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srbachchan · 3 years

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DAY 4874

Jalsa, Mumbai July 2/3, 2021 Fri/Sat 9:44 AM

No birthdays today of the Ef .. I believe there are but having no knowledge of them at the moment .. and if there are some do let me know ..

... and another birthday found .. Ef Neha Srivastava .. greetings to you and the love of the Ef ..

No no no .. found one birthday .. just now after the post was posted .. courtesy another Ef and many others .. what a family we have .. love you ..

Birthday Ef .. Amit Fuhar ... love from us all ..

Formalities over ... haha .. 🤣🤣 .. back to business and apologies , for the delay .. the Euro went on for long and without seeing the results till the end went off into sleep mode and ..

... they rest me .. they plan the ending of the schedule and how they wish to celebrate this rather intricate shoot - the huge set , the Studio , the rain the monsoons .. and above all the stoppage due Covid, and then the limited hours of work after .. but all done with the calmness and efficiency of the Production Unit and a large crew of dedicated workers of which most of them are ladies .. all running about seeing that the work progresses smoothly and time line maintained , artists looked after , et all ..

.. and the Studio .. Chandivali Studios , one of its kind , large open air outdoor shoot facility .. and there has not been a single film of not just mine but of the entire Industry that has not shot in this Studio ..

My first film ‘Saat Hindustani’ to ‘GOODBYE’ now all in this premise ..

remembering the moments will be a task .. but the climax action of ‘DON’ that running picture that made it to the poster design of the film done here .. that drive in the car in DEEWAR to reach the temple in the death scene .. the temple itself built here .. the corridor and all .. the interior done in Rajkamal Studio , but all else of the section done here .. that same driveway decorated as I walk down to the shot in COOLIE after recovering ..and ManMohan Desai making it a festive occasion with band and flowers all over .. so embarrassed I was with all the attention .. but my insistence that the shot that felled me , my action sequence in the film , and the stoppage due to my injury which almost took my life, and my desire to start the shoot again after coming out of Hospital of the film from the same spot where I was injured .. the re setting of the Bangalore location here in Chandivali and me getting up and punching the villain to victory ..

the revolving restaurant of NASEEB .. and oh dear the list just goes on .. but the location , the Studio ever present ever welcoming by its most humble and simple owner, all all these years ..

and today well yesterday the birthday of one of the relatives and an invite ot come to the office .. and then a most humbling surprise .. they have an entire room filled with my posters and a dedication to me .. so moving and so touched by this ..

.. the simplicity and soft traditional values .. the continuance of them so dear and near us all .. the ‘tika’ on the forehead , the gentle ‘diya’ on the ‘thali’ and the ‘arti’ like moving it about the person as a blessing and invitation of welcome .. so many such gentle yet sustaining rituals .. so endearing and filled with great emotion and respect ..

And then back to the body protection and the routine of the gym and those that are so qualified in their profession of the medical, who discuss the finer details and give assurance and advice for a better living ..

Pictures today .. photographically .. so ever present and executable with the ease of a hand wave is the ‘player of the day’ so to say, in all respects.

A documented World .. pictorially never before , as detailed and available as today .. before too , but limited and reserved .. now immediate and open within seconds to the rest ..

SO ..

.. here we go ..

.. the expression of the mood of the shooting ..

.. that wall in the office of Chandivali Studio ..

.. a dedication to Cinema within the premise .. small spaced but large hearted ..

.. the coverings on top to control the lighting .. the leaves give ans soft feature to the camera frame .. and the one n the side brings a warmth to the aperture ..

.. and when the Assistant is too short to reach up to the point where the clap is required .. a little assistant me self ..

.. Director , DOP in discussion and how the shot be taken .. DOP , Sudha - Sudhakar Reddy .. was also the DOP on ‘JHUND’

.. a wave at the window on adjoining building to some onlookers who wave ..

... out

.. wait ..

.. and Chandivali Studio and their generous gift ...

.. the continuity and costume ladies , to get the position of the zip on the clothing right .. ‘no Sir .. a little higher .. as per our reference on the LapTop ..’

.. the odd one ..

.. out of the vehicle ..

.. into Vanity ..

.. arriving to Vanity with the green umbrella .. the other Vanities parked alongside .. Vanities never before , we just sat around on set or went for makeup only in the make up rooms at the back ..

.. the personal film panels in side the dedicated office ..

.. the inviting gate .. now efficiently done , but years before just a simple door and the surrounding area all wild and empty .. now filled with high rises and proper roads and offices and commercial activity .. how time changes .. when I would reach at 7 am for a 7am shift , at times the rest of the cast had not arrived or were late .. so I have watered the area around the gates and the drive in plants .. which have now become huge luscious trees ..

... dear dear .. too many pictures and too much talk .. t will be a burden to download all of this and shall be time consuming .. so ..

.. depart .. and before so the Assistant that informs of the next schedule .. gifts some sugar less chocolates as she felt after the Germany v England Euro game and my disappointment at my team support loss , to feel good again .. generous and sweet ..

Amitabh Bachchan

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traditional-with-a-twist · 3 years

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xxxii. Beauty and Her Beast

@claudeng80 ha ha ‘a title has not helped Obi express himself better’ - truer words never spoken XD Ryuu just processes too slowly to keep up with things, and you’re so right, everyone is still shell-shocked and twisted around!

@bubblesthemonsterartist awwww, yeah, probably safe to say that Obi and Shirayuki are not doing great at seeing the bigger picture here XD I’m a little chagrined, putting them through these situations that push them so far outside their healthy canon!

@the-pompous-potato hahaha thank you for accepting my slightly contrived criteria for the wedding ceremony XD wish I were one of those authors who meticulously researches culture/history but ANS is such a mishmash! You are too sweet about the writing and feels and everything; makes me so happy to know that you’re enjoying it! <3

<<Previous || first arc || second arc || AO3

The first prince entertained very few visitors in the wake of the intensive administrative outpouring surrounding his public address.

There was too much to do, to rebalance the scales and irrigate the neglected areas of his responsibilities.

After revolving on its hinges in the days leading up to the grand announcement, Izana’s door presented now an unyielding front to almost all callers.

When Kiki Seiran presented herself, however, the guards admitted her at once.

...

She found the prince deep in thought, chin resting on a long-fingered hand.

Only his eyelids flickered in acknowledgement of her entrance. He knew without asking what she had come to deliver to him.

She laid the report on his desk: her official account of their journey north.

