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Love and Lying Pt. 1

This will fill the "How bad is it?" space on my @jacklesversebingo card. The prompt will be bolded.

Summary: Will Y/N and Jensen love each other or live in lies?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Angst - reader. Smut. Unprotected P in V sex. Fingering. Oral (f receiving). Jensen being kind of an asshole. Also being a hero, and a rockstar, and the sexiest mofo ever.

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Word Count: 6,230

A/N: So, this is kind of a joint request from the lovely @candy-coated-misery0731, and @envyaurora95. They saw this picture of Jensen...

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...and after chatting about it, decided to very kindly ask if I could write something smutty for it. So, I have. 😊

This was supposed to be a one shot, but it will be a short two part series instead. Sorry! It got away from me, and ended up with much more plot than I was originally planning on. 😄 I'm hoping to have Part 2 up on the 23rd. The second part will also cover a square in the jacklesverse bingo - "Rumors". Hope this first part, at least, was what you were hoping for, my lovlies!

Also, the Radio Company song "Ain't No Telling" features in the story, and if you haven't listened to it, click here to do so. Definitely worth it!

A/N 2: As always, of course this is a Jensen from another part of the Multiverse, who is single. This is an absolute work of fiction.

The beautiful dividers, both below and at the bottom were created by @saradika

January

“Hey baby! I’m sorry, I know I said seven, but…” Y/N heard Jensen’s voice booming from the living room in the five star hotel suite they were staying in for the week.

He walked into the bedroom with his phone in his hand. He was looking down at the screen and frowning; his voice was distracted.

“I was gonna text you, and then I was - “ He looked up from his phone to see Y/N sitting on the end of the bed. His smile started and then stopped as his eyes snagged on the two packed suitcases at her feet.

The room was suddenly silent, the noisy, ceaseless traffic sounds muted by their distance from the street thirty stories below them. Jensen closed his phone and slipped it into his pocket. He gave a brief nod to the suitcases.

“You’re packed and leaving.” He said, stating the obvious.

Y/N folded her hands in her lap, trying desperately to keep them from shaking. But her voice wavered as she responded. “Yes. Look, I think…I think it’s time we admit this isn’t working.”

Jensen’s face registered surprise. “Oh.” He said quietly. “Oh, you’re…you’re LEAVING - leaving. Like, for good, forever.”

Y/N felt his soft words pierce her heart. “I think…” she tried to get the words out past the lump in her throat. “I mean, you can’t tell me you think what we’re doing here is…you have to admit that this isn’t working.”

Jensen shook his head, the surprise fading from his face. In its place came the stubborn set of his chin, and the mask of nonchalance he wore when he was avoiding something. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t do that.” Y/N said, frustration seeping in. “Don’t act like I’m crazy, like I’m making things up.”

Jensen folded his arms across his chest. “Well, I can’t just pretend like I get it.”

Y/N gritted her teeth, frustrated at having to "explain" what they both knew. "I’ve hit a wall with you, Jensen, that I simply can’t get past. Can’t go over it, can’t go around it or through it. Ever since we’ve been together…this whole last year - ever since we decided to take our friendship to the next level, you’ve been keeping me at arms length. You don’t discuss things with me, not your worries or your wants. We don’t make decisions together, you won’t bring me into your life. We were so much closer when we were friends.”

She took a deep breath. “So, I think maybe we should go back to that.” She felt her stomach lurch as she made the suggestion. “Go back to being friends, I mean. I think you were happier that way.”

Jensen scoffed “Oh, was I?”

Y/N shrugged. “Weren’t you? You seemed to be. You talked to me about stuff then, seemed to value my opinion. Now, you just keep everything bottled up inside you. You don’t tell me anything, don’t share anything with me.”

Y/N stood up and walked to where Jensen was standing, anger radiating off of him. She laid her hand on his forearm. “Jensen.” She said softly, looking up into his face. He wouldn’t meet her eye. “Jensen, I love you.”

