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Reflections | S. Rogers

Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: An offhanded under-the-breath comment you make sets Steve off. He decides to teach you a lesson about talking like that- especially when the words are aimed at his best girl.

> Word Count: 4.7K

> Warnings: Insecure reader, body image issues, little bit of angst, mentions of injuries, angry!Steve, soft!Steve (I have to balance it out my friends), established relationship, smutsmutsmut: Mutual masterbation, spitting, thigh riding, spanking, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap it b4 you tap it my friends), lotsssss of praise, cum play, size kink, body worship, overstim, crying (but from happiness 🤧), pet names (sweetheart, good girl, & pretty girl), reader calls Steve sir a few times BAHAH, mirror sex?? LMAO I THINK THATS IT.

A/N: HOLY SHIT GUYS this one is longggg and a doozy. But y’all are nasty and apparently love this shit so HERE YOU GO WHORES <3 Any feedback is appreciated. (Also, Tumbr glitched when I was nearly done writing it the first time, so I had to basically write it all over. Love that for myself.)

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The humming of the jet wasn’t able to distract you for long.

You were stupid.

So, so, so stupid.

The mission was supposed to be clean. Easy. Simple. Something a newbie could pull off in ten minutes tops.

But of course, being the people pleaser you were, you told Tony you’d get the extra intel for him.

It was only a flash drive.

But the damn thing nearly cost you your life.

Even though you only had a few scratches on you, you weren’t going to hear the end of it.

“I mean seriously! How reckless can one person be? I gave you orders and it is not a personal choice wether or not you follow them. You do. You do because I am in charge. I make the calls.” Steve yelled, his rant going on for nearly fifteen minutes now.

You had heard enough. “Are you done?” You snapped, silencing Steve. He turned in his chair to look at you, your body curled into the passenger chair.

“No. No, I’m not done, actually. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, Y/n! From now on you don’t take orders from Tony, or anyone else for that matter if they’re not the one leading the mission. Is that understood?” His jaw was tight and his eyes narrow, locked on your heated face.

You hated when he went all Captain on you like this, shouting at you like you were just another member of the team and not his girlfriend for fucks sake. It’s one of the reasons you never liked going on duo missions with him anymore.

“I asked you a question, Y/n. Answer me.” His voice was dark. He wasn’t playing around.

“I understand.”

“Look at my face when you speak to me.” He ordered, earning an eye roll from you.

You turned to face him, legs planted firm on the ground. Your eyes were just as cold as his. “I said I understand, Captain.” You spat, quickly moving to your prior position on your chair before he could say something else.

“Can’t wait to add ‘unable to follow orders’ on the ever-growing list…” You mumbled into your palm. You didn’t intend on Steve hearing you, but of course he did anyway.

“What did you just say?” He asked, looking at the sky ahead.

You huffed. “It was a fucking joke, Steve.”

He shook his head, pressing a few buttons on the glowing panel in front of him. “No, say it again. What list?”

God, he was relentless. You buried your head in your hand, refusing to answer. Steve could never let things go.

“Are you serious right now, Y/n? What fucking list are you-”

“Oh my god, Steve! I’m talking about the list of shit I hate about myself! You know- how I can’t follow orders, I’m ignorant, bitchy, I complain too much, I’m impulsive-” You yelled, counting the traits on your fingers for dramatic affect, “and that’s only my personality, don’t even get me started on the shit I hate about my body.” The words flew out faster than you could catch them, not meaning to say aloud that last part. You slumped in your seat, chest huffing and face hot with an annoyed pout on your lips.

Steve was pissed now, his knuckles burning white from his death grip on the steering controls. “For the sake of keeping the jet in tact, I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that. I don’t want to hear another word from you until we get back, is that clear?”

Dread filled you, burning the contents of your veins. “Crystal.”

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The rest of the jet ride was short, thankfully, and entirely too silent until you returned to the compound.

As soon as you stepped off the landing platform Steve was on your tail. You were ahead of him by quite a few yards, wanting nothing more than to just get to your room so you could sleep this whole disastrous mission off. Luckily, Steve stopped behind you when Tony turned the corner, taking a quick breath before he started laying into him, reprimanding him for giving you orders. You passed Tony, handing him the flash drive with a quiet apology before heading to your room.

Steve’s words were drowned out as soon as you shut your door, immediately shedding your dirty tactile suit and boots in the dark. You tossed them in the corner, missing the hamper by a good foot, and turned on your lamp before moving to the bathroom.

His words crept their way back in your head as you turned the shower on, a thick cloud of steam quickly filling the room. You turned to face the mirror, grimacing at the state of your body.

You had dirt and blood splattered all around your skin, a few already scabbing cuts from the fight finding a home on your arms and stomach.

A sigh left you as you grabbed for your comb, doing your best to untangle the knots in your hair. You didn’t care about being gentle. Anger still boiled in you, making you even more sick at your reflection.

You took a deep breath as you entered the shower, trying to calm down before you had to face Steve again. The water was scalding, simultaneously rinsing away the filth that covered you and the words that taunted you. You crouched down, sitting on the shower floor and wrapping your arms over your legs. You were exhausted, that’s for sure.

With your head settled between your bent knees you didn’t hear the bathroom door open. Nor did you hear Steve undressing. You only noticed his presence when the sliding glass shower door opened, not bothering to look up and see him getting in behind you.

Taking a shower together was your post-mission ritual. Normally they were taken under better conditions, but they were never skipped.

Steve bent down behind you, draping his arms around your entire frame and planting kisses to the side of your head. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, sweetheart. I was upset, but should have waited until I was calm before I talked to you. I know now that you were just trying to do a favor for Tony.” He moved the the back of your neck, trailing light pecks over it and across your shoulders.

“I was just scared. That flash drive nearly got my beautiful girl killed. The thought of losing you over something so little is not ideal, and I won’t let it happen under my watch. Regardless, I didn’t need to scream at you. I’m sorry, Y/n.” Steve finished, setting his head on top of yours, still holding onto you under the stream of water.

Despite the crap that sometimes comes out of his mouth, Steve is a good communicator. He’ll tell you when he’s upset, angry, nervous, jealous. And he’s willing to admit when he’s wrong.

“Can I stand you up, pretty girl?” He asked, the words getting mumbled in your wet hair.

You nodded and he moved his hands, wrapping them over your upper arms to help you up. Once you were on your feet he turned you to face him, his face much softer than before as he looked at you.

“You okay? If you’re upset with me I can give you some space.” His hand smoothed over your cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb.

You shook your head, words still failing you, and moved into his chest. You were mad, yes. But you understood where he was coming from.

You would yell at him the same if he made your mistakes too.

He held you tight, running his hand along your spine as the other cradled your head, his lips leaving wet kisses along your hairline. “I would like to talk about what you said, though.”

There it is.

You internally groaned, not wanting to explain to your boyfriend that sometimes you didn’t like who you are or what you looked like.

So what?

“Do we have to?” You whined, snuggling further into his chest.

“I just want to know why you have a list of things you dislike about yourself. You’re the most perfect person I know, sweetheart.”

You shrugged. “Don’t we all? And I’m not perfect. I’ve got attitude problems and cellulite. My arms are jiggly and I have more stretch marks now because I’ve gained ten pounds in the last few months. Ten!” You answered dramatically, keeping your eyes closed as Steve started to wash your body, the lavender scented soap not doing much to help you relax.

His hand gripped your chin. “Open your eyes and look at me, sweetheart.” He waited to speak again until you were staring at him. “None of that makes you any less perfect. Do you have any idea how beautiful I think you are?”

He waited for an answer.

All you could do was shrug. You knew he loved you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to see you through his eyes just yet.

Your lack of answer made his jaw twitch.

He didn’t say another word as he finished cleaning your body and moved on to washing your hair. He was gentle, massaging your scalp with your coconut shampoo before rinsing it away, following up with its matching conditioner.

Once you were all clean he finally spoke, putting a firm hand against the side of your face. “I want you to get out and dry off. Don’t get dressed. I’ll be out in a few minutes and I expect you to be on the bed, waiting patiently like the good girl you are. Understood?”

You nodded and his hand gripped harder on your face.

“Words.” He commanded.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Jesus Christ.

A familiar throb started humming at your core. Steve hardly acted like this, but when he did... you knew you were in for a long night. “Yes, Sir.” You answered, more awake and less angry than before.

He smiled and sent a pat on your ass. “Go.”

You did as you were told, slipping out of the shower and drying off, doing your best to squeeze the extra water from your hair before sitting in the center of the bed with your knees tucked under you. Your breathing was hard to control and your heart was fluttering behind your ribs. The waiting games always got you nervous, but you just sat there as patiently as possible as Steve finished his own shower, probably taking the time to plan out exactly what he wanted to do with you.

The turn of the shower faucet caught your attention, your heart rate climbing as you heard Steve get out and towel himself down. He must’ve wanted to torture you because he was taking his sweet time.

It was only a minute later when the bathroom door finally opened, a naked Steve walking out and walking to you incredibly slow. It didn’t help your cause that he already had an erection and it looked borderline painful as it hit against his abs with each step he took.

“See, my pretty girl knows exactly how to follow directions.” He leaned across the bed and kissed at your awaiting lips a few times before standing straight again. He held his hand out below your face.

“Spit.”

Your eyes widened at his demand, but you did it anyway, forming a pool of saliva in his outstretched palm.

You didn’t take your sight off of him as he circled around the bed, his gaze reminding you of how a predator looks just before they capture and devour their prey. When he turned and sat himself down on the chair in the corner, you got confused.

“What are you doing?” You asked, your voice quiet and sweet as you watched him, his legs spreading and his back settling down into the cushion.

His eyes never left yours once, talking again but ignoring your question. “Open your legs, pretty girl, I wanna see you touch yourself.”

You stopped breathing for a second. He noticed, a twitch of his smirk pulling at his lips. “Go on. Be a good girl and do as your told. Touch yourself.”

Unsure, you shifted toward the headboard, letting your back hit the pillows before your legs parted, exposing your wet cunt to Steve. He stared at you while he waited, his smirk growing as your fingers finally circled around your clit, a soft gasp pulling from your lips.

“Do you wanna know what I think about when I get myself off?” He started, his voice low and dark.

Good God.

“Now- I don’t do it often, because nothing gets me off better than the hands and lips of my pretty girl- but on the off chance I’m on a mission that’s taking me away from you for more than a week… I can’t seem to help myself.” His left hand went behind his head, his right going around his other head, gripping it slowly before he started to pump. Your spit slicked him up, mixing with the beads of his precum to make the job easier.

“You’ll send me a picture of your gorgeous face, or-”, Steve stuttered, his hips bucking off the chair as he quickened his pace, “hell, if we can’t have contact I’ll bring one with me. Just one look at that face and body of yours gets me going, it gets me riled up to the point that I need to touch myself or it’ll hurt for the rest of the day.” He moaned, his head tilting back before slowing down. “Everything about you turns me on- gets me so hard. Your voice, your face, your body, your scent, your taste-” He panted, his chest rising and falling heavily as he went on. “I have no willpower when it comes to you, pretty baby. None at all.”

“Stevie, can I-” You started to ask, the coil deep in your stomach nearly about to snap. You were soaking wet, the lewd sounds of your fingers rolling over your clit filling the room.

“Don’t even think about it, sweetheart.” Steve knew exactly what you wanted, but he wasn’t ready to let you have it just yet.

You tried to listen to him- you really did, but his voice was so gravelly and you could smell his shampoo from your spot on the bed and it was driving you insane. Your fingers kept their pace, your head pushing into the pillows and your back arching ever so slightly off the bed. You were so close. You nearly had it before a large hand snapped around your wrist, pulling it away from your core and stopping your impending orgasm.

Your eyes fluttered open, a whine falling from you from the loss of contact. Steve hovered above you, his free arm digging into the mattress to keep his weight off of your body. He didn’t say anything as he looked into your eyes, his breath trailing over your collarbones and chin.

Steve slowly brought your glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking off your arousal until they were clean. His pupils were huge, only a sliver of his pretty blues showing underneath the darkness that overtook them. You felt his cock twitch against your stomach, a drop of precum landing on your skin.

His free arm tucked under your back, hoisting you up as he sat on the bed. He guided you to his lap, your core landing on his bare skin and your breasts bouncing from the movement. His eyes lingered on them for far too long, silence settling between you.

Most people would assume Steve Rogers is an ass man, and he would agree for the most part. But there was something so tantalizing and mouthwatering about your breasts that he just couldn’t fucking help himself. They were so full and tender and responsive and it drove him crazy. He would give up every material possession of his just to fuck them once, but that could wait for another day.

Just not a day too far in the future.

His eyes trailed up and locked on yours as he dove down, his lips capturing one of your nipples as he sucked hard.

“Fuck… Steve…” You mewled, your fingers wrapping in the strands of gold atop his head.

He didn’t say anything, instead he let your hardened nipple go with a soft pop and sat back with a purse on his lips, signaling he wanted a kiss. You leaned in, falling right in his trap. As soon as you connected your lips a sharp slap landed on your ass, a yelp falling in Steve’s open mouth. One of his arms was hooked under your thigh to keep you against him, not letting you go as he landed two more open-handed smacks to the flesh.

“That’s for disobeying my orders.” A final hit came down, this one twice as painful as the first few. It was easy to tell that he still had pent up anger left simmering in him from earlier. Your skin was burning, your eyes watering from the sting. “And thats for questioning my judgement. You’re my girl, and when I say you’re fuckin’ perfect, you better believe it as fact, got it?” His fingers were kneading into the tingling flesh, massaging the burn away.

“Yes, Sir.” You huffed, your eyes glossy and your face nearly sweating under his gaze.

“I want you to ride my thigh, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” Steve asked, his face close to yours, noses brushing softly together.

This man was going to be the death of you.

You nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“I want you to cum this time. You don’t have to ask.” He said before pressing his lips to yours, his hands crawling up to find purchase on your waist. He helped guide you along his strong thigh while you rocked your hips back and fourth. The friction was heavenly, and you were a moaning mess on top of him. Your mouth was open against his, your breaths mingling together as you rode him, the coil in your stomach ready to snap.

It was so much all at once. You felt everything and it was sending you into overdrive. His hands on your waist, his nails digging crescent shaped marks into your skin. His breath along your collarbones and throat, goosebumps raising from the heat it left behind. The flex of his thigh and how he was barely bouncing it, but that added movement made all the difference. The flutter in your walls begging for a release only Steve could give you. It was entirely too much for you to handle.

“Steve…”

And boy did it snap.

Your orgasm hit you like an eighteen wheeler, your head falling to his shoulder as you released on his thigh, his skin slick with your arousal. He was panting too, his hands gripping so harshly into your sides you were worried he might be drawing blood.

He pressed gentle kisses to your neck, praises falling out in between. “Good girl. Such a fuckin’ good girl for me, aren’t you?” Steve asked, his voice rumbling in your ears.

“Jus’ for you, Stevie.” You nodded heavily, blissed out after your first release.

After a few more sloppy kisses were placed over your face, he pulled away, his hands cupping both cheeks as he forced you to look at him.

You blurted the words out before he could speak.

“I love you.”

The three words that always came so easily to you when you looked at Steve. It was true. You loved him. Not a single day would pass where you wouldn’t love him.

And he knew this all too well.

Steve’s face softened, his small grin growing wider. “And I love you. So much.” He proclaimed, pressing the lightest of kisses to the tip of your nose. “I’m so sorry for yelling at you earlier. You didn’t deserve it.”

You were quick to shake your head, a rogue tear falling down your face and onto Steve’s hand. “It’s alright, honey. Thank you for apologizing, but I was being reckless. You were just trying to keep me safe. I’m sorry too.” His thumb swiped at the wet trail the tear left behind.

“It’s okay. I love you so fucking much-” He said, his voice breaking as his eyes glossed over. Quickly your lips were back on his and he seemed eager to drink you down. Before he could get too ahead of himself, he pulled back, his eyes lidded and dark.

“Hands and knees on the bed, baby. I’m gonna show you how much I fuckin’ love you, and you’re gonna watch.”

Your entire body shuddered as you nodded, peeling yourself away from him and crawling down so your knees and forearms were pressed to the blanketed mattress, your ass in the air and waiting. You focused on his movements behind you, easy to see now that you faced the large mirror that stood in the corner and was pointed directly at the bed.

Steve must’ve done that before he met you in the shower.

A quiet whine left you when his hands landed on your hips, jostling your body forward an inch, your breasts grazing the duvet. His eyes locked on yours in the mirror, the smirk he wore enchanting and devilish at the same time.

Steve was a sneaky man. Sometimes a little too sneaky. It’s why you were so caught off guard when you felt two of his long, thick fingers enter your pussy, your mouth falling open at the sensation.

“Fuck- fucking hell, Stevie.” You moaned into the bed, your nails digging into the blanket for support.

“My beautiful girl…” Steve cooed, his fingers pumping in and out of you like it was his job. “Taking me so well while I’m stretching you out, huh?” His free hand was caressing your side, the pads of his fingers tracing over every iridescent stretch mark that found a home there. His eyes never left yours for even a second, worried he’d miss the way your face contorted from how he played you so expertly. He curled his fingers up, grazing your g-spot with each push and pull.

“Stevie… I’m gonna cum again…” You whined into your hand, drool falling past your lips and onto your skin.

Steve chuckled softly, a shake of his head following as if he was lost in thought. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” His own mouth fell open to mirror yours as he felt you clench around his slick fingers, the pulse of your walls sending a heat to his growing erection.

Slurred words that resembled his name dropped from your mouth, and the coil in your stomach was fading. But Steve’s fingers weren’t slowing down… if anything- they were gaining speed as you rode out your orgasm.

“Honey, w…what are you doing?” You mumbled, beads of sweat forming on your face. “Ahh-” You whimpered, brows knitting together as a third finger entered your aching cunt.

Steve’s eyes weren’t on yours anymore, but instead were focused on how your pussy accepted his fingers so well. “You’re still so tight pretty baby… how are you gonna take all of me, huh?”

You felt thankful for the soundproof walls that surrounded you because you were not being quiet.

“Please, Stevie. I- I can take you… I promise. Please… please…” Your chest was heaving and another orgasm was quickly approaching.

You fell over the edge easily once Steve’s large thumb circled your clit. He rubbed it once, twice, and a third time before you were spasming around him yet again, your moans turning into loud yells against the comforter.

“I know you can baby, just don’t wanna hurt you- that’s all.” He answered before pulling his dripping wet fingers from you, gracefully sweeping them into his mouth yet again before he sucked your arousal right off of them. He hummed around his fingers and closed his eyes, lost in the taste of you.

When his eyes opened again, he looked nothing short of feral. Like something had overcome him and he felt like he had to be in you right now or he’d lose his god damn mind.

So he gave in, dragging his swollen tip across your folds before pushing into your pussy in a single rut of his hips.

“Oh f-fuck-” You stuttered, a heavy shiver running down your spine as he bottomed out inside of you. He felt like heaven and you were a goner when he finally started moving, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix every time he pushed back in. “Feels so good, Stevie. You feel s…so big.”

Steve’s hands were trembling from the adrenaline rush of being inside of you, his fingers kneading into the swollen prints on your ass from earlier. “You feel full, pretty baby? Feelin’ me in your belly?” He asked with lidded eyes, his left hand snaking down to push on the bulge he made in your lower stomach each time his hips snapped back into your ass.

You nodded, pants tumbling out of your mouth as your eyes fluttered closed, savoring the feeling of being filled by your love. “Mhmm, so full Stevie.”

You gasped when you felt his fingers wrap around the base of your throat, tightening and keeping you in his grip. “Eyes up, sweetheart. I need you to see what you do to me.”

The veins in his arms were protruding out and he was dripping in sweat, his face flushed and overtaken with bliss as he kept his pace, his mouth ajar and his eyes dark and filled with lust.

He was close to crying from how much he fuckin’ loved you, needing you to really see what you did to him.

How you completely wreck him and he just lets you and will continue to let you because you’re his best girl and his best girl can wreck him any day of the week.

“Look at how beautiful you are baby, huh? So fuckin’ beautiful. Always so pretty just for me, ain’t that right?” His grip grew impossibly tight against your throat, stars beginning to twinkle in your sight. “Say it, pretty baby. Tell me how beautiful you are.”

From the way Steve was sinfully filling you up to the way his words made your heart flutter with love to the white heat that was building in your stomach, you couldn’t think straight. “I’m b...beautiful, Stevie. I’m your p-pretty girl- ah!”

Hearing you finally say the words he begged to come from you sent him into overdrive, his deep strokes in your pussy growing tenfold, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried to hang on to any breath your lungs held. It was impossible though, especially with his hand around your throat so possessively, his other now ghosting over your abused clit.

Your hearing was going out as your climax finally burst, but you could make out the loud, “Yes baby, come on baby, cum on my cock like a good girl. Oh fuck…s-shit sweetheart, you’re so fuckin’ good baby. Just like that.” of Steve’s words. Your walls were clenching around him, his orgasm coming right after yours. He kept rutting into you as he came, his warm, thick seed filling you up entirely until it started dripping out and around his cock, sliding quietly down your shaking thighs.

Steve’s grip around your throat loosened as he pulled out, your body fully plopping down onto the mattress as exhaustion washed over you. You felt him place a few feather light kisses on your back before he got off the bed, the faucet in the bathroom turning on. He returned a moment later, turning you over so you were facing the ceiling, a lukewarm wash rag being dragged across your center as Steve cleaned you up.

He cracked a smile as soon as he saw yours.

“That was… wow, Steve.”

It was an accurate statement. Steve was usually never that rough and commanding with you- but you couldn’t deny how good it made you feel.

“Was it too much?” He asked, a slight cringe pulling at his features.

You shook your head quickly, a small laugh coming from your mouth. “Not at all, Sir. I’m gonna have to piss you off like that more often.” You chuckled as he finished wiping your thighs.

His eyes narrowed at you as he threw the rag in the hamper, making it in despite the fact that he wasn’t even looking. In an instant he was loomed over you, the blues of his eyes disappearing once again.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, you brat.”

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sunshinetoshi · 3 years

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hq boys + lip gloss

A/N: fluffy/humour headcanons (kissing + one has an implied makeout so let’s go w/slightly suggestive) this one was so fun omg i had myself laughing. definitely not serious lol and they are all a mix of quite a few of these but i went w/what i first thought of for each boy. also i obviously had to give love to my underrated bbys heheh.

just likes how shiny it is. he stares at your lips and he’ll move his head around to see how it catches the light at different angles lol

MONIWA (i’m crying), TANAKA, IKEJIRI (cutie omg), himekawa, shibayama, sakunami, chigaya

more kisses than usual bc he likes the taste

KAGEYAMA, NISHINOYA, AKITERU, HOSHIUMI, yamaguchi, koganegawa, onagawa, sasaya

pouts/whines cause it’s sticky : ( dw still gives kisses sometimes (actually he begs for them HAHA)

ATSUMU, SAKUSA, KUGURI, TAICHI, kenma, goshiki, komi, oumimi

cups your cheek and his gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips. slowly uses his thumb to kinda swipe at the lip gloss. yeah you start to malfunction (the self indulgence is high here)

USHIJIMA (the reason this whole post was made omg), IWAIZUMI, KITA, AKAASHI, SEMI, ARAN, WASHIO (my king), osamu, kunimi, kai, hyakuzawa (oooo), narita

mm calls them by their specific names. “oo burnt sugar” “is that pretty-in-pink??” “sunset sparkles looks so good on you” BOY?? W H Y. there is no reason lol but also aww omg!!

MATTSUN (why bby why??), TSUKKI (heheh), AKAGI, komori, yamagata, kindaichi

if you have the plumping lip gloss he gives it a go asdkjf - asks that “how do i look” and while i’m crying of laughter i am also so in love wow

FUTAKUCHI, BOKUTO, OIKAWA, yamamoto, lev (model boy heheh), nakashima, teradomari

kisses you bc he thinks your lips look so good. fun but also just ends up ruining it - there’s no quick touch up to fix it lol no it’s a whole removal and reapplication process (the self indulgence is again high HAHA)

KUROO (!!), NUMAI, KAMASAKI, ENNOSHITA (i am thinking many thoughts), yahaba (again thinking thoughts), hakuba, daichi, konoha, ginjima, towada

you know that thing where they kiss when they’re wearing lip balm to basically use the lip balm too?? yeah he kisses you and you tell him it’s not lip balm, it’s lip gloss, and he’s just like ‘yeah i know” ????

INUOKA, TENDOU, TERUSHIMA (will “go back for seconds” oh boy), SUGAWARA, HINATA, teshiro (not even as chaotic as the others he just can’t help himself)

when he sees you he sings lip gloss by lil mama

MAKKI (sing your heart out bby - as long as you give me kisses), KINOSHITA (can’t change my mind sorry), FUKUNAGA, YAKU, shirabu (BAHAH), daishou (marry me), maruyama

likes helping you apply it and has a cute concentration face when he does it

KYOUTANI, ASAHI, HIRUGAMI, AONE, AKIMIYA, suna, reon, obara, riseki, watari

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theultimatelozer · 3 years

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💥Bennett Fluff Scenarios💥

Hello, second time writing on tumblr!~ hehe! Anyways, you can request any scenarios of characters you want next<3 this is just for the Bennett lovers (I'm a Bennett lover too sooo-) anyways HAHAHA if you would like to support my wattpad, search my username!! @saramouche, ty!!

To your surprise, he was actually the one who confessed first.

But of course, was an stuttering mess.

To Bennett's eyes, you were the kindest soul on earth. He loved how you would always try keep positive vibes even in the worst situations. He loved how you didnt mind whenever his bad luck would strike on you, although, he prefers for the bad luck to strike on him instead since he never wants to see you hurt. Whenever his bad luck would strike on you, he would feel the need to tear up. He literally hates seeing you hurt😭😭

Today, October 2 on a Saturday, 2021, (today, lol) he was walking around mondstadt constantly punching the side of his head because he didnt know how to come up with the most romantic way on how to confess to your crush. Yes, he was planning to confess to you! The almighty you!!

You were actually looking for him around mondstadt worried, worried that his bad luck hit him on the head hard! Until you saw him sitting on a bench, why is his face frowning? Wheres his usual smile? Of course, you were really worried. You walked up towards Bennett sitting on a bench and confronted him.

"Bennett?" You said, worried.

"A-Ah! O-Oh.. Hey Y/N.." Bennett quietly said while tilting his head down.

"Bennett? What's wrong?"

"O-Oh me? Aw shucks! No need to worry about me! Umm..I'm not going to help you with your daily commisions today."

And, thats when you knew something was going on.

"Bennett. Somethings wrong. Tell me." And that's when you gave your usual, creepy, glare. Only used when your being serious and ready to beat the crap on whoever hurt Bennett.

"Hah..Uh.." Bennett said, while standing up from the bench.

"Ya see-.. umm..gah-"

"Bennett?" You said, kind of concerned.

"I guess..I like..Apples..Wait- I-I didn't mean apples uh..-"

As soon as you saw Bennetts flustered face and him being a stuttering mess, you knew what he was going to say.

You pulled him in for a kiss, BENNETTS FIRST KISS. He honestly couldn't beleive it, his eyes was wide open until he melted into the kiss.

And that's when your relationship started!!

Bennett doesent know how to give affection. He wish he knew how to, but tbh, he just cant stop stuttering nor blushing when he asks to kiss you.

More like.. "c..can I?"

"Can I what, bennett?"

You were actually teasing him, poor bby always getting teased without even realizing it😭

Of course, you knew he wanted a kiss

</3 he just cant help stuttering and blushing since he doesent want to ruin your mood and thinks if he just kisses you without permission it will ruin your whole relationship

I mean, you kiss him at the most random times without permission too, did it ruin your relationship? No.

