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demonsandco · 3 years

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I searched through your blog and I'm honestly so surprised you don't have more Simeon content. That being said, if you're still doing it, can I get the WHOLE smut alphabet for Simeon?

You’re right! It’s a shame cause he’s very much one of my favorites now that we get to see more of him in game! Normally I wouldn’t do the entire alphabet like this because it’s… a lot, but Simeon deserves it uwu. This is nearly 3000 words, which makes it my longest post yet by a long shot!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Simeon is such a sweetheart after sex. He’s not actually sleepy, but his limbs feel like jelly and he’s full of so many soft, loving emotions. All he wants to do is keep his partner close in his arms, slyly stealing kisses from their lips and whispering words of love in their ear. He’s not eager to get up or move at all, but he’s willing to have a bath or grab some water if they join him. Sex leaves him feeling rather emotional and vulnerable, and he really just wants to feel them near him and hear their voice.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Simeon’s favorite part of his body is his hands. He wears gloves often to protect them, leaving his skin feeling so soft and smooth. He’s a very hands on type of person, and he’s quite skilled with them, too. One of his favorite things to do during sex is run his hands up and down his partner’s sides, feeling their warmth under his palms.

In turn, Simeon loves every part of their body. If he had to pick just one part, though, it would be their eyes. He’s a firm believer in the saying that “eyes are the windows to the soul” and he could lose himself in their gaze. He’s fond of maintaining eye contact, watching their expression shift as they get close and memorising the different shades and tones that make up their eye color.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Simeon cums so much, both in quantity and frequency, but he hates the messiness of it. It feels good in the moment, but it gets cold and sticky way too quickly for his liking. He really likes to see his partner covered in his cum, as though he marked them as his in a way only the two of them would know about, but he’s always quick to help clean them up before it gets uncomfortable.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Simeon really doesn’t have anything that he would call a dirty secret. All the sexual experiences he’s had in the past have been quite tame and he’s very much not the type of person to feel ashamed about his past actions or keep them secret. He’s an open book when it comes to relationships and sex.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Contrary to popular belief, angels are allowed to have sex. As long as it doesn’t impact their duties, angels can do whatever they want with their private lives, and Simeon very much took advantage of that. He’s had quite a few partners in the past, especially before the war took place. His original rank as a Seraph gave him a lot of popularity among other angels. His experiences have taught him a lot about how to make his partner feel good in many different ways, but he never really had the chance to figure out what he enjoys. There’s a huge opportunity for them to experiment with his body and to teach him more than just the basics.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Simeon is really open to experimenting and trying out new positions, so he doesn’t have just one favorite. However, the positions he enjoys most are ones where he can see his partner’s face, especially if the position lets him pull them against his chest when he feels the need for closeness. He’s open to just about any position, though, even if it seems rather absurd at first.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Simeon isn’t goofy enough to ruin the moment, but his playful nature definitely shines through. If he’s in bed with someone, that means he feels close to them emotionally, too, so he feels comfortable enough to not stay serious all the time. Sometimes things go wrong in the moment or something silly gets said out loud on accident. He doesn’t see anything wrong with laughing it off or jokingly teasing each other. He’s good at telling when the mood allows for some laughs and when some composure is necessary.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Being an angel, Simeon’s body is almost entirely hairless. Besides the hair on his head, the only other hair on him is a small patch above his cock and a very faint happy trail. He doesn’t enjoy the feel of shaving, but he does keep it very neatly trimmed at all times. Colour wise, it matches the hair on his head perfectly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Simeon is quite romantic in the moment. Love and intimacy are very important aspects of sex to him, and that comes through in most of his actions. His pace, his preferred positions, everything reflects that intimacy that he craves. Through it all, he’s sweet talking to his partner, letting them know how good they make him feel, how important they are to him, and how much he loves them. He knows he might come across as too intense, but he wants to make sure they know that sex isn’t just about the physical aspect for him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Simeon rarely, if ever, feels the need to masturbate. Without a partner, sex really isn’t something he thinks about often, and if he does have a partner, he’d much rather take care of his need with them, rather than on his own. If he does end up jacking off, though, he always ends up fantasising about them, and he finds that he can’t actually cum without imagining them being there with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Unsurprisingly, Simeon has a corruption kink. It came as a huge shock to him when he first realised it, but something about having his sweet little human tempt him and lead him down a path of “sin” excites him. It feeds into his rebellious nature that he constantly tries to control. It gives him a rush of adrenaline whenever they convince him to do something shameful or lewd and he finds himself enjoying it and even craving more instead of actually feeling shame.

As well, Simeon also has a massive praise kink. He always strives to please his partner as best as he can and getting positive reinforcement, something he rarely hears normally, sends shocks of pleasure shooting down his spine. The more praise he gets, the more eager he is to be good. If he’s being bratty, praising his good behavior in the past gets him to behave much quicker than a “punishment” would.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Simeon’s preferred location is either his or his partner’s room. It’s a place that feels safe and familiar, while also offering privacy. They can take as much time as they want and be as loud as they feel like without having to worry about anyone bursting in.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Getting Simeon turned on is pretty easy. All his partner needs to do is be direct with their advances. Their boldness excites him. He isn’t the type of person to get turned on by seemingly innocent actions, so their intent needs to be clear. That, alongside some suggestive touches, is more than enough to get him in the mood.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Simeon is usually open to trying anything once and there’s not a lot that he’s opposed to, but he is very serious with his boundaries. He refuses to allow sex with his partner to start impacting his day to day life. Skipping classes, missing meetings, or even risking being late to something, even if it’s not important, in favor of sex is a big no for him. He makes his boundaries very clear from the start, and will quickly become harsh if his partner doesn’t respect them.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Simeon has almost no experience in oral, giving or receiving, but it quickly becomes one of his favorite things. He could spend hours between his partner’s thighs without getting bored. While he’s rather hesitant and unsure at first, he’s very skilled at reading their reactions and starts adjusting his technique to make them feel as good as possible.

