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sometimes i think life sucks, but then i'll see some pretty colours in the sky and remember there's still stuff worth living for
#im being so dead serious when i say#pretty colours in the sky put life back in me#academia#pretty skies#sunsets#sunrise#academia aesthetic#chaotic academic aesthetic#art academia#dark academic aesthetic#dark academism#chaotic academia
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Prove It, Cowboy
pairing: dodge mason x reader
summary: after the player's ball, you find yourself without a bed for the night until dodge offers for you to stay at his, but when his mom and sister catch you sneaking in they get the wrong impression.
warnings: 18+ minors dni, dry humping, protected sex (p in v), dodge’s mom and sister being kinda invasive about his sex life (?)
a/n: dodge and his mom being so open about her sex life was so funny to me. this is kinda the reverse of a canon conversation... kinda! also i had a dream i went to one of dodge’s rodeos but he was flirting with all the girls so he was my enemy for a few days <3
A midnight sky hung over Carp, Texas when you arrived at Dodge’s house. Dodge put a finger to his lips fruitlessly as the front gate creaked loudly. The curtains of the front room twitched.
A female voice came from inside the house, “Dodge’s brought a girl home!”
Shit.
“That’s Dana,” Dodge sighed, fiddling with his keys and rubbing his forehead with a tight smile. Before he turned the keys in the lock, he turned to you, “Sorry, in advance.”
Your brows screwed together as he guided you inside.
After the player’s ball, Heather disappeared and so you were left without a bed for the night. God forbid you sneak into your own house and face the wrath of your parents.
Dodge came to the rescue.
A sigh fell from his lips at the sight of his mom and sister waiting in the living room doorway with excited smiles and hooded eyes. They behaved more like sisters than mother and daughter. It was sweet.
A dim lamp on the entrance table and the bright colours of the TV cast shadows across the room.
“Hi, I’m Y/N,” You smiled politely despite two pairs of unfamiliar eyes trained on you.
God they must think you’re here to sleep with him or something.
“Hi, sweetheart. I’m Jessica. You want something to drink?” Dodge’s mom raised her glass of red wine, “We’re watching Jeopardy.“
She was a very beautiful woman, cherub cheeks and bright green eyes. Dodge was all hard angles, he must take after his dad.
Dodge ducked into the sea-foam coloured kitchen to grab two waters from the refrigerator.
“I’m Dana!” His sister beamed. She shared an unspoken look with Dodge, who rolled his eyes. Before you could thank her, Dodge rejoined your side.
“She’s locked out and just wants somewhere to sleep,” He quelled their unspoken barrage of questions.
His mom nodded along, as if he was lying, “Okay well there’s spare blankets in the laundry room, condoms in the bathroom...”
“Oh my god,” Dodge cursed under his breath, “We’re going now.”
Jessica and Dana giggled behind their glasses of wine, the right side of drunk, “The book, Dodge.”
She winked with exaggeration, her filter totally gone with the amount she’d drank but she was clearly having a fun night in.
Dodge shook his head with a flustered laugh.
With a hand on your back, Dodge guided you to his bedroom. Your face flushed at the unexpected attention and the suggestive situation.
The two laughed rather loudly, saying how pretty you are and how Dodge will fair with a girl spending the night, for the first time you assumed.
The sound of the women stifling laughter echoed around the house. Dodge closed his bedroom door with a sheepish and apologetic smile.
His room was pretty plain; grey bedsheets, grey walls, rodeo trophies and medals, a bookshelf with framed photos on. It smelt like laundry soap and his cologne.
“I’ll sleep on the floor,” He offered, tossing his backpack onto the carpet.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t bite,” You teased, as you looked at his collection of trophies and books, “Plus they already think we’re fucking.”
Dodge gave a quick laugh, watching you read the spines on the shelf.
“What book was your mom talking about?” You turned to him and his face flushed.
“You heard that, huh?” He mumbled, “It was a joke really. She thinks she’s funny.”
Even more intrigued by his avoidance, you sized him up with squinted eyes.
Dodge cleared his throat, tidying away a pile of laundry sitting on his bed, “They uh… god this is… They used to worry about me with- with girls. They thought I was a virgin because I never brought girls home to meet them or anything… and so for Secret Santa one year I got a book about… women… My mom insists it wasn’t her and that whoever it was was trying to be funny…”
There was a long pause. Dodge shied away from your eyes, his body turned away from you, despite the little air of embarrassed laughter.
Dodge cleared his throat again, “Super weird, I know. She had kids super young and didn’t want us to make the same mistake. Not that me and Dana are mistakes but it was hard for her. She’s cool about that sorta thing though. Dana’s ex-boyfriend used to stay over all the time and she didn’t care. So if you’re worried, she won’t say anything about you being here or anything.”
Another bout of silence fell between you as Dodge assessed your features, his lips pursed and shoulders tight.
“I think that’s the most you’ve ever said to me,” You laughed and Dodge visibly relaxed.
“No, it’s cool. Not cool but, you know, I wish my family were cooler about sex. My dad saw your name in my phone and reached for his shotgun,” You laughed, “Anyway, a book is probably better than drunk hook ups at the lake.”
“Yeah probably,” Dodge nodded, leaning against the bookshelf, and there was a lull in the conversation.
“Oh… did you read it?” You giggled, a flush of red creeping up his neck and ears, “You did!”
“You can’t prove anything,” Dodge shook his head with a half-cocked smile.
“But you could,” You raised your eyebrows and he furrowed his. It was a joke, he knew that, but Dodge steeled his expression and licked his lips.
“Yeah?”
You kept your eyes on his for a long moment before smiling, “Yeah. Prove it.”
You reached out and rested a hand on his stomach. His abs were tight and lean under his button-up shirt.
One by one, you unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, running your hands along the sturdy plane of his stomach and chest.
Conflicting thoughts ran through your head. Heather was like your sister and Natalie had been planning to win Panic for years.
Would fucking Dodge Mason, their competition, be a good idea?
Your judgement was clouded by the heat radiating from his skin and the smattering of hair on his chest. His dual coloured eyes watched your face as you stood before him, admiring him.
“I saw you like this at the jump but not up close,” You rested your hands on his shoulders, biting your lip, “Thank you, saddle bronc.”
Dodge couldn’t fight the smile that spread across his cheeks, as a sputtered laugh escaped his lips.
In one movement, Dodge threw you over his shoulder and deposited you on his bed, kneeling over you.
A soft line of kisses traced along your arm to your shoulder. With every press of his lips, you itched to feel them against yours, whining at the wait.
Pink and plump, his lips pressed to the corner of your mouth before he pulled back to look down at you, stilling hovering over you.
Taking his head in your hands, you craned your neck to kiss him. Each press of his lips had you sighing contently and the swipe of his tongue had you moaning.
Dodge licked into your mouth with fervour, tongue and lips colliding with no precision, only desire.
You hooked your leg over his hips and rolled him onto his back beneath you, straddling his hips.
Dodge instinctively gripped your hips and watched with kiss-bitten lips and doe eyes as you discarded your dress onto his bedroom floor.
“You gonna give me some tips, cowboy?”
Dodge groaned, your hands pressing against his chest, as he slowly guided the rocking of your hips against his.
With every roll of your hips, your tits bounced in the lacy cups of your bra. His eyes flickered between your chest and your pink panties, rubbing against his bulge.
Dodge groaned, tightening his grip on your hips, “Lean forward.”
Following his instructions, a loud moan escaped you at the change in pressure against your clit.
“Good girl, you’re doing so good,” He rumbled, rutting his hips against yours in a perfect rhythm. Warmth bloomed in your chest at his praise.
Thank you, saddle bronc.
His muscles rippled and bulged underneath your hands as the slick between your legs dampened the skin of your inner thighs.
Cupping a hand at the nape of your neck, Dodge guided your mouth to his, kissing you with pinched brows and deep groans. Pulling away from the heated make out and pressing a deep kiss to his lips, you sat up and unbuttoned his jeans.
Dodge lay back, stroking your thighs and watching you with bated breath. Pulling him from his trance, you hooked a finger into the elastic waistband of his boxers, twanging the material against his alabaster skin.
A smile twitched at his lips as he slowly sat up and kissed you softly, rolling you onto your back. Dodge pushed his jeans off and lay between your legs, the hard length of his cock pressing into your inner thigh.
Settling your hands on each other's heated skin, Dodge kissed you deeply and nipped at your bottom lip playfully. His strong arms wrapped around you, his hand palming at the globe of your ass.
Warm and plump lips mouthed at your neck, teeth tugging the strap of your bra from your shoulder and kissing at the newly bare skin. He unhooked your bra, tossing it onto the floor and laving his tongue at your pebbled nipples.
"Please, need you," You whined, clawing at his shoulders. Dodge pressed a final kiss to your chest before sitting on his haunches and pulling your panties down your legs.
With firm hands on your inner thighs, Dodge parted your legs and bit his lip, staring at your dripping sex. You squirmed under his undivided attention, hooking your calf around his waist and pulling him on top of you.
Kissing him deeply, you pushed his boxer briefs down his hips, dragging your nails across his back once his erection sprung free. The wet tip smacked against your heated skin.
Dodge kicked his boxers off and reached into his nightstand, tearing the foil of a condom wrapper with his teeth and rolling the rubber onto his cock.
Caressing his biceps, you watched as he hovered over you and lined himself against your entrance. You hooked a leg around his hip, gasping into his open mouth as he slowly thrust into you.
Dodge's eyes fluttered shut as his hips pressed flush against yours. A ragged breath escaped his lips, tickling the skin of your neck. Dropping his head to your shoulder, Dodge sighed shakily.
"C'mon cowboy," You rolled your hips, "Buck."
Dodge let out a mix of a soft groan and a laugh into your neck, "You feel really good."
A small giggle fell from you, scratching your fingers through his hair. You bucked your hips again and Dodge clamped a hand on your hip, pulling back and rolling his hips against you.
Picking up the pace, Dodge fucked his thick cock against the sensitive spot deep within your cunt. Sloppy wet sounds echoed around the room with each buck of his hips.
Sweat beaded on your skin as the coil within the pit of your stomach tightened. Your nails clawed at the rippling muscles of Dodge's back, his skin slapping against yours.
Groans tumbled from his lips, pressing heated kisses to your skin, silencing your loud moans with his tongue in your mouth.
Digging your heels into his ass, you tightened your legs around his hips, letting him push one against your chest and his cock sinked deeper into you.
A broken gasp escaped you before his hand clamped over your mouth and his hips stopped, pressing his weight onto you.
The sound of footsteps outside his door and the subsequent flicking of light switches and closing doors alerted Dodge to the presence of his mom going to bed.
Dodge met your eyes, willing you to be quiet, as he continued to fuck you. Your brows pinched together as your interrupted pleasure began to build again, noises muffled by his strong hand.
Pressing his forehead to yours, Dodge slowed his pace and you took the opportunity to turn him onto his back, keeping his cock nestled in your cunt.
A surprised grunt tumbled from his chest and his hands groped at your body, holding you against him. You wasted no time before raising your hips and bouncing on his cock.
Dodge moaned and his eyes rolled back, covering his own mouth. A sheen of sweat on his skin glistened in the limited light. Leaning forward, your clit caught against his pubes, igniting a hotter flame within you.
"Good," Dodge praised, brushing your hair out of your face and watching your tits bounce in his face, "Such a good cowgirl."
He tipped his head back further into his plush pillow and his knees bent off the bed, fucking into you, his body pulling taut at the impending release.
"Gonna cum," Dodge rasped, panting and licking his dry lips.
You couldn't form words, only nodding, meeting his eyes and rocking your hips with the uncoordinated buck of his. The band within you was one thread away from snapping before Dodge gripped your jaw and pulled you into a heated kiss.
White hot bliss coursed through your body as you moaned into his mouth. Dodge mouthed at your unresponsive mouth, too preoccupied with moans of pleasure to reciprocate his kisses.
Dodge pulled back to watch your orgasm wash over you before he hit his peak, white ropes of cum filling the condom as he groaned deeply.
Sinking into the mattress, you lay on his sweaty chest, both trying to catch your breath. Dodge discarded the condom in the trash by his bed and pulled you into his side.
