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auroralix · 1 year ago

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✩ fairly odd christmas - part 2 ✩

read parts one and three here!

pairing: chanlix. this is still chanlix. this will always be chanlix.

summary: single and lonely on christmas, felix makes an offhand wish to have someone to love. the man who appears in his kitchen the next morning to make that wish come true is the last thing he expects.

song: fictional ~ khloe rose

this section’s word count: 5.6k

warnings: i don’t think there are many ?? ummmm the boys(tm) are in love so if you’re homophobic gtfo, the tiniest bit of angst if you squint bc felix is insecure, also felix is still thirsty he’d like some water pls

small a/n: part two! i highly recommend reading part one before this as this will make more sense. i have part one linked above (: also i’m still in the process of editing this, which i’m going to focus on once all parts are written and posted

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The next several days passed without much excitement, much to Felix’s relief. The time consisted of both Chan and Felix learning to love with each other and become more comfortable in their shared space.

Felix took an extra day off work to help Chan settle in more before having to return and leave the spirit at home. He felt horrible the day after when he had to leave Chan and go back to work, but he knew it was for the best.

During the day, Felix went to work and sat at a desk and dreamed about clocking out and going home to the man waiting for him. He was mildly embarrassed to admit just how quickly Chan had worked his way into Felix’s heart, but the damage was done, there was no going back to how he was before.

Chan was the sweetest person Felix had ever met, he was convinced of it. Yes, he hadn’t known the other very long at all but there was no way anyone else could even compete. All of Felix’s past loves were shadows in comparison to the beacon of light that found himself in the center of Felix’s life.

With anyone else, he would’ve been scared he was moving too fast and getting himself in too deep. He and Chan had spoken about it, made it clear from their first day together that Chan was there to fill Felix’s lovesick heart the way he craved so intensely. And he had, he was there when Felix woke up, came home from work and went to sleep.

That wasn’t to say he catered himself completely to Felix’s every desire. He had his own little quirks that endeared him to Felix even more, one of those being his ability to Christmas-ify any and every room he walked into on a whim.

Felix couldn’t believe his eyes his first day home from work to see his apartment decked out in Christmas decor. Little baubles had been placed here and there and paper garlands were strung across the apartment. His sad little Christmas tree he’d put up in the corner had been completely transformed into a glowing masterpiece, just the same as the sad little tree in “A Charlie Brown Christmas” had been. And to top it all off, the whole apartment smelled like fresh cookies.

Felix didn’t know if spirits were allowed to marry, but if they were, he would’ve proposed on the spot.

His apartment had never felt quite as much like a home as it did once Chan aggressively redecorated, making the apartment look like a scene straight out of a cheesy Christmas movie. It was a bit overboard, but Felix didn’t have the heart to say so when he saw the utterly joyful expression coloring Chan’s face.

Christmas was his favorite time of year but he hadn’t properly celebrated Christmas in too long. The most he’d done was put up a tree and maybe some lights on his apartment balcony as he had been by himself every Christmas since college. He was grateful for Chan coming in and springboarding him right into the Christmas spirit.

Although the two of them were spending lots of time together outside of Felix’s work, their relationship hadn’t progressed farther than cuddling while watching a movie or falling asleep. They had time and while Felix was more than happy to let his inner monologue go crazy over Chan, he didn’t want to jump into anything more physical until they’d been on a few dates at least.

One of those dates Felix had been planning for some time, or at least a couple hours while he was supposed to be working.

Chan had a penchant for cookie baking that nearly put Felix’s brownie skills to shame; he’d made large batches of the tasty treats in three different variations since arriving in Felix’s kitchen almost a week ago. And while Felix figured a lot of people would get tired of the baked goods constantly covering his counters in different little tins Chan found, he was not one of those people. Felix had a notorious sweet tooth that could rival that of a five year old’s so he wasn’t complaining by any means.

It had sparked an idea for their first official date, a metaphorical bulb lighting up above Felix’s head when the thought popped into his brain. An ad had popped up while scrolling through TikTok for a shop where people could decorate their own Christmas cookies. As soon as he saw it, he knew it was the perfect place to bring Chan.

He made a reservation for the next night, barely able to contain his excitement and stop himself from spoiling the surprise to Chan when he got home.

“Someone’s happy,” Chan commented when Felix came home hours later. He was in the kitchen, absentmindedly stirring something on the stove and the smell immediately made Felix’s stomach grumble in interest.

Felix hummed, nodding and making his way over to Chan so he could peek over his shoulder at the pan on the stove.

“How’d you know?”

Chan gave Felix a dimply smile before shrugging. “It’s just one of those things.”

“You say that, but I have the feeling it’s another one of your little powers you haven’t mentioned yet.”

Chan just shrugged again, smile still on his face as he looked back to the pot of pasta on the stove. “It might be, you never know.”

Felix groaned and shook his head. “Why can’t you just tell me?”

“Where’d the fun be in that?” Chan giggled, wiggling his hips slightly in a way that made him look like more an excited, oversized puppy than the powerful spirit he was.

And if Felix’s heart didn’t skip a beat or three at the sight.

“Okay, fine, don’t tell me. You’re lucky you’re cute,” Felix grumbled quietly, hardly realizing the words that were leaving his mouth before they tumbled out.

Moments later, a soft squeaking noise came from Chan’s general direction as he tried not to choke on his own spit.

“Y-You… you think I’m cute?” Chan’s words were hushed, his tone disbelieving.

Felix felt his brain stop for a second as it caught up with his words before nodding quickly, unable to help the adoring little smile growing on his face. “I- I, um, yeah, I really do.”

Chan’s own shy smile mirrored Felix’s, his face flushing a bright shade of pink as he looked back at the pot of pasta. “I- uh, o-oh wow, would you look at that, the food’s done. Do- do you want a bowl?”

Felix nodded once again and went to retrieve two bowls for Chan and himself. He chose to ignore Chan’s blatant subject change after being complimented for the time being. Instead, he decided to bring it up later when the other didn’t seem quite so flustered and was less likely to burn himself on the hot surfaces he was surrounded by.

Chan hurried through serving Felix and then himself, keeping his head ducked to try and hide his reddened face the whole time. He offered Felix an awkward, sheepish giggle, waddling into the other room without another word.

Felix shook his head and followed Chan into the other room, fond smile dancing on his lips as he looked after the other. He settled down on the couch next to Chan, not at all thinking about the way their knees lightly rested against each other as he pushed the pasta around in his bowl.

“So, um, I was thinking we could go out tomorrow night,” he began after a moment. “One of my days off from work is tomorrow and we haven’t been on an actual date yet.”

He looked up from his bowl to once again find Chan beaming at him, dimples etched deep on either side of his mouth, the embarrassment from earlier long forgotten. Felix had the fleeting thought run through his mind that he’d never seen someone as beautiful as the man sitting opposite him. The thought was quickly followed up by another right after of how lucky he was to be faced with that bright smile everyday. And to be the cause of it so often made him feel wholly unworthy.

Chan was the sun, and Felix was a simple sunflower, greedily basking in the warmth of the other’s gaze.

It had only been a few days and already, Felix was unsure how he’d made it this far without the Christmas fairy in his life.

“You want to go on a date?” Chan asked, his voice snapping Felix out of his daze and back to the present.

Felix blinked at Chan dumbly a couple times before nodding and giving the other a small smile in return. “That’s part of why you’re here, right? So we can do cute couple things together?”

“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t sure if you actually wanted to-“

“Channie,” Felix interrupted, scooting closer and putting his face in front of Chan’s so he couldn’t escape his gaze. He also refused to think about how quickly and easily that little nickname slipped out of his lips. “Why would I not want to go out with you? I haven’t known you for a very long time, but I do know that you’re kind, funny, the best cookie maker in the whole world, and quite possibly the hottest person I’ve ever met. I want to take you out and make you smile and let everyone be jealous that someone as amazing as you would be with someone like me.”

Sometime during his short speech, Felix’s hand had found its way to rest on Chan’s arm. And once Felix realized, he kept his hand where it was, secretly enjoying the feel of Chan’s arm under his hand.

Not that Chan had noticed, his face red and eyes wide as he stared back at Felix.

“Really?” he said quietly, tone unsure. “Y-You mean it?”

Felix gave Chan the sweetest smile he could muster, the Christmas fairy deserved nothing less. “I mean every word.”

Chan let out a soft giggle, looking down at his hands for a brief moment. He looked up at Felix again, who had still not moved away from in front of Chan’s face. This time, his expression wasn’t shy, it was the exact opposite. Chan’s full lips were quirked up in a cocky smirk and one of his eyebrows was raised as he gazed at Felix, who suddenly felt much too warm and too close to the other.

“So, you think I’m hot, huh?” Sadly for Chan, his façade lasted only until the end of that sentence, after which he immediately broke down into embarrassed giggles. He set his half eaten bowl of pasta down on the end table next to him and sunk into the corner of the couch, covering his face with both arms. Tiny, distressed groans and squeaks could also be heard coming from Chan’s general direction.

Felix just sat in his spot for a few seconds too long, his entire face now a deep shade of red to match Chan’s. He let out a nervous giggle of his own, trying not to think too hard about how his stomach was in knots over seeing that new, albeit short lived, side of Chan.

He didn’t know what he was going to do with the sweet, and apparently sometimes feisty, Christmas spirit that had found himself a staple in Felix’s life faster than he’d ever admit.

•••

The next evening couldn’t arrive fast enough.

For Felix, it was torture trying to keep the idea for his date a secret from Chan. And for Chan, it was torture as he followed his human around all day trying to guess what the date could be.

But eventually, it was nearing time for them to head out so they didn’t miss their reservations at the cookie shop.

Felix had told Chan to wear comfy clothes that he didn’t mind getting dirty which was a struggle for Chan as he loved his new, nearly all black wardrobe he’d picked out with Felix the week before. He didn’t want to get any of his new outfits messy, but after much reassurance from Felix that they could be washed, he settled on a set of clothes and the two headed out.

From the moment they walked into the shop, Chan had gone quiet, gazing at the rows of cookies waiting to be decorated in wonder. Felix just followed him around, letting him look at the impressive spread of cookies, icings, and candy decorations they had to choose from. He couldn’t help but smile fondly every time Chan came bouncing up to him, rambling about another type of cookie he just had to decorate and take home.

“Which ones do you want to start with first, Chan?” Felix asked after they started their third lap around the store.

“I- I don’t know, they all look so good,” Chan replied with a slight huff.

“Well, we can decorate a few to begin with and come back for more after. You don’t have to decide on everything right now.”

The smile Chan gave Felix in return was blinding, immediately bounding back to the front of the store so he could start collecting the cookies he wanted.

As he followed Chan around, Felix began to realize just how much he underestimated the amount of energy the spirit truly had. It took another three turns around the shop before Chan was ready to sit down and decorate. To Felix though, the slight twinge in his feet from so much walking was worth it to see Chan’s face permanently lit up with joy.

Another thing that quickly became apparent to Felix was just how skilled Chan was when it came to decorating. They’d barely sat down and already Chan was spreading out the cookies he picked out and icing them to near perfection. He held the little piping bottles expertly, concentrating on filling in every little gap with the colorful frosting.

Felix, on the other hand, was struggling a little more. He’d picked out some cookies for himself and though he considered himself somewhat skilled as a baker, it was clear that talent did not translate over into decorating. While Chan could create the most wonderful little pictures with frosting, Felix was just happy to complete a sad little stick-like snowflake on one of his cookies.

After multiple failed attempts to pipe out a Christmas tree that didn’t look like a blob, Felix huffed in defeat and slumped back in his chair.

“Is it like, a Christmas fairy requirement to just be amazing at cookie decorating?” he asked, looking enviously at the little murals Chan was painting next to him.

Chan shrugged, not looking up from the cookie he was now decorating with tiny candies. “Not necessarily, I’ve- I’ve just always liked it. I can let my creativity be free, you know?”

“I guess, but you’re so good at it, I don’t know how you manage to make every one of them look perfect so effortlessly.” Felix gestured to his tray of cookies with lumpy little pictures on them. “Mine look like they just got run over.”

“They’re not… terrible.”

Giving Chan an incredulous stare, Felix couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his lips seconds later.

“What?” Chan asked, voice squeaky in confusion. “Mine just look this nice because I’ve had a couple more years to perfect my ways.”

“Oh sure, because that’s just practice.” Felix nodded again, wholly unconvinced. “Go back to your decorating and let me be jealous.” He waved a hand dismissively and turned his attention back down to the cookies on his tray. The little smilies he’d shakily drawn onto one cookie stared at him tauntingly, like they knew he tried to make them better but was completely incapable of doing so.

Felix scrunches his eyebrows into a frown and petulantly poked at the cookie, offended by its happiness when he was trying to sulk. From his side, he heard a snicker and whipped his head up to look at Chan. “Don’t laugh at my pain.”

“I’m not laughing, I promise!” Chan snickered again and flinched dramatically when Felix reached out to lightly smack at his arm.

“Yes you were! You think my lack of talent is funny.” Felix pouted, poking his lips out in a way he knew his friends and others had a hard time resisting. Chan was no exception to his ways.

“I’m sorry, I- I didn’t mean to upset you.” The smile was gone from Chan’s face, leaving him looking genuinely concerned.

Felix’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d done. Twice now since Chan came to him had Felix accidentally offended him. Scrambling to correct his error he rushed out, “No! No, no, Channie, no. I’m not upset, I promise. I was just joking.”

Chan still didn’t seem horribly convinced at his words, and Felix once again felt like the worst person alive for making his Christmas fairy feel that way.

His Christmas fairy. Huh. That was new.

“I mean it, I’m really impressed by you and couldn’t create anything close to that. I- I say stupid things sometimes, so don’t listen to me, like, ever. I’m really sorry.” Without thinking, Felix reached a hand out to brush a couple stray curls off of Chan’s forehead. He didn’t miss the way Chan stilled at the move, the tips of his ears flushing a dark red.

“You really like my decorations?” His question was quiet, half unsure and half shy.

“I don’t just like them, I love them. Now, let me watch the master work and maybe I’ll pick up something.” Felix lightly poked Chan on the cheek, grinning when a small smile made its way back onto the other’s face.

“If you insist…” Hesitantly, Chan picked up a new cookie and piping bottle, beginning to work on his next design.

Felix just watched him work, sending the spirit encouraging nods every so often when he held up the cookie to show his progress. He smiled as Chan regained his confidence and momentum after a couple minutes, falling back into his decorating groove.

Some more time passed and Felix started to get restless. He’d handed over his undecorated cookies to Chan, letting him make them pretty in a way he never could but now he was left with nothing to do. Until Felix looked at the little bottles of icing laid out before him and suddenly, he had a very stupid idea.

He picked up one of the bottles of red icing and put a dollop on the paper plate in front of him. Felix stuck his finger in the frosting before turning back towards Chan and lightly poking his cheek. Chan stopped mid-frosting swipe, frowning slightly in confusion and a tiny, surprised giggle leaving his lips.

“What was that for?”

Truthfully, Felix had no real answer other than a simple, “Because I wanted to?”

Giggling once more, Chan looked back at him for a moment, seeming to have an internal conversation with himself. He set down the cookie and offset spatula he had been using to decorate and reached in front of Felix, dipping his finger in the frosting on Felix’s plate. Then, with a mischievous smile of his own, he booped Felix’s nose, leaving a smudge of red icing.

“There, now we match,” he announced proudly.

“I guess we do. But maybe I should just…” Felix trailed off, grabbing the bottle with the green icing and putting a dot on his finger. He glanced at Chan and, wiggling his eyebrows, smeared a line of the frosting along the top of his cheek, right above the initial spot he’d left.

Chan’s eyes widened and he reached for the blue frosting to repeat the action of swiping a line across Felix’s cheek. Felix laughed, going for another bottle of frosting.

“Maybe this is the decorating I’m good at,” he joked, making a couple dots on Chan’s other cheek. There was a distant thought in the back of his head that they shouldn’t be doing this with the frosting and they could get in trouble for it. But one look at Chan’s smiling, red face and Felix couldn’t find it in himself to care too much.

The two went back and forth for a couple minutes, sharing laughs and shy glances as their faces became more and more covered in the bright frosting. They probably received some weird stares but neither noticed, too wrapped up in each other to think about anything else.

“I hope this doesn’t stain,” Chan whispered, leaning in close to Felix like he was sharing a deep secret.

“If it does, too bad. At least we’ll both look silly,” Felix shrugged with another laugh. “We should probably try wiping it off soon though, I don’t want the owners to kick us out.”

Chan nodded and picked up one of the paper towels that laid untouched in a pile by their cookie trays. He focused once again on Felix, lightly swiping it over a spot of frosting on his chin.

