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champagneher · 2 years

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❝𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔❞ —𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

based on: reader is in paris and taehyung's an incredible supportive lover.

genre: drabble, fluff, idol au.

warnings: making out, little suggestive, cursing and tae just giving boyfriend material vibes.

a/n: so... i'm back with this little drabble. hope you enjoy it and you can always send your request! lots of love. :) please go easy on me, english is not my native language. so, i apologize for any mistakes and please let me know!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Paris never looked better in your opinion. The night was falling, the stars were beginning to shine in the sky while the young people went out to have fun with their friends on this summery Friday. You weren't far behind, you had your fresh nails, your long eyelashes, your hair recently dyed a light honey brown that contrasted the colour of your skin perfectly, and of course, it was combed in a perfect bun.

You hugged your light shirt closer to your body while you watched the big city from the balcony of your -temporary- home that offered a spectacular view of the greatest attraction the city could offer you, the Eiffel Tower.

You looked at the time on your phone when it lit up with the incoming message.

Tae: I hope Paris is treating you as you deserve.

You smiled.

Me: Of course it is. It always has.

Tae: I miss Paris Me: You should come visit Paris Me: And me, of course Tae: Obviously. Why else would I go to Paris for? Tae: Oh wait Tae: There may be another reason. A good reason Me: Oh yeah?

Tae: Yeah

Me: Care to tell me?

Tae: There is this ballet dancer, who dances beautifully Me: A ballerina who dances? Me: I'm a little surprised that you like ballet. Who would have thought Tae: You're annoying. Tae: But yes. Actually, I like everything about this girl. Hopefully, I can see her soon. I met her in a café when she spilled all her coffee on my white pants and Gucci shoes Me: That's tragic

Tae: No, not at all. I got to know her and since then we have been very close. Very

Tae: I love to fuck her Me: Okay I have to go now Tae: 😊 Tae: Rehearsals? Tae: What time do you go on stage?

Me: In about two hours, 9pm, so I have to run to the theatre and keep rehearsing Tae: Hope everything goes well. I know you'll dance amazing as always just don't be too surprised

Me: Why would I be surprised? Haha Me: Talk later?

Tae: Of course baby, see you soon xx

You shook your head slightly, smiling as you locked the screen of your phone and then turned to take one last look at the incredible view from the balcony.

You could get used to this, you thought. But you missed your life in Korea. Life there as a foreigner could be incredibly difficult in time to time, but you had also built relationships with incredible people and appreciated every beautiful moment lived. You also couldn't deny that you enjoyed it more because it's where one of your favourite people was.

How you met Taehyung was definitely embarrassing, but at the same time you were grateful because otherwise you wouldn't be on the verge of collapsing from everything you felt for him. He was annoying and charming at the same time. You had never been in love, and you didn't want to be either because of your career that demanded a lot of your time. Shit. Tae's was even more demanding, you never imagined that you could be head over heels for an idol who could make you laugh until you cry in a moment and then fuck you until oblivion in the other.

You didn't have a title. You weren't officially a couple, but it was no surprise to his and your circle that you both did almost everything together. Not only that, but you could be in each other's company all day and still yearn for more time together. It was reciprocal and pure. You had met someone with whom you couldn't say a word and still feel comfortable.

Tae loved every second shared with you, he had met the person who understood him and put herself in his place without the need to ask. You both had busy schedules, which worried him a lot when he realized that he couldn't spend much time away from you, but that stopped thanks to the fact that you worked to continue sharing moments without feeling forced.

He introduced you as his, and you introduced him as yours. Still, the little pinch in your stomach that said he would never make anything official was still there, bothering you day by day. And not to mention when the opportunity to dance in one of the most prestigious theatres in Europe presented itself to you, and you made the decision -which was very hard- to go to France for 5 months to be part of one of your biggest dreams. It was a unique opportunity and although Taehyung supported you in your decision and was every step of the way here, it was difficult. For almost eight months you had not spent more than two days away from each other, and now you were separated by hours and hours of distance.

4 and a half months passed, the end of your contract was approaching, and it was bittersweet. Bitter that your moments on this stage with your new friends would end, but sweet that you would be coming home to him. You also loved every second lived here. Although it was difficult, and it wasn't necessary, it must be emphasized, you were always faithful to Taehyung. Your heart belonged to him.

You were about to return to the stage for the finale when one of your new friends walked up to you with a full smile and sparkling eyes.

"I'm about to pass out," she whispered, half screaming. She took your arm in her hands and shook it slightly.

"What's happening?" You laughed, seeing her unable to stay still because of the small movements and tiny dances she made with her body.

"You little shit, someone came to see you and I think if you don't make him yours, I'm going to steal him." She raised one of her eyebrows. She watched you look at her confused and frowning, she dragged you towards one of the panels to sneak a bit and get the public view.

"What the fuck-"

"____! You're going in 60 seconds."

"Oh, go, go," your friend pushed you back into line to go on stage.

In all the time you were out there you hadn't seen him, you weren't one to watch the public either but shit if you hadn't stood still for a few seconds after seeing him there, sitting in the third row carefully observing the performance.

Butterflies burst in your stomach and your nerves went over the top. You took a deep breath to come back to yourself and keep giving your best out there, even more so because Taehyung was there. You were happy.

You were dragged into a more private part of the place by a bodyguard, and there was no doubt it was to see Tae. The audience had gone a little crazy when they realized that one of the BTS members was present in the among them, making the exit a bit difficult, but the happiness of the dancers and the entire crew was amazing. They were all talking to each other and congratulating each other on attracting one of the biggest celebrities of the world to see them.

"I can't believe this," you managed to let out a laugh before being wrapped in a pair of arms, causing you to crash into his chest and choke your words on her neck. "What are you doing here?" It was your turn to wrap your arms around his waist closing your eyes to better breathe his perfume.

"Missed you so much," he murmured with his eyes closed. It was no secret that Taehyung was really sentimental, and when he loved, he loved hard. "You were amazing," he smiled with a heart, showing his teeth, pulling away from you a bit to look into your eyes, taking your face in his hands, your arms still around his waist.

"You think?" You asked timidly with hope in your voice.

"I don't think," he kissed yours lips softly and quickly. "I know."

Your smile grew even larger and heat consumed your face. Still you looked around you to confirm no one saw you both share tha sweet kiss. You knew it could burn the whole world if people knew Taehyung came all the way to Paris to see you.

"You're crazy," you laughed out of breath, that man really took your breath away the moment your eyes met.

"For you," he mumbled, "what about we leave and go to dinner?"

"Dinner in Paris? Sounds fancy," you started to walk away from the crowd trying to get a glimpse of Tae, but thank god, they couldn't even see him and more importantly, you. Luckily you had already changed into your jeans moments before leaving in search of Tae. You didn't want to draw anyone's attention to what you got for throwing on a black hoodie and your flats. Although your makeup and hairstyle were still intact. The bodyguards followed you as you led them out to a more discreet place where no one could disturb you.

The stars were shining in the sky above you, the wind moving your hair in a light and not overwhelming way. The sound of the living city was heard slightly below you, away from the hotel balcony where you were.

Taehyung had taken off his suit vest as well as his tie, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and a few loose buttons to his chest. His curls were messy from the strokes of his hand. You, on the other hand, had the opportunity to change into a light white dress of a light and shiny fabric, accompanied by small heels of the same colour as your dress, courtesy of Taehyung who had thought that you would not have enough time to change later of the show. It was lucky for you, he had taken you to a beautiful and elegant private restaurant, and you knew that without the change of clothes you would have been very out of place. You were grateful, you had a beautiful new Gucci dress, you had delicious food for dinner, and now you found yourself looking down on the city with the man your heart so dearly loved.

"Beautiful…" Taehyung mumbled resting his elbows on the concrete railings as he watched you not so discreetly, though you didn't notice. "Right? This city never ceases to amaze me," you smiled as it was your turn now to watch him. "Well, I wasn't exactly talking about the city, but yes… it's also beautiful." His left arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him. Damn, if your heart didn't want to come out of your chest. With all the control you could have of your body you brought your right hand to his lower back and rested your chin on his shoulder. "Thank you for tonight, it really was perfect."

Taehyung gently cupped your face in his hands leaning back slightly to get a better look at you. It was a lot for you so you couldn't help lowering your eyes to avoid feeling that your soul wanted to leave your body for the moment you were living. "Please look at me," he requested in a low voice, almost a whisper. With your lips slightly parted you raised your gaze to connect with his again, this time feeling an extreme calm that you didn't know if you had known before. His eyes the purest and deepest brown you've ever seen, his flawless skin and his crimson lips. "Would you be mine?" His words left his lips as soft and slow as only he knew how. Your eyebrows rose in surprise, your smile appeared without your control. Was he really asking you to make it official to be a couple? Did he really want to be yours? "What?" you laughed under your breath.

"I said, ____, would you be mine? Please?" His eyes full of hope seemed to reflect the stars in the sky, his hands trembled slightly and he felt a tingling go up and down his spine. He was about to lose him if you didn't say you wanted what he wanted. He longed to be able to share those small moments full of intimacy that only a couple could share, he wanted to tell his friends that he couldn't make it because he already had plans with his girlfriend, he wanted to politely reject other people because he was already taken, he already had a girlfriend whom he madly loved. He wanted to apologize for being late because time got out of his hands for being with you, or arriving at his parents' house with your hand in his ready to introduce you as his girlfriend and partner. He wanted all of that and more.

"Do you really want to be mine, Tae?" You murmured still feeling on a cloud high in the sky but afraid that everything would be a joke.

"Am I not obvious enough, ____? You are the one I flew across the world for just so I could hold you in my arms. And what more romantic place to ask you to be my girlfriend than Paris. The city of love can now be ours… so what do you say?"

"I say you're crazy," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers gently stroking the hairs on his head as you gazed at him lovingly, "and I'd love to be yours on the condition that you're mine too."

"I would want nothing more than to be yours, love." With those final words, he connected his lips in a soft and slow kiss that reflected all the emotions that were invading them both at that moment. It had really happened, you were already a couple and ypu could not be more in love.

"We will always have Paris, it will always be ours from now on. Just you and me."

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zilabee · 1 year

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- The first time I watched Get Back (which is the only other time I've watched Get Back) this was the day where I realised how much a mish mash mess the entire editing of it was, because obviously I know the tapes of day eight much better than the tapes of other days. (on account of it being the day where Paul and John use George as nothing but an excuse to talk about their own broken up feelings and confused affections.)

- Wonderfully, @inspiteallthedanger and @get-back-homeward posted about the cuts and snips in the lunchroom tapes, and how frustrating and impossible it all is, here. So I don't have to kill myself trying to explain how WEIRD the resulting 'conversation' Peter Jackson came up with is. What a strange strange thing he did.

- I'm aware that the art of documentary is cutting bits out, and I know they couldn't put it all in. But I do find it tiring. Even not lunchtime, but all the conversations, all the days. I just want to know what they look like at the appropriate points without having to double guess and think and disregard. We're not allowed that though, until some kind soul steals the full footage and gifts us pure wonder, so unless you can really see their lips move, it's only a mirage.

- But! the full 20 seconds that is given over to watching Paul looking sad where nobody says anything at all is the best 20 seconds Peter Jackson ever spent.

- Paul explaining that obstacles aren't obstacles if you refuse to acknowledge any sadness in your life think about obstacles. I mean he's not untrue, it's not not true, he could make a motivational poster.

- So proud of his terrible news bulletins idea. I actually do think ending a massive spectacular show by having a quiet man come on and quietly announce that you've broken up could be nice though. But really I'm just in love with the fact that instead of worrying about breaking up, Paul has been turning it into a project they can all work on together. (And thinking about how to make it suitably big and show-off break up, because it's the Beatles - I love that he worries about their legacy. George and John are so weighted down by legacy, and Paul's just like 'it's only hard if we don't live up to it, so we should just live up to it'. He's such a lot, but he's true.)

Linda: But you were saying yesterday, you know... you make good music together whether you like it or not. John: I like it. Linda: And making good music is also... John: But it's just... Linda: It's really hard working in a relationship. John: I know.

- I love that they call it feeling guilty about each other.

- I love that when John is talking about how hard it is when Paul won't give in on arrangements, he specifically says that he wants it to work more like it works when they're writing. It soothes me in its easy acknowledgement that the writing is good. (even while he's destroying it I know)

- Paul jokingly saying 'You stay out of this, Yoko' to Linda when she is joining in the conversation is probably one of the first times that joke was made, where it's now a recognisable joke to almost every english speaking person in the world.

- SHUT UP I CANNOT STAND IT. (Literally no idea at what point of the thing I wrote this down but I stand by it.)

- I hope they didn't tell George they only wanted him back as a matter of policy. <333333333

When we're very old we'll all agree with each other and we'll all sing together.

- I love him talking about how it all works better if they sing properly instead of just singing half. I love that they just need to be young again and they're not young, since Brian died they haven't been at all young.

- Love John wanting someone to fact check Paul in case Tucson wasn't actually in Arizona. His surrealism does not stretch to inaccurate geography.

Ringo: The meeting was fine. A lot of good things, but then you know... they all sort of fell apart in the end.

Ringo accidentally writing a perfect little synopsis of the Beatles.

- "I don't feel like the Beatles revolve around the four people. It might be a fucking job." John trying to invent The Plastic Beatles. Or make it a bit like national service for rockstars. Everyone dreading the fucking letter that means they have to leave their families and their homes and their happy bands to go and live in a cauldron with Paul and John for a few months.

MLH: I think at some point we should talk conceptually about the show. Everyone prepares to leave.