As she backed away, Kiki inclined her head in deference to his position and to the gravity of the task. He had entrusted her with a deep and dangerous secret, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

He regarded her with that slight smile that was more forbidding than another man’s frown. “Your service will not be forgotten, Kiki Seiran.”

It is a compliment, but also a promise.

...

As she turns to go, her eye catches on a pair of figures, plainly visible in the courtyard below through the prince’s sweeping glass doors.

The woman’s hair flames, while the man’s swallows the light. They linger together before parting.

He slides in the direction of the pharmacy; she starts towards the castle.

...

Kiki’s eyes dart towards the prince, but he is watching her, still with that same slight smile.

Izana is enigmatic as a mirrored window. He let you paint your thoughts onto his facade, inviting any interpretation, any fear, no matter how wild.

All the while, he revealed nothing of himself.

...

Kiki bows herself out.

She knows without knowing how that Shirayuki wants to speak with her, so she goes to make herself available - to intercept the intended second princess before anyone else in the castle does.

Calculating without conscious effort a range of factors from the relative privacy that they might expect, to the likelihood that Shirayuki will seek her there, Kiki positions herself in an alcove with a view of the forest.

...

As she gazes on the waving branches, Kiki thinks of nothing in particular, content to wait, and see.

It is as if her body remembers for her: riding horseback, side by side, perfectly in synch.

She had known the day she met Mitsuhide that he was the man with whom she wished to spend her life.

Subsequent exposure had served only to confirm, as snarls arose and pulled smooth in a spiral of increasing intimacy.

...

His awkwardness, his uncertainty around her, had gradually transformed from cause for misgivings into evidence in his favor.

She had weighed and measured each of his qualities, each exchange that passed between them, and found him worthy.

She no longer wondered who would preside alongside her at Seiran manor, whose crest would join hers over the fireplace in the great hall, whose name she would carve into the seal of the wooden chest delivered on her birth.

Now she doesn’t even know where he is.

...

Still that wooden chest waited.

As she grew, she had added to its contents: laboriously contrived needlework, then finer things, and more recently the delicately crafted weapons that one might slip under an embroidered sleeve or wear along with layered skirts.

The chest had accompanied Kiki to the palace alongside trunks of finery which she had made use of perhaps twice since arriving: once at the ball where she met Mitsuhide and once to play charades with Zen in the garden.

Shirayuki is smaller than I am, Kiki thought, but some of the simpler shifts might suit her. She could wear one intended for garden parties, sewn at tea-length, without having to pin up the hem.

Such a dress would easily stretch to cover Shirayuki’s ankles and render her acceptable according to the unwritten yet ironclad rules of the game that Shirayuki had decided to play.

...

Kiki had feared for her less when Shirayuki had engaged to play with Zen as her partner.

He wasn’t - hadn’t been - all wise, or impervious to attack, but he was native to it. He was also by nature brave and generous, and that, combined with his own peculiar insights into the hearts of others, meant that he had known when to bow before the rules and when to break them.

Kki had believed they would find a way together, and she had been proud to walk beside them.

...

Now she felt no such assurance.

She wouldn’t say that Shirayuki and Obi were like the blind leading the blind - despite their carelessness and outright willfulness at times, she knew them better than that.

It was more that neither spoke the language of the court from birth - and on whom could they reply to interpret?

Instead of a loving prince, they now relied for patronage on Lord Haruka, a reluctant and embittered enemy, who would have gladly seen them both vanish off the face of the earth had his duty not impelled him otherwise.

...

Kiki shook her head.

She didn’t like it any more than she had before the announcement, news which she had greeted with the grim resignation of one accustomed to witnessing births, marriages, and deaths all managed like pieces on a chessboard, as it suited the political purposes of those in power.

Shirayuki and Obi might have convinced themselves that the game was over, but Kiki knew that it had just begun.

...

Shirayuki saw with relief that Kiki didn’t look busy - she was only standing by a window, as if lost in thought.

She approached the other woman shyly, still more relieved when Kiki greeted her with the customary quiet smile.

Friendship was a strange thing: Shirayuki would have trusted Kiki with her life, as she had while sailing on a ship with an evil captain into unknown waters -- but now she felt nervous.

She had never asked Kiki for a favor before.

...

Shirayuki joined Kiki at the window. The thought crossed her mind that her friend looked sad, even as Shirayuki was preoccupied with churning doubts over how to broach such a sensitive subject.

“I,” she faltered, blushing. “I’ve heard that--at least, here in Clarines--”

“I have a dress that will fit you,” Kiki answered, in unhesitating agreement with the question that had yet to be asked. “You won’t need much more than that.”

“Oh,” Shirayuki squeaked. “Really?”

...

“It will be a small ceremony, and you can keep your underclothes.” Kiki paused. “Unless you want silk stockings.”

“What? No, no!” Shirayuki waved her hands, her face flaming. “That’s not--I don’t need…” She stopped when she saw a twinkle in Kiki’s eye.

Shirayuki smiled back weakly. “Thank you. That’s very kind. Very, very kind!”

...

“This way.” Kiki was already in motion. “You can have it from my chambers now.”

“From…?” Shirayuki stumbled to keep up.

An uneasy thought struck her. “Kiki...is it...your dress?”

“Tell me if it’s too long, and we’ll find a tailor.”

...

“But!” Dismayed, Shirayuki caught at her sleeve.

Kiki looked over her shoulder, her expression gentle. “Don’t worry, Shirayuki…

“...I won’t be needing it.”

#Akagami no Shirayukihime #obiyuki #mitsukiki #PurePassion #Beauty and Her Beast #girl talk #plus the obligatory ominous politicking #long overdue chapter #a thousand thank you's to everyone staying with me

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tinytigerrrr · 3 years

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11 for 11 may 🙏, 15, 21, 23, 25, 28, 31, 38, 45, 48 😉 & 49!

