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♥Shy Snake King♥
Warning: Snake, pain infliction, emotional overload.
Sebastian knows Ominis is deserving of being loved & he knows who his crush is. He means no harm, but Ominis is super shy & hates it when Sebastian tries to rush things. Ominis wants to take it slow & really work on not being so shy around the one he wants, but coming from such an abusive household that thrives on dark magic makes it extremely hard for him. He doesn't want the girl he really wants to be put off by his family, nor the fact that he's a parselmouth. Although she's accepting of it, there's always going to be a part of him that's scared. That underlying fear is that you won't like him when he gets cranky or that his family will come after you. He just doesn't want any harm to come to his girl, nor for her to have a reason to hate him. He knows his animagus form is a snake of some sort because he's an heir & Ominis, loving as he is, doesn't want his girl to be scared of him when he turns into whatever snake he truly is. He hopes he's a ball python though, a very cute one & not any bigger than he is at his full height for the length of the snake.
Sebastian, being playful & meaning no harm, pushed the poor blond a little too hard. The blue-eyed heir nearly fell into a kiss on the girl he had the biggest crush on & it unnerved him entirely! "SEBASTIAN!! Get your ass back here!! You're gonna pay for that!! YOU KNOW BETTER!!" Embarrassed with a full blush on his face, he gave chase to the mischievous brunette Scotsman. Ominis was NOT having his own best friend ruin that kiss for him & that was too damned close for his comfort! "I'm the heir you idiot!! You know damned well that I have a standard!!" He fired a few shots of Depulso at Sebastian, but he dodged the spells with ease & pulled up his shield in a full run for the last one. "Come on then Ominis! I know you're better than that! You want her that bad? Huh? Do you?!" Sebastian was just slightly shorter than Ominis, but he was the better runner, which irked Ominis to no end. He had the longer stride, but Sebastian had that little extra muscle to him thanks to all the running around he did with his sister.
As for the lovely lady that had stolen Ominis' heart? She was stunned that Sebastian was that brash about it, but thought it hilarious as Ominis tore across the field & getting closer by the second as they headed for the doors to the Great Hall. "Oh, Sebastian... what am I going to do with you & Ominis?" She couldn't help but laugh at Ominis' reaction, as he was clearly not ready to make a move that quick & nearly knocked his best friend down with his sharp aim. "Oh Ominis... don't take it too hard on Sallow... he knows where your heart lies & wants you happy, plus, I don't think Anne will like it if you torch his eyebrows again." She walked towards the Great Hall, following the Slytherin boys a mile behind. Sebastian may have rushed it a bit, but she knew how to make it better. With a little smirk on her face, she strutted through the doors of the Great Hall. "Pretty boy Gaunt has no idea what he's in for later... not in the slightest." Her plan? Sneak the gorgeous blond out & give him that much needed kiss in the Undercroft after locking the door behind them. Sebastian wasn't going to ruin his moment like he said & she'd make sure that the proud heir was made into a boyfriend before the sun rose the next morning. ♥
Kabedon
Sebastian really wants to intervene in his best friend's romance🤣
#hogwarts legacy#ominis gaunt#slytherin#king of snakes#sebastian sallow#king of curses#heir of slytherin#hogwarts legacy ominis#hogwarts legacy sebastian#shy snake king#note to self... never upset a Gaunt#once you embarrass poor Ominis... he shows no mercy#sebby is in soo much trouble for that#omi gonna spank sebby's cute ass for what he did right when she walks through those doors too!#omi is really shy around girls okay? like... really shy around the ones he likes
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Crimson Tides
Synopsis: You love picking fights with Rafayel and he indulges you. But there’s a reason you avoid him when you’re on your period. Your emotions are louder and harder to control. And mood swings aren’t the only symptom you struggle with… But as infuriating as Rafayel can be, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Content Warnings: Mention of menstrual cycle, feminine products, blood/bleeding, explicit language, angst, fingering, before & after care, PiV, unprotected sex, cream pie, 18+ MDNI
Word Count: 5k Now Playing: Supernatural by Ariana Grande
The steady pounding of your feet on the treadmill was doing little to numb your mind. You knew working out would only make the tension in your shoulder, your back, your legs - basically everywhere - so much worse. However, the alternative was biting people’s heads off and that is looked down upon.
You’d been in the middle of a mission when your period started, rather suddenly actually. You keep track of it for the most part, but it’s never really followed a strict schedule. So when you got swiped at by a Foulwing, you assumed the blood on your legs was from a cut. When you found no injury, your stomach dropped and you raced to the locker room, your face beat red with embarrassment.
No one made fun of you, this wasn’t high school. It’s happened to other female hunters and you’ve even helped them out, offering your jacket to cover up until they can get back to Headquarters to clean up. But you had been on this mission alone so you arrived covered in blood and everyone panicked. Jenna let you go home early. She swore it wasn’t because of your “accident” but rather a reward for a successful mission. You knew better.
So here you are, working out in Rafayel’s home gym. You didn’t want to be alone, but you also didn’t want to be around anyone. Rafayel’s house was the perfect place to be today. He was on a nocturnal schedule thanks to a bout of artist’s block, so he was asleep and you’d be gone by the time he woke up.
You cleaned up at Headquarters, caught a cab to Rafayel’s house and changed into some workout gear you keep in case you stay for a few days. You put your headphones on and blasted your “Badass Bitch” playlist in an attempt to drown out the bad vibes and moodiness. You turn up the speed on the treadmill before you are ready for the pace. You feel your legs shake with exhaustion, but keep pushing yourself.
“Shit!”
You stumble and grab onto the safety handles, bumping your phone and sending it to the floor with a clang. The song in your headphones abruptly stops and you throw your head back with a groan. Great, now your phone’s broken. Just what you needed. But instead, another song began playing. You instantly recognized which playlist it was from and let out a breathy laugh.
The sultry tone of a song from your “Hot & Steamy” playlist started. The lyrics about dirty thoughts and hands on bodies made your cheeks burn. Getting extra horny during your period wasn’t unusual but today you were so irritated, horny just wasn’t welcome to the party. Not that you could uninvite it now, you could tell by the sudden hypersensitivity of your nipples that “sexually frustrated” was your current state.
You yank the emergency cord and hop off the treadmill, scooping your phone off the floor. Your thumb hovers over the pause button. You’re about to change the playlist when you hear his laugh and his voice shout your name.
You turn to see Rafayel in the doorway and your stomach drops. He must have just rolled out of bed. Shit. His dusty purple tresses were fluffy and unkempt. His silk sleep pants hung low on his hips and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Your clit throbs and you grit your teeth.
“Hey cutie, didn’t expect you to stop by today.”
You yank your headphones out and pause your playlist. He was so cute and being so nice and you just wanted to keep your mouth shut because you knew you’d say something mean. With how you are feeling, even his kind words would irritate you.
“You okay?”
He approaches you and extends a hand to touch your shoulder. You recoil and turn your back to him, walking to your duffel bag to tuck your phone inside.
“Fine. I’m fine. Just leaving.”
���Oooookay… You don’t have to go. We could order dinner?”
His voice was hesitant, but you could tell he was confused by your abrasive tone. He crosses his arms, never taking his eyes off of you. You zip up your bag and toss the strap over your shoulder.
“I don’t want dinner, I want to go home. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.”
You brush past him. You were in full on pout-and-stomp mode and it was painfully obvious. You will deny it until your last breath after the day you’ve had. Rafayel scoffs and follows you out of the gym and up the stairs to the main floor.
“Okay, something’s up with you. Why are you upset?”
You turn on your heel and face him, your hands clenched at your side. Turning around was a mistake, you can’t help but look down and gawk at his bare torso. His abs, the mole on his chest, that chest you just want to bite… No STOP.
“I’m not upset.”
His smile turns into a smirk and he raises a brow. His eyes trail down your sweat slick body. Your workout shorts and bra are a little too tight with how bloated you’ve been all day. You’d hoped sweating would help with that, but now you just feel exposed. He tilts his head as he meets your eyes once more.
“Puhlease, like I can’t tell when you’re moody.”
You cross your arms and plaster a sarcastic smile on your face.
“Oh I’m moody now? Am I just too emotional for you, Rafayel? I deal with your moody ass everyday and you can’t deal with me for a single day? Is this a ‘can dish it out but can’t take it’ situation?”
Rafayel goes through a myriad of emotions, his expression changing every few seconds. He was surprised, confused, hurt, irritated and finally angry. He steps closer and crosses his arms, that signature pout finding its way to his face.
“I can ‘take it’ just fine, but at least when I am moody I have a reason to be. You’re yelling at me for what? What did I fucking do this time?”
Your chest hurt with how irrational this whole conversation was. You weren’t angry at him, you were angry with yourself - or rather, your body. Maybe you were a tiny bit angry with him, because he looked so damn sexy when he was angry. There’s a reason you liked picking fights with him. Usually he knew when you were picking a fight and would play along. But today, this was just ridiculous and you knew it.
“You have a ‘reason’ huh? What ‘reasons’ are those? It’s raining, you can’t find your paintbrush in the nightmare mess you never take time to clean up, or maybe Thomas is doing his job asking you to do yours?”
Low blow. You bit your tongue, too little too late. His eyes widened and he glared at you, the purple sparkle in his eyes darkening. He took a step toward you and you backed away, not letting your face reflect the slight panic you felt. You knew exactly what he was doing. You had a habit of running away during fights, to “cool off”, but this was a huge issue for Rafayel. So you made a deal with him, you told him to back you into a corner when an argument broke out. It would force you to be an adult and discuss the issue rather than run away because it was easier. As long as he gave you enough space to breathe, you wouldn't run away.
You wanted to turn and run for the door, but Rafayel had successfully backed you into a corner. You could crawl over the couch or shove him, but you knew better. He would just keep coming after you. You keep your arms crossed and lean against the wall. His cologne overwhelms your senses and you clench your thighs. He smells so fucking good.
He lifts his hands and places them on the walls beside your shoulders and you let out a breath. The darkness fades from Rafayel’s eyes as he scans your face and watches you breathe. He steps closer to you, your chest brushing against his making you shiver.
“Is this a real argument or not?”
You turn your head and look away, but his hand takes hold of your chin and he turns you to face him. His thumb brushes against your jaw as he settles his hand on the side of your neck. Your eyes drop to his lips, those plump rosy lips…
“Cause if this is a real argument we need to talk. But if it’s not, I need you to tell me what made you want to pick a fight.”