His cheeks and neck were rosy with exertion and he ran a hand up and down your back, "You should try saddle bronc."
Fucked out, you laughed into his sweaty chest, "You should keep that book."
Slowly you drifted into a blissful sleep, bodies entwined and satiated.
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— mattel
SUMMARY : “it’s been a few years since tfw got out of the life, dean and reader are married, etc. dean’s been a little self-conscious lately—he doesn’t look like how he used to; he’s put on a few pounds. just dean with love handles (PLEASEEEEE dean with love handles lives rent free in my mind) body (dean’s) appreciation, lovey dovey stuff like that. reader taking care of him :))))) dean smut fic!!!!!” - anon
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : Alison (OFC)
WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluffy, little angst, shameless horniess, dirty thoughts, size kink ngl
WORD COUNT : 2.9k
A/N : title from an avenged sevenfold song. this fills the square for sex shop on my @jacklesversebingo card. there will be a second part, hehe. xx
“Wow,” you looked around with your lips parted in astonishment at the hundreds of sex toys that covered the wall from top to bottom. “I’ve been missing out.” They had cute names and cute ‘mascots’ stamped on the boxes that held the toys within. You saw bunnies and panda bears and pretty colours like pink, purple, and sky blue.
Dean chuckled behind you and you turned to watch him roll his eyes as he looked to the side. You followed his gaze and you were bombarded with lewd sex books. One of them was open on a bookstand to a page with a man and woman having sex in a position that seemed too acrobatic to actually be pleasurable. You blinked, jaw dropped in shock, and turned your eyes to Dean whose cheeks turned deep red when he met your gaze.
“I’d break something if we tried this!” You exclaimed to make things worse for Dean, and took the same book that resided next to it to quickly flip through it, not nearly as excitedly as you’d hate to admit you were. “This can’t be purely for my enjoyment. Although this one looks hot! Imagine if you did tha- hey!” Dean snatched the book from your hands when two women giggled as they walked around the two of you.
You looked up at him innocently, but mostly seductively when he pulled you into the lingerie section. He shoved the book he’d forgotten about into one of the shelves. Now you knew why he decided to take you this early in the morning. The shop was practically empty after two hours of being open. And Dean, the grumpy morning person he was, hurried you into getting dressed so you could arrive ‘early’ after checking his phone a couple of times. (You imagined he checked the hours and days the shop was less busy and it amused you further.)
“You need to take this seriously,” he murmured, his attention mostly focused on one of the sets above your head. You bit your lip to hide your smirk, but failed and grinned mischievously at him.
“I am!” You pouted, subtly looking at the lingerie set that caught his eye. He gave you a look and you defensively crossed your arms over your chest and turned away from him. “Fine! I’ll pick something, go ask one of the women what they recommend for us, you know, something we can share-”
“What?” Dean suddenly sounded more embarrassed and in disbelief at your request. You could feel him get closer and your skin prickled with foreshadowing excitement.
“Oh, come on.” You turned to punch his arm gently, but he still rubbed the spot. “It’ll be cute to them, just let me look around some more… Please?” He bit his lip thoughtfully and you did the same to hold back a moan at the sight of him in a plain black t-shirt and the same sweatpants he’d abandoned the night before when he made you choke on his dick and beg for him to-
“Okay, baby.” He leaned down to peck your lips and then kissed your forehead as your stomach lurched with elation and your breath bubbled in your chest. You smiled softly at him, your dirty memory evaporating like a puddle in the middle of summer.
You tried to act as casually as you could after stepping out of the dressing room at the back of the sex shop and looked for where Dean was. The same woman—Alison—who’d helped you get away with your secret, winked at you as she talked Dean’s ear off about the toy you figured one of the other employees suggested to Dean.
You carried a small bullet vibrator Alison suggested—for discrete purposes—and a lingerie set. Not the one Dean was staring at earlier, you were currently wearing it beneath your lavender dress. Alison was clearly devious and not judgmental about your request when you’d approached her about it.
Dean visibly relaxed when he saw you and you smiled at him as he thanked Alison. Your eyes dropped to the box and you quickly read Tenuto Mini and you lifted a brow inquiringly at Dean.
“Well, if you have any more questions, I’d be happy to help!” Alison chirped and smiled wide as she walked off. You pursed your lips and watched her long brown hair sway across her back. Suddenly, you began to second-guess your daring move.
“Sweetheart.” Dean’s hand finding yours pulled you out of your flight-freeze state.
“Hey,” you breathed and attempted to smile normally at him, “find something good?”
His eyes slowly moved across your face and you felt your cheeks become warm. Could he read your mind, suddenly? You forced yourself to think of food and your favourite places to have lunch in order to push away your sexual thoughts. Fear is never good for you.
“I dunno,” he murmured unenthusiastically. Your smile fell and concern wrinkled your forehead as you traced the beautiful features of his face to get a read on him.
“What do you mean?” You laughed softly.
“I just… don’t feel…” he trailed off.
“Yeah?” You managed to utter past the knot in your throat.
He stepped closer to you, his gentle hand tapped under your chin in what you think was an attempt to comfort you, and opened his mouth to finally get the moment over with, but he shut it faster than you’d like.
“Dean, what’s-”
“I don’t feel hot… anymore,” he blurted out under his breath.
It was like a cold bath, icy water that killed the fire of both your anxiety and your arousal. You frowned hard, feeling deeply troubled and somewhat hurt by his admission.
“Oh…” you whispered. You watched him bite his lip and longed to be the one who sank your teeth against the plushness of them. You had no idea what to say to him, to comfort him, or even to change his mind about it. You never really considered that he felt that way about himself and part of you wondered when or why he began having those feelings.
“Let’s just go.” He attempted to take the things you were holding, but you felt more confident now about what you were planning. Have you failed as his girlfriend? You were more than happy to prove him wrong by going through with your dirty plan.
“No,” you asserted, “I don’t know when you started feeling that way, but I don’t agree.”
“Let’s… not do this here,” he said quietly, his hand slid up to your elbow. A small group of people entered the store, the bell above the door announced their arrival, and you huffed petulantly. He pulled you closer and you felt agitated—by his words—and wondered how you were even going to play your game out without making him uncomfortable.
“Fine, but we are buying these.” You plucked the toy from his hands and turned away to pay for them yourself before he could argue against it.
The car-ride back home was tense and awkward.
You were horny, upset, troubled, and deep in thought.
Your eyes occasionally drifted over to where Dean sat, his hands wrapped lazily around the steering wheel, legs slightly parted—relaxed. He was deep in thought himself, you could tell by the way he bit his lip and occasionally tapped his thumb against the steering wheel.
You could feel your frown deepening the longer you stared at him and the deeper you fell into the black hole of your thoughts, the more troubled you felt.
How could he not feel hot when you currently wanted to jump his bones and he wasn’t even trying to be sexy? But that was just you. And you had no idea how to comfort him. Or what to say. Just in general, you didn’t know what to do. Would he believe a word you said? Just because you felt it, doesn’t mean he did, too. And that was clear from the way he expressed he felt unattractive, despite the way you were clearly more than pleased to even lay your eyes on him.
He was so beautiful.
For the most part, in the past, you did feel slightly insecure. So you understood how he felt now. But once you started dating, your insecurity went down significantly. And now that the two of you were married, you didn’t doubt for a second that he thought you were beautiful.
Nearly every morning, it was normal for you to express how displeased you were to see him walk out the door for work or having to walk out earlier than him to work yourself. How could it be that he somehow felt not hot when you shamelessly drooled over him in a t-shirt and sweats? You worshipped the ground he walked on and more than loved to be at his mercy.
You hoped at least what happened last night would prove something to him. If the way he had you on your knees, barely allowing you to touch yourself as you took his cock down your throat meant anything to him. Or if the way he made you beg and cry for him to let you orgasm after teasing you with his tongue, fingers, and cock proved anything. You hoped the memory of all of that proved him wrong, basically.
He was all you could think about, always.
Now, your mind was filled with ideas of what you’d do to watch him beg and whimper for you, too. To make him get grabby and rough with you from how much you teased him. To make him delirious by keeping him from his orgasm. To tease him with slow strokes of your hands, your mouth, or your pussy, whatever would make him pound you into the mattress until you came too many times to speak or think coherently.
You wanted to feel him all over your body. You wanted to feel his warm cum inside you. To see the bruises of his fingertips on your hips. To feel the sensitivity and puffiness of your nipples from his mouth. To feel raw and tender and wet between your legs from whatever he decided to use to please you. To feel the soreness in your muscles of having been fucked.
You wanted to see the fierce possessiveness in his green eyes. To kiss the red blush on his freckled cheeks. To hear the arousing sounds of his pleasure rumbling deeply through his chest. To watch the mind-numbing pleasure contort his beautiful face. To see and feel the way his body became taut and tense as it moved with yours.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“What?” It was when you turned to look at him that you felt your thighs relax slightly. They were slick with your arousal and you were only half-ashamed about it. You felt hotter than you already were and shifted your hips shamelessly, only to feel the Impala’s air-conditioning cool the wetness of your neediness against your cunt. Your eyes fell to his hand as it wrapped around your thigh, his fingers squeezed the sides and you instantly imagined him doing it to your neck. You felt a rapid jolt of pleasure on your clit and pressed your lips together as you caught yourself imagining the look on his face if he dared to sneak his fingers higher to feel the dampness of your arousal against your inner thighs. You attempted to remain composed. “I’m fine,” you smiled, then bit your lip to save yourself from smiling too much or not enough.
He looked at you for a few moments and your heart only began to beat faster with each passing second. Dean turned slightly to face you and you realised that you were home when you caught a glimpse of your neighbour’s lemon tree out of the corner of your eye.
What you’d give to ask Dean to steal some off the branches that hung over on your side of the yard. Just to watch his shirt ride up, to reveal his sun-kissed skin, with his sweats hanging low on his hips, his arms flexing to reach the juiciest and perfect lemons for you-
“You’re not mad are you?” Dean’s hand slid up your thigh to grasp your hip and you held your breath—hoping he’d pull you into his lap.
“What? Of course not!” You breathed out when he squeezed gently, awaiting your response. He sighed softly in relief and smiled, his hand moved away and you frowned at the loss of his touch. “I’m… horny,” you admitted bravely and watched his eyes widen and his face turn red.
“Really?” He chuckled breathlessly. He suddenly looked more confident and relaxed. He leaned forward, brushed your hair off your shoulder with his hand, and let his nose tease your jaw as the scent of your flowery perfume made his brain foggy.
You shivered and knew you were already too far gone to play any games with him. You felt his lips ghost against your neck, one of his hands held your elbow, and his other hand moved your hair out of the way on the other side of your face. You somehow felt wetter than before and unbuckled your seatbelt to climb into his lap.
Dean’s laugh died down to a moan when you kissed him and his hands found your waist on instinct. “I really need you to fuck me,” you breathed against his parted lips.
He had the audacity to smirk at you and brought his hands back up to your face to kiss you again instead. He was gentler, slower than you could handle at the moment. His thumb brushed against your warm cheekbone and his fingers tangled in your hair and you wished he would pull on it—hard—as he made you ride his cock.
You whined against his mouth, so he shut you up with his tongue sliding in between your lips to meet yours. Your arousal felt uncomfortable between your legs and your skin began to heat up even more the harder your heart pounded in your chest. You ached for him. Your body ached for him. You wanted to feel him where he’d been a million times before and your body tingled excitedly at the thought of his touch.
You moved his hand from your face and guided it between your bodies so he could feel just how desperate and serious you were about your request. He continued to kiss you, allowing you to guide him. Your lips tingled with endless desire and he soothed your need by sucking on your lip and nibbling possessively on your reddened flesh. He gasped against your mouth and nearly choked on his whimper when his fingertips grazed your lace panties, now completely soaked in your wetness.
You pulled away slightly to catch your breath and he pushed your underwear to the side to feel your slippery folds and entrance. It was embarrassingly easy the way he slipped two of his thick fingers into your. He moaned appreciatively when you panted hard against his flushed cheek and he squirmed, biting hard on his lip.
