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mendesblurb · 3 years

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Quarantine

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Note: I’m supposed to be writing a summary for my university course but instead I wrote this fluff story 🥲

The rain outside the window intensified as you snuggled deeper in your warm blanket on the bed. Still in Shawn’s shirt without any intention to change. It was cold and gloomy. Exactly the kind of weather where you are grateful you can just stay inside the house enjoying the warmth from the heater.

"I want to do something, Shawnie," You say while leaning over to rest your head on Shawn’s shoulder and tilting your chin up to look into his eyes.

Drawing his eyebrows together, he sets his pen and notebook on the nightstand and turns his head to return your gaze. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I tried everything they said to do during quarantine." You say as you gesture your legs with a frown. "I want to do something fun."

In that moment Shawn presses his knuckles against his lips in thought. "Do you want to just drive with no destination?"

You shake your head in response while pulling yourself closer to Shawn. "No, I don't think so." You paused. "Never mind. You’re busy and I shouldn’t be bothering you.

"No, no, I’m never too busy for you baby," he announces while quickly getting up from the bed. "I'm gonna take you downstairs." He continued while Walking around to the your side of the bed. Immediately You felt Shawn scoops you up in his arms. "And when I bring you back up, we'll have something fun to do, okay?"

"Okay," you replied, while wrapping your arms around Shawn’s shoulder.

"Alright baby," he says as both of you reach the bottom of the stairs, "will you be okay with staying in the couch?"

"Yup," You replied as Shawn begin walking towards the couch and placed you gently on it.

"Now, just sit tight and be patient," Shawn orders with a wide smile and he bends down to give you a quick kiss before running back up the stairs.

Twenty minutes later, You could hear Shawn’s heavy footsteps tapping down the stairs.

"Baby are you done?” You asked while twisting your neck to try to catch a glimpse of him.

"Mmhmm," he replied and once again lifting you into his strong arms as he begins to make his way back to the room.

"So what is the surprise?" You question eagerly while raising your eyebrows.

"Wait and see," he replies and starts laughing when you displayed a pouting face.

"I waited twenty minutes Shawnie!"

"And you can't wait a few more?" Shawn teases, while readjusting his grip on you as he opens the door of the bedroom.

"Ta-da!" Shawn shouts while stepping through the room.

"Oh my gosh, Shawn!" You squealed , while hiding your face in his chest. "You made a blanket fort!"

The blanket fort was just amazing. Shawn managed to filled it with tons of blankets and pillows, he even hanged some fairy lights for some better lighting. It just had that warm and cozy vibe to it. It was an Ideal place to cuddle and have a movie night.

“My dear.” He let you go in first.

“Thank you.” You chuckled while getting on your knees and crawled inside.

“Couldn’t ask for a better place and company.” He said while putting a hand around your shoulders and looking around. “What do you want to watch?”

“Hmm...what about Game of Thrones?”

“Oh winter is coming alright!” He says

“Oh please, you know nothing Jon Snow.”

“We'll see about that.”

————————————- LATER————————-

"Remember the other day when you showed me childhood pictures of you?"

You nodded your head while wondering what this has to do with anything.

"Well, I thought that maybe I would show you some pictures of myself when I was a kid. I mean, I'm sure you saw photos of me when I was 15, when life of the party came out,” he says with a laugh, "probably when I was slowly paying attention to my looks. But these are more of the baby Shawn and awkward Shawn phase. If you want to see them."

In response you nodded your head again and gave Shawn a big grin. "Yeah, I wanna see them."

"Alright." Standing up from his his seat, Shawn walks over to the corner of the fort and picks up a box that you haven’t noticed before.

"Can I open it?" You asked

"Yeah, you can open it."

"Oh my— Oh my gosh, Baby Shawn?" You exclaimed, your eyebrows flying up and you you got all excited.

He hid his head in embarrassment. "Yup baby Shawn," he replied

It was satisfying to see all these pictures, because according to you Shawn looked cute in all of them and when you said that he just wished you two met earlier so teenage Shawn wouldn’t feel so insecure about himself.

“And lastly, the one when I looked the hottest.” He said cockily

“Yeah, yeah you did.” You said while rolling your eyes

The last picture was your wedding picture with both families and he did looked so hot wearing a tuxedo.

“I think I seriously looked hot but the best part of that day was because you officially became my wife.” He said while taking your hand and began kissing your knuckles.

“I love you baby.” You said while moving to straddle him

“I love you too Y/N.” He replied before leaning in to kiss you.

“Wait baby, can we do one more thing now?” Shawn asked

“If it involves me putting on pants, I’m not interested.” You replied

“Lucky for you, it doesn’t. Actually, it’s preferable you won’t wear any.”

“I’m listening.”

“Okay, I really want to make love to you right now. What do you say baby?”

“I say enough talking, let’s get to it.” You replied before pulling him in for a night of slow and passionate, lovemaking.

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ffangirlingsince2001 · 4 years

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Film and Sin

Kinktober: Day 22, Recording

Fred Weasley x Reader

Warnings: smut, language, fluff

You were lounging in the Burrow, book in hand as you tipped over the arm of the sofa. Snow was falling, building up against the window. Dinner was slowly roasting in the oven, filling the house with the scent of warm spices and pork. Everything was all warm and cozy, a perfect Christmas card. It was your Winter holiday, and Fred, your best friend and fuck buddy, had begged that you spend it with him.

And now he had disappeared, leaving you to keep yourself entertained.

Two hours had passed, and no one had come in or out. It was just you, drowning in boredom and cursing Fred for asking you to come if he wasn’t going to even bother spending time with you. You were about ready to take a field trip of your own when he popped inside, jumping over the back of the couch and landing right on top of you.

“Hello, Love,” he managed through his laughter. You tried to hold in your own giggles, vowing to be annoyed with him for just a bit longer.

“Fred,” you replied, eyes returning to your book.

“Aw, don’t be sore, I’ve got something for you.”

“Do you?”

“Indeed,” he said, brandishing a camcorder. You raised an eyebrow.

“Fred, I have a camera, you gave it to me for my birthday last year, remember,” you reminded him, but he only laughed at you, turning so he was straddling your waist. He gently pulled the book from your hand and set it on the coffee table.

“This isn’t for you, not like that anyway.”

“Then what the bloody hell is it for?”

“Filming.” You rolled your eyes again and tried to push him off, but he only leaned closer, kissing you softly.

“Filming what?”

“You, of course.”

“Me?”

“What else would I want to film? Ron snoring?” he laughed, burying his face in your neck, “C’mon it’ll be fun.”

“Fine, but if you’re brothers ever see it I will kill you.”

“Yes,” he yelled into empty living room before taking your hand and dragging you towards his bedroom, “Listen, George will be gone until dinner, I made him swear.”

“How did you know I was going to say yes?”

“Because you adore the thrill, love.” You laughed as he locked the door, eyeing you with the hungry gaze you had grown to love. He pushed you against the bed and you flopped against the sheets. They were warm and familiar, the same sheets you had snuck into last night after pretending to fall asleep in Ginny’s room.

He flipped open the camcorder, holding it up to his eye as he stepped closer. He was right, you loved the thrill. The camera he had bought for your birthday had a lot of pictures you would die if anyone else saw. That didn’t stop you from taking them, or at least letting him take them of you.

“Say hi to the camera, love.” With a smirk, you waved your fingers at the lens before reaching towards the hem of your sweater and yanking it over your head. He watched you closely, eyes flickering between the lens and your eyes. He noted the lace you had surprised him with a couple weeks ago with a twitch beneath the fabric of his pants.

“Excited?”

“I do love you in red.”

“Is that all?”

“And in my room, and in my bed, and mostly certainly in my arms,” he whispered drawing nearer. He kissed you hard and fast, snaking an arm around your back. You took the camcorder from his hands and turned it on him, scooting up further into the comfort of the sheets.

“Give us a show,” you laughed, and he stood on his knees as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it at your face before he leapt closer. The camera knocked him in the forehead, and he laughed before taking it from you, setting it on the dresser.

“Come here.” He crawled forward, kissing you, hand slipping beneath the lace as he squeezed your breast. “The film is gonna burn with how much sin we’re going to put on it.” You laughed, pulling him close. He lifted your legs around his waist, slipping your jeans down your legs and tossing them onto the floor beside his shirt.

“Is that a promise?”

“Most certainly.” You let out a girlish scream as he nosedived into the valley between your breasts, teeth nipping at your skin, fingers pulling at the lace until it joined the rest of your clothes on the floor. He pressed sloppy kisses down your abdomen, teeth finding the waistband of more lace. You gasped as he dragged it down your legs and then returned to your core, tongue dipping into your wet folds.

“Holy fuck,” you whispered, voice shaking as you did your best to stay quiet, worried that Molly had returned to finish dinner.

“You like that?” The vibration of his voice sent another role of pleasure through your body.

“You fucking know I like that,” you growled, laughing as your instincts sent you scampering away from his ravenous tongue. He grabbed your waist, pulling you back into his mouth, devouring you while you did your best to control your moans of pleasure.

Your legs tensed and you pulled a blanket over your mouth as you screamed, the orgasm blurring your vision. His tongue teased you the whole way through, easing you through the ecstasy. When you were back to breathing like a normal you pulled him up to your lips.

“How was that, love?”

“Fucking flawless, but if you don’t get your prick inside of me right now, I swear to god I’m going to go Percy.” He growled and before either of you knew it his pants were off and he was pushing inside of you.

“Think Percy can do that?”

“Can we not talk about Percy while you’re inside of me?” you asked with a laugh and he quirked an eyebrow.

“You started it,” he mumbled kissing you slowly, teeth tugging at your lower lip. His hips pushed forward, filling you to the brim and then pulling out until you were gasping to be filled again. You dug your fingers into his shoulder blades, pulling him closer until every inch of your bodies were pressed together.

“Fuck, fuck me, Fred,” you gasped as he sucked against your neck. Your back arched you into him, allowing his arms to slip underneath you and pull you into his lap. You rode him through the pleasure, tightening your core until it broke and you came together, riding through it like true partners in crime. He collapsed on top of you, pressing one more kiss to your lips before rolling to the bed beside you.

Thirty minutes later when George walked in you were cuddled beneath the blankets, watching the tape you had worked so diligently on half an hour before, loud moans filling the room.

“Jesus you two, get a room.”

“We did, George you’ve got to see this.”

“Fred Weasley, you are not showing that to anyone.”

“Oh, c’mon love, I look fucking amazing,” he argued, and you rolled your eyes. “You do too of course, but man.”

“Boys and their egos,” you laughed before climbing out of bed, laughing harder when George averted his eyes as you pulled on your sweater. “George if you watch that I’ll kill you,” you called, winking at Fred as you flounced down the stairs. Halfway down the stairs you stopped and returned to the doorway. “Don’t throw away that camera, we’re gonna film you a Christmas present.”

You laughed as he howled with delight and George ran out of the room after you, muttering something about horny teenagers, only making you laugh harder. It was gonna be one hell of a Christmas present.

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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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uhm if you still need and want a benny boi request: hiking with him and soft sex by the fireplace to warm up 🥺 or in the tent bc it's probably pretty cold ngl

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God you bitches get me. These prompts are wonderful and came in about 30 seconds apart lmao so i hope you like what I did with them!

warnings: smut but its like super somft and fluffy, also a lil bit of arguing

Blurb Advent: Day 16

The trip wasn’t exactly what you’d imagined it would be. Initially you’d been planning to get away during Summer, maybe head to the beach for a couple of weeks, spend your time relaxing in the sun, hitting the waves. But the timing never quite worked out and the whole idea of going away was put on hold until it had cooled down again. And of course, once it became clear the trip would be in winter, you had to stop thinking of the beach and find somewhere new to go. Luckily (you supposed) a family friend of Ben’s had a cabin in the woods that he was happy to let you use. You weren’t quite as thrilled with it as you would have been a little beach side cottage, but you really just wanted some time for you and Ben without other distractions and he wanted to get out of the city. And neither of you wanted to wait another six months for the break. So the arrangements were made and early on a Friday morning you grumbled your way out of bed and into the warmest clothes you owned, packing everything into the car, ready to head off on your holiday.

The cabin was cute, surrounded by tall trees and the promise of picturesque views. A generator had been installed a few years previous to allow access to electricity and there was a large rain tank to collect water for all the plumbing systems. You had been warned that in dryer weather you may need to seek out the nearby well to collect water for drinking and cooking. There’d been a lot of rain in the previous month so you didn’t think you’d need to worry about it but, all the same, you kept it in mind, adding a few metal water bottles to your essential supplies (which included things like food, the makings of tea and coffee, toothpaste and condoms). On top of the essentials you also made sure to pack Ben’s guitar and your travel paint set in the hopes that the seclusion and nature would inspire you both.

The first day was mostly spent getting there and unpacking. When you arrived, you had to carry all your gear up a short incline that the car couldn’t access but it was worth it when you saw the scene. It was gorgeous, the surrounding woods a little damp with fresh rainfall, the cabin looking cozy and warm and perfect for a romantic getaway. You spent the morning putting food in the fridge and poking around the cabin, getting the doors and windows open to let in some air and natural light. In the afternoon you checked out the store of firewood and decided to collect some more so that it would have time to dry out under cover before you needed it. Together, bundled up in warm coats and gloves, you walked around the immediate area, collecting any logs that looked large enough as well as smaller sticks for kindling. In the evening you made dinner together and settled in for a night on the couch, wrapped in as many blankets as you could get your hands on. Things had been so busy lately you almost didn’t know what to do with yourself now that you were taking a break from it all. But the chaos you’d been living in had meant you didn’t get much of a chance to talk to Ben properly so that was what you did. Snuggled up on the couch and talked, finally able to just be together.

The next day Ben suggested you check out the surrounding area, follow the hiking trail up the hill and see what was out there. There were practical reasons like finding the well just in case you did need it, but mostly it was just for fun. You each filled a backpack with a water bottle and some food as well as a grabbing a small first aid kit, some bug spray to combat the mosquitos you’d noticed the night before, and your paints. Ben slung his guitar over his back and you set off. The walk itself was fine though there were a few steep places on the trail. Ben used them as an excuse to hold your hand, getting a few steps higher and then offering his to help you follow. It was silly but cute and you found yourself giggling whenever he did it. It was quiet too, which was nice. You didn’t meet any other people on the trail but that meant you could stop and point out creatures that crossed your path or pause to take photos of interesting plants and pretty views you might like to paint later.

At the top of the hill was a little lookout area with a park bench. Since you seemed to have it to yourself you unpacked your bags and ate lunch looking out over the tops of the trees below. As you ate you pulled out your sketchbook and started to draw things you could see, going over some with paints and leaving others as just the outline. Ben pulled out his guitar and found a small spot to lean against a tree and play softly, his eyes closed as he plucked at the strings. It was tranquil and peaceful and perfect. Or nearly perfect. You hadn’t noticed it as much while you were walking but now that you were standing still you realised just how freezing cold it was. For a while you tried to ignore it but eventually you had to speak up.

“Benny? Are you getting cold? My fingers are starting to freeze, maybe we should think about heading back?”

Ben dropped into the seat beside you and grabbed your hands in his, “I’ll warm them up for you.”

“That’s cute,” you smiled, not mentioning how unhelpful of a suggestion it was, “But I’m serious. The walk up here took a while anyway, might be best to start heading back down now, before it starts getting dark and even colder. Plus I don’t like the look of those clouds,” you pointed to a dark patch of sky off in the distance.

Ben eyed the rainclouds and thought for a moment, “Alright, you make a good point. Let’s pack up.”

As quickly as you could you packed everything back into your bags and began to make your way back down the slope. Walking did help warm you up again though you couldn’t help but mention your need to defrost in front of the fire. And your discomfort only got worse as the rain began. The trees protected you a little but not enough and before long your teeth were chattering and your toes felt numb. Ben was just as unhappy, his hair dripping onto his face as he snapped at you to hurry up. He got particularly cranky when you paused to take a photo of the pretty haze the rain had thrown over one of the scenes you’d photographed on your way up, the roof of your cabin just visible through the trees.