You roll your eyes and try to pull your face away from his hand. He doesn’t let you escape, instead he moves closer, pinning you to the wall. Your chest heaves and your heartbeat pounds against your ribcage. Your arms are still crossed, so they are pinned against your stomach.
“Please?”
His tone softens and you let out a sigh. You can feel your cheeks heating up, the flush spreading down your neck and chest.
“My period started on a mission today. I had blood all over myself in the office. Jenna sent me home early. And now I am cramping and horny and irritated.”
The words spill out of your mouth and you prepare yourself for part two of your argument because if he dares to smile, you are tearing into him. Instead he continues to stroke your jaw with his thumb. His other hand reaches up to take the strap of your duffel bag, he pulls it off your shoulder and drops it on the floor.
“I’m sorry.”
You feel a tear roll down your cheek and before you can stop it, you are letting out a strangled sob. Rafayel pulls you into a hug, one hand holding your head against his shoulder gently petting your hair. Your body shakes. You weren’t even that upset - more frustrated and disappointed but you couldn’t stop the thunderstorm in your head.
“I’m sorry I said those things, I didn’t… I am so frustrated and I just… I was…”
Rafayel shushes you, which you’d normally find annoying, but today you are grateful. You didn’t want to talk, talking made things worse. Or rather, you talking made things worse.
You feel Rafayel press a kiss to your temple and you finally push against him to pull your arms free to wrap around him. He holds you for who knows how long, his hand petting your hair or massaging your lower back. When you pull away from him, he holds your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.
“Let’s get you into a hot bath. Should help the cramping, yea?”
You nod weakly and let him guide you to the master bathroom. He motions for you to undress while he turns on the water in the large clawfoot tub by the bay window overlooking the ocean. The window is cracked so you can hear the crashing of the waves. The sun’s setting and the sky is painted a bright orange and red. The bathroom had a warm glow and you felt your shoulders relax.
As you peeled off your sweaty shorts, you suddenly felt very self-conscious. You had to remove your tampon and what if you leaked? You shuffle sideways to the toilet, worried Rafayel would turn around. Of course he does, he strolls to the sink and crouches to pull out the bath salts from the cabinet below. He faces you, his expression neutral.
“Ugh.. could you… umm… turn around?”
Rafayel squints and puts the salts on the counter to put his hands on his hips.
“Why?”
His tone was indignant, he kept his eyes trained on you. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to cover your stomach. He approaches you now, his brow knitted together.
“I just... I have to… I have to remove my tampon and I… You know I can set up the bath myself.”
He lifts his hands to rub your arms. He smiles sweetly.
“Okay, go ahead. And I know you can, but if I’m joining you I should at least do my part.”
You mumble incoherently trying to argue, but you are silenced with a kiss. Rafayel holds your face, his lips pressed against yours slowly inching them apart. His tongue dips into your mouth and a moan slips past your lips. His tongue dances with yours and his hands dip to hold your neck, caressing your shoulders and then wrapping around your back to start unhooking your bra. You place your hands on his chest.
“I’m bleeding… we can’t…”
He lifts his pointer finger to your lips. He starts kissing your jaw, your neck, down your shoulder. Every point of contact makes you shudder.
“We can. You said you were feeling…”
He hums as he nips at your earlobe, making your moan louder than you expected.
“I can help with that. I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.”
You stop pushing against him and he resumes unhooking your bra. He tugs the straps down your arms and drops your bra to the floor. Your sensitive nipples press against his chest and you feel your pussy clench. He lets you go and backs up, you lean towards him, chasing his warmth. He chuckles, holding you steady.
“Do what you need to do and I’ll finish getting the bath ready. Bubbles or no bubbles?”
You laugh and tug the hair tie out of your hair, letting your hair fall down your back.
“Do you have any more of the Cherry Blossom Oat Milk stuff? It smelled really good.”
Rafayel nods and crouches to get the bottle. You turn to face the toilet and take a deep breath before removing your underwear and tugging your tampon free. You wrap and toss the tampon in the small trash can by the toilet. You were bleeding heavier today, which explains the - wait, when did he put a trash can by the toilet?
“Raf?”
Rafayel sits on the edge of the tub, pouring a generous amount of bath milk and salts into the steaming water. He looks over to you.
“When did you put a trash can by the toilet?”
He returns his focus to the bath, dipping his arm in to swirl the water and make the bubbles foam. He rises to place the bottles by the sink.
“Well last month I noticed the trash can under the sink was pretty full with your… products? Is that the best word to use? Anyway, I kept thinking how uncomfortable it must be for you to have to bring it over here, open the cabinet, throw it away… I just thought it might help?”
Tears well up in your eyes. Rafayel can be silly and careless at times, but he can be the most thoughtful person too. It was such a small gesture, but it warmed your heart.
“It does, yea… thank you.”
His smile lit up the room, he was so proud of himself. You giggled before standing to walk to the tub. You usually took at least one bath during your period, opting for showers on the daily since it was faster. But when you could settle into a bath you never had any leakage, the water pressure gave you a blissful soak. But you had never shared a bath when you were on your period. You couldn’t deny the anxiety that was building in your chest.
“I can literally see you overthinking something. Spill it.”
Rafayel’s voice brings you back. You wrap your arms around yourself, shifting uncomfortably.
“I’ve never had a bath with someone when I’m… ya know…”
“So I’m your first? Kinky.”
You swat at his arm as he approaches. You didn’t even realize he had removed his sleep pants, his cock on full display now. You gasp and avert your eyes. Like you’ve never seen it before… You feel his hand on your back, he closes the distance between you to take your hand and help you into the tub. You step into the water, bubbles swirling around your legs. You slowly sink down and let the water surround you, the warmth instantly soothing your tight muscles. You shift to the center of the tub and Rafayel steps in behind you. He sits down and immediately wraps his arms around your waist to pull you to him. You rest your head against his chest and settle your arms along his legs.
You close your eyes and try your best to relax, but you can feel the rigidity of your shoulders. You let out a frustrated sigh, your eyes flying open to stare at the ceiling. You feel Rafayel’s chest rumble with laughter against your back. His hands lower and he begins massaging your lower stomach, initially causing you to twitch. He kisses your temple and whispers soothingly into your ear.
“I have you, beautiful. Just breathe.”
You close your eyes again and take a deep breath through your nose. His hands melt away the tension and the cramps slowly fade. As your breathing steadies, your senses come to life. The cherry blossom bubble bath, the sea breeze just outside the window, the intoxicating scent of Rafayel’s cologne, his chest pressed against your back slowly rising and falling, his heartbeat syncing with yours. You run your hands down his arms. He lowers his head to place soft kisses to your neck.
This quiet moment, safe in Rafayel’s arms, stirs up a tidal wave of emotions. Your period always makes you more reflective. He fights with you when you need tension. He holds you when you need comfort. He kisses you when you need passion. He fucks you when you need, well, to feel everything at once.
Just thinking about his body tangled with yours makes your clit throb and your heartbeat quickens. Rafayel feels it and his kisses become more intense. He sucks at the skin under your ear and whispers your name in that voice that makes your knees weak.
His hands drift lower and he rubs the inside of your thighs, carefully spreading them open. He takes his time rubbing your lower stomach and thighs, making sure you are relaxed.
“Rafayel, I –”
He shushes you again. Your anxiety swirls, but as soon as his fingers find your swollen clit every muscle in your body unravels. You let out a shaky breath and lift your hands out of the water to grip the sides of the tub. He continues tracing circles, every nerve sparking, your thighs drifting further apart as your pussy clenches around nothing.
His fingers finally reach down to dip into your needy pussy. You let out a quiet yelp, not used to the sensation. Your pussy is tender, raw, bloody, but so so sensitive. His fingers slide in with ease, he drags them in and out while his palm rubs against your clit. His other hand cups your breast and he rolls your nipple between his fingers. Your back arches and a moan echoes through the bathroom.
“My beautiful girl...”
You turn your head to look at him, he rests his forehead against yours. You bring your hand to the side of his face, his fingers pumping faster making your stomach twist. Your brain is reeling, emotions clouding your judgement. His lips lock onto yours and you sigh, opening your mouth inviting him to go deeper.
You can’t stop your hips from rolling forward against his hand. His movements slow when he feels your pussy clench around his fingers. He reluctantly breaks the kiss and nudges your cheek with his nose.
“Do you want more?”
You feel something snap inside of you, desperation isn’t the right word to describe how badly you need him. You pull his hands away from you and sit up in the tub suddenly, causing water to splash out onto the tile floor. Rafayel looks at you, his brows raised in confusion. You turn and sit up on your knees, your hands reaching around Rafayel to hold onto the edge of the tub behind his head. His expression shifts from confusion to recognition, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He rests his elbows on the edge of the tub allowing you to position yourself however you like.
You straddle him, your thighs squeeze between the tub and his hips. You feel his cock press against your stomach and you groan. Rafayel’s hands finally move and settle on your hips, pulling you closer to him. Your body falls forward, your chest pressing against his. He runs his hands up and down your back, his eyes scan your face searching for any sign of discomfort.
“Raf…”
A mix of embarrassment and desire stops you. Your cheeks flush and your knuckles turn white from gripping the edge of the tub so tightly. You turn to hide your face, but Rafayel’s hand catches your chin.
“Close your eyes.”
You look at him, dumbfounded by his request, but you do as you’re told. With your eyes closed you focus on your breathing, enjoying the sweet scent of the air. You feel his hands rub your hips, gently lifting you to sit up on your knees fully. His lips brush across your chest, nipping at your collarbone and dipping to capture a nipple. He sucks softly, running his tongue over the sensitive peak.
His fingers continue to stroke you, dragging a finger from your pussy to your clit and back. You rest your cheek against his head, squeezing your eyes shut. You want to look, to see his lips around your nipple, his fingers exploring your pussy. But you keep them closed, for now.
You feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance and you gasp. Rafayel releases your nipple and reaches up to grab the nape of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. He kisses you like he’s drowning and you’re the oxygen he is so desperate for. You start to lower your hips, enjoying the pressure and gentle stretch as you take him inch by inch.
You feel his legs lift, his knees bend and your body shifts forcing him to fully sink into you. You throw your head back and moan his name, he places open mouth kisses down your neck grunting as he moves you with his legs. He drops his hands to your hips again and lifts you before dropping you down again.
Your eyes fly open and you look down to where your bodies are joined. But before you can fully see Rafayel wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. Your cheek is pressed against his, his warm breath tickling your ear. He returns his hands to your hips and guides them to grind against him.
