even realize we're gone."
"I must have spoken too soon. It seems like you're a poor influence after all," he teased lightly. "But I must say, I find it difficult to argue with your logic. This time, anyway."
"Well, I can't pretend that part of it isn't selfish. I'm not really cut out to be around stuffy business types. Other than you, of course," he added with a wink and a lopsided grin, receiving an unamused—yet somehow fond—sigh in response.
They stood in companionable silence, watching the city lights twinkle and sparkle in the distance, leaning against one another, the tension leaching from their bodies. It felt nice to relax, to just be. The fatigue of their jobs—frivolous duties like compulsory officer parties included—was catching up to them, the burden heavy on their shoulders; but here, in one another's arms, the weight lifted and they could both breath easy.
As their cigarettes burned down to the filters, they stood there for a few more minutes, the brisk wind cool on their moon-bathed skin. Yuri put his out on the railing, tucking the extinguished butt into his pocket where he could dispose of it properly later. Mattia, on the other hand, simply crushed his underfoot and left it there.
"Yuri?"
"Mm?"
"Wouldn't it be nice if... things were different?" he asked quietly.
Perplexed, Yuri regarded him with a tilted head and an arched brow. "Different? Sorry, I don't follow."
"No more office parties, no more tedious meetings, no more mindless paperwork?" he murmured, casting a sideways glance at his partner. "Just the two of us. Like this... forever."
The ghost of a smile crossed Yuri's lips as he responded just as expected. "Pure idealism."
Mattia’s cheeks heated as he cast his gaze downward, kicking at the loose gravel. "I'm serious."
"I didn't doubt that." An endeared look flitted across Yuri's features before his more serious expression settled back into place. "But it's unrealistic, a fantasy."
"I know," he sighed softly. "But it doesn't have to be. If I moved to a smaller apartment and sold my car and maybe downsized my comic collection. Well, a few of them at least... Maybe then I could swing it. And then you wouldn't have to work anymore and—" Mattia's words trailed off, interrupted by a sweet and all too uncommon sound as Yuri stifled a giggle, his smile shielded by the back of his hand.
"You are truly incorrigible sometimes. You must have finally lost your mind," he said affectionately, looping his arm around Mattia's waist again and drawing him close once more.
"You might be right about that," Mattia chuckled softly, "I sure feel like it sometimes. But you could always lose yours with me."
"You're hopeless. I'd prefer to keep my sanity. But..." He paused, tucking his face into the warm crook of Mattia's neck, settling comfortably. "I'll consider it."
"You will?" Mattia asked, pitch rising in surprise. "You mean it?"
"I won't promise to surrender, but I'll at least give it thought. I do love you, after all. You've made quite the fool out of me," he admitted with a self-deprecating laugh.
"That makes two of us fools," Mattia responded, running a gentle hand through Yuri's loose, wind-tousled curls. "I love you too, Yuri. Do you think they've forgotten about us yet?"
"I could only hope so," Yuri murmured softly. "Are you trying to ask me something?"
"Ah," Mattia hummed in affirmation, "If, hypothetically, we were to slip away would you want to spend the night? I'll make you a nice dinner, or at least one that hasn't been fondled by your coworkers' grubby fingers."
"I could certainly think of worse ways to spend the rest of my evening." After offering him a final squeeze, Yuri pulled away from Mattia's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his own midsection for warmth, drawing Mattia's concerned gaze.
"Do you want to borrow my jacket?"
"No thank you" Yuri replied, shrugging dismissively.
"Are you sure? You look cold."
"It's only a short walk to the parking lot, I think I'll survive," he countered, but the answer didn't satisfy his insistent, doting partner.
Already undoing its buttons, Mattia shook his head as he slipped it from his shoulders. "I'm giving you my jacket. Here, take it." He attempted to drape it over Yuri's shoulders, only to have him duck out of reach. "Seriously?"
"I'll be alright, I don't need you to—" His words halted abruptly as he dodged another attempt to envelop him in fleece.
Mattia's eyes lit up at the perceived challenge, treating the matter as a game and relentlessly swooping at him with the jacket, but Yuri kept his hands up and evaded each attack with ease, so clearly forcing back a smile that threatened at the corners of his lips. They did circles and laps around one another, weaving and bobbing until, at last, their dance came to an end.
Having cornered him, Mattia backed Yuri against the railing with a grin and planted a soft kiss on his lips, long and sweet and lingering, as he caught him with the jacket, pulling it snuggly around him. "Got you," he whispered into his lips. "Sooo, does this mean I'm faster and more skilled than all the heroes?"
"If you'd like to believe that, then disregard my next words but... I let you catch me. I got tired of running around," Yuri confessed playfully, straightening out the borrowed garment he’d finally resigned himself to wearing.
"Oooh, ouch. My pride," he said mournfully, feigning a sigh. "My poor, wounded pride. I think that’s a wound only pancakes for dinner can heal. We should head out quickly before I cry."
Yuri's shadowed lids fluttered as he rolled his eyes and shook his head in exasperated endearment. "And, more importantly, before you freeze without your jacket." Placing his hands upon Mattia's chest, he gently pushed him back and slowly rounded him, making his way towards the elevator.
Mattia made to follow him, but was stopped when Yuri glanced over his shoulder, holding up a hand.
"Pick that up before you leave. Don't litter."
"Yes sir," Mattia replied sheepishly, scurrying off to obey and scrape the discarded butt from the pavement before eagerly trailing after his partner who was already holding the elevator door for him.
Cheeks tinged with color from the cold, or maybe something sweeter, he claimed Yuri’s lips again as the doors slid shut behind them.
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@raijuto reached out to me as the requestor of Alphonse and his s/o’s first time ask, so here it is! Minors Do Not Interact. Note: this is years after the timeskip. He’s an adult like he was at the end of the series.
Warnings: protected sex, non-synchronized orgasms(but they’re pretty close), first times, fingering, stroking, technically Al doesn’t need to be aged up bc he’s an adult at the very end of the series but some ppl might forget or still feel anxious so I’ll note “aged-up” here, too.
Sorry for the long wait! My life kind of fell apart and all my muses escaped! But they are back, now. This is about half proofread so I’m sorry if any typos got through!