You began to undulate your hips when he perfectly curled his fingers against your walls and thumbed at your swollen clit, keeping your wet folds spread apart with his index and pinky finger. “Make me finish, Dean. Fuck, I need to cum so bad,” you begged shamelessly, practically fucking yourself on his fingers, in his car, in broad daylight, of all things.
On any other occasion, you’d be utterly ashamed, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to end the pleasure of finally having Dean’s touch right where you needed him. He was so good at making you feel hot and bothered, and you were so ready and wet, you could even hear the abundance of your arousal with every movement of your hips.
You released his wrist and sneaked your hand into his sweats, tried to find the waistband of his underwear, but instead you felt his hardened length ready against your fingers. You inhaled sharply, felt the way your pussy pulsed excitedly around his fingers, and brushed your own lower to feel the already-smeared precum on the tip of his cock.
“Oh… fuck,” Dean murmured, wavering before his fingers slipped out of you, “not here.”
You expressed your complaint with an irritated moan, but removed your hand from inside his pants despite feeling only minimally motivated to obey him. “You’re not wearing anything underneath… And I’m somehow supposed to contain myself?”
His laugh was breathy and quiet against your mouth. “I don’t remember this being what you wore under your dress,” he attempted to change the subject with his accusatory tone. He bit his lip, gazing at you through those beautiful lashes of his when you forced yourself away from him. He wasn’t fully capable of hiding the mischief in his green eyes and you inhaled deeply, smiling, hoping to resist the urge to ask again for him to claim you in his car.
“I think we are both equally surprised at what we’ve found beneath each other’s clothes.”
Dean’s playful grin was followed by laughter he couldn’t contain, a glorious sound that made the millions of dormant butterflies scatter in your stomach. You exhaled shakily and admired him, before making the wise choice of taking the bag containing your new merchandise before escaping the warmth of his car.
Dean called your name happily, but you ignored him when you heard the sexy rumble of his engine die. You stole the key from the pot containing yellow daffodils as the Impala’s door creaked shut with that same sound that brought hope to you whenever he came back home to you again.
-> mon cœur s’ouvre à ta voix
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Blooms Of Serenity ~ BC
WORD COUNT: 1.7K
GENRE: comfort fic, chan being very sweet and comforting toward a reader who has had a hard time with their anxiety/panic attacks lately, cute boyfriend chan, NON IDOLVERSE, established relationships
PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader
⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2024
⤜MASTERLIST
Sliding out of the seat carefully you held your hand out to Chan who was still refusing to let you take off the blindfold he'd put on you about an hour ago. Part of you was a little sad he'd refused to let you see, you loved going on night drives with Chan since you'd spend all of your time looking up at the stars that were scattered across the sky it was one of your favourite things to do.
"Are you going to pout all night?" Chan whispers in your ear, his breath catching on your skin making your whole body shiver.
"No, but I'll stop sooner if you let me see," You giggle trying to tempt him but it wasn't going to, Chan had been working on this surprise all week long and he wasn't going to ruin it now.
In the heart of a packed city, where life echoed everywhere and it didn't matter how far you went you'd still hear the sounds of car horns or people yelling there existed a small haven of tranquillity known as the Serenity Garden. After extensive googling, Chan had managed to find the little slice of heaven for you.
Its charm lay not only in its lush greenery and vibrant blooms of flowers but also in its ability to soothe troubled souls. And it was here that Chan decided to bring you.
The gardens were said to be completely silent, breaking away from the hustle and bustle of life which was exactly what you needed right now.
As Chan stepped into the garden, the air seemed to change, becoming lighter, and more fragrant and turned his attention to you, his hands shakily taking off the blindfold as he studied your reactions. As soon as the blindfold was off and your eyes had adjusted to the light your once tense shoulders relaxed slightly as you took in the sight of the colourful flowers swaying gently in the breeze. The place looked like something straight out of a fantasy romance book.
"Chan...Where did you even find this?" Your voice barely came out as a whisper as you walked further into the gardens, being careful of the flowers as you strolled.
"I'll never reveal my secrets, Google did play a huge part," He winks at you playfully as he smiles to himself. He was pretty proud of his find and happy with himself that it seemed to ease you, even if just for a little while.
Your eyes were still busy trying to take everything in, the garden stretched out like a patchwork quilt, with winding pathways meandering through lush greenery and colourful blooms. Huge trees provided perfect picnic spaces underneath them.
"This place is...beautiful," Your voice cracked a little as you turned to look back at Chan, who had a giant grin on his face.
"You needed time away from everything, so I found a small home away from home," He smiled, taking your hand in his and kissing it softly before making his way through the garden with you.
Every corner of the garden held its own enchantment, there were clusters of roses in shades of pink and red, and beds of vibrant tulips that swayed gracefully in the night breeze. There were even patches of wildflowers dotted around the landscape, something you truly never thought you'd see in person.
"This is like something from a book," You whispered to Chan, somehow it felt wrong if you were to speak too loudly, like somehow you would disturb the peace that was around.
"I knew you'd love it," He chuckled softly, taking you toward the centre of the garden where a majestic water fountain was sat. It was a marble basin adorned with intricate carvings that all depicted mythical creatures and flowing vines. The water trickled from the spouts filling the night air with the sound of cascading water.
"I love it and you," You told him as he carefully sat down on a brick bench that was sat in front of the fountain.
"I love you too, this is your sanctuary," He told you as you carefully sat down beside him, smiling and letting out a sigh of relief as you just let the world be.
Sitting there amidst the blooms, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, a welcome respite from the storm raging within your mind. But even in this serene setting, the echoes of your anxiety lingered, threatening to pull you back into its grasp.
As if he could sense your distress Chan wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him.
"I'm here, Yn," He whispered softly, his voice soothing your frazzled nerves as if like magic,
"You're not alone." You leaned into his embrace, finding solace in his presence, something you'd always managed to do with your boyfriend. There was something about him you couldn't quite explain, something you never thought could be possible but he calmed you.
He made you feel safe and secure whenever you were together, safe enough to let your mind go blank as you just relaxed against him. Sleeping next to someone had never been easy for you before but with Chan you always found yourself able to fall asleep with ease and even sleep through the night. Your body trusted him.
"Just close your eyes and let it be," Chan whispered, you closed her eyes, letting the sound of the water fountain and the sweet scent of flowers envelop you like a protective cocoon, Chan's strong arms around you helping all the more. With each breath, you felt the tight knot of anxiety within your chest slowly begin to unravel.
"Listen to the leaves." He said, his breath warm against your ear as you kept your eyes closed.
"Each one carries a message of hope, reminding us that even in the darkest of times, light is always there to be found." Chan pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his hands gently running up and down your arms as you felt a lump in your throat beginning to form.
"You're stronger than you realised, Yn." He continued, his voice filling you with hope and confidence.
"You've faced so many challenges before and you've emerged stronger every single time...You have the courage and the resilience to overcome this..." He stilled his hands before moving closer to your ear,
"I believe in you," He whispered as your tears began to flow, you turned to bury your face in Chan's chest and he smiled weakly.
"I know it's hard," He told you as his arms tightened around you.
"But you're not and never will be alone in this. I'm here for you, every step of the way." He tells you as you snuggled closer to him.
"We'll face this together and we'll be stronger on the other side." He promised you, and you knew you could believe him, you just knew.
As you sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt a flicker of hope ignite within you, a beacon of light in the darkness you'd been consumed in for days. With Chan by your side, you knew that you could weather any storm, and conquer any fear. Together you'd be able to emerge from anything victious.
"Thank you, Chan...for everything," You sniffled a little and Chan smiled using his hands to gently swipe away the tears that had fallen.
"You never have to thank me for something like this, I just want you to come to me in the future." He told you as you nodded, cuddling into him and smiling warmly.
After a few hours of sitting there, enjoying the night sky and the sounds of water you knew it was time to head home but there was something different. It felt as though there was a renewed sense of purpose coursing through your veins. You knew that the road ahead would be filled with challenges, but you also knew that with Chan by your side, you were going to be able to face anything that came your way.
In the days that followed your visit to the Garden, you found yourself leaning on Chan more than ever, which he was adoring every second of. All he ever wanted was to be there for you, it was part of being a boyfriend he was supposed to be there to support you in times of hardship. He became your rock, your steady anchor in the tumultuous sea of emotions. With his unwavering support, you began to face her anxiety head-on, armed with newfound courage and determination.
The two of you had developed different coping mechanisms that would help you out whenever your mind would become stormy. You took walks to the park almost every other night, leaving your phones at home and just walking hand in hand, breathing in the crisp air as you tried to let things go. Throughout every single part of it, Chan had been there, a constant source of love and encouragement, never once letting you go through any of it alone just as he had promised.
Through everything, Serenity Garden was your sanctuary, a place of refuge and where Chan would take you when everything would get too much again. You both returned to it often, seeking solace amidst the flowers and fountains and every time you came back you felt a little lighter as if the weight of the world was lifted from your shoulders, even for a short time. The two of you were back again tonight, cuddled together on the brick bench, surrounded by the gentle melody of the water fountain and the fragrant embrace of the flowers. Chan had his arms around you, pulling you close to him as his arms were a comforting shield around you.
"I love you, Yn," He whispered, his voice soft but fulled of unwavering sincerity.
"I will always be here for you, through the good times and the bad." Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you stared up at him, overwhelmed by how much Chan truly meant to you and how deep his love went for you. At that moment, you knew he was absolutely your soulmate, your partner in life's adventures.
"I love you too, Chan." Your voice choked with emotion/
"Thank you for being my rock, for never giving up on me even when I felt like I was giving up on myself." Chan brushed a gentle kiss across your forehead,
"I'll never give up on you and I'll never let you give up on yourself," He whispered to you, kissing your forehead one last time before you sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, your love burning amidst the tranquil beauty of Serenity Garden and you felt peace completely wash over you.
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For @whitewineandpizzapuffs ! Thank you for the support and please enjoy <3<3
Ace x F!Reader SFW WC: 729
“I need to get away from this ship for a bit,” You said, putting hands on Ace’s shoulders as he leaned back on his chair, almost tipping over if not for you. “Yeah?”
You nodded and pushed him back to sitting, the chair making a thud on the floor before you wrapped your arms around him, resting your chin on his head and sighed. “I just need to get away from all the, ya know… men.” You huffed into his hair and heard him laugh at that. “Getting too much testosterone in the air, huh?” he teased playfully.
“I can just go on my own,” you tried to pull your arms away, but Ace whined and grabbed you. “Aw, come on, don’t leave me.” You rolled your eyes at the whiny tone as he pawed at your arms. He acted like you were dating sometimes, not that you minded. You pushed those thoughts aside. You didn’t need to focus on your crush right now; you just needed a break from the ship.
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Taking the striker to a small island, you gripped the picnic basket for dear life as the small fire-powered boat shot across the waves, skimming over the surface. The wind in your hair and against your face felt nice. Ace would get you both there safely; you were just still getting used to going from the stable footing on the Moby to being rocked around.
Ace helped to pry you from the striker's mast. Taking his hand, you let him help you off and onto the sand. You signed and took a breath as Ace grabbed the basket and headed to the shady area under the palm trees.
This island was smaller than it looked on the map, but that meant it was all yours, just the two of you. You watched Ace set out the picnic blanket before he kicked off his heavy boots, flopping down and letting out a pleased sound as he wiggled his toes. You tossed your backpack to the ground and joined him.
“This is nice; I already feel so much better,” you said as you rummaged in your bag for a sketchbook and pens. Ace’s face lit up when he saw the marker pens. You got comfy against him, reaching into the picnic basket, getting out a bottle of soda, popping it open, and taking a swig.
You quirked an eyebrow when Ace arranged your leg across his lap, a blue pen in his hand. You watched him uncap the pen and start to colour in one of your many tattoos. Your arms and legs were covered in lots of black line work, and you’d never considered you’d make the perfect coloring book.
Watching Ace focus on your leg, gently colouring in one of your tattoos, how his nose scrunched and the tip of his tongue stuck out as he focused on his work. He finished with the blue and then switched to green. You laughed out, and he blinked up at you. “Sorry, it tickles,” you said with a giggle.