He doesn’t enjoy receiving quite as much, but he still loves it! It’s so easy for his partner to make him cum or overstimulate him with just their mouth. The warm wetness of their mouth feels divine and their breath is so hot against his skin, he can’t help but cum embarrassingly quickly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Simeon greatly enjoys taking his time with his partner, keeping a slow and sensual pace and exploring every inch of their body with his mouth and hands. He’s not a fan of rushing, even as he gets closer to his peak, he keeps his pace steady, his body molding against theirs. He’s not opposed to going faster if they prefer that, but his favorite pace will always be slow and intimate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Simeon is not a fan of quickies. He’ll be open to trying it at least once, but he knows from the start that it’s not his cup of tea. The whole thing just feels so rushed and impersonal to him. The most important part of sex to him is the intimacy and emotional connections, and quickies feel very lacking in comparison. If anything, they leave him craving his partner even more than before.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Simeon is very open to experimenting and he’s always excited to learn and experience new things. He’s willing to try anything once, even if it’s something that he’s pretty sure he won’t enjoy. The idea of taking risks also interests him, but it needs to only be a perceived risk for him to participate. Something like messing around in an empty classroom at RAD is exciting, but it needs to be afterhours when the school is empty and the door has to be locked for him to feel comfortable.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Simeon’s stamina is not the best, at least at first. He can go for more rounds than the average human just because he’s an angel, but he’s so unbelievably sensitive that the rounds themselves are rather short. It’s been so long since he’s had anyone touch him sexually that he ended up cumming in his pants the first time he was with his partner. With time, his stamina will improve drastically, probably to the point where he could easily outlast them, but he needs some practice to get there.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys aren’t something Simeon has ever really thought about using or has ever owned. When he sees the huge variety of toys that exist, he feels excited to try them out, mostly relying on his partner’s preferences and recommendations to pick some. He quickly learns that he really enjoys having them use different toys on him and, in turn, he loves the new opportunities the toys give him when it comes to pleasuring them in return. The possessive, prideful part of him that is usually buried very much prefers making his partner feel good on his own, without toys to help, but most of the time, he doesn’t mind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The first time he teases his partner, it’s entirely accidental, his habit of going slow and taking his time exploring their body ends up making him tease them. Once he sees the way it makes them feel, though, he starts doing it on purpose, wanting to see more of their reactions. He’ll relent, with a smug little smile on his face, if they start begging, but until then, he plays the innocent card, pretending not to realise what he’s doing.

As much as he likes to dish it out, Simeon really can’t take much teasing. He’s so sensitive and desperate that he’ll start begging immediately, willing to do anything just to feel more of their touch.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Simeon is naturally very loud and he lets out the prettiest sounds. At first, he tries to muffle them and keep his volume down. He talks quite a bit, at least while he’s still able to form coherent thoughts, and loves to whisper sweet things to his partner in a breathy tone. The closer he gets to cumming, the more his words devolve into delicate gasps and high pitched moans. When he cums, he lets out the longest, breathiest whine that no amount of gritting his teeth or covering his mouth could smother. He’s very vocal throughout, and without some sort of soundproofing, his voice can very much be heard through the walls.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Simeon has a hard time controlling his wings during sex. He can’t focus hard enough to keep them hidden and they tend to have a mind of their own, fluttering and puffing up depending on how he feels. They’re quite sensitive in the moment too, especially at the base. In the end, he finds himself wrapping his wings around his partner as he pulls them close, keeping them warm and safe under his feathers. Unfortunately, this usually means that the bed is covered in feathers from all his flapping and wiggling.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Simeon has such a pretty cock, so perfectly smooth that it almost looks like a drawing rather than an actual dick. He’s large enough to be impressive without seeming intimidating, with just enough girth to feel like a stretch, but not be painful. It’ll still take some prep for his partner to take him, but it won’t be too difficult with some patience and plenty of lube.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Simeon’s libido isn’t very high at all, and sex isn’t something that’s on his mind constantly. What matters to him most is spending quality time with his partner, regardless of what they’re doing together. They usually need to be the one to actually initiate things, since he has no qualms with pushing down his need to avoid ruining the moment. With how much he values physical touch, it’s not hard for cuddles to become something more, and as long as there’s time for it, Simeon will never say no.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex doesn’t exactly leave him feeling sleepy, but it does make him feel extraordinarily relaxed. He tends to follow his partner’s lead, staying awake longer if they don’t plan to sleep right away. With how warm and soft he feels, though, he has no trouble falling asleep quickly, cuddling them close to his chest to absorb more of their body heat. If it’s up to him, he prefers to share some casual pillow talk together, before falling asleep soon after. If he can avoid having to get up and be functional, he will.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me simeon #obey me smut #smut alphabet #lime time #anon ily this was a wonderful ask #it took fucking ages to finish tho lmao

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flipsideds · 4 years

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“ oh, haha... ” a default response to a very non-default situation –– a little post-show, barside rendez-vous with an older man who insists nour has been singing to directly to him the entire night. “ flirting ? i... ”

gentle eyes gloss over the banquet hall’s dimmed lights, bright smiles, flickering electric candles... “ . . . what’s that ? ” and then he’s off, gin and tonic in hand. three strides and it’s already half-drained. yikes.

or, alternatively : greetings loved ones!! my name is linc ( 21 / est / she/her ) and here is the ever so graceful, ever so unintentionally magnetic nour al-busiri! below the cut you’ll find a messy run-down. i am so excited to plot & write with all of you !!

( i’m scheduled for a tonsillectomy tomorrow so i’m gonna be so grateful for the distraction, y’all have no idea. )

if you want some great mood-setters for this beb’s backstory / insight into his soul, slap on some jacob collier, kevin garrett, or charlie burg ‘n let’s get cookin’ !

so this is all copy-pasted from a discord chat with devon bc i improvised nour’s entire life story over a span of... 10 minutes ?? bahaha pls enjoy i apologize in advance. ( i also put this in normal text size bc it is v long and i don’t want anyone hurting their eyes !! protect dem beautiful retinas <3 )

h i s t o r y .

his parents met in grade school in egypt, but then didn't reconnect until their masters studies crossed paths in london... immediately fell head over heels again ( had they been searching for one another in crowds since being 6-7 years old?? maybe... ). graduated top of their class, accepted job offers in london in the biopharmaceutical realm. but then. when nour was 3...

they were involved in a freak monorail accident on their way back from a science conference in amsterdam. the babysitter paid 80 quid to watch the kids for two nights became their sole protector in this world. british authorities had trouble contacting other kin, but managed to reach mr. al-busiri's mother, rashida, who was still living in dahab with her second husband, zaim.

the al-busiri's came from old money. so off nour goes ( and potentially his older bro if i decide he exists... potential wc with a rami malek fc tbh ) to live in the city which, unbeknownst to him, sparked his parents' storybook love.

so nour grows up in this like... picturesque seaside childhood. collects shells. bonds with his grandmother and her husband. they encourage him with school, etc. but he quickly shows that he excels at maths and... music? wow. that's unexpected. gets his first piano at 5. first guitar at 6. by 8 1/2, he's managed to hodge-podge together a little recording studio for himself in his bedroom, and he's constantly serenading his friends at school.