#get back #get back january #the beatles #the lunchroom tapes #sorry this is long #but so much I left out because I couldn't wrangle thoughts #about paul and john and their ridiculous wordings #it could have been much worse #get back words

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4townlove · 1 year

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Happy New Year from 4⭐Town !!!

Here are some messages from the boys wishing you a happy new year, and from me also, happy new year also. i wish you all the best in the year to come 🫶⭐

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"Bon soir, my little rose~

You have made this year a symphony of spectacular moments, and I only hope I have done the same for you.

The year has at last come to a close, but that doesn't mean this is the end of your great journey.

As one chapter closes, another opens up, and it's up to you to write your story!

As we bloom with the new year, I only wish you all the beauty and delight in the universe. It is all you deserve and more, mon cher~

Happy New Year!

Love from

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

"Hey there!

It's been great getting to know you this year. I couldn't have ever thought I'd be as lucky to meet someone like you.

Time really does fly quickly, but that encourages me to make the most of every second we have, together and individually.

We should remember that.... these moments of reflection let us plan ahead, making it a little easier to make tomorrow even more special.

I can't wait to see the new year with you!

Happy New Year!

Love,

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

"Hihi!

Ah~ we're at that time again, the time where we have to watch the doves of this winter fly away into the clear sky. It's... bittersweet, and sometimes sad, but... but it makes me smile anyway because... I know that in one way or another, I'll feel the joy they brought to me in a new way, with new doves or new experiences that remind me of them and inspire me to keep going!

That's what I'm hoping for most... more joy and happiness... e-especially with you!

Happy New Year! I'm so excited to see all the good times we share together!

Much love,

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"HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!!

Hahaha... yeah... it's a bit strange huh? I mean, it feels like only yesterday that we met, only like a few hours ago that we became so close... inseperable almost... BUT knowing I have you at my side only makes me more excited for the new year!!!

I've already got a list of all the fun we're gonna have. and it's gonna be awesome because we'll be together!!!

Here's to the New Year!! HAHA!!! LET'S GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See you on the other side!!!!!

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"Hey...

Time's almost up for this year.

We've accomplished so much, had so many experiences, good and bad, but I think the mixture makes it all worth going through.

The new year will be hard sometimes, but it'll be good sometimes too.

I have no doubt you'll do great things. I'm just as hopeful for you as I am for myself so, don't worry ok?

A new year is new beginnings. Let's take it on... together.

Happy New Year x

See you there. Love...

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#turning red #4town #4 town #4townie #4*town #turning red 4town #4town robaire #4town jesse #4town taeyoung #4town aaron z #4town aaron t #happy new year #pixar #disney #4 townie #4town headcanons #4town x reader #⭐headcanons #⭐from 4townlove

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koorinokujira · 6 months

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Yakuza 0 is a SPECTACULAR game and I'll shove my love for it in everyone's faces now

Alright, I'll take a bit of a break from regularly scheduled Basara-posting (don't worry, the next batch of imagines is getting worked on), because boy, am I full of emotions right now. This will most likely turn into a mini-series of posts, I don't know yet.

TLDR: Background of me getting into it all and me gushing about my appreciation for the game since I finally finished it. Some (at least vague) spoilers will definitely be involved, so if you haven't played the game yet, here's your warning! Also, I ramble a lot, sorry.

So, I am still fairly new to the Yakuza fandom, all things considered. While I first discovered the Yakuza/Like a Dragon series a few years ago (through a Majima meme, lol), I wasn't that into it at the start. I had other hyperfixations at the time, and it was just sort of at the background. I watched some gameplays, saw some memes, and after watching a full playthrough of Yakuza Kiwami (and a bit of Y0), I eventually decided to get Y0 and play it myself. Bought it and played for a few chapters, but then it got buried again beneath other games, even if I liked it a lot. But this year, it all just came back to me, and I decided to throw myself into it fully this time, restarting my Y0 playthrough (and engaging with the fandom a bit more).

And I'm incredibly glad I did.

At the time of writing this, I finished the game like 30 minutes ago, give or take, and I feel like I'm feeling everything right now. There aren't many games that hit me so hard. Every single second of this game just kept my eyes glued to the screen, and even when I was not playing, the feelings from the story lingered.

You know, I've been sort of living through other people's experiences with the series lately, especially here on Tumblr. Even if I don't know half of the characters everyone talks about yet, I still appreciate the funky stuff everyone here creates. I love the ridiculous memes, the sweet Minedai and Kazumaji fanarts, the kick-ass cosplays, and all the other stuff! You guys made me love it even more and keep going, so I could enjoy it even more! But I have to say, experiencing at least Yakuza 0 for myself hits so much harder than just watching a gameplay.

I got to play as a buff, scary looking man that races toy cars with kids as if his life depends on it, and constantly gets tangled up in ridiculous situations and helps people around town, all the while he's putting his life on the line to protect those he loves the most. I got to hire a chicken as a real estate manager, enjoy some karaoke with my best pal Nishiki, and save some poor ladies from terrible guys who harassed them on the street. And there was also so, so many heart-wrenching things that made me stop what I was doing, because I just hated to see Kiryu's kind, gentle heart get torn apart by the world he willingly stepped into.

I also got to play as a man that went through hell and clinged onto life through sheer determination. A man that was lost, but slowly found what was important to him through the course of the story. But even with him, I got to experience a ton of hilarious weirdness, which may or may not include things like pretending to be a desperate girl's boyfriend, beating up a cult leader or accidentally raising the taxes for all of Japan. Majima, I love you too, you crazy bastard!

All the characters are written so well, and felt very real to me the whole time. Nothing was really black and white, and even the simpler looking characters ended up being very complex most of the time. Honestly, I could ramble on and on about how it broke me to see Tachibana cry, or how much I adore Kashiwagi, even with the limited screentime. I will probably make a few more in-depth posts about certain characters and how I view their themes in the future.

But all this is to say, I'm glad that I finally took the plunge, and I am looking forward to what I have yet to experience! I even have a few OCs that I may share in the future (if I finally learn how to draw properly, that is), and maybe some fanfics, too!

After I finally 100% Ghost of Tsushima, I am definitely buying Kiwami, too! Glad to finally count myself a "proper" member of the RGG fandom ＼(￣▽￣)／

Thank you for reading my excited ramblings, and as I always say...

Have an amazing day!

#okay as I wrote this post the adrenaline disappeared help #i am so happy but also so tired #i wish i could hug kiryu rn #and fall asleep #i think i officially have a new comfort character lol #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza #yakuza 0 #like a dragon #yakuza like a dragon #kiryu kazuma #majima goro

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amandaoftherosemire · 5 months

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Second Sight -- Part Nineteen

Fandom: Marvel Avengers AU/MCU AU

Pairing: Loki Odinson X fem!Reader

Characters: Loki Odinson, OMC Odof, Unnamed Guard

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6,276

Format: Series WIP

Warnings: TW: assault, TW: sexual assault, TW: violence, TW: murder, TW: very minor character death, smut, NSFW, 18+ only, sexual intercourse, sex in public (kinda), language.

Summary: Loki takes you on a long overdue honeymoon on a pleasure planet. You can’t take your eyes off the spectacle while Loki can’t take his eyes off you. When you inadvertently draw the attention of the casino guard, Loki takes you on a wild escape through the alien city, and the excitement overwhelms you both.

A/N: Regarding the trigger warnings, the assault is not described in detail and is over very quickly. It does involve unwanted sexual contact, however, a grope, if you will, so please engage with caution if this subject matter is upsetting to you.

I guess I am constitutionally incapable of not telling this story until it is done. So I’ll keep posting it until Tumblr dies or the story is finished, whichever comes first. I’m also posting it on AO3 so I think I have to finish it no matter what happens. The taglist is still open. 😊

I’m not quite sure what to say about this chapter. I guess I thought everything was going too well and Loki needed a chance to be himself for a minute. Maybe I know what has to happen next and, well… 😬

<<Part Eighteen here

Second Sight Part Nineteen

Loki sat at a table in a corner, his back to the wall, a glass of Kree wine on the table in front of him. The zealots were aggravating, but they could craft truly spectacular spirits. He was enjoying the wine almost as much as he was enjoying watching you enjoy yourself.

You were across the room, playing a form of darts with a trio of Ravagers. Loki didn't know how you managed to do it, but you kept finding the most dangerous and violent creatures in any given room. He’d worry more about it if you weren’t so adept at charming each and every one of them. Taking you into the wider universe made him feel better about his own inability to resist your allure. If there was a rogue in the galaxy you couldn't wrap around your finger, you'd yet to find him. Loki had simply been the first to fall, not the only. To his never-ending relief.

The bar was an unimposing establishment in the part of town that started leaning toward rough but didn’t quite reach dangerous. It wasn’t a bar in the Midgardian sense, as there was no long counter between the person who served the drinks and the clientele. But the tentacled creature in the corner served the same purpose as a bartender, a table in front of them and an array of ingredients from which to make beverages surrounding them, a sympathetic ear for anyone who chose to confide in them.

The room wasn’t big, but the tables weren’t packed tightly together. Loki had snagged a small table in the corner, black native wood, covered in scars and dings from the years of use, but clean, as the bartender prided themself such things. He sat there, his back against a bright green wall, and watched you learn how to communicate with a bartender who mostly communicated in gesture. You seemed to be having the time of your life.

You were laughing and joking with your new friends, effervescent in your confidence. Loki swirled the shimmering golden liquid in his glass and smiled at you, at himself, at the softness he could feel inside. He'd once disdained such feelings, seen them as weaknesses. He hadn't known that a partner in mischief only made it more exciting, that concern for that partner would make him so much more dangerous. He would destroy worlds for you, bathe in blood to keep you safe. Soft he may be, for you, but that softness only made him sharper and more vicious to all others.

That sharpness had his hackles rising at the sight of the casino guard who'd just come through the door, clearly looking for someone. Loki didn't know how or why, but something told him he knew what the man was looking for. When his eyes latched onto you as you called out to the bartender for another round, Loki knew he was about to prove that you'd made him more than he had been. Loki glanced around to make sure no one was watching before shimmering into invisibility.

Grateful for once that his magic didn't work on you, he gestured to get your attention and beckoned you over once he caught your eye. You practically danced over, the euphoria from the unfamiliar liquor adding to the delights of the evening and making you feel light as air. You dropped into the seat next to him, a huffing laugh of joy bubbling up.

"What's up, love?" By the time you were done with the question, your demeanor had changed, serious and watchful in response to the dark aura that surrounded Loki. You could see on his face that something had gone wrong. The tightness of his jaw, the white knuckles around his wineglass told you he was preparing to do violence if the situation warranted it. You sat back a little, but prepared to move if he gave the signal.

"There's a guard from the casino about to sit next to you." Loki breathed out the words in a rush, not wanting to be overheard and needing you to understand the danger before the guard reached you. "He can't see me."

You raised your eyebrows and sat back casually, though you were braced to run at the slightest sign from Loki. You watched him as he watched the guard approach you, his eyes glittering with menace, but the other man didn't see Loki and couldn't be intimidated. He was another giant, over seven feet tall and built like a barbarian. The guard sauntered up with confidence; as far as he knew, he could pick you up and carry you out with one hand if it became necessary.

The man was hoping it wouldn't be necessary. He was the sort you preferred barter to violence and thought you pretty enough to offer something he wanted. He didn’t see any reason to drag you back to the casino for questioning if you proved sufficiently entertaining. "Hello, miss," he rumbled behind you. "A word?"

You looked up at yet another giant, but this one didn't look friendly, didn't give you the good vibes of your friend earlier. You stared him down a moment, taking his measure, before you warily answered, "And if I say no?"

Loki was too busy watching the guard to grin at you as he wanted to. You were magnificent, as haughty and cruel as a queen as you verbally dismissed the other man as though he wasn’t worth your notice, let alone your fear. However large he may be, and despite his intentions, you made it clear he held no terror for you. A dull flush climbed the pale skin of his face, and his eyes went hard with banked rage.

"No reason to not be polite, miss," he gritted out as he took the chair next to yours, leaning in to explicitly threaten with his size. "We don’t have to talk. I could drag you out of here to join your friend in our holding cell if you’d rather."

Your nose wrinkled at the smell of his breath wafting across your face and disgust dripped from your words in response. "And why would you want to do such a thing in the first place?" You straightened in your seat and turned your head to avoid the foul stench coming off of the man. He had a handsome face, but the nasty leer twisting it combined with the smell of him to make your stomach turn.

"I get paid a pretty penny to make sure people don't cheat the casino, miss." The guard reached out and closed his hand around the back of your chair, closing you in with his body in an attempt to block your escape route. You were careful not to look directly at Loki, but you watched him in your periphery, waiting for his signal. Since he was still watching the other man with glittering eyes, motionless as he waited for the right moment to act, you stayed put and focused on the threat.

"I didn't cheat!" You answered the accusation in ringing indignation. "How dare you? I got lucky and walked away before my luck ran out." Your mind was racing, trying to figure out what kind of casino went to such lengths for only two wins. There had to be more to it than that, which explained why Loki hadn't moved, but you weren't certain it was worth investigating when you could just make a break for it.

The guard's leer turned lecherous. "Say I believe you, miss." The hand not blocking your escape closed around your thigh and moved shockingly fast up under your skirt. "What's in it for me to let you go?" The next moment his hand went lax and fell away from you. You'd been about to scream the rafters down, but the guard's eyes fell closed, and he slumped onto the table in a heap. At your feet was a quickly spreading pool of blood pouring from the inside of his thigh.

You lifted eyes shocked and horrified to Loki's viciously cold expression and whisper-screamed, "DID YOU JUST KILL HIM?" The situation had turned so suddenly and unexpectedly violent that you had whiplash.