His jaw clenched and ticked, and she felt the muscles under her hand tense. She waited a moment and although she’d known she wouldn’t hear the words back - even though that had been her point in telling him one more time - the silence that greeted her still lit a burning ache in her chest.

She stepped back, but Jensen shot his hand out to grab her wrist and keep her close. His voice was angry and exasperated. “Y/N look, do you want me to lie? Do you want me to just say the words and not have them mean anything?”

Y/N couldn’t help the tears that spilled down her cheeks. “No.” She whispered. “Of course I don’t. I want them to mean everything to you. I want you to feel the truth of them in your soul.” She shrugged and pulled her wrist out of his grasp, pretending her heart wasn’t splintering. “But that’s sort of the point - you don’t feel them, don’t mean them.”

She breathed deeply through her nose. “And that’s why I have to go. I love you but…”

“No, that’s the fucking point, Y/N.” Jensen raged as she bent to pick up her baggage. “You love me, ‘but’. That’s the whole problem. You’ll only love me on your terms, on your timetable. You love me, but you’re just gonna walk away because I won’t play along the way you want me to.”

Jensen was breathing hard, shouting now. “You can’t just force me into whoever you want me to be, can’t just mold me and -”

“Jensen.” Y/N cut him off with a soft, gentle voice. She stood with her bags in hand and shook her head at him, sadness overwhelming her. “Jensen, I’m not her. I’m not trying to mold you into something you’re not. I’m not trying to change you - don’t wanna change you. But…”

Y/N took in another long, wavering breath and finished her earlier thought. “I love you, but I won’t be in love alone.” She shrugged. “It’s too lonely.”

She reached up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, but he pulled away from her, and his eyes burned holes into her, the bright green was beautiful, but as hard as jade. “Just go then. Don’t bother with the platitudes. Dunno why you even bothered to stick around for good-bye.”

He spun on his heel and slammed out of the suite. Y/N couldn’t help dropping her bags to the ground and sinking back down onto the foot of the bed. Her stomach plummeted in disappointment once again, and as tears fell steadily down her cheeks, she was able to finally admit to herself that she’d been desperately hoping that he’d tell her to stay. It was probably stupid, but she’d hoped the threat of losing her for good would make him open up and let her in.

But it hadn’t. He wanted her gone. He’d much rather lose her than love her. For a wild moment she contemplated staying, trying to love enough for the both of them. But she knew that was impossible. She contemplated spending another year like the last, always doubting, feeling like she was so close to reaching him, just to have him pull away - just to watch him fall back into his charming ways, all smiles and quick jokes, and no real connection.

It was impossible, and it would only make it that much harder to leave later. So, she picked up her bags and said another silent goodbye to the man who’d hold her heart forever.

“Be happy.” She whispered to the ghosts she left behind.

April

The bar was crowded and noisy; twenty years ago it would have been smoky too. The people inside were slightly rowdy, and ready for a good show.

Y/N felt slightly overdressed in her little black dress. A few women wore something similar, but most women were just in short skirts and tube tops. The vast majority of guys were in t-shirts and jeans.

She sighed. Yep, overdressed.

She perked up slightly as she approached the table her friends were sitting at and saw Briana stand up to hug her, with Kim close behind. Kim wore a fancy top and sleek, shiny pants, and Briana’s dress was tight and black as well. They both looked gorgeous and Y/N was glad that at least she fit in a bit more with her own group.

They were all here to watch Louden Swain perform their set, and Y/N was very excited. She loved the band so much; they were all such sweethearts, and she always had so much fun hanging out with the group. It had been too long.

As she gave both Kim and Briana a hug she was smiling wide, a smile that died quickly as she glanced towards the door and saw Jensen striding towards them.

“What the fuck?” Y/N whispered.

Briana looked over her shoulder and then turned back to stare worriedly at Y/N. “He’s…I mean, he’s probably just here to support the band, you know.”