11 for 11 may, my god bless you my friend!! <3 And Also THANKS FOR THE ASKS!! <33 Sorry it took so long I really wanted to take my time hehe c: 11. Describe your ideal day. I think my ideal day is sleeping in late, what for me is normal, around 12pm. Then I wake up, eat a good breakfast, sit with my cat on my lap for smtn like an hour. And then I go outside, bcs the sun is shining. I meet my friends and we go picknick somewhere in the sun beneath a few little trees. I buy smtn to drink somewhere because its very hot and ofc I forgot my drink. Its so refreshing and I feel so alive and the world is so beautifull. Me and my friends, we laugh a lot and just enjoy the good weather, the nice day and the little foods. And than at the evening we bbq or eat smtn else nice, and have a good evening. We sit outside for a while, feeling the summer evening becoming cooler. We watch as the stars come out and think to ourselves if we ever looked up at the same stars together in another life. And then when it’s really late, I go back home, feeling the cool breeze against my skin while I ride my electric bike. At home everyone is asleep so I walk in very softly and there I see my cat sleeping in the chair so I walk to her and bent over giving her a gentle kiss on her little head. She makes mmrrr sound and I tell her I love her and that I had an amazing day. After that I give her some food and I go to bed. Maybe take a showe bcs it was so hot today. And then I lay in my bed, tired but very fufilled after such a wonderfull day. Storing the happy memories in my head thinking how blessed I am with my life. As I fall asleep I feel gratefull for today and all the beautiful things that brought it. Yeah, I think thats mu ideal day. Friends, good weather, sunshine, little food, laughter, love, my cat lucy, summer - yeah smtn like that c: 15. What is your favorite compliment to recieve? I like all kind of compliments. Im a sucked for compliments. I know I do a good job most of the time, but there’s just smtn in me that really likes the validation? I know I don’t need it. But it just makes my soul shine like: Ohmygawd thank you so much this makes me so happy D:. But If I had to think, I think I like the compliment saying I have a good energy or vibe the most. Bcs its so pure and real and not everyone can sense/say that. And you’re energy is not smtn you can fake or make more beautiful. So its such a sincere compliment, that I think thats my favorite compliment to recieve c: 21. Tell us about your music taste. Bro, this is a long one HAHAHA. But I will keep it short: ‘Diverse.’ I think that describes my music taste the best. Because I listen to A LOT of different things. Just what I feel like or in what mood I am. And one thing I also like a lot is when a song makes me feel ‘free’. As if im totally cut off from the world. Thats a really nice feeling music can give you. And ofc songs that make me feel things. Bcs often then I can use it as inspiration. So yeah, thats abt my music taste haha c: Also! I like it when songs have a deeper meaning. Idk why, but thats just megical c: 23. Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a kid? OH I already answered this one so I will just copy and paste it here! c: ‘’ YES! I HAD. AND I STILL HAVE IT! I dont sleep with it anymore but it has a honorable place among my other stuffed animals. It is a cow, that is formed like a teddy bear so its more cartroony instead of animal like, her name is Koetjeboe and you could play a musicbox song of A Small World from Disneyland. It was my favarite soung and whenever I felt anxious as I child I would play it and it would sooth my soul and fill me with happyness. Aaah good times c: I also had a cat, named, Poes, she is very very very soft, well was, nowadays she aint HAHA she looked like my cat when I was younger, Sjimmie, I loved the plush. Mom bought it for me in England in the Harry Potter castle. It was amazing c: So, I kinda had two, but Koetjeboe the cow is rly my birth stuffed animal haha c:’’ 25. What dream trip would you take with your wife? Honestly, anywhere with her would be a dream. And if she has somewhere wehere she really wants to go, I would just go with that c: Seeing someone you love happy is such a gift so I totally wouldn’t mind going anywhere. That is also because I have so many places I want to go, and almost every place interests me. I can’t think of a country or city or place I am not interested in visiting. I always loved to travel, and still do, so anything would be good c: But if she’s like: Hey what do you want badly? I would probably say somewhere with a beach. I love the sea and I love the beach. So that would be a thing I would love too hahaha. But yeah, anything rly, and the beach c: 28. What makes you smile? Oh boi, what doesn’t?! HAHA. A lot of things make me smile tbh bcs I get happyness out of almost everything. I can remember that I was crying and felt sad, and even then I smiled because it was such a special experience haha. But if I had to say some things I would say; My cat Lucy, cant help but smile whenever I see her, my friends, you super included <3, sunshine, good food, baby animals and honestly just life in general c: 31. How do you show your love? Again, how don’t I? I learned at a very young age to show love in different ways. Bcs I wanted to be a good person. And one of those things is showing love. So I do it with words, saying I really love someone or giving them compliments, thats a big one for me haha. I also like to really support my friends through words. Just supporting them for whoever they are! I also like to give things. It can go from small presents to food to many or big presents on their birthday. Also I like to help people, to give them advice or agai support them any way I can. I also show it through physical contact, as in hugs ans such. And I even sometimes lean toward just really cuddling up to someone HAHAHA But I don’t do that tbh, bcs at the same time it makes me feel uncomfy, but at the same time im like: Ohmygawd I love yo uso much just lemme huddle up against you to share my love with you and ahfgs. So amny ways HAHAHA some more difficult for me and others really easy. Like presents or food, hit me up, imma get you some nice flowers or some sweets or a book you really like bcs I love yu!

38. Who do you admire? Myself *smirk* HAHHA no kiddin. I admire my friends. Because those people have been through hell, or still going through hell, and still decide to be genuine good persons. I’ve seen from upclose what they have to deal with. And they still give so much love tot he world and people and want to help. Its really a blessing to have people like that around me. And I thank the heavens for that. So I would say my friends. Yes. (pls know you are in this picture too. Hello, going through hell still being super good person, ok.) 45. Do you have tattoos or want any? Yes, I have one underneath my feet. HAHA oke jokes, sorry HAHA. No I don’t have any. And I would like one yes. Im not sure what I want tho. I am always thinking of a tiger. Or a lotus flower. Or a little symbol on the inside of my left wrist. That last one I smtn I’ve had for years. I dont know why but I would really like that. A small thing on that place. But what that is gonna be, I have NO idea. OH and I want a smilie face underneath my big toe! Thats just one for fun, but I would rly like it haha.

