#softie talks minx

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Minx Season 2 episode 8……..

I am so happy for Joyce, Tina, Shel, Richie, and Bambs…. But oh my god oh my god oh my god!

Like no warning??? Tina and Doug are just done? Just like that? I don’t get nothing else?

And with Constance?

I want to say it was a moment of weakness and vulnerability of losing Tina but having a “win.” That now that his money is up! Now that he’s in his bag and he’s got the biggest deal of his life, that he might as well with the woman that gave it to him.

And clearly he likes any type of strong woman…

But deep down.. I know it’s not true.

Bambi gets to help out Shelly’s husband while she goes off with her lover. They are separating so that’s fine. Good for both of them.

Are we supposedly building up to a Shelly x Bambi x Richard? (I forgot mr Dentist man’s name���)

If so dope, if not, still dope.

Love Richie telling Joyce to fuck off.

I knew we were getting a minx family moment at the end but fuck,,, I didn’t know Doug wouldn’t be there.

Joyce fianally following her gut and taking a stand. She should have been speaking up for herself, but I understand the “complexity” of the situation.

Tina being out as soon as Constance said “women like us” is such a mood. She’s never been more relatable to me. (She always is, but I just love it when it’s turned up to 1000x)

However, I knew there would come a time where Doug without a doubt would choose money over Tina and everyone else, and somehow it still hurts to see it happen.

So this stupid heartbreak is on me! I’m the fucking clown here, and it hurts worse because of it!!

No matter what happenes I have always been on Tina’s side.

Baby girl is still going to Paris to do the damn thing, so I am not that upset.

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I love this scene so much! The more I watch it, the more obsessed with it I become! This is the most direct conversation we’ve seen them be about their relationship.

From the way they interact, it can be assumed they “talk” a lot. I was under the impression that they have very good communication in their relationship. Even though they’ve known each other for years and even broken up, they kind of don’t skip a beat. I’m sure they adjust their dynamic and boundaries, but they probably talk through it. They might even regularly check in with each other. They’ve been in business together for almost 20 years. It makes sense that they would.

But to actually see it?

And then on top of that its a strong emotionally driven conversation where they crack open a bit and get vulnerable with one another?

I’m having a field day with this scene!

I just really love what Jake Johnson and Idara Victor brought out of these characters for this scene.

Doug could have been angry or severely frustrated not only with her and the job thing but also overall with his actual problem. He’s had a pretty long losing streak in probably the first time since he started doing this business.

And Tina might feel lke she can’t tell him the “bad” stuff in her mind. She feels like he’s being kicked down and push to the side, and I think Tina would hate to be another reason for him to be going through this little crisis that ultimately Constance is responsible for.

Because even if he has to do something absolutely insane or sleazy and even at time up right lie to her like he has in season 1, she still wants to see him win. She wants it to work out and she genuinely feels proud of him in those moments.

But to Doug that ultimately means nothing because he loves her. Through and through. There’s no room for jealousy or contempt because as long as she’s still by his side, not everything is lost. With her he knows he can get back up again and start over with another big idea or scheme.

The emotions in Jake Johnson’s voice and the way Idara gets teary eyed but doesn’t cry? How it overall feels like someone might expload at any given moment?

How Doug puts all his cards on the table, but we don’t actually know where Tina stands? If she’s on the same page or not other than her saying that she does want what he’s describing?

I pray we get a season three, but if we don’t, if… this will defiantly be a scene I am going to watch over and over again when I’m missing minx.

(But I’ll probably just rewatch every episode for the 500000th time)

[crybaby-bkg]

Motorcyclist Bakugou who looks so mean, so badass and deranged and cruel, who turns out to be a bigger softie than you thought.

Motorcyclist Bakugou that you meet at a bar one night. It’s pretty empty besides the occasional straggler, and you sit beside him at the bar with a sigh. He’s ready to complain about you choosing to sit right here when there’s an entirely empty row, but when he looks at you, all his irritation melts right off of him.

You two talk for a while, hit it off, as you exchange banter back and forth, and before you know it, you’re walking out with him. you're not too drunk to be stumbling, but enough to let him pin you against an old brick wall as you walk to his ride and let him kiss you. its sloppy and full of tongue and teeth, and you can't get enough of him, especially when he hikes a thick thigh between your own to let you grind against it. you find it in you to pull away finally, when someone walks by, but its hard when he bites his kiss swollen bottom lip and nips at your own.

you get him off of you though, with a promise of giving him more when you finally make it back to his place. you're surprised though, when he walks you to the only bike in the lot, all sleek and shiny and black and orange with explosions painted on the side.

you make a remark about how pretty the bike is, but he only has eyes for how pretty you look, all mesmerized and slack jawed. he hands you his helmet, letting you hop on after him, grabbing him around his middle tight as you cop a feel of his hardened stomach. he thinks his dick explodes though, when you whisper to him,

"I've always fantasied about being bent over a pretty bike." its all the initiative he needs to zoom off into the night, popping a wheelie occasionally to hear you squeal and giggle.

and when you arrive at his house, big and showy with a private garage, you both have the good idea of parking that bike right in the privacy you two need. he barely puts the kick stand down, barely lets you pull the helmet off before you're being grabbed and groped every which way. you let him, let his mouth roam your skin, and your hands pull off his shirt, until you're both in your underwear and panting against the others lips.

without being prompted to do so, you turn your back to bakugou, looking over your shoulder as you bend over his bike. you pull your underwear to the side, let him see the slick strings that snap from your lips to your inner thighs, grinning when he practically salivates like a damn dog. you hear his zipper before you see it, giggling when he groans about you being a little minx, before you feel his tip slide between the wetness of your lips.

and as he pushes into you, you rock a little on the seat of his bike, eyes fluttering close in bliss, as you think that you finally got to experience being railed like how you deserve over a pretty bike by an even prettier man.

[comatosebunny09]

gimme sum | leon k.

summary: he wants nothing more than to fall into the crisp embrace of his bedsheets. but he finds the sight of you rifling through the fridge like a guilty toddler much more appealing.

genres: fluff, romance

cw: language, suggestive themes, female reader, reader is implied to be black, foodplay (?), leon is a softie, stream of consciousness

music inspo: angostura - keshi

Leon S. Kennedy, but tired as all hell after battling the undead and enduring an 18-hour flight back to the States.

He wants nothing more than to fall into the crisp embrace of his bedsheets with your body warm and supple, nestled against him. But he finds the sight of you rifling through the fridge like a guilty toddler more appealing. Besides, he hasn’t consumed anything filling in the last 24 hours. Survived off airplane nuts, Merlot, and enough pain meds to sedate a horse. So, of course, he opts to combine his two favorite things in the wee hours of the morning: you and food.

Two birds, one stone.

And, of course, you would be so adorable. Clad in your lacy bra and matching panties, hair down, whipped cream oozing into the valley of your breasts. The fluorescent glow of the open fridge silhouettes you. Makes you look angelic. And that pretty little cinnamon smile, coupled with a husky giggle whilst you inch closer, makes Leon’s chest swell with desire and fondness.

Your knees bump against his naked inner thighs, and your warm tits kiss the hard press of his chest for you to feed him a strawberry dipped in whipped cream. He can’t help a ghostly smile, perching his hands upon your hips to keep you steady. All-too-happy to take a bite, juice dribbling down his chin. And, of course, you chase it with your sweltering, slippery tongue, making his dick twitch instinctively beneath his briefs.

You devious little minx, you.