Wordcount: ~1.9k
😖😳First Time with Alphonse Elric😳😖
Your eyes drift down the train track as you stand at the Resembool train station. Though you know that Alphonse would be returning on the last train after the sun set, you were so eager to welcome him back that you couldn’t wait at the house. So now here you are, standing on the platform as the sky dims over the rolling countryside.
Your spirits lift when you see the train in the distance. It’s only a spot of light at first, but it rumbles near, mechanisms hissing as it slows. You scan the windows. In the nearly empty train, it’s easy to find Al’s smiling face. When your eyes meet, he smiles brighter. Grabbing his suitcase, he starts to rise, only to stumble a bit when the train jerks to a full stop. It doesn’t shake his smile, and he hurries off. You throw your arms around him as soon as his feet hit the platform. After a few months away, studying and writing to each other, it’s such a relief to have him in your arms again. “Welcome home!”
He laughs and squeezes you tight before planting a quick kiss on your lips. “I missed you!”
“I missed you, too,” you burble. You grasp his hand when he releases you, and you head back toward the house. “Ed and Winry are out in Rush Valley with the kids, but they’ll be back tomorrow. How was your trip?”
“It was really good. I have so much to talk about,” he said. “But I should wait until everyone gets back. I can’t wait to have everyone together again.” He stifles a yawn.
“Yeah... but it will be nice to have some time alone.”
He smiles and nods. After a moment of considering that, he raises a brow. “All alone... That sounds like fun.” His sleepy smile turns mischievous.
Your cheeks color. That was on your mind; you two had been dating for a while, but time had never allowed you to take things to the next step. You reach the steps of the house. It’s too late for dinner and, unless you decide to just go straight to bed, nothing is stopping you.
You’re both aware of that, so there’s a small bit of awkward silence as you both stroll inside and Alphonse unpacks. He’s about finished when you stroll up behind in wrap your arms around his chest. “Al, do you want to...”
He puts his hands over yours. “Do I want to what?” You can’t tell if he’s teasing or if he’s uncertain.
Your face feels hot and you fidget your fingers. “You know... sleep together.”
He squeezes your hand. Laughing sheepishly, he says, “You know, I’ve tried to think of how to set up a romantic night with you lots of times, but I think simple is good. If we both want to, we should.”
“Then?” You take a step back as he turns around to look at you.
“Then let’s do it!”
Your heart flutters in your chest. “Okay, give me just a minute.” You hurry into the bathroom and look yourself over quickly. You take a minute to splash some water in your face, and talk yourself up. You really asked him! And he said yes! After taking some time to compose yourself, you decide to strip down to your underwear. They’re not lingerie or anything like that, but they’re cute. Fitting for a first time, you think. You slip open the drawer and take out a condom; you’ve been prepared for a while. When you’re done, you step out, closing the door quietly behind you.
He’s sitting on the bed, rubbing the pink out of his cheeks. But seeing you makes them turn red all over again. “Y/n, you look great.”
You link your hands behind your back. “Thank you.”
He starts to stand, but you tiptoe forward to sit on his lap. His smile looks a little goofy as he settled his hands on your waist. “Let’s not go too fast.”
You nod.
He meant it when he suggested starting slow, and he doesn't so much as slip you tongue. Instead, he pulls you close, his lips press softly against yours. His kiss melts you from the inside out. You can't help but lean into him. Your chest presses against his, and he makes a small sound against your lips before breaking away. His cheeks glow. You're on top of him now, his back to the bed, and he looks at you with wide, bewildered eyes and red cheeks.
"S-sorry!" You peep, starting to jump off of him.
But he catches you, resting a hand on the small of your back. The other covers his smile, and his eyes dart away. "No, it's okay. If you're that excited... That's- that's really cute!"
In relief, you peck him on the cheek. "Thank you..." You gently touch your forehead to his. "Um, Al?"
He blinks up at you. "Yeah?"
"I love you."
His grip tightens on you a bit, and his eyes crinkles with a smile. "I love you, too, y/n." He kisses you, and you deepen it. You roll your hips against his. Just like before, he makes a tiny noise. You know he's blushing, but he doesn't pull away. He rests a hand on the side of your head and massages your scalp. His tongue slips past your lips, much to your surprise. Maybe he's abandoned taking it slow altogether. You unbutton his shirt, and he matches your energy. Your lips part as he pulls it off over his head. When his mouth lands back on your skin, it’s a kiss to your shoulder, trailing gently in toward your neck.
As he does, he fumbles a bit with your underwear. You help him remove it, giggling sheepishly. You both help one another shed your clothes slowly. The way his finger trail warmly contrasts with the air cooling your bared skin. “Wow,” he murmurs more than once as he touches you and takes in your beauty. He breathes it into your skin when he kisses you, like he can hardly help the utterance from slipping out.
Being your first time, you are nervous about this, but the way he praises your body makes you feel warm and tingly. “Al... I want-” you breathe.
“Me too,” he answers. He pulls you close, hands fumbling and face cherry-red. “I, uh, I’m really nervous. I don’t know why I...” Your body is pressed close to his and you can sense why he seems so self-conscious. Between you both his manhood is just not cooperating. Mortified, he says, “This has never happened before...”
You’re a bit puzzled by this development, but you can tell by the look on his face that you’re not the problem. It’s all nerves. “Maybe I could... help?” you whisper.
He puts a hand over his mouth again. You’ve never seen him so flushed. But after a moment he nods.
You’re already over him, his back is to the mattress, and so you back up enough to get comfortable with your head lowered between his legs. You grasp his soft dick in your hand, and his thighs tense. You stroke it gently, feel his body react to yours. He is stifling little sighs, and slowly but surely firming in your grip.
When he’s ready, you reach for the condom, nearly forgotten on the nightstand. He guides your hands when you put it on him. You’re practically shivering with excitement, and he can feel it. “You’re not scared are you?”
You let out a burst of laughter. “No.” The condom is lubricated. You’re both ready.
As you shift to get on top of him again, he grasps your waist and flips your positions. “Good.” He sucks on his fingers before his hand travels down your body. He circles the pad of his thumb over your nipple. The moisture cools your skin and makes your nipples stand. His hands continue south, slowing as they reach the heat between your legs. Watching your expression, he works through trial and error, finding where he needs to touch you to make you moan and squirm.