48. Did you know you’re actually a gift tot he world, for real? IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE *SOB* Thank yo uso much frend!! It means so much to me to hear that I just can’t. My gosh. When I see yu imma hug ya big time. SOB 49. What’s your favorite memory? Ooh this is a hard one. Mostly because I have many good memories and also because Im actually pretty bad at remembering things HAHHA thats two opposites I know xD But uuh, oke I thought about it, but im so sorry i cant think of one RIP. But if I had to choose I would choose smtn that made me smile. That made me really happy. So one with Lucy, many with Lucy, or one with my friends, many with my friends, with my mom, traveling, and so fort. There are a lot and I wish i could show them all to you. Sadly I can’t. BUT We can make our own favorite memories. So lets do that, okay? <3

#asks #answered #rolo

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ticklikeabomb · 6 years

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The Marvel Parody - Chapter 17

Pairing : Chris Evans x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings : Language ; spelling mistakes ; teasing ; SMUT (love making) 18+

Word Count : 3.660

Author’s Note : Italic = Reader’s thoughts

You were in a deep sleep when suddenly you felt something tickle your skin. Trying to scratch it off, you heard a slow chuckle. The tickling continued so you opened an eye to see what it was and saw Chris press soft kisses to your sides. You put an arm over your face « Chris, your beard is tickling me », you whispered with a raspy voice. « Is it? » and then he pressed his beard harder on your sides making you let out a small scream and laugh. « No…no..hhahah… stop », you said trying to escape him. News flash, you failed. He was holding you tightly and rested his head on the crock of your neck « Happy birthday Babe ». You hummed. « We should get dressed », he mumbled against your skin. « Hmmm, no. Let’s stay like this. In bed. » He pressed a quick peck on your lips ans said « As tempting as that sounds, not gonna happen. Come on, dress. » You pouted and turned and laid on your stomach. « Come on babe », he whispered in your ear and stood up, smacking your ass. « Heyyyy », you shouted and tried to hide the fact that you were dripping wet. Actually you’ve became aroused the moment you opened your eyes and saw him press kisses up your chest. You squeezed your tights together and saw him smirk before heading to the bathroom. ‘Tonight you’re mine Evans’, you mumbled to yourself. You dragged yourself to the bathroom and joined Chris on teeth brushing. He demanded a kiss by doing the famous duck face and you giggled but eagerly tip toed and gave him a sweet kiss. After you washed your face and put some light make-up, you returned to the bedroom and saw that he had lined up an outfit.

He was already dressed and semi spread on the bed scanning your frame. You gave him a challenging look « Am I supposed to put this on? ». He smirked and nodded, not stopping his piercing gaze all over you. It was a simple outfit - a denim skirt, with a off-the-shoulder top and vans but knowing Chris it didn’t surprised you. He always liked seeing you dressed up in casual clothes. Not that he didn’t like seeing you all dolled up, but he really loved being around with a simple girl since he was a simple kind of guy. You wouldn’t complain. You liked to dress girly or nicely sometimes but you were a more casual type of girl.

You wanted to pay him back for arousing you earlier so you took your Pj’s very slowly and started to put on the skirt sensually. You heard him groan and a smile made his way on your face. The top was next. He sat straight on the edge of the bed and grabbed you by the waist. You pushed your luck further and straddled him. « You’re playing with the fire, baby girl », his voice came out as a rasp. « Am I? ». His look was pure lust at this time and you pushed it further by slightly grinding on his growing crotch. « Y/N », he moaned. As a response you attached your lips hardly to his. His grip on your hips tightened and you moaned into his mouth. You bit his lower lip and whispered in his ear « We have to go BABE ». With that you stood up and gathered your wallet, phone and sunglasses. He eventually stood up and sighed « You’re killing me ». You winked and you both made your way to meet Seb and Sarah. Since you haven’t come out publicly yet, you would be joined by other people. That was the hardest part, not being able to act like a normal couple, no holding hands nor kisses.

You meet up at your favorite restaurant and greet your friends. They wished you a happy birthday and the waitress came with your drinks. Seb was telling Chris something while you were talking with Sarah. The moment you took a gulp of your drink, Chris’s hand slid down your inner thigh, making you choke on your water. You coughed and tried to regain composure and turned to your boyfriend who had the audacity to act innocent. « Are you ok? », asked Sarah. « Yep », you said with a deformed voice. You took the card and placed it in front of your flushed face, turned your head towards your boyfriend and gave him a look that said ‘you gonna pay for that’. It was his turn to wink at you. The lunch went great and you decided to spend the day, visiting the Griffith Observatory since space was a commun interest for the four of you.

« Hey Y/N is it ok if we leave? We have to go see Seb’s mother », commented Sarah. « Yes, of course. Thank you for stopping by for lunch », you smiled. « Again, happy birthday », said Seb before leaving. You continued walking down the hallways with Chris fascinated by the expositions. « Y/N/N we have to go. I reserved a fancy diner for us tonight and we have to go change », Chris said wrapping his arms around your waist and a long kiss on your forehead. You hugged him back and stroke his back « Alright let’s go », you said with a wide smile. You arrived at your place and saw a long white box with silver letters on it. « What’s that? », you asked confused. « Open it » « Did you get this for me? » He nodded. « I told you I didn’t want any present. » He shook his head « Just open it Y/N/N ». You did and found the most gorgeous red dress you ever saw.

Your eyes widen and your mouth formed into a small ‘O’, mesmerized by the beauty in front of you. « Wow », your voice came out as a whisper. « You like it? » You looked him in the eyes. « I love it. It’s so beautiful. Thank you so much Chris », you said and gave him a gentle kiss. « I’m gonna pour you a hot bat and then you will put on the dress, do your hair and makeup and we’ll meet back here alright? » You couldn’t form any words overwhelmed by pure happiness, so you nodded. « Oh, I think Sarah let something on the kitchen counter for you », he said nonchalantly. You headed to the kitchen and immediately recognized the bag. You shook your head and smiled in advance. You took out the box and found a matching red lingerie set and a small card saying ‘Happy birthday. Pretty sure Chris will enjoy it more than you but anyway. Kisses love you’.

You discretely took the box from Sarah and hid it in the bigger box where the dress was. Chris came out of the bathroom « It’s ready love. » He pecked your lips and you left the room. The bath was surrounded by rose petals and candles. ‘Omg’, you mumbled. You jumped on the place because you were so happy that you were with the man of your dreams who respected you and could make your heart melt with the simplest actions. Once you washed yourself and dried you attacked your hair. You straitened them and put it in a low but classy ponytail - for makeup you decided to do a black eyeliner and pop your lips with a bright red lipstick. You put on the dress that hugged all your curves perfectly and checked yourself on the mirror feeling beautiful. Before meeting Chris in the living room you decided to check on social media and respond to a few fan comments. You opened the Instagram app and saw the hundreds of notifications. ‘Damn, I will never get used to that’. Commenting on a few birthday wished you scrolled down and saw a picture where you were dressed as the Character you play in the movie. You were surprised and opened the picture, reading the comment underneath. ‘Happy Birthday to this queen. I can’t wait to see her on screen. She already slays in the trailer.’ « The trailer? », you wondered. You went to the MCU’s page and saw they posted a video. It was the trailer for Avengers 5. ‘Holly shit, they dropped the trailer.’ You looked so badass even if you only appeared for a few seconds. You opened the door and headed Chris’s way. « Babe, did you know they released the trailer? Omg it’s amazing » « Yeah, Mackie texted me a minute ago telling…. » You locked from your screen and found him looking at you with sparkling eyes. The rest of his sentence stuck on his throat. « What? Do I have something on my face? Is it the dress? » He cleared his throat and approached you « No, no. You’re beautiful. Breathtaking », he whispered. You blushed at his comment and smiled. « You look very handsome yourself. » He was wearing a dark blue suit with a clearer shade blue polo. He could wear a fucking tutu, he would still be looking like a God. ‘Not fair’