“All your fucking complaining and now you want to stop to take pictures? Jesus Christ.”

“Hey, if it wasn’t for me you’d still be sitting up at the fucking lookout twiddling your thumbs.”

“You’re so fucking full of it. And slow! Could you walk a little faster please!” Ben tried to grab your hand and pull you along but you shook him off.

“It’s not my fault my feet feel like ice blocks. I didn’t even want to come out to this stupid cabin.”

“You’re the one who was practically begging for me to take you somewhere.”

“Yeah but not a fucking cabin in the middle of nowhere. This is the start of a horror film Ben. You brought me to a horror film.”

“Y’know this isn’t exactly what I wanted either. I was hoping for something a little more romantic, a little less bitching.”

“Well I think you’ve put paid to that.” You spat back, dropping your eyes to your feet so you could watch the terrain you were walking over, not wanting to slip in case Ben decided to walk ahead.

You were surprised when Ben held his hand out to you, offering his help to get down a particularly uneven patch of the path, but you took it all the same.

“Sorry,” he said softly, keeping his hand tight around yours, “I know this isn’t ideal.”

“It was lovely up until the rain,” you shrugged, “Sorry I stopped before, and that I’ve been winging so much,”

“Hey, you’re allowed to winge, especially when your idiot boyfriend gets you stuck freezing to death in the middle of nowhere,” he squeezed your hand reassuringly, “but maybe he can make it up to you when you get back to the cabin?”

“How?”

“I’m thinking we get the fire going and sit as close to it as we can until we’re warm. I can make us some hot chocolate and then maybe we whip up a curry for dinner? Something really hot.”

You chucked and nodded, “Sounds good. Can I make one request?” “What is it?” “Can we cuddle? While we’re in front of the fire?”

“The cuddling was implied. It’s the most romantic thing I can think of so of course we’re cuddling.”

“You’re not an idiot Ben. And walking in the rain is kind of romantic, especially when there’s a fire to go back to.”

Ben pulled your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it as you walked.

By the time you got back to the cabin you were damp through, though your shoes felt completely soaked. Ben was true to his word though, peeling off his jacket and bending over the fireplace as he told you to go and get changed. You dug out clean, dry clothes, throwing Ben’s hoodie over the top. You grabbed all the blankets you could and came out to a fire coming to life as Ben hurried off to change. While he was gone you dropped the blankets on the floor, a little back from the fireplace, creating a sort of nest for the two of you.

“You stole my hoodie,” Ben pouted.

“Can’t blame me, it’s so warm and soft and I look cute in it,”

He chucked as he took his place beside you, wrapping his arms around you, “all of that is very true.”

For a while you just sat together, letting the feeling come back to your fingers and toes. Ben asked to see the photos you’d taken, pointing out scenery he thought would make nice artwork, and especially anything you could hang on the walls at home.

“I hope your sketchbook didn’t get too wet”

“I don’t think the rain got into the bags too much. What about your guitar?”

“It should be fine, it’s been in worse weather. Sorry I was short with you before,” he said quietly, his nose bumping your cheek.

You turned your head towards him, “It’s alright. I’m sorry too.”

He kissed you softly, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.

You sighed against his lips and shifted to better face him, discouraging him from moving away.

Ben kissed you slowly and deeply, as if he intended to just keep kissing you all night. But gradually his hands began to wander too, fingertips lightly tracing patterns over your sides as they slipped further down. You hummed at the touch, mirroring him, trailing your fingers down his chest and stomach. Slowly, he inched the hem of the hoodie higher until he could pull it over your head. You didn’t mind, plenty warm from the fire and Ben’s embrace.

“This okay?” Ben asked between small kisses along the corner of your mouth, his fingers already tugging at your shirt.

“Mmhmm, very,”

He nodded and lifted your shirt over your head, keeping his arms up so you could do the same to him.

He didn’t rush, leisurely following the line of your throat with his lips, humming in response to your whimpers and mewls. You were already wet when he wriggled his hand under the band of your leggings, exacerbating your arousal as he stroked along your slit.

Once he had your pants off he rolled you onto your front, making sure you were comfortable amongst all the blankets, the heat of the fire washing over you. Gently, he hooking his fingers into the top of your underwear, pulling them down your legs, leaving soft kisses on your lower back and arse and thighs.

“Give me two seconds, babe,” he whispered, tugging his own pants off and leaning over to grab one of your backpacks.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, looking over your shoulder at the noise.

“Might have thrown a couple of condoms in here, just in case.”

“In case? In case of what?”

“I don’t know. In case the view made you super horny or we wandered into a fairy ring and ended up kidnapped by pervert fairies. Just, y’know, in case.”

“You’re so stupid,” you laughed, tapping him with your foot as you lay down again, your arms folded under your head.

“I was just preparing for any eventuality.”

“Mmm well, you might want to hurry up and prepare or else I’m gonna fall asleep here. It’s very comfortable,”

“Don’t do that, hang on,” You heard Ben tear at the wrapper and then swear and then tear it again as you laughed into your arms.

“Alright, ready. You still awake,”

“Surprisingly, yes,”

“Good,” his voice was close to your ear as he lay over you, cocooning you in his warmth as he entered you from behind.

You moaned into your arm as he slowly rocked into you, his chest against your back as he braced himself on arms either side of you. There wasn’t much scope for anything fast or hard but it was intimate, his cock pressed against your g-spot so that every slight shift of his hips sent a jolt of pleasure through you.

Ben kissed your shoulder and left his lips there as he mumbled, “feel good?”

“Mmhmm, fucking incredible,”

“Mmm, you feel incredible too.”

You pushed your self up and looked around for Ben. Within seconds he was kissing you again, tongue dragging over your lips as another jolt shot though you and you gasped.

For a while you stayed like that, your movements lazy and slow. But it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge, even with Ben groaning in your ear or sucking at your pulse point.

“I need more Ben,”

“Alright, babe, if I pull out are you good to roll over?”

You nodded, catching him in another kiss to show your appreciation.

Once you were on your back, leaning on your forearms, Ben adjusted his position, his legs falling between yours as he lined himself up once more. He wasn’t much deeper but the angle was different and you felt Ben hit a spot he hadn’t reached before as he leaned over you and attached his lips to your neck again.

“Fuck, Ben,” The fire was still burning, heating your opposite side as you threw your arm around Ben, digging your nails into his back as he gave an experimental thrust.

“This better?” “Yeah. You make me feel so good,”

Ben smiled and lay you back further, so he didn’t have to hold himself up with his arms, instead allowing him to slide one hand between you to softly play with your clit.

You grasped at his back as his hips snapped against yours harder, his fingers constantly rubbing at your clit.

“C’mon, babe, you’re close aren’t you.”

You nodded again, feeling as if you’d lost the ability to form words as your back arched. Everything was warm and comfortable – the fire and the blankets and Ben’s low voice, mumbling encouragement between kisses – and before you fully comprehended it was happening, your orgasm washed over you, pulling Ben’s name from your throat. He mirrored you a few seconds later, groaning your name as he stilled, his forehead falling to meet yours.

Carefully he rolled off you and you shuffled around to lean your head on his chest, still mostly tucked up in your blanket nest.

It was quiet for a moment as you both settled, your breathing falling into sync as you watched the fire and listened to the rain that had only gotten heavier while you were wrapped up in each other.

Suddenly Ben spoke, his tone more than a little braggy, “How’s that for romantic.”

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cas-rivaille · 3 years

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Heyyyyyyy I’d like to request a matchup if that’s okay 👌

I’m Aspen it’s nice to meet you- I go by they/them pronouns but I really want to switch to they/he but my anxiety has been stopping me. I’m a Sagittarius and an INFP 4w3 (yes, I know I’m so sorry 🤕) and I also have ADHD and possibly autism.

I absolutely adore anything creative, I like to draw & write but I really wanna get back into acting, as the pandemic kinda fucked that up. Music. I LOVE music with a passion. I’ve always wanted to learn bass guitar but the cost of one has always shut that down. When I was a kid I’d preform solos at Christmas concerts, and I did choir for a short amount of time. Sadly dysphoria messed me up singing wise but I’d love to get back into it if I ever get to go on testosterone. So I’m hoping I can get back into music & acting this year

I make an obscene amount of sex jokes, like at this point there should be a counter cause I make ATLEAST 30 a day. The funniest part is that I’m on the ace spectrum. (I’m panromantic and a sex positive gray-ace, let’s go gamers 🦾) I’m a massive fucking fruitcup, like im as straight at a wet spaghetti noodle and it really shows in my personality. I’m very flamboyant.

I’m extremely hyperactive and social when I’m not around my family, and I’m always up to talk to someone as long as they respect my boundaries (heck I’ve had a history of being too much and scaring others away, it was kinda depressing). Even though I love to talk to people I have a bad habit of stumbling and stuttering when I get excited, so people tend to mistake that for me being shy or awkward.

I have wicked bad dysphoria and self confidence issues, but I try not to show it so I say, fake it till you make it 🦾 I also fidget ALOT in public and that I’m not ashamed of. Im trying to find a chewy fidget toy so I don’t constantly bite my hand in public 🤕

Sorry this is all over the place but quick description of myself I guess. I’m built like a twink, at the “tall” height of 5’2 or 157 cm. I have fluffy/curly hair that was originally brown, but I dyed to black after a good old fashion mental breakdown. I have blue eyes and glasses, and most typically you’ll find me in a grunge or emo aethsetic. Although I can’t stick to one for more then a month so I tend to find ways to reuse my clothes and change my aesthetic 🦾

Im so sorry this is all over the place, I just got home from work and I’m wicked tired- thank u for reading and have a good day or night 🦾🦾

AHHH OMG THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I GOTCHU BESTIE (the way i related to half of this so much help) REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OKAY AND ITS VERY NICE TO MEET YOU TOO okay lemme tell you my first thought and then i started building on that..

i match you with... *badabadaba drum roll pls* SATAN

okay so one, he would love your username (so do i LMAO). with the amount of reading satan does, i totally hc that he reads romance and drama and stuff like shakespeare so he would TOTALLY BE A SIMP FOR YOU AND YOUR ACTING BBY. he'd love your musical side to the MAX. i'm talking like will literally go to your room (would buy you a guitar) bring said guitar, and ask you to play something for him. we all know he's a needy cat bby.

(i'm totally gonna be all over the place w this request sorry).

HE LOVES YOUR HEIGHT THO LIKE JAHSHSJS THATS A WHOLE FOOT DIFFERENCE. love your style and would so be down to dye your hair whenever. let's be honest you'd need to help him with his style which ends up with you two looking like the ULTIMATE POWER COUPLE

you guys would be so c u t e i cant this man would literally do anything for you- i feel like a big chunk of the reason being your personalities mesh so well ?? i have the same personality type as satan and i have a t o n of infp people i get along with and i feel like it would be the same w him and you. he would v much appreciate your social aspect because he doesn't like people lmao. and he would find your stuttering SO CUTE AHH. all the sex jokes you make would fluster THE SHIT out of him. he would hide his blushing face in a book as you sit there with a smug look on your face LOL.

bby would totally help you with your self confidence and you two would grow together (bc we all know he's trying so hard to work on himself too we love that) and you guys would cuddle for emotional support i feel like.

totally would get you fidget stuff and is supportive of you 100%

he would also leave you love letters/notes and give you books with annotations of things that remind him of you

expect for cat boy to be completely and hopelessly in love with you and you two would match so WELL AJSJJS

(i had to throw this in but)

STUDY DATES AND COZY NIGHTS IN WINTER GRUNGE AESTHETIC VIBE AHH

pls let him try on your glasses

overall yall are SO CUTE

SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO MUCH TO READ IK HOW ADHD CAN BE I HAVE IT TOO BESTIE AND IF YOU EVER WANNA TALK ABT ANYTHING DONT BE SHY TO DM ME AND WE CAN TALK ILY BBY THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST I HOPE YOU LIKED IT

-cas :)

#obey me hc #obey me matchups #obey me satan #satan #omswd satan #ILY BBY #THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST #obey me shall we date #mars on earth

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quirkswriting · 3 years

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whipped cream cats and christmas magic

Overview: Life has been hard this past holiday season, so your local Rescue Hero (sidekick) Uravity decides to take Christmas Eve into her own hands (Pro Hero AU). Pairing: Uraraka Ochaco x GN!Reacher Wordcount: 2.6k Warning(s): Tons and tons of fluff Author’s Notes: MERRY CHRISTMAS MADDOX!!! From your friendly neighbourhood Secret Santa! I was so so so happy that I got you for Secret Santa this year, and I really really hope you like this!! Ily a lot and you’re such an amazing friend, I hope you love it!!!

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Working retail during the holidays was a nightmare. You knew this, you really did, but honestly you didn’t expect it to be as bad as it is this year.

All through December more and more people were coming through your store as the days passed. You couldn’t blame them, really--you know you worked in a cool store with a lot of really cool pop culture and fandom items, and you were usually pretty good with helping well-meaning parents and grandparents, and the kids who wanted to get small trinkets for their friends. And you may have even gotten some very cute things there yourself while doing your own holiday shopping when you weren’t busy dealing with customers left, right, and centre. But you do love your job! You swear you do! But by the time your shifts finished, after helping people find gifts and dealing with the nice and not-so-nice customers all day, you never had much energy left by the time you got home. Even with Christmas fast approaching, all you wanted was some peace and quiet. You barely had time for your girlfriend Ochaco, which was something you did feel bad about, let alone time to go out and do a lot of the Christmas things the city had to offer. There was a cute Christmas market downtown, and the wonderful lights display in the local park that was always nice to see every year (among other things) and while the two of you had talked about going to see those things together, it just never ended up happening. But you knew she was understanding about the whole thing because really, how many date nights or lazy days in together had to be rainchecked because of hero emergencies popping up? Enough that the two of you really enjoyed the time you had together, whether it was five hours or five minutes.

The two of you had been living together for a few months now after dating for just over a year, and you’d settled into a comfortable routine. You worked your job in the mall while she worked as a Sidekick (but things were looking good in regards to joining a Rescue Hero Agency as a full-time hero!), and though your hours didn’t always line up exactly the way you wanted, the two of you were living a very nice, cozy life.

The two of you had been to one Christmas party together so far this year--your friends had thrown one way back at the beginning of the month, and you and Ochaco had plenty of fun looking cute and hanging out with your friends at a nice little party. Some of her old classmates from when she had been at UA had a little get-together too, but you hadn’t been able to take time off work to be able to go with her. She’d sent you plenty of pictures, and Iida and Deku had promised to throw a New Year’s party that you were definitely looking forward to. You wanted to see the fabled ‘Drunk Bakugou’ who enjoyed cuddling everyone in sight.

Thankfully, come Christmas Eve, all stores closed early across the city. You’d been looking forward to that for weeks. It felt so nice to be able to close up shop and bid your co-workers a cheerful, “Merry Christmas!” before you all went your separate ways. You’d see them on Boxing Day, bright and early, but until then you were planning on relaxing for the next day and half. Sleep sounded like a very good idea. So you drove home and made your way from your car up to your apartment, bundled up tight against the bitter chill in the air and the thick snow that was falling from the sky.

As soon as you’d unlocked the door and stepped inside, you could see Ochaco’s boots sitting by the front door. You slipped your own off, calling out an, “I’m home!” before hanging up your coat and keys and making your way from the front hall and into the living room.

“Welcome home!” Ochaco said, a big smile stretching out her round cheeks. She was sitting on the couch, legs tucked up underneath her body as she watched TV. You came over to sit beside her on the couch, pressing a kiss to her cheek and grabbing one of the blankets off the back of the couch to wrap around yourself to get nice and cozy after being out in the cold. One of Ochaco’s hands came up to rest on your shoulder and start to draw lazy patterns on your sweater. “Long day?”

“Long month,” you said. “It was so nice to close at noon today. It finally feels like I can breathe.”

The two of you settled together on the couch, with you telling her stories about customer interactions you’d had that day, and her peppering in little anecdotes about her recent work at Pro Hero Ryukyu’s agency.