As Briana finished talking, Jensen walked up to where Rob was standing beside the stage and pulled the smaller man into a tight hug. The two spoke close together, straining to hear each other over the music blaring from the loudspeakers. Finally Jensen pounded his friend on the back and turned towards the table Rob pointed at, where all his other friends were sitting.

He froze as he saw Y/N watching him over Briana’s shoulder. There was a very long pause where no one moved or said anything. It was finally Briana who broke it. She pushed Y/N towards Kim who scooted her over to the other end of the long table they sat at, while Briana walked briskly up to Jensen.

She gave him a warm hug and said something into his ear. Y/N figured she was probably telling him the same thing she told her. They were here to support the band, and that was all. The table was big, and the bar was incredibly noisy.

There would be no need for them to interact.

But Y/N’s night was effectively ruined. She smiled at everyone and bopped along with the band as they performed. But her mind simply wasn’t there, it was ten feet down the table where Jensen sat between Rich and a blonde woman she didn’t recognize.

Y/N tried not to stare, but she couldn’t help but notice that the woman was beautiful…and that she kept touching Jensen. She laughed uproariously at everything he said, and she just kept putting her hands on him - touching his bicep to get his attention, or putting both her hands on his while she was laughing, her head bent towards his.

Jensen seemed to be enjoying the company. He was talking with her and smiling, and he did nothing to discourage the touching.

As the band finished one song and were switching around some guitars for the next, Y/N leaned over to Briana.

“Who’s the woman beside…Jason?” She asked, swapping out Jensen’s name with Jason’s at the last minute. But Briana saw through that anyway and gave her a sympathetic look.

“I think her name is Tara. From what I know, she’s an old friend of Jason’s. But I’m not sure how they know each other. He’s brought her to a couple get togethers.” Briana shrugged. “She seems nice enough.”

Y/N nodded. “Oh. Cool.” She said quietly just as the band struck up the next song. She hadn’t thought her evening could get worse, and yet it had. And the worst was yet to come.

At the end of the song, Rob held a hand out towards their table. “I wanna give a big thanks to my cheering section over here.” The band clapped and the rest of the bar joined in.

Rob’s smile was huge as he pointed a finger at Jensen. “Now, I need a little more help, onstage this time, and if we all cheer really loudly, we may just guilt my good friend, Mr. Jensen Ackles into joining us on stage!”

Rob finished with a yell as the bar exploded into cheers. Jensen was waving his hands and shaking his head, but the people around him were pushing him, quite literally to get up on the stage. Tara was pushing the hardest, shoving on his broad shoulder and then clapping excitedly when he got up.

Y/N felt her stomach twist in knots. This was too much.

Finally Jensen was cajoled, and physically forced onto the stage. He was smiling, but Y/N could tell he was nervous by the way he rubbed his hands together and then shoved them in his pockets. He bent slightly as Rob reached up to yell in his ear. Jensen seemed to think something over and then shrugged and nodded.

Rob walked back to the microphone and lifted his hand and everyone quieted down to hear him. “Okay, so we always drag Jensen onstage to sing a song the band knows well, but we’ve all been practicing, and we really wanna do a Radio Company song with Jensen this time.”

Everyone clapped and cheered some more as Rob called out. “I’ll do my best to impersonate Steve.” He said with a laugh. “Okay, one of the songs we know well, and is primarily Jensen singing, is the song, ‘Ain’t No Telling’. And the man himself has agreed to sing it for us!”

There was more applauding as Jensen moved into position behind the lead microphone, and Rob moved into position a bit behind him, adjusting the mic stand there so that he could sing harmony. Mike started playing the soft piano that began the ballad, and the bar quieted down, ready to listen to Jensen’s angelic voice.

Y/N, however, was panicking slightly, sure she'd never be able to take this. But I can't possibly get up and run out of here now. She thought desperately. It would be so obvious and make me look pathetic and weak.

So she tried to brace herself, but still felt chills run down her spine as Jensen’s slightly raspy vocals filled the room.