« Can I kiss you? You know because the lipstick » « Yes, it won’t come off. » He cupped your face and place a passionate kiss on your lips. « Hmm Let’s go darling. »

Chris discretely gave the address to the chauffeur and opened the door for you « My Lady », he gestured to the backseat. Once the car moved you turned to him and asked « Where are we going? » « You’ll see soon enough. » « So you’re not gonna tell me? » « Nope » The drive lasted 15 minutes and before we got out, Chris took something out of his pocket. « Honey, do you trust me? » You eyed him suspiciously « Normally, I do » He chuckled and continued « I’m gonna blind you with this, you’ll have to follow my instructions, Okay? » Your heart began to beat frantically against your ribcage « Yes », you whispered.

He guided you and you felt the atmosphere around you shift. Wanting to tease him you said « Blindfolding me. Are you eager for desert, Captain? » You smirked at your words imagining his reaction when you felt the tissue leaving your eyes. Once you opened them, your smile vanished completely and you looked horrified. « SURPRISE!!!! », your friends and co-workers yelled. ‘Oh my fucking god. I did not say what I said out loud with an audience around me’. Chris laughed loudly seeing your horrified expression. You hid your face with your hands praying that no one heard you. Mackie was the first to embrace you « Happy Birthday Y/N/N. Aren’t you a kinky little thing, hein?! », he stated. « I hate you », you mumbled. It was the turn of RDJ « You look absolutely ravishing dear. I love how your red face matches the dress », he teased. « Oh God. This can’t be happening. » « Oh yes it can, we all heard you », shouted Tom from the back. You looked at your surroundings and were at G. club. You went and greet everyone - a lot of hugs, cheek kisses, birthday wishes and of course teasing comments. « Wow, thank you so much for being here. » « You should thank your man. He put this all together. » You turned to him surprised that he would go for so much trouble organizing this for you. « You did? » « Well, I had some help », he said pointing towards Sarah and Seb. « Thank you so much. » « Come on people, let’s get this party starting », exclaimed Gazelle loudly. Her club, her rules, so everyone followed her to the vast buffet.

Everyone was having fun and you were in heaven having all your friends around you for your day. The dancing time came and we all hit the dance floor. Mackie showing us his sexy moves because the man could never get enough of showing his thick thighs. « Never forget leg day. Look right here », the actor pointed at, making everybody laugh. The next track played was ‘Adorn’ by Miguel and Chris took your hand « May I have this dance? » « With pleasure » Like a reflex, he put his arms around your waist and pushed you closer to him. Automatically, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, swaying slowly. You leaned your head on the crock of his neck and pressed a featherlike kiss. « What you thinking about?, he asked suavely. « That, this is perfect. All the people that I need in life are here. The girls, the cast, YOU. » You looked him in the eyes « Thank you so much Chris. For all this. for today. For everyday. » « Anything for you », he said before giving you a passionate kiss. You heard some people holler and smiled into the kiss. ‘This is perfect.’

« Alright people, presents time », exclaimed happily Sarah. « Ahh come on, I don’t want anything. You all being here is the best gift I could have asked for », you said. « Yeah, yeah, yeah », continued Sarah. You just shook your head at her antics. « You already got some of mine », she started smirking and wiggling her eyebrows, which made you laugh. « But, here’s a little extra. » She handed you the small bag and discovered she gave you the new Anastasia Beverly Hills makeup palette. « Wow, thank you that’s amazing », you said and hugged her.

Rapidly you were overflown by gifts, between new vinyls for your collection, to books, to concert tickets, you couldn’t be happier. They knew you were not the fancy type of person, so those presents very simply perfect. « Ok, I know you gonna be mad, but I have one more gift for you », exclaimed Chris. « Really? Chris, you’ve done so much already. Why would you give me another one? », you asked dumbfounded. « Because you gonna love this one especially. Wait here and cover your eyes ». You shook your head disapprovingly but did as he asked. Your heart was beating like the charade. You expired a long breath and heard his voice « Alright, open your eyes. » As soon as you did you were face to face with the most fluffy, most cute puppy dog. Your eyes almost burst out of your skull « Oh My Gooooooodddd » You heard the tiny pet ‘woof’.

Your hands were shaking. « You got me a dog? » « Yes », he grinned widely. « Can I take him? » « Of course, it’s your babe » You took the tiny little nugget in your arms and kissed his head carefully. « I can’t believe you got me a dog. Omg. He’s so cute. Look at his tiny paws », you squealed with delight. « Careful Chris, she’s gonna leave you for that dog », exclaimed Tom. « Oh no what have I done », responded Chris mockingly. « I don’t want to interrupt this moment, but I also have a present for you », said Kevin Feige. « You shouldn’t have. You’ve done so much for me already. Giving me such a huge opportunity to be part of the MCU. » « Well about that, you should check your Twitter account. » You looked at him confused, handed the dog to Chris for a second and logged into your Twitter account.

@KevinFeige : Today’s been 12 years that the MCU started and for this special occasion, I would like to announce that our birthday girl @Y/NY/L/N has been officially casted for a 12 picture-deal with Marvel. Congratulations.

You gasped loudly « No way? Are you serious? Is this for real? », you asked shocked. « It’s real. With the other producers and marketing team we’ve had a private projection of Avengers 5 and all agreed that you managed to pull out a performance beyond our expectation, so we decided to bring your character back », he said. You couldn’t believe that this whole Marvel journey was only the beginning. Overwhelmed by it, you started to cry and covered your face again. Everyone hollered at the news, congratulating you. You shook the producer’s hand for way to long but didn’t care « Thank you so so much. I don’t know what else to say. » « You don’t have to say anything. Congratulation. I can’t wait to see the fans reaction. » Scarlet, Lizzie and the others hugged you, happy to share the news with you. « By the way, do you have a name for the dog yet? », asked Seb. You thought for a second and smiled brightly « Ok, this is gonna sound so cheesy, but I think I’m naming him Marvel. » They laughed at your name choice. « Marvel? Really? », said Chris. The dog woofed in agreement and you smiled even brighter. He looked back at him « Marvel it is. » You took the tiny dog in your hands and kissed your boyfriend. « Get a room, already », shouted RDJ.