( death tw / illness tw ) then comes zaim's stroke. he lives for four months after, but he loses his ability to speak. his motor skills deteriorate. nour and his grandmother do their best to tend to him –– she's already about 40% down the macular degeneration path, but hasn't told him yet that her vision's going. so 10 y/o nour does what he does best: unconditional love and support, delivered through the gift of song. zaim dies after requesting his favorite song: 'blackbird' by the beatles, sung in verses alternating from english to arabic.

after, it's just nour and rashida against the world ( maybe his brother too bergorghre if i decide he's a thing ) . rashida's forced to come clean about her vision the day she can't for the life of her find the bloody pen she just put down so she can finish signing off on nour's choir trip permission slip. ( it's right next to her, to her left, just out of her closing field of vision. ) things progress more rapidly after that. by the time nour's 16, his grandmother is legally blind. it's not an uncommon sight to see him at the markets or strolling along the beach with her on his arm. she refuses canes as long as nour's around. ( “ don't rob me of my youth, nuri-nuri [ my light ] ” )

despite her growing dependency on him, she encourages him to apply to unis all over the globe. by the time college apps roll around, nour is somewhat of a local household name: he plays summer concerts, coffee shops, and is even asked to play at his teacher's wedding ceremony –– and his neighbor's cat funeral.

acceptances roll in. julliard. berkeley. chicago school of music. he chooses chicago, because there's someone there. someone he connected with online a few years back, a friend, but... could turn into something more. this hopeless romantic heedlessly ventures off to find out if this boy in chicago might... be someone. something more.

spoiler alert: he gets to chicago, starts music school. and each meet-up they set? gets pushed. sometimes it's traffic. a cold. transit trouble. can't get work off, sorry. things with ma are really tough. the excuses kept coming but... nour's naive. he believes every word. but in his second year of uni, things....... start getting suspicious. by chance, he spots this man in the window of a coffee shop downtown. overjoyed, he texts as much. but ... messages go read and unanswered. phone calls dwindle.

his music suffers. so does his muse. so much so that he's tempted to drop out, to throw in the towel, to just...... go back home. he speaks with his grandmother each day on the phone. she's doing well, stop worrying, nuri-nuri, your uncle is taking good care of me. nour goes on dates. thinks about chicago boy. thinks about him a lot.

he's 20 when it happens. sat on a stage in a little dive bar, tuning his acoustic guitar for an opening number, and there. those eyes. he knows them.

they talk after the show, in the alley. share a cigarette. and it's almost like... maybe things are finally clicking. maybe this is finally their shot.

except chicago boy ( neil ) says they have to stop talking. that he had to just... see nour for himself. see that he's real. hear him sing, and... move on. nour doesn't buy it. pushes back. asks why the hell neil'd come out now only to slink back to the shadows. things get heated. neil yells. and the men... the men who hear and come running ? they think nour is the cause of it all.

( hate crime tw, violence tw ) how many kicks does it take to break to the center of a broken heart ? twelve. how many broken ribs does it take to immobilize a probably terrorist, dude ? four. shattered wrist. snapped ankle. broken arm. cracked skull. and neil scuttles off like nour's bad meat. bad blood. like he asked for this.

chicago school of music receives a call from weiss memorial three days later.

nour never gets his degree. he breaks his apartment lease. flies home after he heals, spends a year with his grandmother and uncle. just... creating. writing, playing, trying to fill that void with something. but then things with his uncle get heated. he wants to put his own mother in a home, sell the estate, pocket the cash. nour fights it, but he's got no legal bearing.

the nursing home concept never takes hold, though, because his grandmother's still sharp as shit and refuses to sign anything nour doesn't read first. eventually the uncle grows tired of fighting and stops trying, just... slinks back to his husband and keeps his mouth shut. nour's grandmother pressures him to go back to chicago, make that city wish he never left. take back his own story. together they work to find a live-in aide they trust. freshly 22, nour ventures back to the city that broke him.

he finds cheap housing, a gig. the malnati, seems legit. good money. good exposure. and then he meets @ryderxmms –– they form one night stand. when not scheduled for malnati banquets, you can find nour providing vocals ( and occasional keys ) in the dive bars / parties the band lands gigs at.

g e n e r a l .

nour creates like food and drink don’t exist, sunlight is an illusion, and all the human body needs for sustenance is sound. he can find his way around just about any instrument under the sun, but his main poisons are piano, acoustic guitar, and digital recording tools –– think jacob collier and you’re right on the money.

actually, i’m stealing a lot of jacob collier discography and pegging it as his creations. this kid’s got an experimental sound and loves it.

he grew up speaking english and arabic equally, but because he learned english in london and then continued in egypt, he does have a mild brit-arab accent. it’s v cute, i promise.

looks like he’d be a total lothario, yeah ?? but. he’s so shy ? so sweet ? get him on a stage and he’s shameless but plop him in a bar and eye him up and he’ll honestly just smile nervously and pretend you’re looking at someone else.

love languages : singing to his succulents and plants before his 5am morning runs. facetime calls at times least convenient for him, but most convenient for you. little notes written on napkins, smiley face doodles included. candy bars. lingering a little longer in doorways after saying hello, just to see you smile.

he’s got major water sign vibes. birthday comin’ up in march, woot woot !!

he often wears very simple statement pieces. he likes rings, crystal pendants, leather bracelets. soft tees layered with embroidered jackets, metallic blazers. somehow he pulls off mixed media and crazy prints that should never go together ? he just... is so easy breezy.

he often wears his hair wild ‘n curly, unless the gig he’s got mandates a more streamlined look.

falls in love.... 14 times a day ?? really.

has a scar across his left temple from the incident with neil. will probably write it off as a bike riding accident. ( he doesn’t know how to ride a bike. )

don’t let him cook ever, okay ?? unless you want him to literally do this.

pls come at me for all the plots ? i’m so open for all the things !!! y’all got me on discord, so feel free to slide on into my dms. i promise i will be so thrilled <3

#intro.#☼ –– gimme that afterglow ! inspo.