“You’re seeing your family tomorrow, right (Y/N)?” Ochaco asked, and you voiced the affirmative. You were spending Christmas Day with your family this year (like you normally did), while Ochaco went to visit her parents. And then the two of you were meeting up to have a nice little birthday celebration for her on the 27th. There may or may not be a surprise party involved. It was going to be fun. “Did you have any plans for tonight?”

“The only plan I have is to take the most amazing nap I’ve ever had,” you said, wrapping the blanket closer around yourself. Her giggle, soft and having just a little bit of a snort mixed in, caused you to smile as well. “Why?”

Ochaco’s cheeks started to flush a light pink, but she shrugged. “Just wondering! I was thinking maybe we could spend some time together,” she said.

“Sure! Do you wanna watch Haikyuu and order food in?” you asked, and she nodded. You’d already seen all of the episodes out so far, but you’d gotten her hooked on it a few weeks back and the two of you were slowly making your way through the seasons together. Currently you were halfway through season 2, and you couldn’t wait to see her reaction to the matches once Karasuno had finished the summer training camp.

“We can see what we feel like when you wake up from your nap!” she said, and you nodded. After a few more moments, you got up from the couch and went to the bedroom so that you could close all the curtains and take a nice, much needed nap in the darkness.

***

True to your word, you had such a good nap. You even woke up feeling refreshed, which was a very nice change from most naps that just left a groggy, soup-y feeling after waking up. It had to be a Christmas gift from whoever was watching over you. Bundled up in your favourite sweater, you left your bedroom and made your way to the kitchen for a nice glass of water. Your girlfriend was already in there looking at something on her phone as she sat at the small kitchen table in the corner. She did look up, though, when you walked in, and smiled.

“Hey (Y/N)! You look like you slept well!” You nodded.

“Yeah, best nap I’ve had in ages,” you told her, getting a glass from the cupboard above the sink and fetching the water pitcher from the fridge. Once you’d finished pouring the water and putting the pitcher back, you took a nice long drink and set your glass on the counter. You looked at Ochaco, noticing her wearing her favourite pink and white winter coat with the soft white knit hat you’d given her last year for her birthday and the cute frog themed scarf from Tsuyu. “Did you just come back from somewhere?”

“No, actually I’ve got an errand I need to run before we sit down and watch Haikyuu. I have to go pick something up and it would be really nice to have some help. Please?” In the cold? After you’d already been out earlier? You were very sorely tempted to say no, but one look at your girlfriend’s puppy dog eyes had you sighing.

“Fine, but I get to choose dinner then,” you told her. You moved your glass from the counter to the sink as she let out a little cheer. You then went to go gather your things and get dressed for the cold weather outside while Ochaco grabbed her bag from off the table and followed you into the front hall. After you were sufficiently bundled up, you left the apartment and locked the door behind you. It was still snowing when the two of you left the apartment building, and you were quick to get to where your car was parked and buckle up inside.

Once the car had warmed up sufficiently, you shifted the car into gear and pulled out of the parking lot in the apartment complex the two of you lived in. Ochaco sat in the passenger seat and connected her phone to the AUX cord. Within a few minutes the car was filled with Christmas music while the two of you drove through the city. She was quick to point out all the decorations set up in front of different houses and in different shop windows. It was so peaceful and beautiful, with very few cars on the streets. That allowed you to drive a little slower than normal so that the two of you could really admire all the twinkling lights amid the snowfall outside the car. You weren’t quite sure how long that went on for, but you followed the random directions that Ochaco would give you as you made your way through the city.

As you got closer to the downtown area of the city, you recognized where you were going. You pulled into the parking lot that Ochaco indicated, which belonged to a small cafe that was sitting just outside the entrance to the park. It was one of your favourite date spots, even though the brunette was known to grumble about how expensive things were there, and it had the added bonus of overlooking the prettiest park in the city. You did as Ochaco instructed, seeing the lights hanging from all the trees in the park as you pulled into a spot and placed the car in park.

“An errand, huh?” You gestured towards the cafe and the park, and she clasped her hands together in front of her chest and smiled at you.

“Surprise! It’s not really an errand, but I wanted us to do something fun together tonight,” she told you. “And what’s more fun than spending time together in the park looking at all the lights?” Which, okay, you did have to admit that she was right, but she could have just told you that. But it was a nice surprise.

Ochaco smiled at you and reached back behind her to grab her bag out of the backseat, and then she proceeded to take a thermos out of her bag, holding it out to you. “I brought our own hot chocolate to keep us warm while we’re walking, too.” Which was fantastically sweet of her, and definitely something she did regularly, but you couldn’t help but look at the cafe you were parked beside. They had the most amazing holiday hot chocolate and you had thought that the two of you would be getting some of that. As if she knew exactly what you were thinking--which she most likely did, because for someone with a gravity quirk she was scary good at reading people--she shook the thermos at you. “C’mon! Do you really want to pay $6 for a small hot chocolate from some overpriced cafe and waste your money, or would you rather have a whole huge thermos of hot chocolate made with love?”

You made a show of sighing and looking longingly at the cafe, but there was a smile on your face. “But they can make a cat out of whipped cream and candy cane pieces.”

Ochaco was not impressed. She pressed the thermos into your hands as she unbuckled her belt. “I will literally get Sato to make like ten of those for you. And he can teach us how to make them! Wouldn’t that be cute? We can save money and make it a date.” You shook your head, laughing just a little as you unbuckled your own belt and got out of the car. You locked it once the two of you had gotten out, and you held out the hand not holding the thermos to take hers as you entered the park together.

The two of you walked together through the snow, admiring the soft lights set up on the trees. There were all different colours, from the traditional Christmas multicoloured and white lights, to blues and purples and greens all twisted through the leafless branches. It felt almost magical, being out together in the dark evening among the trees in the softly falling snow. It was cold, really cold, but the hot chocolate did help. And just being with Ochaco was enough to keep you warmer than you would have been on your own.

The two of you didn’t really see many other people walking around, which was fine by you. You got to walk hand in hand with the brunette hero, talking about anything and everything and nothing at all as you made your way along the path through the park. Really, this was a much better Christmas Eve than you had imagined it would be.

The two of you made it to a small clearing near the middle of the park, off of the pathway that you’d been walking on, and Ochaco gently tugged you along with her to stand in the centre of the clearing. You could tell she was up to something because she was very obvious, but you let it happen.

“Close your eyes!” she said once the two of you had come to a stop, and you obliged. You could hear her boots crunching in the snow as she ran around doing… something. You couldn’t really imagine what it would be, but you dutifully kept your eyes closed anyway. It took a few moments, as you rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet, before you could feel her gloved hands grab your own and hold them. You could hear her soft giggle from close to your face, and you couldn’t help the smile spreading across your face.

“Okay… open your eyes,” she said, her voice breathy and soft. You slowly opened them, and that’s when you saw what she’d been doing. A gasp left your lips as your mouth hung open. All around you, bobbing lightly in the air, were clear balls filled with what looked like softly glowing golden fairy lights. You looked around, seeing them circling you, and those lights reflecting on the two of you mixed with the lights from the trees was ethereal on that cold winter night. It was your own private little winter wonderland. You loved it. You loved it, and you loved that Ochaco had done that for you. It was simple and sweet and you couldn’t help but love the soft glow it cast across the whole clearing.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N),” Ochaco said, leaning forward to press her lips against your cheek. They were warm against your skin, and you wrapped your arms around her in a tight hug. You said your own, “Merry Christmas,” in return, holding her close as the two of you looked at the lights floating all around you.

There might be parts of the holiday season that you could do without, but this small, magical moment between you and Ochaco was something you’d treasure for many more Christmases to come.

#ILY MADZ #A LOT #bnha #bnha scenarios #bnha fic #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha #mha fic #mha imagines #mha scenarios #uraraka x reader #uraraka ochako #uraraka ochaco x reader #uraraka

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 4 years

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Seungkwan+#4+Hybrid AU? 😏

4. “Honey, when were you going to tell me you’re not wearing anything under my sweater?”

Badger!Seungkwan x Coyote!Female Reader

Word Count: 2018

Contents: hybrid au, slight marking, fingering, unprotected sex, cumming inside

Winter was cold, and it made both you and Seungkwan a little lethargic. You were glad that you’d set up a den in the bedroom at least. It made sleeping much more cozy when you wanted to curl up together.

You yawned and stretched as you checked the time. Seungkwan worked all night and slept all day. You, however, tended to switch. You knew you had been off too many days since it was only nearing dawn, you would have been wide awake still but you were exhausted. You’d been getting up in the afternoon too much and now you were struggling to stay awake for when he got home.

Still, you missed him while he was gone all night. You wanted to see him before you slept but having him on your mind and thinking about him cuddling you to sleep so much wasn’t helping. You wandered around the apartment, turning up the heat a little and then digging through Seungkwan’s closet until you found one of his favourite big sweaters. You pulled off your shirt and kicked off your leggings before donning the extra big jumper, struggling and whining when it got caught on your ears. You were a fierce predator, very capable of dressing yourself.

Though in your sleepy state you sounded more like a pitiful pup with your whining.

You managed to get the sweater on, your tired, fluffy tail dragging on the floor behind you as you made your way around the bedroom, turning on the fairy lights as best you could without falling into the blankets hanging around the room of the pillows piled on top of the mattress on the floor. You wanted the room cozy for Seungkwan, knowing he’d be pretty happy to eat quickly before curling up in bed.

You wound yourself into a ball on the couch, phone in hand, and played games until you heard the door to the apartment creak open.

Your ears twitched towards the door and you looked up with a sleepy smile, watching as Seungkwan locked the door and looked up at you. A grin spread across his face and his tail twitched as his round ears perked up.

“Hey, sleepy,” he chuckled. “Did you miss me?”

You nodded, stretching your arms out towards him. Seungkwan made his way over to you, wrapping you up in a warm hug and helping you up off the couch. You let out a sigh as you pressed your nose against him and breathed in his scent, so much better than the faint one left on his sweater. He squeezed you, pressing a kiss to the side of you face.

“I ate on the way home, so we can go to bed if you want.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him. “That sounds very good.” Seungkwan leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss filled with all the love he’d been holding onto for the night. You let your lips stay on his, kissing him lazily and holding him close, not wanting to move just yet. His ever wandering hands moved down your back and you let out a giggle as he squeezed your ass gently. Your hazy mind didn’t even think about what you were wearing until his hands slipped onto your thighs and then back up, under the sweater.

Your ears picked up the very low groan he let out against your lips, and your nose caught the rush of arousal that surged through him.

“Honey,” he hummed, almost too sweetly when you already knew where his mind was going. “When were you going to tell me you’re not wearing anything under my sweater?”

You giggled, nuzzling in closer to him. “It was cozy.”

“Without pants?” he hummed, squeezed your ass and pulling you a little closer.

“It’s always best with no pants,” you said quietly. Some of your weariness was starting to melt away as the scent of Seungkwan’s arousal filled your nose. You looked at him for a moment, his gaze drifting towards your lips before he brought his you yours in another kiss, less lazy and more heated than before.

You chuckled a little into kisses as he walked you backwards through the apartment. The two of you stumbled onto the mattress, Seungkwan falling on top of you, trying to keep up his sloppy kisses. He wedged himself comfortably between your legs, his fingers slowly pushing the sweater up over your hips.

You let your head fall back onto the pillows, your tail wagging lazily against the sheets. Seungkwan’s hands wandered up your sides, exploring your body as his lips moved to your neck. A small sigh left your lips as he kissed down, finally sucking on a spot at the base of your neck. Seungkwan’s hands moved under the small of your back, pulling you against him and grinding his hips down into yours.

You let out a small whimper and another sigh before your mouth fell open into a yawn. You felt Seungkwan’s lips part from your neck and when you opened your eyes he was staring down at you, his ears twitching, amusement mixed into the lust in his gaze.

“Are you tired?,” his voice was halfway between teasing and sincerity. You nodded with a pout that he pressed a kiss to.

“I’m still getting worked up,” you whined softly, pressing your hips up against him.

He pressed another kiss to your lips. “Then let me handle it.”

You grinned as you leaned up a little to meet him in another kiss. The kisses grew heated again quickly. Seungkwan moved over your thigh, pressing his hard length against you and grinding down slowly as his hand trailed down between your legs. He slipped his fingers into your panties and you gasped, your tail batting against the bed, as he teased your clit slowly.

You pressed your hips up against him, both of your kisses becoming sloppy as you moaned. Seungkwan’s fingers dragged lower, through your folds and teasing your entrance impatiently. Despite your fatigue and Seungkwan trying to go slow the two of you were getting too worked up to really wait. You let out a whine as he pressed one finger into you, bucking your hips against his hand.

“You were so sleepy,” he murmured against your lips.

“I can’t help the effect you have on me,” you whined, rolling your hips up into his hand. His finger kept a steady pace, curling into your heat. Tendrils of pleasure curled up your spine from the movement of his finger, drawing whiny moans from your lips. The strong scent of Seungkwan’s arousal in your nose was only working you up faster and the way he was grinding against your thigh wasn’t helping either.

You opened your mouth to whine for more, but a moan spilled from your lips instead as he slipped a second finger into you. You bucked your hips up into his hands, your nails dug into his back and his hips rutted against your thigh harder. Your eyes fluttered shut as his fingers curled into just the right spot inside of you, your thighs trembling from his ministrations.

“You smell so good,” Seungkwan hummed, his lips moving to your neck. His voice was breathy and whiny and his fingers moved faster into you, his movements growing slowly more sloppy. “You always smell so good for me and sound so beautiful.”

Your hips chased the sensation of his fingers messily. Your head was back against the pillows, taking in the pleasure building slowly inside of you and the feeling of Seungkwan’s lips sucking harshly on the skin of your neck. His fingers were impatient as he pressed a third finger into your dripping heat and you moaned out from the stretch.

Your hips bucked harshly into Seungkwan’s hand and he moaned as each movement had your thigh moving against the tight bulge in his pants. His fingers twisted and curled in you as his hips rutted against you roughly. Your thighs trembled as you orgasm approached you quickly and your tail batted against the bed quickly, you ears pinned to your head.

A whine left your lips as Seungkwan pulled his fingers from your heat. Your eyes fluttered open and you watched as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, his eyes rolling back and sliding shut and he groaned at the taste, almost losing himself in it for a moment. You whined loudly, tugging at him and Seungkwan grinned as he finished cleaning them off.

“You’re so impatient now,” he breathed. His tone was meant to be teasing but he was far too filled with lust to really try. Your fingers found the hem of his shirt and you started to tug it over his head. Seungkwan let you pull his shirt off before undoing his pants hurriedly and kicking them off while you pulled off your panties. You started to take off his sweater but he stopped you.

“You look way too good in that to take it off,” his voice was a little strained as he locked his gaze with yours and the lust and desperation in it had you whimpering and pulling him closer. Seungkwan brought his lips to yours as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he ground his cock against your core slowly, drawing whimpers from both of you. You bucked up against him impatiently and he let out a small chuckle as he aligned with your entrance before pushing into you slowly.

Seungkwan moaned against your lips as he rolled his hips into you slowly. Your kisses turned to whines against the other’s lips as his hips moved slowly, both of you savouring the moment of every inch of his cock inside of you, stretching you so well and building pleasure in your core. You dug your nails into his back as his name fell off your lips, urging him to move just a little faster.

His hips found a steady pace as needy moans feel from both of your lips. You felt your thighs trembling as you got closer and closer to your release. Seungkwan’s head moved into the crook of your neck, his moans meeting your ears as his arousal hit your nose. You tightened your legs around him, your ankle brushing past the base of his tail and causing him to buck his hips into you roughly.

Both of you let out strangled moans and pants. Seungkwan stilled for a moment, a whine leaving his lips before he thrust into you hard again. He took up a much faster and rougher pace, sharp nails digging into your sides as he chased his high. You did your best to follow his movements with your own, trying to meet his hips. Bursts of pleasure rushed through your body and your moans mixed with Seungkwan’s in the air, tails whipping and ears pinned down to your heads.

