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quodekash · 8 months

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CONTINUING EPISODE 5

sorry bro, she's into women

which is totally fair, have you SEEN women????

she's AGGRESSIVELY trying to communicate her love of women with him

HES SO JEALOUS THIS IS HILARIOUS

(its reminding me of sound getting really angry when pat suggests that tiw might like win)

(I PHYSICALLY CANNOT STOP TALKING ABOUT THE SATANG AND PERTH SIBLINGS AGENDA, IM SORRY (im not sorry))

IT'S SO CUTE OH MY GOSH

I LOVE

LMAO

NICE ONE

OML

IM WHEEZING

I THINK HE DREW HIM AS HANDSOME SQUIDWARD

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING IVE EVER SEEN

IM DYING

THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY

OML ITS 1 IN THE MORNING I NEED TO BE QUIET AND NOT WAKE EVERYONE UP BUT IM LAUGHING SO HARD

it's been over three minutes straight of me just laughing at this

im losing my mind

EVERY TIME I THINK IVE CALMED DOWN, I OPEN UP THE YOUTUBE TAB AGAIN, AND THEN IT BRINGS ANOTHER BURST OF LAUGHTER

I quite literally laughed about the handsome squidward drawing for nearly 5 whole minutes

OH MY GOODNESS

AND HE GETS A BASKETBALL THROWN AT HIM????

ARE WE ABOUT TO GET GUYNAWA CONTENT AS WELL???

WHEN I THOUGHT THIS EPISODE COULDNT GET ANY BETTER OMG

THEY ARE FLIRTING

TAKE NOTES, GUYS, THIS IS FLIRTING

i... have never been flirted with before. nor have I ever flirted with someone before. (at least to my knowledge)

BUT THEYRE FLIRTING GUYS THYERE FLIRTING

oh you wanna make out with him so bad

THEYRE FLIRTING SO HARD

THEYRE JUST TRYNA GET EACH OTHER'S ATTENTION

JUST MAKE OUT GUYS, ITLL BE A MORE PRODUCTIVE USE OF YOUR TIME

PO4ENKWGOPILVJWENJKGSVOJW3E4HIBSJGJPOINVOP4JWEOPINSGD

THEY SHOOK HANDS

THEIR HANDS ARE HOLDING EACH OTHER

ALSO: THEY HAVE TO BE NICE TO EACH OTHER FOR AT LEAST A WHILE

AND THEN THEYRE GONNA GET USED TO BEING NICE TO EACH OTHER WITH THE FRIENDLY BANTER THROWN IN THERE FOR SPICE

AND THEN THEYRE GONNA MAKE OUT OR SMTH

WOAH

W O A H

WOAH BUDDY

I COULD FEEL THE SEXUAL TENSION OF THAT THROUGH THE SCREEN

they just need to slap their bodies against each other (clothes optional)

THE HEAD TILT

HES SO ATTENTIVE

LOOK AT THE LONGING LOVING STARE

I have no idea who this is.

but I am very much in love with her

the amount that he cares about him is literally insane and its making me insane

THE LOCKS

OH MY GOODNESS

aw nooo sailom is sad bc he knows kang likes pimfah :(

WHAT DOES HE NEED TO DO

IS HE GONNA PUT UP HIS OWN LOCK???

IS HE GONNA PUT UP HIS OWN LOCK AND ITLL BE LIKE LOCKED WITH SAILOMS OR SMTH?????

OMG OR MAYBE

MAYBE HE'S GONNA TRIP OVER IN THE ENGINEERING SQUARE THINGY

oh :(

but the sad piano music is playing and its showing sailom's face

im wanting to think that sailom's gonna turn around bc he's sad, and as soon as he starts walking away, kang's gonna suddenly have a realisation and he'll change his mind and he'll put the lock with sailom's, but im definitely delusional

what.

hang on

im so confused right now

she... likes sailom?

what?????

I-

what????

I wasn't expecting a love triangle like this???

IM LITERALLY SO CONFUSED WHAT IS GOING ON

GIVE ME ANSWERS BITCH

dude.

DUDE.

D U D E

THE WAY THAT YOU'RE LOOKING AT HIM RN??????

ITS MAKING ME EVEN MORE CONFUSED

D U D E

YOU'RE FOCUSSING SO MUCH ON HIS LIPS THERE HAD TO BE A ZOOM IN SHOT

THERE IS NO HETERO EXPLANATION

I WAS SO SURE KANG WOULD REALISE HIS FEELINGS TODAY BUT ITS JUST GOTTEN SO BLINDINGLY OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE EXCEPT HIM

O K A Y

OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY

OKAY

ITS ALL GOOD

THANK GOODNESS

SO HE'S GONNA *PROPERLY* REALISE HIS FEELINGS NEXT WEEK AND HES GONNA DANCE AROUND TELLING HIM FOR THE ENTIRE EPISODE AND THEN THEYRE GONNA KISS AT THE END GJREKDBG I CANT WAIT

im so proud of myself for being right about that. I predicted that they're gonna kiss next week. im so freaking awesome

in other news: I am not okay

IN OTHER OTHER NEWS: IT'S ONLY 1:45AM TODAY AND IVE ALREADY FINISHED, IM DOING BETTER THAN I DID LAST WEEK

goodnight folks, and keep breathing drts

peace out ✌️

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tatyanafederovna · 2 months

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mild disclaimer im trying my simpy best to be normal. skip to the second-last paragraph if you dont wanna read my rambling asdsgfd-

hi i just wanna say i spent like. 4 hours trying to figure out ireena / taty's skin color and like. she's having the same problem as me irl with finding exact skin tone on charts- help. also ireena having brown skin is doing wonders for my simping. as a brownie myself, seeing art or merch of her with her brown skin just. oo -chefs kiss- ty artists i love you!! anyways simping aside-

what would her skin color be closest to? Umber? Carob? Sienna? Copper? Bronze?

her skin feels like a mix between cool brown and warm tan skin palette, and the VRGtR art makes her look closer to the warmer-leaning palettes.

her lips seem really melanted (oo!! just like mi-), unless it's makeup. but her entire collection of art (majority) just seem average out to a reddish warm brown in general. i was trying to compare her old art with her newer art as a reference point, and they all seem to have this 'warm autumn/spring' hair/skin theme. kind of makes sense for who she is, but she also lives in a place where she probably cant get a better tan so it's annoying to try to figure it out. im bad with skin tone labels cuz theyre so limited. let alone how skintones irl can change by season/stress/conditions/etc, but i just want a reference point to help with artsies!

either way, i found a neat chart that i think is used for foundation/makeup on skin, but seems to be in ireena's shade/temp range?

also no pressure to answer, i just wanna talk about it in general. what do other artists choose for her? cool, neutral, warm? i personally pick a warm brown for reasons above. hehe- 🧡🧡

also ty for talking about ireena's skintone in general! im in huge denial of her skin tone being brownie just like simpy mine because it feels too good to be true. but anyways ill be normal about having a similar tone to ireena i swear 🙏🏽 njksandsa-

HI HELLO!

i'm not an artist, so i don't have as much insight as i'd like, but it doesn't seem like wotc has a clear style guide for the character since there are some variations between her cos art / vrgtr art and the miniature. HOWEVER, because i'm white, i don't think i can say how to interpret her skintone. @strahdapologist / @strahdvonzarovich can possibly give more insight because i would feel more comfortable leaving that question to people of colour. in spite of that, artists (especially white artists) should still be aware and respect that she is depicted as a person of colour and should strive to draw her as such.

don't apologise for rambling though, sorry i don't have more to add! other than that i think fans should make more of an effort to properly draw poc.

#ask #syrips

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intervoids · 7 months

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i need two trannies eifel towering me, one to slap my face and rock my mouth in between taking it out and slapping my face, and really not holding back while the other one is just going to fucking work on my ass and neither of them care how hard the others thrusting or how violently theyre slammimge between them, its so rough they really are just using me, and she spits on your facs again as you struggle look up as she locks her cock deep in your throat and the girl behind you is still going harder and harder and the dick in your throat is still going going deeper and back out with her pounding you ass and forcing your neck to push up slightly with every thrust, your throat is rough and her hand is like steel gripping the back of your head and you start choking and gasping for air as she dumps her load down your sore and beaten throat, but youre really stuggling and you cant tell if youre suffocating on her dick or choking on her cum but her hand still wont budge and her dick is still being rattled around in your throat and your whimpers become more audible and they start to sound more pathetic and you head keeps getting lighter and the panic getting stronger and i think i hear her laughing but

and youre on the floor lifting your face out of a puddls of spit and cum, gasping for air and choking and coughing as the woman who just abused your throat is clearly still giggling every time you collapse to the floor trying to catch your breath and the other one that was trying to fuck the life out of you steps up, you back away until you feel the wall behind you, your head pressed against the wall as your stomach drops and she runs her cock along your burning red cheeks, she tells you its her turn but youre still panting as she gently lifts you chin and tells you to kiss it. youre still stunned, like a cornered animal, and you kiss the head of her dick still rock hard and slick with lube and before you can form any thoughts she strikes you hard across the face, wY harder than the other girl did and youre kind of dizzy but the back of your head is pressed hard againsy the wall and shes standing over you, her cock looking down threateningly at you as you begin to slowly part your lips and she runs her fingers through your hair as she slowly pushes the entire length down throat and asks if youll be a good girl for her, you have the biggest cock filling your throat but she pulls it back out and draws you up by your chin gentle and graceful and looks at you and suddenly delivers a swift kick to your balls and you curl over she picks you up and does it again and again until you dont fall over, she doesnt tell you thats what she wants, but it was after all. she lifts your chin up again and makes you look into her eyes, maybe she just wants to see im still afraid, and she asks again and this time i go to answer after stuttering but as soon as my lips part she presses it against my lips and my jaw goes slack as i look into her eyes and manage to whimper out a pathetic yes, sound barely escaping around her cock and its so big but shes not just using your throat like other girl did, shes staring at you as she slides it in and out of my mouth, stroking my cheek with her thumb, i break eye contact and my head is jolted by her slap sending me to the ground, she walks over and leads me back up with a firm grip around my cheeks and she tells me she wont punish me this time but if i break eye contact while shes using my throat again shell have to give me a punishment, too nervous to even think, i settle back on my knees as she caresses my cheek and guides my mouth back to serving her. she looks away moaning and enjoying my throat but shes staring back at me now and gripping my head tight and shes bringing it deep in my throat but im keeping my eyes on hers even as a flood of cum pours down your throat and down your chin. she stared into your eyes as you started to choke and struggle and make your futile little whimpers. you looked into her eyes as she reached ecstacy inside your throat. when she pulled her cock out you felt like you had become a lot more submissive than you were before and she pets your head as you rest it on her thighs and the other girl tells you she wants to make you cum and she reaches her fingers inside you ass and starts massaging your prostate, eventually youre drooling all over her thighs and you cum into the sheets a quivering mess, they keep petting you as you come down and then they make you lap up your cum

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assuagerelationship · 4 years

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hehehheehe

#junedove #pepsicola #hammertime #johndave #davejohn #homestuck #genderbent #genderbend #genderbent homestuck #look theyre kissing i just cant draw lips #flipaclip #flipaclipart

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antiloreolympus · 2 years

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. lo hades def looks like he's into crypto, you know what I mean? especially bc you cant be taxed on it, the richer the better!

2. This isnt even just LO but why do so many of the romance comics have such a desire to sexualize barly legal young women who are of COURSE naive virgins (but also super sexy and horny and know how to flirt out of the blue!) and try and make us root for them to get into relationships with their Christian Grey knock-off bosses?? like Let's Play (spoilers I guess) thought it'd be funny to have the MC be in physical PAIN after having sex, like why are you showing your teen audience this???