“Hold still for me.” The soft tone of his voice made Felix freeze, heart thundering in his chest at all of Chan’s attention on him, his face so close. He took in every inch of Chan’s perfect face, the light freckles across his nose that couldn’t be seen from far away, the way his eyebrows furrowed as he realized, “Uh oh. Felix… it’s not coming off.”

Felix was so deep in his own mind he barely heard or registered the other’s words. When the words finally sunk into his brain, his eyes went wide. “Wait, really?”

Nodding once again, Chan sat back immediately, his eyebrows still scrunched together as he studied the streaks across Felix’s face. “I think we’re both gonna look weird for a while.”

“Oops?” Felix offered unhelpfully and scooted forward in his chair, reaching for a paper towel to try and wipe the color off Chan’s face in return. Chan stayed still, closing his eyes while Felix dabbed at his face. Sure enough, the layer of frosting came off, but not the colors of the dye underneath. His skin was lightly stained, the little dots and streaks Felix painted stayed right where they were.

Even with the mismatched colors all over him, Chan was still the prettiest person Felix had ever seen. He was sure, now more than ever, that nobody else on earth would ever change that.

“There we go, all done.”

Slowly, Chan’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Felix’s. Felix was sure time slowed down in that moment as he looked at the beautiful man in front of him, the world fading into static around them. They were so close but so far away, and all Felix could think about was closing the distance that separated them; a couple short inches and he’d have what he’d been dreaming of for what felt like forever.

But not here, not in this crowded shop. His Christmas fairy deserved better, his Christmas fairy deserved nothing short of the whole world.

Felix tore his eyes away from Chan’s, turning back to the discarded cookies beside them.

“We should- we should, um, go,” he muttered. “I’ll go pay and get a box for these, okay?”

Chan just blinked several times, seeming dazed for a second before he gave a hum in affirmation that he’d heard.

Minutes later, they were walking back home, and all either of them could think about was what had happened inside the shop. Felix didn’t like the silence that hung between them.

He hated it, actually. He couldn’t keep messing up like this, Chan deserved better.

Long minutes turned to quiet hours and all too soon, Felix was getting ready to sleep, Chan already in bed in the room next to him. They hadn’t said much, neither of them knowing how to broach the subject of earlier. They made small talk, ate dinner and watched a movie together.

Felix still climbed into bed, curling up on his side. Chan still wrapped his arm around Felix’s waist, pulling him against his chest. Things were a little weird, but wouldn’t be forever. They could handle a little awkwardness for a day or two.

Next time, Felix would get it right, he silently promised Chan, and himself, as Chan’s steady breathing slowly lulled him to sleep.

•••

Another thing Felix had quickly learned about the Christmas fairy was that he could not sleep. He didn’t know if this was a problem all Christmas spirits had, but it was clearly one that Chan struggled with. More nights than not, Felix would wake up at three am to find Chan gone, in the kitchen baking or making hot chocolate.

Tonight was one such night.

Felix had woken up to again find that Chan was no longer next to him and instead had went off to the kitchen, presumably. Normally, Felix would just stay in bed and fall back to sleep, but tonight was different. He felt a pull, like something was telling him he should get up and join Chan in his late night kitchen adventures. So, he dragged himself out of bed and trudged toward the kitchen.

It had been a few days since the Incident and they still hadn’t talked about it. Things had been awkward at first and it had taken some time, but a couple batches of baked goods later and everything didn’t seem quite as dire as it had before.

Felix wandered into the kitchen and was met with the sight of Chan’s bare back as he stood in front of the stove. While Felix preferred to wear his cute, warm pajamas at night, Chan opted to sleep in shorts; though he suspected the reason Chan bothered to wear anything at all was just to keep Felix from feeling uncomfortable. Not that he would’ve minded if Chan wore less, which was another thought he’d tried desperately to push to the back of his brain whenever possible.

Chan heard the quiet shuffling of Felix’s feet on the floor and turned toward him, offering him a slightly concerned look.

“Felix? Are you okay, what are you doing up?”

Felix just shrugged, because once again, he had no good answer for the Christmas fairy. “I- I noticed you were gone and wanted to check on you.”

To that, Chan smiled softly and turned back to the pot of hot cocoa in front of him. “I’m fine, just can’t sleep sometimes, you know?”

By now, Felix had made his way to stand next to Chan and was watching him stir absentmindedly. “I’ve noticed.”

Things were back to being awkward and Felix hated it.

He wanted to fix it and make things better but he didn’t know how. What was he supposed to say? “You know that really awkward moment a couple days ago? I was really close to kissing you because you looked so pretty but didn’t want to because it wasn’t the right time and you deserve better than that and-“

“Do you want some?” Felix was snapped out of his inward spiraling by Chan’s question.

“I- what?” He asked dumbly, his brain still not having caught up with the moment.

“The cocoa, do you want some? I can make more if you want any.” There Chan was, still smiling sweetly at him like Felix hadn’t been a huge idiot in every way since the first day he showed up. Felix truly didn’t deserve anyone like his Christmas fairy.

His Christmas fairy. Oh fuck, there it was again.

“Felix, are you sure you’re okay?” Chan was frowning now and reached out to feel his forehead with the back of his hand. “Are you getting sick?”

Upon Chan’s skin touching his, Felix’s brain kicked back into overdrive, making him back away quickly. “N-No! No, I’m okay, I’m sorry. My brain’s just been… elsewhere, I guess.”

Chan just tilted his head, giving him a long, considering look. Eventually he sighed and looked away. “I can hear you overthinking again.”

There really was no hiding from Chan with his Christmas-spirit-emotion-telling-thing he had. That didn’t stop Felix from panicking internally.

This was one half of the two things he hated about love. The confessing. He was a chronic over-explainer and always rambled on for too long and weirded the other person out with how much he talked. He couldn’t help it; when he fell, it was deep and hard and there was never any going back.

Not that he was falling for Chan, except that he definitely was.

“Please talk to me, Felix,” Chan said, his voice barely more than a murmur. “I know it’s about the other day, stuff has been weird ever since then.”

Felix took a deep breath. It was time to face his anxieties and be honest. This was Chan, his sweet, lovely Christmas fairy that made him hot cocoa in the middle of the night and looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. He could tell Chan anything and would still receive that same smile that brightened his mornings and made his nights glow.

“About that,” he began, huffing out a sheepish laugh, “it’s stupid, really. I just- in the shop, you looked so, um, so pretty and I really wanted to kiss you but it wasn’t- it wasn’t the right time. I- I wanted to give you the perfect moment because you’re so amazing and- and you deserve something just as special.”

“Felix… why didn’t you tell me?” Some time during his stumbled explanation, Chan appeared in front of Felix, fixing him with such an earnest gaze that he was sure his legs nearly turned to jelly.

“I- I didn’t know how to. I was scared I’d messed up again and made things awkward and I didn’t want to make things worse.” Felix looked down, feeling a burning blush spread like wildfire across his face. Seconds later, a hand tilted his chin up and he was staring into Chan’s warm brown eyes. He was smiling faintly, his head tilted just slightly to the side with his dark curls falling across his forehead.

“What had you imagined?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper.

That took Felix aback. Truthfully, he hadn’t fully planned it out, but different scenes would float across his mind throughout the day. One minute, it was them ice skating, twirling around with each other; and the next, they were outside as the snow fell around them, glittering against the twinkle lights brightening the night.

He closed his eyes, and concentrated on the scene that appeared most in his brain.

“We’d go out, maybe we’d go ice skating, it’d be at an outdoor rink I know of. There are pretty Christmas lights hanging all around and it just feels so magical; we’d skate and maybe hold hands, I’d stress about having sweaty hands or tripping and falling on my face. We’d take a break for some hot cocoa before skating a little more and when the moment was just right, I’d turn toward you and ask before kissing you.” Felix��s eyes were still squeezed shut, wistful smile gracing his face.

And then there were two large hands cupping either side of his face and his eyes were flying open, once again meeting Chan’s searching gaze. He was close, so close. Felix’s breath caught in his chest as he gazed at the wondrous man in front of him. Mere inches separated them but it felt like a mile wide ravine.

“How attached are you to that idea?” Felix could feel Chan’s warmth breath on his face and his brain short-circuiting in response.

“N-Not very, anymore.”

“Then can I please kiss you?”

Unable to form words, Felix just nodded, closing his eyes once again as Chan leaned in. Softly, almost tentatively, Chan pressed his lips to Felix’s. They were soft, just as Felix had imagined, and he hurried to reciprocate, his hands coming up to gently rest on either of Chan’s sides.

It wasn’t like any other kiss Felix had ever experienced. With other people, it had been nice, wonderful, even. He’d tried to push himself to feel the fireworks spoken about in his favorite books and had never had anything close to that experience. But that wasn’t this either, there were no fireworks.

Instead, kissing Chan felt like coming home.

He felt like a warm hug on a cold day, reassuring and there. He was the sun after a long winter night and a refreshing swim in the middle of summer. This wasn’t the feeling Felix had dreamed of, but one so much better; one he hadn’t known he’d needed and now one he knew he’d never be able to live without again.

Moments passed and all too soon, Chan was pulling away, leaving Felix forever wanting more. He knew right away that he’d never be able to get enough of those kisses, of Chan himself.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, blinking at Chan with a slightly dazed smile.

Chan smiled back, always and forever looking at Felix like he held the world. “Was that okay?”

Felix couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle at the question. “That was the best kiss I’ve ever received.”

Chan’s beautiful, dimply smile grew ever wider as he started to lean in once more. “Then would you mind if I did it again?”

This time, Felix beat him to it, wrapping his arms around Chan’s neck and eagerly pressing his lips against Chan’s. Chan let out a small, surprised noise but still returned the kiss, fitting perfectly with Felix.

As he pulled Chan in closer, Felix couldn’t stop smiling. Finally, he had someone to love and someone who loved him just as much.

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read part three here!

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disneynerdpumpkin · 1 year ago

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Just went to see Wish! Literally JUST came out of the theater about a few hours ago.

SPOILER WARNING, PROCEED WITH YOUR OWN DISCRETION

Reminder: these are my opinions on this movie. This is just a fun review I'm writing

Needless to say, this movie is a MASTERPIECE.

I'm not going to lie, it was too fast-paced and it could've been a lot longer (it was only an hour and 30 minutes, after all), and it re-used a lot of previous Disney material, I really expected it to be better; but that doesn't make it any less amazing!

It definitely wasn't what I expected, but it doesn't mean I love it any less 🥰

The animation was GORGEOUS. Literally STUNNING. I was in awe the entirety of the movie. LITERALLY IN AWE.

(I was among like 3 other people in the theater, so it was almost like I had the whole experience to myself! Not sure if I'm happy about it or angry that more people didn't come to watch it tho)

Okay now I'll get into the plot:

:inhales:

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The first few minutes of the movie, and I was already fangirling SO HARD. And within the first few MINUTES of the movie, I was CRYING. (You know a movie's good when the movie's barely even started and you're CRYING.)

THEY MADE THE OPENING A STORYBOOK OPENING 😭🥰❤️ (like the storybook openings in Cinderella, Snow White, Pinocchio, The Sword in the Stone, Enchanted, etc.)

I had to PHYSICALLY RESTRAIN myself from screaming (because of course I'm in public movie theater and I can't disturb the audience)

(As an actual ballet dancer, I loved how Disney accurately depicted the dancer in the storybook, not with a frilly tutu and pointe shoes with ribbons tied way too high above the knee. Cuz as a dancer I can confirm that that "stereotypical" ballerina appearance is not how we dress at all and Disney depicted the dancer more accurately! And they had the dancer in a gorgeous purple!!!)

And I was freaking out seeing all the songs and their fully animated scenes. (There were literally only like 3 other people in the theater so I sung the songs and I wasn't disturbing the experience for anyone at all while doing it, so that was fun) I FREAKED OUT during "Welcome To Rosas"

"AT ALL COSTS" WAS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!! A villain-heroine duet was an interesting choice for this song; and the lyrics had so much meaning behind them (Asha's words being genuine, and Magnifico's being for his own desires)

STAR IS SO ADORABLE!!! I can't say it enough, STAR IS SO ADORABLE I LOVE HIM SM ❤️ I CRIED when Star got sucked into Magnifico's staff (but thankfully he was okay in the end!)

I can't say it enough, "This Wish" was BEAUTIFUL I love it sm!!! Ariana DeBose performed it BEAUTIFULLY. So perfect 😭

And there were so many twists in the plot that made me audibly GASP. And I cried a lot lol There were so many great moments of humor that actually cracked me up

I loved seeing Magnifico go from (kindof) calm to being driven INSANE with power. And I loved how Disney didn't kill him off and just trapped him inside his own staff

I will admit, Magnifico was a jerk and so manipulative and mad with power and very narcissistic, but Disney made him hot and that distracted me lol

He was evil even before he used the spellbook he's a narcissistic jerk (but he's a DILF and i've fallen for him omg)

I was really sad that Magnifico and Amaya weren't madly in love in the movie though :(

Hot villain king destroying people's wishes and making them forget them, and USING THEM to power his own sorcery?

MAGNIFICO DILF ALERT

"I'm A Star" was so cute!!!! I loved the "classic Disney" feel with all the animals and trees singing (the turtle was especially cute I loved him lol) I loved all the scenes where the animals talked lol (especially the ones with the deer, and the one with the bear and the bunnies!) (But the lyric with "shareholders"...Disney do you even know what that word means!?! There were plenty of other words you could've used. But overall I really liked that song.)

THERE WERE SO MANY DISNEY REFERENCES AND I LOVED IT SM (especially being an actual Disnerd cuz i understood all of them)

EVERYTHING WAS SO DETAILED AND I LOVE IT (one of things I noticed was that everyone's clothing looked like it was taken from Sleeping Beauty and Rosas looked SO MUCH like the village in Pinocchio, just a lot bigger)

(A lot of people didn't like the movie because it was combining a lot of Disney's previous work; but in Disney's defense, they said that this movie is celebrating 100 years of Disney animation, for Disney 100. So it makes sense that they would do this.)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I loved it sm

And I love the concept of the wishes being in magic bubbles/spheres

I love how Star gave Asha a magic wand!!! And I love that he loves yarn and knitting things 😭❤️ so cute

I loved all of Asha's friends and how supportive they are of her and how they care so much about her. Asha can I join your friend group please?!?!?!?!? Ngl, I wish they didn't base them and their personalities off the 7 dwarves and just developed their own original personalities, but they're still great characters nonetheless!

I don't like how they tried to make Asha the Fairy Godmother at the end though (they don't even look the same!) Edit: It was a just a reference and I understand that now lol I was just confused for a bit and I honestly love the idea of Asha being a fairy godmother now, she honestly gives off those vibes more than she does princess vibes.

The MUSIC?!?!?! Don't even get me started The music and the songs were so fresh! I genuinely loved them (edit: yes, some of the lyrics were bad lol and repetitive but I genuinely don't think that a reason to throw all the music out the window)

And I ABSOLUTELY LOVED how they put EVERY SINGLE WALT DISNEY ANIMATION STUDIOS MOVIE, IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER, IN THE END CREDITS (represented through characters)! And I absolutely LOVED that they used the "classic Disney" title fonts for the opening AND the credits!

And I love how Asha's grandfather played "When You Wish Upon A Star" as the after-credits scene! I was feeling SO MANY EMOTIONS when I was watching this movie.

Basically the only thing I didn't like about the movie is that I was running late and didn't have time to buy an ICEE to drink while watching the movie 😔 And my popcorn was way too salty

I literally don't care about all of the bad reviews Wish got, this movie was GORGEOUS. Yes, there are some things that could've been better, but that doesn't mean that it wasn't good (I wouldn't PAY to see a movie I wouldn't like) Absolutely can't wait for it to come on Disney+ so I can watch it again

So overall I would rate Wish a 7/10.

Now I have to go and start on Thanksgiving cooking lol God bless you all, have a happy Thanksgiving :)

#disneynerdpumpkin #disney #disney wish #wish disney #wish 2023 #movie review #fangirling so hard rn #disney 100 #disney animation #walt disney animation #josfaruqprweghwoelml;amf;jopeuquprqowwjrl;qnerf #ahhhhhhhh #literally had to watch it on release day #I loved it sm #even though a lot of other people didn't #i wished it was longer but it was still pretty good

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noblesixofhalo · 1 year ago

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Fallout Bebop

Alright before I get started, I'm not trying to ruin anything or retcon Fallout or Cowboy Bebop for that matter, this is just something that I want to write about off an on as long as I am still committed to my playthrough of Fallout 4. (New Vegas requires a ton of space on my PC which I don't have right now sadly) It's not the greatest of writing but I'm not hear to write a masterpiece, just whatever comes to my mind. I will get the next chapter out by tomorrow maybe. I'm still trying to continue with where I left off on Saturday when I completed chapter. Anyway without further ado, let's get started. Btw the "tall skinny individual in the intro is not Spike lol, it's supposed to be me but as the main character in any Fallout game so it can be whoever. I don't spend much time making my character, I just play around with their appearance a bit and just give them a normal look to them. Anyway let's start.