His lips find yours just as a finger slips in side, and he swallows the sounds you make as he stretches you out. “More,” you embarrassingly find yourself whimpering when he moves too slowly and his single finger feels like a tease. He curls in a second and, this time without you needing to tell him to, a third. He’s listening intently to your sounds and urgings, the soft direction you murmur against his lip. He wants to get it right, after all.
That’s why it surprises you when he pulls out so abruptly. You had been enjoying his touch! But you quickly realize, as his hand grips the sheets beside your head, that he has been patient. His damp fingers grip his cock, and his eyes flicker between your spread legs and your eyes. “Can I-?”
“Yes, please, Al.”
He gives his dick one dutiful stroke and lines it up with your opening. You’re so sensitive, you can feel it more than see him adjusting, spreading you carefully open with his tip.
And then he sinks inside.
You tip your head back, let out a breath. As his hips meet yours, he cups your cheek, urging you to meet his eyes. “Is this good?”
It feels like pressure. Not good or bad so soon, not overwhelming. It feels right. “Yes,” you whisper.
He smiles, emboldened, and starts to pump in and out. His pace is slow at first, letting you adjust. But there’s an eagerness he can’t hold back, and soon he’s speeding up. He’s quieter once you get going, chewing his lip and stifling quiet huffs and grunts. It looks like the feeling of you squeezing around him has his full attention. Both of his hands fall to grips the sheets, and his face colors as he gives you his all.
This isn’t like anything you’ve felt before, either. It’s so warm, your bodies together, your breath mingled, the tangle of your limbs, and the clap of you hips colliding. Your legs curl around his waist, and you can hear your own voice- though you’re not sure if you’re saying anything coherent or just letting out whatever wanton noise that builds up inside you out.
What brings you back is Alphonse grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss. Suddenly something so physical and mindless turns soft. You practically melt at his touch, and your eyes slip closed. You feel out of your body for a moment.
And then your senses collide, you slam back you your senses, a shivering pleasure erupting from your core and shaking the muscles through your chest and limbs, all the way to the bloodrush in your face. Your lips part soundlessly, and your left gasping as Al leans back, pulling you into his lap. He guides your hips until he finishes, too, moving while you still recover. He manages a sound, something akin to a growl as he thrusts up into you, and then he stills, breathing hard.
Your chests rise and fall with each other. When you look up, his eyes are a little watery. His hair is tousled, his cheeks are flushed, and he grinning. “Was-” he huffs, “Was that good?”
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Okay firstly: I forget to post this, which is why I'm only posting it now ^^'
Secondly, these are my thoughts during my own playthrough of Assassin's Creed 2, because I can't talk to anyone in real live about it. You don't have to understand them and don't have to like this post, I just wanted to get them out of my head and maybe someone can relate.
Thirdly, a little warning: this post is longer than the one I posted about AC1 ..
SPOILERS (obviously)
(02.01.2023)
• I like the beginning screen
• YOU CAN CHANGE THE LANGUAGE AND ADD SUBTITLES!!! Big + point
• Ohhh I like the trailer
• LUCY IS BREAKING ME OUT!!!
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• Well that's one way to introduce us to the new character...
• I like that they use English and Italian words
• Little baby is a fighter
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• The Eagle Vision can be activated while running!
• (Also the Eagle Vision is different - you no longer see the world from their eyes, which is sad, but I guess this new vision is more practical, because you can see around you quicker)
• YEES FIGHT GIRL!
• You know what, Desmond is asking the right questions. What is the plural of Animus?
• Arrividerci Abstergo
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• Yes I trust you stranger, who helped me escape, but at first helped the organization that kidnapped me :)
• Where are we (in which country)?
• I like Rebecca - she is a sweethart :)
• I like Shaun - he is a sassy ass :)
• (Also I'M RISKING MY SANITY OK SHAUN! >:( )
• I like Shaun's notice board :)
• "Hello Desmond :) Go away >:)" ... well alright
• (He reminds me of Malik :D)
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• New loading screen
• Ok, the new world-generating-thing? LOOKS AMAZING!
• HELLO Ezio :D
• And he got the same scar, nice!
• You can see how much damage the enemies have! Awesome!
• I have a big brother! I like him already :)
• I have a life scale now, instead of a synchronizing scale
• YOU CAN LOOT!!! MONEEEYYY!!!
• 609 FLORINS!
• I like the little "beginning" screen before a mission
• An arrow above the head of people makes it easier to follow (and identify) then
• Weird mask (from the doctors) but I kinda like it
• O.o THERE IS INFORMATION?!
• SOOO MUCH INFORMATION :D
• (that is a really nice detail - in AC1 Desmond (and we) were not giving much information. We were just puched in a mission, in a life nearly a thousand years ago, without much useful information. Now though, we can read about the people and places at any time! Really nice!)
• Ezio disappeared at 17 after a dramatic incident? Well, I have a feeling we're gonna find out what it was..
• ALSO THERE IS A STATISTIC! It shows your synchronization, gaming time and more! :D
• Aww I love these two!
• "Baby brother has much to learn!" "There is no shame in losing, brother!"
• I LOVE the music!
• Aww he helped me up!
• Omg what a beautiful beginning! <3
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• THE ROUND ABOUT AT THE VIEW POINT LOOKS SO GOOD! (Also love the music during it) Firenze looks so good!
• Also visit Cristina? No, I rather look around! View points to find an all that
• 66 VIEW POINTS?! O.o
• There are DOCTORS, BLACKSMITHS, TAILORS AND ART MERCHANTS?! So much new stuff!!
• A yellow arrow indicates that someone is watching you! If its full, it goes red and you should better get going!
• Also there is a green marker, so you know where you're supposed to go
• (And, other then in AC1, the little map also shows the rooftops and the ground levels and even enemies (red dots) - in AC1, there were just little symbols that showed you, which way the next activity was)
• Firenze is not flat, like the cities in AC1 were, but it is still a great feeling, to run across the rooftops
• There are chests! You can LOOT the CHESTS! 100 florins from a chest!!!
• ... Imagine you're 17 years old and just climb the Santa Maria del Fiore for fun (114 m hight)?!
• AND THEN JUMP DOWN INTO A WAGON FILLED WITH LEAVES?!
• (AND SURVIVE, LIKE THAT JUMP WAS NOTHING SPECIAL?!!!)