Ace couldn’t help himself, smiling at hearing the giggle as his heart fluttered. The sound of you happy was everything to him, even if it was just you being ticklish. “I didn’t mean to, for once,” he said as his smile turned into a cheeky smirk. “Sure, I believe you,” you poked your tongue out at him and started to sketch as he went back to coloring.
This was exactly what you needed: time away from the busy ship, a small tropical paradise, and spending time with your best friend. The sun started to set, and you’d curled against Ace as you watched the sky change above.
“I think you made me look pretty, Ace.” You said, stretching out your arms and legs and looking at all the colours he’d added to your tattoos. “Nah, you're already pretty. I just added a little something.” Ace said giving you a wink.
Both of you suddenly felt warm, cheeks dusted with pink at his comment. “M-maybe I should get these coloured for real,” you mumbled, looking at your skin. “Yeah, you should,” he added, looking away.
“Wanna head back?” he asked, going to stand before you stopped him. “Just a little longer?” you asked, a gentle plead in your voice, and he nodded, getting comfy next to you. “Thank you, Ace.”
“Anytime,”
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"𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓅 𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓎!"
💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Rafayel & Sylus x Gender-neutral reader
💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: a little doll
💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling mistakes
💫𝑅𝒶𝒻𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓁 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝒷𝓎𝓈𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝓇"
A doll of him
Such a faulty doll, the shade of his hair wasn't even correct—the purple was far too dark to suit him, the colour of his eyes were completely wrong, and the clothes they designed for the little plushie were atrocious, yet, even after he dissected all of its faultiness you still find it so adorable.
So adorable to the point you want to keep it, it feels like a slap in the face for him that willingly chose to keep that plushie of him when you could have the real thing. Don’t mind him sulking, why don’t you play with your new “lover” since you love him so much? What is he talking about? Seriously, are you gaslighting him as well? Arent you self-aware enough to realize you're cheating? How shameless.
“You have to pick, between me or that thing!”
What is even happening right now?... he’s crossing his arms and protesting you over a knock-off plushie that looks like him… ”Rafayel, what are you talking about?” you tilt your head to the suede in confusion while the culprit of the outburst is in your hands, having the time of its life.
“Don’t play dumb, you’re showing that thing more than me! And I'm your lover!” he chided, a nasty scowl on his face would make anyone think it was something serious but, this was so childish…
“I’m not showing it more love than you.”
“You so are!” he banters back, staring at the doll more than your face with such venom in his eyes.
“I’m not!”
💫𝒮𝓎𝓁𝓊𝓈 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒪𝒻 𝒪𝓃𝓎𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓊𝓈"
A doll of you
It’s embarrassing how he has a small little doll of you, sitting right on the table while he reads his books. He made sure you looked just like you as if you were turned into a doll, with the exact hair colour, eye colour, and a pretty little outfit along with a pretty smile on its lips.
It’s so uncanny to you, that you want to take it away from him, which is something Sylus refuses to let you have, since if it’s something that gets you easily riled up, then he’ll gladly keep on throwing gasoline into the fire.
“Give it here,” you demand, holding your hand for the plushie, which he just smirks at you, looking at the plushie in his hand, going to hand it to you, before only ripping it away from your grasp the second you got near and putting it high in the sky. You could feel your face fuming while you jumped and got on the tips of your toes to retrieve it only shot down by Sylus' height.
“Just give it.” you seethed in venom, while he grins back at your desperate attempts. “I don’t remember this little thing being bought by you.” he hummed, shaking it above to get you more fired up, “Well, when you make it look like me, it’s reasonable that I get some of the share.” you sneered, your body was against his—as if were some kind of support for your body, yet still all you attempts were unsuccessful.
“If it gets you this fired up, how about I keep it? You look quite good when your angry and desperate.”
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| better in the rain. |
୨୧ pairings: yuta okkotsu x f!reader
୨୧ context: just pure fluff
୨୧ a/n: this is actually my first ever post so follow for more >3<
୨୧ wc: 441
୨୧ music to listen to: glue song by beabadoobe
the clock always seems to tick past midnight by the time yuta returns home from battling curses. these precious moments spent together are rare and always cherished by both of you.
you find yourself nestled between his legs, leaning back against his strong chest as he runs his fingers through your hair. the comforting silence envelopes you both as you savour each other's presence.
with a contented sigh, yuta tilts his head back against the soft cushion, a smile spreading across his lips as he appreciates having you in his life. as you gaze outside the window, you observe the rain pouring down against the backdrop of a dark, starless sky.
“baby, it’s raining,” you mumble, playfully poking at his thigh. “hm?” “i wanna go outside with you,” you express to him.
he chuckles lightly and eventually ceases playing with your hair. “let’s go dance in the rain. it’ll be fun.” you suggest with a small smile still on your face and you swiftly move off the couch. “okay, whatever you want, beautiful,” he mumbles with a lazy smile.
your feet meet the cold wooden floor, and you dash to find a pair of sandals lying around your shared apartment. he follows after you, putting on the sneakers he had left by the doormat.
you both end up rushing to put on your shoes and he ends up following you outside in front of your cozy shared apartment. it’s pretty dark out, considering only a few street lights were on.
while standing in the pouring rain you wrapped your arms around yuta's shoulder, you couldn't help but smile widely, your dimples making an appearance. he responded with a heartfelt smile of his own and pulled you closer by wrapping his arms around your waist.
"baby," you murmured, looking up at him with all the love in the world shining in your eyes. "yeah?" he replied, his voice warm and affectionate. "sing me a song," you requested, unable to contain the proud smile lighting up your face. "uh, okay sure, my love," he said, a hint of shyness colouring his response. you couldn't help but giggle at his awkwardness after being asked to sing.
as the rain continues to pour down, he hums a song you told him reminded you of him “glue song.” he takes a step back and gently twirls you, sending both of you into fits of giggles. pulling you close again, he gazes into your eyes with adoration. the rain has drenched both of you, but neither of you mind, simply relishing in this tender moment.
"i love you," he says suddenly, you flash him a wide smile and rise up on your toes to leave a sweet kiss on his cheek.
"i love you too, baby.”
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The Girls in Argentina
oikawa x f.reader cw: angst, nickname shittykawa w.c. 2.2k summer festival, broken dreams, broken hearts.
Do girls in Argentina love you like I loved you? Do they know you like I know you? Do they want you like I want you? These are often thoughts that pop into your head. 18,059 kelometres away from you (approximately) is a boy you once loved. Living his life out probably not thinking about you in the slightest. Doesn’t he know you watch every game he plays? Does he know you have bought every single piece of merchandise that has his god forsaken name on it? Absolutely not. God you must seem delusional. So why are you standing in front of the summer festival alone?
“Hey Toru”
It was the midst of the summer festival during 1st year. Merely knowing each other for a couple of months. Rushing into a relationship with no thought or consequence. He had told you his plans from the start, but you paid no mind. It's that moment when something just clicks within; a feeling of a scene that lights up a scene with a glow and a pop. Colours stream all across the sky. Eyes sparkle with curiosity as colors illuminate the sky.
“Well, aren't they pretty?” He asks you in that ever so sweet tone, leaning against the metal railing with his arms resting against them and god, that ever so god forbidding smirk across his pretty face.
“They are pretty” Is all you could muster up as you look upon the midnight sky lit with fireworks.
Like as if you were in a sappy romance movie, he pulls you in. He grabs you by your waist, pulling you close to him. “God how sappy can this man get” you think as a smile creeps out from your teeth.
“Let's do this every year.” He lets out into the cool midnight air.
“I would love that Toru!” you exclaim with certain joy as if this new tradition was a promise.
God, how naive are teenagers?
So why? Why isn’t he here with you right now? How many promises has he broken? How many will it take to finally let go?
and out of all god-forsaken people you can go with, you go with his high school friends?
“This really takes me back to high school you know” Hanamaki exclaims as he raises his hand to the sky as if he were trying to grab the fireworks in the air.
“You look stupid” Matsukawa buds in with the same stupid look on his face.
“Hey! Can’t a guy reminisce?” Makki pouts and frowns as he lowers his hand from the sky to subconsciously put on the railing.
There is a long pause as the three of you watch the fireworks together. It feels empty as if the air has shifted or something is missing.
“You know It’s weird, Oikawa isn’t here with us, Iwaizumi too,” Makki stated as if that’s what everybody was thinking
“I guess you’re right.” Mattsun agrees as he looks at you standing there with your eyes focused on the site ahead. “You’ve been awfully quiet,” he adds on looking at you with slight concern.
“Not much to add on.” you simply state as you don’t look back at him, rather paying attention to the night sky that faces you.
“Missing Oikawa again?” Makki questions with a raised eyebrow as he now begins to stare at you too.
“Now why would I be missing him? It’s been years since I’ve last seen him.” You explain with a scoff as you finally turn to face the two boys; their faces with a look of pity causing your face to soften. “Besides, he’s definitely moved on. Probably with some pretty lady in Argentina, I’d think.”
Just like that, you managed to avoid a bullet of talking about your feelings, pushing everything aside and making everything awkward again. Great.
In your second year of high school, things just about added up the same. The same summer festival, the same person you spent it with, that being the salty as ever Oikawa.
“Ushiwaka is such an annoyance! I would have gone to nationals if he wasn’t so lame” Oikawa pouts in his oh-so-dramatic tone as he crosses his arms as he sits on the grass along the hill.
“You’ll get him next time, Oikawa.” You console him as you rub his back in comfort.
“I better! Tobio-chan will be a 1st year starting next spring as well, making everything more difficult." His expression was one disgusted look when he mentioned his former kohai.
“You’re cute when you’re angry you know…” You blurt out unintentionally, smiling at the thought. Everything about him was beautiful, his glowing brown eyes, his fluffy brown hair, his attractive smirk, and his disgustingly addicting personality. He looked just like a prince that would appear in dreams.
“Oh? You think so?” He teased in that stupid flirty tone of his. As he grabs your face, planting a quick kiss on your lips. Short but sweet, just how he liked to kiss you.
He was a drug, and you were addicted.
“Oi Shittykawa! There you are.” A voice calls out from behind. You both turn your head towards the owner of the voice. It was Iwaizumi.
“Iwa! You really know how to ruin the moment, don’t you?” Oikawa exclaimed as he angrily glared at his best friend. He knew that his best friend wasn’t at all intimidated by his presence. You couldn’t help but laugh as the situation unfolded in front of you, causing Oikawa to shoot you a glare too.
“Well, you’re the one who decided to run off to make out with y/n” Iwaizumi counters as he grabs Oikawa by his collar, now dragging him along the grass. “C'mon you two, let's go back to Hanamaki and Matsukawa.”
“Hey, Hey! Let me go Iwa! I can walk on my own!” Oikawa insists with no avail as Iwaizumi continues to drag him across the grass. “Y/n! Give your boyfriend a bit of help here!”
“Coming! Coming!” You reply chasing after the two of them in your yukata and geta.
You begin to wander the festival alone, splitting off from Mattsun and Makki. In a sea of people, how does one get so lonely? The food stalls, kids laughing and smiling whilst enjoying the various carnival games, and local shops lined the pathway along the shrine; none of current interest to you. Why did you even come to this festival anyway? Don’t you have better things to do?
“Y/n?” That voice… Iwaizumi?
“Y/n it’s me-“
“Iwaizumi? What are you doing here?!?” Shocked, you turn around to meet Iwaizumi with a mouth agape. “Not that you can’t be here! I just would think you would be in Tokyo and not Miyagi right now!”
Iwaizumi just lets out a smile and pats your head as you let out a yelp. “Well, I had time off, so I took it.” He explains with a joyful look on his face, most likely due to that he’s happy he got time off from his job. “I’d assume Makki and Mattsun are here right now as well?”
You nod your head in agreement. “Makki and Mattsun are by our normal spot near the railings.”
“I’ll go and meet them then. You coming with me?” He asks you as he starts walking in the direction where the two others are.
“No, I think I'm going to wander around a bit. I’m sure you and the two of them have a lot of catching up to do.” You inform him as he begins to walk away.
“See you later then, Y/n” He waves
“You too Iwaizumi.”