The party ended a few hours later and you head back home with all the bags and most importantly your little nugget. You couldn’t look away from him. « He’s so cute », you repeated several times, making Chris chuckle. Once inside, you prepared a little place for Marvel with a blanket, water and food. As soon as you laid down the puppet, he curled into the blanket and fell asleep. Even if you could look at him for hours, it was time to take care of another special being. « I’ll be right back », you told. You stepped in the bathroom, carefully took your gorgeous dress off and put on the lingerie Sarah offered you.

You took a look in the mirror and tried to calm your nerves. You hadn’t been intimate with Chris yet, so it was nerve-racking. Seeing you exposed like this would have made you self-conscious three years ago, but knowing that you had the chance to be with someone that loved you for you and was ready to worship you in any sense made you somehow confident. You stepped out of the bathroom and headed to the bedroom where you know he would be. The moment he caught your sight, his breath quickened and you saw him swallow hardly. You stepped seductively towards him, swaying your hips. « Y/N », his voice came out as a whisper. You straddled his lap like you did earlier in the day and hold your face inches from his. You were both panting and nothing had happen yet. « Are you sure? », he asked. « I’ve never been more sure in my life. I want you. » It was all he needed to hear before he kissed you hungrily, tongues immediately dancing with each other until you were out of breath. He started trailing open-mouthed kisses on your neck finding your sweet spot once you let out a whimper. Feeling him harden under you, you grinned on him seeking for some sort of friction, making him groan. « This », he said touching the stripes of your bra « is fucking hot ». You moaned hearing and feeling the effect you had on him. You tugged at his shirt and throw it over his head. ‘Oh God, his chest.’ You slightly traced your fingers on his firm and muscular chest, curving every line of his abs. « No. This is hot », you whispered. Your lips met again. In a fraction, he had you on your back and hovered his tall frame over you, grinding into your hips, making both of you moan. You took out your bra making him take one of your nipples between his teeth. You arched your back feeling so much pleasure. He sucked on it while grabbing the other one with his heavy hand. « Chris…Hmm…Please », you bucked your hips to his. He came back to your neck, sucking and marking you as his « Mine ». One of his hands slid down your folds making you arch your back even more, searching for more friction. « God, so wet baby. Is this all for me? » « Chris, please » « What, no foreplay hun? », he asked smugly. « Ain’t nobody got time for that », you told him. His chuckle vanished once you touched his shaft. Grabbing him through his pants. « Fuck », he moaned. Hearing him moan made you even more wet and he noticed it. « Does my moans turn you on babe? » You nodded frantically. « Hmmm », he continued. You closed your eyes because you couldn’t take his teasing anymore. He sensed your desperation because in reality he was as desperate for you as you for him.

He took your laced panties next, stroking your folds and clit. You bucked your hips further into his hand. « So beautiful » He discharged his trousers and boxers at the same time and his cock sprung free, hitting his stomach. You gasped at how long and thick it was. Biting your lip you guided your fingers around him and stroke it. « Shit Y/N. If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum », he rasped. His eyes locked at you and you immediately know what he was implying « The nightstand ». He smiled and took a condom before rolling it down his shaft. He alined himself at your entrance « Ready? » You nodded and felt your walls stretching slowly. You gasped at the sensation. Chris filling you inch by inch. You were both panting. « Chrisss.. move please ». He started thrusting slowly, your hips finding his. « Shit. So tight. So perfect babe. Squeezing me so good » You let out an almost pornographic moan hearing him talk like that and he joined yours. « Look how perfectly we fit babe. Mine. All mine », he moaned. « Yours », you said and felt him twitch inside you. His thrusts became harder and felt pleasure overflowing you. « Chris..I’m..I’m.. » « I know baby, me too. » Your cunt began to squeeze him. « Fuck. Cum baby, cum with me », he groaned. A few thrusts later, you were both cumming hard, euphoria washing through your bodies. Your silent screams coming out of your mouth. Felling his cock throb inside you made your pleasure last longer. You both came down your high, his head laying on your chest, your fingers caressing his hair. He slid out of you, discharging the condom into the bin and laid beside you. He closed the gap between your sweaty bodies and engulfed you in his arms, your head on his broad chest. He took your chin and kissed you gently « I love you Y/N » « I love you Chris », were the last phrases heard in the bedroom before you both felt asleep.

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Saudade - Steve Rogers x Reader

Request: Steve Rogers anon here! would you maybe do one where the reader’s grandmother used to be one of his friends before he was frozen, and she has powers so she’s involved with the Avengers, but not like working with them. she attends one of Tony’s parties and Steve thinks she’s her grandmother for a second before he realizes she’s a different person, and from that moment on he’s mesmerized by her? you can make up the rest! Warnings: My English, language, my first Steve fic!! Gifs aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners. Also, Pietro is alive. I don’t care. He is alive. Oh, and your grandmother is called Meredith. I don’t know why, tbh. Saudade is a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return. “The love that remains” Word Count~3.3k MASTERLIST Pending Requests

His past felt like ages ago. Probably because it was. He had missed out a couple of things, that was for sure. But the truth was, he was missing one person in specific, other than his best friend. A girl. Not just any girl. She was special. She wore flowers in her hair, the cold air blowing against her skin, making him wish that he could just hold her closer. She was different, delicate, elegant, loving and sweet. And she was beautiful. Stunning. And he, just like any other guy, fell for her. But he never learned that she had indeed fallen for him too. Doesn’t it always come down to the love of a woman?