Seungkwan shifted his angle, bracing himself properly against the bed. He thrust and rolled his hips down against yours, a growl rumbling in his chest as he started to rub against your clit with each movement. Your nails clawed at his back and your legs trembled, eyes screwed shut as he started to release, spilling hot cum deep inside you.

You let out a cry of his name as wave after wave of euphoria crashed over you. Your body shook with the force of your release as you took in the feeling of Seungkwan’s cum filling you, his hot breath fanning out across your neck, his growls in your ears.

He stayed there for a moment, panting as both of you came down from your highs. He pulled out of you slowly and as you felt some of his cum start to leak out of you your fatigue started to return. Your breathing slowed and you whined, your ears and tail flicking as he cleaned you up before snuggling with you in your cozy den.

“That was fantastic,” you breathed sleepily.

“You should wear my clothes more often then,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

#blackphoenix65 #prompt game #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt imagines #svt smut #seungkwan #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan #hybrid au #hybrid svt #hybrid reader

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ericsonclan · 3 years

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A Looming Reality

Summary: Violet and Prisha discuss what their options are once winter is over.

Word Count: Over 1000

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Notes: This is chapter 22 of the au.

Start from the beginning of au:

“Violet?” Prisha’s head popped out from the edge of the barn loft. “Do you need a hand?”

“I’ve got it,” Violet grunted from behind a massive pile of quilts. She and Prisha had grown sick of trying to find a private corner in the house or braving the cold outdoors in order to have some alone time together. With no preexisting options they’d decided to make their own space and thus Violet found herself returning to the barn. This time however, she was looking forward to being up in the loft.

Prisha made a tsking sound as she leaned forward and reached out her arms. “Don’t be silly. There’s no way you can climb up here with both of your arms full. Hand me a few,”

“I can do it,” Violet insisted, taking a step onto the first rung of the ladder. She tried to wiggle one of her hands free in order to grab onto the ladder, but only succeeded in causing her blanket pile to tip. In her efforts to correct the leaning tower of blankets, she slipped off the rung and fell to the ground, the blankets scattering to and fro across the barn floor.

“Violet!” Prisha’s tone was worried as she hurried down the ladder and pulled away the blanket covering Violet’s face.

Violet looked away with a sheepish frown. “I’m fine. Nothing hurt but my pride,”

“Pride is a foolish thing anyways,” Prisha replied, beginning to pick some of the blankets off the ground.

“Says the girl who won’t leave her bedroom each morning until she’s brushed and braided her hair just right,”

“Now Violet, how would you know that unless you’ve made a habit of waiting outside my door?” Prisha’s smile was almost cat-like as she looked toward Violet.

Violet could feel her cheeks flushing. “The girls talk you know. That’s all,”

“Mhm,” Prisha’s tone was still teasing but Violet knew if she protested any farther, she’d only be digging herself a bigger hole. Prisha turned round to face her once more with an armful of blankets. “I’ll start with these. We can take multiple trips if need be. There’s no rush,”

“Someone might come looking for us if they need us for some chores,”

“Then we’ll simply hide under the hay together,” Prisha quipped, looking down from the ladder with a coy grin.

Violet hid her face behind her blanket pile, too flustered to think of a reply to that.

It took a few trips after all, but eventually they had brought all the blankets up and formed a sort of nest for themselves in the middle of the hay in the loft. Pulling some of the blankets on top of them, Prisha lay back upon the hay with a satisfied sigh. “It will take a few minutes for our body heat to build up enough under the blankets to truly keep us warm, but now we’re set,” She reached out to take Violet’s hand, gently running her thumb along it. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” Violet lied. In truth she was petrified. Cuddled up under blankets alone with Prisha… Violet’s mind was in overdrive. She didn’t know how Prisha could lay there so comfortably. It reminded her of the night she took Prisha. Violet had been a fumbling nervous wreck while Prisha seemed cool as a cucumber when she asked to be taken. Then again, Prisha had later confided in Violet how frightening the night had truly been for her so perhaps under the surface Prisha was feeling nervous as well. Hesitantly, she gave Prisha’s hand a soft squeeze. Prisha gently squeezed her hand in return.

“So,” Prisha said, turning on her side to face Violet, “Any plans for Christmas? I figure it must be quite the event with so many siblings,”

Prisha was thinking that far ahead? This past month and a half, Violet hadn’t let herself think beyond tomorrow. “Umm, I dunno. Omar always makes a great Christmas meal and we all stuff ourselves senseless. As for presents, I just try to put together whatever shit I can that I think my brothers will like. A drawing for Tenn, a song for Louis, some sorta weird rock for Willy…”

“You can write music?” Prisha’s eyes sparkled in interest.

“Just some basic stuff. Louis taught me. He wanted someone to duet with and he roped me into it,”

“I’d love to hear you sing sometime. You know, I have some background in music myself. I took voice lessons when I was younger,”

“Really?” Violet’s heart fluttered inside her wondering what Prisha’s singing voice was like.

Prisha nodded eagerly. “I’m an alto. Let me guess – you’re a soprano?”

“Yup,” Violet’s throat felt dry. Prisha was so close, her legs touching Violet’s under the blankets.

“Oh, how wonderful! That means there’s a slew of songs we can sing together! To think I didn’t know this about you! There’s still so much for both of us to learn,” Prisha caught Violet looking down at the floor, awkwardly picking straw off her blanket. “Do you not like the idea?”

“What? No, I love it. I just…” Violet’s voice trailed off. Something about Prisha’s mention of Christmas had sent a train of thought going in her mind, one she’d been suppressing for quite some time but now that it had been unleashed she could no longer hold it back. Before she fully realized what was happening, Violet’s lower lip was quivering.

“Violet? Are you alright?” Prisha reached up, cupping her cheek. She felt so warm against the chill of the barn air. Violet leaned into the touch instinctively, feeling a tear roll down her face as she let out a shaky breath.

“It can’t last, can it?”

It only took a moment for Prisha’s eyes to widen in understanding before falling. “Vi…”

“This right here,” Violet said, gripping Prisha’s hand, “Is perfect. But that snow is gonna melt and when it does…” a lump in her throat cut off Violet’s words. She gulped harshly to force it down. “They’re gonna take you away whether you want it or not,”

“I won’t let them,” Prisha declared fiercely. Her grip on Violet’s hand tightened. “I’ll hide, somewhere they can’t find me. I’ll go up to the hunting cabin. That’s miles from here and only your family knows its location. There are supplies up there too and we could build up more to last as long as we need. You can come get me when it’s safe,” Prisha paused, “Or we could stay up there together,”

Violet shook her head. She’d already considered that option. “I couldn’t just leave my family behind like that, not when they’d be at the mercy of the angry citizens of Richmond. Who knows what sort of things they’d threaten to do to Kenny if they couldn’t find you, and Katjaa…” Katjaa had announced her pregnancy to the family the other night. Everyone had been elated for her including Violet, but it did make her even more worried for what would happen when the Richmond families came up to the farm and Katjaa had to face them several months pregnant.

“You can’t risk it,” Prisha said, her tone somber. “I understand. I couldn’t bear if anything happened to your parents and siblings because of me. But I won’t go back either,”

“Prisha-”

“No,” Prisha’s eyes were hard as steel. “I can’t go back. The girl who you spoke to that winter night, she was dying inside. Every real, true part of me was withering away as I followed the path that had been set before me for a life and a future I wanted no part in. I’d never broken from it because I figured that was my lot in life, I could do no better. And then I met you,” Prisha’s voice warmed at those words. “Meeting you and knowing you wanted me , it gave me hope. So I told you to take me and I’ve never looked back. I won’t return to who I used to be,”

She was so beautiful, speaking with such passion and conviction, her eyes burning with an inner fire. Letting her emotions take hold, Violet leaned forward and captured Prisha’s lips in a kiss, one Prisha immediately deepened, her hand sliding to the back of Violet’s neck. That kiss melted into another kiss and then another, both girls becoming lost in each other and the heat of the moment. Eventually however they pulled apart, just far enough for their foreheads to touch, their eyes closed.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Violet murmured, feeling her throat ache with emotion. “I haven’t fought to keep a lot in life – never had much to lose. All I’ve ever had is my family and now you. I don’t know what I can do to stop them from taking you, but I’m not just going to lay down and take it. I’ll protect you,”

“Violet…” Prisha leaned forward, kissing her again. “I’ll protect you too. We’ll figure something out – a plan that will keep everyone safe. Rather than burying our heads in the sand until the day arrives, we’ll prepare for it. Together,”

Violet nodded. She didn’t have a single idea on how they could prevent the worst from happening on that day, but seeing the light of determination in Prisha’s eyes gave her hope as well. The two smiled at each other only for the moment to stretch into awkward silence all to quickly. “So…” Violet cleared her throat, “Are we planning now, or…?”

Prisha looked round at the blankets and hay and warmth that surrounded them in their cozy little nest. “What you said before, about this moment being perfect, let’s not let that be lost. This still is a perfect moment. We simply have to reclaim it,” Her hand slipped down to intertwine with Violet’s once more. “There’s time for plans tomorrow. For now, let’s enjoy what we built,”

Violet could feel a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Leave it to Prisha to change gears so easily. She was right though. They’d put all this work to get to this moment together – might as well enjoy it. Shifting closer, she let her head rest upon Prisha’s shoulder. “I like that thought,”

“So… would you be willing to sing for me?”

“Now?”

“If you’re willing,”

“My throat’s a little sore,”

“Then we can simply talk. That’s fine too. Or perhaps I can sing for you,”

“R-really?” Violet’s eyes grew large at the offer.

“Of course. It would be my pleasure. Now, what to sing…” Prisha’s face scrunched in thought before brightening with inspiration. “I have just the thing,” Clearing her throat, she began.

Come where my love lies dreaming,

Dreaming the happy hours away,

In visions bright redeeming

The fleeting joys of day.

Prisha’s voice was low and warm as she continued, her tone taking on an almost dreamy quality to match the song.

Soft in her slumber;

Thoughts bright and free

Dance through her dreams

Like gushing melody;

Light is her young heart,

Light may it be;

Come where my love lies dreaming.

Violet felt so warm, so happy, so peaceful listening to Prisha sing. They had found their escape from the world here - even if only for a time – and they were happy. Softly, she began to hum along to the tune. The smile on Prisha’s face grew as she heard Violet’s voice joining hers. They continued to sing together, their voices intermingling in the crisp air of winter. And in that one moment, everything was perfect.

#twdg #twdg violet #twdg prisha #twdg privet #fanfic #bless yore beautiful hide au

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captainmarvels · 6 years

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cozy nights

Summary: The holidays + Tom; could there possibly be anything better?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1,014

A/N: Dedicated to my darling Cass, @purelyparker! hope you enjoy, xx | masterlist

The winter holidays were your favorite time of year - the food, the festivities, the love, and the people. Especially the people.

December and January meant Tom would be home for quite a while, which in turn meant you’d finally have him around for longer than a week or two. You and Tessa could not be more excited.

You were tidying up Tom’s place when you noticed your phone screen light up, a ridiculous picture of Sam’s face appearing on the caller ID. You grabbed the device off the coffee table, dropping down onto the couch as you answered the call.

“My favorite Holland brother, what’s up?” Sam chuckled at your greeting, other voices filtering in and out in the background.

“Don’t let Harry know that, Y/N! We’re on our way back now - should be there in the next 15 minutes,” You smiled at the thought of finally seeing Tom, laughing when Tessa jumped onto you the second you started to speak.

“Oh shit, oh yeah, no, we’re ready. He doesn’t know we’re here, right?”

“Nope - hold on, Tom, shut up, would you? You’ll be home soon, loser,”

“He’s already whining?” You giggled at the thought of Tom already bugging his brothers, even when he hadn’t been back for a whole hour.

“When is he not? Alright, we’ll be there soon, Mum! Tom, quit it!” You laughed, slipping in your goodbye before Sam hung up. Tessa licked your chin as you set your phone down on the table, her paws resting on your chest.

“Hey pretty girl, Daddy’s gonna be home soon, yeah? C’mon, let’s finish getting everything ready!”

You stayed hidden in the kitchen, Tessa sound asleep on the sofa across from you. You had just gotten a text from Harry, telling you they were just about to pull into the driveway. You soon heard voices shouting outside, followed by the jangling of keys.

“Bug off, Harrison, you’re the worst!”

“Hey, not my fault somebody can’t keep their mouth shut while sleeping!” You clapped a hand over your mouth, stifling the giggle bound to erupt at the thought of Tom slightly drooling while asleep - poor boy.

“Oi, Spider-Man - where do you want us to put these, since apparently we’re your handmaidens or somethin’?” Harry sounded annoyed, only to burst out laughing.

“Just leave them by the stairs; I wanna call Y/N and see if she wants to come over - she hasn’t answered any of my texts yet.”

“It’s noon, mate. She’s probably still sleeping!” Harrison and Sam rounded the corner of the hall into the living room, signaling for you to come out, Harry and Tom not too far behind.

“That’s rude to say, Haz - we all know you’re the laziest one here!” Sam high-fived you, the pair of you giggling when Harrison glared at you, but your fit of laughter was soon replaced with a loud squeal when you were tackled down onto the couch, barely missing Tessa, who hadn’t yet woken up from all the fuss.

Tom’s face was buried in your neck as you finally settled into the sofa cushions, his arms tightly wrapped around you, while his lips left soft kisses under your ear.

“I missed you, darling.” He whispered gently, his lips finally making their way to your lips before you could greet him.

“Dear God, please get a room! We have children present!”

“Fuck off, Harrison!” You and Tom shouted in unison, causing everyone to laugh as they began to make themselves comfortable. Tom pushed himself off of you, taking your hand in his to help you up. He brought you into his chest, hugging you tightly as he kissed your forehead.

“I missed this,” You whispered into his coat, his chest vibrating with laughter as he pulled away, tipping your chin up so you could meet his gaze.

“I’m all yours now, love.”

After some well overdue catching up over tea and hot chocolate, the boys left, leaving you and Tom to unpack and get him settled for his well-deserved holidays.

Tom was lying back on the couch, Tessa resting on his chest, while you busied yourself with cleaning the mugs from earlier.

“You sure you don’t want me to help? This is my house, after all.”

“Yes, I’m sure - you need to relax, baby.” You smiled at him as you finished drying the last of the mugs, admiring the pink flush tinting his cheeks at the pet name.

“Do you have anything planned for the rest of the day, princess?” At some point, Tom managed to sneak his way over to you, his arms snaking around your waist, pulling you against his chest.

“Nope. Do you?” You quipped back, smiling when Tom chuckled, one of his hands brushing your hair off your shoulder, his lips quickly finding home on your exposed skin.

“You wanna spend some… quality time together, darling?” His words are muffled against your skin, his lips making their way to your neck.

“Depends what you have in mind, Holland.”

“Let’s find out, shall we?”

“Well?”

“You know, I’m amazed you still find ways to surprise me, Thomas.” You felt a gentle smack on the back of your thigh, a smile spreading across your face as you looked up at him.

“That was rude, darling!”

“You’re a big softie, and I love it - how is that rude?”

“That’s not what you said!” Tom groaned, kissing the bridge of your nose as you snuggled in closer, under the mountain of blankets the two of you had procured for your much-needed cuddling session.

“You know I love you, right?” You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I definitely didn’t know that after dating for nearly three years, my good sir.”

“I swear, you’ll be the death of me,” He mutters, playfully rolling his eyes as he pulls you in even closer, your face buried in his chest.

“But you love me anyways, so…” You both giggled, Tom kissing the top of your head as his eyes fluttered shut, your steady breathing him drawing him into sleep.

“That I do, my love. Always.”

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westallenfun · 6 years

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The First Christmas

Westallen Secret Santa gift from @babyish14 for @sophisticatedloserchick

The First Christmas

Note: Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy this fic. I attempted to implement all the elements you wanted to see. I may do a second version of this when I have time. Although, I do have an unrated version I’ll post on my ao3 in a few days (I’ll message it to you) ;D. Anyone is free to read it then! Special thanks to @pornnotcorn, @starplanes, @autistic-alien, @lintastic, and @mathxjunkii for your winter and snow expertise! Thank you to @inksmudge for the edit!