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chrysolina · 6 years

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Fallen for you

Ask - @m-a-t-91 Hi could u do a STEVE Rogers x reader something where he’s super flirty with her always complementing her and hinting he likes her etc she doesn’t think anything about it etc she finally realizes it and they end up together please 💖

Summary - A memoir the three times Steve tried to show or tell you how he felt and the one time he succeeded.

Word count - 3.7k (yikes I got carried away)

Warnings - Fluff - so much fluff, lovesick post! IW Steve, kisses and drunken assholes mentioned

M A S T E R L I S T

Steve wasn’t too sure on a lot of things post-defreezing; he just didn't understand modern-day anythings. From technology to people to society in general, things had changed so drastically on most days he felt swamped and totally unable to anything but nod or sit in silence - that was until the accords came around and he knew things hadn’t changed completely in the 70 years he spent as an icicle.

The whole political debate over possibly uncontrollable powers weren’t the only things that hadn’t entirely changed with time; moral stands, the difference between actually good and bad people and love. No matter how hard he tried to deny it whilst he gazed at you during de-briefings or meetings, Steve knew he was head over heels in love with you and he wanted you to know it too.

After the avengers agreed to some of the accords rulings and regrouped, Nick made a personal call and asked you to become the new PA of the Avengers - to which you agreed unanimously. In under a few months of your structured supervision, the whole facility was running like clockwork and the avengers were organised to a relaxing perfection.

Steve, however, was far from relaxed; in the one year you had been working alongside him you had taken his heart hostage, along with his dreams, thoughts and actions, all by simple looks and heartstabbingly glorious smiles.

His heart and mind could only take so much tormenting and after many sleepless nights spent thinking about you in general, Steve decided to ask his brother of a best friend Bucky for advice. Bucky only looked at him pointedly and told him straight - “you need to be more direct and show her just how much you love her” and Steve did; he practised in the mirror, on the battlefield and even when talking to new recruits and finally, he got it.

Four times Steve had tried to tell you and show you just how badly he had fallen for you, four times; none of which were remotely successful.

The first time he tried was one keen autumnal morning, he had just come back from a long run out along the lake with Bucky and was aching to have a warm shower and to relax a bit. Instead, when he arrived in the main living area of the compound, he felt his heart flutter in a different kind of warmth - a warmth he could only recognise as love.

There you were standing over rolls of wrapping paper and various different sized boxes, your hair pulled into a beautifully messy bun on the top of your head as you slaved over the wrapping. With just one look at you, all he wanted to was to pull you away from your calculating stare and kiss you until you’d focus on him - or maybe you could bend down to focus on the tent of a -

“Hey Steve, you alright there?” Your voice broke Steve out of his trance and made him writhe in embarrassment. “Looking a bit dazed there Capsicle, you alright?” Ah yes, Tony had to give him that little push back into reality as he whizzed around with balloons and streamers in hand.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m fine Tony.” Steve rolled his eyes and turned to look around at the soon-to-be Wanda’s birthday venue, the shiny golds and whites took him back to the memories of the glitzy glamorous roaring 20’s. When you looked back at Steve, something was bugging you about him; he seemed so distant and so dazed as of late and it made you pray to the gods he was alright because hey, you couldn’t have your favourite Captain unwell could you?

Leaving the presents to one side, you padded over to Steve and tapped his shoulder lightly. In a matter of seconds you and Steve were face to face - given your height difference - and you pressed the back your hand to his forehead to feel for a fever or temperature.

“God Steve,” You gasped at the heat radiating off his forehead. “You’re burning up.” You stated and took to looking him deep in the eyes, hoping the feeling you had caught for the super-soldier radiated through.

Yes whether you’d admit it to yourself it was true, you had fallen head over heels for Steve and everything he stood for but he didn’t need to know that, you believed since he has the best pick of women lining up outside his front door - so why would he need you?

With Bucky gone up to his floor to shower and Tony in some distant room somewhere, Steve knew it was now or never; the timing couldn’t be more perfect. Just the two of you alone and you easily within his arms reach, this was it. Until Tony burst back in with another box of Great Gatsby themed streamers and bunting.

“Go have a cool bath Steve, you’re boiling to the touch.” You said gently and tapped his stubbled chin with your fingers before walking back to the ‘wrapping station’, Steve’s heart hammering like a bass drum at the gentle touch.

“Yeah, cold bath. Got it.” He mumbled to himself and trudged back to the elevator.

The second time Steve tried, he was in the middle of a workout - unsurprisingly. He was busy throwing killer punches to the poor punching bag that hung limp from the ceiling, his punches sounding more like canonfire as soon as you stepped through the glass doors of the gym. To Steve’s demise, he didn’t even notice you walking in or the sound of the door shutting and you throwing your gym bag down on the benches central of the gym.

If he was being truthful with himself, it was you who had got him so riled up punching the living be-jesus out of the punching bag; you didn’t do anything to him at all, you were just being you - god help - and Steve’s mind went tyrant when he fell asleep late that afternoon.

Trust a man with the constant libido of a horny teenager to conjure up some sort of obscene dream in thirty minutes, the dream really made Steve’s skin crawl in disgust and slight delight; he relished in the fact that it was so filthy and so unhinged it got him hard in seconds but there again, the dream was about you. You were purer than this and Steve knew that, so he took to punching the shit out of his dream - via a punching bag.

“Hey easy there Macho-man,” You laughed once you saw the seams of bag begin to tear at the brutal force of Steve’s throws, you laugh catching Steve completely off-guard and made him miss the bag and face plant into it. “We can’t afford that many bags y’know.” You laughed harder at his shocked expression.

“Uh - Y/N - Hey..W-what are you doing down here?” God he had to keep it cool; don’t think about the dream, don’t think about the dream - fuck, he did. As best as he could, Steve tried to re-tie the tape around his hands and hide the growing erection in his joggers, the sight of your breast peeking out of your sports bra sent him into overdrive.

“Oh well y’know, the usual.” You shrugged and got to work setting up your music so you could run with ease; ah yes, the usual evening jog you’d partake in after a long and stressful day with the avengers - your favourite time of the day, so you told Steve.