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Introduction

*Theme song of Cowboy Bebop "Tank!" plays before fading*

*Piano music plays in the background before a male singer begins*

When you attend a funeral It is sad to think that sooner or later Those you love will do the same for you And you may have thought it tragic Not to mention other adjectives To think of all the weeping they will do But don't you worry.

No more ashes, no more sackcloth And an armband made of black cloth Will some day never more adorn a sleeve For if the bomb that drops on you Gets your friends and neighbors too There'll be nobody left behind to grieve.

And we will all go together when we go Oh, what a comforting fact that is to know Universal bereavement, an inspiring achievement Yes, we all will go together when we go..... *fade to black*

*Narrator begins his monologue*

War. War never changes. Nearly 200 years ago after decades of conflict over Earth's last resources, the world was plunged into nuclear fire. The atomic conflagration between the world's nuclear powers ended in a span of only two hours but in those short few hours, the world was reduced to ruin and billions of lives snuffed out by atomic fire and by the aftermath of this nuclear holocaust. Though civilization as humanity knew it ceased to exist on Earth, the tale of humanity still preserved despite many challenges and trials ahead. Thanks to years of false alarms and the cry wolf effect, very few took the warnings seriously and those who were fortunate enough to make it to the safety to the underground Vaults, their fate was in the hands of the overseers who either delivered the survivors a new life from war and death or a life of hell at the hands of their new mad scientists. In the many decades since the Great War in 2077, societies that some how managed to escape the ravages of nuclear war and the societal collapse, have colonized much of the solar system thanks to the help of the Intersolar Brotherhood of Steel who have dedicated their lives and their mission to colonize other planets. Thanks to the technological advancements made by the IBOS, the very few humans left on Earth have managed to make space their home free from the horrors of the atomic wasteland and the constant struggles that plagued humanity since the bombs fell. Amid rising crime, the Intersolar Brotherhood of Steel have created a legalized contract system similar to prewar bounty hunting who are dedicated to capturing criminals not just on Earth but throughout the solar system. With the help of the Inter Solar System Police, the official police force of the Intersolar Brotherhood of Steel, bounty hunting has expanded beyond the atomic wasteland on Earth and into the stars above.

*Atomic Wasteland, unknown location in the former United States of America*

A taller somewhat skinny looking individual equipped with combat armor and old military fatigues and a trusty Pip-Boy 3000 courtesy of Robco Industries, was prepping for a long haul to a great unknown. Next to him was a skinny and lanky looking androgynous teenage girl with fiery red hair and a goofy looking grin that seemed constantly in one mode and that was happy, giggly and bubbly all the time. The strange man didn't mind and often was happy to see her with nothing but endless content regardless of the world that he and she are forced to grow up in. He met this strange child a few months ago after he found her wandering endlessly in nothing but open wilderness and the harsh atomic wasteland. One would have to wonder if this child was part ghoul or was naturally immune to radiation as no child would be sane enough to go out in the wasteland without proper protection.

"Rad X?

"Check, check, check!"

"Radaway?"

"Check, check, check, checky check!"

"Stimpaks?"

"Check, check!"

"Purified water, bandages, and extra food?"

"Oooooooh do you got nuki, nuki colas for Edward?"

"I'm afraid not kiddo and besides that stuff is bad for you, I don't know how prewar society could handle such a sugary concoction."

"120% the daily recommended sugars!"

The young girl proudly beamed proud of her statement of fact. The strange man smirked at her before continuing with the checklist.

He made sure that he was armed enough to go out in the wasteland. He was tasked on a secret mission by the Detachment, a paramilitary organization that provides extra security for anyone that has the caps for it. Truth be told, it was a pretty insignificant faction that had little to no name recognition other than the fact that they were well armed, and they provided security for any organization out there that wasn't just comprised of degenerate raiders. Originally the strange man was going to drop off Edward at the nearest settlement and not have to deal with her but overtime he grew protective of her and considered dumping her at the nearest settlement one of the last things he wished to do given the dangers of the wasteland. But he also argued that this child was capable of taking care of herself without adults but child or not, raiders would not care.

"Alright I got my gear ready, take the chem but only once we don't want any side affects causing problems for you. You're how old again Ed?"

"13, 13, 13!"

"Let's try one dose for now. It says on the bottle that it won't cause any addiction but I don't want to risk it."

"Hehe, you worry too much."

"I just...I just don't want you to get hurt".

"I'll be fine!"

She giggled as he gave her the one chem of Rad-X, sure enough after she took the dose, nothing happened. The man took his dose of Rad-X and off they were to the great unknown ready for anything. He debated whether or not he wanted to stay with the Detachment or if he wanted to just keep going his own way with this child. He had plenty of caps and was perfectly capable of plowing through the wastes though having a NBC suit on would be more ideal, he thought.

"Alright let's go kiddo."

"Right!"

#cowboy bebop #fallout series #fallout new vegas #fallout 3 #fallout 4 #spike speigal #jet black #faye valentine #ein cowboy bebop #radical edward #cowboy bebop fanfiction #fallout fanfic #see you space cowboy #not related to beboptober lol #my first attempt #hope it doesn't suck

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madisonbeersource · 1 year ago

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I’m sure that Silence Between Songs is the kind of album that I wouldn't like directly.

(unlike Life Support which was love at first sight) but that I would like it after listening to the songs several times.

for example, I didn't really like "Envy the leaves" at first listen, but now I think It’s a very pleasant song to listen to.

when I listened to “Life Support” and heard “Homesick” (I’m a Rick and Morty fan so understand my emotion) or “Stained Glass” I was immediately won over. from the first listen.

I’m still listening to the album I really love “Ryder.” I don't know, I think it's a moving song.

In “Life Support” there were songs that could make you cry like « Default » or “Selfish” (even though this song is a real masterpiece) or like “Everything Happens For A Reason”. But in the new album there are mouving songs. not necessarily sad.

« Reckless » is a sad song. Honestly this song is clearly the “Selfish” from “Silence Between Songs”. It's about deception, broken hearts...but the instrumental is of incomparable quality.

in « Life Support » , we felt that Madi wanted to talk to us about mental health. especially in « Default ». I felt that. This sadness and this distress.

But I don't feel that in the New album.

I have the impression that she seems to be doing a little better, that she’s still looking for her musical identity a little and that she wanted to prove to people that she is capable of singing something other than pop songs like “Baby” or “Boyshit” which are quite upbeat.

For all these reasons, for the fact that I learn to love and discover the album (and not to fall in love immediately) and that I learn, like everyone else, that she looks like getting better, I give it a score of 9,3 out of 10.

I don't know why Madi is so underrated.

She deserves to be nominated for competitions, to win prizes, if only for the fact that she writes and that she participates enormously in the creation of her songs.

I could even say that "Life Support" convinced me more than "Positions" by Ariana Grande (even if I am a big fan of Ari.)

We understood each theme of Madi's songs, they were intimate, (as if we could talk with Madi) moving, sometimes sad. and above all, they were not talking about the same thing, where Ari only talked about sexual relations.

I don't know why, but I feel that "Silence Between Songs" is well on its way to becoming my new favorite and joining its brother "Life Support" which is already in my heart.

tell me what u think about all this

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P.S : Call me baby, I Know u go home to another one 💃🏽💃🏽💃🏽

P.P.S : My thumbs hurt, I've written too much

P.P.P.S : Can u tag me ? ❤️

@safinkd (you ask me to tag you...i hope that is what you meant qsdfghgfds)

also you voiced my thoughts exactly, SBS is not the same intensity as Life Support, like we've waited for Life support for years, it felt as if we wrote it w her, and idk I think she wrote it in a way like it couldn't have been better...like from the intro to channel surfing the direction the production was INSANE like the songs placement, idk something felt like a once in a lifetime event !

SBS missed on songs like follow the white rabbit, you know what i mean, like dark, addictive, twisted but still w her vulnerability does that make sense? sdfghgfds but you feel me.

but SBS is still a GOD DAMN MASTERPIECE of an album, just different and maybe a lil more mature, it makes me feel the same way as when billie Eilish released her new album like i felt the same way i didn't like "happier than ever" compared to "when we all fall asleep where do we go?" it felt the same way w SBS except i actually enjoy all the SBS songs!

the whole album feels like this gif

yes I LOVED when she went from good in goodbye to default then follow the white rabbit IT WAS BRILLIANT, SBS does not feel as tied up in a beautiful ribbon but maybe i like darker stuff than SBS IDK but once again i think SBS grows on u as u listen to it!!

Positions by ariana was trash ngl ...................................... like a whole album about sex? it's sad imo.

ps; say you hate me, it's okay boy you're not the only oneeeeee

i love you x

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ghoulishjester · 2 years ago

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"Frankenstein's Monster"

Song Fic - POINT OF NO RETURN - Lana Lubany Pairing: Platonic! Peony Vectrum (OC) x Thadeus Becile Summary: Peony, Thadeus' close friend, died due to unforeseen circumstances. He couldn't stand that a woman he cared for had been murdered at a young age, and a mother no less, so he uses Peony as the beta experiment to bring back another woman he cared for, Delilah. Genre: Angst Word Count: 3,240 Warnings: Resurrection, talks of death, arguments, descriptions of corpses, sad mother stuff, crying, and iggy being slightly traumatized along with peony, bug mentions

Goosebumps had decorated the middle-aged man's skin like a popcorn ceiling. He was staring at his own creation before him. It looked like an abstract masterpiece with all of the machinery he had crafted with his bare hands. "Finally, it is finally finished..." He sounded exhausted, physically and emotionally within his own vessel. He looked over to the darker part of the room, eyeing the silhouette that lay still on the floor like a mournful statue. It was Peony's cadaver.

She had her hands crossed over her form. The very same form that was dressed in a vibrant yellow dress of her time. A crinolette type of dress that was mixed with a bustle. Her hair was symmetrical, her deep brown hair with the bangs long and twisted and tucked behind the ears, and the rest of her hair is parted and ordained with swirls and braids. Her once lively peach-colored skin had been dulled to that of a dusted bone. Her makeup is now almost gone and stained on her epidermis. A silent sob wanted to rack his body, but he pushed that feeling down. He had to focus, he had to do this! For her, for Delilah. He knew he was being selfish but, wouldn't his friend want to aid him in bringing someone he loved back to life?? Wouldn't Peony understand how dire this situation was??? Isn't that what friends were for?? He walked over to her, thankful that her eyes were closed at this time. He couldn't have bared to do this if she was staring at him with those dark eyes of hers, once they were filled with the joys of life, now possibly filled with maggots, eating their way around her skull. He lifted her up gingerly, wincing at how stiff she was, feeling as if he was carrying clay to an altar as if they were acting in parts. She was Galatea and he was Pygmalian. Except there was no love here, just the sense of greed and remorse hanging in the air and swirling in a sickly tornado of emotions. A metal thud rang in the air, as her body hit the metal table, making him cringe with worry. It didn't sound good, but it had been nothing. He went behind the placeholder and flipped some switches, causing a high-pitched humming to commence. Next was the most dangerous part of the process, dealing with the green matter. This sweet rock candy-like mineral glowed within its container. This would be the key to her revival. He placed on thick leather gloves and grasped the rock, his hands forming a prayer stance as he shut his eyes, quietly slipping silent prayers from his mind to his mouth, praying that this would work. He placed it in a cylinder metal container, the stone thumping gently against the floor of the tube before being closed off from the outside. His feet retraced back to the switches. His finger was idle around the final switch that would start this process. Wincing and his body movements placed him back away from the lever, before finally pulling it down. An orchestra of blaring noises erupted within this space, and the giant metal chandelier from above the table struck down lightning against the young woman's carcass. The bolts of electricity danced along the nerves that laid dormant in her body. Something was happening. Her once stiff hands soon became soft and even slid down to her sides. Her plain brows now adorning a worried expression. "I-It's working!" He exclaimed, watching as her body was seeming to fill with some sort of life! His hope-filled orbs were soon replaced with a look of confusion and fear. The more the lightning bore down on her, the more she changed. Her skin slowly turning into a shamrock green, a dark ink like substance oozed out from under her eyelids, and creaky groans left her mouth. No no no! This is not how it was supposed to go! Thadeus tried pulling up the lever again, but it wouldn't budge! He tried and tried again but halted, even jumped slightly when screams erupted from the area where she lay. He glanced back over and his brows stitched together as he saw her eyes fly open. The sclera of her eyes now bore an onyx color, and the iris of her eye

was now a bright neon green that seemed to glow from how vibrant they were against the darker color palette she now bore.

With one final push, he was able to finally throw up the lever, stopping this entire process. The only audible noises that were now heard were the power off of the machine, slight sizzling from possible fried hair, and the moans she let out. Her moans were filled to the brim with exhaustion, and topped with pain.

Soon, this failure of a phoenix tried sitting up, failing, and opting to just lay there. "Where..." She tried to ask something but trailed off as her eyes struggled to adjust to the room. Thadeus walked over to her, grasping her hand in his, his thumb gently grazing over the unnatural color of her knuckles. "You're in my lab, Peony, you're safe-"

"Thadeus...? Mm, I thought you were in Africa...?" He paused, the cogs in his brain spinning around this question. Was that the last memory she had? Was the last memory not her being murdered by a mystery man? He brushed aside his inner thoughts and focused on her.

"No, I-I came back- How do you feel??" He couldn't string his words together correctly, just stumbling over his own speech due to the abundance of tangled-up nerves that now took vacancy within himself. "I'm hurtin'....my body hurts....why am I here...?" Her southern drawl came to light as she got more conscious on the hardened state of her hopefully not-permanent bed.

"You-" He pursed his lips together, trying to think of an excuse to say to his friend. "You had an accident...I came over right away-" He wrapped her arm around his shoulder, earning himself a whine from the funeral participant. "Let's get you to bed, huh? How does that sound?" He walked with her out of the room, flicking off the light with his slightly free hand. She gave a lazy nod, her head lolling to the side like a broken bobblehead. "Sleep sounds nice....I wanna shower...." She added, Thadeus gave her another nod. "Yes, I will draw you a bath- later though... you need to sleep right now, ok? You've dealt with so much while I've been gone..." He cooed, gaining another nod from her. "M'okay..." Once they arrived at the guest room, he gently placed her down, her muscles relaxing as she practically melted within the nest of blankets and cushions. "Anything else?" He asked, rubbing her arm. "No...tea... can I have some sweet tea...I want something... warm..." With the last words of her sentence, she struggled, but successfully wrapped herself up within the puffy ivory coverings. "'nd pajamas..." "Pajamas? Alright, you would have to wear mine, they might be quite bigger than you but, they have adjustable string- Well the pants do but-" She shushed him and nodded. "S'fine...I don't want to be in this dress..." He gave a curt nod and quickly exited the room. He would be making the tea himself and gathering the new set of clothing himself since he decided at that moment he knew what was best for her. He soon found himself in his kitchen, placing the kettle on the stove. He grabbed his mix of Assam tea. While making himself preoccupied with preparing her beverage, he found himself muttering to himself. "What if she rots the next day...no no, that's not how it works...but- she's green- I need to make changes...I need to-" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

He dropped her flower-decorated fine china, the glass splayed out across the floor in a chaotic pattern of hazards. What he had just heard vibrating against his eardrums was Peony's screech. "PEONY?!" He shouted out, immediately rushing his body towards the stairs, practically launching himself upwards towards her resting area. Once he passed the threshold, he noticed she was no longer resting on the guest bed. Light, now shining out of the lavatory within the room, caught his attention. He walked in and saw the objects scattered and thrown around the place in a fit of panic from her. She was staring at herself in the mirror, looking as if she is face to face with a resident of the underworld. She might as well have been with the way her appearance radically changed. There's something in my mirror ~ And it lacks a soul ~