So why does he think that it'll ruin your whole relationship if he does it without permission?

Nobody knows!

Cuddling Sessions

Didnt know how to cuddle at first so you had to guide him BAHAH

But to your surprise, he actually liked it!

No wait, loved it.

He cant live a day without cuddling</3

Hm, this guy likes to be a big spoon and little spoon.

Though, he prefers to be the big spoon so you could feel safe and he knows that you are safe in his arms for the whole night.

He slithers his arm around your waist and pulls you tight, making you feel safe and warm in his arms.

When hes the little spoon, oh boy it's a mess!

When you slither your arms around HIS waist while his back faces at you, he becomes a blushing MESS.

He thinks a gentleman should be the one to do it, but you keep refusing!

He actually likes being the little spoon, but him being a little spoon doesent happen too often. Only when hes stressed out and just needs to be hugged and cuddled</3

When Bennett has to go away for 2 months

BYEEE WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO GO INTO THE BOAT, HE RAN BACK TO YOU AND HELD YOU SO TIGHT AND CRIED LIKE THE WORLD WAS ENDING😭

He cried so hard you started to cry too.

Everybody was staring like 😟

When Bennett was again, going back to the boat he looked back and you gave him a "no. Go into the boat. Now." Glare, he was like 😢

Fun fact: Bennett cried the whole night on the boat thinking about you. That's how much be loves you.

When he came back and you were waiting outside he went

"Y/N!! ITS LIKE IVE NEVER SEEN YOU FOR 2 YEARS😭😭"

But, to you, living without Bennett for 2 months felt like 2 years for you too.

Alright everyone, guess that's it, hahaha! If you'd like to request any genshin characters scenarios, ask away!! (How do I check how many words do I have?)

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persephadees · 2 years

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Episode 187 commentary

Oh so Ares definitely knows, I mean he knew ever since Perse healed him lol

She was annoying so u ate her??? Wot???

Ares is a smartie look at him go

OH LOOK AT FURY OUTFIT REDRAW

LMAO ID LOVE A WIFE WHO WOULD CAUSE YOU ENDLESS PARANOIA

Oh ares u done it, you made him worry LOL

Hotel? 👀

HESTIA AND HERA?? TOGETEJR??

Demeter isn’t in jail, that confirms it

wait… WERE DEMETER AND PERSE IN THE SAME HOTEL??

OOH wEre gonna see them all interact finally

“She scares me” good response

AGREED FJDJSJXNA

oH HI DEMTER

YEA? WHATS WRONG WITH BEING IN LOVE WITH HIM

HERA’S FACE SJFNSK

She’s trying to hide jt BAHAH

Aw it ends there 🥺 THAT WAS SUCH A CHILL EP BEFORE THE STORM DMDK

#Lore Olympus #Rachel Smythe

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littlemisslipbalm · 4 years

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“Similar Tastes” Pt. 2

Summary: After Harry and you leave the bar, you can’t stop fighting, but it leads to one of the best nights of your life

Did someone order smut with a side of smut and an extra topping of SMUT?!? because that’s what we’ve got and some cuteness at the end but holy shit.

You guys were so awesome about part 1 and then I got some requests to do a smutty part 2 so ENJOY, this sealed my fate to hell so yeah bahah. - not proofread bc the app is trash and posted before I was ready

Word Count: 3.8k | Warnings: SMUT, slight degradation kink?, daddy kink, it’s not as dirty as i thought it was now that i’m writing this warning

Pt. 1

“Ouch! Can you scoot back?”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously! I cannot believe you.”

You and Harry hadn’t made it the entire short trip back to his house without fighting. Despite how completely hot you were for each other, the bickering just never seemed to end. Now you were straddling his lap still inside his parked car in his driveway. You had decided kissing would cut out the talking, but now your ass was shoved uncomfortably against his steering wheel and you were feeling extremely crushed rather than sexy. And Harry wouldn’t move.

Harry’s lips peeled off of the side of your neck and glared up at you, “Let’s just go inside.”

You huffed, “Yeah, this isn’t working.”

He popped open the car side door and you climbed off of him and adjusted your top that now had your tits spilling out of it. Harry grinned at the sight, “Don’t need to put those away now, love, ‘bout to see it all soon.”

“Not if you keep speaking to me like that.” You began to stalk up to Harry’s front door, crossing your arms with your head held high. You had begun to question why you had agreed to go home with Harry when he truly could be a total jerk. He jogged to catch up with you and when he reached your side, his large hand landed a slap on your ass and you remembered why, he made you horny.

“Don’t be like that…” He whispered close to your ear and you bucked your head into his shoulder in response.

After opening the door and ushering the pair of you in, Harry’s hands pushed you up against the door with fervor and went to kiss you. As his wet pink lips were about to connect with yours, you turned your head and he only kissed your cheek. Exasperated, Harry’s forehead rested against yours. “What now?”

“Say sorry,” you stated.

“What?!” His head moved back and his eyes stared wildly at you in the dim lighting of the house.

“Apologize for being rude or you can forget about fucking me...all night long,” you smirked, feeling extremely powerful in this moment.

“Y/N…” Harry contemplated it for a minute, to give in and have a good night or continue to fight and do nothing. His growing erection tugged at his attention as it began to press into your leg and he decided his best option was to give in, “I’m sorry.”

“For what exactly?” Your head tilted as a finger trailed down his chest.

“For being rude…”

“And?”

“What else do you want me to say?”

“Apologize for how you’re always stepping on my toes.”

“Am not!” Harry was over your little power trip, “You got your apology, no let’s get back to what we’re actually here for.” He went in to kiss you and you granted him a peck before pulling back again.

“You’re unbelievable, Harry-” He ignored your words and cut you off by moving his mouth down to your neck, beginning to suck vigorously. Your body shivered at his touch, gripping onto his shoulder for some sort of purchase.

“Oh yeah, tell me how much you fucking hate me, sweetheart,” he breathed against your neck eventually. His hands were gripping both of your ass cheeks and the pressure of his dick against your thigh had your wetness growing instantly. Trying to choke down a moan, you whimpered, “I do hate you…”

He licked up the side of your neck and nipped at your ear lobe, whispering he said, “Sure ya do.” He was mocking you and you were loving it, feeling like you were about to melt in his hands. Like you had said earlier, you both had similar tastes in bed. So you felt ecstatic to actually be in his arms right now.

His lips pressed open mouth kisses along your jaw and you were trying, and failing, to keep your panting to a minimum. Your wetness was only growing as Harry continued to press his broad chest against your heaving breasts. He slipped a leg between yours, as he had in the bar alleyway, and pressed up into your clothed heat.

“Fuck..” you sighed.

“Panting like a fuckin’ bitch in heat for my cock, huh? Can feel your wet pussy throbbing for me, pet.” Harry spat out as he continued to suck on every inch of skin that was exposed, from your lips to your neck to your cleavage. It felt amazing, but you wanted more.

Suddenly, Harry flipped your body around so that your front was pressed against the doorway, his hard dick pressed between your ass cheeks. His lips went back to your neck, one of his hands gripped low on your hip and the other went to hold onto your throat. His hold on your neck caused your head to be shoved back on his chest. He was constricting your breathing in the most perfect way, turning you on even more at just the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing. You whimpered out meekly at his words and actions, feeling blissfully overwhelmed. You managed to push your ass up against his crotch more, but that was about the extent of your will power in that moment.

“Remember when you were doing this with that woman? Your little pretty mouth on her neck, your body moving perfectly against hers. Had to force myself to look away, was starting to get hard from just the sight.”

You moaned as you felt Harry’s large hand go down and cup your mound over your pants. You cursed yourself for wearing trousers out, then you wouldn’t have been matching with Harry and he’d now have extremely easy access to where you wanted him now.

Gaining a little strength, you pulled from Harry’s grasp and faced him again. Your hands began to tug at the few buttons that were still done on his shirt. As you worked, you pushed him further into the house hoping he’d get the hint to take you to his room.

“Then that actual asshole came up. You looked fucking hot with all that rage in your eyes,” Harry sighed as he pulled you to his room, his hands never leaving yours even if you weren’t kissing. “Wanted to beat him up, though, for what he said.”

“Yeah, I’d never seen you that angry,” you finished with his shirt and Harry finished pulling it off of him. Your hands ran down his chest, feeling the grooves created by his muscles and seeing the black ink of his tattoos, “Fucking hot…” Then they went for his belt, but Harry stopped you, “You need to be much less dressed, pet.” He tugged off your tiny navy top and you reached around for your bras clasp, again he stopped you and took his own nimble fingers to take it off for you. As the bra slid down your arms, Harry’s lips flew to your right nipple, engulfing it with a slight groan. A hand ran up your naked figure and squeezed at the other one as his tongue swirled at your nipple, causing it to pebble.

Then he rasped, “Pants.” But you simply stood there, staring at him with terribly large doe eyes. You were throbbing for him, but you wanted him to be more aggressive with you. When you did nothing, his mouth and hands left your body and he stood up straight. His large body towered over yours and a smirk grew on his face as he scanned your frame.

“I said, pants.”

“Why don’t you do it yourself.”

“Oh, so you’re also a stuck up princess in the bedroom, too? Makes sense.”

Harry was quick to unbutton your pants and then yank them, along with your thong, down your legs, leaving you completely exposed. As you went to kiss him, he roughly turned you around again, pulling your back into him and sitting on his bed. His arm was wrapped around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder. He widened his legs, causing yours to follow suit, which led you to be completely spread for him. Your breathing was heavy, your tits heaving up and down in anticipation for what Harry was about to do next. With his free hand, he rested it on your right knee and began to drag his fingertips up your thigh at an agonizingly slow rate. Your hips bucked in anticipation when he was about halfway up your thigh. He wasn’t kissing you at all, his wide eyes trained on your lower body on top of his clothed legs. You felt him swallow hard against you due to your movement on top of his dick.

“Keep still, pet, trying to focus.”

His arm around your waist gripped tighter and you let out a shaky breath. His fingertips moved further away from your heat as punishment. Your legs widened, trying to entice Harry to move faster as you laid against his toned body. The heat that his body emitted was burning your skin. The way his soft skin of his chest felt against your back was intoxicated, you wanted to touch and kiss every inch of it. But Harry wasn’t happy with the movement, his hands stopped again. You both were in agony, needy for each other, but the name of the game was ‘similar tastes’, so you both knew you loved the chase.

“I told you,” Harry growled, “to not move. Do you just want Daddy to stop? Is that what you want, pet?”

And there it was. The daddy kink. You moaned loudly at his words, unable to hold back now.

“Fuck you,” you spat.

He tensed, but then he continued his slow travel to your center, his fingers growing impatient. His arm around your waist slid up to your throat again, “Now that really is no way to talk to me now is it? M’gonna have to punish you, yeah?” Your head strained to look back at Harry and he allowed it. Your eyes meeting his and you bit your lip in response, his fingers just at the fleshy crease between your thigh and your pussy now. “You’re filthy, though, so I know that’s what you’ve wanted all along, hmm?”

His rough hand now cupped over your bare mound, “Answer me, pet.”

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“You’re forgetting something…Not gonna touch you until you say it.”

You whispered, almost inaudibly, “Daddy…”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He said happily, his voice still containing that low rasp as he gripped over your pussy, not dipping in yet just holding it tightly. His grip also tightened on your neck a bit and you felt completely held up by Harry’s two hands. Your breathing got even heavier and then you screamed. Harry let a single finger slip between your folds and the juices came spilling out around it. You were so wet for him and the small movement had you pushing down hard on his hand. He flicked it up to your clit and swirled around there for a moment before pushing back down and inside your weepy hole.

“So fucking wet, it’s almost unbelievable. Except I know what a slut you are, so fucking needy for my cock.” You had no idea what to say, he knew exactly what he was doing to you and you loved being taken control of like this in the bedroom, even with Harry - maybe especially with Harry.

He took you off of his lap and threw you onto the bed, your body splayed out for him, your dripping pussy glistening up at him through the darkness.

“What? No comeback?” He began, undoing his belt and taking off his pants. His hard cock sprang free, leaving him completely naked as well. “Who knew all I had to do was get you in bed to finally shut you up?” He spread your legs apart again, knees falling out by your hips. He stared down at your naked body and devoured it with his eyes.

“Come on, tell me you hate me. Lie to my face, Y/N.” His body came between your legs, his lips hovering over your dripping cunt for a moment before continuing up your body until he was face to face with you. His now freed dick was laying perfectly nestled between your pussy lips as he stared down at you. The head pressing down on your plumped clit. His neck strained as he held himself up and your eyes flickered down between your bodys to see where they were connected. His golden skin that stretched perfectly over every dip and curve of his body had you screaming inside. This moment was a thousand degrees and you wanted it to last forever.

“Hello? Is there anyone still in there?” Harry took a hand from beside your face and tapped on your cheek. You nodded about to open your mouth and say something coherent. “Actually, you know what, save your lies, I have a better idea for when you can tell me them.”

He leaned down and pressed an oddly sweet kiss to your lips. Then he shifted the pair of you back further on the bed. He leaned back on his knees and gripped his dick in one hand. He reached his other out to your mouth, “Spit,” you easily complied. He switched hands, gave his dick a few pumps and then lined it up with your opening. Without any further warning his thrusted deeply inside of you. For the second time that night, you screamed, and then you screamed out Harry’s name when he gave you a second thrust. He had your body arched off the bed as he sat up on his knees with your legs wrapped around his hips, your heels digging into the top of his ass, and his hands gripping your hips. His abs were rippling as he held the two of you up. But then he stopped, his green eyes were now the color of a dark abyss and they were boring straight through you. You whined out, “Harry, what the fuck?”

“Tell me a lie.”

“What?”

“If you want me to keep fucking your needy little cunt, tell me one reason you hate me. For every lie, you get another thrust of my cock.”