“I said… close your eyes…”
“But…”
“No arguing. Pick a fight with me later… right now…”
He guides your arms around his shoulders to drape over the edge of the tub, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. His hips start pulsing upwards before he lifts your hips to grind and drop, over and over and over…
“You’re going to cum… as many times as you want…”
You close your eyes and grab onto your elbows, locking Rafayel’s head in place. You press your lips against his ear and moan his name. You feel his cock twitch inside you and his hips jerk, driving himself deeper. His fingertips dig into your hips as he lifts you.
“There you go.”
His voice makes your heart flutter, somehow he has mastered the perfect combination of sexy and smooth. You might fight for control over silly things, but in the bedroom it’s just natural and you never fight for dominance. Sometimes you’re in control, sometimes he is. And tonight, you needed him to talk you through it and fuck the moodiness right out of you.
He grabs your ass and shifts your hips, flattening your stomach against his, the new angle driving his cock right into that spot that leaves you gasping for air. You lift a hand to grab a fistful of his hair and press his mouth into your shoulder. He takes advantage of this and marks the skin of your shoulder and neck to filth. You’ll have to wear a scarf for a week with how harshly he sucks and nibbles at your skin. You start rocking your hips, matching his pace, the bath water sloshing back and forth, some splashing over the edge.
His fingers find your clit and your hips stall, the pressure was just right and you could feel your pussy clench tight. Rafayel feels it too, he presses his forehead against your shoulder now, steadying himself.
“That’s it, my treasure, give it to me. Come on, let go.”
He pinches your clit and you scream his name. Your hands fly out to grip the sides of the tub as you lift yourself off of him only to slam back down, feeling as if you’re splitting yourself in half on his cock. With you taking over the movements, Rafayel lifts his other hand to squeeze your breast and lifts it to his mouth to suckle your tender nipple. His moans vibrate across your chest and push you right over the edge.
You feel yourself fall apart, thighs shaking, clit throbbing, tits bouncing, hands aching as they grip the slick porcelain. You don’t stop bouncing, trying to prolong this bliss for as long as you can. You let your head fall back as you whimper Rafayel’s name like a prayer. He releases your nipple with a wet pop before setting his head back against the edge of the tub.
The warmth of his release takes you by surprise, you can’t help but grind harder as you listen to him whine and grunt. You finally look down at him, strands of his hair stick to his forehead, his cheeks rosy, his lips swollen, his eyes closed - he looks so pretty when he cums. His bliss makes you cum again, you didn’t even realize how quickly you had spiraled. The suddenness of your second orgasm knocks the wind out of you and you collapse onto Rafayel. He opens his eyes and steadies you, forcing his hips to move despite being overstimulated.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, you ride me so well. My beautiful girl…”
You feel tears stream down your face and you gasp. You wrap your arms around Rafayel so tightly you feel his body shake as he laughs softly.
“I’m not going anywhere, I have you. That’s it.”
And you stay like that for a while. Even after the highs of your orgasms fade. You hold onto him, his hands rubbing your back, his cock still buried inside you. When you finally lean back, he kisses your nose and smiles.
“Let’s hop in the shower, yea? Then I’ll make us dinner.”
Your mind starts to clear and you glance down at the water. The pink tint is too dark to be the bubble bath. Your eyes widen in horror and you feel your emotions start to bubble over. Rafayel catches on quickly and reaches for the towel hanging on the rack next to the tub. He covers your face with it, you wince and grab onto his wrists.
“What are you doing?!”
“Don’t look.”
You tug the towel away from your face and look down at him.
“I’m sorry I made such a –”
Before you can finish your statement, the towel is being forced back over your face.
“Nope, nah, not allowed, can’t hear you, la la la la la!”
You grumble into the towel and slap at his chest. You giggle despite your embarrassment.
“Rafayel!”
“I’m going to help you get in the shower. I’ll drain the tub and join you in a second. No arguments, remember?”
“Fine, but I can’t breathe!”
He pulls the towel away and you gasp for air. He lifts a hand to cover your eyes, letting you catch your breath before he wraps an arm around you and lifts you. He helps you stand and step carefully out of the tub. You trudge across the bathroom to the shower and feel the warm water cascade down your back. Rafayel removes his hand and kisses your cheek. You watch him walk back to the tub. You don’t focus on the tub - you couldn’t if you wanted to with his ass right fucking there.
He joins you and helps you wash your hair, running his fingers through and massaging your scalp. You lean back against him and enjoy his tender touches as he washes you. You return the favor and laugh as he complains about shampoo dripping down his face. He wraps a towel around you and leaves for a minute to find one of your sleep sets. After you both are dressed, you join him in the kitchen while he cooks. You eat a giant bowl of shrimp fried rice and curl up on the couch with Rafayel to watch your comfort movie.
You lie on top of Rafayel, your head on his chest, a blanket tucked around you both. Your eyelids feel heavy, but you can’t fall asleep yet. You look up at him, his face highlighted by the glow of the moon. He feels your movement and looks down to meet your gaze.
“What’s wrong?”
You smile and rub your hand up his chest to caress his cheek. You take a deep breath, letting the air empty from your lungs slowly. He nuzzles into your hand, placing a kiss on your palm.
“Nothing. I… Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For tonight.”
He chuckles and leans forward to place a kiss to the crown of your head.
“You don’t have to thank me for that. I should be thanking you!”
You press your face into his chest and giggle. This man.
“I hate you.”
“Liar, you love me.”
You close your eyes and feel the steady rise and fall of Rafayel’s chest, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. The faintest hint of cherry blossoms drifts through the air.
“I do. I really do.”
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AN: For the Rafayel girlies who love to argue with our pouty fish. And who feel self-conscious, intensely frustrated & in need of the sweetest words of encouragement during that time of the month. Thanks for reading! (Also, please use protection if you engage in sex on your period! Safety for your partner is a priority!!)
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(cw: f!reader, unwanted advances, threats of beating someone up, profanity)
Fratboy!Jaehyun wasn't even sure what the fuck he was doing in the library! He started at his laptop in pure annoyance. Like, what did the words on the screen even mean? What did his professor even want him to do by reading 10 pages? Who the fuck even came to the library?
Well.. his eyes darted to the next table over, you were here. Here working on an assignment and Jaehyun was just too proud to admit that he was in the stages of being clingy. He couldn't get enough of being around you, he wanted to spend every single minute with you, and didn't like even thinking about you not being near him. So here he was, "studying" a table away with a pout on his face since you told him to give you space.
Actually, not just you, you and your partner. Ugh, Jaehyun hated this guy. Jack. Stupid Jack. Stupid Jack who had very clearly been flirting with you despite the fact that your almost boyfriend was just a few feet away.
Jaehyun tore his eyes away from the screen once again, focusing on you and Jack giggling over your shared laptop. Whatever, any word coming out of stupid Jack's mouth couldn't have been that funny. Or maybe it was funny and Jaehyun would just never understand because he wasn't in the same major as you and Jack.
That was also another reason Jaehyun was here in the libabry. A reason he'd never tell anyone. So maybe Jaehyun was a little insecure with the fact that he wasn't smart enough for you. You were smart, so smart. Before you, the only times he'd actually studied was when Taeyong forced him to go to the library. So what if he wanted to be better for you? It wasn't like getting smart and trying in school was a bad habit. It was a great habit, even if it was a major pain in his ass.
"Bro, you've been staring at Sweets for like 5 minutes now," Jaehyun heard from his left side. Right, dumb and dumbest, aka Mark and Haechan had found him here in the library and crashed his spying.
"I'm not staring!" Jaehyun whispers.
"I would," Haechan adds, "Jack has totally been flirting with her. It's fine, she knows where home is."
Jaehyun rolls his eyes, he's so pissed off with Jack that Haechan's comment isn't even a cause for concern. Yet, as he looks at you and Jack, he sees Jack leaning in to whisper something in your ear, sees you laugh softly, and sees Jack's eyes dart down to you lips. Then, as if in slow motion, Jaehyun sees this asshole begin to lean in!
He stands and takes the few steps over to you just as you pull back with your eyes wide in complete distress.
Jaehyun grabs your chair and slides it back before Jack can get any closer, "bro, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Jack chuckles, "hey man, she was digging my vibe, so I decided to make my move."
"Digging your vibe?" You parrot, "no, I wasn't. What made you think that?"
"I've been flirting with you since you gave me you number for this assignment and you never shut me down," Jack states as if it's the most obvious thing ever.
Jaehyun turns to you, brows furrowed with confusion just to catch your brows furrowed with confusion. It's cute, Jaehyun thinks, it's really cute. "But I thought you were just being nice and thought you were a little funny," you reply softly.
Jack rolls his eyes and grabs his things while Jaehyun helps you gather your own things. What Jaehyun really wants to be doing is beating the shit out of Jack for flirting with you and making you feel stupid, but he doesn't. Beating Jack up wouldn't make this situation better or help you feel better.
So later, while the two of you walk back to the frat house hand in hand, Jaehyun listens to you explain how you never assumed Jack was into you. "No guys have ever really been into me. He was never overtly friendly or made any directly flirty comments... how did I miss it?" You pout.
Jaehyun pulls you in close and wraps an arm around your shoulders, "lots of guys are into you sweets, they just know better than to hit on my girl. And Jack, well he's just an asshole who either didn't know or didn't want to take any hints."
“Lots of guys are into me?” You repeat with a pout and your brows pinched in confusion.
“We’re not focusing on that right now,” Jaehyun deadpans, “I’m yours and you’re mine. I think… maybe you just missed the signs. I mean you missed my signs.”
“That’s true,” you nod.
Jaehyun laughs softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head while you both climb the steps of the porch, “it’s done now. You don’t have to worry about him anymore. Plus, if doesn’t get the hint after all this, you let me know and I’ll be happy to sucker punch him right in his ugly face.”
“Me too!” Haechan exclaims as he tosses his backpack aside, “actually just let me know if he even looks at you. I’ll fight him for that, and I bite!”