Leon’s exhausted, sure. But you’re beautiful. And it isn’t often he gets to have you like this. Alone, beneath the veil of night, unguarded, smelling of vanilla and ruby red apples, soft and lithe, and fuck—

You climb onto his lap with your bottom lip tucked between teeth, eyes alight with predatory mirth. Swoop in for the kill, stealing the taste of strawberries from his lips, pouring the hoarsest moan into his mouth. On instinct, a battle-worn hand finds the swell of your ass. The other curves around the base of your neck to hold you in place, gently combing through your delicate baby hair. And he ravages your mouth amid giggles and chuckles and moans, grateful he allowed you to talk him into a midnight snack.

Yeah, he’s bone-tired. But he can’t think of a better way to be welcomed home.

[poppy-metal]

Okay, let's into a silly cutsy little Christmas mood, and for that I offer you : Christmas decoration war AU

I don't know if you watch those very bad Christmas movies on the afternoon, but I watched one today, and it was about this really hardworking wedding planner, living in the city, the embodiment of "living for your work". She comes from a little town on the suburbs of the city and she used to come back every year to spend Christmas with her grandma. She managed to reduce the time of her visit more and more every year until she only spends three days there and then goes back to her work. Until this very specific year when her grandma gets very sick and she needs her here for the annual Christmas decoration contest.

So with the mood set up, I expose to you, Hardworking and petty!reader x christmas obsessed and overcompetitive!Jordan Li.

It's gonna be chaos.

Her Granny used to be the one organising the decoration contest and really the whole Christmas season in town, but since she's sick, the reader agrees to come for the whole month of December to organise it for her. That's when she meets... Jordan Li, the winner of the contest for years on end. They're a Christmas obsessed, competitive person, and they win, every year.

Of course, it's a small town, so everybody knows everybody, and so reader's arrival is talked about in the entire town. Jordan hears of it, and they meet as she is planning for the events such as the Christmas market, the Christmas ball... And they litteraly are so mean, telling her that it's absolutely not how her Granny used to do it and basically she should follow the traditions because it's better.

They get in a very petty argument, and reader being the city girl that she is, wants everything to be more modern, less traditional, and literally for it to loose all the coziness of it, the whole thing just another work without flavor for her. Jordan ends the argument with a remark super petty, maybe something about how she's a stuck up entitled brat or something.

Reader wants revenge, if you didn't get the memo in the name of the au.

Of course, she also has to take care of the house decoration war and organize everything so the judges and competition couldn't be rigged and all. But then she learns from a complete stranger who's jealous of them, that Jordan Li, the infuriating chick (their first meeting was indeed in female form because they wanted to be more incisive and we know now that male Jordan is a softie), wins every fucking year.

The revenge is found. Since her grandma definitely isn't participating this year, but her house is gigantic and she has a fuckton of decorations, reader decides to beat Jordan in the competition. Plus, it'll make her grandma happy to see her house all decorated, since, as you can see, everyone in this town is Christmas obsessed.

The contest is open to every house owner but not a lot actually participate, they're just here for the bloody competition. Every week, the judges eliminate a set number of houses until Christmas eve (the night of the ball), when the winner is finally announced.

So for weeks on end, Jordan and reader fight, bicker, and meet absolutely fucking everywhere, and during those four weeks, their relationship goes from enemies to frenemies, to lovers.

During that time, reader learns a lot about Jordan, because once again, it's a small town, everyone knows everything. They own the coffee shop and the hotel in town, which they inherited from their parents who died not so long ago (touchy subject), and they're a bigender supe, their power allowing them to actually shift into both genders (yes all of them are still supes, but reader potentially isn't). Reader learns more and more about Jordan and honestly, the little minx wooed her, and it's kinda the same for Jordan, with a lot more sexual frustration.

This frustration may or may not have led to a drunk one night stand with Jordan, which resulted in awkwardness and miscommunication, and reader wanting to beat them even more.

They end up kissing on Christmas eve and everything is nice and cool. Reader ends up adoring the Christmas obsessed Town and leaves her job in the city to work the job her grandma can't do anymore because she's in fact now retired.

I might actually write this AU...

Tell me what you think of it and as always, love you and take care ❤️

- 🥖

im gonna need you to go ahead and write the au fren

[soft-persephone]

I wonder who’s house? I’m thinking Tina’s because a fur coat of that caliber wouldn’t be regularity exposed to the elements!

I also have a head cannon that, Doug prefers to sleep in formal pajamas/night wear. I’m talking matching sets, the robe, and matching slippers! He dreams of being rich enough for monogrammed pockets!

Doug & Tina | Minx 2x06

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This is such a good review!

I like the pacing and what they are doing with the Shelly and Bambi thing (maybe with Lenny too) and not tying her down strictly to Bambi and having them jump straight into something.

Bambi needed to have that moment with her to confront her about everything and Shelly needed to sort out her shit first and I applaud the writers for handling it that way.

And Joyce wasn’t a lot, like she was in season 1, but boy was she on a journey. I hope she finally has got what she needed through this experience, and if not, I hope she’s starting that second one.

In a way, arguably at least, Doug truly hasn’t been “wrong” until this season. I know he did the Billy Bruntson thing and he overstepped Joyce, but that is child’s play compared to this season.

Also, I think we as an audience find Tins more likable than Joyce. (Please, correct me if I’m wrong. I don’t like speaking for a fandom as a whole)

So we are kinda still rooting for him until he finally does what he does. And it’s infuriating because up until now, Doug’s had a pass.

And now he’s doing things we can’t brush away or act like isn’t a big deal.

If we don’t get that third season, this one can hold its own just enough.

But I desperately need the next one!

minx season 2 finale... was impeccable!!! I am so sad that it's wrapped (and i will be so fearful waiting for renewal decision!!!) but it was sooo good so here's my plea once again for people to go watch minx (2 seasons out on Starz which I know few ppl have but it's very affordable price wise rn)

thoughts (spoilers) below cut

damn. i was so on edge (and kind of still am) with how that wrapped but this team, once again, proves they KNOW how to write television because that's just the right balance of tying things up but leaving things open for a season finale - but dang I really really will need that next season!

I remain intrigued / confused but happy with the shelly/bambi/lenny progress - i like that they're not rushing it but i will admit i have that spark of fear of 'what if it doesnt get renewed and we dont get to see how it ends up' but I also like how they're pacing it for the long game. shelly seems to be real happy embracing being a lesbian & with doreen so I am happy for her but i would be lying if i said i'm not rubbin my hands together for s3 for her to come back from her amazing gay europe trip and try to make up with bambi... and this whole implication of bambi maybe becoming a live in nanny with lenny... I am not sure if that's just a setup to get shelly/bambi back together OR if its meant to cause some drama with bambi and lenny maybe having a flirtation down the line OR if it really is a long game ot3 set up and I love all the possibilties!!!

also the handling of the constance plot was just ... impeccable. they did a really good job of balancing nuance & needed obviousness (imo) in hammering home that demonstration of how white feminism or any other predatory "allyship" is so harmful. that "women like us" bit ... to joyce... with tina standing right next to her... i also love how this show never dumbs down tina (or riche, or anyone else) for the sake of upping interpersonal drama, like of course tina would hear that and realize "oh constance is a fucking snake and suddenly i wont be a 'woman like us' whenever it stops being convenient for her".

and i think joyce, again, is such a smartly designed protagonist for this show because she's kind of the worst sometimes but she's a good surrogate for the audiences who need those lessons hammered home (i say this myself as a white woman and yeah we fucking need those anvils dropped). they let you hold her hand seeing why she gets tempted and partly goes down that bad road but then also emphasizes how DUH this is where it ends and she's foolish/selfish to have thought that throwing richie (and gay men as a whole) under the bus might possibly result in a net good for other groups; she had to know that full solidarity is the only way, that you cant start picking and choosing who 'deserves' to be part of your movement to get approval from the people in power because next thing they'll come for your loved ones or you.

anyways, yeah, I think they had the perfect balance of making that message very clear as it needs to be for the intended audience BUT not letting it stop them from still having a good story with characters that act like humans which is sooo much easier said than done. I love this show!

also watching doug do... what he's doin is so frustrating but also feels accurate/predictable, ugh but I want him to fucking come around, need another season...!

and also I remain very worried because bambi still seems a little too into that suicide cult please i hope lenny talks her out of it lol

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Same Page Pt. 1

If you followed my mini review/first reaction to each episode of minx season 2, in the last one I mentioned making a post about Tina and Doug and them being “on the same page.”