Oh, the fact is Cold but true love Ain't no tellin' Who I am One day sweetness Next day laughter Followed by the anger Coming up from within Who are you holding onto now? Who are you holding onto now? When you need it And you know that I'm a little far away Ain't no tellin' no Where the hell I am Just believe in Every time When we feel it again Tell me, who are you holding onto now? Oh, who are you holding onto now?

Though Jensen didn’t look her direction during the entire song, she still felt like he was singing every line straight to her.

He was so achingly beautiful, and so painfully, effortlessly sexy, it made Y/N's body thrum with want.

His hair had grown a bit longer in the four months since she'd seen him last, and it suited him very well. The honey and cinnamon colored waves fell forward over his forehead as he looked down at the stage, throwing shadows across his face. His eyes were closed, but even from ten feet away she could see the way his eyelashes brushed the tops of his cheeks. His soft, silky looking beard did a beautiful job of perfectly framing his luscious mouth. Y/N tried not to moan aloud as she remembered the perfect slide of those lips across her skin.

Everything about him - his voice, his eyes, his lips, his hands - even his rolled up sleeves that showed off his muscular, freckled forearms - it all made her ache terribly.

The song's lyrics made Y/N’s heart race fast, and crack into a million pieces at the same time. She looked towards Tara, who was staring raptly and adoringly at Jensen, and swallowed harshly, throwing the song's question back at him.

Who are you holding onto now?

As the song slowed to its conclusion and the bar went crazy, shouting and cheering, Y/N put a hand on Briana’s forearm and shot her a quick smile. “Be right back.” She said, nodding towards the restrooms in the back of the bar. She hated Briana’s look of pity and understanding. Y/N wanted to be nonchalant and cool about everything, but the wounds of Jensen’s absence were too fresh.

She stayed in the bathroom for nearly ten minutes just willing herself not to cry. She couldn’t go back out there with puffy eyes, on top of everything else.

When she felt slightly less prone to bursting into tears, she washed her hands, took a deep breath, and faked a smile.

The men and women’s washrooms were both down a long hallway, with the women’s at the very end. Just as she walked out, there was a guy walking out of the men’s room and wiping his hands on his jeans. He was medium height, with brown hair that was slicked back, and watery blue eyes that were slightly bloodshot. He wore jeans and a dark blue work shirt with a patch embroidered on the chest that said his name was “Bert.”

He noticed Y/N and he smiled a greasy smile, the kind of smile guys wore when they hit on her, and were sure they were irresistible. Y/N gave a wan kind of smile in return, and tried to walk past him, but he moved to block the narrow hallway.

“What’s your rush, cutie? Stay and chat awhile.” He said with another too-toothy smile.

Y/N’s smile faded and she shook her head at him. “Sorry. Not a big fan of chatting outside a bathroom.” She moved to the side again to show she wanted to walk around him, but he didn’t budge, and if she wanted to get past, she’d have to get physical - something she was desperately hoping to avoid.

But Bert didn’t seem to like her smart alec answer, and his eyes got colder by a degree. “Well, we don’t have to stay here, beautiful. Let me buy you a drink, and then,” he stepped closer to her and she gagged slightly at the cloud of body spray that surrounded him, “then let me take you back to my place, and show you the best night you ever had.”

Y/N wasn’t sure what direction to take - play along so maybe he’d move, and she could take off when they were out of the hallway, or just tell him to go fuck himself. If she played along she ran the risk of making him really pissed when she took off after, but she also ran the risk of pissing him off immediately if she just told him to get lost.

Rather spontaneously, she simply decided she had no patience left in her for this asshole.

“Absolutely not.” She told him firmly. “I have no interest in your offer. Now, please get out of my way and let me out of this hallway.”

As though she hadn’t even spoken, he moved closer, pushing her back a step. “You’re gonna love it baby, I promise.”