As tempting as watching you ass bounce up and down as you jogged would be, Steve had more pressing issues to deal with and took to throwing more and more punches at the beaten punching bag in a fit to get rid of his arousal.

“You look a bit stirred there Steve, are you okay?” Your voice cut through the dull silence that hung heavily around the two and made Steve stop momentarily, only to resume shortly after.

“Apart from the usual nightmares, I’m peachy” BANG! Another skull-splitting punch thrown.

“Mm yeah peachy, like I’ll believe you there.” You scoffed jokingly and rummaged through your gym bag for your water bottle and headphones, your eyes happening to roll back at the constant banging of the punches.

“Like you were peachy earlier…” Steve Grumbled as he untied his hands and swept his long fingers through his longer darker blonde locks, an act that made you ache at its seductiveness.

You scoffed again at his comment “Alright look I was stressed alright? And everything was on-top of me and I’ve always gotta be-”

“Hey,” Steve cut you off all of a sudden. “You had every right to be as stressed as you are, no excuses needed. I understand completely.” His smile of appreciation caught you off-guard and starkly contrasted the violent punches he’d been swinging a second ago. And similarly, your smile and embarrassed blush that dusted your cheeks caught him off-guard too.

“Thank you Steve, it's hard to find someone in this building who understands me like that so I really appreciate you saying that.” And like that he was back to punching the living life out of the punching bag.

“What I don’t understand though is how someone as talented and as beautiful as yourself is still single?” He knew that would provoke a reaction out of you and it sure did, by the sound of your hitched breath and stilled movements Steve knew there was no going back now.

“I mean you’ve got the brains, the looks, everything and I just wonder how…” Steve pinched himself for allowing his shy and scrawny self come through of all times, he knew he was already ten foot under and he didn’t need his charmingless antics to get in the way of something great; not now, not ever.

“No I get asked that from time to time but I always say the same thing,” You said as you looked to the super-soldier, a knowing yet adoring smile gracing your kissable lips.

“And what’d you tell them?” Steve inquired.

“I just haven’t met the right partner who can see my full potential, beyond my looks that is.” You smiled at Steve again and walked off to the treadmills, earplugs already plugged in and music ready to get you pumping.

‘Maybe not today…’ Steve thought dumbfoundedly and took to walking away and to the showers, your smile like a ghost in his eyes for the rest of that night.

The third time Steve tried to tell you how he felt was at one of Stark’s parties, one that celebrated the engagement of the Sam Wilson and his fiancee Veronica.

Regardless of its purpose though, it was still the same kind of bash that Stark would throw back in the old avengers tower in Manhattan - it was big, noisy and generally not what Steve wanted to be participating in right about now, even with the Mead Thor had brought from Asgardian reserves pumping through his veins.

It wasn’t until around halfway through the night that Steve decided that enough was enough and chose to ponder his love-sick emotions in the cool freshness of the balcony air, considering how entranced he was after seeing you in that beautiful deep red low cut dress, flashing that gorgeous smile of yours to the world made Steve realise he really, really wanted to be by your side right now.

‘Maybe we’re just not to be.’ he thought to himself with a sigh as he watched the inky black sky for any sign of inspiration or motivation to go back inside and purposelessly watch you over a glass of whatever he fancied - but nothing came to him, much to his displeasure.

Perhaps divine motivation wasn’t needed after all since once he turned around to look back inside, he came face to face with your lightly done face - of which didn’t look so good right about now. Like he always did whilst you were around, Steve straightened up immediately and let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in but watched with worry as you turned to look back inside and then back to him - or, his dinner shoes; more accurately.

“Steve, I really need your help,” Well, there were better things Steve was thinking you’d say there and then.

“What’s the matter doll?” On impulse, Steve gently held your upper arms and made you look up at him, his deep blue pools and soft touch enticed you to tell him what was going on.

“T-there’s a guy inside, he keeps on touching me and wanting me to drink the drinks he buys and wanting me to dance with him but I ke-kept saying no and I was getting scared,” You spoke in a hurried and laboured breath and watched Steve’s face turn from a face of shock to pure fury - rightly so, the mere thought of another man touching you unwantedly made Steve’s blood boil. “I told him I’m going to the toilet and I did but I couldn’t find anyone to help me - everyone’s to ratted to notice anything - and I saw you out here and-and-and I..”By this point, the scared and vulnerable tears that you had kept locked inside were on the edge of spilling out after your confession to Steve.

Instead of crying in his arms, you face planted into Steve’s chest out of vulnerability and allowed him to wind his arms around your torso and hold you close - maybe it was the Mead in his bloodstream or the possessive streak within but something within Steve told him to find this ass of a man and make a lesson of him, fists and all; but at the sight of you, quivering in his arms made him put his priorities in order and you came out on top, you always came out on top.

“Hey Y/N! I’ve been looking for you everywhere babycakes!” Steve didn’t need you to clarify who the man who had just stumbled out onto the balcony was, just by the sudden tenseness of your frame Steve understood - he was the jerk who had been harassing you all night.

“Oh, hey Captain!” Oh, so he did notice him after all - damn right, Steve thought with a deadly scowl. “Can I just,” He stumbled forward with an outstretched arm.”take my girl back? We were having fun see.” The drunken fool slurred out as if Steve didn’t know what fun was nut Steve was about have his own kind of fun with him in a minute.

“Your girl huh?” Steve growled at the fool with a dark feral glare that he’d mastered during his time as a fugitive. “Yeah, I don’t think so pal.” Steve smiled a mocking smile at the unwanted pest and tightened his warm hold on you, your grip on his deep blue shirt tightening at the welcomed sensation. “She’s off-limits, now back off.”

“No, no, no,” The man blubbered like a brainless fish. “We were having fun in there, weren’t we Y/N?” The man went to touch your shoulder but soon found his hand thrown back at him by Steve, his glare and acceptance tightening on the blonde by the minute. For a fleeting moment, the drunken man turned away from Steve to pinch the bridge of his nose and take a few deep breaths to calm his anger, giving Steve enough time to conjure up a plan.

“Y/N/N, do you trust me?” Steve picked your chin up and looked you deep in the eye, his stare made you wide eyed with shock as to what he was asking.

“Yes why?” You mumbled quietly and watched Steve’s eyes flicker back to the unwanted guest and back to you, a small smile pulling at the strings of his lips at the feeling of your stare.