Here it is!!

This post would not be possible without: @aflawedfashion @philippageorgiou @livelovecaliforniadreams @anderwater and their amazing gifs! They keep my obsession alive! I get to stare at them when I don’t have time to watch the show again!

Tina and Doug are always matching!

I do not know if it was intentional on the creators or wardrobe people’s intention, or if I’m delusional and reading into things.

But in the first moment they have alone in Season 1 Episode 1, they are both wearing blue! And Tina’s dress is matching the accents on his shirt too!

In my opinion, I think blue is their color as a couple. When they are they happy with one another or if they are in a scene where they are representing the relationship/most comfortable with one another or having a “moment” their usually wearing blue.

Going to the retirement party and seeing her family.. BIG COUPLE MOMENT!

The deepthroat premier?? Big moment!

Even if it didn’t end well! It started off pretty good!

Also, like in episode 1, they sometimes match by one person in the solid color and another in a pattern primarily with that color. (Tumblr wouldn’t let me post the gif here so I added a link on the word match)

- this one isnt blue, but they look nice in red and beige too!

Again, this is either intentional or I’m crazy and need to stop watching this show over and over again. (Another link on again)

Another thing they tend to do, is match in tone or pattern. Like they’ll both be in a crazy pattern or they’d both be wearing different patterns but with the same pallets or tone of color.( another link on color).

Call it a stretch but I think these are pretty matchy.

Sometimes it may even be the hair! Like this one below.

So this season, even if they were fighting, even when and after he lied to her, hid things from her, they were still on the same page and I think the wardrobe helps push this idea forward.

Because, before season 2, I was under this impression, that no matter what, they were both working towards the same goal.

And after Tina’s speech about being quiet when she wanted to speak and not being able to scream fire when she sees one, I believed she’d stick by him no matter what.

So imagine my surprise watching season two.

Apparently there, is a 10 image limit on tumblr, and I had almost 20 I wanted to add to this so I have to make a part two…...🙃

Part two here.

[munsster]

love languages with billy hargrove

A/N: i said f*ck canon. anyways here’s a fluffy headcanon

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x GN!Reader

him not really understanding/knowing anything at all about love languages when you first get together

but it turns out, with you, he's a sucker for every single one of them

quality time is a given, but he doesn't even realize how warm he gets when you randomly call him or drop by his home or visit him while he's on duty

in his mind, he's like wtf why are u obsessed with me baby, but really, he's definitely the one who's obsessed

him getting back at you for all your surprise visits by crawling through your window????

like the sentiment is there, and he's so proud of himself for thinking of it, but you both know he did it to make out with you on your bed, right?

despite how hard he tries to hide his love for spontaneous nighttime drives and mini backyard picnics, you can tell by the way he holds back a smile that he wouldn't trade it for the world

also??? maybe you're not really a party person until he convinces you to come along, and the fact that you enjoyed being by his side the whole night is so fascinating to him

and there's no way he's going to another without you

apparently, it's the little things that get his softie gears turning

like he never really talks much, but he's obsessed with listening to you, even when he's stone faced; if you love it enough to talk his ear off about it, he's gonna love it, too

i won't even get started on the praise kink unlocked achievement.

okay maybe i will...

(just saying, once you figure it out, you'd definitely drop a casual "good boy" or a "you did so well, baby" literally whenever and he's like instantaneous heart eyes, hubba hubba, foaming at the mouth, convulsing, probably)

even getting him to talk about himself once in a while, and he feels so light afterward. like goddamn, somebody he loves wants to listen to him???? no fucking chance

except yes fucking chance, and he looks so handsome when he gets all puppy dog excited about his actual interests

he catches you staring at his mouth while he's talking and he clams up, getting all blushy and looking away

("no, no, it's cute! i'm listening" "shut up" "i like hearing you speak" "minx")

he's Melting.

okay, basically, the only experience—prior to you—he has with gifts (giving and receiving) is his mom, but he was little, and he's not a huge fan of toys anymore

and then you buy him a fancy new pair of sunglasses out of the blue, and his heart is fucking bursting

and of COURSE he brushes it off. maybe a thanks and a kiss on the cheek. or maybe a full on make out sesh in the front seat of his car with the sunglasses on top of his head keeping his hair out of his face?

just as a simple show of gratitude, of course

and then a couple weeks later he buys you your favorite cassette (definitely NOT because it also happens to have one of his favorite songs on it. psssh no way.)

you smile and squeal and wrap your arms around him and he totally shrugs it off, but he'd buy you the world if you'd have that reaction everytime.

okay, he found it a little weird when you offered to help tidy up his room, but on second thought, you look so cute setting his things on shelves—on display—because you're so amazed by how very billy they all are

or when you give max rides home and spend time with her while he's working. and turns out you guys are two-peas-in-a-pod close

just wait till billy finds out and you become THREE-peas-in-a-pod. hawkins #1 most chaotic evil trio, with you playing mediator (a given)

because as much as he thinks max is a little shit sometimes, she's also his baby sister, and somewhere deep inside his aching heart, he has a soft spot that's not getting any smaller thanks to you

now... that physical touch category is a touchy subject…. haha (sorry)

definitely the hardest to tame and the one that takes the longest to get used to, but also the one he likes the very most

seriously, every soft and precious thing he ever had was stripped from him by his deadbeat father

until you came along

and knowing that, you ease into touch with billy very, very slowly

like the most contact you have in the first couple months is either your pinkies brushing when you walk places together or handing him something and his is palm all rough and warm against your knuckles

but even that makes you both pull away all flustered

and when you do finally slip your hand into his, he's spiraling and praying you keep it there forever

like once you're holding hands, he is not letting go until you duck into his car, but even then, once he's seated, he is driving home one handed because he will not be caught dead without your fingers tucked snug between his

and that's where things truly take a turn for the better

he gets bolder. closer. and needless to say, you breathe a lot harder when he sits down with his thigh against yours and his hand on your knee

or his arm around your shoulders so he can lean down and whisper in your ear whenever??? goosebumps

also like when your mind goes off in the distance, it becomes a new thing that you're tethered to him (playing with his hands, drawing your fingertips over his skin, leaving small kisses over his face)

he thinks he's crazy for deserving something like this, and if he could lay right here for the rest of his life, he would

sometimes you even go as far as mindlessly braiding/brushing/running your fingers through his hair and he's just sitting there purring like a little kitten. how did you do that????