She kept touching her face, as if she was made from clay and that she can alter herself, her skin felt as stiff as clay anyhow, and yet, soft and cold like water washed over her. "What...what happened to me..." She paid no mind to the British man behind her. It whispers in my ear ~ "You're all alone" ~ "Peony- you're alright, okay?" He took some hesitant steps towards her, his hands reaching out. "Everything will be okay-" He flinched when she whipped around to stare at him, her undead eyes boring into him, making a shiver worm up his spine with her uncanny valley outward form. Ana maek, ana maek (I'm with you, I'm with you) ~ "Why aren't you freaking out about this?!" She shouted at him, her brows forming together to make an angry scowl. Stammering was the only way he could respond to her frustrated question. She began to sob, the black substance roaming down her cheeks and droplets fell from her chin and onto the surfaces of the sink. There's someone in my mirror, and they're not at home ~ "Well- I- the experiment does have some side effects I suppose that I didn't expect to come up-" "Experiment?" She interrupted him, her voice was as cold as ice, yet as monotone as a machine. Her eyes continued to stare into the mirror but were now locked onto him, like an eagle. Raising the stakes To fill a void ~ "Yes- well um- you see-" "Spit. It. Out." He slightly winced at the cold tone she continued to use. "You passed away while Peter and I had our ... 'disagreements'." Her once angry guise melted into that one of horror and confusion, her eyes landing down at her hands. Outstretched and in front of her, flexing her fingers before they began to tremble. Ran out of space And out of choice ~ "I'm ... dead ...?" She asked, her palms now placed down on the cool sink island. Her face pointed down, so he couldn't read her expression. "You were dead! I-I revived you! I brought you back-" "You desecrated my corpse by turning me into a monster!" She turned around and threw the bar of soap at him, it hitting his chest and forcing a grunt to come out. Now my memory’s gone So I traveled far to the point of no return ~ "I-I had to Peony- I just had to-" She walked up to him, her pointer finger repeatedly jabbing into his pudgy chest with each word she vocalized. "You had to?? You HAD to?? What made you huh?? Don't you know what REST in PEACE means?!" She yelled in his face, her inkblot tears now flying onto his clothing. I tried, I tried but nothing's caught on I believed the faces by me ~ "I- I-" She got angrier by the second. "You- You- You what huh?? Spi it out! Why did you have to bring me back?! I-" "I had to bring you back for Delilah!" He finally redirected the shouting at her, soon regretting it as he saw her evident shock. "Delilah...? I... You used me as a guinea pig...?" Her bottom lip trembled. 'Til I saw them bathing in blood In the point of no return ~ He held her close, while her body shook around with tears against him. "No- no- I ... Peony I cared about you so much I had to bring you back ... " He mumbled into her hair, swaying side to side with her. "If you cared about me ... you would have let me rest ..." She mumbled into him, her hands gripping at his vest. Aswat hilwe bidanek (Pretty voices in your ear) Min awal yom (From day 1) ~ "I... I don't know what to tell you Peony ... I really don't-" "I cannot show my face to anyone, I am a monster, I-" This time, she let out a hard cry, her grip getting tighter. "I cannot show my face to my son- my Lulu... you should have let me rest, so he can keep the image of his mother as pretty as a flower... instead of as rotten as some dangum weed!" She gently began to hit him now, but he didn't budge. Baatiki illi biddek (I'll give you what you want) Bs arbi hon (Just come close) ~

"Callum and his father moved away after your funeral- I... " He refused to call him her husband, not after the way he treated her. He sucked in a breath before continuing his thought. "He said he didn't want Callum to grow up around death-" With this news, she cried harder than earlier, slipping out of her grasp and onto the tiles below, sniffling hard. Thadeus knelt and continued to hold her sorrowful form.

I don't want it, I don't want it ~

"I've lost everything..." She mumbled, her sentence laced with years worth of aches. He let out another trembling sigh, rubbing her back in a circular motion. "Well, Peony-" "Daddy?" The man froze, that was not her voice. That young voice came from behind him. He slowly turned his head and locked eyes with his only child, Ignatius.

Min alb il mayye shuftek (I saw you through the water) And now I'm yours ~

"Ignatius- w-what are you doing up, son?" The young child just rubbed at his eyeball, his other hand grasping his elephant plush. "I heard noises, and Auntie Peony ... did she come back from heaven ...?" He yawned after speaking his turn, Thadeus frowned. "She did but- shes tired- and so are you- why don't you sleep?" Ignatius shook his head quickly. "No, I wanna see Auntie... "

Raising the stakes To fill a void ~

"Auntie isn't in the mood-" Before he could finish his sentence, Iggy ran around him to look at Peony, but her face was hidden, veiled away in shame of her appearance. "Auntie! It's me! It's Iggy! Why won't you look at me?" Thadeus huffed in his child's way. "Ignatius, listen to me-" Peony peeped an eye at him, she did want to see her nephew, she really did. They were in no way related by blood, but her and Thadeus were so close as friends that Ignatius saw her as if she was blood.

Ran out of space And out of choice ~

Ignatius dropped his beloved stuffed animal, it hitting the ground as he let out a yelp and ran out of the room. This hurt Peony badly. Tears kept pouring and pouring out like a broken dam. "I told you I am a monster!" Thadeus looked between the two rapidly before letting her go gingerly to go after his son. "Ignatius! Ignatius come back!" He went to his room and found his son hiding under his blanket, the child was clearly scared.

Now my memory’s gone So I traveled far to the point of no return ~

"That wasn't Auntie...." "Ignatius, it was Peony- she's just... sick.... in a way you will not be able to understand until you are older, okay?" He tried to plead with his child, but he wouldn't budge. He rubbed his face and sat on the bed, Iggy peeking his head out a little to look at his father. "Listen, remember how those medical books I used to have said people can look different when they're sick, like pale, or even spotted?" Ignatius nodded his head at the question. "Well, Peony is severely sick and, she is here to stay with us."

I tried, I tried but nothing's caught on I believed the faces by me ~

"She's going to live with us? But-" "She can't go back to Callum, I know she is his mother but, she is afraid of scaring him, but she knows that you're a big brave boy, and you can act fine around her. She loves you, Ignatius." Iggy took time to process this answer his parent has given him. "Do you think you can be brave? Your Auntie needs comfort and, I think you can comfort her." Ignatius gave a slow nod this time, worried.

'Til I saw them bathing in blood In the point of no return ~

Thadeus called her in, and she came quickly but was hesitant to enter. In her grasp was the stuffed animal that he dropped in the guest room bathroom. Ignatius slowly came out, but even at his young age, noticed she was more scared than he was. "T-Thank you for bringing Stumpy... " He shyly said to her, earning a sob mixed with a chuckle in a quiet tone. "Daddy told me you were sick and... I wanna help!" He walked over to her and hugged her legs, making her balance wobble a bit. "It seems you're already helping me feel better, doctor Ignatius." She joked and kneeled down, hugging him and wiping away her 'tears', not wanting to stain his light forest green pajamas. He parted from the hug and flexed his nonexistent muscles. "I'm strong! So is my healing!" Peony felt herself smile for the first time tonight before just laughing. "Yes, you are." It was an hour later, and Ignatius is now asleep in his bed after being read another story to wind down his energy, the toy in his grasp. Peony was in the resting room, the fireplace in front of her and Thadeus. They both sipped from tea, but Peony did not so much. "So, what now?" She asked him, and in return, he placed down the cup of tea he prepared earlier. "Well, I am hoping you will stay here, with us, so I can monitor you and... make sure you-" "I'm glad that you are not going to compost me." She tried to joke but it caused a sour look on his face. "I would never. I brought you back because I genuinely care about you... also even if I did compost you, Ignatius would be mad at me." "Yes, he would. I'm glad to be saying, I'll miss my Lulu but... your boy needs a mother figure." Thadeus nodded, staring up above the mantle at his late wife in the portrait of his entire family together. Ignatius was standing, and so was he. His wife was sitting down in a chair. His hands were on both of them and a stoic look on his face along with his wife, that contrasted with the goofy smile his son had plastered on. "He does indeed." He took one final sip before continuing a mindless conversation with his freshly resuscitated friend.

a/n YEAHHHH ANGST, Peony Vectrum is an oc of mine that i've had for a while who is a master of yellow matter before her untimely death. I wrote so much for her, and ever since this song came out, I just had to write for her!

#spg #steam powered giraffe #spg oc #steam powered giraffe oc #spg thadeus becile #spg ignatius becile #thadeus becile #ignatius becile #angst fic #angst fanfic #spg fanfic #spg fic #spg angst fanfic

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oatmealmika · 2 years ago

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Connie Springer Headcanons!!

did a part 1 to this months back, but i have more to say about this loser <3

one piece avid. he grew up watching it and is STILL obsessed. he does not understand why people complain about how long it is.

"one piece isn't that long. i watched it when i was a kid-" BECAUSE IT CAME OUT WEEKLY, YOU-

middle school boy sense of humor

not in the tiktok and making fun of people’s interests for no reason type of way, just being immature and saying the most out of hand things

does not understand math above third grade level. pls do not even try helping, he will not retain the information-

BUT he has surprisingly good grades in chemistry

during science class once, mr. ackerman (the janitor) walked into class to yell at prof. zoe for something and connie misguidedly whistled, "marriage issuesssss”

bro got wrongfully sent to the principal’s office for that one ☝️

knows all the tiktok dances since he is in historia's main tiktok dance team (with ymir, sasha, and him ofc ofc)

the kid in school with godly attendance

watches all the new netflix shows and thinks they're actually good

if you're his s/o, beware. he LOVES horror movies and will drag you to the couch, you kicking and screaming, just to watch one.

brought you, sasha, and jean to watch megan with him and laughed so hard you guys cried

his most used apps/websites are omegle, tiktok, and then random ass mobile games

OMFG he was that kid who asked "got games on your phone?"

joined the school choir w/ sasha for shits and giggles but ended up getting to travel to italy to perform

learned mime because he thought it'd be cool

he had his first girlfriend when he was twelve and he was on omegle fucking around

they still keep in touch, actually

read chainsaw man in one day and felt numb asf afterwards for a month straight

still can cry on whim about it

denji is just like him fr major denji kinnie (hey im an asa mitaka kinnie pls connie one chance ily-)

he had a phase where he thought he was bruno mars 💀

is the one who brings jean back to earth whenever he brags about getting all the girls in his grade and how every girl is obsessed w him and how-

doesn’t use spotify, uses apple music

has dyed his hair (or whatever tf that hairstyle is lmao) red and blue. he had red hair first, but then he decided to switch to blue. unfortunately, he dyed it without having the red removed and he got a yucky purple color…

listens to funny love songs whenever he’s down

bo burnham enthusiast. watches all the specials and the youtube analyses on how ‘inside’ is a masterpiece and how it is revolutionary for comedy standups and- (it is)

one of those people who could talk endlessly if you allowed him to. he could get REALY deep and start talking about some really sad and painful things that happened to him.

BUT he also is a good listener since he works well in teams. he listens and adds to others’ ideas.

he listens to female rap (doja cat, lauryn hill, megan thee stallion) but you didn’t hear that from me-

can’t cook and, when his mom isn’t home, survives on instant noodles, cereal, and protein shakes

fast runner. he isn’t even trying hard, he just has lots of stamina and speed.

VERY accident prone, but he always brushes it off with a laugh

my loser boy <3

#connie springer #attack on titan headcanons #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #connie is my bbg <3 <3 #he’s such a little loser in my mind and i love it #asaden au connie x reader when???

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pixiemage · 2 years ago

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There are FOUR WAYS to get people to read your stories, and none of them include relying on a nonexistent algorithm to get them to interested parties.

Choose a good title! And yes, there is such a thing as a good title, though I'll admit it's rare for me to see a bad one. Even something as simple as "The one where Martyn forgets the milk" is enough to get me wondering what kind of story earned a title like that. Sometimes a song lyric works super well if it fits the vibe of your story, and sometimes coming up with something of your own might work better. Sometimes making a joke in the title draws more attention if you've written a story that will make people laugh, and sometimes choosing a one- or two-word phrase that catches the eye is all it takes. (If I see a fic called "Poppies, Princes, and Paranoia" I might just get curious enough to wonder what in the world is in that story.)

Write a summary! Please. Please, for the love of god, give your story a summary. Every time I come across a fic that says "haha I'm bad at summaries, just read the story lolz" my first instinct is to move on. By saying you're Bad At Summaries, you're also implying that you're bad at writing, and any potential reader won't take the time to click on your fic and give it a chance when it looks like the author isn't confident in their own work. You don't have to write a masterpiece in the summary section. You can say "Tim has a no good, very bad day. Luckily his partner is there to cheer him up." And look! Ta-da! Summary! :D It's short, sweet, and to the point, and it's miles better than saying you don't know how to write one. OR! OR, if you don't like that either, then literally take a short and interesting chunk from the story itself and drop it in the summary box. Look! You're doing great! ^^ THAT will hook a potential reader far more than laughing about how "bad" you think you are at writing summaries in general. Self-depreciation may work for a social media post, but it doesn't work to sell your writing.

Clearly tag your work! Other folks above me have already said this, but putting clear and relevant tags on your story will ALWAYS bring new readers to your story. Many people on Ao3 search specifically by tag to better narrow the massive sea of stories they'll need to choose from. SO tag relevant ships and characters (preferably only the ones that are a primary focus in your fic), tag the proper fandoms, define if it's "hurt/comfort" or "angst" or "fluff" or "crack", and add the main plot concepts where needed. (For example, I'm writing an Amnesia AU, so I tagged it as both Amnesia and Temporary Amnesia, because while the amnesia is a lingering factor in the plot, it WILL NOT BE later, and some people are more likely to read if they KNOW the conflict in the plot will be resolved.) And while I understand not wanting to tag certain things for spoiler reasons (though you should add those once they're revealed in a chapter), I DO RECOMMEND tagging relevant warnings, as well as specifying whether the ending will be a GOOD one or a BAD one. Some readers are more or less likely to click on a story based on that alone. I've specifically taken a chance on a sad-sounding story before because the author said it would end happily, and more often than not I wasn't disappointed! I wouldn't have read a sad story otherwise! Tag that shit!

JUST KEEP WRITING! People will stick around for a good story! It's true that quality of writing will make a good fic stand apart from a great one, and that comes down to skill. That's not to say people won't read a story that's written by a less skilled author, because if you tag and title and summarize your story well, you'll still draw in readers, and most people will stick around to enjoy an interesting story whether it's 2k works or 20k. But the more you write (and the more you READ), the more you'll learn and the more you'll improve. Don't give up just because you're getting less attention than the next writer. If you keep working on your craft, you'll be right up there with them soon enough. I'm in my late 20's and it took me years to get to where I am. I'm not foolish enough to pretend I don't know I'm a quality writer, but I also refuse to call it "talent" because it's much more than that. It's a skill that I honed over years of writing and storytelling. I learned from my peers and I took inspiration from bigger and better writers to work my way up to where I am now. So don't write just to get hits and kudos, write to tell a good story! And when the comments come in, though they may start small, just know that those people are seeing the passion you're putting into your work...and they're just a small taste of the kind of joy you'll be able to share if you stick with your writing.

(BONUS: Share your fics on Tumblr and other sites. If you're worried that they won't get seen on Ao3 without help, then feel free to boost awareness by dropping a link and some info elsewhere. I do this every time I post something new, because I know that part of my audience lives on Tumblr! So don't hesitate to utilize the platforms you've got. Tag it properly on here and you'll get a few more reads from folks who are looking for it!)

A few of these are probably referring to the date posting bug thing, but AAAAAAAAAAAH!

#Ao3 #Archive Of Our Own #Writing

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MOVIES I WATCHED THIS WEEK (#198)

MASTER, A BUILDING IN COPACABANA (2002) is considered one of the best Brazilian movies of all time, and justifiably so. The large 'Edifício Master' is a 12 story apartment building situated in a lower middle class area of Copacabana of Rio. Important documentary director Eduardo Coutinho rented one of the small 1-bedroom units there for a month, so that he could meet and interview dozens of the tenants who live there. In a sparse, simple and unadorned manner, they each talk about their lives, which often were filled with pains, loneliness, hardships and separation. Many of the stories are emotionally sad, some even tragic, and all very human. But so many of them also recite some of the poetry they write, or sing some of the samba songs they compose, and generally opens up without pretensions. Simple and non-judgemental. 9/10.

(I want to see his 'Jogo De Cena' but I can't find a copy online with English subtitles! - HELP, please!)

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PIROSMANI (1969) is my first Georgian masterpiece which was not made by Sergei Parajanov. It's an awe-inspiring biography of Nikolai Pirosmanashvíli. He was a self-taught, naïve Georgian painter who lived during Vincent van Gogh's time, and like him, died destitute and unappreciated by his piers, only to find prominence decades after his death. (Japanese Trailer Above.)

It's an absorbing and visually-stunning film, composed of rural tableaux and primitive folk setting, a mixture of Henri Rousseau, Gauguin, Édouard Manet, Bruegel and Jodorowsky. A sad, slow and formal composition, full of sublime pathos and simplicity. Best film of the week!

After watching it, I discovered an excellent explainer from a YouTube channel called 'Plan-Séquence' (which offer similar analyses about other less-known masterpieces).

(Pirosmani later was also the inspiration for a Russian pop song called 'A million roses', which apparently became a big hit in the 1980's).