To: @sophisticatedloserchick

From: @babyish14

The sun shone brightly through the window as Barry watched the slumbering form next to him. He had awoken earlier and sped through his shower to return and watch her sleep.

The light partially cast itself on his wife’s face and illuminated the curls of her hair that had slipped through her wrap. His wife. It was something he had dreamed about for years and there were days he couldn’t believe it was their reality. He continued to watch her as she cuddled into the warmth of the blankets and his body. The light growl from his stomach broke his gaze and prompted him to cook breakfast on this Christmas morning. He rose from the bed and his feet lightly tapped across the chilled floor to the kitchenette their cabin provided.

It was the smell of sizzling bacon that woke Iris West-Allen from her well earned slumber. She was surprised, but glad when Barry had them pack and brought them up to this winter retreat as an early Christmas gift. After all the drama of recent weeks, it felt great to get decent amounts of sleep and non-interrupted quality time as a married couple. They planned to spend a few days here and return home on Christmas day.

“Morning, Barry.”

“Morning, Sweetheart. I hope you’re ready for this gourmet breakfast.”

Iris laughed. “From the way it smells, I’m definitely ready.”

As Barry finished cooking their breakfast, Iris began looking through the notifications on her phone.

Dad: Merry Christmas, Baby Girl! See you soon! Love you!

Cecile: Merry Christmas, Iris! I’m excited about your gift lol. Till this afternoon!

Linda: A foot massage after my jogs is what I need! Thank you for the massager! Wishing you and Barry a great first Christmas!

Wally: Can you folks get here so I can open my gifts?

She laughed at the last message. If there’s anything they had in common, it was their impatience for Christmas gifts.

Iris (to Dad): Merry Christmas, Dad! We’ll finish up breakfast and be on our way. Love you! <3

Iris (to Cecile): Merry Christmas to you too Cecile! I’m excited too lol. See you soon!

Iris (to Linda): You’re welcome, girl! And thank you! Have a great Christmas! Can’t wait to see you for New Year’s eve!

Iris (to Wally): Well, Merry Christmas to you too lol. Tell Dad to let you open one gift.

As she placed her phone back on the nightstand, she noticed the flashing red light on the in-room phone. It’s probably just about check-out. She let the message play as she removed the wrap and fingered through her curls.

Good Morning! As expected, we received snow last night and ended up getting about a foot! Due to this, we have been informed that the roads are inaccessible, and cars are to remain off the roads until the plows come in the morning. If you planned on leaving today, your reservation has been automatically extended until tomorrow. The office and dining hall will remain open. Remain safe and contact us if you have any questions. Have a Merry Christmas!

“Well I guess we won’t be heading home,” Barry said as he brought a tray of food over to the bed.

Iris broke off a piece of the French toast. “No, unless we want to leave the car behind,” she stated with a bit of a mischievous look in her eyes.

Barry climbed into the bed, laughing at what she was implying he do. “I don’t fancy super speeding in this much snow in the bitter cold.” He reached for the remote and turned on the TV. “I highly doubt you would enjoy it either.”

Iris giggled. “Nope. I’m good, right here under the blankets…with you.” Barry drew himself closer, kissing her now powdered lips. He licked his own taking in the sweet taste of her mouth. “That’s some good French toast.”

“Uh hm.” Iris pressed her lips back upon his before breaking apart to place a forkful of French toast into his mouth.

They continued to sit there together, eating and feeding each other, while the television played in the background.

Once finished, Iris reached over to the side for her phone. “We should call Dad and let him know what’s going on.” Barry nodded, gulping down the last of the juice in the glass. He picked up the tray and moved it onto the counter.

The familiar ring of FaceTime is heard before Cecile’s face popped onto the screen. “Hi Iris. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Cecile! How are you?”

“I’m great. Your dad is in the kitchen working on dinner. You and Barry heading home?” “Not quite.” Joe came lumbering into the screen. “Not quite? You two done got cozy up there?” Barry laughed. “A bit, Joe. We apparently are snowed-in.” Cecile twisted her lips into a sad expression. “Aww. How long are you guys there for?” “At least until tomorrow morning,” Iris responded. “At least you have each other. Going to miss you two.” “I’m going to miss you too, Dad. We’ve never had a Christmas apart.” Joe gave her a sad smile. Barry looked at the screen, scanning the room for a missing voice. “Where’s Wally?” “He went outside. Wanted to enjoy the snow a bit after he terrorized me about opening a gift.” Joe said, his eyebrows raised at Iris. She laughed. “Sorry about that. You know how excited Christmas makes us.” Joe amusingly shook his head. “Oh, I know. Want me to go and get him?” Iris shook her head no. “It’s fine. Just tell him we say hi.” Cecile smiled. “We will. And we’ll hold off on some gifts until you get here.” Barry laughed. “Sounds like a plan.” Joe spoke. “We’ll let him, and the rest of the team know what’s going on. Love you both.” “Love you,” Barry and Iris said simultaneously. “Bye. Talk to you soon.” “Enjoy your first Christmas,” Cecile responded before ending the call. “We will,” Iris said with a smile as the screen faded to black. Barry looked towards Iris. “That was nice.” He paused rubbing a hand across the back of her head. “Are you sure you’re ok with a Christmas away from your dad?” “Yeah, I am. It’s weird, but I’ve got you.” Barry smiled, and she stretched her arms over her shoulder. “I think I’m going to go and get a shower.” “I’ll clean up while you’re in there.” She nodded and headed to the bathroom closing the door behind.

The speedster set to work in the kitchen cleaning all the pots and dishes they had used this morning and last night.

If you’re still looking for a gift…

It was this blurb from the news that reminded Barry he didn’t have a gift for Iris. The likelihood that she had a gift for him was slim, considering their gifts should have been at home, but ever since they were kids, he always had a gift for her.

He began looking through his backpack in search of something he could turn into a gift. It was spotted in an empty notebook he had yet to use for notes.

Stealing a quick glance at the bathroom door to ensure it was still closed, Barry began to create his gift. He swiftly flipped through the pages, writing and sketching, careful to detail even while using his speed. The shower nozzle turned off as he finished lightly drawing on the notebook’s cover.

Barry flashed to the backpack hiding the notebook in the last zipper. When she set foot out of the bathroom, he sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through the channels on the TV.

“I was thinking we could lay in bed and watch some Christmas movies. This Christmas is on.”

She climbed into bed, wrapping her arms around Barry’s neck. “I’m always here for a little Loretta Devine.”

He laughed. “I know.”

“And don’t forget Idris Elba.”

Barry turned towards her in mock offense. It was Iris’s turn to laugh. “Hey, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He climbed further back into bed, pulling her back with him.

For the next few hours they laid together, watching movies, occasionally being interrupted by a message from a friend or loved one.

It was as they watched Ralphie come down the stairs in a pink bunny outfit, the TV lost power along with the lights in the room.

Iris exhaled. “And now we have no power.”

Barry nodded and ran a hand down her head, entrancing himself with her locks.

“I left some candles in the car. There’s also a flashlight or two.”

Her husband climbed out of bed. “I’ll go and get them.”

As strange as it was being away from their family and friends, Iris had to admit it was nice spending their first Christmas as husband and wife alone. It might have seemed inconvenient, but being snowed-in may have been a blessing in disguise.

Iris followed Barry to the door, putting on her coat and boots. Barry took her scarf off the chair, wrapped it around her neck, and placed a kiss on her cheek.

Before he could put on his own, she took it from his hand, and repeated the same actions he had done moments ago. As the warmth from the kiss spread throughout his body, Barry headed out the door to the car.

Iris followed behind, grabbed her gloves off the table, and watched Barry vibrate the snow off the car. While he grabbed the things left in the trunk, Iris found the portable chargers and placed them within the cabin.

“Barry?” She had yet to see him come in, but the bag of candles and lights were inside the cabin. As she walked back out the door to look for him, she felt snow hit the back of her head.

The reporter whipped around her head to find Barry smiling mischievously with another snowball in his hand.

“Nooo!” she yelled out playfully, attempting to avoid the next one as it hit the side of her face.

“Move faster!” he yelled out.

“No fair,” Iris yelled back to the speedster using his power to his advantage. She quickly attempted to gather a few snowballs of her own.

For the next several minutes, the couple engaged in a snowball fight as if they were young kids. After being outnumbered by Barry several times, Iris finally found him giggling behind some bushes. She approached from behind, threw the snowball and tackled him to the ground before he could form another.

He rolled himself on top of her and connected his lip with hers. The kiss lasted several seconds before both of their eyes flickered open. Iris pushed Barry off her and moved her hands in an up and down motion in the snow.

Barry kneeled in the snow, watching her build the snow angel, all the while thinking about how true of angel she was herself.

He eventually laid down and started moving his arms in the snow, making an angel of his own when a growl came from his stomach.

“That’s what you get for using your speed to attack me.” Iris sat up, dusting some snow away from her hair.

Barry stood, offering a hand to Iris. “I’ll head to the dining hall and you can head in to get warm.”

She took his hand. “Get a little of everything.”

“Yes, ma’am.” They kissed before Barry trudged out into the snow.

Iris knocked off her boots before heading inside. Momentarily forgetting about the power, she nearly tripped in the darkness.

The team leader fished around in her pocket for her phone using its flashlight to light the candles and the fireplace.

She peels off her wet clothes and changes into a pair of leggings and one of Barry’s shirts. When he was stuck in the speed force, it was the one thing that kept her close to him. The scent of him could always bring her comfort.

Six months ago, she couldn’t have imagined they would be here. It might have also been the reason she went a little overboard with gifts. Gifts. All their gifts were at home.

Barry wouldn’t mind until they got home, but she decided to show him a few of his gifts on her phone. Iris headed over to the nightstand to grab her phone, when she noticed the blank notepad and a pen.

The creative wheels of her head started turning and she quickly laid blankets on the floor next to the fireplace.

Iris looked back at the door to ensure that Barry had yet to return and set to work on her gift idea.

Barry returned to a room only lit by the warmth and light of the fireplace. Blankets were carefully strewn across the floor and the air had the mixed smell of spruce and cinnamon. Iris sat near the fireplace running her fingers through her hair to help dry it from the snow.

He came and sat the basket of food down on the blankets.

“I thought we could have a picnic.”

Barry smiled. “Sounds great.” He reached inside the basket and pulled out a bottle of wine. “I bought it at the front desk as a finishing touch to our day.”

“Thanks, Baby. I’ll grab the glasses.” As she fished them out of the cabinet, Barry spied the notepad on the floor. He held it up for her to see.

“What’s this?”

She blushed, returning with the glasses and setting them on the ground. “I know we didn’t have any gifts, so I made you a little something.”

He started to flip through it and read them aloud. “A voucher for a back massage and foot rub.” He flipped to the next one. “A voucher for your favorite Grandma Esther meal-it’s the chicken one.”

Iris laughed. “I know.” Barry continued flipping through the pages and she continued. “It’s a Love Voucher Book. Redeem them as you like.”

“Can I combine these?”

Iris placed a hand over her mouth, her body shaking from laughter. “Yes, Dear. They are.”

Barry laughed along with her. “Thank you. I actually made you something as well.”

He sped over and retrieved it from his backpack. “It’s a Passport to Love. We’ve talked about traveling and I figured this is a way we could check them off.”

“This is wonderful, Barry. Thank you.” She flipped through them as he poured each of them a glass of wine.

“A passport for a date in Paris. Now, this is one I’m looking forward to.”

Barry smiled. “Anything to make you happy.”

They clinked their glasses in a toast. Barry spoke, brushing a hand across his love’s cheek. “To our first Christmas.” Iris blushed at his touch and smiled. “Our first Christmas.”

#westallen secret santa #WestAllen #The Flash #Barry Allen #Iris West #Iris WestAllen #Grant Gustin #Candice Patton #Barry x Iris #Iris x Barry

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btsjeonjazz · 7 years

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ilysm ur blog is literally one of my faves

Meaningful sleepover

word count: 1.9k

I hope you like it anon, first fluff ever :D

Blankets and pillows?Check. Snacks and drinks? Check. The latest horror movie as well assome board games? Also check. It looked like everything was ready foryour sleepover with a bunch of crazy, but lovable dorks. A mountainof blankets and huge, soft pillows lining the big couch for comfort.You had planned to stay over at your apartment this time as it wasalmost as big as theirs and you always hang around at their home. Ateight should the boys arrive, the main food you already orderedcoming at nine, so you had enough time to prepare the movie and playone of your favourite games.

A little after eight thedoorbell rang, your steps light-footed as you opened the front doorof your apartment, a bright smile on your face.

“Hey, what’s up, y/n?”,it was Taehyung who greeted you first, embracing you shortly ere hewalked inside as if it was hishouse. The maknae doing it alike, ruffling your hair with his bunnysmile, following Tae to your living room. After Jungkook, Namjoon andJin both hugged you as well, handing you a six-pack of beer.

“Thanksguys, but take it with you”, you laughed, giving the bottles backto Jin. You turned around again, Jimin, Hoseok and Yoongi standingimpatiently in the door, the frosty weather of mid-winter howling attheir backs. “Come in, guys, it’s freezing!”, you demanded,rubbing your bare arms.

“Heysunshine”, Hoseok shot you his hugest smile, hair hidden under ablack beanie. “Everything’s ready already? Fast as ever.”

“Whodo you think I am?”, you nudged his sides as he let you go out ofhis hug. Then you greeted a smirking Jimin and lastly Yoongi. “Hey”,you said shyly, Yoongi making you nervous with his presence alone.Some time you thought that he didn’t like you as he would never warmup whenever you were around.

“Hey,y/n”, he said, faintly smiling while giving you a short, reservedhug as a greeting. His coat was covered in snow, cold under yourhands. Yoongi smelled good, his light cologne mixed with the winterscenery he came from and you felt how your heartbeat increased. Itwas always the same, heart racing, flushed cheeks if he looked atyou. Yes, you had a major crush on him, his dry humour and sarcasticcomments making you giggle all the time and his smile was so cute youcouldn’t resist it although he wouldn’t smile around you as often,unluckily.

“Yah!Stop it, Hyung”, it was Jungkook’s voice filling the apartment andwaking you from your thoughts, still touching Yoongi’s back.

“You’rehere for freaking two minutes and start to fight already? New recordguys”, you called out, taking Yoongi’s coat while he slanderedthrough your corridor to the other guys.

“Sorry,y/n”, five voices reached you at the same time while you snickeredand followed the pale guy in front of you, whose hair was damp fromthe few snowflakes in his hair. How badly you wanted to rub it dry,touch it as it looked utterly soft.. You shook your head. Focus, y/n,not a chance he likes you even a bit.

Theevening went smoothly, games always fun with the seven boys, onelouder than the other, cracking jokes and filling your quietapartment with laughter. You loved such nights, your best friendsaround you, delicious food, board games and a cozy, warm feeling offriendship, care and love roaming around the heated living room.After your first two rounds on the play station the food arrived.Then you decided to snuggle up on the couch, the movie you had chosenin your group-chat playing while the eight of you cuddled up next toeach other, you laying in the middle, feeling kind of awkward next toJungkook and Jin who constantly poked your sides or started tofrighten you while you hid slightly under your own blanket, the movietoo scary and absolutely not your favourite genre as you lived aloneand had a fear of darkness. Your imagination far too crazy to watchsuch movies constantly.

“Look,y/n, you remember the time you made us watch a fucking Bollywoodmovie? We had more than three hours of singing, dancing people whichwanted to find the love of their life, so don’t think we will let youlive tonight”, Jin explained, laughing while telling you that youbetter not fell asleep next to them. “We made plans, right Hobi?”

“Sorry,y/n”, the guy who smiled as if the sun just rose said, anapologising glance on his handsome face.

Yousighed exaggerating. “Don’t talk too much, better watch this stupidmovie.”