3. Nah I feel the same way as other anon. LO is way too confused on whether it's a light hearted YA story or a serious drama for Mature™️ readers. Like the SA and (one) therapy session was more or less handled perfectly fine, but everything from the AOW to the Trial is either incredible goofy or tries way too hard to be "serious" with RS and her team both not putting the writing nor art skill into it to hold any weight. It just comes across as melodramatic and try-hard over genuine and well planned

4. There's so many "quirks" in LO's art that are bad but WHY is it a thing where when a character is just standing there their arms and legs are just glued to the side of their bodies like🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️🧍? that's not how even soliders at attention stand, there's still bones and muscles to account for but they end up with that end product? I just do not get how her and her team have probably 50+ years of art education and practice between them and yet they fail on such basic concepts every time.

5. I for one think that the differences between how characters slapping each other is depicted as either good or bad depending on who’s doing the slapping isn't hypocritical of RS: Hecate slaps Hades because she thinks he’s being predatory towards Persephone, this is a well-intentioned slap. Minthe’s slap on the other hand, is not justifiable because she was in the wrong in the context of that conflict: you don’t get to just stand your boyfriend up and hit him when he’s hurt by it.

6. it's just funny WT itself has a posting rule that your comic "cant show topics like incest or grooming" as if thats not the majority of the romance genre itself. yall ever read eggnoid? cmon now.

7. punderworld made a myth rec list and go figure some lo fans were in the comments saying "LO was all [they] needed" and its like how would you even know this episode happened unless you were subbed to punderworld, therefore proving they keep up with other myth comics? also the creator got upset at the lo fans being mad she didnt also rec LO as if its not the most advertised series on that whole site and she was promoting smaller creators. LO fans are so entitled even to other creators it's crazy.

8. I think the issue with the “let people like things” argument (and the fans do this so much) is that I’m All for that, I and every other critic isnt saying you can’t like, hell there’s parts of it I do like and wish there was more of! But if you go “just let people enjoy things!!” when it comes to legitimate criticism (ie misogyny, racism, classism, mishandling of trauma and assault to push a romance along, etc) you don’t care about others opinions, you just want them to like YOUR thing.

9. we already know rachel is a weeb but it's most obvious when it's a kissing scene because she does NOT draw lips but all of a sudden they get huge and glossy when theyre about to smooch but nothing else about the face adjusts with it and it's like what the hell is that 😭

10. i honestly dont blame lo fans for buying books of it even if the quality of it degrades rapidly after vol 1, once it ends (maybe in five years at this rate) webtoons will right away put it on daily pass which is notoriously a bad venue for rereads/new readers who missed when it was originally published and given how rachel has no sense of less is more, itll cost hundreds of dollars just to read the current 190+ episodes, much the many more shell milk out of it. might as well avoid that now 😵‍💫

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus critical

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goldengoddess · 3 years

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hi could you do soulmate!au headcanons where nikolai and the reader meet for the first time also can nikolai proceed to constantly send her flirty notes when theyre in public cos reader gets embarassed and flustered cos ppl around them can see!

nikolai lantsov soulmate!au ♡

a/n: okay tbh i did not proof read this and i wrote it in one sitting oops! but soulmate nikolai <333 what a cheese ball anyways hope u like this love

warnings: couple of suggestive comments bc this is me writing a nikolai fic u know how it is

nikolai was not an artist

a worthy and versatile king capable of creating beautiful inventions, yes

a man with any artistic ability, no

as hard as he tried, he couldn’t accurately express his inventions in art form

that’s why he had you

he’d found you one day sitting on the floor in the halls of the little palace, sketching in your notebook

when he saw your sheer talent he was blown away

and immediately he knew he needed you

“how would you like a job?” he’d asked you, not even bothering to say hello

and from there a mutual work friendship was born

the two of you would sit in his workshop or room for hours

nikolai would wave his hands around in excitement explaining an idea to you

and you would attempt to keep up and draw the idea in your sketch pad

it was inevitable that the two of you became close

and nikolai developed a tiny not so tiny crush on you

how could he not? you were beautiful, you kept up with his quick wit mind, and you brought his ideas into reality

he held a little hope that you were his soulmate

but he’d never seen any drawing appear on his own body or on any visible part of yours

until one day he saw a quick scribble appear on his arm that said ‘go talk to nikolai at noon!!!’

his heart had practically burst out of his chest from excitement

unorganized as he was, he couldn’t remember who he might be meeting with at noon

so he patiently and anxiously waited in his room for the clock to strike 12

two minutes after, you walked in the room

his jaw immediately dropped and he glanced to your own arm and saw your familiar handwriting

he should have known

“hey nikolai i have some new sketches to-oh!”

to your absolute surprise, the king wasted no time grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours

from there, things were even better for the two of you than before

your bond was more than just the universes making, the two of you got alone beautifully

nikolai was blessed to have someone with your level of talent as his soulmate

for his own amusement, you’d sometimes draw your sketches on your body

a beautiful boat of contraption on your thigh

sometimes even the outline of nikolai’s own face on your wrist

a lot of the time you tried to draw his eyes, though you could never capture their sincere beauty

nikolai loved it, like his own unique tattoos on his body designed by his favorite person

even though they disappeared hours later

he’d always compliment you on them

“oh darling! i loved the little tree you draw on your ankle earlier it gave me this idea, what if we-”

nikolai didn’t hold your same talent in the arts but he did possess absolute mastery in the art of flirtation

and boy did this man know how to make you blush

leave you cute little notes on your arm when he knew you were meeting with important people

“knock them dead my love”

“you’re the smartest one in the room, show them what you always show me”

“you’re so fucking talented”

“come find me when you’re done”

sometimes suggestive comments too

“i bet you look so pretty right now, sharing your beautiful drawings to all those important people”

“you can tell me all about it tonight before i kiss you absolutely senseless”

“cant wait to have you in my bed today, finish quickly”

and you knew he did it on purpose

ofc he did this was the nikolai lantsov, cheeky prince turned king of ravka

he knew that it made you blush

totally abusing your connection as soulmates

but he appreciated the way you’d storm into his room after your meetings, all red in the face and flustered, fake angry at him

“nikolai lantsov i’m going to kill you”

“come give me a kiss first darling, then you can do what you want with me”

the world knew what it was doing when it made nikolai lantsov your soulmate

#june’s blurbs <3 #nikolai lanstov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai duology #nikolai x zoya #nikolai x reader #shadow and bone #six of crows #grishaverse #kaz brekker #six of crows imagine #grisha #leigh bardugo #shadow and bone imagine #soc #s&b

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graceedcoup · 3 years

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So like I was thinking about like... Lilith. Because there's so much to think abt. But like.. the game does complicated shit all the time and I just had this thought come to me of there being a way to open up a channel for a short period of time to give the brothers a chance to say goodbye to her. Maybe MC and Solomon shenanigans idk.

But the catch is they can only do it once, and only one person can be pulled into the medium to speak to her. Most of the brothers start this, kind of bitter, highly emotional arguing over who gets to do it. Belphie, Beel and Lucifer seem like they all have a very good case, but the rest of the brothers don't think thats fair anyway.

It makes everyone high strung as fuck. And Solomon makes the suggestion to let her decide. Hell draw the circle and call her forward, and she can pick who'll she'll escort into the medium to speak with. They all reluctantly agree if not just to stop fighting and the sorcerer sets a time and date.

When the time comes all seven brothers file in, let him and MC prepare the ceremony and watch with hope and baited breath as a shining soul comes into view. Beel is wound up like a coil, every muscle holding potential energy, to do what exactly? Hes not even sure, he can't even be sure hes breathing. Belphie has his eyes open wider than MC has ever seen and they can almost swear theyre sparkling. Asmo let's out a small gasp and Mammon immediately tries to dab his watering eyes as discreetly as he can before he sheds a tear.

Shes really just a blob here, she can't take a form in this plane of existence, but she shimmers and oscillates and glows just a bit brighter when she seems to realize who's around her. She floats slowly around a little bit, as if she's getting her bearings, or maybe taking her time choosing who to reach out to first.

To everyone's surprise she stops in front of Satan. He feels his blood run cold, although hides it behind a well practiced poker face. And then he's not in the room with the circle anymore.

He blinks harshly in an attempt to fight off the brightness of the light suddenly surrounding him and squints a little bit until he can focus on the source of it in front of him. He's alone with Lilith smiling just across from him and he straightens up to make eye contact before he finds... she looks exactly like him. Hes looking into the same green eyes, above the same shaped nose, framed by the same yellow-blonde hair, christ even the bangs fall the same way.. All in a moment he can feel himself start to get angry. No one told him? Of course there weren't cameras around when Lilith was still kicking, and portraits can rarley survive a war of that magnitude. But not one of his brothers could have thought to mention this to him? Were they afraid to? Did they think he didn't deserve to know?? Did they talk about him when he wasn't around? Did they compare him to her silently for millenia?

He feels his anger dissipate as quickly as it built up when he realizes this is not the time for this and relaxes the knit in his brow, taking a breath to greet his sister before she cuts him of with a giggle.

"Are you alright now? I was worried for a moment."

He can only manage to nod and she sighs in relief.

"Satan. I am so happy to finally meet you. Properly, I mean. I've always wanted to have a conversation with you"

"Always? You know about me?"

Her face softens

"I've been watching over my family for, well, almost your whole life. I missed a few years in the beginning there, I'm sorry about that, I was still on Earth. But right after that I watched you grow up," she reaches forward to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear "I am so proud of you. You are such a gentleman, you're so smart and you take care of our brothers. Heaven knows they need it."

He tries not to gape like a fish trying to decide what to say

"Thank you. For your kindness and thank you for watching over us. I cant say I havent wanted to meet you too. I just never thought of it as a possibility. Even when this idea was brought up I came along mostly to see what would happen"

Another smile, this time a bit coy "Just mostly? What was the rest of your motivation?"

The crease between his brows comes back and he takes a few extra moments before deciding he has nothing to lose by being truthful and looking back at her "I wanted to support my family in case something went wrong. And I dont like feeling left out. I wanted to be there when my brothers got closure."

Her smile cracks into a grin. "I wish I could have talked to you sooner, I want to hear all about you," she pauses and her lips press together a bit "I can feel our window closing soon. Will you pass on something for me?"

"Of course."

She steps forward and wraps her arms around him, hugging him tight. He takes a moment to reciprocate and she rests her chin on his shoulder. She doesn't need to stretch to do that, he notes, she stands exactly as tall as he does.

"Please tell them I love them. Tell them I'm watching over them, that I'm never too far away. Tell them they're all I think about. And that I think one day, hopefully eons from now, we'll all be in the same place again."

He nods into her hair. "I will.. I will, thank you"

She breaks away from holding him but keeps her hands on his shoulders. "And please tell my descendent that they need to brush their teeth twice a day. I see them skipping at night. Their dental health is important."

He chuckles and nods again. "I will."

She leans forward, boosts herself up on her toes and plants a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Give them that too. It was wonderful meeting you Satan. Its everything I ever hoped for. Keep taking care of them."

He barley has time to nod before he's blinking back awake in the much dimmer room. 8 pairs of eyes looking at him expectantly. He takes just a moment to get his bearings before standing up and walking right over to Lucifer, pulling him into the same tight hug she gave him before he has a chance to regret it. His older brother stops breathing.

"She wants you to have this. She says she loves you." He can feel himself start to get very overwhelmed and his breathing hiccups before he can compose himself enough to keep talking.