• THOSE WOODEN THINGS HANGING FROM THE CRANES SHAKE NOW! (slightly, but still)
• "I'm gonna have a few words with him" - punches him half to death
• Ah, the feathers of Petruccio are probably like the flags in AC1
• I LOVE the mother! XD
• I also love Leonardo! He seems like a real sweetheart! (Also he voiced the Rafiq of Damascus in AC1!) He is probably gonna help me later :) (at least, I hope so)
• Ohhhh secret messages, cryptic warning - I think there is more to dear Giovanni
• THEY DID WHAT TO DEAR MARIA?! >:O
• I SWEAR IF THEY DID SOMETHING TO MY BROTHERS!!
• GIAVANNI IS AN ASSASSIN! Is Federico one too?
• Ezio has a cape :)
• (A cape for just one shoulder ... don't know if I like it)
• The guards are supposed to just kill a 17-year-old for no real reason....
• Feathers and chests grow white in the Eagle Vision, making it easy to see them
• A dark shadow walking mysteriously behind Alberti ... I think I know who was the reason for the imprisonment
• NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :'O
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• ARCHERS!!!
• I like Paola :)
• So the courtesans are like the scholars in AC1, but instead of you walking with them, you can get them at any time and they walk with you
• IS LEONARDO ALSO PART OF THE BROTHERHOOD?!
• SUBJEKT 16?!
• I love the thugs on the rooftops :D "Moving like the WIND" thank you, thank you ;)
• I love how Ezio knocks, but doesn't wait for an answer and opens the door immediately
• HUG!
• But can we all just take in for a moment, that Ezio was immediately on board with having his finger cut of... for a cause he doesn't even know of...
• And the fact that Leonardo immediately helped and protected Ezio, even though he knew him maybe a day or two
• I love Leonardo
• BYE BYE ALBERTI (love Ezios little speech)
• I tear down pieces of paper with my face off the walls and suddenly the guards don't know what I look like anymore?
• I'd like to point out again, that Ezio is 17!!
• SHE DIDN'T KNOW THEY DIED!!!
• THE MUSIC IS NOT HELPING
• There are no beggars but THERE ARE MUSICIANS!!!
• I'M TRYING TO QUIETLY LEAVE THE CITY, NOT PUNCH YOU ALL IN THE FACE
• The fact that 4 dancing women can make 8 hard trained guards leave their posts ...
• It's-a-me, Mario! ....
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(03.01.23)
• I'm learning to fight.... I'm still not good
• Awww poor madre, here 5 feathers :)
• I'll help Mario!
• But first: view points!
• I miss the throwing knifes...
• Also I'm not suspicious when I'm running anymore :)
• THROWING KNIVES! XD
• BYE BYE VIERI
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• Altaïr :)
• Of course the Codex pages would just lay around randomly in the open like that
• "He is a monster" "What happened..." "He's making me WORK" - relatable
• I CAN MAKE MOOONEYYY
• I get money from my amour, equipment, the feathers and Codex pages? Awesome!
• They are bulling the architect and I'm here for it
• Secret way in the wall!
• ALTAÏR :D
• Oh I definitely will have bette luck. I'll get the amour even if it's the last thing I do
• There is so much to DO in AC2
• I can't go in there .... (the big door, next to the stairs outside of the villa)
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• LEONARDO I'M BACK
• "Anything for you, my friend" <3
• NEW ASSINATION TECHNIQUE!! (and 2 more lives) THEY ARE ASWESOMEEE!!!
• Why are these dummies bleeding, Leonardo?...
• 2 HIDDEN BLADES?!
• (Wait, this idea came from the Codex - the one Altaïr did... Altaïr was already deadly enough with one blade, imagine him with 2)
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• You can get treasure maps at the art merchants
• Yes, I'll teach your husband a lesson my lady
• I wouldn't have wanted him as my husband too, my poor lady
• The times of the day changes (day and night)
• MY MONEY!
• hello La Volpe :)
• RUNNING WITH TIME AAHHH
• Barely did it ...
• Ohhh I like this (running around this tomb)
• I HAD HIM BUT THE DOOR CLOSED!! >:(
• Francesco you are gonna follow your son
• Is that supposed to be Altaïr on the sacrofaq
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(04.01.23)
• the Santa Maria del Fiore is preeetttyy big (and empty) from the inside
• I can't make that jump, that's too far away ... but where else am I supposed to go?
• Apparently Ezio COULD make that jump
• Those chandeliers, beams and poles are pretty handy, eh?
• the secret treasure is probably not worth it, but at this point I'm so desperate, that I want to now what is in there
• 25 minutes later for 250 florins in that stupid chest ...
• But hey, I at least did it :')
• THAT JUMP was even more unrealistic?!
• MY GOD?!!! I would NEVER do that in real life...
• MA'AM I'M TRYING TO SAY THIS RESPECTFUL - it is fu*king hard to get to your sarcophagus (which I guess was intentional)
• SOMEONE has anger issues ...
• Quick death for someone with a big mouth
• Also wise words Ezio :3
• Nice one Ezio!
• Another Codex page - LEONARDO!
• It's kinda poetic with which ease Ezio hands over the hidden blade to Leaonardo - it shows a lot of trust
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(07.01.23)
• Let's go to Tuscany
• Smoke bombs? (THEY ARE AWESOME! I wish there were more)
• Well that was a fast and easy kill - Bye bye Stefano, Requiescat in pace
• The horse follows you again - it's such a sweet little detail :)
• Requiescat in pace Archbishop Salviati
• I like the riding through the open world (but be aware, if you(r horse) knocks a person away, the guards are gonna chase you)
• Seriously, why do the guards put Ezio's wanted poster at like the highest point possible where no normal human will ever see them?!
• Well Bernardo's assassination was also quite easy (not that I'm complaining; I'm surprised that it's going so well)
• ARCHERS!
• wow Ezio has come a long way since the beginning ... Requiescat in pace
• "The Assassin is relentless. We cannot hope to stop him on our own." YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT, BEFORE YOU KILL MY FAMILY
• AS IF ONE MUSICIAN WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ENOUGH BUT 3?! Guys, I need to be SILENT! YOU are LOUD AND ANNOYING
• Aww Ezio really has come a long way. Requiescat in pace Del Salvucci
• Sequence 5 finished
• A GIFT?!