Andso they did, unlike you. The scenes would be the best material foryour nightmares wherefore you decided to distract yourself bywatching Yoongi as he sat motionless on the other side of the couch,next to Jimin. Why had he to be this good-looking and cute? Yousighed again, never letting the concentrated man out of your eyes.His hair was dry again, softly falling to his forehead, hands foldedin his lap while he leaned lazily against the rest of the sofa, notlaying flat as the other guys. His brown eyes were focused on thescreen of the TV before his head turned towards you. Just for asecond your eyes locked, his expression changing from loveable? tohis typical cold glare. Then his head shot towards the TV again as ifhe never intended to direct his gaze to you. But he did! Withfreaking soft eyes. Your heart raced again, feeling the blood rushinto your cheeks as you snuggled under your blanket, covering yourheated face from the others. God, you were predictable and awkwardaround him. That he didn’t notice your obvious feelings was just awonder!

Notlong after that you felt the tiredness you had in your bones duringthe day seek through your body, eyelids suddenly heavy and you weredetermined to close them just for as long as the movie lasted.

“Betterwrite with a waterproofed marker, Jimin”, Taehyung’s voice reachedYoongi’s ears, a whisper not to wake you up after you fell asleep inthe middle of the movie the other guys wanted to watch. “We couldpaint a penis like in old times.”

Agreeingcheers, quietly not to wake you, filled the room, the three youngestones around your sleeping body, discussing how to mess with yoursleeping state.

“Gotit, let’s look for one then”, snickering the three of them madetheir way to your kitchen, searching for a marker to draw obscenepaintings on your soft, blushed skin. He knew exactly that theywouldn’t stop ere you would wake up, chasing them in your staggeringstate if you would see what they did to you. It made him smile as heimagined you running after them, your messy hair standing in alldirections with a bit of your saliva dried on your shirt.

“What’reyou smiling about”, Hoseok nudged him. “Let’s see what we can doto mess with her.”

Hisbest friend stood up, circling the room ere he opened the door toyour storeroom.

“Guys,I found the best damn thing we could do to make her mad”, helaughed excited and Yoongi wondered why you didn’t open your eyes atthe noises roaring around you. As he turned to Hoseok again a creepylooking mask was in his hands, his eyebrows wiggling at the remainingthree guys on the couch.

“You’rea genius, Hobi!”, Jin jumped up, taking the mask in his hands tohold it in front of his face. “Y/n was so afraid of the bloodyscenes she would shit her cute shorts if we wake her up like this!”

Namjoonwho was quiet for a while agreed, his grin spreading from one side tothe other, dimples showing deep on his cheeks.

Washe the only one who didn’t want to mess with you? He was, but thereason he would never admit to the others. Yoongi was in love withyou head over heels the moment you stepped inside his room the nightof a party, disturbing the only place he had at least a littleprivacy in. You were clearly drunk, your short dress revealing toomuch of your soft skin, hair a wild mess of curls with the mostbeautiful face he had ever seen, a bright, apologising smile on yourangelic face. His breath got stuck as he laid eyes on you, wobblinglegs on high heels while holding onto the door to his bedroom. Youhad apologised countless times without realising that your feetdragged you to his bed, sitting down to push your heels of your feet.Yoongi had watched you, too confused to react, but as you began tospeak weird things he had to laugh and then one think topped theother until he sat next to you, holding your face in his big hands.You tasted utterly sweet, a mixture of alcohol and strawberry lipgloss as you kissed him so possessive that he got drunk on you.Addicted, but the next day you had forgotten meeting him while Jiminand Namjoon invited you over again. As weeks passed he was too far inand tried not to show you any kind of affection, pissed that you hadforgotten him, the kiss and the night you spent together.

Untiltonight. He couldn’t watch anymore as Jimin, Tae and Jungkook cameback a few pencils in their hands, Hoseok and Jin getting ready toprank you while Namjoon and Yoongi sat there watching the othersprepare to prank you.

Withoutanother word he stood up, the boys cracking up in one corner as theytold the younger ones their ideas. Yoongi walked towards you, fallingdown right beside your sleeping figure, laying his arm around you topull you closer until your head rested on his chest, his heartbeatloud enough to wake you up, the other hand brushing your hair behindyour ear. Finally he was able to touch you, maybe with the excuse toprotect you from the crazy kids, but he shielded you. Yoongi embracedyour beautiful body like he dreamt of the last months, your skinfeeling hot and right on his and he felt all eyes on him.

“Dude,what are you doing?”, Namjoon whispered, staring at Yoongi and youin his arms. “Are you a thing or what is going on?”

Yoongishrugged his shoulders. Maybe you weren’t, but he would change thatfact if you opened your eyes. He swore that he would confess, tellyou about the night you two made out and all the feelings which builtinside him for you.

“Aftertomorrow we are. Anyone who tries to touch her has to get me first”,Yoongi hissed, voice sharp, the opposite from his caressing hands,stroking over your head while his arm was around your sleeping body.He had imagined feeling you like this, but the reality was evenbetter; perfect. Not a single one of the guys tried anything afterhis confession, smirking down onto Yoongi as they already knew thatyour feelings were mutual, obvious for everyone that both of you fellin love with each other.

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Let Me Protect You Chapter 29/?

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Emilia

Word Count: 1,680

Warnings: So much fluff

Rating: PG

Summary: After Emilia’s fiancé cheats on her, she moves to California to live with her brother Eric, who just so happens to be good friends with Chris Evans. Follow Emilia and her roller coaster life through heartbreak, love, and emotional trauma. Will Emilia choose to let Chris into her heart, or will she remain broken and alone forever?

Christmas morning came fast and you were all too eager to give Chris your gift. You had talked to Chris the night before and asked if the two of you could exchange your gifts in private and he didn’t mind at all. The entire family was sitting around in the living room as the kids opened presents. All of the adults were in matching flannel pajamas and you loved the tradition. Lisa having gone out and bought yours the minute Chris told her you would be joining him here for Christmas.

Watching the kids open their presents was a blast. You didn’t have any nieces or nephews so it was fun to see how excited they got with each gift that was torn open. Screeches and squeals filled the living room as wrapping paper was discarded everywhere. You and Chris curled up on the couch together as you laughed at the entertainment of the kids.

Lisa, Shanna and Carly loved their matching jewelry set that you got them. Scott was almost in tears as he opened his gift from you and saw that it was his favorite book growing up. He tackled you into a big bear hug and he scolded Chris, telling him to never let you go. Chris chuckled at his words. “I wouldn’t dream of it” he whispered into your ear. Turning to face him you quickly stole a kiss from his lips.

The gifts you got from Chris’ siblings were so thoughtful. Lisa gave you a gift card to apparently one of the best hair colorists in LA. You couldn’t wait to try something new! Shanna gave you a brand new bakeware set. You had needed a new set so badly because your old ones were so worn out from all the baking you had done. Carly gave you a gift card to a craft store to help you buy more supplies for your Etsy creations. Scott being Scott gave you a gag gift and you couldn’t hold back your laughter. It was of a picture of the two of you making a silly face at the camera. He took the picture two nights ago when you both had a bit too much to drink; the frame stated “Best Friends” on it. It was one of the greatest presents you had ever received.

As morning faded into early afternoon, the living room was starting to look more like a living room again as the kids played in the basement with their new toys. Lisa and Chris’ sisters started working on an early dinner. Deciding it was the perfect moment to exchange your gifts; you and Chris got dressed and went for a walk. It was fairly warm for a Christmas day, even for Boston. You didn’t even need your winter coat as you layered on a few undershirts with a cozy sweater.

The two of you walked around the neighborhood and enjoyed the view as you made your way to a park; both your gifts to each other in tow along with a blanket Chris brought. He found an empty bench on the park and laid the blanket down so your ass wouldn’t freeze too much on the cold wood. As you two settled on the bench, he took out a thermos and two paper cups. You gave him a bewildered look as he took the cap off the thermos; you smelled the hot chocolate and sighed in content. Placing the cup to your lips, you took a small sip as the warmth radiated down your throat and you let out a hum. “This is the most perfect Christmas morning I have ever had” you said to him with a smile on your face. “Me too beautiful, me too.”

Chris pulled his present for you out of his pocket, “Merry Christmas Emilia” he stated smiling to you. You put your cup down and took the gift from him. It was in a small box with a bow on the top and as you opened it up a gasp left your lips. Inside was a beautiful white gold ring and a singular black diamond sitting on top. It wasn’t a huge diamond or anything but you still didn’t know what to make of it. It couldn’t be an engagement ring, no, not this was too soon. It had to have another meaning behind it. “Chris” you choked out, unsure of what else to say. He took the box from your shaking hands and removed the ring from it. “This is not what you think Ems” he stated with a sly chuckle. “This is a promise ring. A promise from me to you. I promise to be the man you want and need. I promise to be there for you at any time, day or night. If I’m not with you physically, I will only be a phone call away. I promise to never hurt you in any which way. I promise that you, and only you, will have my heart” he finished as he placed the ring on your right middle finger. You were glad it fit that finger as you didn’t want it on your left ring finger; it was draw too much suspicion and that was the last thing you wanted. “It’s so beautiful” you said as a single tear of happiness fell from your eyes. “A beautiful ring for my beautiful girlfriend.” You giggled at his choice of words, ever the dorky cliché man that you were in love with. You brought your hand up to admire the ring some more as it shined in the sun. Turning up to face Chris, you lovingly placed your lips onto his; the kiss soft and sweet, just like the moment you shared with him.

You grabbed your bag off the floor and pulled out two envelopes for Chris. You handed him the first one that was his actual present first. He opened it with a curious glance in your direction and once he saw what it was, his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. He pulled out the matching bracelets; the blue one had his name stitched to it while the pink one had yours stitched to it. The lettering was done in the classic Disney themed design. “Does this mean what I think it means?” he asked excitedly. “Yes Chris, we are going to Disneyland when we get home” you giggled out to him. He raised his fist in the air and yelped out enthusiastically. “I’ve never been and I know how much you love Disney so I figured it could be another fun adventure for us” you spoke. “Oh baby, you are going to have SO much fun!” You laughed again at how excited he was and you were happy with yourself with your gift to him.

Your heart started to beat more rapidly as you reached for the other envelope and handed it to him. He took it from your hand and gently tore into it to reveal a card inside. The card itself was simple, and just showed a shadow of two people holding hands while on the beach. He opened it and his eyes widened as he started to read what was on the inside.

Chris,

I could not have asked for a better support system in these past few months. Nobody has ever showed me such kindness and patience when dealing with me. I honestly don’t know if I would have ever been able to start my road to recovery without you by my side. From the moment I met you I knew there was something inside of you. You have always been so patient and calm when I needed it the most. With you by my side I feel like I can conquer the world. I have you to thank for my progress and I don’t know how to thank you just yet, but I will find a way. You make my heart flutter when you are near. I didn’t know it was possible to feel the way I do, but again, it is all thanks to you.

I have been falling deeper and deeper in love with you over the past few weeks Chris and I wanted to let you know that. I felt that you deserved to know what I was feeling. I was worried at first, seeing as we are still so new to this relationship but I didn’t want to hide my true feelings anymore. I understand if you don’t feel the same way quite yet, but I had to get it off my chest.

I love you Chris, so much that it hurts sometimes not being able to tell you so. I wouldn’t change anything for the way my heart swells knowing you chose me.

Emilia

His eyes roamed over the card a few more times, reading it over and over again. You heard a slight sniffle from him and thought maybe it was the cool December air, but you were wrong as he raised his head to look at you. A few tears escaped down his cheeks as he gave you a look as if he was confirming what he just read. “It’s true, everything I wrote. I love you Chris.” He gathered you into his arms and never let go, squeezing you close to him. He was so warm as you were buried into his embrace. He pulled away too quickly for your likely and grasped your hands. “Emilia I have loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you. After so many women failed me, here you came; sweeping me off my feet and you wiggled your way into my heart. You and only you have my heart. I love you Ems…so much!” he finished and you leaped right back into his arms.

You spent a few hours at the park, wrapped up in the blanket and cuddled into Chris’ side as you enjoyed each-others company. You would never get sick of being with the man you loved so much; it would never be enough.

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fic: Meet Me Under the Spotlight

Rating: PG-13 Word Count: ~3200 Characters: Steve/Natasha, mentions of the ensemble Summary: The celebrity social media au no one asked for.

A/N: This started off as just an article I was writing that was supposed to be a snippet in a fic I’ve wanted to write for a while, but I had so much fun that I expanded upon it. I’ve always been a fan of those social media edits circulating Tumblr, and after I’d read a few fics that incorporated texting and social media, I’ve always wanted to try it out. So, here it is! You can also consider it a preview for the celebrity au I’m probably still planning to write.

(Also, this is very raw; as in, I sort of skimmed it for errors, because I'm leaving in a bit. But I'll come back to it for editing when I can take my time.)

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‘Marvelous’ Cast Talks Shocking Season Finale and What Next Season Could Hold

June 1, 2017. 11:32 AM PST

It’s been a week since the Season 3 finale of ‘Marvelous’ aired and fans are still in hysterics over the state of their beloved heroes.

(Spoiler alerts below!)

Season 3′s Episode 22, “How the Mighty Fall” left Scarlet Witch held captive and under experimentation at the hands of a mysterious scientist, with Winter Soldier and Falcon quite literally at each other’s throats on how to find her. Hulk has disappeared, Thor’s powers have been seemingly sealed away for good. And just as the Captain has come to realize that Black Widow’s betrayal had ultimately been for his protection, he’s too late: Hawkeye is in a coma, and Widow’s memories have been erased.

And you’ll have to wait three whole months to see what happens next.

Upset? Yeah, so are we.

And we made sure that ‘Marvelous’ co-stars Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff were aware of this when Access Entertainment! caught up with them in the AE! lounge.

“He cried [when we did the table read],” Natasha had dished about Steve, who didn’t try to downplay the claim as he almost doubled over in laughter at the recollection. “We all did,” Natasha went on to admit with a laugh of her own. “With ‘Marvelous’ being supernatural, you just never know anyone’s fate and it’s fun. Fun and scary. And it’s as emotional to us as it is the fans. When we read the scene where Wanda [Maximoff, playing Scarlet Witch] is experimented on, it was already a lot to handle. Then to see her crying on the floor like that? It was tough. Such a good performance, though.”

“Wanda blows us away every day,” agreed Steve with a fond smile. Steve has always been quick to praise the talent of Wanda, whom he starred alongside in the romantic comedy Brother of the Bride that premiered the same day Wanda received the news about being cast in ‘Marvelous’. Wanda had shared with AE! before that Steve had been a big reason for her auditioning for the role in the first place. The fact that landing it could mean working alongside Natasha, one of her childhood idols, also helped.

(Related: Wanda Maximoff Posts a #TBT with Steve Rogers to Announce Being Cast as Scarlet Witch on ‘Marvelous’)

After the emotional turmoil that the season finale put us through, it seems like they’re setting up Season 4 to be bigger and better than ever! But if the cast has a clue as to what is happening next, they’re keeping it under lock and key.

“He wants us all dead,” Natasha had joked when asked if the show’s writer/producer Nick Fury had shared some insight on where he wants to take Season 4. “No, seriously. We’re all so close and we all have a lot of fun, and yeah, we get the work done. But there’s some serious teeth-pulling and bribing on Nick’s part to get us to behave. If he had hair, he would’ve torn it all out. So he’d just kill us all off as punishment, one by one.”

“I think he’d spare you,” Steve had said in response to Natasha’s teasing. “She’s his favorite. Which isn’t an issue, because she’s everyone’s favorite!”

The Official Twitter of Access Entertainment @accessentertainment -- May 31 Steve Rogers and his shrinking shirts. You’re welcome, Twitter... pic.twitter.com/sGR1mW...

Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- May 31 @stevefrombrooklyn can’t blame Marvelous Wardrobe anymore. you suck at doing laundry and @accessentertainment has the proof

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- May 31 @therussianprincessnat you mean they’re not supposed to be skin tight? then what does Captain America draw his power from?

Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- May 31 @stevefrombrooklyn those big baby blues... seriously rogers, who’d you sell your soul to?

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- May 31 @therussianprincessnat aww thanks nat, i always knew you loved my eyes

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- May 31 @therussianprincessnat you’re still in trouble for eating my pudding, though

Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- May 31 @stevefrombrooklyn oh god, get over that, grumpy old man. i’ll buy you another one. geez

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- May 31 @therussianprincessnat thanks love :)

Just In: ‘Marvelous’ co-Stars Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff send fans into a frenzy over flirty banter on Twitter during AE! visit; fellow co-star Sam Wilson laughs over the reception, shares “that’s just how they’ve always been” (June 2, 2017)

‘Marvelous’ Cast Talks Shocking Season Finale ... (continued)

June 1, 2017. 11:32 AM PST

Speaking of sparing the Widow... with her memories gone, fans are already speculating on what Captain’s next move is going to be.

“It’s a funny one, you know? It’s a funny situation,” Steve shared when asked about how he thinks Captain and Black Widow’s dynamic will progress in the next season. “He’s always been the first person to vouch for her. He knows what she’s done, what she’s had to do, and he trusts her anyway. He’s always valued her where others haven’t. What’s funny -- well, in a bittersweet kind of way, what’s funny is that he’s also the first person to take her for granted. He doesn’t realize how much she’s come to mean to him until she can’t remember who he is, and I’m sure it’s going to be a real hard hit to be around her when she’s like this. He’ll raise hell to get her memories back.”

That’s how Steve thinks it will go, at least. And we’re sure that fans will be totally on board for that.

As for Widow? We've come to realize that maybe her lack of memories could be for the best. Sort of. “Nick and I talked about it early on,” Natasha confessed. “Widow is who she is, and acts how she acts, because of her past. She doesn’t want to get involved with anyone because she’s scared. But with Captain, she’s also curious. She feels that connection, and what’s stopping her is herself, and ultimately that’s what’s stopping him, too. Because he can read her in a way that no one else ever could, and so of course he senses her hesitation and he steps back like the gentleman he is. So without her memories, she’s going to see him frantic and desperate to help her and that’s going to open her up in a way that wouldn’t have been possible if she’d still had her memories. So that’ll be fun to play off of. It’ll, hopefully, become a ‘blessing in disguise’ sort of thing for them.”

“They need it,” Steve added as he nudged Natasha’s shoulder. “They’re both stubborn, and it’s been a long time coming.”

Yeah, we know, Steve.

Captain and Black Widow have captured the hearts of fans since Day One, and that probably has a lot to do with the natural chemistry between these co-stars off-screen. Though Steve and Natasha had yet to have worked together before both being cast in ‘Marvelous’, they’ve always acknowledged each other’s talent. Steve has said on multiple occasions that he’s been a fan of Natasha since her acting debut in The Russian Princess, and often posted his praise and support for her on social media following the premieres of her movies. When Steve landed his first leading role on HBO’s historical fiction drama “Howling Commandos”, Natasha had posted a glowing review of the show’s pilot on Instagram and paid particular attention to Steve, saying that she looked forward to seeing him “take Hollywood by storm.” Though the show came to an early conclusion just three seasons in, Steve hadn’t had any trouble getting back on his feet.

(Related: ‘Marvelous’ Announces Breakout Actor Peter Parker to be Newest Hero to Join the Fray)

WATCH: ‘Marvelous’ Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff Get Cozy on Social Media During Flight to Hawaii

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Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- June 5 Christmas pajamas in June? #trendsetters @stevefrombrooklyn pic.twitter.com/cA4sBW...

[Image Caption: Steve and Natasha seated together in first class, wearing matching gingerbread men pajamas and Rudolph socks.]

Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- June 5 @stevefrombrooklyn but let’s get this straight, mine are cuter and I wear them better

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- June 5 @therussianprincessnat you’re right, I don’t think I can top those Rudolph socks. you must really love whoever bought them for you

Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- June 5 @stevefrombrooklyn you bought yourself the matching pair, you ass

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- June 5 write this down: the quickest way to @therussianprincessnat’s heart is through fuzzy socks #shelovesmeforthem

Just In: Steve and Natasha are all cuddles on Instagram during flight to Hawaii; fellow ‘Marvelous’ co-star Clint Barton snuffs dating rumors... or not? “It was supposed to be a cast vacation, but it didn’t pan out. But it’s fine. They won’t even notice that we’re gone.” (June 6, 2017)

‘Marvelous’ Spoilers: Cast Teases Fans With Finale on Instagram

May 19, 2017. 9:45 AM PST

[Image Caption: A candid photo of the cast and crew of ‘Marvelous’ drinking hot chocolate, eating cupcakes, and chatting while taking a break from filming.]

Last night’s episodes left fans reeling, wondering how things could get darker and more dangerous than ever in next week’s season finale. The icing on the heartache cake? This morning, the cast and crew teased fans on Instagram with photos of their on-set shenanigans while filming the finale. While it was nice to see some silliness and smiles after all of the arguing and tears from last night’s episode, fans were quick to catch on some of the ominous implications of these pictures. Such as: Tony Stark (Iron Man) decked out in fake blood and gore; the strange and daunting backdrop of a laboratory, not unlike the lab that Quicksilver had been tortured in the second half of season 2; fake ligature marks on Wanda Maximoff’s (Scarlet Witch) wrists, which can be seen as she poses with her arms around Jane Foster (head costume designer) and Darcy Lewis (head makeup artist); and Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) in a hospital gown, laughing with Steve Rogers (Captain) as he wipes away staged tears.

[Image Caption: Tony Stark, bloodied and bruised, carrying Pepper Potts on his back while she wears his prototype Iron Man helmet.]

[Image Caption: Clint Barton taking a nap in the Tower infirmary set, while Sharon Carter and Maria Hill hook him to the medical machine props.]

[Image Caption: Wanda Maximoff, Jane Foster, and Darcy Lewis hugging in front of a laboratory set.]

[Image Caption: Natasha Romanoff sporting a hospital gown and fake stitches while laughing with Steve Rogers and Nick Fury between takes.]

Nick Fury also tweeted for the first time since teasingly responding to a few fans’ reactions to the Season 3 mid-season finale back in December. After the cast made a Twitter and Instagram account in Nick’s name at the beginning of filming the first season, Nick Fury became infamous for his cryptic responses and vague tweets that end up tying to major plot points and revelations in later episodes. This morning had been another opportunity to strike:

(screen captures from Nick Fury’s official Twitter account)

Nick Fury @nickfurry -- May 19 @therussianprincessnat @stevefrombrooklyn I’ll never forget how exhausting you two are to work with pic.twitter.com/bW13sCA...

[Image Caption: Nick Fury giving direction to Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers while filming a scene in the Tower infirmary set. Natasha is laying on a bed in a hospital gown while Steve holds her close.]

Nick Fury @nickfurry -- May 19 @iambuckybarnes @snapwilson friendly fire pic.twitter.com/wS17jB...

[Image Caption: Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson in costume while filming a fight scene in the snowy mountains. They have their hands around each other’s throats as fight choreographer Helen Cho gives them direction.]

Nick Fury @nickfurry -- May 19 @littlewandamaximoff @theothermaximoff that’s one way to help your sister out pic.twitter.com/qS0sW...

[Image Caption: Wanda Maximoff laughing as Pietro Maximoff helps her drink from a bottled water with a silly straw. They’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, with Wanda’s hands seemingly bound together and tied to something out of frame.]

Fans are already scrambling to figure out what surprises are in store for us in the finale. Caught something that we haven’t? Don’t forget to share it with your fellow Marvels in a comment below.

WATCH: ‘Marvelous’ Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff Recap Latest Episode and Discuss Black Widow’s Shocking Betrayal

Marvelous Cast Wraps Up Filming for the Season

Marvelous Cast Plan Summer Trip to Hawaii During Livestream

[Image Caption: Natasha in a bikini, stretched out on a beach towel, smiling at the camera with half of her face hidden behind a straw hat.]

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stevenrogers apparently this is what “terrible” is supposed to look like

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[Image Caption: Photo of a Polaroid of Steve and Natasha taken at a luau, the two of them laughing as he places a flower crown on her head.]

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nataliaromanov the “get lei’d” joke i made while this was taken was a hit

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JUNE 7 2017

[Image Caption: Natasha sitting on a lounge chair with a plate of breakfast in her lap, peering over her sunglasses at the camera as she sips orange juice.]

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stevenrogers apparently noon is too early for her to get up for breakfast

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[Image Caption: Steve sitting with his back to the camera, busied with his sketching, with the sun setting over the ocean in the horizon.]

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nataliaromanov where else can you get a view like this?

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Spotted: ‘Marvelous’ Co-Stars Practically Glowing During Hawaiian Vacation

June 9, 2017. 1:16 PM PST

[Image Caption: Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff laying close together on the sand, both smiling at each other as they talk.]

It seems like these stars are following in their characters’ footsteps!

Well, if you don’t count the superpowers.

Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff landed in Hawaii on Tuesday for a well deserved break after filming finished for their most intense season yet. After plans for the whole cast to vacation together fell through the cracks, Steve and Natasha -- in true Steve and Natasha fashion -- decided to do their own thing and go anyway.

Fans will probably already know that this isn’t the first time that the two ever have vacationed together. After they wrapped up a spectacular first season together, the pair joined fellow co-stars Tony Stark and Pepper Potts on a cruise along the Mediterranean, which both Tony and Pepper later revealed to have been a “spur of the moment” trip, and were pleasantly surprised when the pair agreed. Steve and Natasha then came back to the States, where Natasha would spend a week in Brooklyn with Steve to visit his parents and other fellow co-star Bucky Barnes, who has been best friends with Steve since childhood.

Though scheduling conflicts prevented the pair from spending the following summer together, it seems like they’re back at it again this year. And they seem cozier than ever! In addition to posting their personal photos together on their social media, pictures have been circulating of the two seen out and about around the Hawaiian islands, looking friendlier than ever. Which has always been the case, considering the explosive chemistry we’ve seen between them on and off screen since the beginning. But is it just us, or do things seem to be far more personal between them than before? They certainly seem to have the “honeymoon phase” glow, and lately the pair has noticeably avoided or outright ignored inquiries about a romantic relationship between them as of late. Though, that could just because they’re tired of repeating themselves. It’s been three years now.

Either way, it’s always heartwarming to see these two having so much fun whenever they’re together! Hopefully it’s forever.

[Image Caption: Natasha feeding Steve a spoonful of shaved ice at a cafe along the beach.]

[Image Caption: Steve and Natasha standing close together in the aisle of a supermarket, Steve smiling as Natasha whispers into his ear.]

[Image Caption: Steve with his arms around Natasha, the both of them laughing as he tries to drag her deeper into the ocean.]

Just In: ‘Marvelous’ cast barraged with questions on the relationship status between Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff as their vacation get cozier; Wanda giggles when shown the photos during Phil Coulson radio interview, but simply responds with “it’s cute” when asked her opinion. (June 10, 2017)

‘Marvelous’ Cast Talks Shocking Season Finale ... (continued)

June 1, 2017. 11:32 AM PST

Nick Fury will have one direction he’ll want to take Captain and Widow in the next season, and fans will want a dozen others. But what do Steve and Natasha hope the future will have in store for their characters?

“Wherever they are, however things may be, I hope they just stay together,” Natasha shared. “They have such a beautiful thing going on because they’ve been the one constant piece to each other amidst the chaos. And they’ve come to really depend on each other for comfort and supports, even just company. I would hate for anything to happen to that. And I personally don’t believe that anything exists for Widow that would be more important to her than remaining right by the Captain’s side. That feeling, I feel, will resonate with her even with her memories gone. She’s so tied to him that her body and her heart are going to remember what her mind can’t. That’s my prediction.”

“I agree,” Steve added. “I think that’s why Cap was just so devastated when he thought Black Widow betrayed him. It hurt him down to his very core and she knew that it would, which is why she said the things she said. To make sure he was so blindsided that he wouldn’t go near her and then wouldn’t end up in the crossfire. And that’s what makes it another huge punch to the gut when he figures out the truth. Because I think he had to have known deep down inside that Widow was looking out for him, just as she’s always been, and he held onto that sliver of hope. So I really hope this teaches him that life is too damn short and you’ve got to fight for what you love. You’ve got to.”

Now if that didn’t move you to a few tears, we don’t know what would.

And we feel a little better knowing that Natasha and Steve are hopeful for their characters’ future, as well as the future of all our beloved heroes. Nick Fury has always taken his cast and crew’s opinion into consideration before taking these characters into the next chapter, and it makes the show bigger and better than ever.

What do you hope to see in the next season? Share it with your fellow Marvels in a comment below!

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- June 12 @therussianprincessnat are you going to tell them or should i? pic.twitter.com/nAR4o1...

[Image Caption: Natasha cuddled with Steve on a beach towel, hiding her face in his chest as he kisses her hair.]

Natasha A. Romanoff @therussianprincessnat -- June 12 @stevefrombrooklyn you impatient ass. you’re lucky you’re cute

Steve Rogers @stevefrombrooklyn -- June 12 @therussianprincessnat thanks love (:

#romanogers #romanogersday #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #chanty writes #seriously tho i had to much fun writing this sjfhak #marvelous 'verse

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Red - What makes you angry?

Mallory – People who are purposefully mean just for the sake of it, and people who are rude to animals. Also, being interrupted when I’m in the middle of something.

Emily – Everything.

Lola – I feel angry when I think about my past. I’m not angry at anyone other than myself for screwing up what could’ve been a perfect life. I also really can’t stand it when others tell me to just get over it. If I could’ve ‘gotten over it’ by now, I would.

Maroon - What are you most passionate about?

Mallory – Reading and art!

Emily – I’m not really passionate about anything. Maybe psychology, but it’s not like I’d ever be able to pursue that passion.

Lola – Food, definitely, but I also am very passionate about having a positive impact on the world.

Ruby - Would you consider yourself impulsive or reckless?

Mallory – I can be. I really should be more like Lola in that regard…

Emily – Yes. If I wasn’t so impulsive, maybe I’d be better by now.

Lola – Not really. I think before I do.

Brick - What are some things you dislike?

Mallory – Public speaking, being ignored, and my depression, to name a few.

Emily – Ensure. Fuck those stupid drinks.

Lola – My eating disorder, horror movies, hot weather, and the state of our country.

Rose - Would you consider yourself a romantic person?

Mallory – Yes! I dream about love a lot. I really hope I can find a girlfriend one day!

Emily – No. No, no, no, no.

Lola – Hmm, maybe. I haven’t been in a relationship since I was fourteen, but perhaps if I was in a relationship today I would be romantic. I just can’t see myself loving anyone until I’m able to love myself.

Redwood - How tall are you?

Mallory – 5’5. It’s funny because I’m younger than Emily but so much taller than her! It’s kind of cute, though.

Emily – 5’1. My growth was stunted. Also, fuck Lola and Mallory for making fun of my height.

Lola – 5’8. Sometimes I’m scared that I’ll step on Emily.

Wine - What is your opinion on alcohol? (and does it exist in your world?)

Mallory – I don’t think I’ll ever drink. It really messed up Emily…

Emily – I’m a drunkorexic, what do you think I’m going to say?

Lola – I have no interest in drinking. I never saw the appeal.

Orange - What are some of your comfort foods?

Mallory – Pancakes. I miss being able to eat them.

Emily – Food is the opposite of comforting to me.

Lola – Ice cream is my ultimate comfort food because it tastes good and isn’t a pain to purge. Before my ED, it was burgers.

Spice - Do you like to cook? Do you cook often?

Mallory – I can’t cook for the life of me.

Emily – No.

Lola – Yes, I love to cook. I make food for me Mallory all the time – I know it’s comforting to her to have food made by someone she knows so I can tell her the exact contents. I wish I could cook for Emily, but she’s scared I’m lying to her about the calorie content.

Peach - Are you generally a gentler and soft-spoken person or a louder and rougher person?

Mallory – Soft-spoken. I don’t like talking very much.