He lets him go and quickly strides out of the room to collect himself, vowing to himself that he'll make sure everyone gets the message in due time. He isn't a coward after all. He just needs some time alone to think for the night.

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me lilith #bambi.talk #i dont write fics #i have no idea if this is any good #i didnt mean for it to turn into a fic #it just kinda happened?#also i didnt how how tf to put this in there but #i hardcore headcanon satan looking deadass like lilith because angst yknow #like the reason is because when lucifer created satan #lilith was the last thing on his mind #her face and the thought of never seeing her again when it really finally hit him was at the front of his mind the moment satan was born

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babysizedfics · 4 years

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hihi im back with another ask i send a lot of these now huh. anyway!! what would they all dress up as for halloween/how do they celebrate halloween when vee and ro are little compared to when they are big? do nana janus and chaotic cousin remus also join in? im super excited 'cause its halloween now and also i remembered my second ask from last night so m gonna send that now! 🐝

bee anon i know its been literal weeks since you sent this but i have been thinking about it loads and rlly hope that its worth the wait!!

i think this might be my longest headcanon post yet!

Halloween headcanon for the family

the timeline of labd took place in summer of this year so this halloween is their first one as a little family! patton was eager to suggest to the others that they make it a family halloween party where both boys are little and they can have some more childish fun!

virgil is nervous about it, he really loves halloween but he is easily frightened by horror and jumpscares and its a lot worse when hes regressed. and even though he trusts his family a ton hes worried they'll accidentally put on a scary movie or have spooky decorations that will scare baby him, so he's worried he will ruin the party by being a crybaby

however patton and roman are both so so so excited about having a child friendly halloween party and logan has been researching family halloween activities that are toddler friendly and vee is also a bit excited despite his anxiety so they all agree to it !!

costumes:

originally they all wanted to have a family group costume theme!! but roman and vee's interests are so different when they're little

whatever roman suggested was either too scary or it was from a show that was too old for baby vee

and any of pattons suggestions that baby vee liked roman complained of them being too babyish or simple

so instead they decide each little will go as a matching costume with one of the CGs! so everyone gets to match with someone and the littles arent upset

Logan and Vee go as rilakkuma (big brown bear) and korilakkuma (littol white bear) respectively

their costumes are basically just onesies they got from online, just standard onesie but with bear tail and bear ears on the hood and the tummy patch!

As a surprise though roman sews vee a pair of matching mittens for his costume! theyre fluffy on the inside and theyre white and have pink toe beans sewed on!! so they're like paws! and roman made them detachable so vee can have them attached to the onesie but can also wear the mittens without it

SIDE NOTE: this concept post is about how vee loves the mittens so much he starts wearing them a lot of the time when he's lil!

Roman and Patton go as Kuzco and Pacha

roman makes both of their costumes from scratch!! even fake jewellery for kuzco!! he's REALLY proud of himself and so is everyone else!!

quick link to the posts for what their pumpkins look like and the shenanigans that ensued when they carved them!

During the set-up:

during the day patton and roman bake sugar cookies! and roman does a great job decorating them like pumpkins and black cats! theyre really cute baby friendly designs

meanwhile logan and baby vee decorate the house! logan sticks up paper pumpkin faces and bats while vee sits on the floor in a little play area rattling his giraffe rattle and logan is like talking to him "where should i put this pumpkin sweetheart?" and vee just babbles cluelessly and sucks the ear of the giraffe and logan is like "what a marvellous idea" and hangs the pumpkin exactly where he planned

also they make tissue ghosts!

basically vee's job is to scrunch up a tissue into a ball! so logan gives him a tissue and shows him how to scrunch it and vee does a littol scrunch and giggles and logan takes it (scrunches it a bit more into a ball) and covers it in another tissue and rubber band! then he asks the baby if this ghost should be happy or sad (vee ALWAYS says happy) and logan draws happy little face on it!

when they have enough logan hangs them from the ceiling fan!! and he turns the fan on slow and the ghosts float around slowly and he goes 'vee look at that!'

and baby vee on the carpet is staring at them and then he whines and holds his arms up to mama - he wants to be picked up

lo was concerned that baby found the ghosts scary but!! vee giggles and reaches up to the ghosts and he bats them! like a little kitten! he loves it because its like a baby mobile!!

During the actual party:

lots of fun! logan cut out pumpkin shapes out of orange craft paper earlier and the boys get to draw faces on them!! and then they get blu tacked up on the walls!

and they nibble their cookies of course! very nummy well done roman and patton

but while ro is busy drawing and while vee is busy suckling his cookie and cuddling papa lo sneaks off to set up the main event...

trick or treat scavenger hunt:

there are bags of candy and little party favours (like little badges and bubbles and stuff) hidden around the house!

patton suddenly pulls out a piece of paper from his pocket and gasps! then he announces that the boys got an invitation to go trick or treating around the house by some special guests! at this vee gets a bit nervous and buries his face in papa's shoulder but patton rocks him and roman is really excited!!

so patton hands the invitation to roman and its a riddle! roman has to figure out which room the riddle wants them to go to! roman is a very clever little boy, just ask his mom and dad, so he figures it out and leads them to the dining room! roman runs ahead and paatton carries baby vee on his hip

and in the dining room is logan - but he's not really supposed to be logan - he is still wearing his bear onesie but also now is wearing a big black blanket around his shoulders (its meant to be a cape) and has those really cheap uncomfortable plastic vampire fangs

'welcah to i cashel' he lisps

roman giggles because its very silly and he LOVES silly, especially mom being silly

but baby vee grips his papa tighter. he doesnt know why mama is talking weird or why his mouth looks different and pointy but it scares him and he starts whimpering

papa bounces him a little and whispers that its just mama being silly

logan hates to see ve scared of him so he tries to rectify it 'ish ohay bee ish okay wook ish mama!'

vee looks over because papa and his brother are giggling so it cant be that scary right?

but as logan tries to talk again the teeth fall straight out his mouth with a trail of drool and roman bursts out laughing and so does patton and so baby starts giggling too!! because its just mama!

anyway the game is to convince the vampire to let you have his candy. the vampire says he will only give them the treats if they can name all of the characters in peppa pig

and they do it!! vee immediately bounces and squeaks 'pepepepepa!' and then roman names mummy pig and daddy pig and george and then they get treats AND another riddle!

logan sprints out of the room to shove the next costume on and get to the next room

then roman takes them to the laundry room where the wolf man (logan with dog ears made of socks) will only give them bubbles and the next riddle if they both pet his head VERY softly!

and then they find a mummy in the kitchen and have to unwrap him! roman tears off the toilet paper from logans body and hands it to vee and vee scrunches it up like he did earlier and holds a little bit to his chest and decides its his now - the mummy gives them more candy and another riddle!

the hunt goes on until they find mama in the living room lying on the couch - and he's asleep! (he's not really)

theres a note on his chest that says that mama is under a spell!! and he can only be waken up by a kisses from all his family!! roman giggles and goes first and kisses logans cheek really loudly and sloppy and logan winces in his "sleep" at the wetnes on his cheek and roman thinks its funny

vee is really nervous that mama is under a spell :( so papa says he will show vee how to wake mama up. and patton leans down to kiss logan - logan's eyes open when he's just above him and leans up to meet him in a quick soft kiss on the lips

then its baby vee's turn and he wriggles in papa's arms so patton puts him down onto logan's lap on the couch and vee does his signature baby kiss - he leans forward, gently presses his forehead against his mamas and whispers 'mwah' behind his paci!

and then logan wakes up and says 'oh you saved me!!' and wraps a smiley baby vee in a very tight cuddle!

and when logan gets up he says he is SO grateful to his boys for saving him that he's gonna give them presents!!

For being so creative and clever by solving all the riddles and finding ways to trick the monsters into giving them treats, roman gets a rainbow etch a sketch!

and for being such a brave baby and for being so gentle with the monsters and with mama, little vee gets a squishmallow bat who will always protect him and give him cuddles!

the rest of the night is pretty much jsut roman being really excited and proud of how well he did in leadinf his family to victory and he draws all of the events that happened on his new etch a sketch!

and baby vee is just so relieved that mama is back that he doesnt leave mama's lap and snuggles with his new squishy friend al evening! he falls aslee pretty quickly because it was a busy day for just a little baby!!

the end :3

#long post #little/big concepts #asks #🐝 anon #agere virgil #little virgil #agedre roman #little roman #cg patton #cg logan #sanders sides agere #ts agere

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asrasotherbottom · 5 years

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O, M, I, and K for Lucio and Julian? (Asra too if you feel like it) I’m not really sure how you’re gonna do it, whether you’re going with short fics or headcannons, but if it’s fics then you don’t have to do all of them at once :) however you wanna go about it! ily ♥️

(LUCIO AND JULIAN ARE UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE THIS GOT LONG)

Asra

[M] Motivation (turn ons etc)

Pretty much anything.

His primary motivation is that he just loves MC and he thinks theyre incredible in every way and he wants to fuck them.

Small things in public or in passing are very hot to him.

A quick tug on his hair, running their nails down his arm or shoulder, a kiss that lasts a moment longer than it needs to, a hand sliding across the small of his back, a wink from across the shop, intentional brushing their hand across his hip or stomach will all bring him on board to fuck almost immediately

Anything large that indicates MC Wants Him. Anything. The phrase “I want you”, an intentional tug into a back room, pushing him down on the bed, MC offering to help him undress, etc.

[O] Orgasm Denial (how do they do it, do they like it done to them) -Done here

[I] Intimacy

Intimacy is in Asra’s very soul. There is nothing more important to Asra when he’s dating MC than intimacy with them.

Lazy mornings in bed together wearing only their blanket while he strokes their hair and cheek.

Kisses on the head as they walk past the other when one of them is sitting down.

Wrapping his arms around MC while they’re cooking or making tea and leaning his head on them.

Sometimes he’ll stop in the middle of kissing them to run his thumb along their lower lip while he smiles, on the verge of tears from happiness.

Asra showing MC more fully around his oasis and exploring together (likewise, the intimacy of when MC sets up their gate and he joins them the first time)

Feeling their heartbeats together with his head on their chest or vice versa

Squeezing their hand gently while they’re out walking together and holding hands.

[K] Kink

Asra is the negotiator of MC’s dreams. He may be disorganized and a mess in most ways, but he takes negotiation and talking about kink super seriously.

He has lists and charts and a notebook where he records what worked and what didnt.

He’ll try just about anything once, not anything, but just about.

He likes the good ol’ standby BDSM. He’s a verse switch in every possible meaning of that word. He loves dishing it out and he loves taking it. He loves being tied up by MC and doing the tying.

Pegging is a favorite of his. (Anything having to do with his prostate really if you HC him as amab. Prostate milking too)

Absolutely a monsterfucker.

Julian

[M] Motivation (turn ons etc)

Julian is honestly almost always “on” tbh.

Running nails over his exposed skin (especially the back of his neck) is a sure turn on for him.

Biting of any sort, anywhere, any time.

Anything that implies MC is going to take the reigns. A smoldering look, a quick smack on the butt, a whispered command, a wink, anything.

A huge turn on is witty banter. Witty banter where he knows that no matter what he says or how cocky he acts, the look in MC’s eye assures him that they know he’s theirs.

Also i know its cliche but hes a huge sucker for when MC makes eye contact while licking something, he just pops a boner.

[O] Orgasm Denial (how do they do it, do they like it done to them)

He can deny orgasms or edge MC when he’s in the right mood. But he does tend to give in quickly.

Most commonly he wants MC to earn it. He wants to hear them beg for his touch and to work for his touch and to earn their orgasm.

He sometimes likes the feeling of control, but he really just loves seeing the way MC loves being edged and the look on their face when he finally lets them cum.