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2 CZECH MASTERPIECES:

🍿 First watch: ECSTASY (1933), the controversial, groundbreaking erotic romance, the film that Hitler banned throughout Nazi Germany. Gorgeous, young Hedy Lamarr swimming naked, running naked, showing her breasts, making love and having an orgasm (off screen) was far too indecent for "proper" society to see.

The drama played in a silent movie style, with very sparse dialogue. I saw it in the original German, but there were also French and Czech versions. It also contained an early example of 'Smoking after sex', long before 'The Graduate' and even before 'Now, Voyager'.

Good for Hedy [Not 'Heddy'!] to have invented Frequency-hopping spread spectrum (FHSS), which enabled code-division multiple access (CDMA) communications in World War 2.

🍿 Mr. Prokouk: A Horseshoe for Luck (1946), my earliest slapstick film by famed Czech stop-motion animator Karl Zeman. It introduced the character of Mr. Prokouk, which became an 'Everyman' symbol in Czechoslovakia, as popular as 'The Tramp' and Mr. Hulot. An anti-superstition fable, but also a PSA for recycling.

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I previously only saw 'Larisa', Elem Klimov's biography of his wife, Larisa Shepitko. THE ASCENT (1977), a harrowing World War 2 nightmare, is my first searing masterpiece by her, and the last film she finished before dying young at a car accident. Two Russian partisans starving in the snow, fighting the Nazis, going through hell and losing their souls. it's as heavy as the most depressing Dostoevsky novel, and a prelude to her husband's even darker 'Come and see'. The film was shot outdoors at forty degrees below zero, and you freeze just by watching it. [*Female Director*]

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ANNA KENDRICK X 2:

🍿 WOMAN OF THE HOUR, her new, directorial debut is an ominous feminist nightmare masquerading as a true crime thriller about a sadistic serial killer.

This light comedy about a stupid television show is transformed into a creepy tale of systematic misogyny and degradation. Women led to live in a watchful state of fear wherever they went, always assessing everything and everybody around them, lest they be harmed. The men, and not only the creepy-as-fuck killer, were casually abusive, contemptuous and sexually-harassing. In 1978, it was in the air and water, and completely unremarkable. Thank God it's not like that any more, and women don't have to 'Choose the Bear over Bachelor Number Three'... /s.

Technically, it was well done, with menacing sound track of White Noise ambiance. 7/10. [*Female Director*]

🍿 She's my crush from 'A simple favor', 'Up in the air' and 'Alice, darling' but I didn't realize that she started as a talented child actor and that she could sing (''Ladies who lunch" at 17), and dance as well as act.

THE CALL (2014) was just a little improve thingy where she plays herself in a pink sweater and in an office setting.

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'Color guard' is a combination of cheer-leading/baton twirling/marching band/spinning choreography and high-school dancing competition.

David Byrne staged a big event in 2016 and produced the documentary music performance CONTEMPORARY COLORS because he found this less-known art form fascinating. And he brought in other artist friends to spice it up, like The Beastie Boys, St. Vincent, and Nelly Furtado. Apparently, the making of this production led him to the format of ‘American Utopia’, which was much better, and which I now want to re-watch one more time.

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2+ CHAPLIN MUTUALS FROM 1916:

🍿 THE PAWNSHOP, Chaplin's 6th film at Mutual, and one of his funniest two-reelers. For 25 minutes, he clowns, pratfalls, slapsticks and pantomimes. Edna Purviance is also lovely here. Perfection! 10/10.

🍿 THE RINK (Colorized) was his 8th (out of 12) film for Mutual Films. He plays a clumsy waiter, as well as a master skater, calling himself Sir Cecil Seltzer, C.O.D. Later on, he will show his skating skills again in 'Modern Times'.

🍿 Bonus: I never heard of his home movie NICE AND FRIENDLY from 1922. It's a 10-minutes improvised sketch he made as a wedding present to his friends, the Mountbattens. Strange and private, it's not on a level of any of his 'finished' productions. It features 8 year old Jackie Coogan, a year after 'The Kid', and it ends with the title card: "All of which goes to prove something very profound but we are not quite sure just what it is".

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Max Barbakow's 'Palm Springs' had been one of my favorite Guilty Pleasures in the last few years, and I've seen it 15 times or more, and enjoyed it every time. I just love everything about it. So I was waiting to see what he will cook up next. But the only commonality with his new comedy BROTHERS was the one-time use of the slur name 'Shitbird'... There were simply zero redeeming qualities to this flat, unfunny, formulaic suckface, not even the scene where Josh Brolin was jerking off that orangutan. One point for this being T. Emmett Walsh's last movie. 2/10.

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GEOFFREY JONES X 2:

🍿 LOCOMATION (1975), a terrific British industrial documentary about the transformative history of trains, from it "primitive" beginning in 1825, and how it altered the landscape, the world. It uses a montage of prints, paintings, lithographs, photographs and and clips set to electronic music, but without any words. 7/10

🍿 Jones must have been working for British Rail. His riveting crisp SNOW (1963) was also about the excitement of train riding. From a group of railwaymen shoveling snow on the tracks, to the cozy fun ride in a blizzard, this too was a wonderful hymn to traveling by train. If he was American, this film would be selected to the National Film Registry. Great rhythmic collage, and jazzy soundtrack too.

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I love Ali Wong and seen all her stuff more than once or twice. In her 4th nasty standup which just dropped, ALI WONG: SINGLE LADY she continues to overshare in specific details her intimate and depraved sex-life, but none of it is new or shocking. I still admire her taboo-breaking feminist strength, her constantly-horny independence, and the fact that she doesn't take shit from anybody. But the Chinese-American version of the abject materialism she revels in is not so funny any more. From her decade-long public confessions, I feel sorry for her ex-husband. 4/10.

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3 SHORTS:

🍿 THE GOALKEEPER, a fine mime piece by Jacques Tati. Not sure when or where it is from.

🍿 ESSUN DORMA (1987) was directed by Ken Russell, part of the British anthology music film, 'Aria'. Ten filmmakers were tasked with interpreting a piece of classic opera. M'eh: You could get away with a lot back then.

🍿 ANÉMIC CINÉMA (1926) was the only avant-garde "film" made by dadaist Marcel Duchamp, basically showing some spinning disks like a Seriograph with superimposed dirty, nonsensical proverbs. As offensive as the urinal 'Fountain'.

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BOOKWORM is a new family film from New Zealand about a gifted girl of 11 and her estranged father on an adventure trip out in the wilderness. It started well enough, and I'm a sucker for this plot line, (I watched the similar, and much better, story 'Gifted' with Chris Evans - twice!) - as the girl reminded me of somebody I know... But then I took a break right in the middle of it, and when I returned to it the next day, the whole thing crumbled into a disappointing, unbearable mush. Kiwi nature shots were lovely, and the film was coated with a filter of A.I. sheen, the kind you see on r/midjourney. 2/10.

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2 POLITICAL DOCUMENTARIES ABOUT JAMES CARVILLE:

🍿 "I'm the son of a great salesperson. We have come to devalue salesmanship. But if you're not willing to sell, you're not willing to win."

CARVILLE, WINNING IS EVERYTHING, STUPID is my 3rd documentary by Matt Tyrnauer (After 'The Reagans' and 'Where's my Roy Cohn?'). It's a CNN-produced and CNN-deep exposition, slick and watchable, that can be consumed in the background while doing the dishes. It was made during the last 6 months of Biden's campaign until his bumbling debate in June 2024.

🍿 And, being a completist, and not expecting much from it, I thought I'll also sit through D. A. Pennebaker's (and wife) 1993 THE WAR ROOM, the behind-the-scenes documentary about the Clinton for President campaign. But this is the difference when you have a 'good' filmmaker behind the camera.

It's odd to relive this whole sordid affair a generation later, when all the players were young, unpolished, and relatively untarnished. Fascinating to see how things were done then - as compared to now! 8/10.

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I started watching Elaine May's celebrated A NEW LEAF a couple of times before, and failed. This time, I promised myself that I'll sit through it. Unfortunately, in spite of gritted teeth and frequent stops, I could only tolerate 46 minutes of this overrated 'comedy', before throwing in the towel. I hated everything about it: Walter Matthau as a romantic but asexual anti-hero "playboy", the hoity-toity lifestyle of the ultra-rich class of 1971 Manhattan and herself as the fumbling spinster with her awkward round glasses. Unfunny to the core, annoyingly cringey. Couldn't finish it. [*Female Director*]

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(ALL MY FILM REVIEWS - HERE).

#movies #pirosmani #film review

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giffingthingsss · 10 months ago

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Excerpts from a letter critiquing a fellow poet.

Brace yourself, boy; here it comes. The trouble with your poetry is sheer unwillingness to get an education.

...You have made the point that Roosevelt's death was definitely a misfortune. This we didn't know already yet, maybe? If you had any emotions of your own, you should have expressed them in your own language; then we might have had something. A scissors is no substitute for inspiration....

...You know nothing of flowers and care less, and therefore "flowers" in your poetry are both vague and phony; the oftener you mention them, the less meaning they have....

...For God's sake, the next time you want to crown a girl with wild roses, suppose you get some wild roses and try it on yourself. You'll have a surprise....

...You simply do not know the English language well enough. It is not that you can't write grammatically, you can. But grammar is only the bare bones of a language. Its flesh and blood are generations of association of ideas, so that a word has not only its dictionary meaning but a whole range of emotional values, from the comic to the tragic, the grotesque to the exquisite....

...the showing-off of a boy who thinks he knows a language because he can use it elaborately; and its effect is no less grotesque and pathetic than a zoot-suiter's idea of what the well-dressed man will wear...

...A while back the Daily News inquiring photographer asked five or six New Yorkers to name their favorite flower and give their reasons for preference. The goddamn male and female jerks chose nothing but roses and orchids; and the reason, in every case, and very slightly disguised, was that roses and orchids cost lots of money! You see they had no favorite flower. They were incapable of valuing a flower. They were incapable even of seeing it; all they could either see or value was money....

...Would you know an English sparrow from a hermit thrush, let alone from a song-sparrow? Would you care? And if not, why not?...

..."Toil upon the morrow" is corn of the oldest. Would you ask a neighbor, "Are you going to toil upon the morrow?" Can you imagine his reaction?...

...Why just "blossoms"? Why just "birds"? Why not chestnut-bloom, lilac, apple-blossom, anemone, or even a geranium in a flowerpot, the sad springtime of the windowsill? Why not swallow, lark, finch, some bird really seen and listened to? Are they only words to you, only poetic conveniences?...

...Just where have you seen a "carpet of lily"? The only lily that grows wild in the spring here is the adder's tongue, which certainly neither burns nor carpets meadows....

...No doubt you think that this sort of conventional vagueness and inaccuracy is "poetic license." Poetic license is some thing claimed not by good poets but by bad versifiers; good poets use their eyes....

..."Love's majesty" and "rebel hordes of sorrow." I shall repeat until the end of eternity that these "conceits" have long since ceased to be acceptable written English - they were never good spoken English. What on earth have you been reading - Longfellow?...

...I would not say these things, believe me, if I did not feel the waste of your great talent such a tragic waste; if I did not know that you can rise above the limitations of your environment and learn how to write...

...Well, boy, that time you did it. That's a poem. That's a young masterpiece. That is also English as she is spoke. Here you are dealing with a real emotion simply and genuinely expressed; you are talking...

Yours, with the hope you will not be too angry, Joy

#lewis things #she was a teacher for half a second #terrifying #lol #poetry #joy davidman

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fantastickkay · 11 months ago

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Album Review of the Week: Marina - Love + Fear (2019) ☆☆☆☆

After a sizable hiatus, Marina was back! She had dropped "& the Diamonds" in favor of this new mononym. The look and sound of the new era was also more demure than that of previous projects.

In the fanbase, it is regarded as a "flop". However, it received generally positive critical reviews, became her fourth consecutive top 10 album in the UK, and it is my 2nd favorite Marina album behind Electra Heart!

Even though I was sad to see "the Diamonds" go, I welcomed this new era with much excitement! On the flipside, people often regard Froot as their favorite Marina & the Diamonds album, however I was never really able to get into that one as much as the others so I was very much looking forward to some new music!

The first single, Handmade Heaven, debuted in February 2019. The track is an absolutely gorgeous ode to nature and has the perfect sound for winter as well. Her vocals were better than ever - very rich and inviting. This served as a great introduction to the new project.

Superstar came next. While I still really enjoy its soundscape, the higher vocal register used at times and the choppy melody in the chorus has me liking this track a little less than its predecessor.

Orange Trees is my absolute favorite track on this album and a general playlist mainstay! It is a track my husband always enjoys as well, which is fun. As portrayed in the music video, it is the perfect beachside track to just enjoy the sun shining down on you. And if there isn't sun at the moment, it always does the job in creating that happy illusion.

Baby is a single previously released with Clean Bandit, I loved (and prefer) the acoustic version that had come out before the album. Although it is clear that it doesn't exactly belong to this album, it is always nice for those stand-alone singles to find a home.

Enjoy Your Life is another favorite on the album for me. It is a fun singalong song and the little school bell sound at the start of the chorus is a lot of fun as well! The message is similar to Forget on the previous album, Froot. It doesn't really contain advice as to how to overcome the issues bringing you down, but tells you to just forget about it for a minute with a lil dance.

True is very of-its-time and seems rather stale 5 years later. Despite this, it's an alright track.

To Be Human revisits the high, choppy vocals. While the lyrics seem to be quite personal and profound, the song isn't all that interesting to listen to.

The next few tracks don't stand out enough to write up individually. While I do really enjoy this album as a whole and the standout tracks are very much loved, the other tracks have become forgettable over time. As critics have said, it is her most commercial effort to date and I can definitely agree with that when it comes to the deep tracks! Very 2019, very H&M. Good background music, but I wouldn't think to add them to a playlist.

My attention is back with Karma! It's not miles above the previous tracks, so perhaps the lyrics are just more relatable. I love the "oh my God, I think it's Karma".

Emotional Machine is very interesting as well, the chorus is quite well done for that machine feel but still adheres to the established soundscape.

No More Suckers is a lyrical masterpiece, "when you come over, you eat up all my food". Ha, I absolutely love this song. It's honest and sassy, I love honest lyrics that portray everyday life like that.

#album review #marina #marina and the diamonds #love + fear #2019 #2010s

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the album really does suck ass… def the worst our of all the bts solos sadly. like i don’t even like jm like at ALL but his album is leagues above jk’s. sad

it seriously doesnt even sound like HIM like it sounds like songs by and for other artists but sung with jungkook's voice, who of course gives his all but it's still so terribly beneath him. like listening to hate you im like am I listening to Shawn Mendes right now? like my friend pointed this out but hes just too good at copying so its really like, I HAVE heard this song before and it was by fukcing Justin Bieber or ed Sheeran or who the fuck and it was overplayed on the radio the summer of 2017 or something idk. too sad to dance sounds like some shit hit song by some boring pathetic one hit wonder sometime in the 2010s like. some dull male who thinks he can sing and that being quirky and self deprecating in his music means it isnt absolutely terrible. well it is. there is no soul there is no personality this is the most generic mainstream shit thats ever been produced I believe. closer to you and please dont change are so jarring cause what the fuck did they make him sing now????? this is not HIM. I dont mean that he cant do whatever he wants or sing whatever genre he wants; I mean there is absolutely NOTHING of him in these songs, he just copied the way songs like these are supposed to be sung and he did it brilliantly because he is an amazing artist and singer but it is almost painful how little of himself thats in it.

I feel like even with the other members that didnt write and produce themselves they still got to keep their own aura. not to mention quality. FACE is straight up like a masterpiece (even tho it like personally did not impact me that deeply) and layover is very lowkey but still so very Kim Taehyung you know (and I do like layover second most of all solo projects and yes jungkooks is still my favorite bc of snty only I guess this is what they meant about being biased?). so its like. is jungkook their automatic singing machine they can just give whatever trash they want to? hes just supposed to chew it up and sing to give them cheap bucks? like did they even try?

for jungkook though I accept his choices and do not ask anything more from him, he's worked so hard on this and I am so so proud of him. im so thankful for him and his beautiful voice. I wanna end this not being a hater so

STANDING NEXT TO YOU SONG OF THE YEAR SINGER OF THE UNIVERSE BEST SINGER AND ARTIST IN THE WORLD JEON JUNGKOOK

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chrisshepherdfilms · 1 year ago

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Carl Davis

1936-2023

I am very sad to hear of the passing of Carl Davis. He was not only one of the greatest composes ever but also a friend of mine. Carl had worked in film and TV since the 70s composing classics such as the French Lieutenant's Woman, Scandal and the Naked Civil Servant. Perhaps his most iconic piece of music has to be the theme from The World At War. But I feel that his masterpiece has to be his five hour score for Able Gance’s 1927 Napoleon He did everything in his time, compose TV scores, ballets.