Time flows fast no matter how you think about it. 3 years you’ve known Oikawa, and now it’s a ticking time bomb until the expiration date.
The same summer festival, the same scene, the same everything, though this time It feels like the world is ending.
“Will you still be here to watch the fireworks after high school Toru?” you question as you hug your knees to your chest as you rest your head on his shoulder.
“Maybe, the future is unknown.” He answers whilst he sits on the grass arms resting in his kneecaps.
“I see” is a simple but expressive answer, but it describes exactly how you were feeling.
Suddenly an awkward silence fills the air, as if the air in your lungs feels tight and you couldn’t breathe even if you tried.
“So it’s official, you’re going away?”
“It’s official.” He says while looking to the ground with a saddened soft expression. It’s rare he’d ever make an expression like this, he’s always playing a part around others after all. “Don’t be sad though, let's enjoy all the time we have left together,” he suggests as he takes the arm closest to you and wraps it around your side pulling you in closer.
“I guess we should.” You say in agreement. though, it doesn’t reflect how you truly feel. You feel as if you want to stop him from leaving, change his mind, and fight for the two of you, but who are you to tell Oikawa Toru what to do? He is his own person. He is capable of making decisions for himself. You knew what you were getting yourself into. He told you his dream. He told you from the start that he wanted to play for Argentina. So what gives you the right to be selfish and convince him to stay?
“I love you, Y/n. Remember that.”
And with that, a kiss on the forehead, the fireworks show ends with a blank canvas of the midnight sky.
You find yourself at the place where the two of you had spent the 3 years of summer festivals together, looking out onto the grassy hill you decide to walk over and take a seat on the grass. You stare into the night sky as if it was like an empty void. Once the show of lights ends, the sky becomes empty. It's like how fireworks can’t be noticed without the midnight sky behind them.
“You look awfully lonely.”
Wait… no it can’t be.
“Mind if I sit with you? Such a pretty lady shouldn’t be sitting by herself at a summer festival.”
Oikawa Toru..?
You look away from the sky and to the person now sitting beside you. It was him. It was Oikawa Toru. The man who you had been longing for all these years. He looked older, a bigger build than he did in high school, but it sure was him.
“But Toru, aren’t you supposed to be-“
“Shh, I wouldn’t break a promise would I?” *He interrupts as he wraps a hand around your waist just like when you guys were teenagers.
“You’ve broken the promise for five years straight.” You rebuttal with a smile on your face as he really did fulfil his promise this time.
“That… Shouldn’t matter! I’m here now!” He sweats knowing that he actually did break his promise he made in the 1st year of high school.
A long moment of silence fills the air as the two of you sit under the moonlight. Just enjoying each other's presence. Neither daring to break the silence.
“I couldn’t get you out of my head you know…” Oikawa admits as he exhales deeply, taking the leap and breaking the former silence that hung over the two of you, whilst hugging you tighter. “Every girl I’d date just never felt the same. It wasn’t you.”
“I thought I was the only one who felt that way…” you reply to his problem as you relate to it deeply.
“Though, Is it true that you own everything that has my face on it?” He teased with that signature smirk on his face.
“Way to ruin a moment.” You roll your eyes and play-punch his chest as you still keep the same close distance as before. You were going to kill Makki and Mattsun later.
“Sorry, sorry.” He laughs as he tries to deflect your playful punches.
Five years later, the two of you still click like it was high school, it’s like no time has passed. Both, are entangled and in love. It all plays out like it has previously. He cups your cheek, leans in, and kisses you. Though this time, it felt like a kiss of longing. One of hunger, of passion. It wasn’t the quick kiss Toru used to give you. Maybe… This is realization.
As the kiss ends, you're left staring into each other's eyes. “It won’t ever work out, will it Toru?” you ask in a quiet manner, as if speaking loudly will shatter the moment.
He stares into your eyes a bit longer before hugging you tightly. “You’re right, It won’t.” he sighs and he starts playing with your done-up hair. “But… being with you will always feel like home,” he says reassuringly as he continues to hug you close.
Maybe, life will never bring you two close again, but It’s damn certain no girl in Argentina had his heart like you did.
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Cardigan
Lena was an early riser. She liked the quiet of the city before anyone else woke up, the colour of the sky before the sun was truly out and the calmness in the air that let her feel free of responsibilities, if only for a short moment. Yet, waking up curled up next to Kara in bed got her in no hurry to get out. She could go without coffee for a bit longer.
Kara was still asleep and Lena was content just holding her close for a while. She still couldn't believe everything that had happened between them, that Kara and her were really a thing. But she believed Kara completely and wholly when she told her she loved her, and for the first time in her life let herself feel secure and safe with everything she was with another person.
After a long while in bed Lena started to get restless, she needed her coffee and wanted the fresh air, maybe even start off with one of the books she brought specifically for their time here. She really missed reading, it was not an easy hobby to hold on to in her busy schedule. She carefully wiggled herself free from Kara's grasp and tiptoed her way down to the kitchen, collecting random articles of clothing along the way from the ground and her open suitcase in the corner.
Lena got her sweatpants and a white shirt, but it was Kara's cardigan she collected instead of her own. She smiled to herself as she put it on, letting herself be surrounded with Kara's smell. In the kitchen, the old kettle whistled, letting her know the water had boiled. Lena took it off the stove and finished making her coffee. Taking a small sip she was really glad she brought her own special blend from home.
Lena took her coffee, one of her books and headed outside. There was a light rain outside, so sitting on one of the chairs in the garden was probably not a smart idea, luckily there was an old bench next to the backyard entrance under the small pergola with a small table next to it that seemed great. She put down the coffee and the book on the table and went inside to gather a small pillow. She put the pillow under her back so she could lay reclined on the bench in a comfortable position right next to the table. The view of the small garden was gorgeous, she didn't remember it, but it gave her some sense of comfort. The air felt fresher than anything she breathed in a long while.
Her coffee was gone and she was a few good pages into her book when she saw Kara appear near the back door. Lena smiled to herself as the very sleepy Kryptonian made her way to her and laced herself on top of Lena, her face buried in her stomach granting her a pretty nice and warm personal heavy blanket.
"You weren't in bed," Kara explained, her voice deep and rusp with sleep.
Lena chuckled, letting the hand that held the book fall to her side as the other started curling through Kara’s hair.
"Did you miss me?" She teased.
"Mmm," Kara affirmed with a hum, burning her face further under Lena's Shirt.
Lena simply smiled.
There she was curled on a bench with the love of her life reading a book on a lazy morning in her first ever home. Shedding their family's past and expectations behind, in order to let themselves build a new future together. Their very own family.
Lena took a deep breath of fresh air and let herself fully relax. She wasn't sure how she was so lucky to get to that point in her life, but she’d never felt happier.
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And maybe you’re the love of my life.
summary : you’re at the beach with ellie.
fluff, agnst
The sound of the waves comforted you. the sound of of the wind hitting on the grass, making the silence beautiful enough to not feel lonely. the sun piercing its ray on your skin. feeling the warmth making you feel like you were in a dream. the comfort, the warmth, it all felt like home. you felt so safe.
and she knew how you felt at the ocean.
she knew it was your happiness.
so she took you there.
You were the happiest girl in the world
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“isn’t it beautiful baby?” Ellie asked you
“Ellie! this- i don’t even have the words to express you how much i love you right now!”
Ellie smiled at you. her eyes almost closed due to how wide it was. she was smiling because of your love for the sound of the waves, for the beautiful colours drew in the sky like it was a piece of forgotten art.
she took your hand
you followed her
and you and Ellie swimming in the cold ocean was just as pretty as when you were home
she was your home.
you could see the way she looked at you, like you were the only person that mattered.
you felt the love coming from her expressions, her touch, her words.
your world was Ellie.
whenever your hair was on your face, she would put it behind your ears, looking at the colour of your eyes, thinking about your lips on hers, seeing every single details about you- needing to feel you on her skin.
the laughs were like the memories of you and your parents playing a game together, echoing into your mind into an infinite void of empty memories. that you could remember it, and feel it, and wish you could revive it.
all over again.
the feeling of her laugh as the radiation of her sound into your brain was mesmerizing, couldnt look away from how she sounded.
couldnt turn away from her love
couldnt turn away from the sound of the waves mixed with your and her laugh.
“you’re beautiful”
the redness pigmented on your cheeks as you couldnt help but smile, like an idiot.
why was being in love so embarrassing?
it didnt even matter.
maybe ellie was the love of your life.
maybe you were only a dreamer.
maybe even you talked all night, about everything and nothing, everything was an endless loop.
an endless loop about feeling embarrassed to fall in love again with her.
because the day you went on the beach, the day you were the happiest, the day you wore your most beautiful dress, the day she told you she’d met you that day- to repeat it all again
you saw her dancing on the hot sand with another girl
you saw her looking at that girl the same way she looked at you.
idiot
maybe she felt like home, but it wasnt homely.
going in circles again, your lungs screaming of the search of air.
or maybe nothing even happened.
maybe you were just in love, and she didn’t know you.
but it hurts
hurts so bad
you felt betrayed
but she wasnt yours.
she still could feel like the warmth of the sun during the month of july?
could she?
maybe she was the love of your life, but you weren’t hers.
at the end of the day, the only thing she wouldve seen was you screaming like you saw a ghost, looking at her and the girl, their dances breaking down.
can we pretend its easy?
The next thing you knew, Ellie was right in front of you.
“are you okay?” she asked with genuine concern
your tears were blurring your vision, your lack of air was making your heart beat as fast if you wouldve been running for her love. in a way you did tho
this time.
hear me.
“hi,”
how could you talk to the love of your life who betrayed you without even knowing it?
“i know this is random, but it feels like i know you..” she’d say, staring at your puffy eyes, sticky lashes, red cheeks.
does she remembers your dreams?
“we dont.. know eachothers.”
“but i do recognize your face”
holding eye contact enough to make you forget about the painful sharp knife that was stabbed into your back when you saw her dancing with this way more beautiful girl, looking like an angel sent from heaven. how could you have her?
how could she even be here, comforting you, when she had this dream right next to her, when you were the nightmare?
the circle would just repeat itself
“save me.”
pretend its easy, please.
you needed her as much as you needed love, as much as you needed the sound of the waves relaxing all of your muscles until you fall asleep due to the feeling of being safe. of being comforted like the hug of your mom for your first heartbreak. like the warmth the sun was giving you to make you close your eyes and think about how your dad used to always be warm whenever you hugged him. it felt so good being close to him, for the few times you experienced it, you could never forget the need of his warmth or the comfort of your mom
and you find it in ellie’s presence.
but like your parents, they dont last forever.
she didnt know you, but she was comfort for you like the waves and like the sun and as much as you find it all into your younger self getting to sleep as your mom gives a kiss on your forehead.
her eyes reminded you of the forest
her mouth reminded you of strawberries
her laugh reminded you of birds chirping
her smile reminded you of love
her skin reminded you of the feeling of the sand on your feet
her scent reminded you of when you smell to your old perfume and all the memories flashes into your soul
her fingers reminded you of the roughness of a tree on the exterior and the beauty inside of them, so delicate, so fragile… call it the nature’s art.
her personality reminded you of the mystery of the universe.
she was a dream, and she remembered you at the beach screaming for her love and comfort.
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ɾiȥȥɱαƚch | flowers and love.
(pretty lengthy chapter..!)
and that’s how we ended up in the restaurant together..! we were sitting opposite of each other, just laughing about the past five days and sharing our daily life. i felt a burst of emotions whenever i see him smiling and laughing, the way his full teeth would be shown, sometimes his gum as well, his cute gummy smile. the way he would sweep his hair back as well.
“young man, are you ready to get the bill?” the waitress, who looked maybe a year or two older than us, asked riki as she put her hand on top of riki’s.
i side eyed the waitress, what was she doing? riki smirked and kept his eyes on me, “my girlfriend and i will let you know when we’re ready to pay.”
the waitress gave me on kind of a look before rolling her eyes and letting out a loud ‘tsk’.