• AWESOME! I can steal from as many people as I want now, without increasing the notoriety in Florence and Tuscany :D
• I like the cape
• LEONARDO MY BELOVED :)
• gone?!
• Venezia? All the more reason to go there ;)
• But first to Monteriggioni
• After a few updates, it is already looking better
• Knife belt upgrade :D
• And now to Tuscany again, because I wanted to get the Assassins Seal there
• Let's infiltrate the Torre Grossa
• I liked this one :)
• So now: to VENEZIA (and Leonardo)
• Or I guess, to the mountains first?
• Leonardo! :D Ahh he's so cute. WILL I FLY?!
• Ahh a chase scene!!
• I did it :) (it was a hell of a bumpy ride and I only hav 2 and a half blue squares left, but I did it)
• (I hope there are never carriage chases again...)
• Forlì is looking sad
• 3 Codex pages!
• And 5 feathers (so far)
• And the 33rd viewpoint :)
• AND another Assassin Seal - nice!
• The seal from Rocca di Ravaldino
• I also enjoyed this one :)
• 4 from 6 now already :)
• Guards change their shifts at morning and night time
• Man Leonardo has a loud voice ... (I could hear him kilometers away)
• Apparently I need to help the madonna to get the pass
• THE WAY YOU DRIVE THE OAR XD
• she became engaged when she was 10?!!
• please stop flirting...
• End of sequence 6
• Desmooonnnd :D
• Desmond has a say in all that is happening? Well, I'm not so sure about that ...
• Aww Shaun the little history nerd ^^
• Open your eyes lets begin! ... (don't ask)
• Hallucinations!
• ALTAÏR!!! :D
• O.o
• With Maria?! The woman that wanted him death?!
• I'm happy for him :) (It's nice that we see him again)
• Venezia is BIG
• I love that the colours of the guards uniform change (blue in venice, green in forlì, red/yellow in florence)
• YES LET ME BUY IT FOR HIM
• I nearly missed the hug!
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(08.01.23)
• Oh so you're better of on our own, but as soon as I fall behind and fight for you, you tell me to hurry up?! (Rosa)
• "They're shooting at us!" ... no they're not. I helped them, so now they're taking a deep nap ...
• "You work well under pressure" please if you just listened to me during the chase scene, then you would know that's not true
• Coffee
• New climbing technique!
• (Now I can finally climb the viewing point!)
• So.many.archers.!!!
• So the courtesans also fight (if you hired them and are under attack). They have a knife and everything ^^
• It is so cool that the thieves can follow you along the rooftops :D
• Also the voice actor from Federico also voices Ugo. I don't know what to do with the fact
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(23.01.23)
• Always with the guards
• That didn't work like I planned it, but I guess that works too
• Bye bye
• I love the music
• End of sequence 7
• Let's get the next Seal! (at the Basilica San Marco)
• Ahhh cool
• AHHH WITH TIME
• THAT TICKING IS MAKING ME NERVOUS
• WHERE DO I NEED TO GO?!
• (and what's wrong with these camera angles ....)
• I DID THEM ALL ON THE FIRST TRY OMG
• Ma'am I REALLY liked this one :) (if you take away the anxiety I felt because of the ticking)
• Ok but seriously, why is there always an woman singing during water sences in games - yes, she sings beautiful, but why?
• they argue like little children XD
• not them standing on the wide bridge, with Ezio in plain sight, and they still don't see him ...
• Yes, don't underestimate the young Assassin >:)
• And he looks straight at Ezio!!
• (New fanfiction idea: Borgia is a secret Assassin, that wanted to protect Giovanni but failed and now wants to help Ezio...)
• (Just kidding ...)
• LEONARDO :D
• I'm going to fly!
• Well I didn't crash into any houses
• Leonardo is so cute
• Let's hope I get there save and sound
• I CAN KICK THEM OF THE ROOF?! Yeees >:)
• (And I got an achievement for it XD)
• Sequence 8 finished
• Carnevale :D
• A PISTOL?! o.O
• A mask :)
• Wouldn't you like be my date for Carnevale, Leonardo?
• The last tomb! :D
• I GOT THE RUNNER?!!! >:D
• Oh my God ... this (the big/last place in the hidden tomb) is soo big (and beautiful - nice reflections in the water)
• And of course with time again...
• I DID IT ON THE FIRST TRY?! !!! o.O
• I HAVE ALL THE SEALS :D
• Let's go to Monteriggioni!
• THE ARMOUR IS BLACK!!! AND SOOO PRETTY!!! :D (and full life bar)
• But let's get back to Venize
• Let the Carnevale begin!
• The games were very fun, but I wish that Ezio could have enjoyed the games without the constant thought in the back of his head, that he needed to win the games (otherwise he wouldn't have a chance of comming near the Doge) :/
• and of course they had to cheat
• Aannd sequence 9 finished :)
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(28.01.23)
• Neeew land to exploreeee :)
• Uh my man, you don't look so good ...
• I'll liberate Bartolomeo for you :)
• O.o
• He seems nice?
• "Bella mia"?!
• STOP BEGINNING FIGHTS!!
• "Must.Break.Bone." - I think that is the perfect description for Bartolomeo
• He has a wife?!
• Oh no, it's his sword...
• Even though the mercenaries have no lives (those live squares) they can DIE
• I love the smoke bombs
• Well let's assassinate Dante and Silvio
• IT'S WITH TIIIME!!!
• I did it :)
• Ahh "Military District", makes sense
• End of the sequence :)
• 10 years already? Without his father and brothers and without answers... Oh Ezio :( (already 27, wow - and he is still searching for Pitrucuos feathers ..)
• Leonardo :D
• They looks so cute walking together
• Ahhh finally he has answers (even if just a few)
• 29th Codex Page! Just one more :D
• All 66 viewpoints!! (Seriously compared to AC1 the map of AC2 is BIG - at least that's how it seems to me)
• But where is the last Codex Page? Does Borgia have it?
• The Apple! (It has the same shell as in AC1)
• Uncle Mario? Hello? Nice to see you here?
• Why is it always with TIME?! :O
• Ezio in the clothes/armor of an enemy. Weird to see
• Even if other people knock against you, it's YOUR fault .. of course...
• Oh god, there he is o_o
• DAMN HE'S STRONG
• Uncle Mario :D and the others? Hello?