It had always been difficult but you were always up for the challenge. You had to evolve and excel as everyone kept telling you. You never really took a break from the whole ‘I have to muster my powers and kick ass’ thing but tonight it was an exception. You had powers, you didn’t really want, mainly because they were forcibly given to you by a crazy scientist who worked for HYDRA. That was why you wanted to train and become physically capable of doing what your powers could do. That was how you met them. The Avengers. You had been training with Natasha and Clint, beating the hell out of many punching bags and with Wanda, trying to catch up with your abilities. Speaking modestly, you were good. But you never let that fact get into your head and stop you from becoming better. You knew the others as well, but you had never met Steve. Actually, that was a lie. You felt that you knew him better than you knew yourself. How was that possible? Your grandmother. She had been his friend for as long as she could remember. She had even fallen in love with him at some point, but then he had left and joined the army. The rest was history. She loved and fell in love again, but he always held a special place in her heart. You understood that much. You took a deep breath and entered the Avengers Tower that tonight was packed. You felt like you were entering a club or something and truly wished you were back in the gym, with your sweatpants on. Instead, you were walking in black heels and wearing a lacy, backless and sleeveless, floor length, light champagne pink dress with three strands pearls framing loosely your exposed back. It was beautiful and you were thankful to Pepper. You just felt weird. You weren’t really that kind of girl-in all honesty, it felt like something your grandmother would wear. She was all about dresses and elegance. You favorited jeans and knives. But you didn’t really have a choice. Tony had made it very clear that it was a formal party and nothing less was expected of you. With Pepper’s outfit, Natasha’s makeup skills and Wanda’s hair tricks, you were more than presentable. You tried not to play with your hair- it was a nervous habit of yours- because you would ruin the beautiful waves. ‘Okay, you got this’ you kept repeating over and over again. Once you reached the floor that hosted the main event and stepped inside you froze. Tony had gone big. Even bigger than before and that said something. This was so extra… even if you were talking about Tony Stark. You couldn’t see the walls or much of the decoration because of the dim light but the music that was playing was loud enough for you to not be able to listen to your own thoughts. It wasn’t the kind of music you had been expecting, though. It was soft and melodic and… jazz? What happened to rock? And then it hit you. The reason why Pepper had chosen that very dress, which resembled the vintage style; the reason why Nat had insisted on that bold dark red lipstick and the winged eyeliner; the reason why Wanda had chosen that hairstyle. But then everything seemed to blur; time stilled and your eyes were fixed on a very familiar face and magnetic blue eyes. It was like electricity ran through your veins. “You look spectacular” Pietro told you while his eyes were roaming your figure. That snapped you out of your daydream. You blushed at his obvious flirting. Where was your confidence? You didn’t blush. “You don’t look bad yourself” you answered truthfully. He was a handsome young man and the black, three-piece suit really did make him look ravishing. Especially that silver tie that matched the exact shade of his hair. He wasn’t exactly arrogant, not to you at least. He offered his arm and you took it, sending him a thankful smile. “I’m afraid, you win this time” he admitted as you were approaching the other Avengers. Your eyes took in their outfits. Tony had been serious about this one. “You did listen to me” he commented a bit sarcastic but impressed as well. You wanted to roll your eyes but you stopped yourself. It wasn’t polite. You had manners. You grandmother had taught you well. “It’s nice to see you too, Anthony” you said, calling him by his full name. He hated that and he knew that he was annoying you every time you called him that. “Yeah, whatever. This is Capsicle. Capsicle, this is-” he was cut off. “Meredith?” Steve breathed out. Oh, no. Your eyes went wide for a second. You knew you looked like her but you never understood just how much. “No. Y/N, her granddaughter” you kindly told him as you extended your hand. He didn’t react immediately but when he recollected himself, he grasped your hand in a firm but gentle handshake. For the second time in just a few moments, you felt a jolt of electricity through your body. And you were pretty sure that it was caused by his touch. When you removed your hand, you realized that you had been staring at him as he had been staring at you all that time. If you thought that Pietro looked ravishing, Steve looked enticing, bewitching and tantalizing. He too wore a total black three-piece suit with silky shawl lapels. And his eyes… God save those eyes. “I am sorry ma’am” he apologized and your heart melted when he called you ma’am. You always liked the old-fashioned ways, they were far more polite and … well, romantic. “No need to. I understand” you told him sincerely. He must have been shocked to death. He smiled, obviously relaxed but very intrigued by your presence. You thought that he must have wanted to know about your grandmother but honestly, it wasn’t just that. “Okay, let’s leave the Capsicle to make a fool of himself, shall we? Here, dear. You’re going to need it to survive this fossil” Tony remarked, every word oozing with sarcasm, as he handed you a Millionaire Cocktail. It was basically, Rum with Gin, apricot brandy and lime juice served in a fancy glass and given its name by the Billionaire. With that, he and Pepper left; Wanda winked at you and dragged an annoyed Pietro with her but as soon as spotted Vision she left him with Clint, Nat flirted with Bruce and Thor was drinking like a mad-man with Sam. “I have heard awfully a lot about you, Steven Grant Rogers” you lightheartedly informed him, leaning against the bar counter and tasting your drink. Surprisingly enough, it was nice. He slightly blushed. The more he was looking at you the more he spotted the differences. You were a bit taller than her. You had a fuller um… chest and more defined curves. He wanted to facepalm. He was being a perv. But he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering. You had a nice body but you had an extraordinary face. Big, captivating eyes, full, plump lips… “All good things, right?” he joked as he took a sip of his drink. You laughed and it felt genuine. He was nice to talk to. “Quite the opposite, really” you chuckled and your smile sent him a pleasantly warm feeling, making him smile widely. Your whole body was leaning closer and you had to hold back. He was like a magnet, even though he didn’t seem to know. “How is-Is she…?” he trailed off, not knowing how to convey what he wanted to ask you but you got it. After all, it was only natural for him to want to know about his friend. “She passed ten years before you wake up” you quietly told him. His face fell but he expected it. He had lost seventy years. Not seven. “I’m sorry” he said honestly in a small voice. You smiled softly and shook your head. “I should be the one saying that to you” you simply yet truthfully informed him. You didn’t pretend to understand what he had been through but you had your share of losses and you knew how that felt. He took in the brutal honesty of your tone and the soft gaze in your eyes and felt entranced. “And your mother?” he asked again but regretted it when he saw you looking away from him for a second. “She died when I was ten, in a car crash, along with my father” you admitted, hoping that he won’t realize what had truly happened. You were proven wrong. He was clever. His face fell and his eyes widened in disbelief. “Bucky?” he questioned, his voice dropping an octave. “No, no. Bucky has never hurt me or my family. That person was the Winter Soldier. It’s not the same” you firmly told him. You were aware of the whole Bucky-deal. And you truly believed that Bucky could be ‘saved’. You had been experimented on by HYDRA as well. You knew how that felt like. He didn’t answer. You just sipped your drinks in silence, appreciating the music and trying to relax. You had had a long day and alcohol was helping. He, however, was mesmerized by your demeanor. You were sweet like Meredith but you were fierce as well, stronger in a way. It was something about you that made him want to get to know you. Not because you were her granddaughter but because he truly wanted to … befriend you? Not exactly. The music slowed down and a lot of people-most of them, you hadn’t seen before- started dancing to the rhythm. You were about to make yourself another drink when his voice brought you back to reality. “Would you like to dance?” he asked shyly but seductively. At least, it was to you. You bit your bottom lip. “I don’t know how to” you sheepishly replied and looked down as a blush was very visible. “You don’t have to” he softly explained, taking your hand and leading you in the middle of the room. He was being bossy. In a nice way. In a very nice way. Authority suited him. He placed his hands around your waist, pulling you closer as you rested yours loosely around his neck. This was one of the most surreal things you had ever done. But hey, here you were, dancing with Steve Rogers, the guy your grandma liked, the guy who had woken up seventy years later, the guy who was Captain America. The guy you found so charismatic.