Emily – I’m not loud, but I can be aggressive. (Emily can be very loud and aggressive, especially when someone tries to help her. I mean, the first time Mallory saw Emily was when Em was screaming at a nurse.)

Lola – I’m in the middle, I think, but I lean more towards soft spoken.

Honey - Have you ever considered marrying someone? What is your opinion on marriage in general?

Mallory – I would love to get married – It’s one of my main motivations to get better.

Emily – I don’t think I’ll ever get married or fall in love. Love is bullshit.

Lola – I’m afraid of commitment.

Sandstone - Who in your life has been the most healing for you?

Mallory – Emily and Lola, definitely. They’re the first friends I’ve ever had, and they’re so understanding and sweet to me… I don’t know what I would do without them.

Emily - …Tristian.

Lola – It sounds silly, but my dog. He makes me so happy.

Yellow - Are you an optimist or a pessimist?

Mallory – I’m not sure… A pessimist, I guess.

Emily – What do you think? I’m a pessimist. I think anyone who’s as fucking depressed as me is. Except maybe Lola, but she’s weird.

Lola – I try to be optimistic, but it’s hard.

Safety - What is the most traumatic experience in your life?

Mallory – (Spoiler for her story lol)

Emily – (She doesn’t like to talk about it, but it’s when she was sexually assaulted.)

Lola – I’m lucky that I haven’t gone through anything too traumatic. I feel so awful for Emily, though - she’s so young and she’s been through hell.

Sunshine - Are you a more active or lazy person?

Mallory – I’m not active.

Emily – I used to be… now I’m too exhausted to do anything.

Lola – I’m an obsessive exerciser. I played sports constantly when I was younger, and now I exercise as another way of purging. So, I’m pretty active.

Blue - Are you a creative person? How do you like to be creative?

Mallory – I would say I am! I love to draw and write, but I’m not a very good writer…

Emily – No.

Lola – I like to paint sometimes, but I’m not that great at it. Definitely not as good as Mallory.

Sky - What is your favorite time of the day?

Mallory – I like the early morning.

Emily – Night.

Lola – The evening is always nice.

Denim - What is your fashion style?

Mallory – I wear a lot of dark and oversized clothes. Maybe if I didn’t hate my body I’d wear more color, but…

Emily – I only wear leggings and t-shirts.

Lola – I love winter-y fashion, and a lot of neutral colors. I mostly wear brown and beige sweaters along with overall dresses.

Teal - What makes you feel most at peace?

Mallory – Being alone in my room, reading. Bonus points if I have candles lit.

Emily - …I haven’t felt at peace in a long time.

Lola – Going on long walks with my dog.

Turquoise - Are you good at communicating your feelings?

Mallory – I’m getting better at it!

Emily – Not in a good way. I either bottle things up or I have full on breakdowns and angry fits.

Lola – I think so.

Violet - What is your ideal date?

Mallory – I would love to go to an art gallery with my future girlfriend…

Emily – I’ve said it before. Love. Is. Bullshit. (Shut up you emo cunt, we all know you want to take Mallory to an art gallery and kiss her in the garden)

Lola – Going on a boat ride together and then going home to cuddle and watch movies.

Eggplant - What’s the weirdest thing you’ve eaten?

Mallory – I ate toothpaste once to try and lose my appetite…

Emily – Cotton balls. (Yes, she was one of those people)

Lola – I’ve eaten out of a garbage bin before, if that counts.

Amethyst- What is your aesthetic?

Mallory – Cozy bedrooms, fairy lights, plants, and cats.

Emily – I like the emo kid aesthetic.

Lola – Warm colors, coffee, chilly weather, and tidy spaces.

Mauve - What makes you feel nostalgic?

Mallory – Vanilla candles, autumn colors, and the smell of old books.

Emily – Nothing.

Lola – Green grass, playgrounds, skinned knees, early 2000’s pop music.

Blush - Do you have a crush on anyone? If so, who is it?

Mallory – Umm… Emily is, um… cute…

Emily – No one. (It’s Mallory.)

Lola – Not right now.

Carnation - Are you comfortable with PDA?

Mallory – If it’s gay.

Emily – No.

Lola – I don’t mind it.

White - Do you consider yourself a good person? What’s the best thing you’ve ever done for somebody?

Mallory – I think I’m good, but I don’t know what the best thing I’ve ever done for someone is. Emily told me that I helped her a lot, though…

Emily – No. I’m not. I’m rude and selfish.

Lola – Yes. I think the best thing I’ve done is (spoiler!) convinced Mallory not to kill herself. I’m so glad she texted me.

Lace - What would you name your child if you were to have one?

Mallory – Lucia, after the first cat I became close with.

Emily – One, I’m infertile. Two, I don’t want kids. Three, I won’t even live long enough to have kids.

Lola – I’ve always liked the name Jasmine.

Porcelain - Do you consider yourself a delicate person? Do you fall apart easily?

Mallory – Yes, very.

Emily – If I was delicate, I would be dead by now.

Lola – Not really.

Ghost- Are you easily scared? What scares you the most?

Mallory – Loud noises, crowds, gaining weight…

Emily – Spiders. Being taken advantage of. Needles.

Lola – I’m afraid of snakes, dark places, drowning, and being forgotten.

Alabaster - What is the most recognizable thing about you? What are people most likely to notice about you when they first meet you?

Mallory – I think it’s how pale I am…

Emily – My scars.

Lola – People always tell me that I’m beautiful and that I stand out in a crowd. I wish I could believe it.

Buff - Would you consider yourself to be fit, fat, or skinny?

Mallory – Fat.

Emily – I know I’m underweight, I know I look like a corpse – but I still feel fat.

Lola – I’m kind of fit? But, like, chubby fit.

Brown- Where do you call home?

Mallory – My room and the park by my neighborhood.

Emily – I don’t have a home.

Lola – My house is my home. I feel safe there.

Gingerbread - What is your favorite holiday?

Mallory – Christmas!

Emily – Halloween.

Lola – I love Christmas.

Umber - Who do you call your friend? How many Friends do you have?

Mallory – Emily, Lola, the stray cats I feed, my mom, and my little sister.

Emily – Mallory and Lola.

Lola – Mallory, Emily, my parents, my siblings, and my friends from school – Allison, Rosa, Peter, Christian, and Ami.

Carob - What do you look for in a friend?

Mallory – Someone who understands me and doesn’t mind how quiet I can be.

Emily – Someone who cares about me.

Lola – Kindness, loyalty, and understanding.

Grey/Gray - Introvert, Extrovert, or Ambivert?

Mallory – 100% Introvert.

Emily – Introvert.

Lola – Ambivert.

Shadow - What is your biggest regret?

Mallory – Ever deciding to change myself.

Emily – Everything.

Lola – I regret every time I’ve purged.

Silver - What do you imagine the future to be like?

Mallory – I don’t know if I have one.

Emily – I’m not living past my 18th birthday.

Lola – I hope I can go to college and get a degree in law.

Graphite - Do you like to draw? If so, do you draw often? What do you like to draw?

Mallory – I love art! I draw a ton and I really like to do portraits.

Emily – I wish I could draw.

Lola – Yes, I do. It’s therapeutic for me.

Smoke - Have you ever taken any drugs?

Mallory – No, I haven’t.

Emily – Yes.

Lola – No.

Fog - Was there ever a period in your life when you were confused and lost? how did you get out of it?

Mallory – I think I’m still in it.

Emily – I always have been.

Lola – The first two years of my ED, I was very lost. I’m not completely out of it yet.

Slate - If you could erase any memory from your life, would you do it? If so, which memory would you chose?

Mallory – Any memory from when I was really, truly lonely.

Emily – Memories involving my trauma.

Lola – I don’t think I’d erase any memory from my life. I don’t think there’s a single memory that contributed to or caused my eating disorder, and other than that, I have a happy life.

Cloud - What do you spend the majority of your time thinking about?

Mallory – My insecurities, my weight, what I’m eating…

Emily – Dying.

Lola – What I’m going to b/p on next. It’s depressing.

Ash - Is there something or someone from your past that you miss?

Mallory – I miss being innocent.

Emily – I don’t like talking about it. (She misses Tristian more than anything.)

Lola – I miss happiness. I miss eating without puking. I miss not knowing what calories were. I miss having lots of friends. I miss my old self.

Obsidian - Do you suffer from any mental disabilities?

Mallory – (Mallory has EDNOS, social anxiety, general anxiety, body dysmorphia, and major depressive disorder.)

Emily – (Emily has C-PTSD, anorexia nervosa, paranoia, borderline personality disorder, major depressive disorder, body dysmorphia, and general anxiety.)

Lola – (Lola has bulimia nervosa w/ restrictive subtype, body dysmorphia, major depressive disorder, and obsessive-compulsive personality disorder.)

Spider - What irrational fears do you have?

Mallory – I’m always scared that Lola and Emily hate me…

Emily – That my dad is going to get out of jail and find me.

Lola – That I’m actually obese and everyone is lying to me.

Ink - write your autobiography in one sentence.

Mallory – Sad girl with no friends develops mental issues and ruins her life.

Emily – Emo cunt who doesn’t know how to eat.

Lola – Perfectionist girl gives up her chance of a bright future in favor of constant binging and purging.

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Dale and Riley for the ship thing

[ Ask the Engineer! | It’s Munday. Let’s have some ship Headcanons! (Accepting by the way!) ]

[ ((I’m so doing all 3 Verses!))]

[ Verse | Almost Always On Call ]where was their first date ?: The local Coffeehouse. what my muse would do to cheer your’s up: Riley sometimes makes Dale a damn fine cup of coffee. Other times if he’s exhausted, she’ll make him a warm soothing cuppa tea. And then there’s the little things–like heating up his towel in the dryer so it’s warm and fluffy when Dale gets out of the shower!who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?: Dale, with kisses on the back of her neck, or her shoulder, or wherever he wants to kiss her! who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?: Also Dale, if she’s worked a double or triple and kisses won’t quite wake her up!! (She does get him back though, on his Birthday!)how my muse would wake your’s up: Riley would plant kisses all over Dale… which may or may not escalate quickly! who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?: Depends on the occasion, and who’s cooking! who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?: Dale! (Riley will make two batches of brownies as a result–one without as she would more than likely throw up from the smell of it alone!)who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?: During their first time, Dale asked Riley if she loves him, and she gladly confirmed it. who would get into a physical altercation over the other?: They would both fight for each other. That’s love! who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?: Probably Dale. Maybe a cat. Or maybe a cute little pup (maybe a Maltese yorkie)! who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?: Riley! who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?: Both.who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: …hm. Most likely neither! what is their shared, favourite kink ?: One pinning the other to the bed, or tying the other to the bedpost! describe their typical kiss: Sweeter than candy, more heartwarming than tea. Reminder that they are human, together, alive.how my muse shows their love for your’s: It’s the little things. Making Dale coffee in the morning. Mini love letters on sticky notes. Packing his lunch. The random “Thinking of you” text. Holding him close and showering him with kisses at the end of a long day. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg! their favourite ways to give affection: Hugs, kisses, cuddles. And falling asleep and waking up together.who is more dominate ?: Dale–although Riley does have her moments!!who sings in the shower ?: Both when they’re not sharing the shower! who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?: Both, though Riley washes Dale’s hair more.who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?: Dale!who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?: Riley! who has the weirder taste in music ?: Well given they’re from different time eras… both! who would initiate dancing in the rain ?: Dale! who would be the one to suggest marriage ?: Dale. Definitely. what would they name their children ?: Probably after their parents.who would their children take after more ?: Dale’s looks and courage, Riley’s heart and healing gift.

[ Verse | StormLight ]where was their first date ?: Riley took Dale to the Middle of Nowhere–a broad valley just past the Forest behind the Graveyard–and they went stargazing.what my muse would do to cheer your’s up: She would draw Dale a map of Stormy Oaks for when he goes out and about without her. Sometimes sneak him a bottle of wine or ale (with the help of Constable Wright or Doctor Rowan). Heal whatever injuries he has. Pull pranks on her fellow Night’s Watch Constables just to make Dale laugh.who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?: Riley wakes Dale up with forehead kisses. who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?: Dale, for grins and giggles!how my muse would wake your’s up: With forehead kisses. And a homemade breakfast.who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?: Dale while Riley’s cooking! who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?: Dale (although that’s not heard of in 19th Century England). who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?: Riley when she realised she was falling for him and she hated herself for it (as she had no idea how to deal with it at first and wasn’t sure if it was mutual–on the other hand, mistletoe kiss). Dale found her in the Forest and she finally got the courage to tell him. who would get into a physical altercation over the other?: Riley would fight tooth and nail for Dale. Vice versa. who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?: Eh… maybe neither, considering Riley has enough pets of her own!! who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?: Riley! who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?: Both!who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: …erm… neither? Or maybe Dale??what is their shared, favourite kink ?: Hmm… maybe some very light bondage?? describe their typical kiss: At first, timid and gentle. As they go along, they taste of spring rain and shooting stars.how my muse shows their love for your’s: Making tea for him. Sneaking him ale or wine as a surprise. Holding him close while they stargaze and simply be. Sneak him some hugs and kisses. Love letters. And visiting the tailor to have clothes made for him. their favourite ways to give affection: Hugs, kisses, cuddles. Maybe sex. who is more dominate ?: Dale! who sings in the shower ?: Dale sings in the bath! who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?: Riley washes Dale’s hair. who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?: Definitely Dale! who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?: Riley… maaayyybe? who has the weirder taste in music ?: Well given they’re from different time eras… both! who would initiate dancing in the rain ?: Riley!!!!!! who would be the one to suggest marriage ?: Maybe Dale? what would they name their children ?: Probably after their parents. who would their children take after more ?: Dale’s looks and courage, Riley’s heart and healing gift.

[ Verse | Teenage Riot ]where was their first date ?: At Riley’s first school dance when they were in high school. what my muse would do to cheer your’s up: She would make Dale his favorite sweets! who wakes the other up with kisses ( and where ) ?: Dale wakes her up with kisses wherever he can plant ‘em! who would pour water on the other to wake them up ?: Riley if they’re running late! how my muse would wake your’s up: Lots and lots of kisses. Which may escalate quickly! who would start a food fight while baking or cooking ?: Dale while Riley’s cooking! who would suggest putting marijuana in the brownies ?: Dale! (Riley will make two batches of brownies as a result–one without as she would more than likely throw up from the smell of it alone!)who said i love you first and how ( or when ) did they say it ?: Dale said it first this time!! (Actually he wrote it down knowing Riley loves handwritten letters. She has it in a locket that she wears all the time.)who would get into a physical altercation over the other?: They would fight for each other. That’s love! who insists on purchasing a pet together ( and what kind of pet ) ?: Hmm… good question! Maybe Dale. Maybe a golden retriever. who is louder ( in and out of bed ) ?: *points to Riley the Scottish loudmouth!*who takes more risks ( in and out of bed ) ?: Both. who would bring up the word ‘daddy’ first ?: Hm. Maybe Dale? what is their shared, favourite kink ?: Getting it on after dark in a secluded park…! describe their typical kiss: The sweetness of spring flowers, the heat of summer, the coziness of fall, the gentleness of winter. how my muse shows their love for your’s: Handwritten love letters. Sneaking a sticky note where only he can see it. Hugs and kisses. Learning to make him a damn fine cup of coffee. Taking him on the occasional time trip. Making him dinner. Among other things! their favourite ways to give affection: Hugs, kisses, and cuddles. And sex. who is more dominate ?: Dale!who sings in the shower ?: Both when they’re not in the shower at the same time! who washes the other’s hair in the shower ?: Riley washes Dale’s hair out of love. who initiates shower sex despite being in a rush ?: DALE! who teases the other under the table at dinner with the family ?: Riley! who has the weirder taste in music ?: Well given they’re from different time eras… both! who would initiate dancing in the rain ?: Dale more than likely! who would be the one to suggest marriage ?: Dale. Or maybe Riley?? what would they name their children ?: More than likely after their parents.who would their children take after more ?: Dale’s looks and courage, Riley’s heart and healing gift.

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