He lives for orgasm denial on the receiving end, it doesnt matter the context (punishment,etc) he just loves it all.

He’s very very whiny though when he’s being edged, a subby begging mess at all times.

Sometimes he’ll edge himself while masturbating just for fun honestly.

[I] Intimacy- Done here

[K] Kink

Yeah

Just like…most of them.

Especially humiliation and degradation ones (…any… humiliation ones he’s pretty much willing to at least try)

Also anything public (without exposing nonconsenting parties to whats happening), be that “under the table”, quickies in an alley, rope bondage under his clothes, being ordered around by MC during the day, anything where he feels that he and MC have a dirty little secret.

Experienced in talking about kink, its pretty much second nature to him, so he always knows what questions to ask and has experience knowing what sort of weird situations they should be prepared for.

He’s great at negotiations and he’s creative and he’s experienced.

Its about The Catharsis, babey.

Lucio

[M] Motivation (turn ons etc)

Lucio is HUGE into dirty talk, its a huge turn on for him for MC to tell him, in detail, exactly what they want to do to him.

Teasing, verbal teasing, physical teasing, as long as MC doesn’t press any of his Hey I’m Sensitive About That buttons, teasings a turn on.

The phrase “Prove it”

The phrase “Make me”

Anything involving suggestive sword positioning.

Biting his lip when he and MC kiss.

Anything where MC challenges him for dominance in a flirty situation drives him wild too.

[O] Orgasm Denial (how do they do it, do they like it done to them)

He loves denying MC orgasms, it makes him feel Powerful and In Control and In Charge.

Especially if they have to beg for it, to Tell Him that they’re at his mercy.

He’s a giver after all, but it doesn’t keep his attention that long. He can edge them for a while but it feels repetitive for him, so it usually isn’t an extended endeavor.

He always asks to engage in orgasm denial but he is a weenie about it at the end of the day.

He loves watching MC feel powerful and he loves pleasing them and begging for them (even when its being used as a punishment in the scene)

But if they draw it out too long he starts complaining in earnest. It’s not fun for him if it feels like he’s never going to be allowed to cum.

[I] Intimacy

Its hard for Lucio to strip down to honest and more importantly, earnest intimacy, especially if it means vulnerability on his part.

Kissing MC’s hand or shoulders or arms is a big point of intimate contact for him.

Letting MC undress him is intimate for him, he’ll try to act very cocky about it at first, but if they just quietly help him undress, the domesticity of it gets to him and he feels deeply close to them.

Playing with his hair.

Holding MC close to his chest while they lay in bed is very likely to bring up feelings for him and its intimate.

Anything involving seeing him not Looking His Best and them giving him a reassuring kiss or stroke of the cheek is enough to bring him almost to tears.

[K] Kink

So he already has a public humiliation kink and I can see that yeah.(As much as its like a Confirmed Joke or w/e that he’s into piss, i think at the very least retention kink is very in line with what he’d be into)

He’s a brat in bed, like, bdsm brat.

He is….bad at negotiations. He always is wondering why they’re needed and he always tries to ask for things that they didnt agree too ahead of time while hes fucking.

He talks a BIG game and never admits that he’s a weenie about something when he SHOULD. (Like…no ones gonna judge him if he doesnt want the XXL 12 foot long undulating anal plug but is he gonna admit that he cant take it? no)

Predator/Prey but mostly as the predator.

You asked for MY headcanons so you’re getting that Lucio’s into feedism because he Is. .

#Anonymous #asra #julian #lucio #asra alnazar #julian devorak #lemon #alphabet meme #mine

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mistymark · 5 years

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the boyfriend one. [mark]

part of the NCT boyfriend series // mark lee // 0.9k

all round cUTIE

tackles you in hugs as a way of greeting you

but because ur smaller than him, he just kinda, envelopes you in his arms

smells really good

not a big fan of pda around the other members or in general really, so prefers lowkey chill dates

most of the time y’all are just watching a movie on the couch or going out for breakfast

movie nights (whether ur alone or w the other members) always end up with you sitting between his legs

kisses your shoulder when he gets bored, or when he doesnt think the others are looking

makes ugly faces or suspiciously glares at you from across the room

sHY BEaN

giggles into kisses one hundred per cent

when u first started dating he bought you a gift while he was travelling but later thought it was too sudden and was too shy to give it to you

kept it under his bed for months

finally gave it to you after y'all had been dating for like a Year

“do you like y/n” “no” “you’re dating” “still no”

likes lying on his bed with you against his chest and playing with your hands

really appreciates it when you nap with him

he claims he sleeps better with you

lets you accompany him to the studio but he becomes such a giggly MESS that you eventually just wait in the room outside so he can Get His Work Done

is constantly humming tunes in your ear

the Distracted // Subconscious type when it comes to affection

like,, he makes such a big deal about not showing pda in front of the other members,, but when he’s rushing out the door with his shoes half on and his hair a mess, he’ll quickly peck your cheek and leave

comes up behind you to read over your shoulder while eating and subconsciously back hugs you

like doesnt really think about it he just wants to be close to you all the time

loves comparing the size of your hands

“mark we know you’re dating y/n” “jskkjhg PSSS WHA- no way! they’re ugly”

does NOT think ur ugly

literally thinks you’re god’s gift to the world he thinks you’re stunning

when you get dressed up he’s literally speechless

the hyungs love to tease him about how whipped he is for you

when he’s sleepy he’ll draw shapes on your skin with his finger

SLUT FOR HAND HOLDING

uses lame excuses to hold your hand

holds your hand under the table at restaurants when you're out with the members

classic date lover; dinner and movies, mini golf, diners, etc.

he’s into that shit

takes 100 dumb selfies with you and keeps them all

even the blurry ones or the ones where he's blinking

probably texts you dog memes throughout the day when he’s bored

literally has his phone on do not disturb constantly so never remembers to text you back but makes a fuss when you dont respond to his texts in 0.3 seconds

whispers sweet nothings into your hair when ur cuddling

talks about the future with you but in a dumb sense like

“how many kids do you want” “mark-” “im thinking no kids but 200 dogs” “mark-” “NO BUT THEYD BE SO CUTE YOU CANT GET RID OF THEM”

LotS oF giGGLinG

his phone password is your birthday

it used to be his birthday but the members kept guessing it and hacking into his phone so he changed it

lowkey they know its ur birthday but they all think its so sweet and they dont want him to change it

talks about how much is mom would love you

loves lending you his clothes

because when you return them they smell like you

constantly trying to get you to sleep over at the dorm

brings you coffee or you bring him coffee

knows your orders for ur fave restaurants by heart but would never tell you that

buys you watermelon flavoured lip balm ;)

loves it when you ruffle his hair

makes a lot of sex jokes but PANICS if you ever respond with a flirty comment or something equally suggestive

doesnt care when u take sneaky pics of him like when ur just chilling or doing mundane things like grocery shopping you'll just snap a pic and he's chill w it - u keep them all bc he's super cute

y’all probably have folders of pics of each other sleeping

laughs at EVERYTHING you say

literally never sad when ur around

smiles at you whenever you look at him

tries to make you let him buy you things even though you always refuse

“COME ON ITS NOT EVEN EXPENSIVE Y/NNNNN”

shy forehead and nose kisses

mostly bc someones looking

“god I really want to kiss you right now”

happily will watch any movie with you but will talk through the entire thing

“what is she doing? why is she doing that? doesnt she know-”

can easily find you in a crowd

u have a dumb nickname that he made up and its ur contact name in his phone

he thinks its so clever and laughs whenever u roll ur eyes at it

sends u vine compilations that youve already seen 48586 times bc theyre literally 5 years old

uses ur face as a reaction meme but he doesnt know what a reaction meme is

all nighters where you just tell stories about things u did as kids

“one time when I was five-”

needs ur help with online shopping bc he cant do it himself

literally thinks ur a genius

overall hes a blessed boy and he deserves the world uwu

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jihyosforehead · 5 years

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can i get some seulrene angst please

delicious yes i got u (fair warning this is pre long!!!) …

seulrene meet in their university library

irene is sitting alone at her regular table, trying and failing to study for her advanced statistics test

in the middle of daydreaming about dropping out, seulgi turns up asking if she can sit at irenes table bc everywhere else is full

irene blinks and stares dumbly bc seulgi is lowkey the most adorable human being she has ever seen (the sweater paws are doing something to her heart)

and irene is distracted because seulgi is watching her lecture, knees pulled to her chest, elbows propping her head up, the tips of her fingers peaking out from her sleeves. irene feels her stomach flip uncomfortably

seulgi comes to her table again the next day and the day after that and at the end of the fourth time they sit together, seulgi starts leaving irene little snacks and finally introduces herself after realising she doesnt actually know irenes name

eventually they hang out outside of the library and realise they have mutual friends (seulgi with wendy and irene with yeri; and yeri and wendy with each other)

one day their whole group was meant to hang out but literally everyone bailed citing “personal emergencies” but seulrene didn’t realise this until theyre sitting in a cafe just the two of them

and it’s awkward at first but irene makes a joke about their friends being dumb and they go into this whole tangent of stories about their lives and they look at the time and they might as well get dinner since it’s late and they still wanna continue their conversation

irenes never met a person who could make her scream laugh so loud that people start staring

irenes regular table at the library becomes irene and seulgi’s regular table at the library and somewhere between that day in the cafe and right now, thursday afternoon approximately 3:43pm, does irene realise she has the biggest fattest crush on seulgi

and so she remembers seulgi’s fav snacks, remembers when seulgi’s tests are and helps her study for them, remembers her favourite movies and exhibitions she wants to see, remembers where she always loses her keys and has a sixth sense for when seulgi’s about to trip over her feet

and seulgi for all her clumsiness has a knack for understanding irene’s cold front and chips away at it, and it’s too late for irene to realise that seulgi has crawled her way into her heart and taken up permanent residence there

(she thinks she doesnt mind it)

seulgi runs off to the bathroom for a second and the open notebook catches her eye and irene finds herself picking it up to look at it more closely and it’s a drawing of her, looking otherworldly, almost unreal and irene is shookt. the book slips out of her hands and it lands on another page and it’s irene sipping some coffee, she flips the page and it’s of irene taking a nap, flips the page and it’s irene laughing - the notebook is snatched out of her hands unexpectedly and irene looks up to seulgi is standing there red-faced, stammering, apologetic and horrified but at the same time shes trying to be stern like “you cant just look at peoples things without permission! !!!1!” but irene is just like “this is how you see me?” and it’s a soft™ moment and seulgi has developed foot in mouth syndrome and is like “well yeah! u kind of mean everything 2 me u absolute dumbass !!!”

they start dating - to absolutely no ones surprise

their first kiss is in the middle of a lowkey night, theyre watching movies on irenes laptop in her dorm and sharing a blanket - tbh irene stopped watching the movie about 20 mins ago in place of studying seulgi’s side profile in wonder, her fingers twitching trying not to brush the strand of hair away from seulgi’s forehead. she settles for arranging the blanket more securely around seulgi’s shoulders just in case shes cold, you know? seulgi’s watching her the whole time and when irene looks up, seulgi’s eyes are just sparkly with fond affection and maybe love? but that thought is quickly cut off when seulgi presses her lips to irenes, so softly and gently and carefully that irene feels tears prick the corners of her eyes, she feels like shes going to break

but after that theres so many kisses. kisses in the library, forehead kisses, kisses before class, after class, any time in between; did well on a test? a kiss! did really badly on a test? a kiss!! maybe even an extra one! courtyard kisses, kisses in irenes dorm, in seulgi’s dorm, kisses at breakfast, lunch and dinner, just so many kisses!!

it’s a quiet sunday and seulgi and irene are redoing irenes dorm because seulgi scuffed the wall so badly it needs repainting and why not make a day of it? so here irene is, painting the wall, where it meets the floor bc her gf is clumsy but she is adorable and irene is in love, she thinks she’ll remember this day when theyre old and wrinkly and married

irene notices seulgi pulling away, distancing herself, acting weirdly guilty about something? irene thinks maybe shes done something wrong? is seulgi getting tired of her? tired of the relationship? it goes on for awhile and theres a heavy tension between them so thick, it’s almost tangible. and then one day when seulgi’s bailed on another date, irene shuts down. doesn’t know what to think. maybe seulgi doesnt love her anymore? maybe shes bored? irene knows that sometimes she can be really heavy handed with her affection but ever since seulgi’s pulled away, irene figured that maybe she wants space

seulgi turns up at irenes dorm, uninvited. irene swings the door open to find her gf looking equal parts sheepish and guilty. but shes holding a bag of food from irenes favourite restaurant, irene lets her in.

seulgi explains, hand rubbing the back of her neck, that when she gets into a funk, she just needs to go off and think on her own and is apologising for shutting irene out. irene is quick to forgive her. but as the night goes on, it’s clear that seulgi is feeling guilty for some other reason and when asked, seulgi just. she looks so sad

“a few weeks before we met, i applied for this arts school and i got a letter about 2 weeks ago saying that i got in. it’s really competitive and they only have a few spots available for international students and I didn’t think I’d even get in and I forgot but i got in. I got in,” seulgi whispers. almost as if, any louder and the words would be real.