I first met Carl via his wife Jean Boht who I cast to play Auntie Glad in my 2010 film Bad Night for The Blues. From the moment that I met them I was embraced by Jean and Carl. The two of them are very special people. I've always been crazy for film soundtracks. Growing up in Liverpool I would always be buying second-hand soundtracks and being obsessed buy them. Carl’s works had big impact on me. For example, The Naked Civil Servants. Which in my mind is the best that TV has offered. It not only changed attitudes but was a beautiful piece of work. Carl’s scores draw out deep emotions. Sadness, nostalgia, love, joy. Carl had the magic touch that communicated emotions to the audience. He worked a lot with Jack Gold. Another of their films was the Bofors Guns - which I was all completely obsessed by as a teenager. And now it's quite an obscure film. The World War was the other piece of TV that blew my mind. Its title sequence still affects me now. With its power, surging music, and amazing graphics. It always gives a shiver down my spine. I remember Carl telling me it took ten years to research The World At War and it really shows on screen. Last time I saw him he said his favourite episode of The World At The War was episode 26: Remember. His music here is beautiful, haunting, playing the shows with different national motifs as soldiers reflect on what war was. It’s really moving. TV can’t get near a series like The World At War now. But Carl’s credits were massive, Private Schultz, Oppenheimer, the French Lieutenant's Woman, Scandal, Champions, he had an incredible career.

After I directed Bad Night for the Blues, I put together an idea called Brexicuted. The short film for Arte France was a mockumentary laughing at the notion of the UK leaving Europe. The film itself was slapstick comedy. But Carl wanted to do the compose the soundtrack which he did with a five-piece ensemble. I was in awe of Carl sitting at his table handwriting the score for my film. Then to record was a magical experience. I was lucky enough to also go to the recording of Napoleon and see Carl in action. It was a privilege to see the maestro in action.

Jean and Carl also used to invite me along to the silent screenings in the Royal Festival Hall where call would conduct a full orchestra. The films we saw were amazing, Chaplin’s Gold Rush, The Phantom of the Opera and of course Napoleon. It was a real privilege to see him in action. When I was a teenager, I would never have imagined meeting a composer like Carl. I was totally obsessed by TV but what I saw on the screen was a different world. But this was the magic of Carl he was so open and as a person so much so fun.

I will miss Carl and our conversations. But above all, why Carl was special for me was that he didn't judge me on where I came from. He was a legend but totally down to Earth. He was completely open and had so much energy. He was always ready for the next idea. Myself and Carl had planned to do a screening and Q&A at the Garden Cinema in October about his Charlie Chaplin Mutual Films scores. He never stopped. I will miss him. My love goes to Jean, Jessie, Hannah, James and all the family. Carl has left an incredible legacy. The song may have stopped the melody rolls on.

#Carl Davis #RIP

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silver-weasel · 3 years ago

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Diving (Deku x Reader)

Pairing : Deku x fem!reader (aged-up characters)

Rating : E, 18+

Tags : smut • fem!reader (she/her) • best friends to lovers / childhood friends to lovers • quirkless AU • p*rn with feelings (like. a lot of them) • public sex (more or less) • switching • hair pulling? • pining • Deku being flustered and an absolute angel what’s new • Reader being a teasing brat • It’s all soft and fluffy, I’m as vanilla as you can get 🤷‍♀️ • Happy birthday to the bestest boyyy I love him so much it hurts

Word count : 10 600 (Holy sh—)

A/N : Thank you @hoe-doroki my beloved and savior for beta-ing <3

Written for @rat-zuki’s collab in honor of our favorite birthday boy, The Deku Agenda Escapes no One. Thank you so much for letting me join! (go check out the other amazing writers and artists!)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

The ground grinds repeatedly under your hiking shoes, some pebbles being kicked forward on your way. You’re way too deep in the forest to hear any cars passing by and during the two hours you’ve been here you haven’t run into anyone. The place seems empty, the only souls breathing the forest’s thick air being you, Izuku and the birds chirping all around you.

The afternoon is coming to an end, the sun sinking down on its way to hide behind the mountains. The remains of its soft light are filtering through the dense leaves all around and above you. You’re surrounded by green, lush and immeasurable greenery, every plant merging into another.

You’ve left the marked paths, now wandering deep in the richest, boundless part of a forest you both know like the back of your hand after roaming it all over innumerable times. All over, except for this part, in which you’re setting foot for the first time today. Your many previous hiking sessions were shortened by your questionable sense of organization, always arriving too late to explore further into the unknown.

Leaves brush against your knees with every single step you take as you follow Izuku on his heels. He’s moving at a steady pace, his hands holding tight the straps of his yellow backpack that he’s had for as long as you can remember. He’s always so organized, has everything you two could eventually need and generally never do. Two huge flasks of water, an entire meal he calls ‘little snacks’, with sandwiches, fruits, protein bars, even hard-boiled eggs. A first-aid kit with disinfectant, bandages, scissors and painkillers. Hell, you’re even wondering if he has any pads for you in there, in case of an unexpected period. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

You giggle lightly when you see him stumble for the sixth time since you got here; he can’t seem to keep his curious eyes from drifting up and around, looking in every direction, probably retaining every detail and logging it in some impressive mental database of his. And he’s commenting on every little thing he sees too; he makes you notice things you never would have if it weren’t for his candid interest in everything.

“Oh! Look at that bird!” he exclaims, pointing at a branch over your heads. “Do you see it, right there, with the red mark!”

You turn your gaze to where he’s pointing and see a little bird, very cute, but so tiny you’re wondering how one could spot it without specifically looking for it. That’s probably what you like most about Izuku: his attention to detail. That’s the thing—nothing is too small for him, everything is worthy of interest. His eyes always light up with such curiosity, this child-like wonder and it was always one of your favorite things to witness growing up.

When he came over to your house at age six, he was always running around with some bug on his forearm, calling your name, yelling, “Look at this!”

Most of the time, it was a snail or a ladybug, and that always managed to catch your interest. Sometimes, it was a spider or a beetle, and he had you screaming in horror more than once, running to your mother’s legs with weeping eyes. Those times, he always watched you go with wide, sad eyes and a wobbly lip, because, “I would never hurt her, Mom! I swear I didn’t want to scare her!”

“Oh, yeah, I see it! It’s so cute!”

And it is cute, the way his huge green eyes go even rounder in amazement. You treasure these hikes for providing occasions to witness this. But as much as you wish this moment could last forever, the sun is beginning to set, you probably shouldn’t go deeper in the forest at sundown.

“We should probably head back to the car, Izuku. It’s gonna be dark soon.”

“Come on, it’s still so light—there’s no rush!” His lips crook a bit into an impish smile. “Scared that a bear is coming to get you?”

“There aren’t any bears here—we’ve been coming for five years.”

“Because if it’s the bears you’re afraid of,” he begins, ignoring you on purpose, “you know I’ll protect you, right?” he says, sticking out his chest like he’s some superhero.

“Against a bear? Right.”

“You’re underestimating me? That’s just mean.”

You chuckle at his antics, shooting him a look of yours that says, ‘Come on, please?’.

His eyes soften a bit, but he’s used to that look; it’s been years since it worked on him as well as you’d like it to.

“We can just keep going this way, then we’ll make a loop and head back to the car directly! It’ll be even shorter this way.”

“Alright, let’s do that,” you agree, and the smile it elicits from him makes something tingle deep in your stomach.

You move forward again, sinking deeper within the forest. It’s becoming harder and harder to walk, brambly branches and huge leaves blocking your way more and more with every step.

You’re a bit ahead of him when you catch sight of a sparkle behind the bushes. Just a glimpse of light, but you’re positive you saw it. Is there water here? You never really looked at a map of the place before—you just always went wherever you felt like and used the same tracks on the way back. You hurry up a bit, curious eyes fixed on that glimmer of light.

Soon enough the dense greenery comes to an end, and you’re finally out of the bushes, finding your way into a little clearing. You’re standing, speechless, in front of a pond: it’s about forty feet wide, catching the last rays of sunshine in a dazzling reflection. The water is surrounded by gigantic trees big enough to be home to an entire niche of biodiversity, and a half-sandy, half-stony shore with reeds rising from the water on both sides.

It’s all calm and quiet and massive trees, branches pouring, cascading above still water. The air feels cool, filled with a pure smell of dew and spring even though it’s the end of a hot day of July.

Izuku is close behind you and lets out a very cute, “Whoa,” ditching his backpack on the ground next to you in the middle of the cove. The both of you just stand there for a moment in complete silence, aside from the birds chirping. Izuku breaks it first:

“How come we’ve never seen this before? This place is amazing.” He sounds distant as he speaks, soaking up his surroundings like he always does.

“I guess you never know everything about anything,” you say mindlessly, without detaching your gaze of the wonderful view ahead.

He’s standing close to you, very close. You’re only noticing now that you’re coming down from the high of your discovery. Your arms are brushing, you can feel his body heat from how close you two are. It wouldn’t be the first time; you’re no stranger to being physically close to Izuku. You’ve been playing together since you were able to put one foot in front of the other. And you wish you could say it feels any different right now, but that would be a lie. Being close to him always felt the same. Always felt like the only easy thing in your life. The only constant.

Yet it’s not enough. No matter how close, it’s never enough, it never was. You hate yourself for feeling that way; you’ve never been the greedy, unsatisfied type. You have everything with Izuku. Well, almost everything.

But right now this place—this very quiet, beautiful place with no one in sight is doing things to your fertile imagination. Despite the sun just beginning to set, the summer air still remains thick with heat. You find yourself staring in the abyss of that water, admiring the masterpiece of a reflection on the surface, a painting of leaves and clouds and blue sky. It calls you, sings an irresistible song of fresh water on sweaty skin and strong, freckled arms wrapped around you.

You don’t know if the slight, insignificant detail that you would have to undress in order to dive into that water—since you didn’t bring a swimsuit—is a better reason to do it or to refrain from doing so.

You’ve lost count of how many moments you’ve shared with him just like this one. So many chances for you to take. You never have.

Back to the original issue: can you see yourself walk out of that clearing the way you always do? Can you see yourself going home, adding this missed chance to your growing collection of lost memories, of hands within your reach that you chose not to take?

The answer pops in your mind, crystal clear for the first time since you met him.

You drop your bag on the ground, turning to Izuku with a delighted expression stretching your features. The look on your face reminds him of one he’d seen on you as a kid, bouncing on the balls of your feet in front of the ice cream truck. At this moment he just knows you’ve got some stupid shenanigan in mind, like you always do. Once again, he isn’t wrong.

“Wanna take a dip?” You’re squinting at him from his side, a mischievous smile lighting up your face.

“I-I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” he stutters.

It’s been a long time since he last stuttered in front of you. He got rid of it years ago, but it still resurfaces sometimes in front of intimidating strangers or in a socially uncomfortable situation. Never in front of you, though.

“Me neither,” you answer plainly with that same impish smile, and his eyes go round at your implications.

“Wait, you can’t be—Oh my God—”

His heart does a great flip in his chest when he catches you taking the hem of your shirt up over your head. In less than five seconds, you’ve got him scorching hot, feverish and suddenly he can’t tell right from left.

His reflex is to bury his face in his hands. He respects you too much to take a peek, but you’re making things very difficult for him. He can hear you move towards the water, can hear the thump of your forgotten shoes hitting the ground one after the other, can hear the soft pad of your naked feet on the rocks.

“For the love of God, please, put it back on…”

“What? Look at this view, it would be a shame not to make the most of it!”

He’s not looking at the view right now, he can’t let himself. He knows very well he won’t be able to focus on the trees when you’re standing pretty much naked—although he’s not sure to what extent—in front of him. You could be entirely naked right now and he wouldn’t be able to tell, his burning face still hidden in his shaking hands. His voice comes out muffled when he stammers, “I-It’s starting to get late, we really should get back to the car…”

“What, you’re scared of the bears?”

He can’t see you, but he knows you’re sporting that smug grin of yours, the one he first saw when you showed him your impressive collection of Pokémon cards on your preschool’s playground. You’ll have to take a lingering silence for an answer.

“Izuku, come on. I don’t bite.”

He’s not entirely sure the sight of you won’t gnaw him to the bone, won’t melt his entire body down and leave him a hot mess. He won’t be a man anymore, just a walking flame fueled by the heavenly sight of you. No, he can’t let himself fall into that. Obviously you don’t know what you’re doing to him.

Nevertheless, you’re probably the most stubborn person he knows. And he’s friends with Katsuki Bakugou, for God’s sake. He won’t be able to get out of this as easily as he wants, especially as he hears the delicate noise of water splitting at your feet as you enter the little pond.

He slowly moves his hands off of his face. You must have your back turned to him, so maybe he can drift his eyes off somewhere—

You are in front of him, thigh deep in the water now. In nothing but your panties. Your white, flower-patterned lace panties that are doing a very bad job at covering your backside. He lets out a long, pained whine, standing in the middle of the little shore with his arms dangling down his sides, not sure what to do with them.

“Why didn’t you at least keep your bra on?” His voice comes out way more wobbly than he intended to.

You turn a little so you can look at him, and it takes every little bit of strength he’s got left to look you in the eye. But as you’re turning around, the smooth curve of your breast starts showing, and God, is that your nipple?

He wants a giant hole to swallow him right now. He wants some forest creature to come for him right this instant, anything to keep him away from you, keep him from doing things he might regret. To punish him for having such thoughts about you, because you trust him, you’re so oblivious, so innocent, and he’s so weak against this inner monster that’s eating him away.

With a little frown, you deliver the answer like it’s self-evident as you kneel into the water, the surface just above your chest:

“I didn’t want it to get wet.”

“But you’re okay with your panties getting wet?”

The realization of what he just said is slow but surely comes. And when it does, he wishes even harder to get erased from the surface of this planet he’s already lucky enough to share with you. There is a long silence, and all he can hear for a few seconds are the birds chirping and the violent pounding of his heart against his ribcage, straining to get out.

You turn back around to look at him, dumbstruck.

“I’m more than okay with that—”

“Please forget I just said that,” he cuts you off. He’s not sure he can bear to hear more of this.

“I’m never forgetting you said that. It’s pure gold,” you scoff.

He can only answer with a drawn-out whine. He doesn’t have any choice in this, does he?

When you dive in the water, he takes both his shaking hands to the hem of his shirt and starts undressing.

What the fuck am I doing?

The water is so pure you can see underwater as clear as day: the few rocks at the bottom, the little silvery fish all around you, and the last rays of sunlight permeating through the calm surface above your head. The water feels a bit cold on your naked skin since the sunlight and summer heat must only hit the clearing at certain hours of the day. Still, the cold water isn’t enough to clear your foggy mind.

What was I thinking?

You’ve always been a bashful person, why is it changing all of a sudden? Maybe it’s the devastating effect Izuku has on you.

You try to calm down a bit, taking a deep breath. So, you’re pretty much naked in front of him. Well, it definitely wouldn’t be the first time, and it (probably) won’t be the last. Now you just have to go through with your stupid idea. It’s no big deal, it’s only Izuku. Only Izuku.

Only Izuku.

Fuck.

You finally surface, not only because you can’t hide underwater forever, but also because, surprisingly, you’re not a fish, you have to actually breathe.

You push your dripping hair to the back of your head, still careful to keep your breasts under the water. Izuku’s already in to his hips when you turn around to look at him, your vision still blurry from the water trickling all over your face. He’s merciless, standing like that, only the elastic of his boxers peeking out of the water. You’re a bit surprised by the plain, black color. You were expecting something along the lines of blue, yellow and red. Izuku is full of surprises.

But nevermind the color of his underwear—what you find just above is mesmerizing. Your indiscreet, incorrigible gaze can’t help following the thin trail of hair tracing up to his navel, then the stunning lines of his abs, partly hidden behind his freckled forearms shyly crossed over them. The freckles spread up his powerful arms, gently sunkissed, scattering all over his broad shoulders.

Is he actually hiding, though? Doesn’t he know he looks like he was carved by the gods themselves?

“Have you done this before?”

The sound of his voice startles you a bit. Ah, right. You were shamelessly staring. It takes you a couple of seconds to force your distracted mind back into focus. “Done what?”

“Skinny dipping?”

“No, it’s my first time. It looks like it’s yours too.” His big, bright eyes drift around like they don’t know where to look. It’s really cute.

“It is,” he admits, now kneeling into the water as well. “I would’ve thought you were used to this.” You arch a single eyebrow in an amused frown.

“What, do I look like I have a professional degree in skinny dipping?”

“No, it’s just…You look confident, it just seemed like it.”