You had left the party after that dance. You had excused yourself because you couldn’t possibly believe that you sort of liked the same guy your grandma did. You felt guilty, even though you had done nothing wrong. Little did you know, that he felt the exact same way. He didn’t know if he had taken a liking to you because you were you or because you reminded him her. That was three months ago. You were hanging around the Tower more often than not, training with everyone including Steve. That was weird. He would go easy on you, at first. But you had shown him that you could take a hit and throw ten more back. He used to beat your ass up but lately, he struggled and that only meant you were getting stronger. You had talked a couple of times about a numerous of things. He asked you about Meredith, about your life and your ideas. You had told him about your powers something that you thought would freak him out but he was so kind that you felt your heart breaking. You truly liked him and he was off-limits. You hadn’t asked much about him because you didn’t want to pry but he had found himself telling you almost everything. He hadn’t told you about his crush on your grandmother because it would just make everything so much more difficult. He didn’t want to believe that you wouldn’t like him if you had met him back then, but then again, no one did. He didn’t know this, but you had seen him in pictures, being all adorkable. It wasn’t his body that made you like him. It was a bonus but it wasn’t necessary. You were currently in the kitchen. It was 3:26 AM. You hadn’t slept because you kept thinking about him and considering the possibilities. He probably didn’t even like you. “You look so much like her, yet you are nothing alike” he had stated once. And you didn’t know how or what to answer, so you tried to play it cool as you replied: “I’ll take that as a compliment”. Boomerang. “It was meant as one, ma’am”. You had to admit that whenever he was calling you ma’am you were melting. He was such a gentleman and-no… you couldn’t. Were you? You were falling for him, for fuck’s sake. God blessed America, you thought bitterly. You were making hot cocoa with a hint of honey instead of sugar. It was something you had come up with when you were just a child. It reminded of you of serenity. Someone was coughing, trying to make their presence known. You glanced up from your cup. Just your luck. “What’s wrong?” he asked you, concerned. You sent him a tired smile as you shrugged it off. “Everything’s fine” you tried to lie. You really tried but you were worse than him. He raised a questioning eyebrow. You rolled your eyes, finishing your hot cocoa and placing the mug in the sink before giving up. “Can’t sleep” you simply told him. He furrowed his eyebrows. You were too tired for this. He didn’t answer, he just nodded his head, gesturing you to follow him. You debated with yourself. Fuck it, what could go wrong, right? He walked all the way to his room and you were left puzzled. What was the meaning of this? Maybe, since you were tired, you couldn’t understand. Maybe you had interpreted him the wrong way. Or maybe – He opened the door and stepped in, before he turned to you, patiently waiting. His room was bigger than yours but it wasn’t the reason you were left speechless. One of the walls was just glass. You could see everything. The city lights were spreading like lava. It was captivating. Everything seemed to be moving and to be frozen altogether. You found peace in chaos. Slowly you stepped inside, too fascinated by the view. “When I first… woke up, I didn’t know who I was. I wasn’t the person who I used to be, that was for sure. But then I kind of found myself in late night drives without a destination. Just driving through the city. I felt so small and I have to admit that when people look up to you and see this ‘big guy’, feeling small is actually rather appealing” he softly said as he sat down on his bed, eyes glued to the city outside. “There is nothing prettier than a city at 5 AM with its empty streets and cold wind” you whispered but it was loud enough in the stillness of the moment. The lights were brightening up the gloomy night but they were also consumed by it. You could feel the circle of life. “There is” he said under his breath but you heard it. You looked at him only to find his eyes fixed on you. Your heart skipped a beat. He had wooed you since the very first moment. “She talked about you, you know” you kindly said, changing the subject and walking over to him, plopping down beside him. His face softened, a warm smile appeared on his lips. “She would always tell me how stupidly brave you were. But the look on her face told me a different story. She liked you. I think she had a crush on you. Who would blame her?” you finally admitted. He had the right to know. His smile widened but it held a bit of sorrow. You realized why. “You liked her too, didn’t you? Well, who could blame you? She was radiant and elegant, sweet and caring… She had this photo of you… you looked so adorkable and she would always laugh because even though you had become… this, she truly believed that you were the same stupidly brave good guy. And she was right”. You were rambling but he seemed to enjoy it. He even chuckled at the last part but then his eyes pierced yours with such intensity that you wanted to avert your gaze. You couldn’t. “You think I was adorkable?” he questioned you and under any other circumstances it would seem playful but right now it only felt like a burning need to know. You just hummed in agreement because you truly didn’t trust your voice. You were so close to him. His hand was resting on your knee. He smiled and you felt like you could literally die. Unfortunately, you couldn’t keep quiet. “You’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town” you breathed out. Suddenly, you became very much aware of the proximity and the way he kept looking at you, the way he had turned his body towards you, the way his breath was falling on your lips, the way his scent was intoxicating you. You were no longer someone who was trying to save the world, you were just a person who was about to risk a friendship, to say a big ‘screw it’ to everything and just kiss the guy. And you did. You slowly leaned forward and paused for a second or two, giving him time to pull away. He didn’t. When your lips touched his, you understood that to live was a beautiful way to die. It felt right. His soft lips were too gentle upon yours but they were fire. The faint taste of sugar and spice was making it too hard to break apart, even when your lungs were screaming for air. “I am not her” you simply murmured against his lips. You felt the soft smile. “I know” he whispered back. He knew that you weren’t her. At first, he thought he liked you because you looked like someone familiar, someone he liked but he soon realized that it wasn’t the similarity that mesmerized him. That was you. You as for who you truly were. Not you as a clone. You as the sweet and fierce woman, the shy and bold the personality that kicked in whenever you witnessed injustice. You as one of the most enthralling people he had ever met. You as his present and hopefully, his future.

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