His words with his cock sheathed inside of you almost made you cum right there. His dick was completely stretching and filling you up and you could feel your juices dripping out of where you were connected. You needed him to move.

“I fucking hate you…” you seethed. “Uh-huh, tell me why,” Harry egged you on and began to pull out slightly, the movement making you shudder and struggle for words. “Because you wear the same clothes as me.”

“Good.”

He pulled completely out until just his tip was at your entrance. You felt empty and wanted him back, he pushed harshly back inside, both of you moaned out at the feeling.

“I hate you because you think you’re the best at everything,” you moaned out, Harry thrusted.

“Right back at you,” He growled.

“I hate you because you steal the spotlight.”

“Again, you.” Harry thrusted.

As much as he liked this game he had created, the sweat on his forehead was starting to pool, he needed to fuck you faster or else he was going to lose it. Seeing you laid out around him, writhing in pleasure, panting insults as you gripped the sheets and your tits, it was all too much.

“I hate you...because you’re too fucking slow at this,” you gasped as he gave you another slow thrust.

He leaned forward and kissed one of your tits before sticking his tongue into your mouth and sucking harshly. You kissed back fervently, needing any sort of release from the agony of the pressure building inside of you.

“You’re right, you’re taking too long to give me even mediocre lies,” he whispered once he pulled away.

With his dick inside of you, Harry took your legs from around him and flipped you around him. Again you screamed and Harry smirked at the sound, he loved to hear the way you sounded just because of him. He gripped your hips from behind now, fingers digging into your fleshy hips and ass, marking you as his. He did a quick preliminary thrust to test out the feel of this new position. With your head already pushed into the bed and your hands grabbing out in front of you, you moaned loudly.

“That’s better,” Harry muttered, taking one hand to land a loud smack onto the side of your ass. You jumped forward, but his other hand held you in place. “Be a good girl.”

Then he’s off, his hips snapping into action, pistoning his cock deep inside your folds. The sounds you two made with your body were obscene in the most literal sense. The squelching of your juices when his cock disappeared inside of you mixed with the hearty moans Harry and you were both emitting was a symphony of pleasure.

Eventually your moans turned to high-pitched repeated chants of “Uh-huh” as your release neared. Harry’s hips never slowing down, possibly moving even faster, he enjoyed hearing you come undone beneath him, your body bouncing just with the sheer force of his dick inside of you. “Gonna cum?” His thrusts never ceasing, his chest glistening with sweat as his cross pounded against it with each push inside of you. He rubbed over the red spot on your ass from him slapping you before.

You moaned out, “Yes daddy!”

“Tell me how much you hate me again?” He asks, pounding relentlessly, trying to tip you over the edge. He slaps your ass again, stinging your cheek and sending that feeling throughout your body, “Tell me.” His moans were out of control, yet his voice when he spoke was almost completely calm, if only slightly breathless.

He pulls out, punishing you for not answering fast enough. “Harry…” you whine. He grabs your legs and pulls you to the edge of the bed so now your feet are on the ground. He kicks your feet so that you widen your legs and shoves his angry red cock back inside your walls. He’s just about ready to cum as well, but he wants you to say something first. He begins speeding back up to his original speed as he grabs your body and brings it flush against his. Both your bodies are clammy against one other, beads of sweat running down your spine and between his pecs. He brings one hand to your tit and squeezes it hard, another moan escapes your mouth. Then, his other goes down your stomach and lands on you clit. As he begins to rub, he asks you again to tell him.

Finally, you breath out, in time with his thrusts, “I” “Fucking” “Hate” “You” “Ha-aahhhh” You don’t get to finish your sentence, your body begins to convulse in Harry’s grip, your orgasm overtaking any brain function. His dick is still bobbing in and out of you, but Harry released your body from against his, and you fall back down to the bed.

As he chases his own release, he moans out in complete euphoria how your pussy has gripped and tightened around his cock after your orgasm. It’s like it was milking him and his thrusts became completely erratic. Finally he released, his load spurting inside you and painting your walls with cum. He collapsed on top of your body on the bed, exhausted.

“I hate you, too,” he whispered into your ear, pecking a kiss on your cheek that wasn’t pressed into the bed.

As you laid there, coming down from your highs, you began to feel bits of Harry’s cum drip down your leg.

“Harry, you need to get off of me.”

“But I like it here, feels nice.”

“Your cum is starting to drip out of me, not to mention your dick’s still in there too.”

“Like I said, feels nice.”

He was right, it was hot. Feeling the pressure of him all around you after what had just happened. You were completely consumed by this man. He was everything for however long you two had just been fucking and you had loved it. The way he had taken control, the way he’d made you feel, all of it.

After a few more moments, however, he did listen to your request and slid out of you. He went to his bathroom to clean the two of you up and brought you back a t-shirt so you didn’t have to be naked.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, staring down at Harry who had just wiped down your pussy with a warm washcloth.

He nodded and rose back up to dispose of the washcloth somewhere else, leaving you in the center of his bed, swimming in the random t-shirt he had given you. You had slowly regained your normal pattern of breathing, but you were completely wiped out with exhaustion. When

Harry came back, you asked, “What time is it?”

“Half past 2”

“Shit…” you looked around, not even seeing your own clothes, “that’s late.”

“You can stay here?”

“I don’t have to.”

“It’s okay with me,” Harry shrugged.

“Really?”

“Of course, I meant what I said earlier, Y/N. I care about you, I’m not going to send you out to find your way home at 3 am.” He’d found a clean pair of boxers and slid onto the bed next to you. He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear and you stared up at him.

“I know what we did just now was, like, a hate fuck...But I don’t hate you, Harry.”

He laughed softly at your words, “I gathered.”

You swatted at his bicep, but smiled brightly, “Shut up!”

“Told you to tell me lies and you told me reasons you hated me, meaning you actually don’t hate me at all.”

“I know that, I was there!”

“Oh my god, it’s never ending with you, huh?” Harry moaned as he wrapped his arms around you and brought the pair of you into a laying down position, with your body on top of his.

“Ok, daddy,” you mocked.

“Hey! I know you liked that just as much as I did,” he huffed.

You grinned, your face millimeters from his also smiling face. “Yeah, yeah I did,” you say. Then your voice grew a lot more serious and a lot softer. You stared straight into Harry’s eyes and his expression grew soft. “Y’know as much as I like passionate, hate sex..I also like, um, y’know, like passionate, loving sex.”

“I - me too. We could try that, too, next time,” Harry’s eyes brightened at your suggestion and he ran a hand down the backside of your hair, petting you softly, comforting you.

“We might need to be a little nicer to each other, in regular life, too,” your statement coming out more as a question. Your fingers fiddling with themselves on top of Harry’s broad chest.

“I think I can manage that. Maybe we can talk about what we’re planning on wearing to places beforehand so that we don’t end up wearing matching outfits.”

“Or! If this ever did become serious, we could be one of those couples who coordinated their outfits.”

You both burst out in laughter at your facetious suggestion. Simultaneously you both said, “Never!”

Harry craned his neck up and planted a kiss to your lips. You smiled into the kiss, pressing your lips down so he could lay back and kiss you more easily. His hand cradled the back of your neck and your lips danced together softly, enjoying each other’s presence.

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yuuri-nsane · 3 years

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Last in Stock

Fandom: Yuuri On Ice

Ship: Viktuuri [Viktor Nikiforov x Katsuki Yuuri]

T/W: nothing, apart from swears, mild dirty jokes and recurring mentions of nudity? BAHAH IM SORRY I PROMISE THERES NOTHING GRAPHIC THO TOTALLY SFW

Summary: Yuuri Katsuki wanted nothing more than to spoil his lovely poodle, Vicchan, and if that meant playing a game of Truth or Dare in a broken elevator to attain the likes of a beautifully pink chew toy, he was game.

[Inspired by a little rough imagine I posted a while ago]

a/n: honestly dont even ask me how this happened, happy holidays!! i wish you all a very merry chrysler, and if you dont celebrate, a very happy december!

oh and dont forget, constructive criticism is always welcome! dont hesitate to tell me what you think of my work, and also! please please ple e a a s e tell me if you see any spelling mistake or grammatical errors! THANK YOUUU!

also please note that this will be posted to my ao3 account: @yuuri_nsane

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This was not how he'd planned his Wednesday evening, two days before Christmas, to go. No, not at all.

He thinks back to the start of the day, wondering how exactly he'd wound up sitting in a broken elevator, positioned in between the third and fourth floor, having just ended a dastardly game of Truth or Dare with quite an attractive man.

Said attractive man was not only attractive, but also very, very naked, save for the pair of patterned purple socks still clad on his feet. He also had the entirety of the Russian National Anthem scrawled on his left leg, as well as a black eye and terribly painted nails: a bright hot pink that shrieked against impossibly pale skin. Not to mention the taunting pastel dog toy he was now cuddling with.

Yeah, no. Yuuri was stuck in a predicament - one far too mortifying yet amusing for his own comprehension.

How in the ever-loving fuck had this happened?

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Katsuki Yuuri was a good person.

He loved his mom, fed his dog, never showed up late to work.

He was good at recycling - always remembering to separate the cardboard tube and plastic lid of the Pringles' can he'd eat out of during a late night binge.

He watered his plants religiously, and no, it didn't matter that one out of the four of them were fake. He loved all his plants equally, thank you very much.

He held the door open for people no matter how far away or close they were, and even when they did that awkward little jog, he made sure to give them a warm smile.

He cleaned after himself, not at all tolerating any bits of scrap paper or crumbs left as residue from a busy night of studying and stress eating, no matter how tired he was.

He even cleaned up after other people! Like, for example, when his roommate and best friend, Phichit Chulanont, had eaten too much takeout and could barely move - Yuuri had offered to clean up for him. Phichit, with somewhat of a moral compass thanks to Yuuri, had protested at first; Yuuri had replied with a gentle 'tsk' and a 'go get some rest, you can make it up to me by doing the dishes tomorrow and the day after that'.

And so, to conclude, Katsuki Yuuri was a good person.

So why, why exactly was he here, in the middle of a bustling mall at 2pm, so close to being trampled on in the midst of hectic shopping, staring down an unfairly good-looking stranger, both their hands having met in the middle - the middle being a cutesy dog toy, the last one in stock.

Yuuri had naively left his Christmas shopping till the very last minute, much like everyone else present in the store. He hadn’t intended to buy Vicchan another toy, Lord knows he had plenty more at home and that Yuuri’s bank account was suffering because of it. But it was Christmas, and if anything, his dog deserved the world.

One more as a little festive gift wouldn't hurt, and it certainly brought Yuuri a step closer to giving Vicchan ‘the world’.

And so, he needed this.

And he was not going to give up that easily, despite the fact that the universe decided to make his life just a little bit harder, since the opposition made Yuuri slightly more weaker in the knees than he'd like to admit.

He winced in the bright white lights of the shop, the Christmas music blaring and irritating, no longer as heart-warming as Yuuri had found it when he first entered. The excessive Christmas decorations made him cringe - it was as if one of Santa’s elves had puked all over the place.

"Why," the other man began, his voice oozing with honey, with charming remnants of an accent. His soothing verbal confrontation had caught Yuuri’s undivided attention. His hand was inching closer to the catalyst of this hassling event and Yuuri barely fought the urge to slap it away (or hold it tenderly), "I believe I saw this first."

Oh, heck no.

Yuuri scooted closer and desperately tried to ignore the blooming heat on his cheeks, "Actually, I think I did."

This did nothing to deter to the other man, who with his height, easily stood over Yuuri and glared ever so passive aggressively.

"Well, okay then! Since we can’t decide who gets the damn toy, why don't we settle this like men?"

The black haired male stared frozen in shock. He was not looking for a fight, no matter how eager he was to spoil his little poodle with all the gifts he warranted and more.

"Uh, I don't- um, I'm not looking for trouble!" Yuuri ranted swiftly, slowly pulling his hand away from the dog toy.

So close, yet so far.

It wasn't like he couldn't fend for himself, God knows he was stronger than most people with the avid workouts he did to prepare for dancing recitals.

(And let me tell you, Yuuri has never skipped leg day. Ever.)

But at the same time, he knew it would be less than ideal if the young man spent his Christmas holiday sporting a black eye or something similar.

In response to his quick exclamation, the silver haired male beside Yuuri also retracted his hand, a look of bafflement evident on his chiselled features.

"I-You..." he started, looking at Yuuri far too intensely than the other male was admittedly comfortable with.

A few seconds later, he burst out into laughter, his nose scrunching and eyes crinkling. He tilted his head back, arms grasping his middle.

He gasped for air, dramatically wiping a tear away, "You thought - you thought I wanted to fight for it! Like in some sort of - cliché romance where the two love interests fight for the main character's hand in marriage! Or something!" He babbled on, leaving Yuuri flustered and awfully ready to make a run for it.

In his fit of embarrassment, he raised voice, "Well, what the hell did you mean by 'settling this like men'! Of course I thought you wanted to get physical!"

Yuuri regretted the words almost as soon as they left his mouth.

"Physical? Well, I'll have you know I have a bit more class than that. I'd take you out on a date first, if anything."

The shorter male sputtered angrily, his blush not at all dying down, but instead doing the opposite. He glared at the other man, cursing his stupid pretty face and his stupid pretty voice.

And much to his luck, the blue-eyed villain pursued his words, snickering, “Not to mention here of all places! Quite the voyeur, are we?”

Yuuri was a Good Person™ - what the hell had he done to deserve this!

The taller male must've noticed Yuuri's increasing discomfort, and his teasing came to halt. He inclined his head in the direction of the damned chew toy and reiterated, "What I really meant was we could buy the toy and decide outside who gets to take it - like civilised human beings. You rest your case, I rest mine! Sound good?"

Yuuri pondered, before slowly nodding his head. It wsn’t like he had anything better to do, and he really wanted this dog toy. If only he knew the events that would follow soon after, he might’ve have ran fast and far before giving a real answer.