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Hello. I saw you had your requests opened and wondered if you could please write some Nam gyu x reader who likes to call him cute after she saw him take his picture. I was just thinking about how ofter we see koreans say kiowo. thx
i really hope this is what you asked for, if not, please let me know, but enjoy!!!
kiyowo | nam-gyu (player 124)
the air felt thick with anxiety as you stood in line, your heart hammering against your chest. the players ahead of you moved forward one by one, the sound of the camera's flash echoing in the cold, yet colourful room. every step you took felt like it weighed a ton, and your palms were slick with sweat. yet, you couldn’t afford to show it. no one here could afford to show weakness.
you were just about to step up when you saw him. player 124. nam gyu. he was standing a few steps ahead, his expression as calm as ever, his posture straight, shoulders squared. he was... composed. maybe even too composed for a place like this. you didn’t know him, but there was something about the way he stood—so perfectly still and unwavering—that made you admire him.
the sound of a guard���s voice broke through your thoughts, and you realized it was your turn. you quickly stepped forward, keeping your gaze fixed on the camera ahead, trying not to let the overwhelming feeling of dread consume you. the guards were watching closely, their masked faces impossible to read. the flash of the camera was bright and sudden, blinding you for a split second, but you stayed still. just get through it, you told yourself.
as you walked away from the camera, trying to act like this was just another moment in your life, you noticed nam gyu stepping up for his photo. again, his posture was impeccable, as if he had been through this countless times before. you couldn’t help but think about how... cute he looked. the way his serious expression remained even in such an intense moment made him seem almost otherworldly. he was standing so still, like he was in control of everything around him, and for some reason, that made your heart flutter.
without thinking, the word slipped from your lips. “kiyowo,” you muttered softly, the word almost a reflex at this point, but it felt genuine. you weren’t expecting anyone to hear you—certainly not him. yet, the moment you said it, you saw his eyes flicker toward you, sharp and knowing.
“did you just call me... cute?” his voice was low, and the curiosity in it made your stomach flip. you froze, your heart skipping a beat. you hadn’t meant for him to hear that. your mind raced, unsure of how to react. should you apologize? ignore it? say something else?
he tilted his head slightly, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips, though it wasn’t a full smile. it was just enough to make your heart beat faster. he didn’t seem mad or surprised—just... intrigued.
“uh... yeah,” you stammered, feeling your cheeks warm. “i mean, you looked cute, standing there all serious. i wasn’t expecting that.”
his eyes narrowed slightly, but the way he looked at you wasn’t cold. in fact, it seemed almost... amused. he considered your words for a moment, and the brief silence between you felt heavier than it probably should have.
“serious, huh?” he said, almost like he was thinking out loud. then he glanced around, as if checking that no one else was listening, before speaking again, his tone more playful. “you’re not so bad yourself. i didn’t expect anyone to notice... but you do stand out a little.”
you blinked in surprise. what was he saying? was he complimenting you? you weren’t sure, but it made you feel strange in the best way.
“well, i’ve got to stand out somehow,” you replied, trying to keep the conversation going. “i mean, this place is terrifying. if you don’t show a little confidence, you might as well give up already.”
he looked at you for a long moment, his gaze never leaving yours. something in his eyes softened, just slightly. “confidence, huh? i guess i can see that. most people here would be shaking in their boots by now.”
you laughed nervously, trying not to let the tension of the moment weigh too heavily on you. “well, i don’t know about you, but i’m not planning to be the one who goes out first.”
his expression shifted again, just for a moment. there was something else behind his eyes now, something more genuine. “you’re not bad,” he said, almost as if he was acknowledging you as someone worth remembering. “we’ll see how long that confidence lasts.”
the guard behind him motioned for him to step forward, and nam gyu gave you one last look before moving on. you could have sworn you saw a small, knowing smile before he turned away.
as he disappeared into the next line of players, you felt a strange sense of warmth in your chest. the conversation had been brief, barely more than a few exchanged words, but something about it made you feel... seen. not bad, he’d said. for some reason, those words lingered in your mind as you moved forward, preparing for whatever came next.
despite everything—despite the terrifying reality of what was about to happen—you felt a little more confident than before. maybe you weren’t just another player in the game. maybe you could make it through this. and, just maybe, nam gyu would be someone you wouldn’t forget anytime soon, because little did you know, that one word, kiyowo, would become the foundation of your relationship with him.
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nanami kento, very serious looking guy working in the finance department, having a little crush for the new girl who just got hired by the creative team.
you didn’t even know him, not until the christmas dinner party at the office. you were fairly new, only been working there for four months. working for a big company had not always been your goal, but when you got offered the position freshly out of college you couldn’t say no. it was well paid, in the city center, and allowed you to put your degree to use - which was a big plus, since finding a good job lately seemed to be stressful for people with an art degree (or so you were told by basically everybody).
when you first saw him, your heart skipped a bit. he looked insanely good, with his white shirt hugging a toned chest and short blonde hair falling slightly on his forehead. he was talking with your creative project manager, big hands gesturing softly while speaking and a light smile on his face. it was the first time you ever laid eyes on this beautiful man, and as soon as you realized you were staring a bit too hard, he had already made eye contact. eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes met yours. before you even knew, you were walking up to him.
“hi” you said, breathily. you felt your hands sweat and damned yourself mentally for behaving like a girl seeing a cute boy for the first time. up close, you realized he must have been a little older. not too much but the confidence he exuded was clearly not the one of someone in his early twenties - nothing like a guy your age. your manager looked around, confused on why you were intruding in their conversation, and eventually asked “hi, y/n. did you need something?”
you blushed immediately, looking away from the beautiful man, realizing there was no good reason to justify your sudden intrusion. you just saw a good looking man and walked up to him as if nothing else was going on. “oh…” your mouth slightly open, your mind racing to find something appropriate to say.
“i think we have not been introduced yet.” his voice was deep and you felt it in your stomach, like music at a concert. your eyes darted up to the unknown man, nodding shyly. “right. my name is nanami kento, pleased to meet you.”
you felt your insides melt while shaking his big hand, mumbling your name and smiling softly. five seconds later, you pretended like someone was calling your name from somewhere where your other colleagues were and excused yourself, quickly leaving just like you did arriving.
watching you walk away, nanami let out a soft smile, hoping the man in front of him was not going to pay much mind to it. “oh, don’t worry about y/n. she’s young, and new. she’s still trying to find her way around here, you know?” your project manager laughed awkwardly, still wondering what was all that about. kento shrugged, watching you from afar. your cheeks were red and the grip on the glass you had in your hands looked incredibly stiff.
what neither you or your protect manager knew was that nanami kento did know who you were. he had noticed you, maybe on your first or second day, when you got lost and popped up in the finance department. your colorful sweater and laptop full of stickers looked very out of place and when one of his colleagues approached you, letting you know that maybe you had walked in the wrong office, you did turn another color from embarrassment and started profoundly apologize. he thought you were cute, and funny, but the more he got a glimpse of you in the hallways, the more he noticed you wherever he were.
the break room, the coffee shop in front of the office building, the elevator. he found you in every room, even if you didn’t even know he was there. it was like he couldn’t get enough of you, like looking at you from afar was something he had grown addicted to in such a short time.
he wouldn’t have called it a crush, but whenever he needed to print something he would carefully choose the printer on the same floor your office was on - hoping that, when walking by, your door would be open and that he could catch a glimpse of you. okay, maybe thinking back, there had been a few moments in which he felt very infatuated by the idea of you…
looking at you from across the room, while zoning out on the conversation he was in, and noticing how sometimes you would look back too, he told himself that yes, that was definitely a crush.
idk i love the dynamics of stoic boyfriend x artsy girlfriend. wtv??? i’m done .
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common factor - dave lizewski x reader
gender not explicitly mentioned but dave calls reader "ladybug"
synopsis: after getting stood up, you seek out the one person who makes everything better.
word count: 1517
a/n: recently watched kick-ass and omg atj is so cute. inspired by the scene in kick-ass 2 when mindy goes to dave after getting date ditched.
Tonight was slowly becoming a disaster. It had already been a mediocre week at school. So, when a nice boy with blue eyes asked you out, you were eager to say yes.
And so, you stood alone in front of the movies on a chilly Thursday evening as you waited for your date. You knew you had the right time and place. You had checked Ben's message multiple times. But still, you waited for five minutes. Then ten. Then twenty.
You called it quits after thirty-four minutes.
As you begin your walk of shame, you don't yearn for your home or bed. You don't think of anything that would usually provide you comfort. Right now, all you want is your best friend.
So, you make your way over to his place. It had been a while since you climbed up to his window, but you still remember the spots to step and hold on to. Mr Lizewski was rarely ever strict enough to require sneaking around. But it was too late to knock, so the window it was.
You land softly on the floor inside. Dave sleeps soundly in his bed, the light from the street gently illuminating his face. He looks so peaceful that you begin to feel bad for waking him. But your need for comfort overrides your guilt.
"Dave?" you call out, loud enough to wake him.
Dave awakens slowly, blinking in the dimness. His eyes find yours, and he jolts upright.
"Holy shit," he mutters, reaching over to turn on the lamp. "What are you doing here?"
You take a seat on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry for waking you. I just really needed to see you."
He sits up, immediately concerned. "Hey, what's wrong? Did something happen with Ben?"
You had told him about the date, of course. He was happy for you. Dave is always happy for you.
"He stood me up," you tell him.
Dave's eyes soften, and he pulls you in for a hug. You melt in his embrace, unable to stop the stray tears that fall from your eyes.
"Oh, bug. I'm so sorry. He's such an ass," Dave says softly, rubbing your back.
"I think there's something wrong with me," you say as you pull away.
He furrows his brow. "What? That is not true. How could you say that?"
You shake your head. "No, you don't understand. I'm-"
I'm in love with you, is you want to say.
You want to tell him you only agreed to go out with Ben because his eyes reminded you of Dave's. That's the only reason you paid attention to anyone lately. Alex with the hair, James with the smile and Ben with the eyes. If you broke them all down, Dave would be the common factor.
But the words refuse to come out. So, instead, you say, "I'm hopeless."
"You're not hopeless," Dave reassures.
"Then why does this keep happening?" you ask.
Dave's hands take yours. "It's not you. It's them, okay? They're all jerks. And you know what? I'm glad Ben didn't show. Because you're too good for him, ladybug."
You frown, unsure how to respond to that. You look down at your hands, at how they fit in his.
Dave takes this opportunity to continue, "I mean it. You're so sweet and kind and funny. He doesn't deserve a second of your time, much less your tears."
"I know, you're right," you say. "I guess I just... wanted to be liked."
Dave nods in understanding, "You are, though. You're loved. You don't need Ben to prove that."
His words manage to make you smile a little bit. You nod in response, knowing he's right again.
"Why don't you stay over for the night?" Dave suggests. "I can get you some clothes to sleep in."
"Yeah," you reply. "Yeah, that sounds great."
Dave smiles. "Perfect. You stay right here."
Dave gives you a spare shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts you forgot once during a sleepover. After a quick shower, you get changed and take a moment to compose yourself, not wanting to shed any more tears.