sometimes he might get overwhelmed by it, but he’ll let you know and you’re quick to give him physical space, and his heart is so full; you’re so understanding he could cry

billy never blames his touch aversion on anyone except his dad

and he especially never blames you

you're a goddamn angel, and looking back, he even laughs a little that you both were so tentative around each other at the beginning

masterlist

[charspnp]

Soft kawaii gamer girlfriend with schlatt and she's like a popular twitch streamer ot YouTuber? Thanks! -🌸

a/n: this is kinda all over the place djshjd sorry

no one expected it. at all. but, they do say opposites attract, right?

when schlatt made his first video featuring you, both of your guy's fanbases were confused as all hell. how do you guys know each other? are you guys friends? why is this weird dynamic working?

you were good friends with niki, and after she met minx, so did you, and the three of you became a trio. minx eventually met schlatt and he was introduced to both you and niki. it was weird when you first met. you had seen clips of him, of course you have - he's crude, loud, and obnoxious, saying whatever he wants to whenever he wants to. that's what turned you off at first, causing you to be distant from him when you first met. when you saw how he truly is, though, your perspective on him completely changed. under the rough and loud exterior is a big ol softie who just cares for his friends, and you found that adorable.

soon enough, you and schlatt had gotten close, him also being weirdly attracted to your soft and quiet personality. the two of you never really interacted publicly, though. you really only followed each other on twitter and liked each other's tweets but never spoke. so when you appeared in one of his jackbox videos, your guy's fans had the right to be confused.

after the jackbox video, the two of you never changed how you acted online and you avoided questions about him on stream just to mess with your chat. one day, when schlatt suddenly joined your stream, you just acted casually, as if it happened all the time. he wasn't really crude to you like he is to minx. he was nicer. softer.

after a long time of pining after each other and being constantly teased by your friends about it, you finally confessed and started dating. this was, of course, after the jackbox video, so after you suddenly appeared in his video, and he suddenly stopped facetiming minx during her streams and hitting on her, the fans started to suspect that something was up.

the way you two interacted with each other in your streams and his videos, also appearing in his wii videos, your fans had came to the conclusion that you guys are most definitely, maybe, hopefully, possibly dating. you and schlatt found it amusing, the way people clung onto each clip of you two talking and - are you guys flirting? or is it like with minx? god, they just can't figure this relationship out.

each twitter thread filled with theories, questions, and evidence were comedy gold to you and schlatt. you guys sometimes even like these threads just to fuck with people some more.

eventually, after a slip up on your stream that exposed the two of you, your fans were so releaved to finally have a definite answer. you and schlatt are dating and the people love it.

[soft-persephone]

7 comfort films and 7 people

This is hard because I watch more shows than movies, as well as rewatch more shows than movies too😭

1. 500 days of summer

2. The Pretty One

3. A Most Violent Year

4.Drinking Buddies

5. Iron Man

6. Fat Albert

7. Batman v Superman

Yes, it got Superman wrong, yes it gave us Gal gadot, yes it’s caused dc so many problems, but yes, I love it and it bring me comfort despite those things.

@venusintheblindspots-blog @notapradagurl7

@cottonpuffmouse @cityjacket @cinebration @theeblackmedusa @xasement

List 7 comfort films and tag 7 people:

Tagged by @ageless-aislynn thank you!!

Pride and Prejudice 2005

X-Men

X-Men 2

X-Men: First Class

Breakfast with Scot

Stardust

The Avengers

No pressure tagging: @queenofthehobos @gaminggirlsstuff @fishandchips321 @autisticharrywells

[solarwonux]

41.  “Dance with me.”

59.  “I’m still sore from last night.”

ceo!yoongi x reader

w.c: 1.6k

warnings: a little suggestive if you like squint, sweet teeth numbing fluff

note: please please let me know your thoughts, it helps me out a lot. Also send in a drabble request hehehe.

masterlist || drabble game

Yoongi loved mornings. 

Yoongi loved mornings more, now that the two of you had finally moved in together after years of dancing around the subject. He loved waking up next to you, with your face buried into the side of his body and your tiny snores escaping your dry chapped lips, echoing against the eggshell walls of the room. He loved the way the thin rays of the morning sun peek through the slits of the blackout curtains. The light dancing against your body, illuminating all his favorite features. Which was all of you. He loved the way you would stir, and he would race against time to shut his eyes before you could catch him starring at you. 

You always did. 

You will never let him know that you knew he always woke up first to love you silently without you or anyone in the world there to interrupt him. It was his most valuable and cherished secret, the only one he kept from you. So, you vowed to take the fact that you knew about it to the grave. 

Today though, you had beat him at his own game. You had woken up first, silently watching as his breath was calm and concentrated. The minuscule stress lines that had appeared throughout his face over the years of overwork, nowhere to be seen. He looked peaceful, younger; like he didn’t carry the entire weight of the world on his shoulders. 

Despite cherishing his sleep more than anything in the world, you understood now, why he always woke up first. He looked so beautiful, so raw, so intimate, so vulnerable, like a work of art. And you could hope that he felt the same way.

You found yourself never wanting to take your eyes away from his sleeping form, afraid you would miscount the intervals between his inhales and his exhales. Afraid you would miss the way his lips parted in inaudible snores or the way he would pout whenever he moved. Yet, the clock on his bedside table thought otherwise. 

8:30am

Last night, you had made a promise to yourself before falling asleep, that you would wake up early to make him breakfast. It was his day off, the office didn’t need their big bad CEO that never once seemed to crack a smile, even if he was impressed or excited. You never understood why he kept such a fake front for his employees when they knew that he was the biggest softy on the planet, especially when it came to his loved ones. He would turn heaven and hell over  if it meant he could protect everyone he loved. He would even sacrifice himself to ensure that nothing ever happened to his friends, family, and you. But you supposed that his fleeting image was all part of his job, so you let him be. 

You took one last look at your sleeping boyfriend, biting your lower lip, contemplating on whether you should just stay in bed until he woke up. Or get up to prepare him a whole breakfast feast just like he deserved. You almost picked the first option until your stomach grumbled lowly, indicating that the second option was the better option, unfortunately. So, you got up silently, and carefully, afraid that any wrong move would wake him up and ruin your surprise.

The air in your lungs got caught in the back of your throat as you saw him stir slightly. Sleepy incoherent mumbles fell out of his lips. You froze in fear, your robe midway on, watching as he tugged the sheets up to his chin and sunk further into the bed. When you realized he wasn’t getting up anytime soon you finished putting on your robe and quickly made your way into the kitchen. 

“You know it’s my day off right?” Yoongi mumbled as he walked into the kitchen, sweatpants low on his hips, his messy hair sticking up in all different directions. A slight blush appeared on your cheeks when you remembered how your fingers had been tangled up in it, as you screamed out his name like a mantra, while he made love to you until the late morning hours. 

“And you don’t have to be at work for another three hours.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and gave your temple a sweet kiss, “good morning honey, how’d you sleep?” He rested his head against your shoulder, clinging onto you like he was afraid you would vanish.

“I slept like a baby.” You smiled cutting the last stem of the strawberry you had diligently been working on before he walked in. “Morning to you too sleepy head.” You turned your face, leaving a delicate kiss against his bed head. Yoongi smiled, he loved waking up next to you, admiring you silently as you slept. But he also loved being wrapped up in your warmth as you went around doing your daily morning routine. You always complained about how he never let you get things done. That the extra weight clinging onto you like a koala was only slowing you down. He knew you secretly loved it and would not be able to go about your day peacefully if he just stopped. 