Y/N felt her stomach clench in fear and was just getting ready to stomp on his toes, or knee him in the nuts, or both, when she heard a familiar voice speak from behind Bert.

“Stop crowding the lady, asshole, and let her pass.”

Y/N felt relief flow through her as she looked down the hallway and saw Jensen standing just inside the entrance.

Bert looked over his shoulder and lifted his chin in a dismissive gesture towards Jensen. “Nobody’s talkin’ to you, jackass. Just keep movin’.”

Jensen shook his head even though Bert was back to ogling Y/N, and wasn’t looking. “That’s not gonna happen. I’m only gonna warn you once.” He walked down the hall towards them. “Give it up, walk away, and your nose can stay unbroken.” Jensen issued the warning in a conversational tone.

Finally Bert turned around to face him properly. Jensen’s size seemed to make him hesitate for a moment. Jensen had a good three or four inches on him, as well as about thirty pounds of muscle. But Bert's bravado and ego got the better of him.

“Bring it on, fucker, I’ve dealt with guys like you before. Think you’re Mr. Hotshot, but your nothin’ special. I could take you in my sleep.”

Jensen stared at him, two dimples showing up just above his top lip as he scowled, annoyance etched into his features as though Bert was a particularly bothersome fly he couldn’t swat. He shook his head and reached past him, holding his hand out for Y/N to take. “Come on, sweetheart.”

Y/N reached for him instantly, but Bert made the very huge mistake of slapping her hand away from Jensen’s. Y/N gasped, more from shock than pain, but she was looking at Jensen and saw his expression turn from annoyed to enraged. In the blink of an eye, his right fist came up to slam into Bert's face; a sickening crack sounded as his nose shattered and he fell to the floor.

Jensen reached over Bert’s prone figure and offered his hand to Y/N once again. She took it and he helped her step over the loudly moaning man. They walked away and were just barely out of the hallway, when they heard Bert rising up and bellowing in fury. They turned around in time to see Bert whipping down the hallway towards where they were now standing in the back part of the bar.

Jensen had just enough time to push Y/N out of the way before Bert was tackling him into an empty table and chairs. The two men crashed through it, splintering the wood and falling into the debris. Bert got in one good punch before Jensen rolled him over and began pummeling his face and body. Half a dozen punches later, the bouncers showed up to pull them apart.

There was a lot of confusion and yelling, and Y/N just stood with her hands over her mouth, stunned speechless. Soon, all their friends were in the back with them trying to make sense of what had happened. Thankfully, they sorted it out pretty quickly. One of the bartenders had seen Bert tackle Jensen, so the smaller man was just tossed out of the bar with a warning not to come back, or police would be involved.

Eventually their friends began to filter back to the table, and the staff back to their jobs. But Tara stayed, cooing over Jensen’s purpling cheek and split bottom lip, coaxing him to come back to her hotel room so she could fix him up.

Y/N felt her stomach turn and her exhausted brain decided that she’d taken all she possibly could for one evening. She smiled at Jensen as he stood beside Tara while she ran her hands over his knuckles and tutted at their scrapes.

“Thank you.” She said simply. Her extreme gratitude for his rescue couldn’t really be summed up with two simple words, but that was all she could get out without bursting into tears.

“Course.” Jensen said stiffly. He looked like he had more to say, but Y/N just smiled again and ducked past them quickly, admitting to herself that she was definitely running away.

***

Hours later, Y/N was sitting slumped on her couch, still dressed in her little black dress, heels kicked off under her coffee table, and an almost empty glass of wine in her hand. It was her second one, and she was just beginning to feel the pleasant fuzziness at the edges of her consciousness, when she heard a sharp knock at her door.

Looking at her phone, she saw it was past one in the morning, and no one had texted her to say they were coming over. She sat up, but didn't move to the door until the knock came again.

She snuck up to the door quietly and peered out of the peephole. She let out a fairly loud squeal of surprise when she saw Jensen on the other side. She saw him look up at the door and knew he'd heard her. With no other choice if she wanted to try and maintain her “just fine” facade when it came to him, she turned the deadbolt and opened the door.