Meanwhile, Dave waits for you in bed. He felt as if his heart could break. You looked so beautiful tonight. You should be out being admired and doted on. But instead, you were left in tears. Dave starts considering putting on his Kick-Ass suit and teaching Ben a lesson.
However, his plans don't go much further before you return from the bathroom. You tiptoe over to the bed, and Dave lifts the covers up for you. You slip in beside him, instantly comforted by the soft sheets and the subtle scent that lingers on them.
You and Dave lie facing each other, the setting familiar and cozy. He reaches forward to play with your hair, brushing his fingers from the top of your head to behind your ear. The repetitive motion soothes you.
"I don't want to see Ben tomorrow," you tell him.
He nods. "I'll stick with you as much as I can. I won't let him bother you."
"I don't know how people do it," you say. "All this dating and relationships, especially in high school."
"I couldn't tell you," he answers. "My one and only girlfriend publicly broke up with me and told me she cheated on me at the same time."
You cringe at the reminder. You remember when Dave started dating Katie. He had such a big crush on her, and you tried your best to be supportive. You tried not to hate her. You were glad when she did something worthy of your resentment.
"God, that was horrible," you say.
"Yeah. Maybe we're both cursed with bad luck," Dave replies.
You frown. "I thought ladybugs are supposed to be lucky."
Dave chuckles at your statement, taking a moment to think. "You're right. Maybe the universe is doing us a favour by showing us we don't need them. You know you'll always matter more to me than some random girl."
"That won't always be true," you say quietly.
"Sure it will, bug," he replies. "It's me and you forever, remember?"
His words make you want to shrivel up under the covers. They take you back to the old days when you and Dave had not a single care in the world.
"Yeah, I remember," you mumble.
Dave smiles. "Good. Don't you forget it."
You take a deep breath, shutting your eyes for a moment. You never expected this night to be so emotionally taxing. A few moments of comfortable silence pass as you try to ground yourself.
"Hey," Dave speaks up after a while. "How about I take you out this weekend?"
You open your eyes again, slightly surprised. How about I take you out? You wonder if he phrased it like that on purpose.
"You don't have to," you tell him.
"I want to," he says. "It's been a while since we did something without Todd or Marty. Maybe we can see the new Avengers movie. I know you have a crush on Thor."
You glare at him, feigning offence. "I do not have a crush on Thor."
He grins. "Aw, come on. You can tell me the truth. Though, I'll have to try very hard not to be jealous."
You whack him on the arm, and he laughs.
"Okay, kidding," he says, "But seriously, we can do that. Or watch something else. Or do anything, really."
The ideal appeals to you more than you care to admit. You nod, "I'd like that a lot."
He smiles. "Great. It'll be my treat. We'll have the best time, I promise."
You smile back. "Thanks, Dave."
"Don't mention it," he replies. "Now, go to sleep. Let that pretty head of yours rest."
You do as he says, closing your eyes again. You scoot closer to him, and he wraps an arm around your waist. He kisses you gently on the top of your head, and you can't help but smile.
"Goodnight, Davey," you murmur.
"Goodnight, ladybug," he responds.
An unpleasant beeping wakes you in the morning. It takes a moment for your sleep-addled brain to make sense of everything. You notice you're warm, incredibly warm. You realise it's because Dave's chest is against your back, his arms secure around your body.
You feel as if you could be a puddle right now. It's all so perfect, except for that beeping. It's Dave's alarm. Of course. You forgot it was still a school day.
Dave shifts behind you, and his warmth leaves you as he rolls away. You miss it immediately but aren't awake enough to do anything about it. There's the sound of fumbling before the beeping finally stops. Not a moment sooner, Dave returns, wrapping his arms around you again and holding you tighter than before.
He nuzzles his face against your neck, letting out a deep breath that tickles your skin. It's almost enchanting how quickly sleep calls for you again. Dave doesn't say a word, but it's clear you both agree that school can wait five more minutes.
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#dave lizewski#dave lizewski x reader#dave lizewski x you#kick ass#kick ass 2#kick ass x reader#aaron taylor johnson#atj
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Time to catch up the side characters!
Side characters react to a MC with a tongue piercing
Diavolo
He honestly never noticed it about MC since he didn't look at their mouth that hard. That is until he started to develop feelings for them he kept staring at their lips and that's when he noticed it. He asks "Hey Mc what's that in your mouth?" MC looks at him confused then makes a 'oh' face and sticks out their tongue. Once he sees it he immediately blushes a bit. "Wow MC that is such a cool piercing probably one of my favorites now!" He says and suddenly cups MC's face examining it more. He eventually backs away. "I'll buy you some jewelry for it right away!" He says excited. He seems to enjoy this piercing too much....
Barb
MC revealed it to him since he personally doesn't care what they do and don't have. As long as MC is with him he's content. They were both having tea when Mc decided to show him. "Hey Barb.....I just wanted to let you know I have a secret piercing..." MC states. Barb looks at them and tilts his head a bit. MC then sticks their tongue out. He doesn't react much just amused MC was that trusting of him. "It's certainly a interesting piercing tell me how it went" he says now pushing their conversation to said piercing.
Simeon
He noticed it right away since he often looks at every detail of a person. Especially if he has a crush on them like MC. He didn't want to outright ask so he kept hinting at it. MC eventually tired of beating around the bush stuck out their tongue. His eyes widen and his cheeks turn a slight pink. "Woah.... you're so cool MC!" He says amazed. He continues to ask some questions here and there and definitely didn't forget about it.
Meso
As MC and him talked his eyes kept catching a small ball. He noticed this for weeks and did not say anything. He finally broke when none of the brothers would say anything to him when he asked. "MC do you have something in your mouth? I keep seeing a light hit a ball?" He says genuinely confused. Once MC stuck out their tongue he felt genuinely stupid. A ball? A piercing! He sighs to himself and then apologized to MC. "I'm sorry for being so invasive I was confused and apparently stupid I should've put two and two together....it does look nice though. But it's distracting!" He retorts
Raphael
He noticed of course nothing slips past him but why pry? It's MC's business not his own. He was slightly curious. Why have it? Does it do something special or something? He actually found out fully when the brothers were yapping about it. He doesn't say anything but does stare at your mouth randomly....just thinking.
Thirteen
Great minds think alike. She noticed immediately because she has an eye for those sort of things. More so to use as a way to prank people so she watches them closely. She did ask about the pain because she wants one of her own and MC and her actually bond over this fact. She really loves it and buys cute jewelry for MC and says how excited she is to match with MC one day.
Solomon
He didn't notice for a while because MC tended to keep their mouth closed around him. (Due to his cooking) He accidentally gave MC his coffee that was WAY too bitter so they stuck their tongue out in disgust which is when he notices it. He immediately smiles excited for some reason. "That piercing is so cool MC I wonder....does what you eat stay on it? Could someone else taste it when they-" MC covers his mouth. Horny bastard.
Luke
He only noticed when Mc started eating infront of him. He of course pipped up and asked the moment he saw it. "MC what is that?" He asks. MC shows him and he immediately looked terrified. "Why would you do that! Doesn't that hurt?" He asks worried for MC once they explained everything was okay he didn't feel as scared. He asked many MANY questions.
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Romantic Atmosphere
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader
Summary: You met him in winter, where your story was just beginning. As you deal with your mother's death and Sam tries to get used to normal life, you both find yourself immersed in each other.
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Word Count: 2,891
Tags/Warnings: none
Part 1: Winter, when we met
It took you a few seconds to look away, but when you finally did, you cleared your throat.
“Thank you.” You mumbled before grabbing the bouquet of flowers and heading towards the entrance.
You felt embarrassed, maybe a little curious about the one called Sam. But then again, you didn’t want to divert your attention from your goal. So when you left the flower shop, you took the right path, against the wind, to head to the cemetery, but you didn’t notice that your scarf was unraveling, and it was at that moment that it slipped from your neck to behind you.
You tried to grab it, but you failed, and you were about to run after it when you saw him.
Sam. Who didn’t have much trouble reaching out his hand and grabbing the scarf. His height was actually a huge advantage.
“I think this is yours.” He said as he walked over to you and looked at the scarf.
“Thank you… Again.” You gave a small nervous laugh.
Sam smiled. You had a cute laugh, even as you tried to hide your nervousness. He assumed you were embarrassed by everything that had happened, but he wasn’t going to blame you for your attitude. It was clear that there was something bothering you, and it wasn’t something small.
He handed you your scarf.
“I… I want to apologize for how I treated you in there. You just wanted to help.”
“It’s okay. I admit that maybe approaching you like I did was suspicious.”
You smiled and placed the scarf back around your neck.
“Anyway… I’m sorry.”
He stared at you and nodded.
“I forgive you.”
“First you help me with the flowers and then with my scarf. Are you some kind of hero?”
“I’m far from that, trust me.”
You sensed a story behind that. It seemed like a truth he truly believed.
“You know what? If you really want to apologize, let me buy you a coffee.”
“Shouldn’t I buy you one?” You asked.
“Just accepting the invitation is enough for me.”
You thought about it. You could refuse and go to the cemetery to pay respect to your mother, or you could accept and miss out on that.
God, it seemed like you only accepted to avoid her.
“Okay, I accept.”
You arrived at the nearest coffee shop and sat down at a table by the window a moderate distance from the other people. The aroma of coffee was strong in the place and because of the time there weren’t many people there. Sam was in front of you, his hands wrapped around his coffee cup to warm his hands. You did the same, putting your gloves in your coat pocket.
“So, since we’re here,” He started. “Maybe it’s good to say why we were at that flower shop today.”
“What makes you think I wasn’t there just to decorate my home?”
“Besides you just confirmed it to me,” He laughed softly. “You seemed a little stressed when choosing the flowers.”
You nodded and took a sip of your coffee.
“Well, there is a reason.”
“But?”
“But I’m not sure I trust you enough to tell you.” You smiled and raised an eyebrow.
“Confidential or personal?”
“Can’t it be both?”
Sam looked at you like you were a wonder. It seemed like you wanted to play with his mind just to avoid answering the question.
“For what it’s worth, you’ll probably never see me again in your life, so it won’t do me any good to know your secret.”
You noted that he was good with words, that he could probably get a criminal to confess with promises of a light sentence.
“Okay, um...” You took another sip of your coffee and cleared your throat. “My mother passed away a few weeks ago and today I was deciding what flowers to bring her.”
Sam’s face turned apologetic.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
You sighed.
“She and I… Let’s just say we didn’t end well. So… I didn’t really know what flowers to get her or if I should or even what kind of flowers to get her because I’ve never read about the different types of flowers and their meanings.” You spoke quickly and took a deep breath once you were done.