“Look Captain, me and Y/N were having - oh,” Before he could lay another hand on you once he turned around, he was met with a very interesting sight that gave him a clear ‘back the fuck off’ message. In the split second he had turned around, Steve grabbed your face with his soft yet calloused hands and crashed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss that could make any other kiss jealous. Steve didn’t even bother looking back at the drunken spectator but instead shut his eyes to the nuisance and continued to move his lips against yours in a blind act of passion.

“I- I think I’ll leave you two to it then.” He spoke and suddenly ran away in a drunken stumble that could’ve made you both belt out in laughter if you had saw it but neither of you did, you were enjoying something much better with the man of your dreams.

Pulling away tantalisingly slowly, Steve slid his eyes open to look you dead in the eyes and think of something to say quickly. “So, he’s gone?” Steve nodded to where the guy once stood and to the open balcony door he had departed from, your eyes following the same trail happily.

“Yeah, finally.” You sighed with a smile and tucked away the loose hairs that had come out of your do as you kissed, your lips still tingling at the touch.

“Well it’s getting late,” Steve couldn’t bear the awkward short silence between you two and decided it for right him to leave now.

“I should probably get going, goodnight Y/N.” Steve signed off with a peck to your right cheek and wandered back into the party and to the elevator, hands clenched tight in his trouser pockets as his mind repeated that extraordinary kiss behind his eyes over and over, for the rest of that night.

Steve knew that the following morning would be awkward, extremely awkward between the two of you and he soon enough, he knew he’d have to fess up to what actually made him want to kiss you there and then. Sure he was angry, jealous and slightly tipsy but there again, he didn’t have to kiss you, did he?

Before his mind could go into overdrive as he sat at the kitchen island, FRIDAY’s voice ran out around him and made him straighten up in shock. “Sorry to disturb you Captain Rogers but Miss Y/L/N has requested your presence.” The AI’s voice ran out in the silent kitchen and made Steve sigh with a heavy heart, did he really want to see you so soon after last night?

“That’s alright FRIDAY; where and when would she like to see me?” Steve grumbled as he rubbed his hands up and down his face in exhaustion.

“At your quickest convenience, sir.” FRIDAY spoke matter-of-factly. “And she’s in her room, shall I tell her you’re on your way up?” Steve thought for what felt like forever and wondered if he should go to your room.

“Yes, tell her I’m on my way. Thank you FRIDAY.” Steve thanked the AI and peeled himself off the bar-stool and sloped off to the elevator, the thoughts of what could be waiting for him once he got there; would you be mad at him? Would you ask why he kissed you? Most probably. Would you be happy if he declared his feelings to you? Debatable. Would you ever reciprocate those feelings? Most probably not, Steve wondered once he stepped onto your floor and knocked on your bedroom door, his hand turning white by how tight he was clenching it.

As quick as the door opened and Steve could look at you, you crashed your lips onto his in a fiery hot kiss that could melt any Vibranium - metaphorically. It was as if you had basically pounced into his arms and told him just how you felt, words could neither describe how you nor Steve felt at that moment, with his arms wrapping around your body and your hands teasing the hairs on his cheeks and nape of his neck - it all fell into place, finally.

Pulling away just the same way Steve did, you cupped Steve’s cheeks with your small soft hands and looked him dead in the eyes, your eyes radiating love straight back into Steve’s own - if he could have any sight on repeat forever, it would this right before him; you looking at him like he put the stars in your skies - wait, what?

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You sighed with an adoring smile and pecked Steve’s increasingly swollen lips quickly. Steve only looked down at you as if you had grown another head, when did he ever say to you he loved you?

“Come again?” Steve questioned with raised brows.

“Your kiss last night, it told me everything I needed to know.” Your smile never ceased to dazzle Steve - even when he didn’t understand what you meant entirely. Instead of questioning much further, he allowed you to do the talking and let him figure out the bits and pieces on his own.

“Steve, don’t act like that kiss was for convenience sake.” You tutted at the super-soldier with a smile and took his hands into your own, a smile grew on your lips at the touch of his slightly sweaty palms - a telltale sign he was nervous.

“I felt it, I felt you right through it.” You squeezed and shook his hands slightly for effect, the shake pulling Steve out of his derriere. “And I love you too.” Steve didn’t need to know anything else there and then, you had said the words he desperately needed to hear and for once, he threw caution to the wind and gave in; to you, to his desires, to everything.

Not even a second after you had finished your little speech, Steve had picked you up into his arms and pressed you tight against the wall beside you, his lips meeting yours in a passionate embrace that could go on for hours and hours. Although your kiss only lasted at max a minute, Steve didn’t hesitate to carry you back into your room, throw you down onto your partly made bed and stand over you with a hunger that you’d never seen in those beautiful eyes before.

Whilst still maintaining lustful eye-contact with you, Steve called out to FRIDAY and smirked at you devilishly before he gave his request, his voice now a deep timbre that made you weak to the knees.

“FRIDAY, make sure nobody disturbs me and Miss Y/L/N for a while, we have some ‘business to attend to.”

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A/N: I got this template from tenseoyong and I could not find the original creator to give proper credit to.

A = Announcement.- How do you tell him and the world that you’re expecting?

Fans would start to gather information based off of the some what baggy clothes you were wearing recently and the random stops to the store for food at all hours of the night, at some point Ten would post the confirmation on his social media, the photo of the positive pregnancy test being the photo.

B = Books.- Did he read the books?

No.

C = Cuddles.- Who cuddles the baby more?

He would spoil this kid rotten, you’d end up being the sensible parent while Ten is the childish one.

D = Daddy.- His reaction to being called Daddy and it setting in.)

The baby’s first word was “daddy” and it was caught on camera too, let’s just say Ten saves a copy of this footage in his phone for when he’s traveling and misses you two.

E = Empty.- Who goes to the store when you guys run out of supplies?

Ten would since this gives you a chance to relax even for a few minutes as Ten takes the baby out too and lets them pick whatever they want to buy. You would ask him to go get milk and he comes back with six bags of toys and no milk.

F = Feeding time- Who does feeding time?

You probably would since Ten would play too much while feeding the baby that they’d be too excited to eat.

G = Grumpy baby. - Who is better at dealing with a grumpy baby?

Totally Ten. He is the master of play time.

H = How?- how many kids does he want?