Fortunately, it seemed that both of them were just about finished with their shopping, the dog toy being last in each other's spontaneous list.

The light haired man took this as inclination to pluck the dog toy off the shelf, giving Yuuri a confirming look, and leading them both to the checkout.

They squeezed their way through the crowds; meandering, lifeless beings that swayed from aisle to aisle. Once they made it there, they payed for their own items separately, before splitting the money for the toy.

Afterwards, they made way to the elevator just two shops down, both agreeing to settle their dispute in the parking lot. They were on the top floor of the shopping centre, after all. Yuuri figured that the both of them would be more comfortable if they weren't surrounded by other people, who could very fairly judge them when arguing about the baby pink dog toy. Said baby pink dog toy had somehow found its way into Yuuri's grasp. If he wasn't such a good person maybe he'd have run away by now, pastel chew toy in hand. But damn it, he was, so he swallowed down the urge.

They stepped into the elevator, the shiny silver doors sliding apart before meeting in the centre. A sickening array of tinsel was hung to the upper corners, along with a few baubles hanging from them. Yuuri noticed the red ribbon twined in with the tinsel, and wanted to grimace at its tackiness.

The young dancer then turned to his companion, now realising how dangerous this situation actually was. Without thinking he blurted, "You're not a serial killer, are you?"

The other man raised an eyebrow. "Well no, but I wouldn't put it past myself to become one for the sake of that toy." He waved nonchalantly at Yuuri's hand, the chew toy dripping from his fingers.

Yuuri instinctively took a step back.

"Oh my God, I'm kidding!" The man chuckled, turning away and watching the numbers at the top of the elevator decrease gradually.

"So, uh, what do we do now?"

To this, the male looked back at Yuuri, and replied simply, "I come up with a sob story to convince you to give me the toy!"

Yuuri pursed his lips, unimpressed. He was tired but by God, was he so not above from entertaining the notion. "Okay, then. Go ahead. After you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

He was met with a smirk, a smirk far too devious for Yuuri's liking. Before the other man could attempt to pull at Yuuri’s heart strings, however, the room jarred and the two men in the elevator were sent tumbling to the ground.

"What just happened."

It came out more like a statement than a question, a robotic string of words that spewed from Yuuri's lips involuntarily.

"I think...I think the elevator just...broke down."

They stared at each other for a moment, and the next words came flying about - who said them exactly left a mystery.

"Oh, fuck."

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They spent the first five minutes panicking, calling for help in such an inglorious manner that Yuuri was sure they'd both lose their voices. They spent the next few moments afterwards checking their phones, and resentfully realising that somehow, there was no reception. And that, of course, since the universe seemed to love good ol' Yuuri, that his phone was at a sad two percent.

His company's was no better, where his phone was at a fifteen, to which the taller man responded with a sheepish, 'I forgot to charge it last night too.'

They realised then that they had no choice but to wait until help miraculously found its way to them, and so they indulged in the waiting game.

The next hour or so consisted of the two bantering back and forth, 'sob stories' passed around like old folk's tales. They bickered and still, their argument over the dog toy was left unsettled, and Yuuri had to admit, it was kind of fun.

Time had whizzed past, and soon enough it was already 4:37pm. The other man spoke up suddenly, sat opposite Yuuri on the cold, hard ground of the elevator. His skin was painted in the gold of the old light that flickered above them, his blue eyes sparkling impressively. Yuuri wanted to look away, yet simultaneously couldn't find it in him to.

"I just realised that I don't know your name. And you don't know mine! Chances are, we'll be spending all night together," he wiggled his eyebrows. Yuuri choked in response, the other male continuing, "so let me introduce myself! Viktor Nikiforov!" He held out his arm out, humbly awaiting.

Yuuri clasped it gently, mumbling a near silent, "Yuuri Katsuki."

Viktor reacted with an all too cheery, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yuuri!"

They held hands for almost a second too long, until Yuuri forced himself to pull away.

The two men once again decided to engage in such chatter, bordering small talk. They joked and teased, each finding out more and more about the other.

Yuuri now knew that Viktor Nikiforov was four years older than he was, a good twenty-six, and had a lovely little poodle he called Makkachin, or Makka for short. (He guessed that she was the reason for Viktor's desperate need for the dog toy.) He was Russian, and moved to the states just a few weeks before his nineteenth birthday. His favourite food was Borscht, a beef stew mixed with all sorts of vegetables, and that he almost burnt his kitchen down once upon a time trying to make it. And, to Yuuri's surprise, Viktor was a choreographer for all sorts of dances, his specialty being ballet and contemporary.

In response to this sudden spout of information, Yuuri had offered his own age and his dog's name and breed. He also told Viktor that his parents were from Japan, but moved to Detroit to start a hot springs. He explained too, that his favourite food was Katsudon, a pork cutlet rice bowl, and that his mother made the best of them.

Yuuri even mentioned his own career in dancing, to which Viktor had reacted to with an animated widening of his eyes and a contemplative 'really?'.

He also swears that Viktor had checked him out soon afterwards, but maybe that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Soon enough, boredom got the best of the two, having spent the last three hours doing nothing but lounge around. Their phones were now completely out of battery (no, Yuuri didn't spend the last two percent playing Candy Crush-); they were hungry and unentertained, and it didn't take long for Viktor to begin whining.

Immediately, he shot up, forcing Yuuri into a frightened jolt.

"Sorry, sorry - I was just thinking, since I'm bored and you're bored, we should play Truth or Dare!"

Yuuri stared, "Really? Your first thought was child's play?"

"Aw, please! Yuuri, don't be like that! I'm literally dying of boredom-"

"Stop being so dramatic, Viktor."

Viktor ignored him, "-and you know what! We could settle this," he gestured rapidly to the dog toy, where it lay in between them, holy and seemingly unattainable.

Yuuri had never been more stupid to have asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, we play Truth or Dare, and whoever forfeits first means that the other gets the toy! And bragging rights!"

He crawled over to Yuuri, too close for comfort, and drawled, "Pretty please?"

Yuuri, feeling scandalised and suddenly like a hormonal prepubescent teen, pressed himself up against the wall, looked away and squeaked a feeble, "Okay, fine!"

He felt regret seep into his soul for the umpteenth time that day.

---

He sighed.

Yuuri Katsuki was a good person.

He was a good person and he knew so much.

And so he wondered again, quite bitterly, why and how the planets had aligned in such a way to quite literally fuck him over in this elevator, where the most handsome man he'd ever seen was now lying in front of him, naked and quite the hot mess - a result of playing Truth or Dare.

Viktor, being the proud little shit he was, had chosen nothing but Dare - whether to egg Yuuri on or likewise.

Yuuri had wasted the pink nail polish he'd just bought for his sister Mari in response: his first dare being a cheap jab at the man's dignity. Though, it did little to do so, as Viktor painted his nails happily, albeit messily, and wore his paint job loud and proud.

After that, he had dared the man to write the Russian National Anthem on his leg with a black sharpie, one he’d conveniently carried around in his coat’s breast pocket. Viktor had done so entirely without complaint, going as far as to showcase his leg in a fucking split.

The dares that followed were mild, if not slightly concerning - Yuuri having dared Viktor to lick the floor, to pluck the hanging tinsel from the corners of the elevator and stuff it in his mouth, to try and do a handstand, to stand on one foot for two minutes and so on.

Watching Viktor, physical perfection on legs, trying to stuff a wad of sparking red tinsel down his throat was more amusing than Yuuri cared to say, and it came to show that the taller man was just as human as he was, despite his uncanny appearance to that of a greek god.

Although Yuri didn't even want to recall how Viktor had ended up wearing nothing but his socks, and even the nasty black eye now splotching across his fair skin.

He was more than happy to block that out from his memory.

Because of this, he’d stuck religiously to choosing Truth, not at all willing to risk whatever was left of his self-respect, in fear that Viktor would take no pity on him and get his revenge.

In fact, the worst question Viktor had asked him was,

"What's your biggest turn on?"

And Yuuri, being the sad, and easily embarrassed person that he was, had panicked and briskly declared, "Katsu...don?", his confidence soon blinking out like a candle flame halfway through saying so - it was evident in his statement all but becoming a gratifying question.

It was 6:29pm, and Yuuri's sure that help was on its way - for he could hear the bustling of what he assumed to be mall security outside the elevator. He wondered briefly, how worrying it would be for the two men to step out the elevator, one untouched, and the other looking as though they'd flushed themselves down the toilet. Repeatedly.

Yuuri kept his gaze away from Viktor and his...glory. He scowls, remembering how Viktor won the dog toy fair and square: Yuuri having refused to carry on playing after Viktor's little strip tease. Or whatever the hell it was.

He sighs another sad sigh, shaking his head and wishing for oblivion.

---

It was 7:01pm, when the elevator doors were finally opened. Yuuri and Viktor were helped up, blankets wrapped securely around the both of them - specifically Viktor, for obvious reasons.

Security were nothing short of polite but it was safe to say that when they managed to open the elevator doors, the last thing they were expecting was a 5'9" Russian man to come stumbling out, naked and, oh yes, naked.

They were ushered to a nearby bench on the fourth floor, surrounded by nearby onlookers who were whispering amongst themselves. The mall security had asked them politely to wait by, probably to offer some sort of compensation, Yuuri expected.

They sat in silence: hungry and tired - most definitely ready to go home, after a lovely evening spent stuck in the elevator for roughly five hours.

Viktor clutched at the dog toy and his blanket - his clothes and plastic shopping bag resting rumpled on his lap. Yuuri kept his head ducked down, listening pathetically to Mariah Carey and her silky singing echoing in the mall.

All I want for Christmas, Yuuri pondered spitefully: beyond mortified by the near nude man beside him and his demeaning loss when playing Truth or Dare, is to dig my own grave!

Suddenly, Viktor spoke up besides Yuuri.

"I was thinking-"

"No! Viktor, when you think, it ends badly!" Yuuri exclaimed, turning to point at Viktor's general being and the chew toy that he held loosely, "that was traumatic."

"It's nothing bad! Or at least I don't think it is..." Viktor helpfully supplied.

Wait, was as he, blushing?

"...What is it then?"

"Do you, uh...thinkthatVicchanwouldliketohaveaplaydatewithMakka?"

"Huh?"

Viktor coughed, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck. His blanket fell from his shoulders and rested at his waist. Yuuri kept his gaze from trailing down, and could've sworn he was going to have a heart attack.

"I just...uhm, do you want to, maybe, uh...organise a play date for our dogs, or something?"

Yuuri straightened up immediately.

"You, you don't have to say yes! I'm sorry! I-I get that you're probably really busy, since Christmas is in like, two days, and you might have better things to do than go out with me - I mean, go out with my dog, wait, no! I mean-" Viktor rambled on, his face getting redder by the minute.

Yuuri, being the good, merciful, and apparently brave that person he is, disregarded all rational thought and leaned in to kiss Viktor on his cheek; a sweet press of his lips to soft skin that made the dark haired male tingle all over.

He pulled away, noting the relentless flush that started from Viktor's hairline, all the way down to his toned chest. And along with that, the older man's abrupt silence. He stared quizzically at Yuuri, reaching to touch the cheek that had been kissed.

"I'd love for our dogs to have a play date. But on one condition," Yuuri teased, a devilish grin making its way into his face, "you take me on that date, okay, Viktor Nikiforov? We can't afford to forget about class, now can we?"

He was bombarded with a humiliated shriek: a high-pitched squeal that left Viktor's lips, which stringed along like music to the younger man's ears, and a promise for a date - both for his dog and himself.

This was not how he'd planned his Wednesday evening, two days before Christmas, to go. No, not at all.

But he certainly wasn't complaining. Anymore, at least.

---

BONUS:

“I’ll see you later, Viktor! Um, merry Christmas! Oh, yeah and Monday, alright, Vicchan and I will see you then! Call me!” Yuuri all but whispered hastily, carrying his shopping and Viktor’s heart away with him to the other side of the parking lot.

Luckily, their cars were in the same district, and the Russian watched dreamily as Yuuri made his way to his car, and he himself got into his. He giggled bashfully, glad he forgot to go Christmas shopping last week.

What were the chances that he’d have ended up spending five hours with such an attractive and certainly interesting man, in the small confines of a horribly decorated elevator?

He smiled softly, making one last assessment of his things. His watch, shoes, shirt, pants - it was all here! Along with his shopping bag, Yuuri’s number and-

Wait.

Where...

Where was the dog toy?

Viktor didn’t enough time to fully wrap his head around the disappearance of the chew toy, before he heard maniacal laughter, and a dark blue Volkswagen blurring past. The car’s windows were rolled down, an insulting pastel pink lolling out slightly.

“Finders, keepers!”

A mortified gasp.

“Yuuri!”

Fin

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I have many ideas now

Anastasia x reader kind of a first meeting thing? Like they see each other and feel their heart skip a beat or something and then one just goes up and says hi and then

Conversation😳😳

And then also Anastasia taking the reader to meet the sprites and seeing how wonderful they are with her siblings and just 😳😳😳

Sorry I’m no thoughts only Anastasia rn

Finally getting around to this bestie! The lizards are running at mach three around their rocks.

Slow start I think but when i get to the family part i think it goes well.

And I'm trying to use inclusive options for height and such, you'll know it when you see it. Tell me what you think of it!

_____________________

You had no idea how you had gotten so lucky.

You had been crushing hard on Anastasia from afar, she always carried herself with such distinction and poise, when she walks into a room it's like she owns the place. Her actions, words, even her heavy Schneznayan accent makes her seem like royalty from old books of knightly kings in shining armor.

So when you went up to her, trying to see if you could subtly ask her(read: be painfully obvious in your desperation to be her lover), you expected to be shot down in the same way most people were by her. With the dreaded, "oh you want to be super best friends? Sure!".

You did NOT expect her to literally steam off her skin and turn into a cryosprite.