“girlfriend… really?” i playfully rolled my eyes as riki giggled, calling for the male waitress nearby for the bill. we fought over who should pay but in the end, riki paid because, and i quote, “a pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to take your wallet out when you’re on a date.”
soon enough, we decided to just take a short walk around a festival nearby. i was listening to him talk about his project and how the whole project happened. i paid close attention and looked up to him with a wide smile as he continued talking.
not long later, we were told there was going to be a short fireworks show at sunset. and not even a minute after that, riki excused himself to go to the toilet. i was left alone and i found a good swing nearby where the view of fireworks would be seen perfectly, i texted riki that it was almost sunset and that i was waiting for him at the swing.
“miss, the show is about to start soon. are you waiting on someone..? if not i have a seat empty next to me.” a guy, looks around my age, asked as he smiled.
i gently shook my head, “i’m waiting for someone.. thank you for the offer though..!”
“well, i hope you both enjoy the show.” he said and bowed with a smile as he ran back to his friends.
riki where are you… it’s a minute til sunset…
i was about to take my phone out to call riki when he suddenly appeared behind me, “sorry i took so long princess, i was getting these..!”
he handed me my favourite churros and sat down on the swing next to me. he had his arm wrapped around my shoulder and my head leaned against his shoulder. soon, the countdown for the fireworks started.
as soon as the fireworks show started, i jolted up. i was amazed, i had never seen fireworks before so i was pretty fascinated. the loud sounds were one thing, but the colours popping up in the sky..? that was even more amazing. i was too focused on the fireworks that i didn’t even realise everyone was looking at me, and riki.
wait, where’s riki..?! i was frantically looking around but then he suddenly appeared from behind yet again, but with a flower this time… my mouth was left wide open, he had someone holding a big board asking, “will you be my girlfriend, lee yn?”
i covered my mouth as lights suddenly appeared out of nowhere surrounding us.
“you’ve made me the happiest guy the past five— coming to six— months. i feel like i changed for the better all thanks to you. i actually like— no love, i love you so much that i’m pretty sure you’re what i asked for from god. you were literally sent down from heaven, for me. it’s been a short six months but you’ve made it so eventful, you always had me hooked on to you. your ideas and plans of hanging out. i know this sounds like a proposal but, lee yn, will you be my girlfriend..?” riki said as tears gathers in my eyes, is this really happening..?
i didn’t want to make him worried because i started crying so much due to joy, “yes nishimura riki, yes i will.”
with that, he passes me the flowers and hugs me tightly, releasing from the hug every once and then to wipe my tears. the crowd around us were cheering and screaming as the fireworks went off at the back.
what a day.
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The moon and the stars
A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Part 2
Author's Note: In which Tav and Astarion continue preparing for the ball - and it almost broke me to describe their clothing (this fic really makes me break out a dictionary way too often...)
Song: Suit & Tie - Justin Timberlake
Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav Rating: Explicit Warnings: none
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When you finally left the bathroom, you felt indeed pleasantly relaxed – physically and mentally. Astarion had made you put on a fancy silken robe he had gotten for you as a gift. The smooth fabric felt pleasantly cool on your skin and you couldn’t stop looking at the wonderful floral pattern it had and its deep red colour. Astarion, in the meantime, had slipped into a similar robe made of satin that was obviously the match for yours in pattern and colour.
“Come with me, my love, I have something else for you”, Astarion said with a promising smile and led you to your joint bedroom. Surely, there he had already placed a bottle of wine and two goblets for you on a sidetable next to the chaise longue you had also placed in this room. “You really got to stop showering me with gifts, Astarion, I can’t keep up with you”, you laughed when you saw the dress laid out on the bed. Next to it was a doublet, shirt, vest and pants.
“Firstly: no, I don’t! Secondly, you don’t have to! And thirdly, it was a gift for myself as much as for you, my love”, Astarion responded and went over to the small table to pour you some wine.
“You really thoroughly prepared all this, didn’t you?”, you asked as you walked closer to the bed to take a closer look at the dress laying there. You were intimidated by the thought of wearing something so unusual for you – but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that you also felt pretty excited. Wasn’t this what so many girls and women dreamt of? Being a princess, at least one time in your life, dancing with your partner in a castle? In your case with your regal prince?
Just that your prince happened to be a very sassy vampire; but you wouldn’t want it any other way.
You giggled at the thought which caught Astarion’s attention. “What’s there to giggle, my love?”, he asked looking at you with suspicion as he came over to you and offered you the goblet with wine. “Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how you’d make a terrible prince on a white horse.” Astarion looked confused for a second, then snorted: “Yeah well, for that sort of thing you should have chosen Wyll, my sweet.” He took a swig of wine and so did you.
“Nah”, you replied after that and made a face. “I love my snarky little vampire way too much for that.” You smiled at him and gave him a kiss.
“I don’t know where the ‘little’ comes from, but anyways. I love you too, my sweet princess, now go look at the dress I brought you or I’ll take it back”, Astarion teased after the kiss and motioned towards the bed with his head.
So, you finally strode over and took in the garment: It was a striking deep blue that became lighter and a wonderful shade of purple up to lavender further down the skirt – impressively similar to the colours the sky turned when the sun set. It had a high collar that didn’t fully close around the neck in the front, so it allowed for a deep neckline that almost looked like a four-pointed star and long flowy sleeves that from the elbows down became cascading trains of fabric. The bodice was decorated with embroidered bigger four-point stars and smaller sparkles in silver and a few shiny stones. From the slender belt around the waistline down it became a luscious silken skirt that was carefully draped with few more star decorations that became fewer the more the colours lightened.
It was quite frankly stunning. Regal and elegant, but not overly flamboyant which would have been something you would have never felt comfortable to wear. And the most important thing: no corset. You wouldn’t have believed it, but you were actually excited to put this garment on.
You turned to Astarion with a huge grin who carefully expected your reaction. “You delivered on your promise to not make me wear a corset”, you cheerfully exclaimed. “And?”, drawled Astarion raising his eyebrows and lowering his gaze at you expectantly. Shortly, you considered making a joke, but you saw how genuinely excited Astarion looked so you went with the truth: “It’s incredibly beautiful and I am indeed pretty excited to put it on and see what it looks like on me.” To that Astarion’s eyes started shining with joy and love. “Neither can I, beautiful”, he cooed and pulled you in with one arm to nuzzle his nose against your cheek.
“Did you do the embroidery yourself?”, you asked while you wrapped your arm not occupied with wine around his waist and kept looking at the dress. “Well, of course”, the vampire replied. You could feel his chest rise with pride – and rightfully so.
“Let me take a look at your outfit before I get dressed”, you said after a while and took a sip of wine. You untangled yourself from Astarion and stepped closer to the bed again to where his clothes were laying next to yours.
Quite obviously his shirt, vest, doublet and pants were made to match your dress – or maybe it had rather been the other way around. The shirt was simple: white, with a high collar and some lace details at the hems. The pants already were more intricate: black leather that at first looked quite plain but patterns of swirls and undulations were pressed into it all over. The vest was very similar to your bodice, also with a high neck but the shade was an even darker blue and it closed at the front with intricate silver clasps all over the chest. Of course, it had some embroidery as well.
But the doublet was the centre piece of it all: You could see that the satin cloth – being the same shade of blue as the vest - had the same swirls as a pattern as the pants but it only became visible in the right angle of light. The front was intricately embroidered with silver stars. Smaller stars formed bigger stars and those an even bigger symmetrical pattern. Smaller parts of embroidery were placed on the sleeves and the hems. The button border was completely worked in silver thread, every silver button had a star on it and was closed with silver cord.
You were in awe. You were pretty sure you had never seen a finer piece of clothing. And knowing that Astarion had done the embroidery work himself – your jaw dropped. “You’ve outdone yourself”, you whispered, still awestruck.
“Ah well, I mean, I only picked out the pieces and did the embroi-“ “Shut up and take the compliment, Astarion, humbleness doesn’t become you”, you immediately stopped him with a raised finger and looked at him. He closed his opened mouth and shrugged: “I mean, we are going to look gorgeous.” “Better! Now then – time to dress?” You looked at Astarion who only grinned at you and nodded.
You put down your remaining wine and carefully lifted up the dress while Astarion sat or rather laid down on the chaise longue. Leaning back on one of his arms, his robe opened up and you could see his bare chest beneath. When you looked at him quizzically, he said: “Don’t mind me, my love, I just wanted to get comfortable to enjoy the show.” He grinned at you lewdly and you immediately felt some of the heat from earlier come back.
You decided to just get going. You looked at the dress in your hands for a few more moments and then put it back down to free your hands when you saw that there had been something else laying under it.
Obviously, Astarion had picked out some lacey underwear to go with the dress. It was intricately worked, the same shade of blue as the dress – also an awful lot of nothing. You blushed and threw Astarion a glance whose grin only had become naughtier at you making the discovery.
“This looks more complicated to put on than the dress to be honest”, you whispered a bit coyly suddenly – almost more to yourself than to him. “You don’t have to, my sweet, call it merely a suggestion if you would”, Astarion said and got up to stand behind you. He grabbed you by the waist and leaned down to whisper to you: “If you don’t feel comfortable with it, that’s absolutely fine.” He pressed a soft kiss to your pointy ear. “No, I want to”, you immediately exclaimed.
“Good, because I’d love to tear it off you with my teeth later”, Astarion responded with a husky whisper and a tone that dripped with sinful promise like molten chocolate. He pressed another kiss to your cheek and went back to nonchalantly lounge on the chaise longue while you felt your blush grow and your eyes widen.
“One of these days you’re going to kill me saying stuff like this”, you breathed out. The vampire chuckled: “Only by saying? My love, I haven’t even started the doing.” By all the Gods – you had to turn away from him as he kept laughing and sipping his wine.
You carefully put on the lingerie while you were painfully aware of Astarion’s gaze burning into your back. But you didn’t turn around again – firstly, because you wouldn’t give him that present yet. And secondly, because you were scared the evening would be over way too quickly if you did.
Then you put on the dress. It had a long row of buttons down the back, so Astarion had to come over again to help you. And he did so by giving your neck a kiss for every button his fingers closed.
When he was done – the last button had earned you several kisses – he stepped back. “Turn around for me, darling?”, he asked almost shyly. You did, slowly while you looked down at yourself and could already feel yourself getting giddy.
“How do I look, my love?”, you asked coyly and softly swayed from side to side while gazing at Astarion through your lashes.
The vampire was speechless, his face was basically in shock as his eyes wandered up and down over your body. And then up again. And then down again!
“Like a goddess, my heart, like a vision”, he finally said while still unable to rip his ruby eyes off you. “Give me a twirl, my love”, he then exclaimed and clapped his hands. You happily fulfilled his wish. In fact, you did one or two bonus rounds and kept laughing the whole time. You could feel the skirt fly around you. “On this exception I would have loved a mirror to take a quick peek at how I look”, you said as you stopped turning, your cheeks flushed.
The vampire softly grabbed your hands: “Oh, way ahead of you, Tav.” He made you turn to the far corner of your bedroom where you saw what must’ve been the big heavy package, he had brought home yesterday with all the other stuff.
“You bought a mirror?”, you asked and furrowed your brows. “I thought we did agree on no mirrors in our house.” “Surely, my sweet, and I appreciate the notion, but… I wanted you to be able to look at yourself!”, Astarion replied and strode over to the floor-length mirror he had thus far kept covered with a sheet.
“Voilà!”, he exclaimed as he dragged off the cloth and revealed your reflection in the mirror as he stood beside it. You were stunned as you looked at yourself.
Thankfully, you still recognised yourself. It was still you. But you looked regal and elegant. Unconsciously you straightened your back and lifted your chin up a little which made Astarion grin – he knew exactly that he’d done an incredible job.
You lifted your arms, watched as the trains of cloth flowed down beneath your elbows, you watched the skirts move swiftly as you turned. Safe to say you had probably never felt this beautiful in your life. Astarion beamed at you. “Come over here, sweetheart, take a closer look”, he encouraged you. Then he quickly leaned over the rim of the mirror. “Ah, sadly still nothing”, he quipped and then went off as you stepped closer and admired the details of the dress.