Confident? You’re nowhere near confident—you’re terrified. You try to keep your cool, but it’s probably the first time you’re putting on an act in front of Izuku.

“Well, you’re not so bad at it yourself.” You don’t miss the little blush coating his cheeks at that. “Also, I’m not exactly naked.”

“You’re not exactly dressed either, that’s a...v-very small piece of clothing.” He’s blushing a bit harder, looking away.

“Oh, seems like you paid some attention to my piece of clothing then, good to know.”

Now he’s quite simply scarlet. A very cute, very hot, freckled tomato. He’s so easily flustered, it only makes you want to tease him some more.

“Were your legendary All Might boxers in the dirty hamper? That’s a shame. I’m a bit disappointed,” you say in a mockingly innocent voice.

He doesn’t retort, simply stands there on his knees, shooting you an unreadable look and a little pout. After a few seconds, you open your mouth to continue, only to be startled by a strong splash hitting you in the face.

When you snap out of your shock, hair and face dripping all over your shoulders, you look up at him with what must be the scariest look of betrayal. Or the most ridiculous, apparently, since he starts laughing, louder and louder, and can’t seem to stop.

“Oh, you’re pretty pleased with yourself right now, aren’t you?” You can’t help but chuckle while talking, his laugh is so contagious.

“I am, yeah!” he manages to articulate, only starting to calm down.

As the calm of the forest returns, you watch his eyes go back to their usual round shape bit by bit, his face relaxing again. His smile causes butterflies to fly up and around in a whirlwind deep into your belly. You chuckle a bit at the feeling, almost embarrassed by how he’s making you feel like you’re in some dumb, cliche rom-com movie. On the outside, you must look a bit like a maniac, but he’s a nice guy, so he simply asks, “What is it?”

And before you can overthink yourself out of it, you’re hurling yourself at him. He barely has the chance to stutter a weak, “Wait!” before you’re putting all your weight on him, sinking his head deep in the water. Izuku may well be a nice guy, but you know he isn’t going to let you get away with this, so you’re not surprised when you’re dragged underwater by your legs. He lets go immediately, a bit abruptly, even, like it burnt his hands to touch you.

You both emerge from the water soon, and it takes you a second to get rid of the water blurring your vision, but then it hits you. How tantalizingly close you are to each other now, your bodies an inch away from touching. You’re both on your knees, enveloped in the coolness of crystal clear water and the reflections of the canopy of leaves above your heads. A spark of electricity makes you freeze on the spot; you’re so close to him your breasts slightly brush against his chest.

After a little eternity, you find the courage to look up at his face. He looks mindblowing, really. Despite the two decades you spent together, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen the pure, astonishing details of his freckles from this close. You would remember it, you definitely would. It’s a spectacular view, one of those visual memories that comes back to hit you in flashes. His nose and cheekbones are covered in them, drawing a mesmerizing pattern, more complex than the Milky Way itself. They’re an uncrackable equation, like a weird quirk of nature that you’ll never understand but don’t question anyway. They spread a little more scattered, but still very present, up to his forehead and down to his delicate jaw.

And his eyes—you could just drown in them. There’s this bright, blinding light there that feels like laying in the grass and looking up at the sunlight coating the leaves of this tree, the one you grew up near and always played under.

You swear you didn’t move, neither did he, and still you manage to get even closer to him. Now it’s you against the inexorable attraction that pulls you towards him like a fierce magnet. And it’s a losing battle, you think, as you’re both entering each other’s personal space like you share just one.

There’s nothing friendly about the way he can’t look you in the eye, seemingly too obsessed with your lips. You drop your gaze to his and find them calling for you. It’s been so long, now the thought of kissing Izuku seems unfamiliar despite being ever-present in your imagination for so many years. Like repeating a word so much it ends up becoming a series of meaningless sounds to your confused mind.

He’s the one who finally closes the distance, his lips landing on yours so softly you can barely feel them. He doesn’t move, simply content with the contact. You’re both eight years old again for a minute. The kiss feels like the little peck a kid would finally give to his crush in the middle of their school’s playground before running away to his friends.

Time seems to stop for God knows how long, and after what feels like no time and forever all at once, his lips move hesitantly against yours, bringing you back to reality. Right then, it all crashes on you like a tremendous wave. The distant echo of your mothers’ voices from the kitchen and the stupid cartoons they made you watch so they could talk for ten more minutes. The games alone together because no one wanted to play with you two weirdos. The piggyback rides, the dumb jokes, the video games (you always won). The neverending texting sessions at night because one of you couldn’t sleep. The fights that never lasted long enough to see the next sunrise because you both are way too weak for each other. All those stupid places that wouldn’t have looked half as breathtaking if it weren’t for him.

His lips are soft but roughly bitten. Hot and wet from the water and maybe from something else. He doesn’t taste like anything other than home, and that’s more than enough for you. His hands went up to cup your face at some point, but you’re too drowned in all the feelings coming up to the surface to pay attention to anything other than his soft mouth pressing on yours, more and more, opening up—

And it’s already over. You only notice that you’ve closed your eyes when you open them again when you don’t feel anything against your mouth other than the summer air. When your mind manages to regain any sense of function, the blurry focus of your gaze settles on his eyes. Wide open. Pupils eating up the dazzling viridian that puts the forest to shame. And a terrified expression in them.

He’s looking at you like he hurt you. His lips should still be on yours, kissing and sucking, not frozen like they are right now, obviously trying to express something painful as a few weak sounds pass their barrier before he finally manages to speak:

“Oh—Oh my God, I-I’m s—”

You don’t let him finish his stupid sentence. You don’t think twice before you take his face in your hands and lean in to kiss him again, with shameless intent this time. No more pretending—you’ve been waiting long enough for this and apparently, so has he.

It’s nothing gentle this time when your mouths crash against each other, teeth clashing and lips bruising under the weight of twenty years. You hold to his face like a lifeline, fingers sinking just a bit into his cheekbones, the tip of your nails getting caught in the knots of his dripping hair just above his ears. It’s messy, your noses rubbing before he angles his face better. One of his hands loops around your waist in a tight grip, forcing your chest to crush against his, the other burying in your hair at the base of your skull.

The feeling is electrifying, indescribable. It’s nothing like the pale, miserable depiction of your imagination. It’s discovering life in color when all you’ve always known was black and white.

The water is cool, but his body scorches against yours, burns your skin in the most exquisite way. The kiss is desperate on both parts, but neither of you is confident. His lips suck on yours with tentative motions, and you respond in kind the best you can. They are hungry, starving for flesh but don’t know how to hunt.

Your hands are gripping more and more of his hair, pulling harder, sending waves of heat all the way down his groin, and he’s not sure he can hide the bulge growing there for much longer.

He has to be sure, he has to be absolutely certain you want this as much as he does, because once he starts, he may not be able to stop. But you feel so good, all pressed against him. Your skin feels so soft under his hand at the small of your back he has to dig his nails in the skin of your waist so he doesn’t cross a line. But the curve just above your ass is begging for him to grip at the tender flesh and squeeze, fill his hands with it. He’s been dreaming about this for so long.

No, he can’t just hurl himself at you like a hunting wolf the first chance he gets—what kind of friend does that?

It takes him every bit of focus he has left to break the kiss, to part away from you. You have to discuss this, he can’t just throw away twenty years of friendship! Now you’re looking up at him with puppy eyes saying, ‘Why won’t you play with me?’ He breathes out a shaky sigh, and begins:

“Um, look. Believe me when I say I’ve wanted this for a very, very long time, and I love you so, so much. As a friend, I mean.” He sees you frown at this, catches a glint of something he doesn’t like in your eyes, then panics. “No, no, no, I mean, a-as a friend, but also more than that, o-obviously. But I don’t know what you want, you might be...d-disappointed, or...um—” His face starts heating up like it hasn’t in ages. He takes another breath, tries to clear up the muddled mess happening in his head. “Look, I just want the best for you, but you look...good, very good, and you’re making things very difficult for me, doing...this—”

“Izuku.” The deafening hubbub filling his mind falls suddenly silent, your voice a comforting, steady rock for him to cling to when his mind is storming out of control.

“Yeah?”

You get even closer to him, since he gradually set some distance while mumbling his anxious thoughts out again. You cup his face in your hands, a gentle, featherlight touch, and look up at him with determination in your eyes. You pull his head down a bit to settle on yours, your foreheads and noses connected, never breaking eye contact. Your lips graze over his, both your breaths mixing there, your voice a quiet whisper as you speak again. “Do you want me?”

Out of the jittery mess of his mind, the answer comes out like evidence, plain and simple: “Yes.”

“Then shut up and kiss me.”

You take action immediately, kissing him once again and this time he doesn’t hesitate to put his—still rather shaky—hands on you. The feeling of you is addicting, pushing his insecurities further in the back of his mind. He starts at your waist, running his thumbs there, feeling the goosebumps rising on your skin. They wander up your spine, counting every single bump of your bones, all the way to your nape. Then dragging them back down to settle on your hips, his fingers digging in the soft flesh. The little sigh you breathe on his lips causes an impressive amount of blood to run straight to his dick.

Your mouth is distracting, dizzying, sucking on his bottom lip, nipping playfully. His tongue slides over your lips, then against your own when you open up immediately for him. You’re pressing against him even more, your breasts rubbing against his naked chest and he swears you’re going to be the death of him. You’re hanging from his shoulders by now, your arms circling his neck, still gripping a handful of green hair, pulling. You have to stop doing this—he might cum right away. He doesn’t say it aloud, only lets a moan escape him into your mouth.

He wanted this, wanted this for so long, and now that it’s real, it’s beyond everything he could have imagined. The heat of your skin, the weight on his shoulders as you cling to him, your breath in his mouth, your little sighs.

He’s only now noticing that his hands have gone to reach their destination with a mind of their own. They’re on your ass underwater, feeling the white, wet lace, the sole cloth on your entire body—that thing is just there to tempt him. He’s unsure if you like what he’s doing until you release a whimper, louder this time, enough to send a vibration against his mouth (and straight to his cock at the same time).

Suddenly, he wants to taste a lot more of you. You’re all open up to him for the first time—he has to. He trails a series of open-mouthed kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jaw, savoring every little sigh escaping your lips, then to your neck, dragging his tongue up the column of your throat.

The water is fresh all over you, and he doesn’t miss the shivers running up and down your skin at the contact of the twilight breeze. He needs to warm you up, needs to make you feel good, needs everything to be perfect for you. With his hands still on your ass, he trails lower down to your collarbone, allowing some occasional nips on the way that have you shaking. He freezes, looking up at you from there.

“Is this okay?”

The answer comes out breathy, a little desperate: “Yes, yes, please!” It sends a wave of heat all over him, the way you like what he’s doing to you, the way he’s making you feel good.

He’s not experienced or anything, only had a few hookups a couple of times, so he’s not very confident in his capacities, aside from running his hands all over you because that’s how his instincts are manifesting. You know him better than anyone—of course you would know how lost he could be in this kind of situation. But he also knows you’re not much more experienced than him, and that thought is comforting.

He’s experienced in one thing, though. He feels like the worst, filthiest person on the planet for this, but it’s astonishing the number of times he jerked off to the thought of what’s happening right now. How many times did he fuck his hand in the shower thinking about the water trickling down your skin, about licking it off your breasts all the way up to your neck.

So he does what he’s been dying to do for years. your breasts are just above the surface, so he sits on his heels and licks down your chest. When his tongue finally reaches your nipple, giving it a tentative lick, you let out a gasp, encouraging him to get bolder. And he does, closing his mouth on it like it’s the sweetest lollipop; it’s all cold and hard and raised from the water, but it warms up really quickly against the furnace of his mouth. His right hand leaves your ass to cup the neglected other, running his thumb against the bud, squeezing the flesh. That’s when you reach out to bury a hand in his hair, and pull again. God, you can pull on his hair all day and night like this; he’ll never get enough.

His left hand, still on your ass, rises up to the small of your back, feeling you arching more and more, pushing against his mouth. A harder nip has you gasping and he lets his hands run all over you, wandering without direction. It’s messy and urgent; he can’t help it—you feel so good, so soft under his hands. He’s like a kid getting to open his Christmas gifts in the morning after an endless, sleepless night waiting for Santa.

You trail your hand down his chest and his abdomen, a gentle reminder that the power he holds right now could slip through his fingers any moment. He’s willing to give it to you, especially since he doesn’t really know what to do next.

Like you just read his mind, you take his hands in yours, stopping their chaotic race. He’s feeling himself flush a bit—was he going too fast for you? Did he scare you? Or did he just let himself become overwhelmed by his feelings and it didn’t feel good for you? His eyes are looking down directly at your naked chest, he realizes he never took a proper look at them, too busy throwing himself to taste them. They look just as good as they taste, as beautiful as the rest of you.

Tentatively, he raises his eyes to find your reassuring gaze and fond smile. You lead his hands down slowly, setting them on your hips, over the criminal lace fabric preserving your modesty. Your foreheads connect again, but you never break eye contact. Lacing your fingers together, you guide his thumbs into the elastic on both sides, and now that he gets what you’re trying to do, his mind just stops.

Your voice is barely a whisper, a mesmerizing caress on his lips when you speak again. “I think I’ve waited long enough, Zuku.”

Your tone is fond, but you sound so desperate, it’s unbearably cute. His mind fogs up, the smoke of your words filling his skull and he wants to drive you as mad as you drive him. Sure, you’ve waited a lot, but so has he. He isn’t going to rush this, not if he has any say in it.

He slides your panties down your thighs underwater inch by inch. It’s even too slow for him; right now he just wants to rip the stupid piece of lace off of you and fuck you and him both stupid in the water, hard and fast. But even more than that, he wants to take his time with you, wants to take you apart piece by piece. And the testy whine it elicits from you makes it all so worth it.

You shift a bit so he can take your underwear completely off and, in a second, it lays abandoned on the sandy ground of the shore. Just knowing you’re now completely naked in front of him, it sends boiling desire flowing through every single vein in his body. He can’t see that part of you yet, the water darkening along with the sky clouding his view beneath the surface, but nightfall can’t do anything about Izuku’s wild imagination. He’s dizzy, feeling himself slowly falling into a half-conscious daze, but you anchor him right where you are, bringing him back to the reality of your arms hooked around his neck.

He rests his hands on your hips, dragging his fingertips down the soft flesh of them. The idea of touching you down there is making his head spin, he can’t wait any longer.

“Can I—”

“Yes, I want your fingers inside me,” you say before driving your lips back against his.

Without further ado, one of them goes straight to your core, making you jump a bit, breaking the kiss just for a second. He runs his index between your folds, feeling hot slick already coming out of you despite the fresh water around. His touch is light, slow, hesitant as it glides up and down, testing the waters. He’s getting a bit further, putting a bit more pressure with every stroke and earning a few pleased sighs from your heavenly mouth.

He expected a sudden reaction as soon as he found your clit, but that doesn’t mean he was prepared for the drawn-out moan coming out of your gorgeous lips, wet from his mouth and from your dip earlier. He wants to hear that again, every day for the rest of his life. He drags his thumb over it, again and again, slow at first, but then quicker and quicker, and your voice grows louder with every speed-up of his finger.

Your hands go frantic over him, running up his chest and down his abs in repeated motions that feel a lot like it’s lust driving your limbs much more than your mind. You stopped kissing him at some point, your mouth too busy expressing every ounce of pleasure you felt to focus on such basic motions. Your face is buried in his neck, your hot breath crushing against his skin.

He presses his index inside, but he’s so focused on what he’s doing, trying not to hurt you, that he doesn’t notice the shift of your own hand leaning down until he feels it cupping the painful bulge in his boxers. His eyes go wide with a gasp, and when he looks at you, you already have a playful, but intense, gaze piercing right through him.

“Did you think I was gonna let you play all on your own, Zuku?” Your fingers graze over the soaked fabric, down his entire length and to his balls, throwing gasoline on the fire that’s been consuming him for ages. “Don’t be selfish,” you whisper directly in his ear as your hands slip his underwear down his thighs.

As soon as the piece of cloth gets to join your forgotten panties on the shore, you wrap your pretty hand around him. And when you start stroking, his eyes roll so hard he swears he can see the inside of his skull. It feels better than he ever could have imagined; it’s blistering, astonishing. The only idea his brain can manage to work out right now is that he wants you to feel just as good.

He only notices now that his fingers stopped moving, and they go right back to a steady pace, but it’s a matter of seconds before he drives another finger into you. Soon, you’re both fucking the life out of each other with your hands. You’re sucking and nipping at his ear, and every single moan he draws out of you ends up turning against him, breaking into the defenses he built year after year by your side. He’s simply fucking into your hand now. He can’t help it, you feel so good. He doesn’t even want to think about what it’s going to feel like to fuck into your tight little cunt, he might cum hard just from the thought of it.