"I-uh-I would-it be-I-s-sure we can date!" The Sprite barely managed out before fainting into your arms.

(Basically the Story x Anastasia Interaction chain but it ends differently)

And now you're sitting in Wangsheng funeral parlor getting dressed up by Hu Tao who's laughing her ass off.

"You-you fuckin-baHAH! YOU ASKED OUT A FUCKIN GOD'S DAUGHTER? LIKE THAT? AHAHA!"

"Come on Hu, I'm already embarrassed enough here! No need to kill me with it!"

"Well your already dressed for the occasion!"

"HU!"

The you were learning tea ceremony from Zhongli.

"No no, you need to pour it PROPERLY. You know how important this is for Anastasia!"

"Yes sir!"

"...also why do you look like a corpse?"

"Dont ask."

The you were learning how to pour vodka like tea from Venti.

"Look (y/n), even if you don't drink it you have to k no ow how to pour it for her. To my sister, Vodka is far more than just alchohol, it's a means to connect with their best friend. Pour it right, and you'll basically have their heart in your hands."

"This advice doesn't make much sense..."

"Why else do you think I drink dandelion wine?"

"To forget."

"HA! I wish..."

______________________

(If your religion or beliefs prevent you from even touching alchohol)

You also ran into Dainsleif.

"I heard you're going to date Anastasia. She's my best friend's daughter so her happiness is extremely important to me, but since you can't touch alchohol it would be a bit difficult to get the perfect date. So I made you these," he handed you a pair of white and real gloves, "they use magnetism-er-a special scientific force to hold alchohol without physical contact."

"How does that-"

He sighed, "Khaen'rian majiks."

"OH SWEET!"

______________________

And after all that, it was finally time for your date.

Diluc set up a special picnic gazebo out in starsnatched cliff for you two, and Xiangling and Diona were hired to serve you both food.

When you asked Anastasia about why and how such an extravagant date came to be she said that her father had many favors, and even more friends who had favors.

______________________

(Ok I have no idea how to write the date. Imagine it how you want, and send a first date prompt if you want. For now, let's skip to introducing you to the family!)

______________________

"A-are you sure about this, Anastasia?"

"Of course darling," she says, pulling your head onto her (shoulder/chest/stomach/waist depending on your height), "my dad will love you! My siblings even more so!"

She (brushed bangs out of your eyes/straightened your hair/pet your head/carefully fixed a small wrinkle in your head wrapping) then put a symbol on your hand, "just keep one rule in mind: dont ask for Junior's name."

Suddenly you were sucked into Anastasia's fake vision, which turned out to also be a conduit to a serenitea pot dimension!

As you looked around the floating island, taking in the Inazuman themed furnishings, complete with a rock garden and samurai statues! In the center of it all was a grand building that reminded you of a painting of the ancient, pre-Baal era Inazuma capital.

"Amazing isn't it?" Anastasia said as she took your hand, "reminds us all of home. Come on, let me show you the inside!"

Inside you found her family waiting patiently at a table, with one empty seat...

Prick

"Ow!" You responded.

A Dendrodsprite slinkied up your back and on to your shoulder.

"Hmmm, (your blood type), (Teyvat ethnicity), and.....quite familiar with the.....divine..."

"Leafy, sit down. This is an important part of their relationship." Came a commanding voice from behind a paper curtain.

A light shone from behind the curtain causing a cloaked silhouette to appear on it, the silhouette then stood up and walked out from behind the curtain and into the room.

He wore a multicolored cloak going from a hooded and half masked head and extending to just below his knees, and beneath that he wore black colored leather.

"My name is Spritefather, and I do believe you're name is (y/n)." he said.

"Y-yes sir!"

"Oh please no news to be so formal," he says as he tale the seat on the other end of the table from you, in the seat facing him to the door, "call me dad."

______________________

The dinner was going smoothly. You were Introduced to Anastasia's siblings, and they all seemed to like you.

Then Spritefather asked, "so, when can I expect grandkids?"

Anastasia spit out her drink, and you choked a bit on your food.

"FATHER!"

"What? Kids are great!"

______________________

(If your infertile, unwilling, or otherwise can't her pregnant despite having the necessary orgaans. And if your afab then you know about Sprites being able to on get women pregnant without the neccessary organs)

_____________________

"S-sorry sir, but...I'm afraid I can't (get pregnant/get your daughter pregnant). I'm..."

Anastasia speaks up for you. Knowing how uncomfortable you feel about it, "they're (to afraid of pregnancy/infertile/any problem I do not know of that you may have). But they're a great person!"

"Y-yes sir! I may not be able to give you grandkids, but I can give you the happiest-"

"OH SHIT I'M SO SORRY!" Spritefather shouted, crying, "IF I HAD KNOWN I NEVER WOULD HAVE ASKED!"

Spritefather flies towards you and cradles you in his arms, but chances are he's far more afraid of you being upset than you are upset

"It's ok! As long as you make her happy you can date her! And I'm so sorry I made you uncomfortable! You're my lovely child in law and your perfect just as you are!"

He hugged you the entire dinner(unless you asked him to stop).

_____________________

(If your Afab)

"Well, there's a problem there..."

"Is it about you being a woman? If so that's hardly a problem for Sprites."

"I'm-wait what?"

Anastasia chuckled, "yeah...I was going to tell you eventually....see since we can change forms at will, we don't really have such problems..."

_____________________

(If your amab or otherwise have the necessary organs)

"I-welll..M-maybe after we-"

"Father, you know how awkward that is to ask!"

"Oh come on. They already knew it was possible, so you can't tell me you never thought of it-"

"FATHER!"

_____________________

(If you prefer to adopt)

"Well we were thinking, after we get married," you began.

Anastasia held your hand, "we would adopt."

"That's WONDERFUL!" Spritefather shouted in excitement, "so when's the wedding!?"

"FATHER!"

_____________________

I am not quite sure how to continue this. Honestly it's not even my adhd, it's just not really any ideas. It was a bit hard to write for the kids part, as I know reader insert fics are done for self fulfilling fantasies (which is perfectly fine) so I wanted to include scenarios for every type of person I could. And I really hope I didn't leave anyone out.

I hope it was good enough for you story! If you have any extra prompts that'd be great!

(Tagging: @golden-wingseos, @storytravelled)

Also remember, if you want to be tagged just tell me.

#let Hu Tao say FUCK #genshin #genshin impact #genshin oc #oc x reader #genshin impact fanfiction

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despressolattes · 3 years

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FIRST IMPRESSIONS/BECOMING FRIENDS ft. the upperclassmen

maliyah’s karasuno adventures masterlist

since this isn’t a “fanfic series” it’s also not going to be in chronological order and some of the parts won’t necessarily be full on scenes, just me rambling about things, therefore i will write about random things at any given point in the series, sorry if that gets confusing BAHAH

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send any asks for specific adventures you’d wanna see

feat. nishinoya, tanaka, suga, daichi, kiyoko, ennoshita, narita, kinoshita

When I met Nishinoya, it was at my parents’ restaurant & he was so talkative. I was the volleyball manager at my middle school, and he had seen me at a game he played, so talked to me about volleyball. He ended up coming to the restaurant a lot “because it was near his house” but I’m pretty convinced it’s because he liked my company. I liked how easy he was to talk to. He eventually became my best friend, and I spent more time with him than I did with people at my actual school. Eventually, he went to high school at Karasuno and I would go to his volleyball games when I wasn’t busy. He’s also the reason I chose to go to Karasuno despite the fact none of my school friends were going there. My sister definitely calls Nishinoya my “simp” but we don’t talk about that—or do we?

When I met Tanaka I thought he acted basically like a tall Nishinoya, but louder and more obnoxious. The first thing that came out of his mouth was “CUTIE” and that’s where the nickname stuck. He didn’t think I was cute in a romantic way like he does with Kiyoko, but instead he just found me adorable. He was surprised that I spoke fluent japanese despite being Filipino and from America. He was like what I expected an obnoxious but dotting older brother would be like.

As for Sugawara, he’s the reason that Daichi eventually gave me the nickname of “Little Flirt.” I thought the gray haired boy was cute as hell and made that almost painstakingly clear, and he was also so soft. But he was also secretly really mischievous despite acting like the “mom” of his friend group.

I’ve definitely once asked him to help me with an assignment, and his face turned red when he glanced at the top of it, and where it said “Name” I had put Maliyah Sugawara and next to “Date” I had put “me please”

Or when the boys would talk about their future goals and aspirations, I’d casually add in, “I dunno what Imma be doing, but I know one of those things will be Kōshi-kun.”

Only to get scolded for the dirty comment, but Noya would snicker at me.

“You can’t say things like that, Macchan,” Sugawara would say, ruffling a hand through my hair while blushing really hard.

Asahi was more intimidated by me than I was by him and I clowned on him for it. He’s just so tall and mature looking that he was so afraid of scaring me that he overcompensated by being overly nice, and you can just see the anxiety written over his face when nishinoya introduced us.

Daichi was a whole other story. He was calm and collected while also being friendly. He wasn’t the captain of the team, but when i found out he was going to be, i really wasn’t surprised. He was definitely the “dad” of the team. While I openly flirted with Suga, I subtly thought Daichi was attractive. I just never said anything about it.

With Kiyoko, I definitely thought she was super pretty when I first met her. I was also fascinated in her calm and collected demeanor and how she never seemed stressed out. There was a certain sureness and confidence about her that made me want to be like her someday, and she quickly became someone I felt like I could go to with curiosity about the world, school, and life. The way I admired her was somewhat similar to the way I would admire my older sister, but with more curiosity since her attitude and personality was so different from my own.

As for Ennoshita, Narita, and Kinoshita, I just never got all that close with them. I’d hang out with the others after school or after games, but they weren’t really with us all that much. I did like to say that they reminded me of a calmer version of Suga, Daichi, and Tanaka because of their appearances, and oftentimes applauded Ennoshita for the way he was able to stabilize the energy within tanaka and nishinoya.

Suga calls me Macchan like how Asahi and Bokuto call Yachi Yacchan or how Deku in bnha calls bakugo kacchan

yes i went crazy on suga’s section bc i am a suga flirt, bite me

Nishinoya would DEFINITELY be my simp no one can tell me otherwise

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@thedamjokes @zombieonna @lumpiang-toge @chloflower @immonole @henkaigarden @jessie9008

@mariishat @misssugarless @drarrylov3r @luluwiie @bubblywriter0 @laudthingcat @walecznypisarz @yaskna

#despressolattes; maliyah's karasuno adventures #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu headcanon #haikyu headcanon #haikyu headcanons #kiyoko shimizu #kiyoko shimizu headcanon #kiyoko headcanons #kiyoko shimizu headcanons #sugawara headcanons #daichi headcanons #nishinoya headcanons #tanaka headcanons #bestie nishinoya #simp tanaka #simp nishinoya

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closetweebsmh · 4 years

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Ticklish || TBHK - Hanako Headcanon

Note: I copied and pasted this from MY tbhk one-shot book so don’t be alarmed when you find it familiar. It is an original of mine.

• When you tickle him •

- You've always wondered if this cute smol boy is ticklish; for a while now actually! - So to satisfy your aching curiosity, you're just going to harmlessly b r u s h his sides for a split moment FUFUFU - And by "harmlessly brush", I mean to literally attack him with a furious flurry of tickles- - By the time school ended and school bell rung, you immediately dashed to the abandoned girl's bathroom to meet your perverted ghost buddy - "Hanako-Kun, you here?~" "But of course, Y/n!" - He noticed the weird mischievous glint in your eyes as you happily skip over to him- a little too happy for his taste. - Just from the look on your face spelled out trouble! And you say he's the troublemaker- - As he was trying to figure out your strange behavior today, you took the opportunity to tackle him - You straddled him effortlessly with an endearing and frisky grin on your face, making his face burn scarlet. - "Y-Y/n?! W-What are you-" - Cue the aggressive tickle attack - He lets out a loud yet adorable series of laughs making you internally fawn over his laugh and crave for more - "BAHAH- STAAPPHHHHHH!!" "NEVERRRR!" - This lasted for a little over a while and ended up with you being chased down the halls by the vengeful ghost in the evening as your screams full of "terror" echoed throughout the school.

• When he tickles you •

- To be honest, he just wants to get his revenge after that tickle incident- - So he decided to pay you a little visit. - He hastily floated over to your homeroom in the middle of a lesson and went up to your drained figure - Your eyes brightened up at the sight of your favorite ghost

"Hanako-Kun!" You whisper-yelled as you cover the bottom half of your face with your textbook. The boy grinned happily and waved. "What brings you here, Hanako-Kun? I'm in the middle of a lesson at the moment as you can see." You gestured to the teacher in front with your eyes.

"I just miss my dear ol' Y/n, that's all!~" He sang happily and hugged your figure. You laughed quietly at his clingy-ness. You let him hug you and continued to "listen" to your teacher in front with a content look on your face.

- Seeing that you're distracted, he softly glided his hands over your side as he watches your face with anticipation. - Boy was it hard NOT to laugh - You're extremely ticklish and can't even handle a slight brush of your sides - And Hanako knows that extremely well- - You silently glared at him with so much intensity as you bit back your laughter - The apparition only grinned widely and fully pressed your side, sending big waves of shock - And, as expected, you burst out laughing in the dead silent classroom - Which led you getting harshly scolded and getting detention for the day - But at least the ghost boy made it up to you by making your favorite food and spends the night with you stargazing afterwards ♡︎

#hanako-kun #tbhk fanfic #tbhk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako x reader #fluff #tbhk fluff #headcanon #tbhk headcanon #tbhk headcanons

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lala-the-rebel · 4 years

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15. “Hi, I’ve been subtle at hinting that I want your attention all day and you haven’t noticed once and now I’m pissed.” Roman to Logan?

let it be known that i started off writing this injuring myself with my computer lmao. also it’s very early in the morning to say the least so if it’s not completely coherent, i apologize because i ain’t proofreading it pfttt. wanted to post this because i was excited to get the prompt and ended up finishing it in probably the fastest time i’ve ever finished a prompt (mostly because i was in the optimal writing mood bahah)

Summary: Roman wants attention. Logan isn’t giving it to him. Cue Roman becoming whiny about it, followed by finding a way to get it. (featuring Virgil having none of it)

Word Count: 885

Warnings: little bit of swearing, lotta bit little bit of innuendos, general shenanigans as per usual (anything i missed lemme know)

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Roman entered the room and noticed Logan sitting on the couch reading his book. It would be about the fifth time today that he had seen the other side. It would also be about the fifth time he was ignored by him.