“did u think i was going to beg you to stay here or something?” irene asks, softly. seulgi frowns deeply.

“no. i knew you were gonna tell me to go. but i don’t want to go. i want to be here with you,” seulgi tells her, desperately, voice cracking.

“u huge idiot, do u think that i wouldnt wait for u??? i would wait forever u huge dumbass!!!!”

the evening takes an obvious downturn. but they try not to notice. the next few weeks are seulrene trying to spend as much time together as possible. irene is trying her best to memorise what seulgi feels like in her arms; how she breathes when she’s asleep; the noises she makes when irene is pinning her to the sheets, marking her neck purple with bruises; how seulgi looks like shes close to tears when irenes made her laugh so hard that she snorts; the little fond sighs seulgi sends irenes way when she catches her staring over their morning coffee; how small she looks in an oversized sweater with the sleeves engulfing her hands completely; the way seulgi’s hands feel, fingers threaded through hers; how she likes to kiss irenes shoulder when theyre in bed; how for some reason when seulgi eats chewing with her mouth open it’s adorable instead of disgusting; and how irene is constantly brushing crumbs off seulgi’s clothes. irene tries her best to remember the slip of seulgi’s spine; the way she looks fully sated and satisfied; how seulgi’s eyes, dark and wide, always regard her with warm, open affection; how they can lay side by side in bed saying nothing for hours but irene doesnt need to hear words to know what seulgi’s feeling

but irene knows it isnt enough

because 2 weeks later, seulgi’s on a plane to paris with irenes heart in her hands and the kiss they share in the airport feels bitterly like a final goodbye

seulgi lands and sends irene photos of her food and the buildings and the friends she’s already made. and irene smiles wistfully

they facetime, and send each other texts every few hours, and schedule “dates” but the distance is so palpable that irene feels her heart ache something new whenever she sees seulgi’s red-rimmed eyes, yawning while sipping on a huge mug of coffee

“we should break up,” irene says. she can feel her heart crack at her own words, the tears visible on seulgi’s lashes even through the shitty facetime quality

“w-why?” seulgi sniffs

“because this isn’t working for us, this distance is going to ruin us completely,” irene finds herself saying, voice wooden and stiff. and she knows shes right because she knows seulgi’s grades arent as good as they could be and irene has failed a test and an assignment already

“wait for me,” seulgi is begging and irene is nodding her head frantically, promising tearfully over and over again that she would wait forever if she had to

so they break up that tuesday night, seulgi in paris and irene in korea. this has to be the worst facetime she’s ever had in her whole life.

it hurts like nothing shes ever imagined, irene thinks shes never cried this much in her life. and she thinks shes doing well but she catches a whiff of seulgi’s perfume on her hoodie one day and it starts a fresh wave of gut-wrenching tears and her heart cracks into tiny, little pieces all over again

they don’t speak for literal years

but irene knows seulgi’s doing pretty well; she’s already held a few exhibitions, according to wendy. irenes graduated and doing okay for herself at a nice cushy job

wendy didn’t tell her that seulgi was back in korea though, but irene is pretty sure seulgi is back because she would recognise that laugh and perfume anywhere

seulgi turns around and her eyes finds irenes and seulgi is making a beeline towards her. irenes pulse is jumping erratically

“hey irene, it’s been awhile,” seulgi says, giving her a warm look. she looks older. more mature. holds herself like she knows shes grown up. but, irene thinks, fondly, painfully, her voice is exactly the same. wraps irenes name in her mouth exactly the same as she did 6 years ago

“hey,” irene replies, with a smile of her own.

“i want to introduce you to someone,”seulgi says, a grin turning up her face, and beckons a tall, intimidatingly beautiful woman over, “this is sooyoung,” seulgi’s smile grows even brighter and irene feels her heart plummet, connecting the dots, “my fiancee.”

“o-oh, it’s very nice to meet you,” irene is saying, trying her best to sound sincere but she sounds so monotone and robotic and wooden, her throat is closing up and her heart has almost stopped completely, and she has to leave before she starts crying all over seulgi again

so maybe seulgi moved on without telling irene

and maybe irene never moved on. and maybe irene had always waited around for seulgi

maybe waiting forever wasn’t a good idea after all, irene thinks wryly, sitting in her apartment alone, uselessly wiping hot tears from her face that don’t seem to stop no matter how much she tries

irenes not sure how, but it hurts more than that night 6 years ago and shes never felt a pain so profound that it goes all the way to her bones; shes sitting on the floor crying and she feels so ridiculous for thinking this but shes looking at the spot where the wall meets the floor and she realises she didn’t paint it very well

#seulrene #seulgi #irene #red velvet #red velvet hcs #red velvet headcannons #red velvet scenarios #red velvet imagines #ask #anon #this was so much fun lmfao thank u for the ask uwuuu #this was totally ripped from that richard siken quote i have no shame that is fkn masterpiece #we goin thru it tonight boiiis wheeew 🥴🤪

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pray4jensen · 5 years

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deancas, coda, 14x13, ~700 words

Dean’s breath is but a hitch in his throat. Dean’s breath struggles and stutters as Cas’ fingers run over his cheek, as Cas smooths away blood and bruises and heartache, thumbs over his mouth, stitching him, making him whole.

“You’re going to be okay,” Cas tells him and Dean listens, voiceless, shuts his eyes and leans into every touch, tries to memorize these hands that linger over his skin so fleetingly that they could be ghosts.

When Cas steps away, Dean catches his wrist.

Cas’ eyes are a thousand questions. Cas’ eyes say, What happened to you? Cas’ eyes say, I’m here. Cas’ eyes say, I love you, and Dean chokes, swallows down a lump and wonders if he deserves to be looked at like that, wonders how he ended up here, the luckiest bastard alive with a living storm who wants to caress him.

“You’re gentle with me,” Dean croaks, averts his eyes in embarrassment and looks down at his feet. “You…you don’t have to be, but you are.”

Cas doesn’t understand. Dean can see it in his face, the puzzlement rising to the surface when Dean asks it like a question, asks it like he’s implying that Cas could ever be otherwise.

“I would never hurt you,” Cas says.

But maybe there are memories haunting them both. Maybe there are memories locked away deep inside their minds, memories brought back to the surface with Dean’s throbbing cheek, memories that shine in Cas’ eyes, hand quivering when he remembers the weight of his blade, a thousand iterations of Dean murdered by Naomi’s orders.

“I wouldn’t,” Cas says, and this time, his voice wavers.

“C’mere,” Dean says, pulls Cas even closer by his wrist, pulls him in until they’re almost chest to chest, knows that their lips could meet if Dean just tilted his head the right way and caved.

“Who hurt you?” Cas asks.

Was it me?

Dean clenches his jaw. Wants to runs his hands through Cas’ wild hair, wants to sleep curled up against him at night, call him Sweetheart with every morning coffee, kiss his fingers, these hands that bestow a thousand benedictions upon him without uttering a word.

“You weren’t you,” Dean says and Cas flinches at the confirmation of what he did, draws away only for Dean to entwine their fingers, reel him in again.

They both stare at their joined hands, uncertain if they’ve gone too far.

“I don’t understand,” Cas tells him, when Dean talks about Dad. “I don’t understand why you let your father go.”

Dean says, You.

And Cas pretends for another moment that he’s confused. Cas lets his grasp loosen, ready to drop Dean’s hand, ready to go back to the way that things always are, except Cas is everything that Dean’s ever wanted so Dean holds on firm.

“You didn’t remember me,” Dean says, quivers with nervous energy as he clasps Cas’ cheek with his other hand, as he closes his eyes and leans his forehead against his. “You were like that because—”

Because we weren’t together.

Cas exhales shakily, fists Dean’s shirt in his hand, grips him loosely while with the other, still threatens to pull away. “Why would you keep me instead of your father, Dean?”

Dean says, “Because I love you.”

Cas’ breath is one sharp intake, shocked, stunned. Dean figures that it’s about time, anyway. If he can tell Dad that he loves him, can’t he tell Cas?

“C’mon,” Dean says. “You didn’t really think I’d leave you like that? Who else is gonna kiss everything better?”

And this time, he’s gone too far. This time, there’s no turning back to the way that things were, and they pull apart, open their eyes and Cas looks at him, searches as if he’s expecting a joking smile.

“I love you,” Dean says again, voice thick, voice cracking and something hot wells up in his throat. “Truth is, I couldn’t do without you.”

They come together then, at last, after an eternity, after years. They thread their fingers, thread their lives together once more, mouths hungrily pressing forth, kisses that couldn’t possibly do justice to the feelings furled inside them.

But each kiss is like breathing again. Each kiss is like breaking the surface of water after being submerged for far too long, so maybe, finally, they’re living.

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midnigtartist · 5 years

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6. The super long kiss that wasn’t intended

He knows he should be watching the treeline. Sat beside Nott at the front of the cart, Molly knows that he ought to be scanning the tree line for any potential threats to their merry band as they weave their way through the valley. But he just can’t seem to get himself to focus on the slow passing trees as Nein marches southward. His gaze keeps slipping from the road, as he glanced over his shoulder at the wizard curled up in the back of the cart.

As to be expected, he’s got a book propped up in his lap. One of the spellbook he keeps strapped to his side, Molly notes, as he carefully and meticulously sifts through their recent spoils. The faint hum of arcane energy hangs in the air around him. It pricks at the back of Molly’s neck, making the hair there stand on edge and that’s why he’s been so distracted, and certainly not because Caleb looks so darling and content with his task, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips.

No, Molly thinks wryly to himself, it’s certainly nothing to do with that. Not at all.

He swings his legs over the side of the cart bench, earning and disgruntled yelp from Nott as she’s jostled by the movement. Molly ignores this, instead watching Caleb’s, dare he says, giddy smile as the pearl clasped tight in his hand dulls, and he picks up the bracelet he’s been inspecting. Sliding off the bench, Mollymauk seats himself cross legged at the perimeter of Caleb’s pile of spoils, resting his cheek to his fist.

“Anything interesting?”