The spongy spot he finds inside you feels like he just struck gold. It’s glorious, the sounds you make right now, higher, louder. You’re tightening around his fingers, but it’s okay—you can crush them for all he cares. He wants you to moan higher for him, wants you to keep riding his fingers like your life depends on it.

“Izuku, ah—I’m close, I’m so close, please…”

“I got you, baby. I got you, shit—”

He quickens the pace again, feels like his fingers are gonna fall off his hand the moment he gets them out of you, but fuck, what his princess wants, his princess is gonna get. Your orgasms shatter the both of you to pieces, and in the bliss of his high, he can hear some birds flying away, scared by the harmonious, but probably very loud, song of your combined moans.

While his cum strikes out by ropes into the water, his clouded mind can only think about one thing.

He needs more of you.

You can barely stand on your knees, worn out from cumming the hardest you have in your entire life. You actually have to lean on Izuku so you don’t fall into the water head first like some boneless ragdoll. You just let your forehead rest on his shoulder and count the freckles there, splattered in a fascinating work of abstraction.

But apparently, he has other plans. You’re swiftly lifted up and out of the water, huge scarred hands firmly holding the back of your thighs that immediately come to circle his waist.

“Oh, nice. I don’t mind getting carried around like a baby. Where are we going?”

“Not far,” he says with a little grin, walking out of the water. “Do you think you’ll be able to walk?” His voice holds a sarcastic tone, one you’re not used to hearing out of Izuku’s angel mouth.

“I think I can manage, yeah.”

He drops you to stand on your legs, and immediately goes for his backpack. The sun has just set, its last rays of light filling the pink sky over your heads. You can still easily make out everything around you, and Izuku’s body is no exception.

You’re watching him with a raised eyebrow, letting your shameless gaze follow every curve you couldn’t see underwater. The day he started exercising in high school was the day you knew it was over for you. It was the day you couldn’t deny what you felt anymore, you couldn’t deny your best friend was everything you needed, and everything you wished for. The physical factor was only a—very pleasant— addition to the list of things that made you fall hard for Izuku Midoriya.

Your eyes linger over his impressive figure, staring at the dimples at the small of his back. You always knew they were here, but you never allowed yourself to look at them, to imagine how they would grow repeatedly hollow with every thrust of his hips into you.

He finally digs out what he was looking for: a plaid picnic blanket, because of course he would have one in there. He’s wearing a little victorious smile when he stands and turns around to spread it on a grassy spot that looks a lot more comfortable than the hard ground. He turns back to you but averts his gaze to the side, hardly looking directly at you for more than a second at a time. The heat of his gaze tracing your curves through quick glances pools deep in your core.

“You know you can look, right?” You sure aren’t refraining from doing so after all.

His face reaches its usual redness—hasn’t he learned anything from making you cum like crazy with just his fingers? It’s cute nonetheless; Izuku will never change.

He doesn’t answer your rhetorical question, only gives you a shy command in that tentative, very cute voice of his.

“Could you lay down on this for me?”

You saw this coming, but still, you’re a bit surprised he’s asking you that out loud. You gladly oblige with your legs pressed together, slightly bent. It’s another golden opportunity to tease him a bit:. “This isn’t exactly the right use for this blanket. Aren’t we supposed to eat on this?”

He smiles at the ground while kneeling at your feet.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I’m planning to do.”

Your sly smile fades away. His tone is a contradictory mix of shyness and determination, so it’s a bit confusing but also unbearably hot—you swear an astounding wave of heat is crashing through your deepest parts, untouched, just from some words and a funny tone. You rub your thighs together before he grabs and parts them to slip himself between them.

He crawls over you and leans down to kiss you, a bit more confident than earlier. His hips are pressing between your legs, where you can feel his hardness best.

He’s rutting more and more against you as the kiss intensifies. You could think it’d be a lot less exciting now that you know he’s going to eat you out, there’d be no suspense. Wrong. The little shit apparently likes to tease you to death, because he left your lips to kiss your face, nip at your neck, suck at your ears. Dragging his devilish hands everywhere, pressing harder each time you get louder. An especially heavy whine makes him buck hard, his mouth back against yours.

“The more impatient you get, the slower it’s gonna be,” he murmurs against your lips, and starts to make his way down to where you want him, kissing every inch of you, clouding your mind with desire. It’s way too much and still not enough; it’s maddening. When he finally reaches down, you’re on the verge of a second orgasm like you hadn’t just come down a few minutes ago.

He’s holding your thighs apart in a firm grip. Just the touch of his fingers burns your skin deliciously, and the look he’s giving you from between your legs...his eyes are clouded, half-lidded, looking at the part of you he’s never gotten to see before. It feels like he’s been looking forever and just a second at the same time.

He finally dips into you, leaving butterfly kisses all over your inner thighs, punctuated by little nips, nuzzling the soft skin. He’s not looking you in the eye anymore, his gaze lingering all over your body—all over except for your face. You can make out a slight blush on his cheeks despite the dimness all around. You know him better than anyone, so you immediately recognize what’s going on in his mind just from the slightest hint in his eyes. He looks like he’s fighting a battle against himself, his shyness against his hunger. And you know who you’re both rooting for.

He finally gives in, and it takes your breath away. A single, slight lick on your clit and you’re gone. And the next ones, more and more intense, more and more hungry, push you further to tumble over your edge. He grunts into your heat, multiple times. Moans like he’s the one squirming under your mouth.

His hands hold a firm grip on your hips, squeezing the flesh and keeping you in place—he doesn’t even give you an inch to move. You can only take and take and take. But you still have the luxury of your free hands, and they rush to bury in the knots of his messy wet curls, your nails dragging, scratching his scalp.

His lips close on your clit and suck just a bit, and before you can refrain, you pull on his hair, hard. He gasps, and the moment you think you hurt him, he breathes his loudest moan, right into you. You’re filled with the vibrations—they spread all over your body, have you throwing your head back, trembling from head to toe.

The louder you are, the hungrier he gets, filling you with his insatiable tongue. You have to look at him right now. And you expected quite a show, but you certainly weren't prepared to see this—him rutting against the ground like an animal. You realize he’s getting off just from your taste, just from eating you out. His hips roll repeatedly, making you salivate just to the thought of those same hips bucking into yours, fucking you into oblivion. And the more he ruts, the louder he gets.

Now if he wants to moan, you’re going to give him a good reason to.

You hint for him to face you with a light tug on his hair. As soon as he’s back up, he dives in to kiss you. You don’t let him. In a second he’s on his back with you seated on his hips.

“What did I say about letting you play on your own, hm?”

The ‘deer caught in headlights’ look is so cute on him. And the rest is a marvel to look at. You’re straddling him and he has no other choice than to let you devour him with your eyes—not that he couldn’t bounce you off of him with just a thrust of his hips, but he already would have if he wanted to. You let your gaze wander mindlessly over him—it’s surreal. There’s no way he’s actually under you, waiting for you to please him back with his mouth and jaw still shining with your juices. It has to be a dream—it’s always been after all.

You shift so you’re straddling his parted thighs. You can finally take a look at him. The whole thing, that is. His cock is resting against his lower stomach, hard and swollen and thick. It’s a pretty, bright pink, shining with pre-cum at the tip. Your mouth waters just at the sight of it.

He’s looking down at you, his face as flushed as his dick, that usual blush still exquisitely coating his freckles. You take him in your hand, dive in to give a lick to the tip and his head falls back down with a whimper. You let your tongue drag over the whole length on the underside, and your lips close around the tip in a wet smooch. His hips jerk up a bit, startling you.

You finally take him whole in your mouth, and you can feel his whole body tensing under you. You start bobbing up and down, going a bit further each time, earning a series of shameless moans because this boy is loud. You expected him to express himself during sex since he’s such a mumbler—and frankly, it was always one of your biggest fantasies, hearing him come undone because of you, lose any sense of shame and self-restriction when he’s such a anxious person otherwise.

But you could’ve thought about it every night and day and still never be ready for this. It’s sinful. His hand goes to grab your hair just like you did to him, and now you get why he liked it so much. The feel of his nails scratching your scalp is electrifying, soothing and destructive at the same time.

Your tongue hits a precise spot just under the tip and he jerks up again, nearly screams, “Fuck—yes, right there, please—d-do that again!”

And you do, you can only oblige—he asked so nicely. Your lips go up and down, over and over, your tongue grazing this spot with a bit more pressure every single time. You squint over him, and what you find there is a mess. Trying so hard not to buck into your mouth but failing miserably. Sounding like he’s at Heaven’s gate.

“Easy, Zuku. You’re gonna scare the birds away,” you chuckle against him, your lips brushing the tip, dripping with your saliva and pre-cum.

“Do I need to remind you…how loud you were for me earlier?” He’s looking back down at you as he speaks, a tremble in his voice telltale of his approaching climax. “You sounded...so good, baby, I swear...wanna hear you again, wanna make you scream, just for me, fuck—”

You can feel yourself soaking the blanket, can feel the slick trickle down your folds and stain the plaid cotton. Is he aware of what he’s doing? Or is he just saying whatever is going through his chaotic mind? In any case it has you starving. So you let go of his cock and, before he can protest, crawl back to his face and kiss him desperately. Tasting both of your fluids in a mindblowing mix.

You pull back just enough to be able to speak, because you need him to understand you loud and clear when you say: “Please, Izuku, I need you inside me, I’ve waited so long. Please.”

“Okay, okay, fuck—” He cuts himself off, his eyes slightly drooping like a sad puppy. “I-I don’t have any condoms.”

“You mean you probably have pads in there for me but no condoms?” you say with your eyebrows raised, your mocking tone hinting at a teasing remark, far from criticism.

He frowns in confusion. “How do you know I have pads in there?”

“So the legend turns out to be true. After all these years—”

“Shut up, you’re impossible,” he chuckles heatlessly, resting his hands on your back.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” you assure him with a soft tone.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m on the pill, yeah.”

He rolls his eyes, then clarifies, a hint of hesitation clear in his voice.

“No I mean...you’re sure you wanna do this?” He marks a brief pause, takes a short breath. “With me?”

You don’t even think before answering, it slips your mouth like it’s not even your own words: “I don’t want it with anyone else.”

There’s a silence.

“Fuck, that sounds cheesy,” you scoff, looking away.

“It does, but we’re both cheesy idiots, apparently.”

You look back at him. His smile is so fond, so loving; it melts your heart in the best way.

“I wanna be your cheesy idiot,” you say against his mouth, looking right into his eyes, willing to fall in them.

“You always have been,” he nearly whispers. It fills your stomach with familiar warmth, intense and overwhelming, comforting.

There’s a bittersweet taste in your mouth, one of regret and lost time and God, we’re idiots.

Now it’s about time you make up for it all.

You look down at him, rolling your hips against him, dripping all over his cock, coating him in your juices.

“I think I asked you something, didn’t I?”

A whimper escapes him at the feeling. His hips buck up slightly, hands gripping at your back. When you do it again, you don’t get the chance to see his reaction; you’re on your back again, him towering over you, his thigh between your legs.

He’s looking at you with something in his eyes you don’t recognize, but the tone he speaks with has your entire body quaking.

“And you’re gonna get it, sweetheart.”

He holds himself over his left forearm, his hand thumbing at your cheek while the other strokes the whole length of your thigh. Your noses are brushing, your breaths crashing together. Your hands hold tight to his nape, playing with the short hair mindlessly as you’re waiting to be filled, finally.

You feel the stretch instantly. You try to focus on those mesmerizing emerald gems he calls eyes. They look right through your soul, eating you up and you barely feel the pain. He’s taking it slow, inch by inch, giving you all the time you need, caressing your cheek with a tender stroke of his thumb.

“Relax for me, baby.”

Izuku’s voice is a soothing sound over the incessant chirping of the grasshoppers. It was always one of your favorite things to hear, its every tone another blessing to your ears. It’s loving when he asks if you’re okay, comforting when he whispers sweet nothings to you as you cry on his shoulder, heartening when he’s going on about anything he’s passionate about.

He’s kissing every part of skin he has access to, over your face, your jaw, your neck. You feel yourself relaxing around him, and roll your hips up to give him the hint.

When he starts moving it’s still slow and careful. He doesn’t break eye contact, so you can see his every reaction, and he can see all yours. His hand is still playing with your hair, even as his pace speeds up with every second. The weight of him over you feels amazing, it holds him close against you, countless parts of you both rubbing together: your chests, your stomachs, your thighs. He doesn’t even have a lot of space to move. But getting to touch and get touched by him like this, it's incredible. You always had him so close to you, always right there and still so out of reach.

You still need more; you’re insatiable. You need to see him come undone under you, because of you. You push him to roll on his back, and you end up straddling him, setting the pace yourself. You start bouncing up and down on his cock, taking balance on the hard planes of his abs. He immediately reaches up to grab your hips, guiding you along.

His face tenses up, frowning, his nose wrinkling, his lips parted just to let out a series of breathy sighs. He looks wrecked and dizzy and stunning. He’s keeping his eyes open, fixed up on you, specifically on your breasts, bouncing with your every motion. And you can feel his gaze on your skin just as much as you feel his hands gripping harder at the flesh below your hips.

“Eyes up here, Zuku,” you coo with two fingers pointed at your eyes.

He doesn’t answer, only sits up easily and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You look so amazing, you have no idea what you do to me,” he says with a trembling voice, filled with bliss.

Your heart misses a beat at his words, they fill you with warmth and comfort because he definitely doesn’t have any idea what he’s doing to you. He delves his face into your neck, kissing and nuzzling, his breath coming shorter and shorter, crashing against your skin and his hands running all over you. The sound of his hoarse voice resonates through the forest and through your soul, echoing an enchanting song.

With little effort, he puts you back under him so he can pound into you with full force, and your legs immediately come up to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper. Your hands grab his hair, tugging to see if you get the same reaction as earlier, and it doesn’t miss: he lets out a groan right into your ear, speeding up his pace again.

The sky is dark now, and all you can hear are his moans and yours and the slap of your hips coming together repeatedly. Your head is thrown back when he grabs you by the hair, forcing you to turn your head and face him.

“Look at me. I wanna see you.”

“Izuku, I’m gonna—”

“I know, baby. Let go for me, come on.”

Just the feel of his hand trailing down your stomach awakens something in you, this familiar pressure growing tight in your belly. And when his fingers reach your clit, a couple of strokes are enough to have you screaming his name, tightening around him, and pulling him towards his climax with you. His thrusts come franticly as you milk him dry, clawing desperately at his back, panting in his mouth as he leaned down to kiss you through both your climaxes.

As soon as he comes down, he rolls over on his side, still laying close to you, an arm thrown over you. You both take a minute to catch your breaths and, weirdly enough, you don’t hear anything aside from your panting. You really must have scared the birds away. Izuku breaks the silence first.

“Do you wanna...sleep at my place?”

He’s looking over at you and, despite the sky getting dark, you can easily imagine the blush coating his cheeks right now, like he didn’t make you scream his name, drunk on his cock two minutes ago.

You can’t repress your fond smile at his proposition.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

You take a minute to gather your clothes from all over the place and get dressed, then grab your bag to tug it over your shoulder.

“You got everything?”

Izuku is waiting for you just outside the trees. You take a quick look around, making sure you haven’t forgotten anything, and turn around without a second look at the place.

Because although it was your first time setting foot here, it definitely won’t be the last; you will come back here with Izuku every chance you get, making it your shared secret, your own little wonderland.

You gladly take the hand he’s offering, making him blush a little harder, and you head straight back into the forest together.

You walk side by side as a comfortable silence settles, only disturbed by the grasshoppers’ incessant, boisterous chirping. The sky is utterly dark now, you can make out a few stars shining above the dense trees. You walk at a steady pace, but Izuku is going a bit faster with every step. Soon enough, he’s walking a bit ahead of you, still holding your hand. Another golden occasion to tease his eagerness.

“Are we in a hurry, Zuku?”

In the dark of the night, you struggle to make out the look on his face as he turns around to look at you. A second later, he’s running, and with your hand firmly held in his, you can’t do much but try to follow along. You giggle as you run, and it quickly grows into a belly-deep laughter. He’s fast, doesn’t get tired, but you follow him anyway, probably as eager as he is. You have to zig-zag so you don’t run straight into the massive trees standing in your way.

You get to the car in no time, but you’re both out of breath when you finally get in your respective seats, ready to go home.

Izuku doesn’t even wait to catch his breath before he starts the car, the engine roaring loudly in the silence of the night, probably scaring the birds away for the upteenth time that night. You catch his happy grin in the headlights glow before he heads back into the road.

You have a feeling the night is not over; you’ve only got twenty years to make up for after all.

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