“Oh, wow, that’s…” He cleared his throat. “No wonder you looked stressed.”
You sighed and stared at your coffee cup. Sam looked at you with a mix of curiosity and sympathy. You were having a hard time and you were at your limit. And he was going to make sure you didn’t overstep it and push you away from him.
“You know, how about after this we go for a walk?” He asked after you took another sip of your coffee.
“Really? Why do you want to go for a walk with me?”
“We could get to know each other.”
“Why are you interested in getting to know me?”
“I just see that you have a lot of tension in you and I think it wouldn’t hurt to, uh, get it out.”
You nodded slowly, but you were unsure. You didn’t know him. You didn’t know anything about him. But maybe that was what you needed. To walk with a stranger, talk, and clearly hope that he wasn’t crazy.
“Okay.” You agreed.
He smiled and took the last of his coffee. When you both walked out, Sam held the door for you like a gentleman. You put your hands in your pockets as you walked out, looking around. Snow surrounded you and there were some kids playing on the other street.
“So,” Sam started as he adjusted his coat. “Could you tell me your name?” You gave him your name. “Huh…”
“What?”
“Oh, nothing. It just… Reminds me of something, but I don’t know what.”
You nodded.
“So… Uhm, Sam, right?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“What do you do for a living?”
“Study, actually. Law.”
You raised your eyebrows in interest.
“Law. That’s… Prestigious.”
He laughed lightly and looked up and down the street before crossing.
“Many would say it’s selling your soul to the devil.” He commented.
“There’s even a movie about it.”
It was a small laugh you gave, but it was there. And Sam couldn’t help but turn to look at you as soon as he heard you.
When you reached the other side of the street was when he looked away. But there was something magnetic about you that forced his eyes to look at you.
“And what do you do?” he asked you.
“Well, Sam, I work in a bookstore.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, and I can tell you that we have some good law books.”
He laughed and shook his head in amusement.
“I’ll go as soon as I can.”
You turned to look at him the same moment he looked away. But you obviously hadn’t realized that he had been watching you this whole time.
“Let’s play a game.” You said suddenly.
“A game?”
“Yeah, you know, a game to get to know each other.”
“What is it about?”
“I'll tell you three things, two of them will be true and the other will be a lie. You have to guess which one is which.”
“That's it? Okay, I understand. Sounds interesting.”
You continued walking and you cleared your throat.
“Okay, I’ll start.” You took your hands out of your pockets and stood there thinking for a while as you watched the snow fall. “Uhm, well, for starters, my mom was a teacher and my dad was a military man when they met. He came to introduce himself to the kids in her class and he mentioned that he couldn’t stop looking at her for a moment.”
“Okay…”
“Now, the second thing I have to tell you is that I have a brother and a sister, both older, and one day I was washing dishes and… Well, my sister came over to hug me, we’ve always gotten along.” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “The thing is, she came over and a cup I was drying fell out of my hands. It shattered on the floor.” I nodded. “The point is, we never told anyone. It’s like our secret.”
Sam watched you intently the whole time, listening to every word that came out of your mouth. And when you smoothed that lock of hair out of your face, it only made another lock of hair obstruct his view of your face. His hand tickled and he tried to smooth it back out, but he realized it would look weird to touch your hair when you two barely knew each other, so he ran that same hand through his hair instead.
“Now, the last lie or truth;” You continued, unaware of the fight that had just occurred inside Sam’s mind. “When I was five, I stole a bottle of liquor that my dad kept stashed away. Of course, I didn’t know it was liquor, so I drank it.”
Sam laughed softly.
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. They even had to take me to the hospital. My mom was elated and my siblings had to come to the hospital because there was no one to take care of them.” I smiled. “It was a good night.”
You came to a corner and you stared at a dress that was behind a large window. Whenever you passed by there, you stared at that dress. It was one you liked, on sale because it was summer. It was red, above the knee. It reminded you of a dress your mother had bought you for your fourteenth birthday. Sam noticed your look, the way your eyes sparkled when you saw that dress.
“So…” You said, looking away from the window.
“So what?” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, right, two truths, one lie.”
You crossed the street, Sam looking both ways for you. Snow was beginning to pile up around you. You made a mental note to light the fireplace when you got home.
“Well, I think the fact that you have a sister and a brother is true.”
“Oh, yeah? Explain.”
“You look like a little sister. And I know what I'm talking about, because I'm one too.”
“We were born to be the spoiled and the most oblivious of the family.”
“True.” He ran a hand through his hair. “And the other truth is the one about you stealing the liquor... I don't think that at five years old you could steal a bottle of alcohol. Surely your father kept it well guarded, especially being a soldier.”
“What does that have to do with it?”
He shrugged.
“He's a soldier, he should know those things.”
“Your father was a soldier too?”
“Marine.”
“Okay…”
You stopped and turned to look at him, smiling sideways.
“You lost.”
“What?” Sam frowned in confusion.
“You lost. My mother wasn't a teacher and my father wasn't a soldier. They both worked at the same supermarket, that's how they met.”
“No way.”
You smiled and continued walking. Sam watched you for a few seconds. You had tricked him and you were obviously proud of it.
“You’re enjoying it.” He said, coming up to you.
“Yep, a lot.”
He shook his head in amusement.
“Does that mean you really stole your dad’s liquor?”
“Like I said, it was a good night. Even though I don’t remember much about it.” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. “Now your turn.”
“Oh, no, I think I’ll pass.”
“What? No, the game was me first and then you.”
“I don’t think I want to play it.” He said with a dry laugh.
You looked at him curiously. This was probably a sign to get away from this complete stranger, but a part of you said that what he was hiding from you about his life wasn’t dangerous in a way, at least not saying that he was the dangerous one.
You continued walking for another few minutes in silence, just admiring the scenery and listening to the atmosphere that surrounded them when they passed in front of a chocolate shop.
Sam stopped walking, leaving you walking alone, not realizing that he had stopped. He turned to look at the store, which had a chocolate brown tone. On shelves were several boxes, some open and others closed.
“You know something?” He spoke, making you stop walking and turn to look at him. “Wait here.” He said before entering the store, the bell you even heard from where you were.
“But what the…?”
You stood in front of the window, looking in. There stood Sam, approaching the counter and talking to the salesman. You watched the interaction in confusion. Sam was buying a box of chocolates. You knew this because the salesman passed one over the counter to him as Sam pulled money out of his wallet. You cocked your head as you watched the interaction and swayed in place, the sun slowly leaving the sky and making the ground colder. After a few moments, Sam came out, happily holding a box of chocolates in his hands.
“What’s all this about?” You laughed lightly and he shrugged.
“I jus’ thought you could use some chocolates.”
He held the box out to you and you hesitated.
“I can’t accept them, you already bought me coffee.” He nodded in understanding. “Besides, it’s about time I went home.”
He smirked and walked over to the curb.
“Taxi!” A cab pulled up in front of him and he turned to look at you. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”
You smiled and got into the cab. When Sam got in you gave the driver the address and turned to look at him.
“So… You want to spend more time with me or why are you doing all this?”
“I could never let a lady walk home alone,” He handed you the box of chocolates. “And no chocolate.”
“Well, then…” You grabbed the box. “The least I can do…” You started to open it. “Is share it with you.”
Sam looked into your eyes, wondering if you were real or if the reflection of the setting sun was just making you feel ethereal.
You started eating the chocolates. It was fun to guess the taste of each one before eating. Some were delicious, but others left a bad taste in your mouth.
“Oh, this one is really good.”
“Really? Let me try it.”
“This one’s definitely not my favorite. It’s coconut.”
“You’re exaggerating. Coconut isn’t that bad.”
The tour continued with chatter and laughter. They told anecdotes and shared a private moment (despite the taxi driver). At one point the corner of Sam’s lip got stained with chocolate and you almost raised your hand to wipe it away, but you shook your gaze away.
“You have...”
“What?”
“Chocolate... There.”
“Uh? Oh, yes... Thanks. Is that all?”
“Yep, all clean.”
The taxi driver looked at them out of the corner of his eye, curious.
“You must be newlyweds.” He thought.
When you arrived at your house, you stared at it for a few seconds in silence. You didn't want the moment to end. You fervently wanted to continue chatting with him. But returning home meant the end of this encounter.
They got out of the taxi and he walked you to the door of your house.
“You have a nice house.”
“Thank you.”
You stared at each other, each with different minds. Different points of view. Different ways of life with different habits. But both were thinking the same thing.
“Well... I think I'll leave you here.”
“Yeah... Yeah, I guess so.” You cleared your throat and extended your hand. “Nice to meet you, Sam...”
“Winchester.” He took your hand, his thumb caressing it.
“Sure... Winchester. You were a nice surprise.” You let go of his hand. “It really wasn’t one of my best days and you...” You shook your head. “I don’t know, you knew how to make it memorable.”
He nodded and placed a hand on his chest.
“I’m at your service.”
You turned around and, with the keys you kept in your purse, unlocked the door to your home and entered. Sam was just turning around when you turned back to look at him.
“Sorry, but... Do you think, maybe, I don’t know... You could give me your phone number? Just in case I have a bad day again.”
Sam was pleased to hear that.
“Yeah, of course.” He handed you his number. “Feel free to call.”
He turned around and started walking towards the cab.
“I will...” You mumbled before closing the door.
Sam got in the car and settled into the seat as the cabbie turned to look at him.
“Wait, she’s not your wife?”
“What? No, no, of course not.” He laughed softly as he shook his head. “I just met her today.”
“Tsk, too bad.” He looked back ahead. “Would have bet you were dating at the very least.” He started the car. “You two have a lot of chemistry and all.”
Sam smiled. Your house drifting away and he followed it with his eyes. The chemistry between the two of you was indescribable. Everyone around you seemed to notice it, even the two of you.
“Yeah, it seems that way.” He mumbled.
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Hello! I've been obsessed with the "cute aggression" moments people have with their pets but I found one where it's done by a gf to her bf and I immediately thought of jeno or jisung. Can you please do something like that BUT to add a little bit of a plot to make the male a little mad at the mc and she just starts to squish his cheeks and kiss all over him cuz he looks so adorable in that moment (could be jeno or jisung, idrc since I cannot choose between them😭)
hello! this is such a lovely request!
here's what I've done. I hope that you enjoy it.
priorities [jisung x reader]
wc:753. style: third person, non-idol au. cw: fluff, slight ooc?? yn wears lipstick
You smiled to yourself as you tiptoed through the apartment, quiet and dark after a long day of being at work. Normally, you would have turned the lights and stove on to make dinner, but tonight, you had only one place to be- the bedroom.