In fact, he had tested it out once after the two of you had gotten into a petty fight. You had called him that day at lunch time in tears, claiming that everything had gone wrong because he had ignored you all morning. Truth be told he had felt the same way. That was the day he truly realized that he could never live without you.

“I was hoping you would wake up after I finished making breakfast.” You pouted putting your knife down and gathering all the strawberries you had tentatively cut up putting them into a bowl. 

“And I was hoping we could spend the entire morning in bed, but we can’t always get what we want in life can we?” He mumbled against your clothed shoulder. His fingers cheekily playing with the knot of your robe.

You turned in his arms, “all morning? Doing what?” Your arms made their way around his neck pulling him closer. 

Yoongi smirked, his fingers itching to untie your robe praying you weren’t wearing anything underneath. “I have a few ideas, some good, some bad. But I mostly just wanted to keep sleeping with you in my arms.” He shrugged, running his tongue along his bottom lip, wetting it before closing the distance and planting a soft, intimate kiss against your lips. 

It was savory, enough to keep you on your toes, wanting for more when he pulled away. “Good because I’m still sore from last night.” You said pointedly. Yoongi threw his head back laughing, his chest swelling up with pride as he remembered how you didn’t want to stop after three rounds. Even begging him, getting down on your knees for him in the shower. The two of you still hadn’t christened your newly shared apartment but he was positive that last night would’ve been the night if you hadn’t fallen asleep. 

“That’s on you my little minx, you didn’t want to stop, I just fulfilled your desires.” He winked, kissing your cheek and moved aside, an arm still around your waist as he reached over for the Bluetooth speaker he kept in the kitchen. 

“Hey!” You scoffed, hitting his chest lightly, “this isn’t completely on me, you came home and didn’t even let me greet you properly before you were carrying me off to our room.” 

“Honestly babe, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He smirked as he scrolled through his phone. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he looked through his music selection. 

“We’re going to have to work on that memory of yours. It's starting to worry me.” You said in fake concern and circled your arms around his waist pulling him close, “I can help.” You whispered before planting a small kiss on the blooming flowers you had left on his chest last night. You could never get enough of him. 

“Mhm, I’ll take you up on your offer later.” He set his phone down on the kitchen counter, the soft melody of an unfamiliar song sounding through his Bluetooth speaker. “Right now, dance with me?” He tilted his head to the side. He didn’t give you enough time to answer when he was already leading you to the middle of the kitchen, his arms finding their perspective place around your waist as he started swaying the two of you in place. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, giving his nose a tiny peck, earning a boyish smile from Yoongi. “What is this?” 

“A song Namjoon and I are working on...for our wedding.” The afterthought falling out his lips before he had time to stop it. It wasn’t until he felt your body go rigid in his arms that he realized what he had said. “Um, forget I said that.” 

“We just moved in together and you’re already planning our wedding playlist, I didn’t think you would be the type. What’s next you’re going to show me the Pinterest board you created?” You joked ignoring the way your heart was racing, hoping he couldn’t feel it through the thinness of your silk robe. 

He groaned, annoyed. So what? Maybe he did have a Pinterest board with ideas for your wedding. He had been adding pictures to it since he met you five years ago at Junkook’s grand opening for his art gallery. The second he spotted you laughing along with his best friend, hard enough for champagne to come out of your nose. The ice around his heart melted and he knew he would be spending the rest of his life with you. He’s been writing songs about it ever since.

“Maybe another time, we have enough time for that, right now we have two hours before you have to go to work and I plan on milking every second of it.”

[xxcallmemaryxx]

sorry for the burden of messages but something else came to my mind: ghouls's and ghoulettes's favorite songs!! (totally not me projecting my favorite songs on them)

Swiss: rapture-blondie or redbone-childish gambino (he has a very vast and great taste for music)

Dewdrop: chainsaw gutsfuck-mayhem, one brief session-55gore. the little gremlin loves some weird death metal shit

Aether: your latest trick-dire straits. is such a calming song for him and he loves the romantic vibe the song has. and also that old feeling-chet baker. he's a romantic.

Rain: waterloo-ABBA. he loooves the groovy and funky vibes of that song!! also, have you heard the bassline for that song??? so incredible!!

Mountain: your voice. yes Mary I'm talking directly to you. jokes aside, his fav would probably be rock and roll-led zeppelin

Sunshine: Sunny-Boney M.

Cirrus: spellbound-siouxsie and the banshees or Abigail-king diamond. she also has a vast music taste

Cumulus: love grows (where my rosemary goes)-edison lighthouse

-🧮

FIRST OF ALL you cheeky minx, you got a smile out of me… a very large smile

I agree on Dew loving the death metal. The loudest, most insane shit he can find. I’m actually going to see a band called Thy Art Is Murder in a few months… I have a feeling he would enjoy them.

Swiss and Aeth like the groovy shiz, but can absolutely get it to anything really. But I think Swiss would quite enjoy ‘Night Boat To Cairo’ by Madness. Something a little odd… something a little funky. Aether would probably enjoy ‘Cool Cat’ by Queen.

Rain loves ‘Head over Heels’ by Tears for Fears AND YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.

Mountain likes the vibes of ‘Jackie’ by Yves Tumour. Vibey and easy to zone out too with a little spice.

Stratus is a softie who just wants to chill, I think ‘How Soon Is Now’ by the Smiths would be her go to.

Cirrus and Cumulus like a little bit of chaos every now and then… but their taste is vast. So I’m thinking ‘Call Of The Succubus’ by Battlesnake that then could turn to ‘Lazarus’ By David Bowie.

[horansqueen]

Stuck With You - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Somebody

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I never felt like this with somebody I never thought I'd feel like I do I never felt this close with somebody Somebody, somebody but you I never had this rush in my body I never thought I'd feel something new I never felt this close with somebody Somebody, somebody but you

Something 'bout you and the way we fit Like the stars in the night, heat of you on my skin Hadn't known you for long but it felt like years From the second we met I knew things would change

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                                         A few days later, Devon and I had packed in silence. It was snowing and I kept glancing outside the window, seeing her from the corner of my eyes every single time. I knew I had been rough with her and I also knew that fucking her roughly against the wall of public toilets was a bad idea. At that time and with so much alcohol swallowed, It had seemed legitimate but now, I felt like an asshole and I had no idea how to handle it or what to think of it.

It was a good fuck, I wouldn't say different, but definitely not our best. I remembered the first time we had sex and the pictures she took, realizing she had never showed them to me, even if she had promised she would. Perhaps we had been so busy with our ex lovers and fighting with each other that we forgot about how amazing the few days alone at my apartment had been.

We remained silent a lot now and I hated it. I missed the sound of her laughter, her rambles and complaints, her comments while we watched a movie. The only thing I was still aloud to hear were the snores while she slept and I found myself sitting in my bed to listen to them a bit too much, and a bit too late at night.

I wanted to ask her to sit in the front seat with me in the car but I was scared she'd refuse and I was not even sure why it actually scared me anyway.

"Are you gonna ride with Lewis?"

"Mm, I'd rather ride with you." she admitted, glancing back at me before grabbing a hoodie and throwing it randomly in her bag. "Daxia and him are just getting on my nerves with their cute little nicknames and their non-stop affection. Did you know she sometimes pretends to purr? What the fuck?"