• "Look how good he fights" "You have improved since the last time, nipote" NO I HAVE NOT, I'M ALMOST DEAD, HELP
• "Your brothers didn't need to die, I just did it to make a point" - oh you are so definitely going to regret saying that
• Well Ezio being the Prophet would make more sense then the Spaniard
• Hello Machiavelli
• You're telling me he spent 10 years of his life being an Assassin AND HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT?! WHY THE HELL WOULD THE OTHERS LET HIM WANDER AROUND AND KILL THOSE PEOPLE AND NOT TELL HIM?!
• Oh Ezio we are Assassins. You are one too by the way. Meet us here at sunset. Bye :)
• ....
• Okay I got goosebumps during the ceremony, not gonna lie (I'm still mad at them tho)
• (It looked funny how they all jumped XD)
• THE APPLE OF EDEN!!!
• AN AN VENETIAN CAPE :D
• End of sequence 11 (how many are there?)
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So apparently you have to buy/download sequence 12/13 (which I sadly can't do, so I guess it has to be enough to watch them on YouTube)
(I really liked them ^^ also I LOVE Catarina XD And it was a nice idea to end everything in Florence. There Ezio lived in innocence for the first years of his life, then he lost his family and live there and now he is back, older and wiser, and ready to leave everything behind)
But let's continue with the last sequence :)
• Desmond :D
• Anndd bye Desmond ...
• He is POPE?! :O
• all Codex Pages!! :D
• LEONARDO IN THE VILLA
• Ezio has a beard omg *-*
• But why exactly is the Papal Staff the second Piece of Eden?
• Let's go to Roma :D
• Let's finish everything...
• I don't know what happend - I went through the place like a real Assassin. So stealthy the guards didn't know that I was comming until they had my Hidden Blade in their necks ...
• (I think it's the beard)
• So, let's kill the Pope
• AHH HE KILLED THEM ALL JUST LIKE THAT
• MULTIPLE EZIOS!!!
• okay, the fastest way to kill Borgia is to just use the throwing knives
• Did he make himself invisible? o.O
• OHH OH GOD, OH NO, OH F*CK
• EZIO! :O
• he's alright :)
• Okay, let's do it for real this time ...
• He let him live?
• Wow he is all grown up :')
• Let's see what all this was for
• WHY IS SHE LOOKING AT ME?!
• "You did your part" THEN GIVE HIM ANSWERS, YOU WEIRD GOD-LADY
• also "you anchor him"... okay?
• "The rest is up to you, Desmond" HUH?!!!
• :O
• Ezio has more questions now then before!!! Come back lady!
• "What.The.F*ck" same Demsomd, same
• Let me tell you, I got goosebumps
• THAT WAS IT?!
• Oh wait, no it wasn't
• WARREN >:(
• Bye bye, we'll see each other again ...
• Soo we're all gonna die, because the sun will cook us. That's nice to know :')
• AND THE MUSIC AGAIN!!!
END OF ASSASSINS CREED 2
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My God, that was perfect. I absolutely loved it!
I loved the story, the people and the landscapes/cities.
While we started AC1 in an random place/time, AC2 started with Ezio's birth and ended with him (after years and years) getting his revenge for the loss of his father and brothers. We have been longer with Ezio (we basically saw him grow up) and I really like him.
While AC1 was rather simple, AC2 had a lot more of activities to do, which just blew my mind. I greatly enjoyed building up Monteriggioni, getting the Seals for Altaïr's Amour (which is amazing and I'll wear it forever) and exploring the landscapes (because of the treasure chests and feathers you can find).
Also really love the fast travel options (again) and LOVED the flying mission.
The new (and many more) weapons and Hidden Blade techniques are awesome (like I said earlier, I absolutely LOVE the smoke bombs).
Furthermore, I love the whole information we get. Like I said in the beginning, in AC1 we were pretty much without any useful information the whole time. Yes we knew which time it was and where, but other then that, nothing. Now though, we have information about everything. The doctors, the courtesans, the blacksmiths, the people and buildings and I love it!
(Also I'm happy that firstly, we got more Desmond time and secondly, we got to see Altaïr again ^^)
All in all, I absolutely loved Assassin's Creed 2 and I'm excited to play Brotherhood!
#ac2#assassins creed 2#assassin's creed#ezio auditore da firenze#ezio auditore#leonardo da vinci#ezioleo#my thoughts :)
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(Peter One, Two, AND Three whump!)
Luck. That was all Peter One had left. He was sitting, kidnapped, in a helicopter between Bad Guy One and Bad Guy Two while Bad Guy Three steered them over the Hudson River through the night sky. They hit some turbulence and when the helicopter bounced, the door on One’s left slid open. Luck. Peter summoned what strength he had left and launched his bruised body. Even though his ankles were shackled tight and his wrists were bound behind his back, he managed to aim true and dove right out the door.
The Hudson River was more ice than liquid, but Peter One miraculously bellyflopped into the water. The impact and cold almost knocked him out. Dazed, blind, lost, he sank. Whatever the bad guys had bound his wrists and ankles with was strong - too strong. Peter couldn’t break free. So he swam - mermaid style, core engaged and coordinated legs flapping - toward the moonlight. He was nearly there. He was out of air but he was so close. Just a few more feet…
He head-butted a thick sheet of ice and this time, when he sank, he was unconscious.
Above him, the two other spider men - who’d lassoed the helicopter with their webs and were in the middle of climbing up to it when Peter One jumped - swung from their webs and let go. They fell like synchronized divers, barely causing a splash when they hit the water. When Peter Two emerged, he was empty-handed. When Peter Three emerged half a minute later, he had One with him. Peter Two hustled over to his brothers, dodging sheets of ice as he swam. He got to Three just as he Heimlich-ed One, who expelled the water in his lungs and gasped, but didn’t wake up. Blood leaked from a slice across the crown of his head. Peter Two wrapped his arm around One and, together, he and Three kicked toward the nearest shore. The closer they got, the slower they swam as the winter cold stiffened their bodies.
Behind them, the helicopter turned around and spotlights lit up the scene, highlighting the sparkling ice and the thick woods along the shore. The three Peter Parker’s were still 30 yards from land. Goosebumps unrelated to the cold made Two and Three shiver, and they looked at one another with wide eyes. They took deep breaths and dove underwater, pulling One down with them, less than a second before the spotlight would’ve landed on their red suits. Kicking, arms flapping, they made their way toward shallow water.