Caleb starters, but only a little, his head jolting up and eyes blinking as he takes in the new addition to his ring of shiny things. Molly offers him a curling, close mouth smile in lue of a proper greeting.

Caleb nods, pulling at his beard. “Ja, this-” he gestured vaguely over the lot of stuff, a crooked grin on his face. “This ist gut. There is a lot a usefully things here.”

“Almost finished then?” Molly asks.

“Oh yah, I just have to look over these rings for Jester, you know, and then that will be all of it but ahhhh- you have come over here? Is- is there something you need?” the thrill the magic gives him, seems to bear wearing off and Molly can see Caleb slowly receding back into his shell. And that simply won’t do.

He shrugs “Not particularly. This is fascinating, by the way.”

Caleb lowers his gaze to his spellbook. He twiddles and twists the pearl between his fingers and Molly tracks the movement because that’s fascinating too. Caleb’s long fingers rolling the small bead between them is truly something and he can feel the slight flush crawling up his neck.

“You have seen me identify objects before,,,” Caleb mutters.

“And I find it thrilling every time!” he says. He leans forward so his elbows are pressed into his knees. “I think it’s just wonderful, that. How you can learn all of that stuff just from looking at it for a few minutes. It’s very impressive!”

Caleb shrugs, but Molly spies a phantom of a smile touching the corner of his mouth and he finds himself beaming all the wider for it.

“Well you know, there is a bit more to it then that but it is ahhh,, nerd shit.”

“What I’ve learned from traveling with the lot of you terrible people is that nerd shit tends to be the shit that keeps us alive. It’s very useful shit. Don’t sell your shit short Caleb, it’s very good shit! Quality, even.” he says. Somewhere to the right of him, he can hear Jester cackling. He keeps his eyes and his smile trained on Caleb, who’s actually turned a bit to face him.

“Ha ha.” it’s not a laugh, not really. It more just the noise, but it’s so endearing that Molly’s insides squirm with delight at the sound. “I suppose you are right- about that at least.”

“You’d be surprised by how much I’m right about, actually.” Molly says.

This time Caleb does laugh, even if all it is a huff of air. “Mister Mollymauk.”

“Mister Caleb”

The pearl rolls between his thumb and forefinger. “Would you like learn a magic trick? I, you know, I have tried teaching Jester before, and umm, Beauregard but, they don’t, well, they really do not have the patience for this sort of thing.”

He cocks his head to the side. “And you think I do?”

“I have seen you mend your coat.” Caleb says, actually leveling his clear blue gaze on Molly, effectively pinning him in place. “That embroidery is your handy work, hmm? Something like that takes a lot of time.”

Molly draws back so that he’s sitting up straight. “Well as flattering as it is to know you keep eye on me.” Caleb flushes. “-I don’t think I’m quite clever enough to do what it is you do dear.”

Magic, at least, the magic Caleb does, seems to require a lot of reading, and reading has never really agreed with Mollymauk Tealeaf. It makes his eyes hurt and his whole brain revolt against him, can even give him a terrible headache if he forces himself to work at it for too long.

Caleb’s brows draw together, forming deep creases between his eyes. “It is not that hard.” he says.

Molly flashes him a tight smile. “Yes, but I’m not that smart.”

The wizard shuts his spellbook with a forceful snap that makes Molly’s tail jump and curl up behind him. “Come here, Mollymauk.” Caleb says, commands really, Molly thinks with a shiver. “I will not force you, if you do not wish, but do not withhold just because you think that you might not be clever enough. I will be the judge of that.”

“Well when you put it so nicely,,,” Molly says, praying to the Weaver that he sound relatively unaffected by whatever that was. He slides over so that he’s sitting next to Caleb, instead of across from him. “So, what will I be learning then?”

Caleb hesitates, but only for a moment before he opens his book back up, and shuffles over so that Molly can see the pages, balancing it on his knee.

“Something simple, I think.”

“Oh goody.”

Even the creak of the branches in the wind sounds ominous, which Molly thinks is rather ridiculous and painfully cliche. His blade, glowing with a warm, white light, is wrapped up in the tails of his coat to dull it’s radiance as Molly creeps along low in the brush. The Nein had decided, against Molly’s better judgement, decided to travel a few hours past sunset.

“The next town isn’t that far, guys.” Jester had told them, brandishing the map with the same ferocity with which she handles her sickle. “We’ve been on the road for daaaaaaaaaaays and my feet are getting all tired and gross from walking so much and I just want to sleep in a bed and not in the grass and wake up with like, bugs in my hair and stuff.”

So they’d marched on, and now they’re paying the price because not only is it a good couple of hour past sunset, but they’d been assaulted by some ruffians. Taking advantage of the exhausted state of the party, they’d managed to stop them, rob them, and make off with Jester’s haversack of holding. With so much of their valuable shit in that bag, they’d decided to give chase, and had gotten spread pretty thin in the processes. Which, isn’t such a bad thing, Molly’d been able to pick off a few of the bandits, spread thin themselves, quickly and quietly. But he’s worried about everyone else. If they were unlucky enough to run into more of the bastards then they could handle alone, with Jester possible very, very far away. That could make things a bit more sticky.

Of course, they’re all pretty capable, decently strong. And yet,,, Molly’s worried about some, specifically squishy members of their party.

He’ll- they’ll be fine.

He marches on deeper into the woods.

A bit of time later, the sound of muffled voices hit Molly’s ears. Not long after does he spy the flicker of firelight through the leaves, painting speckled shadows along forest floor.

Molly pauses a moment, tucking himself against a rotting old tree trunk. Peeking over the top of it he can just barely make out a group of darkened figured, hooting and hollering like idiots around a makeshift camp. Why do petty thieves always do that? Make a whole fucking ton of noise that gives away their position. Every single band of thieves he’s ever run into does it. It’s just not smart. Though, if they were smart enough to understand that they probably wouldn’t be out here robbing well seasoned mercenary groups, he thinks. He counts the shadows, or at least he tries to. The back lighting from the fire is fucking up his night vision but he thinks he sees four or five distinct individuals. Too many to take out alone.

Reaching into his pocket with his free hand, he pulls out a little piece of wire. Its difficult, harder with only one hand, but he manages to wrap the bit of copper around his finger and brings it up to his lips. He points out into the woods in the general direction he thinks he saw people running. “Found a group of them. Looks like five maybe? North. Just past that one rock that looks remarkably like a penis. Oh ! and you can reply to this message” he whispers into his fist.

Molly does this eight more time, hoping that if he casts a wide enough net he’ll be able to get in touch with at least some of the Nein. Between not knowing exactly where everyone is and the, frankly concerning, fizzle of the spell against his lips he not sure how many of them got the message. On the fourth time, he hears Jester’s cackling rattling around in his skull. It’s a horrible bizarre feeling that makes his skin tingle,and not even in the fun way. On the sixth one he hears Beau’s exasperated “real fucking mature, man” and has to stifle a chuckle. On the last one, it’s Caleb’s voice ringing around in his skull.

“I see the rock you are talking about. oh- ja it does look like a dick.” He says. “I am making my way over to you now.”

Molly waits, one eye on the trees around him, one on the group of bandits, watching for any strange movement. Maybe one of them will come over here to take a piss. He could take them out nice and quite, and that would be one less shit head to deal with.

The bushes to his right rustle and Molly tightens his grip on his sword. Caleb comes sprinting out of the underbrush towards him, crouched low to the ground to avoid being spotted. Molly can’t even even get a word of greeting out before Caleb is suddenly upon him, hands reaching to curl around the lapel of his coat.

The wizard is positively beaming at him, his face cracked with a wide smile Molly has only ever seen him give Nott. His eyes are practically glowing, wide and excited and full of pride. He’s on Molly in an instant huddled against the rotten log alongside him and Molly is stunned.

“You cast message!” Caleb says, barely able to keep his voice to a stage whisper for the excitement. His hands come up, cupping Molly’s face between them and immediately the teifling feels himself start to color. Thumbs rub over his cheeks, Caleb squishing his face between his calloused palms “You cast the spell, you did the thing that I showed you! Oh! I am so proud! I am so proud of you! You are brilliant Mollymauk. I could kiss you!”

Well, that makes Molly’s heart do all sorts of ill advised and complicated gymnastics in his chest.

He puts a shaking hand on Caleb’s knee. “Don’t say thing you don’t intent to follow through on, Mister Caleb.”

Brain seeming to have caught up with his mouth, Caleb pales, then flushes a deep scarlet. His hand stay cupped around Molly’s cheeks, though they do lessen they’re squeezing a bit. His gaze falls past Molly’s right shoulder. “I ahh- right. I was- well I got a little excited I suppose,,,”

“Happens to the best of us.” he gives Caleb leg a friendly jiggle “Your secret’s safe with me”

Caleb chuckles.

They don’t move. They’re still dreadfully, painfully close. Annoyingly, not close enough. He watches as Caleb’s gaze flickers back over to his face. Watches the way his sharp, ever curious blue eyes trace the curve of his palm where it’s pressed into Molly cheek, all the way down to the corner of his mouth. He leans in.

The center of gravity suddenly shifts and Mollymauk Tealeaf finds himself crashing against Caleb’s warm mouth. Its quick, but it’s everything.

Caleb presses his lips firmly to Mollymauk’s for a brief moment, pulling him in with the fingers still curved around his jaw. Molly gasps, fingers tightening around the fabric of Caleb’s pant leg. He lets his eyes flutter shut. And then the warmth is gone and Molly opens his eyes to see the wizard staring at him, wide eyed and flushed. Still his hands don’t move from Molly’s face.

“I should not have done that. I-”

Molly brings his other hand up to the back of Caleb’s neck and pulls him forward. Their lips meet again and Molly can taste the crackle of arcane power that lingers on them. It shoots a thrill down his spine. The hand on Caleb’s knee tangles into the coarse fur lining of his coat and Molly sigh, deep and wanting against the other man’s mouth.

To his glorious surprise, Caleb responds in kind. His hands begin to move, one sliding down his face to rest at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, those long, scholarly fingers spanning across his throat, making Molly shiver. The other tangles into the short curls at the back of his neck, drawing Molly even closer.

Molly breaths through the kiss, eyes shut tight as he focuses on the feeling. Of dry and ragged ruined lips against his own. On the slight scratch of stubble against his chin and the rough pads of Caleb’s fingers on his skin. He feels exactly like he looks, coarse and rough around the edges. Nothing like the soft, sweet smelling hired company that Molly’s used to. He finds he likes this much better. The earthy smell that clings to weather battered skin, mixed in with faint hints of whatever spell components line Caleb’s pockets. Licorice and molasses.

Caleb sighs against him, tilting his head for a better angle. Molly puts all other thoughts out of his head. Forgets about the bandits at his back, and his friends stomping through the underbrush. Even forgets about their stole bag of good. He put his facilities to better use, memorizing the shape and heat of Caleb’s lips against his own

Molly parts his lips and prods at Caleb’s lower lip with the twin prongs of his forked tongue, makes a soft sound of pleasure as Caleb’s fingers tighten in his hair. Caleb jumps under his hands, pulling away. He desperately wants to follow, but Molly let him go, keeping fingers folded against the lapels of his coat, half to keep himself grounded, half to keep Caleb from bolting before he can find his voice again.

“Don’t you dare apologize for that.” He crooks out after a moment.

Caleb stares at him with blown out blue eyes. He swallows, runs a hand across his jaw. His fingers linger against his lips. “Ja- okay,,, That was ahhh-”

“That was good.” Molly assures him, stroking fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

Caleb nods, looking a little unsure. “Gut, ja. You know, uhh maybe we should- should, you know- maybe we could do that again, sometime. But I think we should probably take care of those bandits first.”