I let out a laugh and zipped my bag before turning around and letting myself fall on my bed to sit. "I know, I noticed. I think it's cute."

"Oh you would." Devon chuckled, shaking her head.

"What does that mean?"

She turned around to sit on her bed too, sending me a huge amused smile. It felt so good to laugh with her and feel like she actually cared about me that it made me want to lock the door and not go on that trip, keeping her here with me.

"The first impression you give is like, a fratboy." she admitted with a smirk. "Confident, a bit stuck-up, someone who brags all the time. Basically, you seemed to embody everything I hate in boys, especially those in college. But when we get to know you... you're a romantic, a softie. You've got the biggest heart I've ever seen in someone, and that makes you extremely endearing. That's why everyone loves you, that's the real reason you're so popular."

"Is it?" I just whispered, a bit shocked by all the compliments she had just thrown at me.

"Yes." she confirmed with a nod, sending me a fond smile that turned into a smirk. "Your face helps, too, I have to admit."

"Oh you think I'm handsome?"

She smiled more and tilted her head, nibbling on her bottom lip. "You know I do. Everyone does."

I wanted her to get up, walk to me and straddle me. I kept imagining her sitting on my lap, facing me, before her lips would meet mine. I couldn't stop thinking about my hands traveling on her body and her moaning in my mouth. I wanted her to whisper to me that she loved me while I made her cum. It sounded like the perfect scenario but I knew it wouldn't happen. I had made it clear I wanted more than just sex, and she made it even clearer that she didn't want a relationship. It was a mess, we were fucked, and I hated this situation more than I could explain. I didn't know how to handle it or change it. We had reached a deadlock and I couldn't find a solution.

Louis kept repeating me that she loved me but the more time passed, the less I was convinced. Was it even possible to resist that feeling for so long, especially when the other person is always so close? It didn't seem likely and my fate in the reciprocity of my feelings was faltering.

"My first impression of you was that you were a shy and boring girl." I admitted with a chuckle. "That's why I wasn't sure why I felt so connected to you. I don't think being around people who thinks art is useless is something I could easily do. But you turned out to be so fascinating, talented, funny and genuine. You're also a little cheeky minx, and I love how you don't let anyone walk over you, especially not me. And god knows I tried."

Her lips curled gently and she looked a bit embarrassed but I was not sure why. She licked her lips before pressing them together and finally, she chuckled.

"That's something I had promised myself when I left my old school, that I wouldn't let anyone walk all over me anymore. That I wouldn't be this... this vulnerable, naïve girl with so little self-esteem." she explained with a shrug. "It's nice to know I partially succeeded, even if it's hard to save my own heart, sometimes."

"Sometimes we just don't know how to really save it." I explained in a low tone, looking in her eyes. "Sometimes we just do it the wrong way, you know?"

"I don't know, I'm just trying the opposite of what I did last time." she confessed. I could read in her eyes how sad she was and it broke my heart.

"How does it feel so far?"

This time, she looked up and stared at me for a few seconds. "Not good."

I was trying to find the right words to tell her that she should give us a chance without being too aggressive but I couldn't find anything and after a while, my phone beeped. I sighed and grabbed it before reading Louis' text message.

"Okay, Louis is here. I didn't even know he was gone." I admitted with a frown.

"He's been so weird these days, and absent too. He's always super busy and doesn't answer my text messages."

"I think he's got a girlfriend."

Devon sent me a sad smile and shrugged a shoulder. I didn't know why she seemed so sad about it but I didn't try to find out. It was already hard to accept that she didn't love me the way I loved her, I really didn't need to start being jealous again, at least not of Louis.

"Yea that's one of my hypotheses, too"

We both grabbed our bags and got out of the building quickly, walking until we both spotted Louis' car. I held my breath but my lips finally curled when I noticed a cute brunette sitting on the passenger's seat and glanced at Devon to see her reaction. She didn't seem to think anything of it but I noticed she moved slightly closer to me.

"Look, I got to warn you two, Daxia invited Mandy and Noah, and one of them invited Abby." Louis let out as soon as we got close enough.

I glanced once again at Devon and at the same time, she had glanced at me. We shouldn't even care about Abby at all but here we were, and I was not sure why she was so much of a threat to Devon. Of course, I would be suspicious of Henry only because he's her ex boyfriend, so I could understand the aversion she felt for my ex girlfriend but at the same time, if Devon didn't love me, why was it such a big deal?

"Hey, Dev." Louis let out gently, grabbing her attention. "We won't let that ruin our trip, alright?"

She nodded and pressed her lips together before taking a quick look at the girl sitting next to Louis and then look back at him. "I'm gonna ride with Niall, okay?" she let out gently. "Give you two some intimacy."

She just sent him a fake smile and turned around. I was about to follow her when Louis yelled her name and she turned her head and raised her eyebrows up. "I just... I'm offering you the first drink, okay?"

It took her a while but she finally just nodded and we walked to my car before hopping in it. She threw her bags on the backseat and when I started the car, she immediately reached for the heating button.

"What's wrong? What happened between you and Louis?" I asked as I drove, following Louis' car the best I could.

"He's distant, and annoyed with me." she just shrugged. "People tend to get tired of me at some point but I honestly thought Louis was different."

"Devie, Louis isn't getting tired of you." I just explained, shaking my head. "He's got a new girlfriend, that's it. He's never gave up on me and he honestly could have many times. That's not how he is, trust me."

She remained silent but sighed and turned to look by the window. I would have given a lot to find out what was happening in her head but I didn't dare asking. We weren't back to being close, and we hadn't talked about those rough exchanges of words, whether it was the one we had late at night in the dark street or the one in the public toilets of a bar, and I was not sure we ever would. We could pretend everything was alright all we wanted, it was a lie. She was sad and I was in pain, and pretending we were fine was not going to change anything.

"Apparently, Daxia and Lewis are going to ride with Mandy, Noah and Abby." she finally said, taking me out of my thoughts. She typed something on her phone and my heart jumped in my chest when It made me realize that we were going to be alone again for a few hours. "That's a pretty loaded car." she added with a shrug.

"Not our problem."

"Nope, not at all." she agreed, leaning on the bench and bringing her feet up, placing them against the door of the glove box.

I noticed she had taken her boots off and even if it should bother me, it really didn't. I was in it very deep and I was literally drowning.

"That means we could have gone with Louis, save fuel and a car." she added, turning her head my way and making me chuckle.

"There's no way I'm riding with him. Not in that car. Plus, look at how slow he is. We're following him and it's a pain in my ass."

This time, Devon laughed genuinely and it made me smile. "I don't even ski, you know." she pointed out a few seconds later. "I'm just going because I'm really alone for Christmas this year, but I don't think I'll ski or anything. I brought canvases and paint, I've brought a few books and movies.. I mean I'll join you guys downstairs for a drink at night or a hot chocolate but I've never really been sportive or anything... and even less when it came to sports practiced in winter."

"Alright, no ski time for you. You know, we only go to spend time altogether. Some of us just also likes to ski."

The conversation continued for a while but when it stopped, Devon put music on and I started singing despite myself and she joined me. At some point she just stopped and even turned the volume down a bit. It made me chuckle and I glanced at her only to feel my heart jump in my chest at the way she was looking at me.

"Did I annoy you?"

"No." she whispered, leaning her head in the bench, sending me a fond smile and shrugging. "I just get so many feelings when you sing."