He is a bit unrealistic since he would want like three kids while you’re exhausted with just the one.

J = Jokes.- best dad joke?

Kid: “Dad, did you get a haircut?”

Dad: “No, I got them all cut.”

K = Kisses.- His favorite place to kiss the baby.

He doesn’t have a specific place where he kisses the baby, he just likes being around the baby as much as possible.

L = Little.- How he feels when he holds the baby for the first time.

He’s a giggling mess, whispering to the newborn as you get some much-deserved rest after the long labor. He’s apprehensive about letting the doctor’s take the baby since he thinks the baby is so fragile it’ll break like glass.

M = Mommy.- what does he call you?

He’d like the petname “sweety” for you.

N = Nappies.- who deals with the really bad diapers?

Ten’s childish when in the presence of his own child, so he’d groan really loudly to make them giggle as he changes their diaper. When they learn how to walk though, that’s another story since they get so wound up they start running around the house without a diaper on.

O = Onesies- Who likes to dress the baby in ridiculous outfits?

Ten would totally buy his baby Gucci flip flops and Versace shirts. For no good reason other than a good Instagram picture.

P = Pet names- names he calls the baby.

“Angel”

Q = Questions.- How many questions does he ask the nurse?

None, all he is thinking about is the positives so he lowkey ignores the big things until you bring it up to him.

R = Rely- what is the biggest thing you rely on each other for?

He would rely on you to talk to him when you feel like he isn’t pulling his weight with the baby, he wants to be more useful to you and not just be around for play time. You would rely on him to take things seriously from time to time and to not make you look like the villain when you need to put your foot down.

S = Sleep duty. - who gets up when it’s really late at night?

This is one of those times Ten likes to help you out, though it is tempting to blow a raspberry into the baby’s stomach at three a.m, he knows it’ll wake you and them up.

T = Trepidation.- fears as a new parent.

He’s worried the child won’t trust him in the future because how much he likes to joke around. All he wants is for his child to feel safe with confiding in him and to talk to him if something is bothering them.

U = Ultra sounds.- His reactions to the ultrasounds.

This particular ultrasound was at the three months mark and the baby couldn’t be seen until that day, so you and Ten were so ecstatic to finally see the shape of a head in place of a grey blob on a screen.

V = Values.- what is the most important value he wants to teach your child.

He wants to teach his child the importance of trusting or not trusting others and wants them to be careful who they hang around as they grow up. He doesn’t want his child to be brought down by peer pressure.

W = Water.- Who gives the babe the baths?

He would since he’s found a way to trick the baby into getting clean while playing with them.

X = X-mas- what do you guys plan for the holidays?

His family is in Thailand so he’d love to go there to visit them with his own little family, and of course, he’d want to do the same for you. What you guys might do is visit both sides of the family before the actual holiday and spend that day specifically for the three of you only.

Y = Yelling.- How many fights do the two of you get in?

Some little fights would happen pretty often, usually over small things like disagreements. Things wouldn’t get so bad very often and when they do a third party comes in and explains that it’s not worth ruining your relationship over and you guys end up talking about it all.

Z = Zoo- How crazy is the house after the birth?

It’s a bit messy since there is an abundance of toys laying around, but when there are guests coming over everyone in the house works hard to make the rooms look presentable.

~Blake

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sininensalo-a · 7 years

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MEET THE MUSE POWER HOUR! 🌿

━━ take a seat and REPOST this detailed little bio with criteria to introduce the world to your muse. no reblog karma or tagging ━ if you see this on your dash, feel free to partake in it!

Minä tulen milloin minulle sopii. Ehkä en tule ollenkaan, ehkä menen aivan toiselle suunnalle.

🌿 ━ B A S I C S .

NAME: Jaakko Heikki Järvinen → officially Suomen tasavalta / Republiken Finland / Republic of Finland. Or Suomi/Finland, simple as that. NICKNAME(S): Jaakki, Jaakka, Jaska, Muumipappa. AGE: Physically he’s around 25 years of age, his real age is unknown due to vague dating of the past, probably around 1800-ish, give or take a century. Probably less than that though. GENDER: Cis male, masculine appearing. NATIONALITY: Finnish.

🌿 ━ A P P E A R A N C E .

EYE COLOR: His eyes are blue and one would call them icy [ LF-01 ] has it not been for a certain warm vibe they send out. They’re not hollow, neither are they two voids embed in their sockets. They’re tired but certainly not washed out of feelings or emotions. His eyes truly are the mirror of his soul, deep and enshrouded with a mist of ambiguity and yet if you’re familiar with him it’s unnecessary to ask him how he’s doing – you can read it all in them. HAIR COLOR: It’s not platinum blond, neither is it blond of dark hue. It’s somewhere in the middle [ or “Beeline Honey” here if you require a full name ]. It’s a color very pleasant to the eye, reminiscing the fields scattered all over the country. HAIRSTYLE: To put it simple, it’s messy. It’s most usual to see him with his hair parted in the middle of his forehead and running down a cascade of split ends, grim reminders of his famous and somewhat magnificent dreads he wore in the late 70s until early 90s and the fact that he’s perpetually at odds with probably every single hairdresser on this planet. It’s just not easy to trust someone with a sharp object in hand working around your neck. HEIGHT: He’s not short but he’s not the tallest either. He stands at 178 cm (or 5��10″). It’s not difficult for taller people to underestimate him and his abilities to wreck some shit despite not having several inches more in his height number. This has been a fair warning. WEIGHT: Last time he checked it was something around 90-92 kg (198-202 lbs). He just cannot deny himself something good to eat every now and then and this beer is just a bit too tempting to say no to it. BUILD: Because of the reasons stated above Jaakko is chubby and his cheeks are pudgy. Sometimes he feels a bit self-conscious about his appearance but it does not happen often enough for him to particularly care. He likes to joke that he’s as round and soft as a Moomin and he’s honestly not too far from being right. TATTOO(S): His most prominent ones would be a bear on his right arm and a piece of forest on his left leg. He also has two smaller tattoos, a ‘sisu’ written on his left wrist and a Snufkin on inner left forearm. Jaakko’s not planning on getting any more tattoos. SCAR(S): This is a touchy topic for him and confronted about his scars he’ll withdraw into himself and just leer at the asker if they’re not close enough to him (but those are familiar with the meanings and reasons behind his scars so no conversation about them should occur). There’s one on the central side of his chest, leaning a bit towards left side, just about where his heart is. This one tells a tale of losing Karelia in Winter War. The other looks more terrible and represents the loss of Petsamo, or Finland’s Left Arm, to Soviet Union in the aftermath of Continuation War. It’s a long and writhing around his left shoulder – just where the arm connects with the corpus – scar that resembles the loss of his entire arm for several years to come. On the side of his neck there is also an ugly scar he bears after having been shot in artery what caused instant death on the battlefield (also during Continuation War). If one is a careful watcher they might also notice a shot scar on his left calf during Civil War of 1918.