A smile splits Molly’s face. “Think we can take them, just the two of us?

“No.” Caleb hands come back around to cup his cheeks, then slip down, coming to rest against the front of Molly’s coat “We are pretty tough, but you said that there were at least five of them. I do not want us taking any unnecessary risks.” he starts fidgeting with Molly’s coat, adjusting it on his shoulder and smoothing out the silk with his hands. “Clever boy.” Molly says, fondness laced into his words.

Caleb doesn’t meet his gaze, but he does smile.

The sound of twigs snapping catch their attention and moments later Beau comes slinking out of the bushes, a new bruise swelling up over her eye. Caleb hands fall away. Molly keeps fingers pressed lightly against the side of his knee.

“That’s a good look on you.” he says, once Beau is close enough.

“Thanks asshole.” Beau wedges her way between the two of them, elbowing Molly in the stomach as she does.

He whizzes out a pained laugh.

#critical role #widomauk #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #request closed #midnigtwrites #this is soft yall

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azozzoni · 5 years

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Oh I miss your fics. Can u write something from the moment elliot n Lucas are sitting on that couch and they start looking at each other's lips? Basically I want u to write THE FIRST KISS. Love u

(Clearly this has already happened so, AU? Combined with another request: If Eliott hadn’t gotten the text)

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“You’re surprising.”

Lucas looks up, at Eliott across the room, sitting forward on the couch, tamping down the nerves buzzing along his skin. He’s never played that song for anyone except his mom, and it’s been a while since he’s even seen a piano. He’s never played for anyone but his mom and his dad. None of his friends even know he can. Not even Yann.

“I like surprising people,” Eliott says quietly, gentle, as though afraid of spooking him, as though he wants Lucas to know that he means it.

Lucas can’t help smiling, letting out a breath of relief. He isn’t sure what possessed him to do it, to sit down at the piano in the first place, but something about Eliott had made him want to, made him want to share a bit of himself he usually kept hidden.

“How did you learn?” Eliott asks and Lucas glances back at the keys. They’re full of memories, better times with his family, before everything fell apart.

He leaves the bench finally, moving back to the couch, sitting a little closer than he was before, wondering if Eliott notices. He kind of hopes he does, kind of hopes he’s not imagining things, especially the way Eliott is watching him, eyes serious, bright but meaningful somehow, as though he sees something Lucas doesn’t.

“I did lessons for years,” Lucas replies, leaning his shoulder against the back of the couch, facing Eliott. Eliott leans back too, less alert than when Lucas had been playing, but nodding slowly.

Eliott smiles, and Lucas can’t help the way his stomach flutters in response. It’s like this every time Eliott looks at him, like he can’t control himself, always nervous and excited at the same time when Eliott is around.

Swallowing, Lucas’ gaze drops, just for a second, to Eliott’s mouth, his soft, pink lips curved into a gentle smile. He has a bit of a five o’clock shadow on his jaw, and Lucas finds himself wondering what it might feel like against his skin, scratchy and rough, not at all like a girl’s face.

He’d blame it on the weed, the way his whole body feels relaxed again as they sink into the couch, too close for two people who barely know each other. He would blame it on the weed, but he’s felt like this since Eliott showed up in the foyer last week, the easy way they’d talked at the bus stop, how he hadn’t even hesitated to follow Eliott today. He’s never done that before.

“Maybe you could teach me something some day,” Eliott says, drawing Lucas’ attention from Eliott’s mouth, back to his eyes, which are shining with his smile.

“Yeah, sure,” Lucas hears himself say, but he’s not thinking of the words coming out of his mouth. Instead, he’s noticing the way Eliott seems closer now, leaning towards him.

Lucas’ body reacts before his brain does, heart climbing into his throat, suddenly nervous, unable to move, not sure that he wants to.

He doesn’t want to, he decides, and he closes his eyes a millisecond before he feels Eliott’s lips press to his.

Logistically, it’s not any different than any other kiss Lucas has had, but everything feels different, heightened, somewhere between fear and excitement, like this is the only thing he’s ever wanted and he’s been missing it for so long.

He feels Eliott start to pull back, but Lucas doesn’t let him. He can’t let him go, not now, with his heart pounding against his ribcage, fingers tingling as they move to Eliott’s neck and he opens his mouth, kissing him again, with more intent this time because he needs Eliott to know that he wants this. God, he wants this. He’s wanted it since he saw Eliott, since that initial slap in the face when Eliott met his gaze the first time and he knew this was different.

Eliott laughs against his mouth, and Lucas feels a rush of warmth, relief, undeniable happiness as Eliott kisses him again, tongue sliding into his mouth, hands cupping his jaw, stubble scraping Lucas’ skin, and he doesn’t mind. He kind of likes it, likes the way it’s so obviously different than a girl, Eliott’s fingers strong around his neck, lips dragging over his, their breath mingling together.

Lucas’ smile doesn’t disappear when Eliott finally pulls away, finally catches his gaze, and Lucas sees the way he swallows, as though he’s just as overwhelmed by what’s happening.

They’re practically pressed together on the couch, not wanting to let go. Lucas never wants to let go, smiling as Eliott’s fingers card through his hair, like he feels the same.

They don’t speak, the silence around them comfortable somehow, as though they don’t need to. Lucas meets Eliott’s eyes after a second, fingers stroking down the back of his neck, meets Eliott’s tender gaze, happiness welling up inside him like a balloon. This is it, he thinks as Eliott moves in again, lips brushing over his, careful before kissing him again, and Lucas leans into it, into Eliott. This is real.

#skamfr #skam france #skamfr fic #elu #my fic

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bobafettsslut · 5 years

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a little gendrya oneshot

there is a better edited version here:

(but i won’t stop u from reading this lol i just didn’t really like the ending on this one)

Arya had fallen asleep only an hour ago, but Gendry felt like he had laid there for forever. He didn’t want to leave her while she slept, but first light would come soon, and Gendry could not be caught in the Princess’s bed. Her leg lays across his stomach, and every time she moves, the smooth inside of her thigh slides across his hip. Her body bare except for the thin linen that drapes across their hips. Her head is on his arm, but most of her body rests on his side, and presses her breasts against his ribs. She shifts again, and her leg ventures lower.

Her body had small scars all over, but the insides of her thighs were soft. The outsides were just as scarred as the rest of her body. He mindlessly rubbed his hand on her back, and felt some of her scars from the House of Black and White. Her arms had healed cuts from various things, but he loved the mark on her face the most. She had fallen out of a tree as a child, and split her lip open, leaving a faint scar that led up to her nostril. He tries not to despise the scars that mark her stomach, but it’s hard. She says they’re ugly, and he knows she’s self-conscious of them every time she removes her clothes for him, so he’s sure to hide the fury he feels when he sees them. They could have killed her. They almost did. Unlike the scars that littered her body to teach her lessons for losing her balance while climbing a tree or not paying close enough attention to the end of a blade while fighting. But the scars on her belly only showed that she had failed to obey an order to kill someone underserving of death. She murmurs something to Gendry and he doesn’t know if she’s waking or sleep talking. She slides her leg across his stomach, resting it just below his belly button. Her hair, which she still keeps short (albeit neatly cut to reach her shoulders) had tangled from the early events of this morning and fell across her face. A chunk stuck to the corner of her mouth and moves a little which each breath she withdraws. Gendry smiles softly and brushes it away from her face. She hums in response, finally stirring from her sleep. She opens her eyes and huffs a little.

“Morning, already?” She mumbles, and he smiles again at her sleepy state.

“You can sleep for a while longer, I need to get back to the forge,” he whispers, trying not to rouse her too much.

“Have you slept?” She asks, shutting her eyes again and snuggling her face against Gendry’s neck.

“No, I was going to sleep for a little while at the forge before everyone wakes up,” he says, and he knows she’s probably rolling her eyes at him under his chin. The war against the Night King had ended, but Cersei Lannister still wanted Jon and Daenerys’s heads on spikes for trying to rebel against her claim to the throne. And they needed weapons to win.

“Why don’t you just sleep here?”

“And have the King in the North and his wolf catch me? I think not, m’lady.” She groans in response to the nickname. “Oh, right, my apologies, Your Grace,” he teases and she shoves his chest.

“I’m not the princess, stupid. Sansa is.”

“Last I checked, having a brother for a King makes you a princess.”

“How many princesses do you know of that invite men into their beds,” she snaps, and he lets out a small chuckle.

“Men? I hope you don’t mean more than me,” he teases and she smiles against his throat. She hums. “Well?”

“Oops, you weren’t supposed to know about my many lovers.”

“Well now that you’ve told me they exist, I have to know who I’m fighting for your affections.”

“Let’s see,” she leans up from her spot and rests her head on her hand. “There’s Podrick... Samwell... my brother’s wife Meera...”

“Bronn?”

“Him, too,” she jests. “And Jaime Lannister.”

“I must say, Your Grace, you are quite the little scoundrel of Winterfell.”

“Someone had to be,” she gives him a smile, one that was reserved for him in private. When she trained in Braavos she learned to hide her emotions, but the only one that she couldn’t control around Gendry was love.

Gendry leans forward and gives her a chaste kiss. She tries to draw him in, but he knows he needs to leave her chamber soon. She kisses him again, and pushes her leg across his stomach down lower, but he catches her thigh with one of his hands.

“I have to go,” he says.

She wraps an arm protectively around his shoulder and moves to lay over top of him, trapping him. “No.”

“Arya, I could use one finger to push you off and leave if I really wanted to,” he says, but makes no move to leave.

“Then why haven’t you?” She asks as she sits up and leans her body from left to right to straddle him. She raises her eyebrow at him, waiting for his response.

“Because I don’t want to. I need to, though,” he says, with a huff. But as Arya moves and pants over top of him, he finds it’s hard to remember why he needs to be anywhere but with her.

Gendry wakes up later, as light glares through Arya’s window. “Shit!” He gasps, and tries to gather his small clothes. Arya sits up and looks at him, a small blush coating her cheeks.

“You’re still here?”

“We fell asleep,” he says, trying to keep his voice down, knowing sounds carry and people whisper. “I need to leave before anyone sees me in here.”

“Right,” Arya says, and hands him his discarded breeches by the edge of her bed. Gendry pulls them on, and tries to tie all of his clothes back together neatly. He finishes dressing and laces his boots up. “It doesn’t look much later than first light, if you leave know you can probably make it out of this wing so you don’t look suspicious.” He quickly nods and walks over to Arya. He plants a small kiss on her forehead and she shoves him lightly. “Go,” she prods and he smiles at her.

He makes it out into the hallway with only a small creak from the door. He gently shuts it after looking to make sure no one is roaming the corridor. He creeps towards one of the castles many exits, but before he has the chance to hide, the King and the Princess round the corner.

“Gendry?” Jon asks, with a perplexed look on his face.

“Your Grace,” Gendry responds, falling into a kneel. Jon motions for him to stand up and Sansa wears the same look on her face.

“What brought you to the Princess’s chambers this early in the morning?” Jon asks, but Gendry knows Jon already has the answer.

“The Princess’s sword needed mending, Your Grace. She asked me to take a look at it,” Gendry lies.

“At first light? Surely you had more pressing matters to attend,” The King snaps and he stomps towards Arya’s door. He pulls it open and Arya clutches the linens to her naked chest.

“Jon! Do you knock?” Arya shouts, as Gendry accepts that he’s going to die today. Sansa grimaces and Jon steps towards Gendry.

Jon grabs Gendry’s arm and starts to walk him away from Arya’s chamber. “Sword mending,” he grumbles to himself. Sansa shuts Arya’s door and rushes behind Jon and Gendry.