Normally, Logan would notice him enter a room and immediately acknowledge him. Today was not the day to do that, apparently, and Roman hated it.

He was desperate for Logan’s attention by now, and he was going to do whatever he could to get it.

He first dramatically flung himself upside down over the back of the couch, landing pretty much right next to Logan. No reaction. Not even a glance over at him.

Roman sighed, frustrated even more now. He slid himself off of the couch, landing on the floor with a huge thump. Still no reaction from Logan.

He got up and sat next to him on the couch. Or, in reality, threw himself onto it as dramatically as possible. He made it lean back a bit due to the force from his impact.

Yet again, no reaction.

He threw his hands up in the air. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he shouted in frustration.

Logan finally looked up. “What?”

Roman looked him the eye, resting one hand underneath his chin. “Hi, I’ve been subtle at hinting that I want your attention all day, and you haven’t noticed once, and now I’m pissed,” he explained in the most passive-aggressive tone he could muster. He even added a grin for effect.

“And why do you want my attention so badly?” Logan asked nonchalantly, not taking his eyes off his book.

Roman scoffed. “Why?! Do you even know I am?!”

“I know you’re a bit of an attention whore, but that’s nothing new,” Logan remarked with a snicker.

Roman smacked him on the arm. “Rude!”

“I’m not rude, I’m right.”

“That’s no way to describe your perfectly innocent boyfriend,” Roman complained as he laid himself on Logan’s lap.

“You are by no means innocent. I have plenty of evidence to prove that.” He set his book aside on the table, giving up on trying to read it anymore.

“Shhh,” Roman hushed as he put a finger up to Logan’s lips. “We don’t talk about that.”

“Yeah, please don’t,” Virgil called from the kitchen. He had entered the area while they were in the middle of their conversation. “No one wants to hear that.”

“If you don’t want to hear it, then leave. We were here first,” Roman countered. He made himself more comfortable on Logan.

Annoyed, Logan pushed Roman off of him and onto the floor. “Virgil can be in here if he wants. You just need to control yourself.”

Roman sat himself up, glaring at Logan from his position on the floor. “Make me.”

“No.”

Roman retaliated by grabbing Logan’s arm and pulling him down the ground. He succeeded, making Logan pissed off in the process. When the other side gave him a huge glare, he stuck his tongue out at him. “That’s what you get for saying no.”

Without hesitation, Logan pushed Roman over onto the ground before getting up. As he attempted to walk over Roman, his ankle was grabbed to make him fall over. He did, falling face first onto the ground. Virgil had to resist laughing in case Logan took it out on him.

“Roman!”

“You pushed me! Fair is fair!”

Logan sat up, adjusting his glasses after they were almost knocked off his face. “Oh, really?” He crawled over to Roman and pinned him down onto the ground, getting almost no resistance from him. He leaned over him and looked down at Roman, now laying down on his back. “Don’t test me.”

Although he was intimidated, Roman wasn’t going to show that. And he definitely wasn’t to back off on the sass. “What if I do?” His voice unintentionally cracked a little as he said that.

“You’ll have to wait even longer again to get any more attention from me.” Logan backed off. “You don’t want that, do you?” All Roman could do was shake his head in reply. “Thought so.” He got up, picked up his book, and walked off to his room.

Roman sat there for a bit, taking in what had just went on. He slowly sat up as he watched Logan walk off.

His dream-like state was broken by a snarky remark from Virgil.

“You are so whipped for him, holy shit,” the emo remarked with a snort.

“Shut up!”

“He’s not wrong,” Logan chimed in from the top of the stairs. He made Virgil snicker and Roman blush as a result.

“I am not, Logan!”

Logan walked back down the stairs again, making himself present. “Then prove it.”

Roman’s eyes widened once he said that, while Virgil had to resist losing it then and there. He anticipated Roman’s reply. So did Logan.

“What do I have to do?” he mumbled.

“First, you have to catch me,” Logan said before darting off again.

Roman looked at the now empty space, then at Virgil.

“What are you waiting for, dude? Go!” Virgil demanded with a wave of his hand.

The realization of what just happened finally kicked in and persuaded Roman to run off after Logan.

He was gonna prove himself, alright.

#the logince rebel writes #thomas sanders #sanders sides #logince #logan sanders #roman sanders

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anianimol · 4 years

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Happy METSU Monday!! 😌✨🥂❤️ sooo what kinda dates do you and Kuroo enjoy the most? And maybe some hcs on a date that DIDNT go so well ?? BAHAH I’d love to see some funny hcs😌✨❤️ i love you molly!! And I love Metsu

I LOVE YOU ANGEL🥰✨

what dates do we enjoy the most?

I think we’d enjoy our little day trips the most!!trying out new things and places is something we really love—going for a nice drive out to the beach to picnic for the day, traveling to a different town and admiring the beautiful architecture on a stroll after a tasty dinner, or going for a hike at a new nature preserve!☺️we’d especially like anything outdoorsy, whether it be kayaking on a lake for an afternoon, or trying a hand at clay shooting!

disastrous dates! metsu style:

oH LORD here we go

the first time kuroo tried to take me on a picnic (this was our third date), while he got up to go to the bathroom, I was peacefully eating my lunch when a wasp decided to ZOOM by

needless to say I screamed bloody murder and ran for the hills, sandwich and picnic blanket left deserted behind me

I am SO afraid of all bugs, so I was booking it as fast as humanly possible, not looking where I was going

this poor man comes back to me not there and absolutely FREAKS out

Did she ditch me? Was she captured? Did she go to take a piss in the woods?

this poor man’s brain was on overdrive—legit steam coming out of his ears

ended up looking through the woods and found me after wandering for half an hour, my dress with a large rip in it and dirt covering my knees bc I fell on my face like an idiot

the two of us had decided to go to the library to study one day, and somehow found ourselves in the ‘silent’ section you can probably tell where this is going

everything was going fine for a bit, the two of us studying respectively, until the breakfast burrito hit. and it hit hard.

i had never heard a fart so loud in my entire existence—there were literal TEARS streaming down my face as I burst out laughing, kuroo first turning a deep shade of red before joining me😂

we were quite promptly kicked out and forced to take our antics home, where little studying got done👀 not bc of something unholy you sinners, bc kuroo spent the rest of the day on the toilet

THESE WERE SO FUNNY TO WRITE, thank you for requesting!!☺️

🍄metsu taglist!: @janellion @the-kool-aid-man-is-real @deadontheinsidebut @stcrryskies @sstardusty @sugacookiies @kaminii

#metsu monday🍄#metsu: crack!

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strawbrieshortcake · 4 years

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hey! can I request a male matchup? I’m 5’7 and have medium-length dark brown hair and eyes! I usually wear anything comfortable, whether it be sweatshirts or just a simple t-shirt. I’m a scorpio and an ambivert but lean more towards the extroverted side! I’m an asexual and look for someone who’s either capable of matching my energy or just willing to put up with it. I work well with basically anyone as long as they remain loyal and are respectful, the bar is honestly really low LMAO. (1/2) — 🦋

Hi babe! I match you with…

Daichi Sawamura!!

-You would be Tanaka’s friend b/c you both have the same energy! The way you meet was when someone was trying to hit on Kiyoko at school, and Tanaka went a little overboard with the name calling. Daichi watched from afar and was about to intervene but then dark brown hair came into view! “Oi! Caillou headass! Just walk away! Would you want your beloved Kiyoko to see you like this?” so you dragged him away! Daichi went up to you and apologized for his behavior, while all you said was “It’s okay captain! He can just be a simp sometimes” and you walked away. After that Daichi lowkey wanted to know more about you

-It wasn’t that rare for you to go visit Tanaka after that. Daichi and the others have noticed you before but knew you weren’t dating Tanaka for obvious reasons but after he wanted to get to know you better. He would try to strike a conversation up, but would always fail due to you messing Tanaka. It got to a point where Daichi ended up yelling at Tanaka for talking to you during practice he was jealous you weren’t talking to him BAHAH. “Captain! He was doing his work, it’s just he was multitasking!” he definitely put you in check “if you continue to mess with my players you can’t come anymore.”- “How about take me somewhere and I’ll think about leaving your players alone?” you smooth mf

-The following weekend you both went to a cafe! He was insisting that this “not a date” is just a way for you to stop messing with his players when Suga asked that didn’t stop suga harassing him about it During the date, he learned that you were much more than someone who likes to tease him. You both had a fun time! As he dropped you off at the train station he asked “So see you here next week?” (you didn’t know he had it in him)

-You continued to go to the practices and this time you didn’t mess with the boys as much. You kinda became this unofficial manager! You would go to the games and cheer along with a string of cusses but it really encouraged everyone on the team. We know how much the team means to him, so seeing you actively helping others? It was a dream come true. When he catches you having one-on-on convos with everyone and hyping them up? You put this man in cardiac arrest

-It was after a hard game when he confessed to you. Throughout the whole game you were in the stands hyping your boys up! Right before the same you gave them a speech and when he was looking at you when you did? His eyes were so full of love for you.After the boys won, you jumped down to congratulate everyone. When he saw you?? Manz straight up bear-hugged you.

-“Captain! What has gotten into you?” He just didn’t say anything because his face was on your shoulder (you guys are perfect hugging height btw) He just waited for everyone to leave before he told you his feelings. You both were so blushy! Suga was watching and will never let Daichi live down the fact when you accepted his feelings you said “yes captain”

-You would give a speech before every game now, always being there to support your manz! You then got the title “Mom” (which carried a big burden off Suga’s shoulders) this also means you now have over 10 kids! Daichi would keep you and them in check but he lowkey loves it when you get into Mom mode. Taking care of him? His heart will melt

-He likes that fact that you don’t go all out for anything, just simple. When you guys get older you both would just have chill days together and just vibe. I can see him being a simple guy. You guys would have dates at the park just talking to each other and holding hands. Although I see Daichi confident in his abilities, when you hype him up? Babe would spill all his love for you.

-You both understand each other so well, you don’t even need to say anything in order to understand the other’s emotions. Having a bad day? Daichi would sit with you, rubbing your hand affectionately while you vent to him about whatever happened that day. Or having a good day? He would cook dinner listening to you ramble on about your day, listening to every single word.

-He is a very loyal man, so you don’t need to worry about anything! He would treat you so well, he drinks his respect women juice. He will always be there for you, thick and thin. You both wholeheartedly understand each other. Please take care of this man, he might be getting gray hairs from taking care of all the kids. (they would totally visit you by going to your house)

#cupid brie #🦋 berry #my berries

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theexecutionerssong · 5 years

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Time for a lil recap of the screening!

The crew opened the show as usual, thanking us for being here just as we had promised at the last screening (they actually were worried we wouldn’t show up, poor bubs), telling us once again that they don’t know about seasons 5 and 6 but they really are working on it. They would like to find a way to celebrate the end of season 4 with fans anyway but they don’t know how yet, a screening or something else......

The cast got here (David sais to “unleash hell”, I laughed because accurate), minus Paul and Maxence who were late. We started watching the two episodes straight away. Laïs and Assa were sitting next to each other and were adorable, they kept leaning/cuddling during Sofimane scenes, like the folding laundry one, the one with Sofiane behind the door, and Assa hid her face in her hands when Imane says “what else can you do with your hands” azertghj. At the end of the first clip of yesterday, Laïs hug attacked her, ‘twas very cute. Someone shouted “THAT’S MY SON” during the one with the bottle of wine and Laïs tried to hide too bahah.

Maxence got here between the two episodes, he ran in in the dark and tried to be discreet but failed miserably. David scolded him and then he had to sit on the floor because there were no seats left eheh.

David made Assa and Laïs stand up to hug them tight after the second ep and then the two of them hugged too. Hugs all around :)) then the Q&A started and you can watch it all with English subtitles here

After that we got outside, there was an actual security cord thingy this time, bless, even though most of the cast ignore it pretty quickly. It felt way more chilled than the last time. People were still VERY enthusiastic but it was less frantic/crowded.

Everyone in the cast got included, took pics and talked with fans, the crew too, even Niels and Jeremy, not only David. David left after an hour, he had to take care of his children. Paul made us sing happy birthday to him again azertgyjk. He told us again how proud he is of the fans for supporting the show. He teased a bit about our frustrating cries during the clips from last night, saying we were NOT READY for what was to come. Oh joy!

Assa got showered in compliments and flowers, she was so kind and gracious to everyone. At one point she just stood back and looked at us all, said thank you and that we were beautiful inside and out, so I said “LOOK WHO’S TALKING” and she got all flustered, it was adorable. A girl got emotional because she was really thankful of getting to see someone like her on screen (a black muslim woman) and Assa was very moved and kept telling her it was just as important to her to have a fair representation of people like them, and that we could trust the team with s4.

Laïs and Moussa left just after the screening so they didn’t talk or take pics with anyone :( Robin is such a riot, he’s so bubbly and genuinely happy to be there, it was a pleasure to meet him, I don’t want to sound weird but it felt like talking to an old friend. Paul was his goofy self as usual, I lost count of how many checks de gang he got, but he’s also a great listener.

Marilyn and Michel went around for a very long while engaging with people, they were swarmed as soon as they were standing next to each other. They are adorable together. I was in my corner taking pics and Michel saw me, and zoomed in on my tattoo, asking who had designed it and what it meant, I was NOT ready bahah. We got to talking about bisexuality a bit (because my tattoo is an LGBTQ symbol and I told him I was bi), it was pretty nice :) The contrast between Michel and Charles is astounding.