"He put his hands on you." The next moment, Loki was standing and tossing a bag of money on the table. He grabbed your hand in a vise grip and hauled you to your feet, pulling you quickly behind him toward the back of the bar. You stared back at the body of the man that had assaulted you, only to reap the consequences of that choice immediately.

"Okay, yes, he did." You were on the verge of babbling, too shocked by the sudden turn of events and the sight of your first dead body. "And no, I didn’t like it, but I didn’t expect you to kill him!" You were barely paying attention to anything but keeping up with Loki. You could hear the beginning of an uproar in the room you'd left as he dragged you through the back room of the bar where they kept their inventory and out the back door into an alleyway. "How did you even do that?"

Loki took a quick glance in each direction before taking a left to zigzag through the back streets of the city. If he'd been alone, he'd have simply slipped between the shadows and been off this planet already, but of course he couldn't take you with him when he shadowwalked outside the Nine Realms. He'd have to take you out the long way, but the city guards would be looking for the two of you now, and their relationship with the casino guards would make them determined to find you. Loki wasn't worried about his ability to protect you but was still determined to get you off the planet before he had to spill any more blood on your shoes.

"My knives are very sharp." His voice was cold, and he was sick that this trip could be so ruined by violence. At the same time, no one could be allowed to put his hands on you like that. The man had signed his own death warrant the moment he'd touched you. "He probably didn’t even notice he was bleeding out."

Loki glanced at you, searching your face for signs of disgust or horror. All he found was pale-faced confusion. He'd never seen you look like this and didn't know what it meant, let alone how to handle it. He was furious with himself that he hadn't acted before the guard had a chance to hurt you. Fury and guilt roiled his stomach and made him feel ill. He fell into old habits and hid the sick feeling behind callous cruelty. "Unfortunate he couldn’t know why he was dying, but it seemed best not to draw attention." Loki wanted to keep his eyes on you, concerned by both your demeanor and your silence, but he needed to keep an eye out for the guards he could hear amassing in the main street. "Which is why we left before anyone noticed that something was amiss."

At the sight of a clump of men coming down the alley, Loki ducked into an alcove, pulling you in with him and counting on the spells he'd placed around you to keep you invisible to them as they passed by. He placed a finger to his lips to indicate he wanted silence as making you inaudible had been much more difficult than making you invisible.

You glared at him but didn't say anything. You were still gobsmacked by the sudden death of the man in the bar. You had never experienced anything like it, been talking to someone one moment and watching the life fade from their eyes the next. You knew Loki to be dangerous, had personal experience of it, but this was the first time you'd been confronted with concrete evidence that he was capable of dealing death, the cold and calculated kind.

If you weren't also vaguely sickened by the memory of how it had felt to have the man assault you so brazenly, so suddenly, perhaps you would have felt more remorse at his death. As the remnants of his foul touch were still burning your skin, you were more concerned with getting out of this situation alive than you were with scolding Loki for murdering someone practically in your lap.

"I’m not going to argue," you said in a soundless whisper, "but we’re going to discuss this further."

Loki didn't speak until the clot of guards had made their way past your alcove, not seeing either of you as they passed by. Once they were far enough down the alley, Loki pulled you from the niche in the wall and again began making his way out of the city and back to the beach where the portal home still waited. "I cannot wait," he retorted, his voice only a whisper of sound, but the affection was back.

The two of you dodged the teams of searchers, weaving in and out of the side streets to avoid the men looking for you. If you hadn't been invisible, they'd have found you easily; there were too many to avoid without the added advantage. As it was, there were a lot of moments where all you could do was duck into a corner or an alcove and wait for the guards to pass you by.

Near the edge of the city, a large contingent of the guards had congregated, setting up what looked like a roadblock. Loki came to a halt so quickly, you ran into his back. With a swift, low curse, he glanced around, looking for a place to take a moment and consider his options. To his frustration, he spotted exactly what he needed, an empty building, across the main street. He was going to have to take you across the way in full view of the crowd of guards.

Loki turned to look at you, to gauge how you were holding up through the nerve-wracking escape. To his astonishment, you looked annoyed more than anything. Whatever you were thinking or feeling, he could see that you were holding up fine under the pressure, that you were as bold and fearless as he thought you to be.

As a matter of fact, you were far more than annoyed. The pressure was getting to you, but you also knew that falling apart would only make a bad situation worse. So far, Loki and his spells had shielded you and you had faith that they would continue to do so. If they didn’t, Loki had made it abundantly clear that he would kill for you. Knowing it to be true, and having real life experience of it, however, were two very different things. The stew of feelings inside you was too complicated to understand. You needed time to assimilate the new data and untangle how you felt about it.

When Loki let go of your hand to slip his arm around your shoulder, you snuggled into his body, seeking comfort. Between the violence of the guard's assault and the vengeance Loki had taken on your behalf, you were feeling a little shaky and jittery. He had protected you, at every turn. You gladly accepted the safety of his embrace.

Loki swiftly guided you across the street to a door next to dark windows. You didn't know if the business was closed or abandoned, but it was clear it was empty either way. Loki only left your side long enough to slip through the door and unlock it from the inside. You slipped through the crack in the door as quickly as possible, not wanting to draw attention.

Once you were inside, Loki locked the door behind you and threw a spell at it that would keep all adversaries outside, at least unless and until the wall gave in. He then moved to the window to stare out at the crowd of guards blocking your route to the beach. He counted quickly, did quick mental math to decide whether he could get you through unscathed. If it had only been himself, he would have taken the chance of detection and fought his way through if necessary, but he wasn't sure he was willing to risk those odds with you. He'd teased you so relentlessly for being afraid to gamble and here he was dithering because he was too afraid for you. He hated this weakness.

"Thank you," you murmured as you slid your arms around him from behind, snugging yourself against his back with a sigh of relief. "I needed a moment to catch my breath." The room seemed to be an office of some sort, a lot of desks and paperwork. It looked like a haven compared to the wild chase that awaited you outside.

Loki whirled in your arms, turning away from the window to close his arms around you like bands of steel. He held you so tight, you felt him squeezing your breath from your lungs, but you didn't complain, just held him as close as you could in return. Your heart was still pounding and pounding from the mad dash through the streets and you could feel his race in his chest in time with yours.

You lifted your head to look into his face, wondering at that racing heart and wanting to gauge his mood. The moment you were face to face with him, however, you realized you'd made a mistake. His eyes were burning emeralds, hot with desire and something sharper, darker, something you'd only seen when he was most affected, most moved.

Loki dipped his head and closed his mouth over yours, desperate for the taste of you. He was holding you too tight and he knew it, but the peril had gone to his head and spiked his libido, while your unwavering faith in him left him feeling soft and weak for you. He'd already been on edge for hours and the sudden violence and the tension of the escape left him desperate to touch you, to remind himself that you were safe and still his, despite everything.

You didn't resist, the passion in his kiss the catalyst in an alchemical reaction inside you that changed fear to desire in the blink of an eye. You met his passion with matching fire, nipping at his lips and meeting the surge of his tongue with your own. He tasted wilder than ever before and you adored it, wanted more of it. If you hadn't been hiding from a mob bent on revenge, you wouldn't think twice about indulging your desire. As it was, you loosened your arms around him and tried to push yourself out of his hard embrace.

Loki lifted his head but didn't allow you to move. This is madness, he thought, his heart pounding even harder at the sight of your bottomless eyes, soft and dreamy with desire, with love. He hadn't realized how much of the fear of his escape had been about how you'd feel about him once you were safe.

He'd killed someone right in front of you. For you, yes, but he'd also shown you how cold, how vicious he could truly be. He hadn't known how deep the terror that you couldn't accept all of him had dug into him.

Knowing that he could have blood literally on his hands and you'd still come into his arms with not only desire, but love, and trust, and faith, cut him deeper than anything ever had. A new fear crystallized, that he didn't just desire you, adore you, but needed you. The feeling rose up to choke him and had lust's claws digging into his spine. “Am I hurting you?” He gritted out the words, hating his own loss of control.

Gulping in surprise, you stared up into searing emerald and saw that he spoke the unvarnished truth. Searching yourself for any denial, any lingering pain or fear from what had happened to you, you found only an answering need to be touched on your own terms. You shook your head and slid your hands from his shoulders back into his hair. The invitation was clear and, with a growl, he took your mouth with his own.

Loki devoured you.

You'd experienced this desperate passion before, the kind that made you feel like he'd consume you if he could, burn you alive in the fires of his lust. There were times you'd felt like there'd be nothing left when he was done with you, that you'd be ashes and shadows when the fire burned out.

But it had never been like this.

Loki's arms were no longer around you because his hands seemed to be everywhere, molding your body to his with squeezing presses. He seemed to be drawing your breath into him, leaving you panting and dizzy. Somehow, when he'd been kissing you breathless, you'd ended up with your back against the wall next to the window and his body was almost smothering you in heat and need.

Your mind cleared a very little bit when he tore his mouth from yours to close his teeth around the skin of your neck in sucking kisses designed to drive you crazy. "What are you doing?" You gasped it out, certain you knew the answer, but needing verification because of how suddenly the fire had blazed. Loki was daring, but he'd never lost control like this before.

"You." Loki's hands closed around your thighs and lifted to wrap your legs around his hips, pressing his erection against your core. His mouth never left your skin, moving over your neck and collarbones like he needed the taste of your flesh on his lips. Your head tilted to make it easier, seduced by both the urgency in his touch and the need in his voice.

"Here?" You'd never heard yourself sound so breathless, like he'd overwhelmed you, overcome you with the force of his need for you. Your hands buried themselves in his hair to hold on, needing to cling to him in the face of his desire. "Now?"

Loki pulled away from the wall, turning with you still in his arms to the rest of the room. "Here." The word dropped with a finality that sounded almost like a threat. He glanced around for a couch, a rug, whatever would serve as a surface to lose himself in you. "Now."

He found what he was looking for in the desk-like table in the middle of the room, the surface flat and about the right height. He took a couple long steps and set you down in front of it. As soon as your feet were under you, he spun you around and filled his hands with your breasts, his mouth returning to your shoulders to kiss and suck and bite. The way he curved around your body overbalanced you and had you bracing yourself on the desk in front of you.

"You’re out of your mind!" You gasped it out but had to acknowledge it lacked authority as you were pressing yourself into his hands, his body. You instinctively tilted your body to press your breast into the hand that hadn't gone wandering down your body to hike up your skirt. The movement also pressed your ass into the steel rod behind you and you rubbed against it provocatively, your body wanting to encourage this wild lovemaking, in the middle of danger, whatever your good sense had to say on the subject.

"I am out of my mind," Loki snarled in your ear, one hand plucking your nipple with clever fingers and sending bolts of sensation to your center. You clenched at the vicious darkness of his tone, the sound of his resentment oddly arousing. "You have driven me from it, and I cannot think for wanting you." His other hand had found the snaps at your hip and yanked them open in a swift, fierce movement. As soon as he had you bared to his touch his fingers were sliding into you from the front, over your clit, and spreading the wetness he discovered there. You were already soaking wet, brought to this point by his mouth at your shoulders and his other hand everywhere else.

"Every sense has become saturated in you," his breath was a whisper at your ear sending shivers over your skin, "and every moment without is an insult, an injury." Somehow, he'd arranged you with his hands and body until you were in the perfect position to slide inside you. You moaned long and low at the exquisite friction, surrounded by Loki's body, drenched in sensation, leaning forward a little, your head tilting forward at the exquisite sensation. "I want you tied up and at my mercy so I can take my time with you, make you beg for me."

Loki's hand hadn't left your clit even as he dug into you with short, maddening thrusts and you felt a climax already climbing. "Do you have mercy?" You asked the question fretfully, trying to get Loki to stop teasing you. You writhed in his arms in every way you'd learned he liked, pushing him to the edge. You fell forward enough to brace yourself on your elbows, trying to get more leverage to shove yourself onto him, needing him deeper.

Loki grinned at the feeling of you tempting him, taunting him. He loved bringing you to this point, where you gave in and showed him that the desire, the need he felt wasn't one-sided. You were binary stars, trapped in each other's orbit. You were his equal, and he yours, whether either of you wanted it or not. At this moment, buried inside you, only moments from feeling you come around him, he didn't care about anything but you.

"Perhaps," he replied as he lifted up and away from you, his hands leaving your clit and your breast to grip tightly at your hips. As soon as he had his hands around your waist, he used his strength to shove deep, to pull you onto him hard and fast, your groan of aching relief music to his ears. He smiled at the sound. "The only way to find out for certain is to start pleading for it."

There were more words from there, but they only came in singles and pairs, in the vein of, "right there," or "god, yes," or "harder," "faster," "more." Loki's fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he pounded into you. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of you, the cheeks of your ass bouncing with every thrust, had him shuddering in possessive excitement. You were moaning in pleasure, the faster and harder he fucked you the closer you came to a life-changing orgasm.

Loki loved this, loved driving you into mindless pleasure, especially in such a moment, death waiting for you both just outside the door. That he could, that you'd give yourself to him so completely despite the danger made him feel both tender and feral. He carefully paced himself, not wanting to give in too soon, no matter what you did to entice him. And entice him you did.

You looked back at him, and he would swear your eyes were glowing with your desire, with your need. "Please," you whimpered, trying to push back in his tight grip, desperate for more. You were so close, the coil in your center tightening to the point of pain and he had the power to release all that tension. You just needed him to, "Fuck me, Loki."

Loki opened his mouth to retort, but you cut him off with another, "Please," this one so soft and needy, he lost control. With a curse, he was using that bruising grip at your hips as leverage to pull you onto his cock hard and fast. Within three thrusts you were coming apart, the shivers of pleasure starting where you were clenched around him, rippling in ecstasy, and spreading through the rest of your body in shimmering waves of pleasure.