My smile fell and I licked my lips. It brought so many questions in my mind but every time I wanted to ask one, I stopped myself, either scared of the answer or of the way it would make her react. Before I knew it, we parked and took our stuff out, following Louis and his girlfriend in the hotel. We were walking in the lobby when Louis moved closer to us without looking at us.

"Look you two don't be pissed but, I sort of put both of you in the same room." Devon frowned while I raised my eyebrows and Louis just groaned. "Don't blame me. First off, the rest of us are sort of in relationships. I think Abby's got a room by herself so if either of you want to switch room to be with her, be my guest. Anyway, it's not like you two weren't used to share a room, right?"

We stopped near the counter but neither me or Devon had mentioned anything. Louis turned to us this time and his eyes moved from me to her and he finally rolled them. "Look I'm sorry, I just honestly thought you two would be dating by now."

I cleared my throat, feeling suddenly a bit uncomfortable, and noticed Devon bringing her shoulders up and wrapping her arms around herself, showing she felt pretty much the same. We had planned to meet in a few hours at the restaurant but it's only when Devon and I entered our room that my jaw dropped.

"I can... sleep on the floor if you want." were the only words my brain could form and express and it made Devon chuckle.

"Don't be silly, the bed's big enough for both of us." she replied, putting her bags near a side and taking her coat off before placing it on a chair. "Besides, it won't be the first time we share a bed."

Flashbacks of us cuddling in the bed of my apartment appeared in my mind and I blinked a few times as if it would make the memories even clearer. We had spent many days sleeping in the same bed but somehow, at that very moment, it felt totally different. I wondered if Louis had asked only for one bed for us because he honestly thought we were going to be together by now, or just because he's an asshole. Either way, it didn't change anything and I walked in the room to put my bags down.

I got ready to join our friends but when I got out of the bathroom, I noticed Devon in sweatpants with a book in hands. It made me frown and I grabbed my phone and my wallet, glancing at her.

"You're not ready?"

"Mm, no, I think I'd rather stay here." she admitted with a shrug. "I'm not really hungry anyway. Besides, I'm not really in the mood to see your ex girlfriend."

"Legit." I admitted, raising my eyebrows and nodding. "Do you want me to bring you something back?"

She looked up from her book and leaned her head against the pillow behind her. It made me want to kiss her and tell her once again that I loved her. It made me want to stay in the room to spend the whole evening with her.

"No, thanks, that's very sweet of you." she let out gently. "It's late anyway, I'll probably be asleep when you'll come back."

When I came back, however, she was not in bed. I frowned, realizing the lights were still on, and found her laying on the floor in a fetus position. She had put papers on the carpet to be sure she wouldn't make too much of a mess and she probably had forgotten her easel because her canvas was on the floor. I smiled when I noticed she still had a brush in hand and even more when I realized she fell sleep using yellow paint.

I turned to look at her panting and finally noticed the shades of orange and red all over it before crouching down to have a better look. I couldn't explain how good it felt to see her use other colors than dark grey and navy blue, and it made me wonder what exactly it meant. I took the canvas slowly and gently, placing it on the desk in the corner of the room before walking back to her and getting on my knees.

"Devie, hey, come on, let's get in bed okay?" I helped her up and she groaned, leaning on me and still half asleep.

I brought her in bed, laying her down and she quickly curled up again as I brought the covers over her. I got undressed and got under the blankets too, turning my body her way to look at her, my head leaning on my pillow. She looked peaceful and I noticed dried paint on her hands and forehead, wondering how long she had been asleep. The whole time I was at the table with my friends, I regretted not staying in the room with her but somehow, I knew she probably wouldn't have painted if I had been there, and the result was totally worth it.

"Mm, Niall."

I held my breath when she whispered my name and something twisted in my stomach. For a second, I wondered if she was awake but she started snoring softly again and I exhaled when I realized she had literally murmured my name while sleeping. It was the cheesiest thing ever and at the same time, I had never heard anything that made me happier.

"Don't worry Devie, I'm here." I whispered back. "I'll always be."

[irreplaceable-ecstasyy]

ii. Possessive hand-holding (MARLENE)

The night stretched at the carnival and the ladies eventually found themselves having more fun as they immersed themselves in the atmosphere. The noises that had once irritated them settled into a subtle hum in the background and the blinding lights dimmed to a much lovelier glow, drowned out by their combined joy and enthusiasm. Much to anyone’s surprise, the corndogs became more bearable to Marya, and so did the other variety of unhealthy snacks that were sold at the stores with food coloring enough to paint an entire house. The clouds that littered the sky made it seem as though it had expanded the little box of a carnival that had previously blocked the sky with its menacing bright lights. It became breathable and more spacious!

The clowns that struck so much of fear in Marya now reduced her to a fit of giggles because of Hélène’s eagerness to prove to her that she could protect her. Her dear knight in shining armor whose methods of defense were words of comfort and throwing her fists in the air quite literally. Perhaps it was more of a way to distract Marya and she had to admit it was working very well. It may appear rather childish to the eyes of other but Marya adoredHélène for her thoughtfulness and courage to make her happy at the cost of her dignity. Not that she had little to spare. For Marya, she had dignity enough to supply ten lifespans.

After many headache-inducing rides, the ladies made their way to the game booths with a lot of optimism. Marya had a good aim and Hélène had passionate determination. There was no way this could go wrong with half a fraction of a probability that they might win something. They approached the most typical carnival game they found which was ‘Knock Down the Cans’ and it was a considerably easy start. Or to put it in better words, to Marya it was an easy start.

Marya went first to try her luck and on the first try, she managed to knock all six cans down. At least they knew the games were not rigged. Hélènetried her hand in the game but only managed to knock down the top three cans with the two remaining turns that Marya had left. They won a decently sized stuffed giraffe and Marya was quite amused by the choice. Hélène had the honor of carrying the giraffe with her as they continued to browse through the games.

Then they moved on to the next game which was a game of hoops and bottles. They were given seven hoops each and it was comical seeing how different the two of them played the same game. Marya was more focused on aiming the hoops onto the red bottle which was the jackpot for the biggest prize. Hélène, on the other hand, flung all the hoops with a single swing of her arm and depended on her luck to win; which she did. She landed a blue and a red, blue being the second biggest prize, and she grinned at Marya.

“Did you see that?” she exclaimed gleefully.

“It was hard to miss. No pun intended,” Marya laughed as she tossed her last hoop onto a yellow bottle which was the smallest prize.

Hélène slung an arm around Marya’s shoulders and chuckled pridefully (though, modestly). “I knew it would work!”

“You’re a lucky one, my dear. Of course, it would.”

After accepting their prizes, a large pastel rainbow plushie, a big llama and a small panda, they scurried over to another booth. They had to place all of the toys into Marya’s bag that was surprisingly enough to store their new family of toys and Hélène very kindly offered to carry the lot since Marya spent most of their time lugging that thing around unfashionably. Their next game involved a toy shotgun and balloons for targets in front of them of various sizes. The smallest would earn then the biggest price, and vice versa.

Hélène was so concentrated on getting the smaller balloons which stole Marya’s attention for a few good minutes. The way her tongue stuck out in concentration, how she kept one eye open to aim and her imperfect stance. It was hard to tear her eyes away from her. However, she had to. She could not keep the other bystanders waiting long for their turn with the game so she took her aim and fired her first shot. It hit one of the smaller balloons and she felt a burst of pride within her. She had five tries and now down to four since she had just used one. Aiming once more, she fired but it missed the smallest balloon by just an inch. The failure earned her a loud scoff from her left and she turned to see a woman who had been eyeing her with interest at his own station.