They’re his relatively fresh scars, otherwise he’s covered in more or less faded ones, products of endless wars conducted on his territories in the past. He’s not certain where each of them comes from anymore, there’s too many, especially on his back and sides. There’s also several cut scars on his hands, he practiced the knife game on his hands very intensely. PIERCING(S): He wears them only occasionally but he has at least one eyebrow piercing and an industrial in right ear, alongside a few helix piercings on both ear flakes [ here’s a picture with explanations in case anyone needs it ]. There’s at least one pair in his upper lobe, too. He used to wear a lip piercing as well but he sort of forgot and he’d have to re-pierce it if he wanted to wear it again. PREFERRED FASHION: A disaster. He’s actually quite happy with his thrift store clothes, only slightly modified by his Finnish sister figure or human friend so they fit him better or embrace his personal style and taste a bit better. He’s either wearing checkered shirts with jeans, black band shirts or your local grandpa sweaters. All together with just tragic socks someone should get rid of immediately. And crocs. Jaakko can dress properly when he has to but it’s always an adventure as well. There’s this one suit he has but it could as well pass for a part of a museal exhibition. TYPICALLY SMELLS LIKE: It’s usually his aftershave, soap he uses during morning shower and cologne – if he doesn’t forget about it. His natural smell could be described as this earthy smell that lingers in the air after the tempest in a birch forest; smell of fields of grain rippling in the wind; freshly baked crispy rye bread; tint of licorice, sea salt with faint alcoholic breeze accenting the whole. OTHER: He has several moles on his body, not too many, and mostly located on his neck and back. His right arm is stronger and longer a bit than left one which gets weary much faster than its right equivalent. His eyebrows are rather thick but not overly so, he’s more likely to be seen with some facial hair than with none at all. He enjoys simple jewelry and wears pendants such as Ukko’s hammer or a bear claw pendant.

🌿 ━ P E R S O N A L I T Y .

POSITIVE TRAITS: || ambitious || alert || benevolent || caring || clever || conscientious || considerate || courageous || discreet || dutiful || earnest || educated || efficient || eloquent || faithful || focused || genuine || hard-working || helpful || insightful || intelligent || loyal || meticulous || painstaking || patient || reliable || scrupulous || understanding || well-rounded || NEUTRAL TRAITS: || disciplined || forthright || humble || independent || invulnerable || leisurely || manly™ || modest || observant || orderly || private || protective || secretive || self-critical || self-denying || sensitive || self-conscious || shrewd || shy || steadfast || upright || venturesome || NEGATIVE TRAITS: || aloof || anxious || asocial || clumsy || coarse || destructive || difficult || escapist || gloomy || hesitant || irascible || melancholic || moody || offhand || paranoid || petty || pugnacious || restrained || stubborn || sullen || tactless || LIKES: sauna, alcohol (beer!), Moomins, coffee, rye bread, hockey, hunting, sailing, swimming, walks in the forest, bears, dogs, firearm, metal music, licorice, chocolate, berries, mushrooms, herbs, books, alcohol (vodka!), sun, singing, playing various instruments, woods, bonfires, baking, stormy weather, old comedies, black humor, gardening, card games, knife song game, LOTR, sea, lakes, beaches, sweets, mämmi. DISLIKES: Ivan, mosquitoes, scorching weather, Too Much Snow, losing in hockey, nosy people, public speaking, narrow/cramped spaces, constrained movement, being mistaken for a Russian/Swede, small talk, awkward situations, effusiveness, poorly made horrors, being underestimated, being sick, hangovers, politics, crowds, mämmi. PHOBIAS / FEARS: Being ignored/forgotten by those he cares for/loves, being ruled over by someone again, hospitals, osmophobia (hypersensitivity to smells causing aversion to odors). HABITS: Drinking issues away, swearing, sauna time each evening, cleaning up the entire house on Saturdays, keeping a journal, shooting range time once a week, arms workout three times a week, walking his dog at least once a day (otherwise the dog’s in the garden). 🌿 ━ R E L A T I O N S H I P S .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pretty much (demi)bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. This one Estonian is really cute though.

🌿 ━ H E A L T H .

CHRONIC CONDITIONS: His entire left arm isn’t as strong as his right one. Fortunately he’s right-handed and therefore doesn’t use left hand too often. When he absolutely has to, however, the inequality in distribution of strength is quite visible. If this counts in here he also suffers from clinical depression. ADDICTIONS: Caffeine, alcohol, nicotine, salmiakki. ALLERGIES: N/A

🌿 ━ H O M E .

PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Helsinki/Helsingfors as of late due to his current occupation. He’d be more than happy to leave elsewhere however. METHOD OF TRANSPORTATION: Preferably a car, public transportation when he absolutely has to; trains, planes, boats/ferries. PETS: A mixed breed dog Musti.

🌿 ━ W O R K && E D U C A T I O N.

JOB: History lecturer at the University of Helsinki. SCHOOLING: PhD in History, MD in Agriculture. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Finnish, Swedish, Russian, German, English, Estonian, (understanding of) most Finnic languages, Northern Sámi. SKILLS: Good at problems solving, perseverance & motivation, genuine devotion to work, ingenuity.

🌿 ━ R A N D O M .

QUIRKS: Clearing throat, nervous lips licking and fiddling with fingers, playing with hair, sticking post-it-notes everywhere in his house so he doesn’t forget to do some things he’s probably bound to forget, usually chores, doodling idly while talking on the phone. HANDEDNESS: Right-handed. RELIGION: eh Technically speaking he’s a Lutheran. Not exactly practicing but he tries to show up in the church every now and then. THEME SONG(S): Journey Man. BOSS BATTLE MUSIC: Darude - Sandstorm (I’m dead serious)

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