That was when the bad guys in the helicopter got impatient and fired a rocket. Fire and water erupted, sending shards of ice flying. Satisfied that no one could survive that, the bad guys flew off.
Peter Three lost all sense of time, all sense of place, all sense of sense. One moment he was in the water and the next, his body was launched into the air. Peter One was no longer in his arms and Peter Two disappeared in a swirl of fire. Then he saw nothing, heard nothing, didn’t even feel it when he landed on the rocky, grassy shoreline. How long did he lie there, dazed, ears ringing, semi-conscious, skin blistering, lost? He didn’t know. Time passed, but he had no idea how much. Peter Three drifted…
It was actually kind of nice - the drifting. He was carefree in that realm - no grief about Gwen, no anxiety about his role as a superhero, no fear for his brothers—
His BROTHERS!
“Peter!” Three screamed into the dirt, both of his brother’s faces in his head. He blinked away the sparkly darkness in his vision and - gasping, groaning, wincing - he got up on his knees. The mute trees on his right and the angry water on his left warped, Dr. Seuss-like. Three told himself to look for red. Red, red, red. Just find red. His eyes finally spotted the color - maybe 20 yards away. Three shook his head like a wet dog and looked again.
Peter Two was crawling out of the water with a limp Peter One in his arms. He walked forward on his elbows a foot or two, then reached back and pulled One forward, then pushed him ahead, and crawled once more. Once everything but his own feet was clear of the river, he ripped the shackles off of One’s ankles and the other pair around One’s wrists. Then he rolled One onto his back and, swaying a bit, started CPR.
Peter Three stood, fell over, stood again, fell over a second time, then finally got his bearings and rushed over. He collapsed to his knees beside One’s body and took over the compressions when Two slowed down. Peter Two leaned on his left arm and began to cough - wet and heavy. When his breaths finally calmed down he looked up at Three with a neutral expression. There was no emotion in his face, just fire in his eyes. He didn’t blink.
“Tell me you’re ok!” Peter Three shouted over the ringing in his ears.
Two’s face scrunched up in pain and he put both hands over his ears. Blood started dripping from his singed nose. Between them, One’s body suddenly spasmed. His eyes burst open and he began to cough. Peter Three pushed him over onto his side, and One hacked for a whole five minutes, face pressed against Two’s knee. Peter Three patted him on the back, encouraging, while Two rubbed his shaking shoulder. Once he settled down, Peter One wrapped one arm around Two’s leg, hugging him, and reached out with the other to Three, who grasped his hand.
“You smell like a chimney,” Peter One muttered against Two’s knee. Peter Two smiled and quietly combed One’s hair with bloody, trembling fingers. Beside the three brothers, a half dozen trees burned like candle. The river still churned, but it was settling down. The beginnings of Dawn winked at them from the east.
“Hey.” Peter Three reached over One and grasped Two by the little fabric that remained on his right shoulder. At least a third of Two’s suit was burned away. Peter One was in the same shape, and Three figured he didn’t look any better. “Are you all right?”
Peter Two nodded. His face looked pale and there was soot on his cheeks like blush. The right side of his neck was burnt, and so was most of his arm. His legs had fared no better. Peter Two gestured at Three, silently asking the same question. Peter Three looked down at his own body for the first time, and he was astounded by how much pain he wasn’t in. Everything was red - either because of his suit, because of burns, or because of blood. “Hmm,” he hummed. He touched his hair and found it all. He chuckled, relieved. But while he was feeling around, he found blood leaking from both ears.
“You smell like burnt hair, too,” Peter One whispered. With the others’ help, he slowly sat up and crossed his legs under him. Sitting, slumped over, he massaged his breastbone and took deep, steadying breaths. “And you,” he said to Three, “smell like fish!”
Peters Three and Two grinned. Three laughed out loud, and Two’s body shook with mute amusement. Peter Three’s laughter stopped instantly when he realized something. His hand returned to Two’s shoulder. “Hey,” he soothed, “are you sure you’re ok? You haven’t said a word.”
Apologetic sadness replaced the ferocity in Two’s eyes. “Peter…?” said Three, voice pitched high, throat tight. Suddenly, Two twisted left, away from the others, and vomited a quarter gallon of blood. He swayed and started to collapse, and would’ve fallen right into the mess if One hadn’t grabbed him and pulled him back. Peter Three slid his arms under Two’s armpits and situated him so that he sat between his brothers. But when he let go, Two started to collapse. Peter Three caught and pulled him against his burned chest while One put a hand against his back.
Peter Three didn’t have the strength for a fake smile or fake cheerfulness. He was usually so good at that - pretending. But he was physically hurt - vulnerable, fragile - and terror took over. All three men were surprised when his eyes filled with tears. “Hang on,” he whispered, voice breaking, “We’ve got you. Hang on, p-please.”
Peter Two nodded. He clenched his brothers’ hands like they were lifeboat rails. Blood leaked from between his white lips. Three leaned forward and gently bumped his forehead against Two’s - the brothers’ version of a platonic kiss.
“Hang on…”
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Last Monday of the Week 2023-03-06
Gamers only play competitive first person shooters when they're extremely distressed
Listening: It was BandCamp Friday this week, so new music! Already posted my album list here so I won't dump it again
For a single song, here's Machine by Dangerfields
Watching: this bizzare 3D anime a media archival guy on YouTube has. I watched it on my phone in stereoscopic crosseyevision which worked surprisingly well but I did have to take a few breaks. The original format used the interlaced lines of SDTV to display left and right, synchronized by active-shutter glasses.
It's about some journalists following up on a terrorist plot or something, there's a lot going on, one of them is a. Robot? Maybe? It's a bit hard to keep on top of the subtitles because they are not in 3D so they appear twice below the image when you're cross-eyed, I think I still have like 10 minutes to go. Fun exercise. It was uploaded in a 3D format so you can just watch it normally or use a VR headset to view it. I lost my Google cardboard thing, so.
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Reading: Re-read 17776 and 20020, it's been a moment. 20020 is incredible, 17776 was already good but it had to spend so long setting the scene that it couldn't do as much storytelling. Unbidden my comparison to this came as "Avatar S2 Vs S3"
Man I hope 20021 gets out soon. Great how it can get you so deeply invested in this multi-millennium fake football game. The introduction of the Illinois Chess bit to show that everyone has gone equally crazy about their interests over the past 18000 years is a nice touch.