“I still feel bad about having a mirror now”, you shouted back at Astarion while you leaned to your reflection to admire the craftsmanship of the embroidery. “Oh, don’t be, love. I’m used to it by now and you’re only going to make me sappy”, he answered from somewhere from the other corner of the room.
You kept looking at yourself, not fully believing that this was really happening, when suddenly something was dangling in front of your face.
Astarion had snuck up on you – and of course – there had been no reflection in the mirror to spot his arrival. Now, a piece of jewellery was lowered onto you slowly.
“Really? Another gift, Astarion?”, you asked mockingly in anger. “Hush, this is the last one, now look!”, he scolded you as he closed the clasp at the back of your neck. Then he let his hands softly rest on your shoulders.
It was a necklace with a round and beautiful moonstone set in gold, though the colour of the stone matched nicely with the decorum on your dress. It sparkled softly in different colours where it perfectly sat at the dip of your collar bone – and a perfect centre piece for your neckline. You reached at it with your fingertips. It wasn’t even incredibly excessive or flamboyant, just very delicately beautiful. And you immediately knew you would wear it every day.
“You’ve become my sun, Tav”, Astarion spoke solemnly. Surprised by his sudden mood change you threw a quick glance over your shoulder. The vampire looked longingly at your mirror image. His red eyes were glistening with warmth and almost seemed like they were tearing up. He didn’t stop looking at you in the mirror.
“And then… you gave up the sun for me and became my moon as well. The light of my life.” His eyes lit up even more saying that. “If I only can make up for that a tiny bit by showering you with gifts, adoring and loving you every day of my immortal life and keeping you safe and happy, then I’ll happily provide you with that as long as I am able to.” His voice almost broke but his eyes were incredibly bright.
Your eyes welled up. You turned around and grabbed his hands off your shoulders, looking deeply into his eyes. “It’s not all me though. You changed my life, taught me that I was worth more”, you spoke, your voice barely coming out as more than a whisper. You pulled his hands to your chest as he leaned his forehead softly onto yours. You felt the tears coming and saw that his eyes were almost running over as well: “You’re the one that’s guiding me. You’re my stars, Astarion, my whole firmament!”
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Recalled updated! Okay okay okay im very excited about this lets gooooo!
HI!
How are yall doing? I've been freed, (then I got sick haha.) We are back with the final part of Directionless and we find the main group inside Hyrule castle trying to figure out what to do next.
With some shenanigans along the way.
Okay, time for the important things! Recalled and all panels belong to @recalled11 and its wonderful artist @l3ominor. Go check it out!
You can find the comic page here!
Now, it is time for snacks and drinks, Let's do this! :D
Backgrounds my beloved, you get so much story telling from just this one shot it's great.
MAlon and Time and helping Wild gather information, Sky is resting his leg while flower and Sun discuss something.
Hmm, Sky's looking very serious right now. What's on your mind blorbo?
Look at him run. I love him.
Yoink.
This makes me chuckle. I love when we get Wild shenanigans.
I love how casual he is about this. But I'm gonna note something here.
The orange glow of what I assume is ultrahand. Which would be it, If this next panel didn't exist.
Wild's eye is glowing orange. The eye which changes colour when he's looking at the orb.
So Wild's eye changes colour based on what ability he is using.
Confusion and joy.
Like ust look at these guys
These two are just cackling at Time's expense. And Wild's shenanigans and I totally agree.
The man is still holding his hands out like he's still holding the books.
Flower's little pen for her pura pad. I love it. I can only assume She's got a little diagram on her screen which is just chaos
What's on the paper captain? I hope you didn't tear it out of your book.
I wonder if it's a group drawing of the war heroes looking at a reference picture while trying to find information would make sense. Depending on the length of time it's been since he was fighting that war.
Hiding something are we captain?
I reckon he's trying to figure out just who Time is. And has dug out a picture from the war. (Im unsure, do we get Big Brother Captain? Because I live for Big Brother Captain)
interesting we get symbols for these heroes.
What's the problem Time? Are you looking at someone who you recognise and now he's mentioned your hero title you dont want to talk about it?
Look at Malon, She's like 'You have gotta tell him.'
And Captain looks sad about it. Which tells me that he knows and that he's waiting for Time to approach him.
Thats interesting. We know we get Midna as a companion in Hyrule Warriors. And I assume that Fi mentioned Sky at one point.
I sense some Angst in our future.
Sun putting her hand on Sky's shoulder like that gives me life. i love these two a healthy amount okay.
Also these backgrounds are pretty, I love the triangle behind Sun and Sky here. Thats' Wisdom On the triforce (If observed on the left hand). And considering that sun is in the centre of the frame. I find this interesting. Maybe because they are learning a lot of information right now?
Okay, so you may be wondering who says this line on the left here. I was too. I reckon it's Sky. As a shock response to being mentioned by Captain.
Mainly because From the angle of the speech bubble and the location of the heroes in relation to Wild, it only gives a few heroes. Mainly Sky and Sun.
Sky asking this makes sense as he and sun are the newest to the group at this point.
Okay now its the time for the big one'
The orb. (Or compass,)
I've taken the time to translate the words I can identify and have extrapolated the rest of them from there. The language is Sheika, and most of these words are what (From what I understand) Is what Wild himself identifies each hero as.
So we have, (Rapid fire style)
Hero of Wind
Hero of Spriits
Hero of Sky
Hero of Time
Captain
Me
These all say, Unknown.
A little more on this as well.
This circle around this orange arrow. I believe this is the arrow that Wild has chosen for them to approach. Orange if I had to give you a guess is Twilight's colour. Mainly from this bit before.
Backgrounds give a lot of information by themselves. This looks like a Twili portal.
The reason Wild chose that is unknown to me. During one of his adventures, he encountered Wolfie. So it makes sense. Maybe he was able to identify his name as Twilight. Or called the wolf that himself.
I suppose the next arc will give us more information!
Woo! Adventure time! :D
Okay, thats enough of me rambling.
Thanks for hanging out with me today! I love this comic so it's always a pleasure to write these!
:D
Now I hope you all have a wonderful day!
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HIIIIIIIIIIIIII MATT HOW YA DOING SWEETHEART?
I saw that you wanted requests and decided to jump in on that 💗
How about Hobie x reader where they are on patrol and reader just drops the most philosophical sentence just out of the blue and Hobie is like
Wtf how are you the most interesting and smart person ever?
Would that be nice? If not feel free to ignore dude
(PS: drink water and take care of yourself 💗 love ya)
this is such an awesome request, thank you for this! i took a few creative liberties, but i hope you enjoy nonetheless :3 !!
word count: ~700
containing: swearing, mentions of death/dying (nothing too in-depth), not quite dating but a little more than friends, hobie x gn!reader, just talking about stuff on a roof together
the rest of the fic is under the cut!
philosophical shit. hobie x gn!reader
(aka what i think about past 9pm)
You and your work partner, Hobie, had just gotten done containing another malicious anomaly in some random universe.
The sun was just beginning to set, though, and you thought you'd stay until it fully settled, until the stars came out. Then you’d clock out and go home.
It was a gorgeous, clear evening. You felt the cool wind blow through your hair as you sat on the top of a decently tall building, glad to be mostly done with your work for the day.
Suddenly, you heard an all too familiar voice from behind you. "Mind if I join ya, mate?"
It was Hobie, of course.
"Sure. Thought you were heading back now, though.." You craned your neck, and leaned back to look at Hobie as he walked over to sit next to you.
"Soundin' like ya don' wan' me around, love." He chuckled to himself, sitting down cross-legged, and gazing out into the colourful sky with you.
It was beautiful. Your universe was never really this pretty.
"Wasn't half bad back there, eh?"
"You or me? I think I did most of the work there." You offered a small smile.
Hobie laughed. "Fuck off, ya wanker. Seemed equal 'cause I had to save your sorry arse. Shoulda given me so much as a plain 'thanks, 'obie' 'n I'd be chuffed."
You sighed, looking down as you fidgeted with your hands. Looking back up at the changing sky, you couldn't help but think of what could've happened, had Hobie not been there to save you.
I mean, you could've probably handled it, but what if you didn't?
"You know, I always have felt sort of unhappy with myself. My life, and whatever. Whenever something like that happens, it always scares the shit out of me and makes me think about dying a lot more vividly and realistically."
You shift to lay down on your back, arms supporting your head. "Fuck, for all I know that could be my canon event... dying. It really fuckin' puts stuff into perspective. The whole canon events thing, I mean. How am I supposed to live life freely, and even just normally, when I know there's a goddamn model that a computer came up with that already dictates my entire life, birth to death? How am I important at all?"
Hobie stared at you, eyes a little wide, a little slack-jawed at your intelligent, observant remarks.
"Christ, ya good, mate?" He chuckled, regaining his usual smirk that seemed to be permanently plastered onto his stupidly attractive face. "Gettin' a bit serious there, yeah? Thought I lost ya for a sec. But, love, I do see what ya mean. 'S quite hard to feel like 'ur in control when 'ur entire bloody life seems planned out. Y'know, canon ain't always right, though. I didn't go through tha' whole stereotypical 'officer savin' a li'l kid' event, so 's able to be changed somewhat."
He shrugged, messing with a loose thread on his pants absentmindedly.
You nodded, resting your hands on your stomach. "Yeah… I know. I just feel like I'm stuck in a cage and I can't do anything about it until I'm dead."
"Mm, don' we all, love.." Hobie shifted over to grin down at you. He seriously tried to play it cool, but he was freaking out, and totally all nerves on the inside. You sounded so smart and educated, this whole interaction totally came out of left field.
Which was more than welcome, fuck, Hobie would be the first to admit that he loved discussing things like this with you. You were so confident in your words, and more importantly, how you said them, and it made you even more beautiful in his eyes. If that was even possible.
He adored every part of you.
Your dorky smile, all your imperfections… Hobie loved that you didn’t hide them and didn’t let people tell you shit, and just your whole personality... it'd take him forever and a day to list everything that he loved about you.
Especially now, you looked artistically beautiful. Like a painting, with all the warm colours swirling around you, illuminating your skin and basking you in the fleeting sunlight.
"Oh, Hobie,"
"Hm?" He snapped out of scanning every aspect and detail of you for a moment.
You leaned into him after sitting straight up, closer and closer, and then pecked his cheek. "Thanks."
All Hobie's blood rushed up straight to his cheeks, and he offered nothing but a blank stare, an awkward laugh, and a light touch to where you kissed.
"Y-yeah, mate... f'course,"
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✨GF FC INDIGO AWARDS 2024 PT 11✨
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | winner's list | after party
Some points to note before you move to the event visualizer :
🟣 My anchoring style is highly energetic and bubbly so you can imagine me doing a lot of hand gestures, changing pitch and tones of my voice, moving around on the stage a lot, etc. Hehe.
🟣 The theatre/event venue has been engineered by the best engineers of the world, with the most modern technology. The petals of the lotus can close or open to hide or reveal the night sky. It can also change its colours. For tonight, it's indigo!
🟣 The "OUTFIT CHECK" were clicked in different places (according to where the member was spotted first) hence the different background.
🟣 I didn't want to write too dialogues on yall's behalf but I can't really bother you with every small detail, so I hope whatever dialogues I've made up are not too out of character!
🟣Ignore the contradiction of same blue locker entering the scene multiple times, pretend there are a few copies of each member 🥰👍🏻
🟣 Ignore the outfit mismatch in the edits (any edit after the outfit checks please, our editing skills only go so far 🙏🏻 )
🟣 I highly suggest that you listen to songs as you keep finding them being embedded in links for added feels and extra hype! 🔥
🟣 The performances where multiple songs have been used is supposed to be a mashup. You can imagine the mashup to be as you please! The songs I've bunched together are for the sole purpose of creating a particular vibe, so as long as to they are fulfilled it's all good! 😌🤝🏻
🟣 The posts are scheduled at a gap of 3-4 hours each, this event is going to be spread throughout 2 or more days. Feel free to go feral in the comments/reblogs/community my mates. 🔥
🟣 I hope you enjoy this! Tagging all the attendees here :
@blue-thief @getosugurusbangs @bueris @soleilonthesun @galaxynajma
@sid3buns @mariyumemi @pinkinsect @refrigeratedboombursts @satosuguhastakenovermylife
@10renz0 @simp-simp-no-mi @boinin @sharkissm @milkteansugar
@thebestsetter @merlucide @jujutsustraycats @kurona-theshark @nskiyuriz
@asarajaa @writingonthewalls1832 @hooudie212back @sadao-tsuki @milaisreading
@8-xnny @licoririce @rinitoshisgirl @luvingshidou @duckydee-0
@kuro-min @gojoracle @marcsnuffy @filecurropt0 @riririnnnn
@wroophruh @sanaexus @melodiclune
Previously on GF FC INDIGO AWARDS :
Beautiful performance by TEAM RADIANT ROSE!!