You opened the door as gently as possible, not wanting to make too much noise. You switched on the overhead light, wincing as the room was filled with a soft glow. The reason for your heed was slightly your fault…it had resulted in Jisung being invalid in bed for the whole day.
You giggled when you saw the top of his blonde hair upon the pillow, the rest of him confined underneath the thick duvet. You had suffered a cold last week, and being the man he was, Jisung had been there for you and helped you to a speedy recovery. However, he had taken the worst of the bacteria. Since last night, he had lain in bed with a fever, sore throat, and shivering limbs. You hadn't bothered to ask for the day off to look after him (your manager wouldn't have wanted to hear it) and so you had left him alone for a long while today, creeping out of the house at dawn before he made you change your mind.
You peeled open the covers and held back a squeal at how adorable Jisung looked. He was curled up in a ball, blonde hair hiding his eyes, cheeks pink from fever. You wanted to scoop him up and keep him all to yourself. “Jisung?” you whispered. “I'm here. It's alright." Jisung jolted from his derelium before stretching in a way that reminded you of a deer foal. “I feel like death,” he croaked. “I'm sorry,” you said, stroking his fringe out of his eyes. “At least I'm here now.”
Jisung suddenly seemed to realise that you were there. He sat up (due to his condition, he looked rather slouched) and crossed his arms. He turned his head away, refusing to look at you. “You abandoned me,” he scowled. “I've had a horrible day, and you abandoned me.” You shrugged. “I didn't have a choice, did I? I had to go to work!” Jisung huffed, still refusing to look at you. “So you like your manager more than me?” You laughed. As intimidating as he was trying to be, Jisung was the personification of a stuffed animal. “Of course not, darling. I tried to get home as soon as possible.” Jisung finally turned his gaze towards you. He was frowning at you, but his hair softened any intimidation that he could have radiated.
“I used all my last bit of strength to reach to my phone to call you,” he said, his voice dipping in and out with hoarseness, “but guess what? It was out of charge.” He looked down at a patch on the duvet, obviously feeling very sorry for himself. “I felt really sad. And I missed you. And you never came home.” He looked so small and sad with his crossed arms and fluffy blonde hair and rosy cheeks that you couldn't help yourself from attacking him. Without warning, despite your work clothes, you seized him, taking his face in yours and peppering it with a thousand kisses. “I'm never going to leave you ever again,” you said in between pecks. “I'm going to stay right here with you until you feel better.”
“Get off!” Jisung said half-heartedly, pretending to hate the attack. When you eventually pulled away, his face was adorned with your lipstick prints. “Sorry,” you said, leaning over to wipe it off, but Jisung held up his hand. “No, it's alright. I don't mind.” You shrugged off your coat. “Does that mean I'm forgiven now?” Jisung rolled his eyes. “I don't know. You're the one who gave me this cold in the first place.” You smiled to yourself. He was trying to keep his guard up, but he could never be mad at you for long. “I'm going to shower real quick,” you announced. As you walked away, Jisung grabbed your hand with surprising force. “Don't leave me again,” he whispered. “Just stay here with me. I promise I'm not mad anymore.”
“Oh, alright,” you sighed (secretly happy, of course), sinking into bed with him. You stroked his hair as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his head in the nook of your neck. The manager could wait. You weren't going to leave Jisung in distress ever again.
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Mercs Wearing Lingerie For The First Time
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Request: I saw you were taking requests again. Can I suggest the mercs buying lingerie and being nervous about wearing it for their s/o? If not all then maybe Soldier, Sniper and Engineer
Threw in a extra spy for ya!!
I’m sorry but I feel like this man would have absolutely no shame wearing lingerie for his s/o.
There are only a few minor problems, with the main one being; is there any in teufort that will actually fit him?
But once he does find one (Thats red, blue and/or white) he’s ready, taking a little bit of time to set up.
And set up is being real vague honestly. He just changes and stands in the room while calling you over. (Might even come out searching for you)
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“Solly, what did yo– oh…” Feeling all your blood rush to your face, and in another direction too. “That’s what you called me for.” Making sure the door was shut and locked behind you before walking closer, getting a closer look and feel.
It was a surprisingly nice material, red, white and blue with matching lace. Yeah, this wasn’t lasting long at all. “You did well in battle this week Cupcake, so I got you a reward! Now c’mon, show me you deserve this!”
He knows just a bit more than the above mentioned two, but it’s definitely not by much.
Is roughly in the middle when it comes to shame, isnt that embarrassed but you can tell he is to some degree.
Likely heard Scout talking about it, then decided, for some reason, to get one. He would’ve stopped if he didnt’ feel awkward leaving the store with nothing, so he put a little thought into it.
Would never live this down if anyone knew, so he swears you to secrecy about this. (Would never do this again if you did, but why would you ever do that?)
***
“Yeah yeah Scout, why don’t you go wait for Miss Pauling, she’s meant to come around later.” Very quickly he ran off, letting you continue on where you were going. Wait a second, where were you going?
Thrown out of your thoughts by a familar red laser on the wall in front of you. Knowing that it only came from two guns out here, and only one was able to get this close. Turning to find it was Mick sitting on top of his van, going inside when you started heading over.
“Hey Mick,” Luckily it was you coming over, and that no one wanted to see him or come over with you. “What did ya ne–” Pausing when you noticed a pair of pants dropped on the floor, looking over to see him taking ogg his jacket. Revealing the lingerie underneath.
Blush covering his face and shoulders, “Don’t keep staring Roo.” He didn’t like that, he did this so do something damn it.
God forbid this man doesn’t have a heart attack just looking at it.
He never really thought about lingerie, so he doesn’t put a lot of thought into choosing one, just as long as it fits him then he’s good.
Barely even looks at it before putting it on, but when he does he’ll just kinda stand in the mirror for a good while. Turns out it isnt as bad as he thought but still embarrassing.
Makes sure to have you come over to his workshop when everyone else is asleep, doesn’t want to risk anyone knowing of this.
***
It seemed like hours had passed with Dell just looking at himself in the mirror, while he wasn’t denying the fact the lingerie was cute. It wasn’t really him, but what would be for a merciless mercenary?
Jumping when someone knocked at the door, almost reaching for a nearby jacket and sweatpants. “Hey, uh Dell, you said you wanted to meet me here?” Letting out a breath at your voice, “Give me a minute Darl,” Unlocking the door and standing behind it as you entered, making sure it locked again.
“Was something wrong…” Words trailing off when you looked at Dell, it was almost too much but you knew it was the fact this was new. Having to look away for a few seconds before looking back, taking in everything this time.
How the garters connected the main pieces. The tighter pieces letting fat spill over, especially on his thighs. His hands tugged at the main bodice under your gaze, you couldn’t let him feel uncomfortable or as if you didn’t like this.
Replacing his hands with your own, guiding them under his waistband. “You look so pretty, can I unwrap my present now, please?” “Darlin’ c’mon now, why would I make you wait?”
This man has multiple pieces in his closet and in other storage places, I absolutely cannot be convinced otherwise.
Definitely wore some for missions in his earlier years (And still does occassionally) so he knows that they fit perfectly.
Finds your favourite by a series of questions (Which he doesn’t need to ask most of the time, he just knows you) based on your favourite colour, texture etc.
My man prepares everything perfectly, especially if it's your first time seeing him in it, candles are lit, vintage wine is poured.
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You didn’t care how awkward this would look to anyone else, cause why would they ever see this?
Your hands roamed over the lingerie sitting flush against Spy’s body, he made sure to get the best as he wouldn’t willingly wear anything less. “Are you enjoying yourself ma chérie?” Too distracted to answer, he just laughed.
Smoothing over anything you could, feeling the different types of lace and materials used. Ribbons holding the back closed, clasps on the garters holding up the tights. They were a light [favourite colour] with matching metal and a darker robe. “No need to answer me, then, I see you are.”
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i think i'll lose my mind in hysteria
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Getting closer, getting really close now I swear (Patreon)
#Doodles#Just Desserts#Villainsona#True Villainy AU#Just ignore how many times I've said that up to this point lol - I'm serious this time!#I always feel so bad designing TVAU outfits because Charm is always so miserable as a model haha#Could this be a contributing factor as to why it's taken so long?? No I enjoy drawing her like that lol#Made some design notes about the important elements of what I want for her True Villain look - more than just ''Her but Kaiein influence''#I'd still really like a nod to dragon scales of some kind but honestly her classic design is more that#Always going on about her spider theming how to make it dragony! It's the one thing I'm still hung up on lol#As for the rest I think it's Really getting close :) I got to actually turn her little ''shawl'' - I always knew it was Kaiein-related -#Into something that properly mimics his shape! It's all controlled by her tho it's not a part of his body - just magic-infused matter#Made to look like him so there's still that creep factor but it's more her body than his - she can control its shape :D#And I got to keep the jewels! Yesss - made it a motif! Now it's also on her hips and knees to break up her visual space yes very good#It's drips :) Y'know - like ink :) Finally figured that one out lol good job setting up my own symbolism me#And then some elegant drapey bits to match her ''shawl'' and continue to break up her space!! Yes! Good!!#I still haven't decided on a colour palette I think black and white is too obvious and too Kaiein but hmmm - she has a lot of colours#Lots of options to pick from but which is the Correct one - her hair would stay pink so maybe some of her pinks or purples#I'll play with some digital swatches later :)#I'm also so glad I could implement the hood design from one of the scrapped outfits ah <3 I love her in a hood she's so cute#I'm rather pleased with the way the spider web design breaks up her form as well - it's more subdued than the full bottom/shoes stripes but#It's also not very clear here lol the long ones that all the way down to her feet are the third from the center ignore that second one#The second lines out from the center host her wings! Very important!#Kinda reminds me of my holosona in a way actually :0 They /are/ both Evil-aligned hmmmm#All the more reason to colour palette! Differentiate the colours in my head#Really do feel like I'm approaching it now fdjsklafd getting close now!!