Playing: Knocking out a couple matches of Valorant swiftplay most nights after the power comes back. The first to 5 is so much faster than first to 13, makes it possible for someone like me to actually enjoy the game when I don't have friends to banter with so I can level up at an acceptable speed. Trying to get Neon because nyoom.
Between everyone having power outages at different times it's nearly impossible to arrange proper matches with my friends, which sucks. I recently found out that they changed how aim rollback works to basically exclude my entire region from rollback netcode so I guess I have to start leading my shots.
Making: Quilt continues apace, now with actual quilting and not just patchwork. This is most of what I'm doing between finishing work and like, seven in the evening these days.
My cousin bought a very fast new car a few days ago and I spent the afternoon photographing it on a rooftop parking lot the other day. Haven't had a chance to go through and do full processing but here's a couple sample images.
Tools and Equipment: Had to spend an hour scouring the house looking for my parents passports so here's a pitch for getting a waterproof bag and keeping all your important personal documents in it and putting that in your bug out pack and putting that in the same place all the time. This avoids many issues.
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星期三！星期三会是什么体验，很好奇，蛮期待！
I have never been to a concert before! I thought I would never attend one in my life either. So this is gonna be the first! And there's a high chance that this is gonna be the last too!
And it's Coldplay!
There were lotsa reasons I never attended a concert:
We were just not financially capable.
The people I really wanted to hear performing are all dead! Frank Sinatra or 周璇 or 张露 or 白光 (okay, fine, 七大歌星那几条鸟啦）or the Andrew Sisters or Ella Fitzgerald etc? All dead! Having the chance to sing 天涯歌女 and 夜上海 along with 周璇 would have been nice, though.
Concerts are loud! And—
There are so many sounds! These are quite the tall orders for my ears to tolerate. They can hurt. But even if they are tolerable (as in, manage to be not-too-loud), the sheer number of ambient sounds can be quite overwhelming. I can't focus; I can't pay attention. You can argue that no one needs to be attentive to every single sound, and you'll be right. But I just... Uh... ...
A concert is a thing where you either feel like you've never belonged anywhere more than this moment... or feel painstakingly aware of being alone.
See, if you manage to become part of the crowd—like singing the songs together with everyone, having your heartbeat and breathing synchronized... They say it almost feels spiritual. A sort of unity. But we have no idea what that feels like. I think our faculties are missing the fundamental mechanism required, so no matter how hard we try to talk to people and socialize, at the end of the day, we can never be a part of anything. We're merely tangible ghosts, stuck on not knowing what it means to belong to these humans.
And that's a thing about crowds, innit? If you can't connect, you'll feel pretty lonely. Just because loneliness is an inevitable regularity for someone who can't connect to other people doesn't mean they will truly become accustomed to it. This means concerts, being a crowd activity, have the potential to exacerbate this situation...
IT'S COLDPLAY THOUGH?
They don't come to this everyone-skips-us-for-Singapore-and-Bangkok destination all the time! And this is quite possibly the only item on "The Lyi and Lyn's Joint Bucket List" that could ever be checked!
We made so many supposed promises and until now, goddamn none of this stuff came real. But this one item is actually within reach. I mean, the ticket we were getting was nearly 500 bucks. Made my teeth hurt from gritting but goddamn, it's within reach!
Also, Lyi may be my besto furrendo, but we don't share a lot of taste in music. I can tolerate her ATEEZ and assorted Korean stuff and she can tolerate my "Only World War II ghosts listen to this" shit, but genuine intersections in our taste are rare. That makes Coldplay even more important. Kinda happy my JJK agenda manages to create another intersection though!
She's been to so many concerts already, with all kinds of friends, but there was never one between us. I suppose there is no hardcoded "right or wrong" to the way "best friends" work, but denying your pal a milestone memory to commemorate the sheer durability of this friendship even though you can afford to create this memory? Bit of an ass, innit?
No relationships are unconditional. There are always conditions, whether people are cognizant of them or not. Didn't we already realize that a long time ago? Nourishing a relationship through forging happy memories is but one such condition.
Besides, everything is impermanent, innit? 500 bucks is impermanent. Any discomfort a concert might bring to me is impermanent. Any pleasure a concert might bring to me is impermanent. Coldplay as a band is impermanent. Our friendship is impermanent.
In the face of impermanence, what do I really want to be attentive to? The fear of painstaking loneliness in a large crowd experiencing union while you're painfully aware of being disconnected—
or the joy of experiencing a few exciting hours of life with a friend, while enjoying the sight of people, in general, having a great time?
That's not all. I'm excited just thinking about all sorts of stuff I'd get to observe about people! This is a new frontier. New setting. Wouldn't it be fun?!
I bet they are gonna sing their latest songs from the Music of the Spheres album (which I have no idea what those would be; didn't Past Us stop following their album drops after Mylo Xyloto because we just... aren't that ardent about artists? Even the ones we like). Oh, and the classic ones too, like Viva la Vida. And Clock, right?! I don't mind not getting to hear Strawberry Swing and Life in Technicolor II if Clock is on the list. Strawberry Swing is our comfort song, and he claimed to have no favorite beyond this. But I know you're lying! I know you always sing that one line from Clock. You know, "Am I part of the cure, or am I part of the disease?" I can hear you, dude. Even with the song in my ears!
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Even before the concert, I'd already planned to visit That Mall. The one with that aesthetic bookstore of Japanese import, yet isn't Kinokuniya. I'm gonna spend hours there, I think! I hope I can find all 8 volumes of the Pluto manga. And then I hope the price isn't so high that I can't buy them all, and can only choose one. Because for sure it's the one with Atom on the cover. Hey, limit a person's choice, and this happens.
I wonder what other things should we check out?
I CAN'T WAIT TO THEN WALK FROM THE MALL TO THE STADIUM! YES, A LOVELY WALK! We'll pass by the area's really large park! TYhe route from the mall to the stadium is only 3km long though. It's so short. But still, it's great!
Oh. Is it normal to stay a bit and help clean the place up once the concert is over? Are there any hidden rules about concerts? I should probably ask someone who's been to plenty of concerts. Like Lyi. Or maybe Nova!
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