To your dizzy shock, Loki didn't slow down, simply growled in triumph when he felt you coming apart around him. He snarled, "More," and fucked you faster. You moaned, could swear he'd gotten harder inside you, though you didn't know how that was possible. You rested your forehead on the table in front of you and whimpered, your climax not fully subsiding as Loki's cock pounded into you, pushing you up and over again and again.

"I can't," you moaned fretfully, oversensitized and not sure you could take much more. You were close, but climbing even that little bit to your peak seemed like more than your body could manage. The feeling of him surging in and out of you was outstanding, but it had gotten to the point where it was almost too good, too much, and you simply hung in his grip, absorbing what he gave you.

You fell forward a little when one of Loki's hands released your hip, but he was leaning forward to follow you. His hand slid around your front to slip between your legs, his long fingers circling your clit, strumming, rubbing. His breath hot on your neck, he chuckled darkly when your hips started to move again; of their own volition, of course. You had no power over your body anymore. "You will." He stated it confidently, then pinched your clit carefully, with just the right amount of force, learned from years of loving you, to send you into orbit.

Your body, already on edge from the multiple adrenaline rushes of the evening, wrecked by the fucking of your life, oversensitive and overstimulated, erupted into a toe-curling, earth-shaking, life-altering orgasm. You'd never come this hard in your life, your vision going gray and stars exploding behind your eyes. You convulsed in pleasure, waves of ecstasy nearly rendering you unconscious.

You were too far gone to notice that you screamed Loki's name, but he noticed, and the sound had him coming in a flurry of stuttering hips and with a roar of triumph. Once his mind cleared from the intense pleasure of emptying himself into you as you came around him, he considered the problems he'd had with making you inaudible and wondered if there was any way the rings had managed to cover the sounds you’d made.

Bent over you, panting from both the exertion and the pleasure, he started laughing at the thought that the two of you might be caught because he couldn't keep his hands off you. The idea struck him as both ridiculously funny and ridiculously stupid.

When your ears stopped ringing, you became aware of Loki, chuckling in your ear, his hands moving tenderly to separate your bodies, leaning you gently on the desk when your knees went soft. His own knees weaker than he’d like to admit, he used his magic to put himself back together but pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away the evidence of his passion from you. When he was finished, he vanished the cloth and helped redress you in the little shorts that he'd tossed to the floor.

Once that was done, he helped you stand up, shaking your skirt down around your thighs as he did so. To his smug satisfaction, you slid your arms around his neck to snuggle close, both in warm post-coital affection and to hold on to something solid. Your knees were still rubber, your body still vibrating from the echoes of pleasure. Loki slid his arms around you, beguiled by the softness of your embrace.

"We’re out of our minds," you murmured, your lips against the skin of his throat where you'd buried your face. "I can’t believe we just did that. I can’t believe I let you do that." You were awed at what you'd just done, what you'd invited, practically begged Loki to do to you. You were shocked, but there was no room for regret around the satisfaction. Despite your surprise at your daring, you couldn't deny a measure of smug was overshadowing any shame that wanted to rear its head.

Loki stooped to slide his arm behind your knees, lifting you up to carry you bridal style. He could tell by the way you clung to his neck that you'd need a little while to recover before you could dodge or run. He saw no reason to wait to take you home when he could just as easily carry you. Still too shaky to move quickly, you relaxed in his arms and didn't argue. It felt nice to be carried around like you weighed nothing.

Loki moved through the office until he was at the back door, using his magic to unlock and open it as well as closing and locking it behind him. Once in the alleyway, he walked quickly through the back streets, weaving with feline grace around the guards still searching for you. The spells that surrounded you continued to do their work, the only stress the sheer number he had to avoid. Invisible didn't mean someone wouldn't notice a touch and the people who sought you were looking for magic.

After a couple of near misses that sent your heart rate climbing and had you pressing close to Loki, tucking yourself in as much as possible, you were close to the beach, and escape. You'd whispered an offer to walk again when the two of you had been a little isolated for a moment, but he'd refused with a silent shake of his head and you hadn't spoken again. Once you were on the path back to the orange sandy beach, Loki's arms lost their tension, though he made no move to set you on your feet.

When you were alone once more, the danger behind you as your pursuers kept their eyes on the city where they believed they had you trapped, Loki bent his head to yours, taking your mouth in a kiss both tender and sweet. "I was afraid he would make you shy away from a touch," he murmured against your mouth, his eyes liquid on yours, "even mine. When you came into my arms as you always do, I had to have you." He smiled, a little sheepish, and your heart sighed. "I cannot explain it."

You tilted your head to rest it against his shoulder, looking up at him with your heart in your eyes, adoration naked on your face and making his heart pound. "Sometimes, I can’t refuse you. Even when we're in mortal danger." You smiled back, equally sheepish, but clearly more comfortable with the vulnerability. No matter how much time you'd spent together, how much you'd done together, how much you'd done to be together, Loki could not seem to make his peace with it. You shrugged, acceptance something you'd found along the way. "I can’t explain it either."

"I am grateful," Loki replied with a resigned laugh and a smirk. "If I must have a weakness, I insist that it be mutual." The two of you fell into an easy silence as you reached the top of the cliffs you'd traveled through to get to this planet. Loki took another path down and around, mulling over the events of the evening. Though he hadn't been able to show you everything he'd intended here, the last part had been about making love to you, about making you scream in pleasure.

Though it hadn't been how he had intended, in the luxury suite of one of the hotels, with warm wine to muddy your mind and warm oil massaged into your skin to dazzle your senses, he'd still made you scream his name. The memory gave him that ever so rare sensation of satisfaction and Loki was trying to sear it into his mind so he'd never forget what you sounded like at that moment. A wide, smug smile spread over his face as he considered the fact that he had warm wine and oil back in his personal dimensional palace.

"What are you grinning about?"

The question was soft and amused, rich with love, and hit Loki's ear like honey. He gave in to the emotion and let it shine out of him. "I'm amazed that we didn't get caught. When you screamed my name, I thought they had us."

You tilted your head back to look at his face and burst out laughing at the self-satisfied arrogance all over him. You couldn’t properly poke at him for being proud of himself, too happy by far. You had to admit, you'd never screamed like that before. You tightened your arms to pull yourself close enough to nuzzle his neck with affection as he reached the cliff with the portal.

"I’d tell you to wipe that smug look off your face," you said with a little shake of your head, unsurprised when Loki didn't set you down even now, "but I suppose you have a right to it for once."

Loki grinned wolfishly as he waved his hand at the sigils only you could see, and a portal home opened with a whoosh of sound and a flash of light. "I wonder," he purred, his eyes firing with desire, "do you have to be in mortal danger to climb to such heights?" You gaped at him, your mind racing with the possibilities he was hinting at. "Let's find out."

With that, he moved through the portal to take you to bed. He had new experiments to run.

Part Twenty Coming Soon!!

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Challenge log Session 3

Hello! This is should cover Ophilia's Chap 1 and maybe Cyrus's if I have time. We'll see. Rules for the challenge are here. I'm worried about spamming the octopath traveler tag so if you don't wanna see these I'm marking all of them with 'octo traveler 1 quest log' Feel free to block that tag.

Side quest time

Ha, now you're blind

Now we're both blind

Oh I beat that guy up for nothing

Travel time

No one is weak to sword or knife and that makes me sad

Ophilia time. Fun Fact! Ophilia was my main on my first ever playthrough.

I can't get over Ophilia taking Lianna's job like I get it's so she can be by father's side but her entire life has been leading up to this and Ophilia just swoops in and takes it WITHOUT ASKING HER! That's insane

"I'll do your entire job so you don't have to worry about it"

"Your Excellency" JUST CALL HIM DAD! Literally no one else cares that you're adopted! Call him Father! H'aanit has a better time calling her dad 'dad' then you AND SHE'S HIS APRENTICE

She acts like they hang 'Adopted' over her head everyday BUT SHE THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES

Watching Ophilia interact with 'His Excellency' just makes me remember H'aanit and Z'aanta's relationship

#Z'aanta's best dad 2020

Dang she's laying in on him!

Bro got posioned

BRO WAS POSIONED AND DID NOT CARE

Maybe if you saw a doctor earlier you wouldn't have died

OPHILIA GIRL YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES THAT YOU WERE ADOPTED

I'm calling it. Josef's a bad dad

Why the fuck you lying

bro dying. bro dying fr

I feel like this cleric's in on it

Why you always lying

All these clerics are sus as fuck. I don't trust any of them.

Jails are only in select few towns and the cozy church is one of them

Poor Lianna. I get why Ophilia didn't ask now

Also the explanation on why is "There are centeries of tradition we must obey" and not "Galdera will be freed and the whole world will end. One of those things is slightly more important

"We are together in this" Leaves her behind

Little Lianna's like "I gave you flower why are you still depressed?"

YOU WERE CONVINCED AS A FIVE YEAR OLD THAT YOU WERE GONNA BE ALONE AND MISERABLE FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS?? GIRL

Dungeon time.

TECHNICALLY WE'RE NOT IN THE DUNGEON YET SO I'M ALLOWED TO USE ALFYN TO RUN AWAY! Shut up my rules!

Pretty! But there's nothing up here and every step leads to death

The dungeon is level 7 that's not a good sign

NEW RULE: if the game throws 4 enemies at you you can use your second character

Ophila has 80sp at level 5?!?! Alfyn has 67 at level 13!!

Girl's leveling up fast

I'mma edit my rules to say that your main can join the cleric and dancer boss fights since octo 2 had extra characters.

Honestly not sure if she'll need it though.

Phili's got this

I'm feeling cocky let's try the boss fight!

OH NO IT'S A STONE GOLLUM

IT'S WEAK TO ICE?!?!?! WHY????

What does "three more turns" mean?!

oH!

Take 2: let's not explode

Bitch get back here

Shhhhiiitt Alfyn died

Take 3: I'm so close

Take 4: Does reflective veil affect explosion?

Take 5: No, no it doesn't

FINE I'LL LEVEL UP!

Take 6: The wiki states the shadow things are based on how many party members you bring in but it's actually how many you've collected. Big difference.

Take 7: Last attempt before I'm bringing out the boys

WE'RE BRINGING OUT THE BOYS!

THEY'RE WEAK TO ARROWSS!!!! Life is good life is great life is spectacular. Ophilia's no longer alone

"Egades"? Alfyn everyone is almost dead!

It Dieeeedd oh my gooooosh finally!

Aww, dad woke up

Oh I'm in trouble

Prophethetic dreaams!

SHE CALLED HIM DAD! LET'S GOO!

Game? Saved. Session? Over. Hotel? Trivago.

#octopath traveler #gaming challenge #octo traveler 1 quest log #octopath traveler spoilers

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annoyingbelieverballoon · 9 months

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Hi. I have a welcome home request. Y/n is helping Barnaby with his new act, reacting and giving feedback.

Barnaby’s great acts (platonic/romantic)

(mostly platonic but you can interpret the scene however you’d like)

word count: 535

Barnaby, the funniest neighbour in Welcome Home, was always a fun, friendly puppet to be around.

Everyone loved his jokes, his skits, his whips, and his pranks, but he also took part in helping whenever he could and was a good teacher of EQ and understanding aspirations and dreams, and so on.

A fan favourite for a lot of kids growing up watching the show, and now that you’re in it well, he’s also still your favourite.

How could you not love this big blue dog and his silly antics?

Knowing Barnaby in person shed a lot of light on who he was truly; behind this persona who seemingly perfected the act of comedy was someone who had spent hours practicing lines, tones, accents, and various stunts so that he could pull them off and make the others smile, chuckle, or laugh.

And here you are in Barnaby’s blue dog house. Inside were a plethora of decorations that eluded to jokes Barnaby could make. On his walls hung multiple portraits of him and his mother. The chicken who crossed the road

"Are you still listening, little buddy?” Barnaby clapped his paws together and chuckled.

"Maybe you spent too much time with Starlet; you’ve got your head in the clouds, bud."

You chuckle sheepishly and pay full attention to Barnaby; he’s been trying to get you to laugh at the jokes for almost an hour now.

"I know you say these jokes are good, but sheesh, not a single laugh out of you yet... Tough crowd, I must say.” Barnaby scratched the back of his head.

"Maybe we skip the one-liners and start acting, yeah?

This was a cue from Barnaby that he was going to show you his next big act he had in store, or at least a variation of it. He always changes things at the last second to make them funnier and more unexpected, and to also make them fit the event better.

This act was a bit different than most; however, you don’t see Barnaby riding a unicycle, juggling six water balloons, and playing the kazoo all at once every day.

It seemed he was setting himself up for a slip and fall with all that was going on, but spectacularly, he kept on going. It was astonishing to see, and although you were worried for your big dog friend, you started cheering him on as he did his incredible act.

Once he was done, he allowed the water balloons to fall freely, drenching the both of you. You laugh heartily and watch as Barnaby gets on all fours and starts shaking his fur, getting water droplets everywhere.

"So how’d you rate it out of ten?” Barnaby gives you an expectant look, like one a husky would give after catching the ball and bringing it back successfully.

"A 10 for spectacularity; Julie would love it."

Barnaby laughed and put his hands up in a hoop.

"How about we dry off a little before continuing your acts? I feel cold," you said, shivering a little.

"Of course, buddy! I've got to be the most hydrating comedian after all."

You chuckle and follow Barnaby to get a towel and perhaps some spare clothes.