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i spent my morning at the DMV and it was the absolute worst way to spend my morning, 0/10 do not recommend
#personal#I’m just here to ramble to get it out lol#I got there when it opened and it was a TWO hour wait#my anxiety was already high for some reason it’s been out of control recently#so I’m already just…shaking going in lol#and this woman cuts in line ahead of a huge group of us and I was next so I had to go in and say ‘excuse me we’re all in line too’#she was so nice but I was so nervous my tone was mean 😭#we waited in dollar tree#(their fall and Halloween decor is on POINT it’s so cute btw)#oh yeah— we meaning me and the beans lol they were with me#and they were being such troopers right until we went inside since we were waiting outside#I miss my que because of it and the girls are screaming and crying and I have this huge stroller and everyone is so obviously annoyed at me#and THEN I give a bean my keys to try and calm her down and she takes them and#sets off my car alarm#and this woman comes in yelling about my car and I have to say ‘YUP THAT’S ME I’m not going to turn it off I’m almost done here thank you’#😭😭😭#and then my picture!! I obviously look like I’m having a mental breakdown in it#I look like a thumb 😭#but it’s done#I have my new license with my new name#it is done lol#I def went to try car to cry 😭#I wasn’t mad at the beans though I felt bad for them 🥺#ANYWAY#Imma go eat a salad because my tummy hurts 😭
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chiyo loving hours except now i'm imagining chiyo in her vampire verse and how waking up from her transition really went. it wasn't a calm thing where she got to read her cousin's letter first and prepare herself mentally before she drank blood for the first time. nooooo no no. she woke up ravenous and being drawn to the smell in her fridge, tearing open the door and tearing into those containers. the taste of animal blood -- not quite fresh at that -- was a little unpleasant but satisfying enough. but gosh, she was likely soaked in the stuff, or at least her face and the front of her shirt were. her hands were certainly stained. there was probably a big mess on the floor, too, from where she carelessly tossed the containers, and then her stomach didn't feel quite full.
after all, her cousin had to get the blood hastily and prior to bringing her back. it probably wasn't the best quality, nor was he able to get much. really, the fact naoki pulled all of this off without getting murdered by chiyo is a small miracle. he likely performed the spell and booked it out of her apartment and waited to see what happened bc he knew once she woke up, she wouldn't be in her right mind until she fed. after she woke up, he'd be able to get cyrillo, an influential vampire in the area, involved. chiyo would be in good hands.
but i promise you she got sick. if not right after gorging herself on the animal blood, she gets sick the minute she reads naoki's note and realizes yes, she just drank blood. which is a little bit of a problem bc she's gonna be hungry all over again, but chiyo can't help it. it's a mental thing, and between the blood and the knowledge that she was killed and brought back as a vampire, she's completely overwhelmed. she's sobbing on her bathroom floor, hugging her toilet and shaking. she's got this terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, which is a mixture of hunger and dread -- dread bc this can't be a joke. it's real. and how the hell is she going to move on from this?
#i chose that icon bc her lips are so cute and plush but it doesn't match the energy of this hc at all asdfgh#part of me is like ' oh your muse finding chiyo shortly after she's turned and helping her clean up ' buuuuut only a select few could#safely help her at that point without her ripping into them#alternatively: your muse learning how she woke up alone and had to freak out and get sick and clean herself up all by herself#tell me how they'd take that information <3 tell me how they'd give naoki a shiner bc he kinda deserves it <3#but also naoki is the reason chiyo's still here so it's a little complicated#he definitely fumbled her transition but like ;;;;; it was a hasty job and he was panicking#vampire brain rot is hitting again and hitting hard i fear#i sit before flowers & hope they will train me in the art of opening up | headcanons#bad moon rising | modern fantasy ii
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also now realizing there's a heavy possibility that the unknown event Daniel references where he asks Lyla "how are you going to find your happiness?" is the same event Helene references when she tells Lyla that Lyla "betrayed" her.
Coincidentally, that's probably the same event that allowed Helene to be manipulated by the Empress into turning against Lyla and might have been the cause of Daniel leaving Lyla (probably to find out how to awaken as a dragon so he could gain the power to take her away from her family faster? maybe even going so far as to try and compete w/ Paris for the throne if it means protecting Lyla?)
There's also a suspicious gap of time from when Helene was poisoned to when she told Lyla to get away from her that has been omitted. And considering baby Lyla cries about Helene not wanting to be with her anymore...and that same baby Lyla is seen hugging Daniel in the unexplored scene...Lyla what the fuck did you do to Helene to embitter her like this?
#the mighty extra#the mighty extra: one girl changes the world#me a week ago: gee im not sure if the Helene saying Lyla betrayed her scene makes sense re: Lyla's death#me now: ohhhhhhhh we haven't gotten to the reason why Helene felt betrayed yet gooootcha that's why something feels amiss#something happened in the gap of time between when Helene got poisoned and when she turned her back on Lyla gooootcha#and here i thought it was a smooth transition but now i see i have yet again been tricked by my own bad expectations LMAO#im so used to just accepting half-baked explanations that are construed to try and explain canon events i didn't even think to doubt myself#this story really is the gift that keeps on giving#also the idea of Daniel competing with Paris for the sake of ensuring Lyla gets to live a happy life is really fucking cute#he gives off a lot of big brother vibes and honestly for a “unpredictable crazy dragon” he's such a sweetheart#my current guess is that Arne somehow tricked Helene to turn against Lyla? or tricked Lyla into hurting Helene somehow (emotionally)?#because these sisters ADORED each other very clearly and Helene being poisoned by Sienna wouldn't have broken their bond so easily#whatever happened was bad enough that Daniel said it was better off if she forgot all about it#which#she did#but not in the way he expects alas#and here i was thinking Helene was just an asshole because she felt severely hurt by Lyla's dangerous actions#nope! she's got a reason indeed and the fact that she felt betrayed by Something TM and yet still tries to save Lyla anyways is just#Interesting!#there's still more depth to dig out of these sisters and their relationship together pre-“Lyla” and im living for it!!!#also im still so confused about Daniel#so he was the sea witch's apprentice which means he knew Sienna but also he ran away from the sea witch at some point#and has been on the run from his own empire joined some pirates is now living with Ellie and is going to Lyla's side post the finale#i still dont get why he didn't take Lyla with him or come back for her. was he waiting to do so? for what? he was already awakened as a-#as a dragon by the time he found Lyla again. and he definitely didn't forget about her so like#*tilts head*#i can understand him being like “oh Lyla left guess she didn't wait for me” but i don't think he's ever implied that???#considering Daniel's side of Lyla's past still has holes in it I think there's going to be answers coming soon to this question but man#i love trying to do a conspiracy board in my head of the events that went down in the bg re: Lyla bc it's so fascinating to piece together#everything is explained but also nothing is explained and the writing for this story is really admirable as fuck
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April 20, Beijing, China, National Museum of China/中国国家博物馆 (Part 1 - Dehua white porcelain exhibition/德化白瓷展):
Aaand finally, the National Museum of China/中国国家博物馆! I was lucky enough to see the famed Dehua white porcelain exhibition/德化白瓷展 here. Some of you may recognize some of these pieces already, since pictures and shorts of them have been circulating online way before I went on this trip, but there are many many other pieces too. The pieces I post here are only a small portion of the entire exhibition, so if you ever get a chance to see the exhibition elsewhere in person, don't hesitate. This stuff is amazing.
First up is one of the two that has been gaining popularity online, the piece named 神话 or "Legend".
The first time I saw a porcelain piece like this, I thought that the clothing part was made with paper? But no, the light fabric of the clothing, the hair, it's all porcelain. Keep in mind when looking through these pictures: every part of every piece is porcelain.
This piece is the other one that was becoming popular, the piece named simply 纸, or "Paper". If you don't look up close and see the glossy surface, you can't tell it's actually porcelain. I cannot for the life of me imagine the kind of magic that was used to turn clay into this
Anyway, this is a good point to introduce Dehua porcelain a little bit. Dehua porcelain is a regional specialty of Dehua/德化, which is located in Fujian province, and is known for its expressiveness and white color. For this reason it's also known in the West as "Blanc de Chine" (French: "white of China"), and this should be the reason why this exhibition is named 中国白, which basically means the same thing. The history of Dehua porcelain goes back to Song dynasty (960 - 1279), and it is still being produced today. Many of the pieces I'm posting here are modern pieces.
But Dehua white porcelain can be colored too (I imagine the color must be painted on later, because the white comes from the clay itself), and when it is colored, it looks like it came right out of a painting
This piece is especially amazing to me. Look at the texture, look at those details. Zoom in and you will find that there are actually a bunch of porcelain ants on this porcelain tree stump. Porcelain ants. I never expected to use porcelain as an adjective when describing ants. Wtf. It's like a manifestation of a scene from an older animated movie.
Peanuts are called 花生 in Chinese, which literally means "flower grow", and because it also has a long shelf life, it symbolizes longevity and a happy marriage. Also a fun fact: because Watson of Sherlock Holmes is usually phoenetically translated as 华生 (huá shēng) in Chinese and sounds similar to 花生 (huā shēng), you will find that many in the Chinese SH fandom refers to Watson as "peanut".
This piece is titled 春色满园, or "garden filled with spring scenery". This is also a common 4-character word used to describe gardens in spring. I'm guessing the figure depicted here is one of the flower gods. It is one of my personal favorites because of its superb depiction of movement, it's as if the flower god will really fly away on clouds at any moment
More depictions of traditional Chinese deities, specifically Chang'e/嫦娥, the moon goddess. That moon rabbit is too cute.
Depictions of what I'm assuming is the Four Heavenly Kings/四大天王, based on the items they are holding. The Four Heavenly Kings are Buddhist deities.
Look at her clothing! That porcelain is so thin it's almost see-through! Also is it depicting Li Qingzhao/李清照, the famous female poet from Song dynasty? She does have a famous ci poem that's about paddling a boat in a lake full of lotuses while drunk
The piece titled 锦绣前程, or "future as vibrant and prosperous as silk brocade". This is also a common 4-character word used in well wishing. The figure in this piece is holding a xiuqiu/绣球, a ball made of silk, which was usually seen as a token of love
Somewhat more modern-themed pieces:
Among the hundreds of amazing pieces, this one caught my attention for its unique texture. When everyone else was trying to turn the clay into these thin sheets representing fabric or paper or flower petals, this artist took the noodle approach. Not many visitors seemed to like it, but I think it's pretty cool
Piece titled 运势如虹, or "fortune like the rainbow", also a 4-character word used in well wishing. Traditionally horses symbolize vitality and success, hence why many people use the words 马到成功 ("horse's arrival brings success") and 龙马精神 ("vitality of dragons and horses") in well wishes during Year of the Horse
Stay tuned for Part 2 of the Dehua white porcelain exhibition!
#2024 china#beijing#china#national museum of china#dehua porcelain#blanc de chine#porcelain#chinese art#chinese culture#art#culture
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