And an ✨OSHA✨ performance by COSMO (@/satosuguhastakenovermylife) !!!
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Nami : some love stories really feel like movies, but just romance genre in life can get boring. People need thrill, suspence, horror, action, science fictions and other genre in their lives too. And thanks to SOLFLIX we have it. And it's a pretty significant part of GF FC works too, so it's only fair we appreciate the members who put in their for these successful movies isn't it?
Soleil : Absolutely! 😁😁 I had some real fun working with our lovely members for all these movies!! They definitely deserve to be awarded!!
Nami : Then, what's the wait for? Let's put our hands together for @/filecorrupt0 who'll be presenting the GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST DIRECTOR!!
Filecorrupt0 : Thank you! (*Nods at Nami and Soleil, they smile and nod back.*)
Filecorrupt0 : Good evening ladies and gentlemen, the nominees for this award is @/getosugurusbangs for "DO YOU SEE THE MAGIC?" and @/sharkissm for "HORNY DEVIL WEARS BLUE LOCK".
Filecorrupt0 : And the winner iiisssss.....
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Filecorrupt0 : OKI!!! (@/sharkissm)
[*The cheer breaks into claps and applause as she and Otoya share a hug before shakes hands with other and makes her way to the stage.*]
Oki : I'd like to say thank you for whoever voted for me to win for the best director/sound artist/music producer in gf fc and that I am so so grateful to everyone that supported me and taught me all that I know, so thank you everyone!!!
Nami : For your work, we should be thanking you!!
Soleil : And just like that ladies and gentlemen let's welcome @/writingonthewalls1832 on stage for GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST PRODUCER!!!
MK : Good evening everyone!! The nominees for this one is Hooudie (deactivated) for "The munchen saint" and ELI (@/getosugurusbangs) for "7 stars."
MK : And let's put our hands together for the winner of tonight who is....
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MK : ELI!!!
Eli : wow… it’s truly a great honor to be here with you all tonight, and to be celebrating our wonderful club’s hard work and success over these past few years. i really wasn’t expecting to be winning any awards tonight, really the fact that i was even nominated seemed like a blessing enough, but now holding one of these awards in my hand… it makes all my love and hard work feel so real but jarring at the same time. but the truth is that i wouldn’t have won this award, let alone have even been invited here tonight if it weren’t for everyone out in the crowd here in front of me. i truly thank all of you from the bottom of my heart, but there’s too many names now to mention all of you. but again, thank you all so much for this award, and i look forward to more future nominations to come.
Nami : Thank YOU for starting this cult!! Well, one thing's that's for sure is that the movies you produce are really entertaining!! You definitely deserved this!! 😄
Soleil : And it's really pleasing to work with him!! What's up next then?
Nami : My mood 😎💯 I'm so hyped up rn even though it's been a while hosting the show, I AM NOT TIRED AT ALL 😃😃
Nami : If our audience is not tired give me a WOOP! WOOP! (*turns mic to the audience*) 🎤
[*Loud cheering, clapping and hooting can be heard.*]
Nami and Soleil : 0:
Nami : Did I tell y'all you're an amazing audience??
Soleil : Yeah! Your energy is just straight up amusing!! But, Nami!!
Nami : Yeah Soleil? 😙🎶
Soleil : That's not what I meant 😭
Nami : 😧
Soleil : I was asking what award's next, but since you're so distracted (*dramatic sigh*) i guess I'll just have to invite @/nskiyuriz for GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST SOUND ARTIST!!
nyx : The nominees with me here are @/thebestsetter (*The camera cuts to her and she looks quite curious*), @/sharkissm (*the camera cuts to a anxious yet excited looking Oki*) and @writingonthewalls1832 (*the camera flashes to her*)
Nyx : And the winner is.....
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Nyx : MK FOR "The Search For The Perfect Cliché"!!!
writingonthewalls1832 : Thank you so much! Sound tech is awesome and I'm glad I won this award! I'd like to thank the organizers of the indigo awards, Soleil and Nami, Yukki, and of course all of the people I've met here.
Nami : Most welcome! Most welcome! We're glad to have you 😌
Soleil : Now that we're on the topic of sound artist I don't think we can go without mentioning our talented music producers!!
Nami : *gasp* ABSOLUTELY NOT!! THAT'D BE A SIN!!
Soleil : So ladies and gentlemen let's put our hands together for our pretty manager @/licoririce for...
Together : GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST MUSIC PRODUCER!!
Licoririce : And the award goes toooo......
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Licoririce : @/thebestsetter for the devil wears blue lock!!!
Licoririce : huge round of applause please!! 😄
[ *camera cuts to find her gasping and sharing a hug with Karasu before making her way to the stage.* ]
Thebestsetter : Oh God, where do I start?
Thebestsetter : *Clears throat and straighten back*
Thebestsetter : I'd first like to thank everyone who supported me, really. This prize's not only mine. I dedicate it to each and everyone single one of you. Even thought I literally just "got into" the Gf fc like 1 month ago, I feel very welcome here. And it's kinda strange, because I feel like I can be who I am with you all, even though I don't even know you in real life! You're all amazing individuals, and I would like to thank all of you for simply being who you are and helping me every day, even without you knowing.
On a second note, I'd also like to thank my boyfriend, Tabito, and my dog, Zuck. You both have helped me achieve this! [*Camera cuts to Karasu clapping and cheering for her proudly*]
Thebestsetter : Thank you both for being there for me and always supporting me!
Lastly, I'd like to say I never imagined I would actually win an award, but look at where I am now! Again, thanks a lot. I hope we can continue being friends and talking to each other in the future, cause really, the GF FC feels just like a family!
Thank you, I love you all!
Nami : Aww 🥺
Soleil : That was definitely heartfelt speech!! ❤️
Nami : And just like that, our SOLFLIX segment of the grand awards has come to an end, and at this point you all know how this rolls. So, let's just put our hands together for OKI (@/sharkissm) and welcome her for her AMAZING PERFORMANCE!!!
[*The curtain falls.*]
Soleil : Wow! I love the absolutely chill atmosphere and vibe this performance created!! :0
Nami : Indeed! A chill vibe for cool people 😌 and you know what's cool Soleil?
Soleil : What?
Nami : WOMEN IN STEM!!
Soleil : 0:
Nami : And we have quite a few among us don't we? And one of them even helped us in the investigation for AIKU ARC with her amazing knowledge!! So it's only justified we welcome on stage @/rinitoshisgirl for GF FC INDIGO GRAND AWARD FOR BEST WOMEN IN STEM!!
RINITOSHISGIRL : and the winner we have here is.....
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rinitoshisgirl : COSMO!!! (@/satosuguhastakenovermylife)
[ *Camera cuts to a proud and pleased as he pats her on the back before she makes her way to the stage.*]
Cosmo : This is a highly glamorous award that shows appreciation for accomplished women in the stem field...i am utterly flabbergasted that I was the one who got this. I have worked hard for this, but so has every single woman in this field, and for that, i dedicate it to all of them. Thank you so so much <33
Nami : Well, please don't be flabbergasted. You saved us in the AIKU ARC, you 100% deserve this!!
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Stay tuned for more grand awards!
[ organiser : @/someprettyname
script writing credits : @/someprettyname
proofread by : @/melodiclune
editing credits : @/soleilonthesun ]
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More stolen memes as the arcana
Warning: One or two smut references
Mc: sipping on the hierophant’s wine*
Lucio: stop sipping so loudly!
Nadia: leave that little guy alone!
Lucio: the fuck you gonna do if I don't?!
Nadia: pulls out sword*
Lucio: ah, ahhh, AHHHHH!!!
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Julian: holding a curly furred kitten* is this a cat... or a sheep?
Asra: a sh-at
Nadia: Don't call it that, please
Asra: A SHIT-TEN!
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Lucio: if you think I'm rude you should hear the little voice in my head
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Nadia @ Lucio: I touch myself whenever I think about you. More specifically, I rub my temples because I get a headache, because you're awful.
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MC: I think some of you need to eat a slice of cheesecake and listen to ambient rain noises for ten hours
Muriel: I never once had a slice of cheesecake in my life and always thought it was something that only existed in that one place Asra visited once
Julian: I almost want to study you
Valdemar: may I offer a lab?
MC: why would he need a dog?
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MC @ lucio: their is something deeply, fundamentally wrong with you. Can we kiss?
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*table full of containers of brightly coloured neon glitter*
MC: I wanna stick my hand in it, but no I do not
Asra: Something in me wants to flip this entire table
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Asra @ Lucio; I've met some pricks in my time but you are the entire fucking cactus.
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Julian: haha, ok, I imagined some dragons, now what?
Julian: do I have to become radioactive next?
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MC: do you have any regrets?
Muriel: Absolutely, thanks for asking. *proceeds to leave before MC can ask any follow up questions*
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Lucio: people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water
Nadia: Wow, Lucio so profound. Do you also bathe fully clothed? 'isn't it funny that a person will eat when they're hungry but will duck if you throw an apple at their face'
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mc: referring to things in real life as canon is so funny to me
Julian: Oh fuck, I hope what I did last night wasn't canon
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Julian: I'm so tired I could eat a horse
Lucio: I identity as a horse and this offends me!
Julian: well I identify as offends and this horses me
Asra: I offend horses, identify me.
Nadia: I think the real question here is why would you eat a horse if you were tired?
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Julian: I did a lot of things and half of those things will in fact be my downfall eventually
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MC: it is pitch black outside and someone is mowing their lawn!
Muriel: power move?
MC: Update, that someone was Asra
Nadia: does he have a lantern?
MC: shouting out the back window* Asra do you have a lantern?!
Asra: shouting back* no!
MC: shouting back* how can you see?!
Asra: shouting back* moonlight!
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Vulgora: people with interests are disgusting
MC: what about hobbies?
Vulgora: are you personally enjoying it?
MC: Quite a bit, actually
Vulgora: Gross
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Asra: how many toes do you have?
Julian: you mean in my mouth or-?
Asra: blocked, have a horrible day
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Asra: people are always like ‘are you a morning person or a night person?’ and I’m just like, buddy I’m barely even a person
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MC: what's a gender neutral word you could use for your spouse? wusband? hife?? wifesband??
MC:...
MC: I may be stupid
Nadia: this is just like looking for your glasses when their on your head
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Asra @ himself: tiny little dragons, in tiny little wagons, drinking little beers form their tiny little flagons.
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Portia: when you scratch a cat’s chin and they lift their head up
MC: when you scratch a cat’s cheek and they lean their head into your hand
Portia: when you put your hand in front of your cat’s face and they gently headbutt
MC: When your cat runs just a little bit faster to get to you
Portia: almost crying from cuteness* cats
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Asra: girls can be handsome, it’s all about vibes.
Nadia: similarly boys can be pretty. ‘Handsome’ and ‘pretty’ aren’t gendered adjectives and I will fight someone on this
MC: Handsome in the statue sort of way and pretty in the starry sky sort of way. Or handsome in the jawline sort of way and pretty in the eyelashes sort of way. If you asked me to define these I couldn’t but the vibes are there
Asra: YES! EXACTLY!
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Asra: I can’t believe you don’t want bofa
MC:....
MC: probably going to regret this, but, what’s bofa?
Asra: bofa my arms wrapped around you in a loving hug
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Julian: why not make your own foot scrub?
Lucio: one feet are pretty hard to make and two don’t call me scrub ever again
Julian: rebooting*
Julian: wait what?
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