#barnaby x reader #welcome home #drabble #thanks for the ask #Please tell you understand the joke

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cypanache · 1 year

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okay darling. for the wip ask game that you tagged me in. I know it's been a minute since you posted it, so feel free to ignore, but i'd like to know more about either 'date my wife' or 'raised a sith'– you pick! since I know all about the obidala stuff, and very little about those, i'm curious.

Ugh, I've been so heads down on Countdown, I'm finally getting around to going through my ask box so apologies for the insanely late reply on this.

I talked about the 'date my wife' wip here. So let's do the raised a sith au, because I'm insanely excited about this one, and it even has a title now "Chirality".

So after repeatedly and painstakingly walking back sexual tension in like every draft of every obidala fic I have ever written, because they're just so damn good and they wouldn't, not yet ... I really just wanted to let Obi-Wan and Padme be unrepentantly hot for each. So I asked myself what would it take for them to stop worrying so much about it all and the answer as you so eloquently put it, is 'they could be evil, as a treat'

That's it, that's the fic.

No really. Imagine a world where Obi-Wan got left on Bandomeer by Qui-Gon and then eventually rescued by Dooku and taken as his apprentice and later left the order with him. Meanwhile imagine a Padme who never left Coruscant after her appeal to the Senate in TPM and instead stayed under house arrest while she watched her world ravaged by the Trade Federation with Palpatine stoking her outrage and anger into something truly spectacular. But to the galaxy she still presents as Padme Amidala as we know here during AotC. So drop poor baby Anakin into the events of AotC and The Clone Wars between these two opposing dark proteges who are sort of allies and sort of adversaries, but are definitely obsessed with each other, watch them ruin him.

I honestly feel a little bad tagging this obianidala because its me, so its definitely very obidala focused and Anakin is in way way over his head being manipulated and gaslit at every turn, but it is there at least as an implied future state so there you go. Also its a SithAU so while I don't write terribly explicit or kinky sex, all the warnings for mind games, manipulation, violence, unnegotiated everything, and basically terrible people who should absolutely be kept away from Anakin Skywalker at all costs, but won't be. Sexy, though not explicit, excerpt below the cut:

He’s waiting for her when she gets back to her apartments. Lounging on the bed like he owns the place. Utterly unconcerned with the fact that in less than a day’s time all of the Senate will be calling for his head along with his Master’s.

One of her handmaidens comes over to assist her and Padme grits her teeth in irritation as she takes in the blank expression, the clumsy movements. Oh, she despises when he does this. True, it was amusing the first time or two. And she has always had a weak spot for power in all its flavors. But these days she just finds it tiresome. They’re utterly useless for anything more complicated than the most basic of tasks for hours after he does this.

Dismissing Eirtae with a wave of her hand she rounds on him in a huff.

“I wish you would stop doing that. You know you don’t have anything to worry about. They’re all completely loyal. I’ve made sure of it.”

Obi-Wan grins, vulpine and vicious and absolutely unrepentant. “To you. They’re all completely loyal to you. I doubt there’s a single one among them who would spare me a second thought.”

“That’s not true, there’s at least three who would strangle their own mother for the opportunity to put a blaster to your temple and pull the trigger.” Turning, she holds out her arms and then looks back over her shoulder, imperious and expectant. “Well? You can hardly expect me to get out of this on my own.”

He doesn’t. That’s the entire point of this petty little show of his. He likes the opportunity to undo her, deconstruct the facade she presents to the galaxy layer by careful layer. Until she’s laid bare in more ways than one.

Coming up behind her, he trails his fingertips up the length of each arm before he settles his hands against the line of the high collar in a way that from anyone else would be a threat. But he could force choke her from halfway across the room and they both know it. And they both know Palpatine would make him regret it for the rest of his very long and very painful life if he ever tried.

She smiles at him in the mirror and presses back a little into the joints of his fingers calling his bluff. “You know we debated putting a bounty on your head this afternoon.”

He tsks. “How very uncivilized.”

“Yes, well, attempting to exterminate the entire Jedi Council does tend to provoke people’s ire.”

“Oh, is that the version they’re selling to the Senate?”

She spins in grasp, indignant now, “Don’t be insulting. You know better than anyone how useless the Jedi are at politics. It’s the version I’m selling to the Senate. Very effectively I might add.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” he says, skimming a kiss once against her mouth. Then deepening it as his hands come up to her headdress and she feels him begin to remove the hairpins holding it in place one by one. It’s not precisely what she had in mind when she told him to undress her, but Obi-Wan wouldn’t be Obi-Wan if he wasn’t always looking for the loophole and Padme allows it. It’s been months since she’s been kissed well. Whatever Anakin’s potential, both as a lover and a darksider, and it is glorious, it’s all raw and unrealized, it will take her years to mold him to her liking. Pleasurable work perhaps but work to be sure. Sometimes a lady just wishes to rest on laurels.

Particularly when her laurels are so very, very appealing.

Obi-Wan frowns against her mouth, “Your shields are down.”

“Are they?” She asks innocently, biting at his bottom lip with just a little too much force in punishment for both starting and stopping without permission. “And did you like what you heard?”

He pulls back. “You know I didn’t.”

She turns away with a huff, and removes the last few pins herself, running her fingers through her hair to free it and denying him the pleasure. “Oh yes, you’ve made your feelings on the matter quite clear. His arm, Obi-Wan? Was that really necessary?”

“Maybe not, but it was fun.”

Padme scowls at him over her shoulder.

He just laughs. A cocky, contemptuous sound that sets her teeth on edge and her blood on fire, “Oh dear, are you upset I scratched up your pretty plaything? And here I thought you were a fan of my work. I even signed this one for you.”

“And if I thought it had anything to do with me, rather than breaking the boy Qui-Gon Jinn actually wanted enough to take as an apprentice, I might be flattered. Besides–” she gives him her most petulant pout, “I didn’t even get to watch. You know that’s my favorite part.”

#obidala #obianidala #fic: chirality #oad sith au #cy writes things #sith obi wan #sith padme #cy answers things #wip ask game

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Newlywed Games - Halloween Edition Ethan & Kaycee

I did this last year for Ethan/Casey, but I wanted to update it fo Kaycee. It was one of the most fun templates we ever did, and I'm so grateful to @jamespotterthefirst for sharing it with us. Last year, I said don't this was a bright spot in a tough week, and this year it did the same. 🧡🖤🧡🖤

For some of the newcomers who were not around when we did "Newlywed Games" it was sort of like a little interview, hope that helps it make sense!

This one is long - but it was so much fun! I hope you enjoy it!

I believe Ethan did all the fun Halloween stuff growing up as a kid. The hayrides, the pumpkin picking, the trick or treating, and he loved it all, but it came to a halt when Louise left. Alan tried to keep traditions going, but Ethan pretended he was just too old for it now.

He went to the requisite parties in college. He was harangued into wearing a costume by his friends or girlfriends. But he wasn’t really into it… until med school, where he and Tobias threw some legendary parties. But after Med School, those parts of Ethan died, and he almost had disdain for them… until he met Kaycee, and she opened it all up to him again. He kicked and screamed at first, but in time, he was overjoyed to be back… mostly. 😊

Kaycee has always adored Halloween. Rose and David created so many traditions, including their annual pumpkin patch trip and a Halloween Party with the neighborhood children, which always ended with watching “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown,” and Rose always made sure Kaycee had the most spectacular costume. Trick or treating was the norm, as was Boo at the Philadelphia Zoo.

As a teenager, Kaycee still loved getting dressed up, but it was customary for teens in her area to go to Fright Nights at the Eastern State Penitentiary. Kaycee was never into scary things, and the first year left her quite frightened. The second she closed her eyes and held her boyfriend Ryan’s hand throughout. After that, she refused to go. She doesn’t do horror films or anything like that either; Halloween is all about innocent fun to her.

Favorite Halloween Song? Kaycee: Superstition by Stevie Wonder. Anything by Stevie Wonder is magnificent, but this song just always brings me to this season. Ethan: You know, it’s not really a Halloween song, right Kaycee? K: It was played at almost every Halloween party I've ever been to, Ethan. It counts. But honestly, The Monster Mash is a close second. So, what’s yours? E: Witchcraft by Frank Sinatra. K: But mine isn't a Halloween song. E: You love Sinatra. K: I love Taylor Swift, too. That's irrelevant; the song is not a Halloween song. It's about being bewitched by a woman’s charms and falling in love, not about actual witchcraft. E: I don’t know, I thought it would have taken that much to get me to fall for anyone, and here I am. K: Falling for me was that scary? E: It was terrifying, but in the end, it's worthwhile. K: Awww. You just saved yourself. E: I'm not stupid. K: Debatable. E: Next! Favorite Halloween Movie? E: The Fall of the House of Usher. The 1960 version with Vincent Price is a classic, but I also have a certain fondness for the 1928 silent version as well. (Kaycee stares at him in silence.) E: What? K: Can you maybe pretend, on occasion, that you grew up in an average middle-income home on Rhode Island? E: Are you insinuating that I am a snob? K: You know darn well you can be. But don't worry! That's why you've got me! I'm here to keep you real, feeding you a steady diet of Hokus Pocus, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and, of course, the all-time classic, It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. E: Yes, of course. We have to watch that prolific cartoon at least six times each season. K: Don’t pretend you don’t like it, Ethan. I’ve saved you from a lifetime of boredom. E: Oh, I'm never bored with you. That's for sure.

Favorite Halloween Candy? E: Dark chocolate. K: He forgot with almonds and a touch of sea salt. E: Yes, thank you for the reminder. Why are you rolling your eyes? K: Because even your CANDY is all grown up and stuffy! E: It’s the adult version of that goo you eat. K: By goo, he means the classic American candy bar, Snickers. One day there will be a monument built for Snickers. You’ll see. E: I'm sure there will, dear.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FUNNY COSTUME ON EACH OTHER? K: OK, since he hasn't done funny in over a decade, I had to call in my reserves.... E: Oh, Jesus… K: Yes! None other than your buddy, Tobias Carrick. E: Oh, no… (Kaycee plops down a picture of Ethan dressed as Bob Ross, then bursts out laughing.) K: Were you even the same man you are today in med school? E: Oh, I’m a better man today, trust me. I am going to kill Tobias. K: No, you’re not. He told me there was much worse and that you should watch yourself because he likes me better than you already! E: I see a reconnaissance mission to Tobias’s apartment is in order. K: Take it easy, babe. How bad could it be? (Ethan is silent.) K: Well, the treasure is that good, then a reconnaissance mission is needed. But it will be Jackie and me and trust me, we will do better than you! E: Perhaps (he smirked) you may have Tobias in your pocket, but I (he threw a photo on the table) have your Dad in mine! K: My DAD! Oh, he didn’t…. E: He did, and he said there are more. K: Does that man realize I’m his only daughter, and I get to pick his home one day!?E: (Laughs) What the hell were you supposed to be anyway? K: My friend and I were bodybuilders, dear. It was a modern take on the classic SNL team of Hans and Frantz. E: Who? And What? K: My dad fed me a steady diet of classic SNL, he inspired the costume, and then he turned around and did this to me. His Christmas gift is getting slashed. Mom gets all the good stuff this year. E: I’ll make sure David is taken care of. K: Hmmm… and who is going to take care of you. (She sticks her tongue out at him. He pulls her close, clearly amused.) WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOT COSTUME ON EACH OTHER? E: Easy. When she was Rachel from Friends. K: Ethan has a thing for Rachel. E: I admit it. But I have a bigger thing for you, so if I can have you both at the same time. K: (Shakes her head and laughs) You understand that me wearing a costume is not actually you getting both of us at the same time. E: Leave me alone with my fantasies, Kaycee, will you? K: Fine, but then you’re getting dressed up as Jackson Avery next week. E: Hey! K: Hey, nothing. What's good for the goose… Here’s my hot costume photo. It was the first year I knew Ethan, I was an intern, and I begged him to come to our Halloween party. He refused, but at the last moment decided to come. He wanted to surprise me, so he asked Jackie for our address. She told him no one is allowed in without a costume, and of course, Dr. Ethan Ramsey didn’t own a costume. So he went home and put this on… and called himself James Bond. You have no idea the shit I wanted to do to you that night. E: (Laughs) Well, I would have never admitted it at that time, but the feeling was mutual, especially with you in that Jessica Rabbit costume. K: (Shakes her head) Do you have any idea how much incredible sex we missed out on because of you? Do you? No matter how hard we try to make up for lost time, we will never be able to catch up, and that’s on you. (She jabs him in the rib.) E: Yes, dear. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COUPLE’S COSTUME THAT YOU HAVE WORN TOGETHER?

E: We did a Great Gatsby theme for a fundraiser we attended, I honestly loved that. K: Because you were essentially wearing your suit. E: Exactly. K: I loved when we were Christine & the Phantom of the Opera. It made so much sense, I love musicals, and he loves Opera. E: She looked hot as hell in that low-cut gown and that wig. K: I still wear the wig, just not out of the bedroom… mix things up a bit. (Ethan chuckles, and his cheeks turn red.) K: I love when I get him to blush.

Monster Mash or Thriller?

K: I’m a traditionalist. I love both, but, I lean toward Monster Mash. E: I’m a traditionalist. I don’t give a damn about either. K: He is full of it; I’ve seen him dance to both; it’s a sight.

Apple Treats or Pumpkin Treats?

K: PUMPKIN! PUMPKIN! PUMPKIN! PUMPKIN! PUMPKIN!E: She likes pumpkin. K: I’d die for pumpkin. E: That makes no sense. K: You’re right. But I’m passionate about it. I’d kill for pumpkin pie. E: Do you see why I make sure to take her pumpkin picking each year now? It’s for my own safety.

Fruit Candy or Chocolate Candy?