“Jon,” she says, but he doesn’t respond. Gendry keeps pace with Jon and can only hope that Ghost’s whereabouts are unbeknownst to Jon. “Jon!” Sansa snaps, and Jon stops to turn around to look at Sansa.

“Sansa!” Jon responds.

“Jon, you’re making a scene. You need to calm down,” she hisses, lowering her voice. Arya emerges from her chamber, dressed in breeches and a half-tied jerkin. Her hair remains tangled, and she rushes towards the group.

“Jon, please,” Arya begs, “Can we talk about this? Not here.”

Jon finally lets his iron-like grip on Gendry go, and nods. “Fine.”

Jon doesn’t give anyone time to respond as he starts walking again. Sansa and Arya follow him, and Gendry trails behind the three, praying to every God he knows.

They end up in Jon’s solar, and Gendry sits directly across from him, extremely focused on his hands. “Do you want to explain to me why you were in my little sister’s chamber this morning?” Jon asks, looking as angry as any King Gendry had heard about.

“I needed to mend her sword, Your Grace.”

Jon’s glower tells Gendry he didn’t give him the correct response. “I fell asleep, Your Grace.”

“We were being improper,” Arya grumbles, giving her brother an eye roll.

“I know that,” Jon hisses. “I wanted Gendry to tell me.”

“Why?” Arya snaps. “Are you going to castrate him?” She agitates, and Gendry silently curses her for giving Jon the idea.

“I’ve considered it!” Gendry moves his hand to protect his manhood. He would sooner set himself on fire than be castrated.

“Jon, be reasonable, please,” Sansa says, and Gendry is thankful for her for being the only calm Stark in this situation.

“Be reasonable? One of my trusted friends has been... has been...” he shakes his hands in Gendry and Arya’s direction.

“If I remember correctly, Arya and Gendry were friends for much longer than you and Gendry. Unless you were planning on selling Arya in a marriage alliance, it does not really matter what our sister does in private.”

Jon ran his hands through his curls. “If you had asked me, I would’ve allowed you to marry,” Jon announces, unexpectedly. Gendry perks up at the King’s words. “Now that you have...” Jon doesn’t finish his statement. “You should marry. I won’t force you, Arya, but if you respect me or Gendry, you will not refuse his hand and bear his bastard.”

“I’m only a bastard, Your Grace. I can’t give the child a bastard’s name.”

“You are the late King Robert’s bastard. I only need to sign a paper, and you could have a last name to give your child.”

Gendry turns to look at Arya, not wanting to respond without her approval. “What are you waiting for, stupid? Are you going to give me your name or not?” She says, with a small smile on her face. Arya always expressed her disgust of marrying as a child, but they rarely spoke of her having to marry as adults. Gendry nods and turns back to Jon.

“Don’t think that I’ll forgive you for this easily, Gendry,” Jon huffs, and reaches for a blank piece of parchment.

“King Robert had always wanted a Stark-Baratheon marriage,” Sansa muses, and gives Arya a small smile.

(this is highly unedited, and it’s also the first gendrya thing ive ever published EVER please be nice i’m sensitive lol)

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PREMONITIONS 2 (2/8)

or, Adventures in Pursuit of a Seven-Year-Old Seer

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Words: 1662 Summary: It’s been over a year since you met Bucky, and you couldn’t be happier. If only you could figure out why your precognitive niece is burying you in abstract crayon art… A/N: Happy new year!

Part 1

Your phone slips out of your hand and clatters on the ground at your feet. Blood rushes in your ears. You run to the front door, pull on your coat and boots, and yank open your door. Before you lock up, you remember your phone. You run back in and grab it. In another thirty seconds you’re in the street, trying to flag down a taxi. The freezing air stings your cheeks, your legs, but nothing compares to the terror flaring in your chest.

What the hell is happening? What was that call? Where is Gemma? Is Matt okay? What about Sarah?

Where is Gemma?

A taxi finally pulls over for you. You rattle off Matt’s address. “Hurry,” you add, voice catching. “It’s an emergency!”

The driver peels away from the curb. You can’t relax; you lean forward, breathing down your driver’s neck, not even buckled until he nervously asks you to sit back. Even then, you’re trembling, your blood pounding. You stuff your hands between your knees, but they’re shaking too.

Ten minutes never have never gone by by so slow.

The second he pulls up to Matt’s house, you open the door. You’re half out of the cab before you remember you need to pay. “Shit shit shit,” you mumble. Your purse is still hanging on its hook by the door back home.

You stare up at Gemma’s open window as you dig through your coat pockets. By some miracle, you find a twenty.

“Here, take it, keep the change,” you blurt, throwing the bill at the driver. You slam the car door shut and squeeze between the parked cars in front of Matt’s house.

The front door is unlocked. You burst inside, heart in your throat.

You freeze.

Half the stair runners are askew, and Gemma’s winter gear is strewn haphazardly across the living room. One of the couch pillows is in the kitchen doorway. You inch forward, barely breathing. The slow cooker is on the floor, and Sarah’s mulled cider is in a brown puddle across the floor, soaking into the pillow. A strangled sob escapes your throat.

You run upstairs to Gemma’s room. It’s empty, cold… The window is still open. Scribbled-upon papers litter the floor, covered in crayon and pen. Gemma’s bed isn’t made—but then again, it never is. You fall to your knees and press your hands to her bare sheets, willing them to reveal your niece. What’s happened to her? What’s happened to your brother?

In your pocket, your phone starts buzzing.

You flinch in surprise. Damn it, you should have called the cops by now! You pull your phone out and stare blankly at the screen before registering that it’s Bucky calling.

Thank god.

“Bucky!”

“Hey darlin’, how are y—”

“Matt and Gemma are missing!” you cry.

“What?”

You collapse onto Gemma’s bed. “Matt called and he said Gemma was missing and then someone else was there and the line went dead and now they’re gone and—”

“Woah, woah, hey, calm down,” Bucky interrupts. “Where are you?”

“Their house.” You sniff. “I haven’t even called the police, I just… ran over.”

“Okay. Okay.” Bucky is quiet for a moment, but you can hear his breathing accelerating. “I’m on my way there now. I’m going to call Steve, okay? If this is about what I think it’s about, we’ll be able to do more than the police. Okay?”

You bite your lip to keep your crying quiet. Instincts from the days before Bucky—most of your life, really—all want you to hang up and call the police. But Bucky’s not wrong. The Winter Soldier and Captain America have more resources at the arsenal than every police force in America. Probably.

“Y-yeah. Okay,” you tell him. “When will you be here?”

“Soon,” he says. “Where’s Sarah?”

“I—I don’t know. Her cider’s all over the kitchen floor…”

“Can you call her?”

“Um, okay. Yeah.” You sit up slowly. Your head is spinning, but you nod. “I can do that.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Bucky promises. “Call Sarah, and I’ll be there before you know it.” He pauses. “We’ll figure it out. It’ll be okay, darlin’. I promise.”

“Okay.”

You hang up. What else is there to say?

When you call Sarah’s phone, it rings from their bedroom next door. Your heart drops.

No one answers.

“Hello?” you call.

No one answers.

If Sarah is with her phone, why didn’t she answer it? Why would she ignore you?

She wouldn’t. She never has. The only options that come to mind are that she’s missing too—or she’s lying prone in her bedroom. Dead or unconscious.

You bolt to your feet and fly into the other bedroom.

An ounce of tension lifts from your shoulders. The bedroom’s empty; Sarah’s not here. At least she’s not dead—not that you can see. You still have no idea what’s going on, but at least you haven’t seen any dead bodies today.

“Darlin’?”

You jump. It’s Bucky. “Up here!”

Two sets of footsteps pound up the stairs. Two? You spin to face Bucky, who buries you in his arms without preamble. Over his shoulder, you see Steve going straight into Gemma’s room, his face drawn and focused. You close your eyes and let yourself relax into Bucky’s hold, burying your face in his chest.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. His metal hand is secure across your back; the other is on your neck, warm and grounding.

“Oh god, thank god you’re here,” you whisper. You pull back. There are wet spot on Bucky’s shirt, and you lift your hands to your cheeks in surprise. Oh. You’re crying.

Bucky brushes your tears away, his eyes soft but his mouth set. “We’re going to find them. And then we’re going to make sure nothing like this every happens again.”

Bucky and Steve go through the upstairs one room at a time. You hover along behind them, trying not to get in their way, but the house isn’t big and those two aren’t exactly small. Every other minute, you’re in their way. But they never send you away. Bucky’s focused on studying the rooms, looking for clues, but he says nothing.

When they move downstairs, you linger in Gemma’s room. You kneel at her bedside again, tracing the empty indent on her pillow. God, what’s happened to her? Your sweet niece, with her happy laugh and her stubborn determination and her ominous certainty—

You put your head against the spot where she sleeps, wishing you could close your eyes and hear her breathing, hear her heartbeat, hear anything that would reassure you she’s alive.

Downstairs, Steve and Bucky start to talk. You sit up and listen hard.

“This has to be about her powers,” Bucky says.

“I agree.” Steve sighs. “What’s the plan?”

“What’re you askin’ me for?”

“She’s your… dammit, I’ve never even been here before, Buck! You know these people.”

A thump—did Bucky punch something? You hope he didn’t leave a dent.

“Keep it together, Buck,” Steve hisses. “Your girl’s upstairs!”

Before Steve finishes, you can hear Bucky stomping up to you. By the time he reaches you, you’re sitting on Gemma’s bed, your hands between your knees. You can’t imagine what you look like, what with the crying and the terror, but Bucky doesn’t comment. All he does is kneel at your feet and take your hands in his. He stares up at you with tender concern.

“How are you doing?” he murmurs. You shake your head, unable to meet his eyes.

“I don’t know. I keep wishing her damn bed would tell me where she is.” You force a laugh. “Crazy, right?”

Bucky joins you on the bed and pulls you into his arms. “No,” he says. “Not crazy.” He settles his chin on your head. “I’m sorry to do this, but can you tell me about the phone call?”

You tell him as much as you can. The phone call, your harried trip over, your exploration of the abandoned house. He listens in silence.

“—and to think, I was going to have a nice night,” you finish with a sniff, thinking of the unlit candles and the pie no doubt setting off fire alarms in your oven and the new lingerie. What was all of that against your brother, his wife, your niece? “God. That sounds so selfish.”

“Trust me,” Bucky says, pulling back, “it’s not.” He kisses away the tears clinging to your cheeks, then tugs you back against him for a last, brief hug. When he pulls back, the dismay is clear on his face. “I don’t want to leave you. But I—we, Steve and me, need to get to the bottom of this.”

“I’ll be okay,” you say. You’re pretty sure it’s a lie, but what does that matter? “Go. Find them. Save them, and then come home safe.”

Bucky squeezed your hands. He studies your face, his blue eyes intent as if he were memorizing you. “Yes, ma’am.”

After Bucky and Steve leave, you call the police as instructed. It’s easier to tell the story this time. Or maybe you’re just numb.

Either way, you let them take your statement. You let them root around your brother’s empty house. You let them bring you out of Gemma’s room, downstairs, outsi—

“Wait,” you blurt.

You turn and rush back inside, back upstairs, and into Gemma’s room.

“This is a crime scene!” one of the officers says, running after you. She tries to grab your arm, but misses as you kneel on the floor and pick up a piece of paper.

Your heart pounds. It’s one of Gemma’s drawings. All the other pages on the floor are pictures of people, of animals, of houses or rocks or flowers. This one, though?

This one is abstract.

You stare at the paper clutched in your hands as the officer leads you back outside. Her lecture goes in one ear and out the other.

Gemma, you think, what are you trying to say?

Read Part 3 here!

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