“You had a strong start. Let me show you how it’s done,” she hummed.

With his own shotgun, she fired a shot without so much of an aim and it hit the smallest balloon. It did little to impress Marya, and it only made her slightly infuriated. She was not about to have a carnival game explained to her just because she did not get that shot. But she decided to watch her for her own amusement. The woman, whose details she did not bother acknowledging, finished off the job. She popped all the small balloons within her range before settling the gun down on its stand. Marya’s face remained unchanged aside from the quirk of her brow as the woman turned to look at her with a charming smile.

“And that is how it’s done,” she chirped.

“Well, I never asked for a demonstration,” Marya responded plainly.

“You’re not angry, are you~?” she purred as she inched just a little closer.

Marya tutted softly. “It’s only a game, so why would I?”

“I do love a strict woman who knows how to speak up for herself,” the woman coddled as she extended a hand to accept his prize which he generously offered to Marya. “One for the lady?”

“I apologize but I cannot accept that.”

The woman pouted. “And why’s that? You don’t have to be so kind.”

“Made a new friend, ma belle?” Hélène interjected out of the blue and she stepped beside Marya. For a lady shorter than Marya and the stranger, she exerted quite a presence. She slid her hand into Marya’s and held it firmly, kind eyes fixated hard on the stranger.

Marya knew that look all too well. As composed as Hélène came to be, her play pretend could not go past Marya’s detection. The intensity in her brown hues and the smile that naturally came to her lips only meant that she was trying to put on an act to hide another burning feeling within. From what she could see, it was nothing too severe…yet. Hélène had patience tenfold of Marya’s but her protectiveness over Marya might reduce it tenfold as well.

“No, dear. She is simply a mentor. I missed a balloon and she taught me how to play properly,” Marya told her with a small smile, and her grip tightened on Hélène’s hand.

“Really? How thoughtful of you,” Hélène remarked, her smile growing sweeter.

“It was nothing really~ Couldn’t have a lady like her humiliate herself with such a simple game. Thought a prize would swoon her~” Gosh, the tone in that woman’s voice meant that she was not taking a hint and with how close she had scooted to Marya, the boundary stood thin.

Taking the situation into her own hands, Marya wrapped an arm around Hélène and pressed a kiss to her temple. Her hand still held hers which was highly visible to the woman’s vision. “We should get going. It’s getting quite late and we’ve got work tomorrow, haven’t we, love?”

“We do. It was a pleasure to meet you, miss. Have a great night,” Hélène wished quickly.

Marya maneuvered them away from the booth as swiftly as possible after a brief nod towards the woman, and she had not realized how tight she had been gripping onto Hélène’s hand until they reached their car. Marya unlocked it and released the hand to get into the driver’s seat silently. Neither of them spoke until they got into the car and drove away from the parking lot.

It was quite an eventful night and not quite the way they wanted it to end. Though, Hélène was rather astounded by the way Marya had complete grasp of the situation. She had been the one who wanted to diffuse it because of her budding jealousy but it was Marya who did it. The handhold, the kiss to her temple and the rapid excuse to leave. It was all Marya and Hélène could feel her love for the woman swell.

She spoke up bashfully. “Thank you for handling the issue.”

“It was hardly an issue to begin with.”

“It was going to be one.”

“True but the issue was only centered on that woman. I drew the line but she chose to step over it. I knew we had to leave then before it grew into one.”

“Smart move.”

Then there was a moment’s silence.

“Why’d you do it?” Hélène inquired all of a sudden.

Marya glanced at Hélène questioningly. “Did what?”

“Everything just now. You’re never open to PDA.” Even in the dark, Hélène could see Marya smiling fondly.

Sighing to herself, she held a hand out to Hélène for her to take and when she did, she brought her knuckles to her lips to press a lingering kiss. She did not lower her hand even as she spoke. “I wanted to show her that I already had someone to love. Someone I’m very proud of in all she does, even if she sticks her tongue out in concentration.”

“So you were showing me off?” Hélène joked with a light laugh.

“Sort of like that. Only because I’m proud that I have someone and I truly love you.”

“Marya Dmitrievna Akrhosimova! I never knew you were so corny,” Hélène gasped dramatically.

“Oh, shush… I’ll stop talking.”

“No, no! Go on, please!”

Marya shook her head but continued anyway. “After today, I really just… I’ve never appreciated you so much. From the clown incident at the start to standing up to that woman. You showed me how much you cared and I’m touched.”

“Aw… You big softie.” Hélène pecked Marya’s cheek gently and rested her head on her shoulder. “I love you, ma belle. So damn much. I hope you know that.”

“I do. And I love you too. So, so very much… Now, if you could just move back to your seat. Your head is very distracting.”

“But I’m comfortable.”

“Oh, you minx”-

“Alright, alrighty. Yes, ma’am~”

[kimchitae]

new ask game: if you could only pick one blog to represent each member of bts, who would it be and why? 💓

AAAHH this is hella cute 🥺 i’m sorry if i’m doing this late, i just had a lot to say abt these beautiful wonderful ppl, so here u go!! 💖🌸💞

namjoon @knjz

long walks, peaceful ocean waves, deep talks – all of these things definitely make me think of hannah!! i would 100% go namjooning w her. she’s kind, caring, and friendly in a way that makes u feel light and easy right away. she just gives off the same comforting and reassuring vibe that i see in namjoon.

jin @seokjinssi

if there’s anyone who can make me laugh til i‘m absolutely wHeEzInG, it’s tenri!! just like jin, idt she even tries to be funny, she just is HAHA. our convos are my daily dose of serotonin bc i know i can talk to her abt anything. she’s charming, genuine, and caring in a way that makes me think W O W some ppl truly have it all. she’s worldwide perfection just like her man mr. kim seokjin!!

yoongi @taechnological

definitely the kind of friend that makes u think at first wow how did i pass their Test ™ how am i worthy of this cool person!!! sae is so sharp and witty, i always look forward to what she has to say and she never fails to make me laugh. she also radiates the same relaxed warmth and softness that i love and associate w yoongi.

hoseok @jiminswn

truly sunshine in its purest form!! alice is thoughtful, friendly, and her messages always make me smile. this might sound weird but she reminds me of those random strangers that open doors or give their seats up for ppl HAHA. she’s just a bright and thoughtful person who does nice things w/o even thinking of it, which is exactly like hobi!!

jimin @kimteahyung

for obvious reasons, milli is the sly minx that i imagine jimin to be i swear this girl..... when r we ever not thotting and thirsting HAHA. also, her sweet and friendly nature also reminds me so much of jimin. she’s the kind of friend that always makes u feel warm and welcome right away. idt i could ever fight w her over dumplings tho, she’s too precious!!!

taehyung @flowerkth

just like me w tae, it is because of this girl that i experience whiplash on a daily basis. are we feelin soft or slutty today, who knows?? nat is basically my twin crackhead in a way that mirrors tae and his unapologetic weirdness HAHA. she’s also warm, open, and friendly – the strongest winter bear vibes!! she just reminds me so much of tae’s sweet and lovable nature.

jungkook @jinv

absolute gif QUEEN – her talent alone gives me golden maknae vibes. she’s also a sweetheart and a softie and her personality just reminds me of warm hugs and the giant sweaters jk likes to wear. she’s also insanely funny that sometimes it makes me wonder what’s going on inside her head..... which is me w jk a lot so yea the shoe fits HAHA.