In unison: Chocolate! E: Even if hers is low-brow. K: Hush!

Trick or Treat, or Hand Out Candy?

E: I’m not five. Hand out candy. K: I’m not dead, so trick or treating. But since it's frowned upon at my age, I do love handing out candy. E: I do too. I give extra to anyone who is dressed as a health care professional. (Kaycee rolls her eyes)

Horror Movies or Kid-Friendly Movies?

K: I do not do horror films. Period. I see enough horror in my day-to-day life. E: I am fine with classic horror, but have no use for slasher films.

Creepy Costumes or Cute Costumes?

K: See my previous answer. I don’t do scary/creepy. E: I like Casey in sexy costumes. Is that an option? K: It’s actually the next question, babe. You’re jumping the gun.E: Because I want this over with already.

On your partner: Sexy or Funny Costume?

In unison: Sexy! K: Hey, baby, since we both agree on the sexy costumes, and we both agree on chocolate… E: And we just picked hot fudge sauce…. K: It would be a shame for it to go to waste… E: I’ll go get it! Meet me in the… (Kaycee hops up on the kitchen island and strikes a seductive pose.) E: Right there works too… K: (Kaycee smiles at interviewer) "And this concludes our interview. Ethan will show you to the door."

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. First of all: welcome Sofia! Second: welcome back, Olive we’ve missed you! Well, I’ve missed you, but I feel like that’s true for all of us writers, not like I speak on our collective behalf or anything … I also want to second Olive’s comments about how wonderful your writing is Winter. I also want to extend that to Strawberry, your stories really brighten my day too. (I just love you all - including and especially you, EMT!) Third: I saw there was a request for a Bregacon fic. I know lovely Strawberry has done one recently, and I know I’ve done some in the past, but here’s a new one. This is based a little on that short video of them showing Teresa May and her husband around the fort, you can see this lovely rooftop garden, and they mention something about a cocktail hour. That inspired some of the imagery. I think you guys will get the other references. Hope everyone enjoys!

She loved surprises. Well, good surprises, she guesses she should qualify (because God knows she has had her share of bad surprises in her life). So she was more than intrigued when she saw her husband’s text message about 15 minutes ago.

“Meet me on the roof in 20 minutes. Wear that black dress please! 😘”

She knew which black dress he wanted, he had insisted she pack it, even when she protested, pointing out it was silly to bring a slinky cocktail dress to a summer vacation at a fort they were planning on only rarely leaving. But he pulled out his puppy dog eyes, and begged “please,” and, just like always, she caved, but not before securing a promise he was going to make it worth her while.

Which is how she found herself shivering on the roof in a dress that barely skims her thighs as it hugs every curve watching as the sky was painted with pinks, oranges, and ever deepening blues. ‘This must be the surprise,’ she thought as the view took her breath away.

Unobserved, several paces back, he stared at his wife in awe. Bathed in the setting sun, she looked more beautiful than any painting he’s ever seen, more beautiful than any goddess could image, more spectacular than any words could describe. Once again, he found himself wondering how he ever got so lucky. After a few more moments marveling at her, he the need to get closer to her won out over the desire just to keep watching.

“Gorgeous,” Emmanuel declared loudly as he approached her, to give her fair warning of presence.

She turned around and smiled at him, “it is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with me.”

Sliding up behind her and looping his arms tightly around her waist, he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck before whispering into her ear, “sure, the sunset is not half bad.”

She blushed crimson at that, matching the pinks in the sky around her.

He chuckled at that, still thrilled by the way she still after all these years reacts when he compliments her, as if it was still the first time. “Come on,” he told her giving her a final squeeze before letting go to grab her hand, “I want to show you something.”

He pulled her with him around a corner, gasp coming out of her mouth as soon as she saw all he had set up: a fully set stable under a lattice that had been strung with fairy lights, a centerpiece candle lit and flickering, surrounded by a ring of her favourite flowers.

Puffing out his chest a little, proud that he could surprise her like this, render her this speechless, he asked, “do you know what today is?”

She thought for a moment, before she had to shake her head no, a little disappointed in herself that she couldn’t remember.

“That’s okay, you weren’t there exactly,” he reassured her, seeing how her brow was knit with guilt and worry. “Today is the 25th anniversary of the day I decided I was going to marry you.”

“What?” She asked, turning to him, more than a little stunned.

“I told you when I left I was going to marry you and I meant it!”

“I know you did but -“

“You thought that was something I just came up with on the spot?” He laughed gently. “Oh, chérie.

“25 years ago today I woke up for the most vivid dream I had ever had in my life, in fact, it was so realistic, I thought I was actually in dream world when I first woke up, not the other way around. In that dream, I saw you walking down the aisle to me in the second most beautiful wedding dress I’d ever seen -“

“Second?” She asked, unable to help herself.

“Your real one was so much better.

“Anyways, I saw our wedding, our reception, our wedding night, and when I woke up that morning gasping for breath, I knew what that dream was telling me. And, when my heart rate finally returned to normal, I made up my mind officially - I was going to marry you.

“So, I wanted to do something nice to celebrate the anniversary, because, in my heart, you’ve been my wife since that moment.”

“But we weren’t even a couple!” She protested, despite the tears in her eyes betraying how moved she was by this declaration.

“I always knew we would be here eventually,” he shrugged with a bit of a smirk. “Now, come on. I dont want this good champagne to get warm.”

Hellooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Aww, I love you all too ❤️

Oh my heart, the level of cuteness in this piece is so high! Emmanuel preparing a surprise to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the day he decided he was going to marry Brigitte 🥺 No but please, the pure and romantic sweet potato 🥰 Beautiful beyond words! You just completely made me melt from beginning to end 🫠😍 This will live rent free on my mind 🥰

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #fanfic anon 2

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rjmhereunderprotest · 1 year

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Deep Dive Thoughts about the Daily Bugle Lego Set

I got this Lego Set for Christmas, highlight of the day honestly cause I've wanted one of my own for awhile if only to play out my many Spider-Man story fantasies. It's an impressive looking set to be sure, and I love it for how it has gone all out in many respects. But something really cool is how many minifigs are included in it! Every possibly Spider-Man character is here. Well there are a few exceptions, probably based on them not being able to fit so well with the others. Like, the Lizard has to be a tad bigger than these guys. Same with the Rhino, but almost everyone else is here. It's an impressive cast to be sure.

Look at that, they even have various non-affiliated Marvel heroes because they have connections to Spider-Man. Punisher debuted in an issue of Spider-Man for example. Miles is here sporting his getup from the Spiderverse movie as well, which is kickass cause I love hoodies. Miles should just wear a hoodie all the time as Spider-Man, makes him standout even more. Maybe they're worried he'll look too much like Ghost-Spider, who also wears a hood... I just like hoods.

But there is a major missing member of the Spidey Support cast though. Someone VERY important, Mary Jane Watson!

The woman most associated with Peter Parker/Spider-Man as his primary love interest. So much so they actually got married... and then that all got erased because Marvel couldn't figure out how to make their marriage compelling or interesting. But despite that, even though people claim them being married would be boring all over again, Marvel continues to tease and hint and fakeout the possibility of them getting back together again. They've been doing so for well over a decade at this point. Most recently after heavily hinting at the possibility of their romance returning throughout the Nick Spencer run, Peter has done something terrible enough for MJ to not only leave him but start up a new relationship with someone else who has kids who call her mom!

People are not happy about being yanked around like that, but this is not the point I want to stress here. My point is mainly, Lego decided that for this huge Spider-Man based set, featuring tons of characters, they were going to just cut MJ out altogether. She's just gone! Nowhere to be seen! But another love interest is still there, in fact she's doubly there!

Gwen Stacey is here, Peter's first love and perhaps true love given how he will never be over her. To be fair, its hard to get over someone who died on your watch. More specifically died because your web-line, for the one and only time in existence, decided to obey the laws of thermodynamics concerning centrifugal force. But she's not dead here!

In fact, in the bio for her minifigure, the instruction booklet clearly states she is Peter's "College Crush". Spidey fans might be aware that Gwen dies during Peter's college years. This was something Greg Weisman had to clearly state for fans in recently years concerning the ultimate fate of Gwen on the Spectacular Spider-Man Animated series. Basically, Gwen was never going to die on that show which would've naturally ended when Peter graduated from high school, not after or before. So Gwen was never dying on that show.

But wait, you say, that just means that this is during Peter's time at college! So maybe Gwen is about to take the plunge! Slow your roll buddy! First of all, there is no REAL death in Lego. Haven't the various video games taught you anything? Everyone just runs off screen or plops down with cartoon stars over their heads forever. They're fine!

Second, that's not possible either, because various events that SHOULD have taken place as a result of Gwen's death have already or ARE occurring at this point of time in the story of the set! Case in point...

As you can see in this picture one of the many stickers for the set, the Clone Saga is happening! The infamous 90s sequel to the original Clone Saga of the 70s in fact, since Scarlet Spider is around! For whatever reason, Professor Miles Warren has not become the Jackal, or the very least he has not yet been discovered and is hiding his evil alter ego. Even from Ben Riley, who he created! Assuming this is a three way live interview J Jonah Jameson is running (And that seems to be the case), then for whatever reason no one has figured out what Warren is doing!

For those uninitiated, the Clone Saga was initially kicked off because Prof. Miles Warren had a creepy obsession with one of his students, Gwen Stacey. When she died, he tried to clone her so he could be with her. You know, cause he's a creep. That went badly with the original Gwen Clone getting lost and a Spider-Man clone falling into a smokestack. Years later that Peter clone becomes Ben Reilly, the Scarlet Spider, and kicks off a whole other Clone Saga. One Marvel has overstay its welcome because Marvel in the 90s is run by the marketing department and not the actual storytellers.

Now considering that Gwen is still alive, active, in college and being pined for by Peter as they attend classes together, it stands to reason that not only did this version of Spidey manage to save Gwen from a fatal snap off a bridge but that despite her survival, Miles Warren still futzed around with cloning tech and we have probably skipped the original Clone Saga and gone straight to the 90s one.

That should be it, right? Well no! We still have another very big question to ask... Ghost-Spider, aka Spider-Gwen!

She's included in the set too and before you suggest she's a clone or from another dimension as is usually suggested, no, she's not. The backstory blurb for her figure says she is, in fact, Gwen's alter ego! She's not from another world, she's not a clone, she IS Gwen. It makes sense, Peter Parker and Spider-Man have their own individual mini figures, but they're clearly meant to be the same person who's figure you swap out when necessary for the story. So the same has to hold true for Gwen Stacey! This is a universe where Gwen Stacey also got Spider powers! Maybe, in fact, as a result of Miles Warren's experiments with cloning or perhaps in a similar lab accident that would lead to Miles Morales getting Spider-powers as he's here as well!

But here's something that's also very random, and I only discovered this while I was writing all this down, Gwen's minifig outfit is a reused torso model.

This is common practice and given how much they spent on creating this set it stands to reason they had to reuse some figure designs to cut down on costs. This particular figure's outfit is from the Haunted House Attraction set. So I can only assume that the attraction exists within the world of Lego Spider-Man, or at the very least, it has the same clothing line.

If the former is the case then that opens up a whole other can of worms because of Haunted House ride is based off another line of now defunct and out of print Lego sets, Lego Adventurers!

The principal villain of that series was Baron Von Barron and his house is the basis for the storyline of the Haunted Attraction ride. Although its hard to say whether the ride itself is BASED on the story of the Adventurers series or is actually built around Barron's old house. So either the stories centered around the Adventurers sets are REAL and occurred within the Lego Marvel universe or they are themselves a popular old adventure serial within that universe.

So, putting it all together. Lego Spider-Man exists in a world where Mary Jane either does not exist is not a mainstay in Peter's life. Gwen Stacey is still alive and may or may not be in a relationship with Peter while also being Ghost-Spider at the same time. Indicating she got powers at some point in this world. The Clone Saga itself is currently happening, through entirely different circumstances and means but is occurring regardless. And the old Lego Adventurers series is in one way or another Canon to the Lego Marvel series, as either actual events or in-universe media.

This is all incredibly out of left field and strange and a major rabbit hole of over thinking. So I'm just going to end this by saying, I'm just glad Black Cat is included in this set, cause I'm gonna have her and Spider-Man making out on the top of the building when I'm finally done building it! Peter X Felicia forever!

#lego #legominifigures #spider man #marvel #gwen stacy #spider gwen #ghost spider #mary jane watson #Black Cat #felicia hardy #peter parker #daily bugle #clone saga #ben reilly #spiderman x black cat

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Reviewing Drama’s I Have Watched Part 10

Finally made it to double digits! Once again, here is my rating system: 1- Did not like, 2- Enjoyed but probably wouldn’t watch again, 3- Enjoyed and would watch some episodes again/may watch again, 4- Enjoyed and would watch again, 5- Loved

Korean Drama

You Raise Me Up: 4

Trigger Warnings: Anxiety attacks, Suicide attempt, Blood, Gore, Talk of insecurities and hating self.

You raise me up is a romantic comedy about a man who is incredibly insecure due to his failing of the civil service exam many years in a row which causes him be unable to become aroused. He seeks out a urologist to aid in his issues, however to his horror, his urologist is his first love who just so happens to have been bragging about him to her ex. She becomes determined to return him to the man he once was in order to save her pride.

This show was actually pretty good despite it’s more awkward scenes that give you second-hand embarrassment. I had to pause and walk away a few times due it just being so painfully awkward but it was really funny and super cute. I think it’s a good comedy for those who enjoy some drama with lots of silly, inappropriate jokes, and some cute romance.

Hotel Del Luna: 4

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Violence, Death, Suicide threats, Gore, Non-con themes, Jump scares, Murder.