Maxence took a few breaks to the side a couple of times with Coline, and stayed behind the security thingy. He hugged everyone and was still as intense and focus on what you’re telling him as always. He got more gifts again, mainly music and letters. He’s always so thankful and enthusiastic :’)

Coline, Lula, Philippine and Zoé were a bit to the side for a while, a bit further from the crowd. Zoé is so blunt, it’s so funny. Edouard and Aliénor were on another corner recreating the coloc and taking pics. Lula was as happy going as ever. I told her I really enjoyed her play, she was so happy and grateful Skam fans were following their careers outside of the show. She also said to wait and see how Daphné is going to evolve and learn this season.

Paul and Robin were leaving after we came back from dinner, I said something like “it’s getting late, go home now” and they replied with “yeah yeah the little ones are ready for bed”, cute cute cute

And Niels. My god Niels, do I love that man. He was the last one to leave, he was still there talking and hugging people so tight at 10:40pm. He spent hours talking about the scripts, writing, his process, his background, societal issues, offering advice, listening to what people were saying, such a great listener, I can’t stress this enough. He said that s4 didn’t change much of the love story between Imane and Sofiane but all the rest was almost brand new.

Soooo, yeah, another amazing, wholesome evening, full of hugs, kind people and love <3

#skam france #screening 4 #gaelle parle #long post #but not that interesting #not much details here #just thought i'd give an overview #i still have 600 pics to go through and the videos from outside RIP RIP #skam france event

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preciouslypristinepanda · 6 years

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Venting Frustration

... not that I know how to talk about my frustration let alone write it into proper words. I can’t write eloquent words, pfft.

But, idk. I’m just in the mood to randomly talk about my obsession with Bruce Greenwood... wait no, Theo! Wait that’s not right, I meant Kal! Ergh, no, no, it’s the asshole David Bell, right? Wrong, it’s totally about Harry - hold on a sec, Nessa, they’re basically sharing the same face claim! Damn. My obssession with Bruce Greenwood isn’t even funny 😭 Binge watching his movies/tv shows obviously isn’t making it any better - I kept coming up with so much plots based on the feels I get from all the characters, waaa 😭 #imagonecase

President Theodore G. Rutherford or Theo as he is affectionately called. God damn it, he’s my favourite out of the five, no wait, six, yeah six characters that I’ve come up with thanks to all my insane feels. He’s easily my favourite for the fact that he managed to ticked off literally everything from my dream guy to marry in a heartbeat list! I basically went crazy and just threw in everything for Theo, all the traits that I love and find sexy as hell, everything that Theo is made up of is solely to satisfy my personal needs, HA! I mean come on, Air Force Pilot who had to resign because of war injuries, Lawyer with a specialty in Constitutional Law though I prefer Criminal Lawyers but it doesn’t fit his plot so the next best thing will do! Bahah. Married a girl with quite a big age difference only because I want to marry an older man too, sniff. Just wants to leisure fly his plane but then his Presidential ambition damn it, loves his expensive liquor and nicotine plus occasionally cigar though it’s obviously unhealthy to finish three packs of cigarettes a day but hey he’s sexy smoking those imported cigarettes, ok!? Can’t even scold his daughter because he’s smitten and would never raise his voice at his little girl. Designs jewelry for his wife because simply buying whatever Cartier can offer is just not good enough! Has the most impeccable fashion sense because wearing tailored suits and well-fitted ivy league outfit is always a good idea for man of his standings... I rest my damn case, here Theodore, have my heart on a gold platter.

And then we have this asshole David Bell.

I stole his surname. In my defense I was drowning in the sea of feels, I had to save myself, ok!? 😭 Marathoning The Resident within a day was the best thing I ever did, well next best thing after creating all the characters #2k18youvebeensogoodtomyfeels AHEM. So, let me just briefly introduce you to one of god’s createst creation that is David Bell - damn I love pronouncing his name - and what makes him worthy enough to be mentioned in this magnificent post of mine, hah. He’s an asshole but a sexy asshole, if he isn’t I wouldn’t be talking about him now, would I? So, David was the preferiti of Perk-Azaria Hospital’s - legit amazing name I came up with, eh? - Chief of Surgery to succeed him way back when he first met his third wife aka the love of his life, Natalie. Yes, he’s a twice divorced man who ended marrying a girl twenty years younger than him, in simple words, he’s a damn craddle robber. But hey, David totally didn’t start the flirting, guy doesn’t even give a shit after the second time seeing his divorce lawyer, lol. Natalie, goodness Natalie, I want to be her in sense that she had the balls to start the flirting, you know? It doesn’t matter that she’s actually Perk-Azaria’s heiress - ok, I kid, it mattered a lot because if she wasn’t David would’ve just indulged and ignored her, hah. - who totally would inherit the hospital one day and being her husband would give so, so much benefit. Of course, her family opposed to it but she loved him and he did eventually fell for her, who would’t!? She’s the definition of perfection, any man would be lucky to have even an inch of her, David is needless to say the luckiest son of a bitch to have her whole. So they married, he got the post he aimed for, life was supposed to be so damn good for them, right? So, so wrong. Throw in affairs, miscarriages, insane ex girlfriend, a brief meeting with death... YEAH. I have one chapter written for DAVID AND NATALIE. Maybe, it’ll be made online, who knows.

Look at that adowable face. Stahp it, Harry 🔥

So, umm meet President Harrison Wyatt aka Harry. He is so damn adorable, I just can’t! I know, I love Presidential characters, I’ve always wondered if it could be considered as a fetish? Hmm. Ahem, anyways, so Harry, goodness Harry. Thank you, National Treasure Book of Secrets - yeah, Nic Cage’s movies suck big time but thank you casting producer for casting Bruce Greenwood as the nerdy President who studied Historical Architecture in Harvard. Sniff. Lemme marry him. Harry’s plot is just so damn interesting. If Theo’s loosely based on JFK, Harry has 9/11 which tbh I know, it’s quite insensitive but I was watching documentaries and I thought of writing something that’s sort of based on it but not so? To clarify, I mean no harm, it’s just that tragedies tend to help when you’re a writer? Maybe it’s just me. I was watching The President’s documentary when the plot came rushing in... I thought, what if, the President was in that tower when it happened? How insane would that be, racing against literally everything just to get him out to safety. And then I saw the 9/11 (2017) trailer - would never watch it probably cause apparently it’s a disgrace to the memories so uh, I’ll skip - and how they’re trapped in the elevator, well hello plot, cue in the President attending a summit held at Sky Tower (yeah, I created my own fictional tower) in NYC when two planes crashed into it, trapping everyone that’s everyone including other leaders attending the damn summit! So yeah, President and his Secret Service details stucked in the elevator whilst the ones outside climb at least twenty sets of stairs to reach the floor they’re stuck on before whatever shit happens and they loose their President. Then when he’s out, that’s when conspiracies and all the dramas start to unfold because guess what? It’s the Generals starting civil war because Harry’s not listening to them... I named the story The Enemy Within, get it, get it? Hee. Oh btw, Harry’s married to a badass wife called Ingrid who looks like Jaimie Alexander circa long hair and also has twin children, Harley Kai who looks like twelve years old Tom Holland in The Impossible and Chloè Rhea whose face I borrowed from my favourite girl ever, Elle Fanning. So yeah, will work on the script, Harry might be threatened to be given a public execution but he made his Secret Service detail promise that he’d kill him before the enemy gets him because no way will he let his wife and children witness him being murdered live on every damn media platform. Yeap.

I love astronauts especially YOU.

Alex Powell, that’s what I named him. Air Force + Astronaut = Nessa is resting in peace. Right, for this plot, his occupation is entirely useless as it’s a horror thriller and I just need to make his CV look super good, ha. Where do I even start!? I mean, it’s all about ancestors evil spirits wanting to kill his daughter by possessing his pregnant wife and making everyone’s life a living hell until help came, epic exorcism before everyone lives happily ever after... or did they not? Who knows.

So uhh... I feel good typing all that. Really good.

#helpmeplease

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geracaoalpha · 3 years

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Desert-X 2021: A dialogue between arts, land and people

As our world begins to reopen, we are excited to once again be able to experience exhibitions and explore new works. Our co-founder, Manuela Séve, recently visited Desert X 2021 to explore these works first-hand.

Running from March 12 - May 16 in Coachella Valley, CA, Desert X 2021 is an art exhibition that explores the desert as both a place and an idea. Curated by Cesar Garcia-Alvarez and Neville Wakefield, the exhibition acknowledges the realities of people who reside there, as well as the political, social, and cultural landscape that shapes our stories. Newly-commissioned works explore a variety of themes including land rights and ownership, migration, racial narratives of the West, social justice, water exploitation, and the gendered landscape.

Site specific installations by almost a dozen renowned international artists activate the desert landscape, and some works will remain on-site for viewing even after the exhibition closes.

Safely Operating During COVID-19

Given the rapidly-evolving conditions associated with a global pandemic, Desert X was postponed from its initial scheduled opening in February. By March, restrictions had eased enough that the exhibition was allowed to open. While public bus tours were not offered as they had been in previous years, trained docents were available on-site. Desert X 2021 was one of the first events in the region after the COVID pandemic lockdowns, offering a safe, outdoor setting for visitors.

Over 650,000 visits were recorded during the event, which took place from March 12 – May 16. This year’s visitor records exceeded the 2019 event by more than 200,000 visits.

Alpha’a Visits Desert X 2021

Our experience attending and interacting with the works was extremely insightful. Key themes from this year included the challenge histories of land art, what we can do as individuals and communities, reflecting on the moment, speaking from indigenous land, working with indigenous people, and land art. We are thankful that we were able to partake in this experience along with so many others.

Artists & Artworks

Here are some of our favorite works from the exhibit -

“This Land: Making Never Forget” Nicholas Galanin

Nicholas Galanin’s monumental project “This Land: Making Never Forget” explores the complex histories of the land it stands on. Galanin’s inquiry compels us to assess who we are as individuals and human beings and our personal connections to the desert while reflecting on this current moment. The work battles conversations that are endangering people and their forceful removal from the land they belong to. The work’s focal intention is to bring a call to action to this cause. Today, we live in a world where land acknowledgment has become normalized in institutional societies.

The work connects with the iconic imagery of the Hollywood sign, which initially was spelled “Hollywoodland” and was built in a black neighborhood with the purpose of selling real estate for the elite from the film industry. California has a major history of moving out local communities to promote “development”, such as the indigenous that originally inhabited Palm Springs, and the black community that used to live in today’s region of Hollywood sign. This is the history of America and the american dream that often excludes non-white communities from the conversation. “Never Forget” stands as reference to the land and its history. It is not about the piece itself or the letters, but how it engages with people and invites them to participate in this call to action through the powerful meaning the work conveys.

The Future of the project is how the work evolves through peoples histories, conversions, and ideas. The work can move to other locations to see how the conversations will evolve in those different communities. “The work is not done when it is up, it’s just the beginning”

— Nicholas Galanin’s Never Forget until August 15

“In What Lies Behind the Walls” Zahrah Alghamdi

Alghamdi’s work explores hope and a promise of spiritual preservation and human freedom. The piece is a sculptural work of a wall, almost 25 feet high, created with what visualizes as stacks of turf or folded fabric. The work was built using the earth in Palm Springs. The colors, mountains and desert resemble those of her own country.

The wall is positioned facing northwest and southwest, touching on the directions of Mecca, representing on one side the roots of her islamic faith and her hometown in Saudi Arabia and to the other side, the union between what’s in both sides of it. Her work is inspired by her hometown in Al-bahah, as well as the stories and memories she has lived. She explores ideas of history, memory, trade and cultural convergence. In her own words “You might always see a wall as a barrier, that’s a problem that you face, which makes you sit behind the wall. My idea is that we shouldn’t build walls between us”.

https://desertx.org/dx/desert-x-21/zahrah-alghamdi

Zahrah Alghamdi, “What Lies Behind the Walls,” 2021, mixed media

“The Wishing Well” Serge Attukwei Clottey⁠

The Wishing Well is a sculpture of two 9 ft installations of large-scale towers, created with pieces of yellow plastic Kufuor gallons used to transport water in Ghana.

The work is in response to the shared struggles with water insecurity that are occurring, representing the many wells around the world that people must trek to daily to collect water, especially during the 6 year drought in Ghana that took place by the end of the 60’s. The installation also speaks to the land it sits on, situated in Coachella Valley, whose future is also dependent on water.

This is an issue that African communities deal with every single day. Even in modern African life, this is a necessity, and their lives revolve around the consumption of water through these jerrycans. The yellow cubes represent a form of richness and the material is tied to a larger critique on colonialism.

The artist is interested in the community aspect, bringing people together and collaborating. This conversation translates across geographies.

https://desertx.org/dx/desert-x-21/serge-attukwei-clottey

If you want to discover more contemporary artists that explore similar discourses and themes, have a look in these selected artists from Alpha’a Inc community:

Marvin Amberg, a photographer with a series of ghost towns in Namibia.

Elias Souza is a photographer, whose work revolves around the nature and culture of the Amazon.

Julia Vanderput, writer, photographer and creative strategist from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Her work explores dismantling all oppressive structures and how decolonization is now more pertinent and urgent.

Moises Patricio, who lives and works in São Paulo, Brazil, explores art and its relation with social media, everyday life in São Paulo, and the politics of race in Brazil today.

Steve Lefkovits is a landscape and nature photographer based in the San Francisco Bay Area. His work explores themes of the importance of nature and how it is connected to the spiritual understanding of life.

Nick Turner is an American artist born in Boston in 1983. There is a deeply personal relationship with nature and his personal interest in horses and surfing that are juxtaposed against family history motifs and vast empty landscapes from around the globe. There is a play between his individual experiences in life as an artist and the larger dialogue about society and man’s place in the natural world.

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