Hotel Del Luna is a dark retelling of Beauty and the Beast where the girl is the Beast. It follows a young woman who was cursed to run a hotel and help lost souls pass on to the afterlife to pay back for her sins while living. She has been unable to get over her grudge for thousands of years and thus cannot be reborn. One day, she finds a living man in her hotel for the dead stealing a flower from her tree. She goes to kill him but after he begs to be set free for his son, she instead makes a deal with him that when his son is of age, said son will come to the hotel to work with her. After he becomes of age, the son is indeed taken to work at the hotel but it’s she who begins to regret her own deal. The two may just be tied together in a way neither imagined.

I really enjoyed this movie, it was dark yet pretty, the soundtrack and overall aesthetic were perfect. The only reason I give it a four is because is started to drag and get kind of boring towards the end only to feel rushed in the last few episodes. I wish the pacing was a little better but other than that it was very good. I highly recommend to those who enjoy classic story retellings with a twist, as well as those who enjoy gothic romance vibes.

The Sound of Magic: 5

Trigger Warnings: SA, Bullying, Death, Neglect, Assault, Suicide, Mental breakdowns, Murder, Panic attacks, Abuse.

The Sound of Magic is a dark musical about a girl growing up in poverty having to raise her little sister after her parents both abandoned them, who lives her life only to make ends meet. She wanders into the nearby abandoned amusement park where rumors of a real magician are spreading. There she meets the magician who tries his best to convince her that magic is real and to not only believe but allow herself to have fun and not have to worry about anything even if it’s just for a moment. Her along with the top student at school, start to take lessons with the magician however not everything is as it seems when more rumors spread and more people start to go missing.

I absolutely loved this musical, it’s my first Korean musical and it exceeded every expectation I had. It was delightfully dark and mysterious while also being enchanting and magical. The storyline, singing, acting, it was all perfect. I only wish it had a few more episodes to cover some questions I had but overall it was spectacular and I highly recommend. Make sure to stay for after the credits on the final episode though, trust me.

Moonshine: 4

Trigger Warnings: Murder, Death, Violence, Drunkenness, Blood, PTSD, Anxiety Attack, Torture.

Moonshine is set during the alcohol prohibition in Joseon Era Korea. It follows low ranking noble who, after finding herself in debt, decides to secretly make and sell alcohol and an investigator who stubborn holds onto his beliefs. Due to circumstances the two end up living in the same home. They start off as enemies but as their paths begin to entangle, they find themselves working together, along with the mischievous prince and romantic daughter of the minister of war, to reveal the truth behind the prohibition and their pasts.

I really enjoyed this series, it has enemies to lovers, found family, mystery, tragedy, fun characterization, and great writing. I saw many say that this show is “just about alcohol” and that couldn’t be farther from the truth. This show is about the struggle of sticking to your beliefs and loving someone who has a different set of beliefs, how powerful people will manipulate and sacrifice whoever they can to become more powerful, and how nothing is truly as it seems. I ended up watching this whole series in three days and enjoyed every minute of it and it ended exactly as I had hoped which is a huge plus.

The Best Hit (Hit The Top): 5

Trigger Warnings: Terminal Illness

The Best Hit is a Comedy about a 90′s kpop idol who after a special storm, is teleported 20 years into the future where he discovers not only has he been missing for 19 years, but his family and friends all hate him because of his actions during that missing year. He know has to keep his identity a secret while trying to figure out exactly what happened that missing year to cause him to go missing. However, the longer he stays in the future the more he finds himself hesitant to go back.

(Spoilers ahead) Now hear me out, I know this show is on the controversial side because of the love triangle, but I genuinely enjoyed it. I loved the main lead with the girl, to me they had the most chemistry and the cutest scenes. I know a lot of people hated it because his “son” also had a crush on her and the age gap, but those feelings were never returned in the slightest, and they were both consenting adults who were physically and mentally the same age through wibbly wobbly timey whimey stuff. Not to mention, the main lead never even knew the mother or the son in his timeline and is from a completely different timeline (as seen when he can go back and see himself as well as he can exist in the future without affecting it). Plus the immediate ick and subsequent termination of any support of the son being with the girl the moment he told her that her feelings didn’t matter and that he would pursue her romantically no matter what she said. That just is disgusting to me, I don’t care how long you waited to tell her your feelings, her feelings are just as valid and important as yours, accept that she only sees you as a friend and move on. I saw a ton of people calling the couple disgusting and wrong and I just don’t see why, I mean he has less of an age gap even without the time skip than most “immortal falls for reborn love” kdrama which I also love dearly, don’t get me wrong. I think the winning couple was the best option and the ending was super cute. I do wish the son got with the female idol though, that was such a cute dynamic. (Spoilers end)

Okay, small rant over this show was hilarious, sad, and adorable. I enjoyed every second of it and binged it in only a few days. It had me on the edge of my seat wanting to see what happened next. I loved watching the characters become a family again. The romantic scenes were super cute and the funny scenes were my type of humor. Yoon shi yoon’s singing is also really great, I wasn’t expecting that but the song got stuck in my head for days. It’s got a lot of episodes but they are only about 30 minutes long so it’s perfect or a quick watch.

Your Honor: 4

Trigger Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture, SA, SH, Suicide, Abuse.

Your Honor is about two twins who lead very different lives; one is a cold, arrogant lawyer, the other is a criminal who loves too much. After the lawyer goes missing one night, the criminal takes the opportunity to make some money and change his life by pretending to be his twin. However, he soon begins to become too attached not only to his new identity but to the student lawyer under him. After his brother returns, he has to figure out how to lead his own life without falling back into his old lifestyle.

I know, I know. Two Shi-Yoon shows in a row? To that I say absolutely, he always does such a good job and sometimes I just wanna marathon new shows he stars in as they are always so good. (Also, I watched You Raise Me Up when it was airing so that one doesn’t count.) This show was no different, I love the drama that comes with the twins dynamic as more of the backstory gets revealed. I will say the court scenes are not at all accurate to the point of being laughable but it is very interesting. I thoroughly enjoyed watching all the ups and downs the plot goes through as the story carries on. I will say, I did give it a four due to how rushed the ending felt. I’m not saying it needed a super happy ending, I love my fair share of bittersweet endings, but this one really felt incomplete. I wish the characters got more closure than they did and that we had a proper interaction between the twins. Other than that, it was amazing and I highly recommend to those who enjoy drama, romance, humor, and a long watch for it has many episodes.

Clean with Passion for Now: 5

Trigger Warnings: OCD, Panic Attacks, Mysophobia, Self-harm, Suicide Attempt.

Clean with Passion for Now is a romantic comedy based off a webtoon of the same name. It is about Jang Sun-Gyeol, a man with mysophobia, and Gil O-Sol, a girl who is very messy. They start off disliking each other because of their views on cleanliness, but as they learn to understand each other and the struggles they both have to face, they begin to realize they gained feelings for each other.

This show was super cute! It’s like a perfect mixture of “My Shy Boss” and “I Am Not A Robot” both of which I adore. I feel like I just really like the trope of “Quiet, misunderstood CEO falls in love with struggling girl who is the exact opposite of him.” bonus points if they start off not liking each other and through a traumatic incident, realize each others struggles. The storyline was super cute, if a little gross and cringy in some scenes, and the characters were lovable, especially towards the end. The romance had me both laughing and awing, sometimes at the same time. I honestly liked all the versions of the love triangle, every ship had the potential and chemistry. My favorite scenes with no context are definitely the umbrella scene and the drunk scene. I did have a issue with how long the conflict took to be solved in comparison to how quickly it was solved and wrapped up. I wish the conflict could have gotten solved earlier, so we could have seen more of the wrap-up without it feeling as rushed as it did. Despite this, I really enjoyed watching and loved how it ended.

WebDrama

Blue Birthday: 4

Trigger Warnings: Suicide, Blood, Mourning, Murder, Gore, Self-harm.

Blue Birthday is a drama about a girl who lost her best friend and crush in high school, after getting some film developed from his camera years later she finds she can travel back in time to the day of the picture. Now she tries everything she can to make sure he survives but is she willing to pay the price of saving a life?

This show was really sad and kept you thinking about what could possibly come next. It was filled with twists and turns and I really enjoyed every second of it. It is super sad and dark so be careful when watching in case you are sensitive to any of the above triggers as it is graphic.

The Great Shaman Ga Doo Shim: 5

Trigger Warnings: Bullying, Suicide, SH, Murder, Demonic Possession.

The Great Shaman Ga Doo Shim is about a young girl who comes from a long line of powerful shaman, however she never wants to become one herself after witnessing the dangers and alienation that comes form the job. Unfortunately, she doesn’t get much of a choice as her mother transfers her to a school where the bottom ranking student always dies of mysterious causes. Causes that could only be an evil spirit. Now she and the schools top student, who she gives shaman abilities after her grandmother possesses him, must figure out how to stop the slaughter of their fellow classmates before they all die.

This webdrama was amazing! I loved every moment of it and binge watched it in less than a day. I adore the relationship between the characters and the way the shaman powers are shown both humorously and also dramatically so that you understand that it’s a burdensome power but without making the show too dark. I will say I was thrown for a loop when (slight spoiler) we find out that Woo-soo’s future vision ability is not a shaman ability at the very last episode and it never explains why he has such an ability. My personal headcanon is that he always had it and that’s why the grandmother chose him, cause she knew he would be a powerful shaman and aid as he already had powers of his own. (spoiler end) There is a cute little puppy love romance that is so satisfying and the friendships are all adorable though I wish they actually explained how the highest ranking and lowest ranking classmates became close friends. Like they are so protective over each other and they talk like there’s a story only to brush it off when asked and it’s never actually explained. I just wish there was more explanation in general but I guess that’s what you get when you watch a webdrama. They don’t have enough time to explain everything so you’re left with so many questions, or maybe I just over think. Anyway, I adore this show and recommend to those who love supernatural stuff, drama, puppy love romance, and some cool but subtle super powers.

#kdrama review #kdrama #netflix #web drama #blue birthday #hotel del luna #you raise me up #the sound of magic #moonshine #the best hit #hit the top #Your honor #the great shaman ga doo shim #clean with passion for now

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A Wonderful Christmas Time

Pairing: Frank Adler x fem!Reader

Words: ~1.6k

Summary: Frank knows he shouldn’t let anything start up with you, but it’s Christmas.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, cream pie, cock warming), neighbor AU, sexually aggressive reader (but Frank’s into it), Mary and Roberta being sneaky, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This is my second entry for the always enjoyable happy hoelidays challenge hosted by the lovely @stargazingfangirl18 @drabblewithfrannybarnes and @navybrat817. My prompts were Holiday dinner, inconvenient attraction, and “I’m gonna climb you like a Christmas tree”. Writing Frank is such a treat, I really should do it more.

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Frank was gripping his fork so hard he was worried he was going to bend the metal, trying to keep his expression neutral as he watched you laugh lightly at the joke Mary had just told.

When Roberta told him she was going to be inviting another tenant to her little Christmas dinner, he didn’t know what he’d expected. You were the only other person in their little neighborhood that wasn’t traveling to visit family, of course Roberta would invite you so you weren’t all by yourself.

It didn’t help that she’d been trying to get the two of you together pretty much ever since you moved in, recommending him for all the little home repairs of yours that came up and telling you all about Frank’s sweet tooth so every time you baked something you came prancing over to his place in some tiny little sundress and a covered dish that smelled almost as good as you did. Never mind that you were friends with Mary’s old teacher, Bonnie, and that break up had been a spectacular shit show that he definitely didn’t want a repeat of.

But damn, you were so fucking cute. Mary loved you too, especially since you had an extensive library of science fiction and comic books that you were totally willing to let her borrow from whenever she wanted. So now every time she came home with some new book she was also talking about how awesome you were and how Frank should quit being so cranky and just invite you over for dinner already.

He was having trouble coming up with any more good reasons why he should keep putting you off, especially when you leaned over the table to help Roberta clear everything off and gave him a little wink. Mary got up to lend a hand too, kicking Frank under the table until he finally grabbed some of the dishes and followed her into the kitchen.

“Everything was so good Roberta, thank you so much for inviting me.” You grinned at her as you helped put everything into containers while she scrubbed the pots and pans. “Don’t think I’ll need to eat anything else for at least a week.”

“I should be thanking you, honey, that cake was amazing.” Roberta gave Frank a knowing grin when his eyes lingered on you bending over in front of the fridge a little longer than was strictly necessary. “We’re just lucky Frank here didn’t eat the whole damn thing.”

“Well, I’ll just have to send some home with him, then.” You were killing him, squeezing his arm playfully as you moved behind him and huffing out another soft laugh when he just grunted in response. How the hell were you still single? If someone else didn’t snap you up soon he didn’t know what he was going to do with himself. “Oh geez, it’s already 10, I’ve gotta get home.”

“Ok, well take some ham.” Roberta thrust a pile of containers into your arms before turning to Frank. “Be a gentleman and walk her home, Frank. Mary can help me finish up here.”

“Yeah Frank, be a gentleman.” Mary cut him off before he had the chance to protest, giving him a smirk when he grumbled as he took his own armload of leftovers.

The two of them almost shoved you both out the door with a pair of conspiratorial grins, Frank avoiding making eye contact with you as you walked towards your trailer, but failing because of course you wanted to chat with him.

“I didn’t get a chance to thank you for fixing my water pump last week, Frank.” You beamed at him and knocked your hip playfully against his as the two of you walked side by side.

“It was nothing.” He sighed when you drifted close to him again, trying to not be too obvious when he turned his head to sniff your hair. “Your baking is thanks enough.”

“If you say so.” You kicked your gate open and let him move past you to open your front door, still giving him that warm grin that made him feel a little achy in his chest. “But I feel like I still owe a little something, especially during the holidays.”

“No, it’s really fine.” He ducked under some tinsel so he could load the Tupperware into your fridge, trying not to jump when he turned around and you were standing right in front of him. “I… I really don’t mind. I’d do it for anyone.” He lied, he was suddenly very warm.

“You’re adorable.” You bit your lip as you gazed at him, stepping a little closer and chuckling when his breath hitched. “I’m gonna climb you like a Christmas Tree.”

“What?”

The only answer you gave was to literally pounce on him, swallowing his surprised yelp when you smashed your lips to his and wrapped your limbs around him. Frank crashed backwards into your fridge and almost tumbled over your kitchen table before he was able to catch his balance, his surprised whine turning into a deep growl once he came back to himself and slamming you into the wall as he rolled his body against yours.

“Wait… shit, hold on.” Frank screwed his eyes closed as he pulled back, a smile tugging at his lips when you let out a needy little sound and tried to pull him close again. “Should we really be doing this? What about Bonnie?”

“Who?” You leaned forward to suck on his neck and he groaned, his cock aching as it grew even harder while your fingers curled around the back of his head.

“Your friend? My… oh god.” His knees almost buckled when you slid your hands under the collar of his shirt and started to undo his buttons, your fingertips brushing over his nipples and pinching them softly in a way that had his cock jumping in the confines of his jeans. “My ex?”

“Right, Bonnie.” You licked a slow stripe over his throat before bringing your face back to his, brushing your lips over his and purring as you started to undo his belt. “We’re not that close.”

“Oh that’s… mmm, that’s great.” He slid his hands up your thighs and under the hem of your dress while you traced his lips with your tongue, humming at the lovely feeling of your soft skin under his calloused fingertips before dragging your dress over your head. “Fantastic really.”

You moaned agreement into his mouth as his fingers teased over the soaked cotton of your panties, gasping when he pulled them tight against your clit before shoving them to the side at the same time you wrapped your hand around his cock. He hissed when he finally slid inside you, crashing his lips to yours and digging his fingers into your waist as he lost himself in the soft, wet warmth of you wrapped around him.

As soon as he started moving you both whined, your mouths still molded to each other as his hips slowly thrust into you. The feeling of your tight little cunt clenching around him once he finally bottomed out was going to drive him insane, all his self control going into not just slamming into you mindlessly when you let out a soft moan against his lips.

“More, Frank, please.” You wound your arms around his neck and arched your body into his when he ground right against your clit, biting at his lips and groaning when his tongue curled against yours. “I can take it.”

“Fuck, I bet you can.” Frank purred and grinned when you yanked on his hair, giving a singular, vicious drive of his hips that had you keening into his mouth. “Should probably give it to you then, it is Christmas.”

Your pleased laugh turned into a yelp when he finally started pistoning into you, his hands on your waist keeping you in place as he drove his cock into you at a violent pace that made you clench your teeth together. Frank buried his face in your neck and let out a soft grunt against your skin each time his hips met yours, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin in between soft presses of his lips to your throat that were in sharp contrast to the way he was pounding you into the wall but only served to make you melt into him even further as you let go of your control.

He felt your throat vibrate with a small whimper as you started to flutter around him, his lips pulling back from his teeth so he could nip at your throat as you curled your body tighter around him. Your whole body seized when you came apart on his cock, your muscles quivering and releasing wildly as you sobbed into his hair. The feeling of your release soaking his cock had him following right after you, his teeth digging into the edge of your jaw to muffle his shout as he spilled his cum inside you with stuttering jabs of his hips while your sweet cunt milked him for everything he could give you.

As soon as you were both finished you were sagging to the floor, Frank falling backwards to lay down and letting you lean your face against his chest as you both tried to regulate your breathing.

“Merry Christmas, Frank.” You grinned softly when he pressed his lips to the top of your head, nuzzling into his chest hair and purring happily.

“Merry Christmas.” He traced his fingers over your spine lazily as he let his own smile split his face. “Pretty sure those two meddlers back at Roberta’s are gonna say the exact same thing.”

#natalie writes #frank adler #happyhoelidays2021 #frank adler x you #frank adler x female reader #frank adler x reader #frank adler x y/n #frank adler fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans character #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

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“Move the plans”

Pairing: Florence Pugh x actress!reader (platonic)

Summary: Florence tells you to cancel your plans when she ends up in New York.

Warnings: Nothing really bad. Mentions lactose intolerance? Idk if that’s sensitive to people. Probably some spelling errors.

A/n: Hello darlings! I’m back from my unannounced break. I decided to write a platonic Florence fic because she’s a sweetheart and I loved her as Yelena! Also for those who follow me, don’t worry, I will be working on a sequel to my Tom Holland “Sour” fic!! But for now, please enjoy this fic!😚💕

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You stood backstage in front of a mirror, looking at your appearance and making sure there were no wrinkles on the dress you wore. Your hairstylist was behind you, fluffing your hair and managing the stray baby hairs on your head. You were currently at NBC Studios in New York City, about to do an interview with the infamous, Jimmy Fallon. Tingles buzzed through your skin as you heard the cheers and music from the stage. Jimmy’s voice can be heard faintly backstage, only adding to your growing excitement.

The sound of heels clicking approached you, it took less than a second for you to feel the warm presence of Florence behind you. The both of you were starring in the upcoming Black Widow movie alongside Scarlett Johansson; after months of working together and spending days hanging out, you and Florence had become very close friends. She was, without a doubt, your favorite person in the world. Since the moment you met her, she had always been the most sweetest and caring person you’ve ever met—and you were proud to say you had her in your corner.

You met Flo’s eyes in the mirror and bright smiles were instantly on your faces. Turning around, you open your arms wide, and wrap them around her. Bear hugs were a must in your friendship with Flo, you both just loved receiving hugs from each other.

“Ahhh! I told you that dress would be perfect for tonight, you look stunning!” She squealed, tightening her arms around you. A day before Jimmy Fallon, you and Flo had been at your place with your stylist, picking out which dress you should wear for the interview. The dress was casual, but the color was so ever vibrant that it made the dress pop.

You pulled out the hug and looked at what she was wearing. Her gorgeous blonde hair was curled into loose locks and her dress was just as vibrant as yours. The pink of her dress and the orange (yellowish?) of yours complimented each other. Which coincidentally enough, was a parallel of your lovely friendship with Florence.

“Me? Flo, you look gorgeous! I’m so obsessed with this look!” You help her twirl, hyping her up as she showed off her outfit. After sneaking in a little mirror selfie and posting it onto Instagram, the two of you were given a five minute warning from one of the crew members. You and Flo were moved to stand behind the curtain, waiting for your cues to walk onto the stage.

While the two of you were getting mic’d up, Florence leaned closer to you.

“Can I be completely honest with you?” She mumbled, her stare remaining on the curtain before her. Your brow raises in curiosity as your head slightly turns to look at her.

“Of course, hun. What’s up?” You ask, your attention on her. She sighs and leans even closer so only you can hear her.

“I feel like I’m about to shit my pants.” She admits, swallowing nervously. Your mouth gapes, “Did you have iced coffee too?”

Flo’s face scrunches up in confusion, “N-no! That was me telling you I was nervous! Did you have iced coffee?” She fully turns to look at you and judging by the look of guilt plastered across your face, you did in fact have iced coffee.

“Maybe?” You answer, though it came out more like a question. Florence rolls her eyes at you.

“(Y/n), how many times do you have to be reminded that you’re lactose intolerant?” She scolded you.

You scoff, holding a hand up at her, “Trust me, I’m reminded every time I sit on a toilet.” You shake your head, trying to refocus the conversation.

“This isn’t about my poor digestive system—why are you nervous?”

She sighs, “I don’t know why I’m so nervous, I’m used to doing interviews and stuff. But I haven’t been on Jimmy Fallon, and there’s an audience out there and I don’t want to mess up or accidentally spoil the movie.”

You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “You may be British, but you’re not Tom Holland. You won’t spoil anything.” You start. She quickly shoots you a look that screams, “you’re not helping”. You make a gesture physically telling her that you’re getting to the point.

“You’re going to be fine! I mean you did Jimmy Kimmel right? This shouldn’t be that different, it’s the same thing—just different studios, in different states, and different Jimmy’s.” You point out. She nods along as you continue, “Plus, I’m gonna be up there with you. You won’t be alone.”

With the help of your reassurance and witty little comments, Florence felt her anxiousness simmer down. They weren’t completely gone but the fact that you were gonna be up there together made her relax more. Being part of Marvel had its pros and cons. Sure, the movies are spectacular and the actors are outstanding. Though when it comes to doing promo for said movies, it can be quite stressful. It’s a known fact that Marvel and it’s executives can be quite strict when it comes to interviews with anyone involved in the making of their films—their strictness made sense, although for first time MCU members, it took some getting used to.

Florence smiles at you, “Thank you.”

You playfully nudge her shoulder with yours, “Don’t worry about it.” You say with a kind smile.

The wholesome moment was interrupted by one of the stagehands telling you and Florence that the two of you were on in 15 seconds.

“Our guests tonight are making their big MCU debut in the new Black Widow film, please welcome (Y/n) (L/n) and Florence Pugh!”

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“So in the movie, there’s three of you guys—where’s the other one?” Jimmy asked, motioning his hand to the small space between you and Flo.

“She’s at home I believe.” Florence answered, glancing at you. “She’s busy doing stuff, you know—adult things.” She added.

You took the opportunity to make a joke and said, “Yet here we are promoting her movie.” You roll your eyes playfully. The crowd bursts out laughing, along with Jimmy, who smacked his desk.

“You know, we deserve a raise for this.” Flo considers, going along with your joke. She slightly snorts and nudges your arm with her elbow. “We could take Scarlett’s check and just split it in half for ourselves.”

“Problem solved.” You shrugged, high fiving her.

Another round of laughs fill the room as Jimmy says, “So you’re both taking Scarlett’s money?”

Jokingly, you nod in approval, “By the end of this interview? Definitely.”

Dropping the bit, you shake your head with a grin on your face. “I’m kidding! I’m only joking, I wouldn’t do that to her, even if I were forced to.”

Jimmy moves on as a picture of you, Florence, and Scarlett pops up on the screen. The picture had been posted on your Instagram and was taken while the three of you were filming in between takes. You were taking the selfie while Scarlett and Florence were poking their heads out from behind you making funny faces.

“I can’t imagine how exciting it is to be on a Marvel set, and to even work with one of the first ever heroes in the MCU—that must be insane!” Jimmy exclaims, motioning to another picture of the three of you.

“It’s unbelievable. To work alongside Scarlett and to follow this kind of path that she’s paved in the MCU is an honor. She really was like our older sister behind the scenes, because she was always guiding us and taking care of everyone. She’s the best.” Florence responded while you nodded in agreement.

“I watched the movie last night and one of the things I enjoyed the most was the dynamic the three of you had. You guys were like actual siblings.” Jimmy mentioned, motioning between you and Flo.

Florence giggled before squeezing you into a tight hug, “Yeah, she’s my big sister.” You smiled beamingly, patting her cheek before she let go.

“No, really! She’s like my actual younger sister.” You tell the audience, who “awed” at the hug you both shared. “We spent months on this movie and we spent every single day with each other. By the middle of production, we were basically roommates.”

“Roommates?” Jimmy questioned, leaning his elbows on his desk.

“Because I was always at her house.” Florence answered in a ‘duh’ tone. “I’ve actually grown an attachment to (Y/n), she’s like my comfort blanket. So I need to have her with me at all times. If she’s not with me, I just won’t leave the house.”

“Speaking of your attachment to (Y/n), there’s this video of you that you apparently sent her?” Jimmy gestured at you, “And you posted it on your Instagram and now the whole internet is obsessed with it.”

“Yup, that’s the one.” You confirmed.

“I know there’s probably some people who haven’t seen it, so here’s the video.” The video of Florence popped up on the screen and began to play.

(This fic was based on this TikTok😭)

Jimmy looked at you and Florence in amusement, “Can we get some context?”

Florence waved her hand at the screen and said, “As you can all see, I’m very persistent.”

“This wasn’t your first time sending her these kinds of videos?” Jimmy asked. You shook your head, a feign look of annoyance on your face.

“No, she does this all the time.”

“In my defense, I was unexpectedly flying out to New York for a project. I knew I was gonna be in the city for a few days, so I decided to call (Y/n) and make the most of my trip.” Flo defended herself, slightly pouting.

You leaned your head on her shoulder, “To be fair, it was also our first time seeing each other since we wrapped Black Widow, and we really missed each other.”

“(Y/n), did you have to move any plans?” Jimmy turns to you. Florence does the same.

“You know what, you never told me if you had plans or not.” She squints her eyes at you. Your arms crossed while your body slowly sunk into the couch.

You pretend to fix your lipstick, quickly muttering, “I might’ve moved some plans around.”

Florence’s mouth gapes in shock, her entire body freezing. She grips onto your shoulder, “Wait, you actually moved plans for me?”

“I might’ve rescheduled a lunch with someone, but that doesn’t really matter.” You replied, trying to move on from the topic. Jimmy pointed at you, a giant grin on his face, “You actually moved plans for Florence!”

Florence’s mouth was still wide in shock, “I can’t believe you actually moved plans for me—(Y/n)!” She whined.

“I missed seeing you, so of course I had to move them.” You bashfully explained, the corners of your lips turning upwards. Florence pulled you into a hug.

“Gosh, you really do love me!” She exclaimed.

“I really do!” You said, your arms wrapping around her as well.

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