There was a full ten seconds of awkward silence as they stood just staring at each other. It may have only been seconds but it felt endless. Finally Y/N broke it.

“Hey.”

Jensen nodded and gave a fleeting smile. “Hey.”

Another awkward silence.

Then Jensen shook his head. “Sorry, I just…uh…you left pretty fast, and…and I just wanted to make sure you were good. You know, from the…just with everything.”

Y/N smiled back, her smile equally brief and unnatural. “Yeah, oh yeah.” She waved dismissively. “Yeah, he was mostly just a douche, you know.”

Jensen nodded, and a beat passed before Y/N frowned and asked, “How about you?” She pointed at his split lip and bruised cheek. “How bad is it?”

He lightly brushed his forefinger against his lip, rubbing the cut there, and then shrugged. “Yeah, it’s nothing. Guy punched like a…well, like a douchebag, I guess.” He smiled again and it was slightly closer to his real smile.

Y/N nodded and was desperately trying to figure out her next move when Jensen pointed around her into her apartment. “Uh, do you mind…can I…?”

Y/N panicked slightly at the idea of letting Jensen in, but she moved back and ushered him inside “Yeah, sure.” He closed the door behind him, and now they stood awkwardly inside her apartment instead of outside. Desperate to break the torturous silence, Y/N pointed toward her kitchen.

“Can I get you a drink, or something?”

But Jensen just shook his head. “N’ah, I’m good.”

So Y/N’s escape plan into the kitchen was thwarted. After a moment Jensen waved his hand around to indicate her apartment. “This is…new…nice.”

Y/N nodded, starting to feel like a bobblehead doll. “Yeah, I like it.” She frowned as a thought occurred to her. “How did you know where to find me?”

Jensen looked slightly guilty. “I bugged Briana til she told me.”

“Ah.” Y/N said. “That would do it.”

A spasm of a smile crossed Jensen’s face and then he opened his mouth and started to say something, but then quickly closed it. He looked a little wildly around the room as though he might find the words he sought, written on the walls.

Finally, he exhaled loudly and spun around towards the door. “K, well, I’m glad you’re good.” He said with another careless smile thrown back over his shoulder. “See ya.”

And just like that, he was gone again.

Y/N stood in the middle of her living room, completely at sea. “What the hell was that?” She whispered out loud to herself.

She stood in the same spot for almost five minutes trying to puzzle it out, before another sharp, loud knock came to the door. Without looking through the peephole this time, she just pulled the door open and wasn’t the least surprised this time to see Jensen standing on the other side.

Bewildered, yes. Surprised, no.

“Jensen,” she said with a confused shake of her head, “what on earth ar-”

She gasped as he cut her off by grabbing the back of her head in his big hand and pulling her into his embrace. His mouth crashed down on hers, the kiss desperate and slightly brutal. Y/N moaned deeply as he thrust his tongue past her lips to ravage her mouth, moving his two hands so that they gripped her cheeks and held her in place as he pillaged her tongue, sucking it into his mouth, and licking deeply into hers.

He shifted his lips on hers, and Y/N took the moment to try and come to her senses. She pushed at his forearms and wrenched her head away from him.

“What…” Her voice was completely breathless and high-pitched. She tried to lower it. “What the hell are you doing?”

She tried to step away from him, but he grabbed hold of her upper arms and held her there. “Please, Y/N, I just…fuck I miss you.”

Y/N shivered at the dark desire in his mossy green eyes and deep, rough voice, but she shook her head. “Jensen…we can’t just…” She floundered for words, trying desperately to remain sensible. This was madness!

“I know.” Jensen said, dropping his forehead to hers. “I know, and I know I’m an asshole for coming here, but…”

Y/N could see, close up, his jaw clenching and the muscle twitching there, and it made her lower belly clench.

“But,” Jensen continued, “when I saw you there tonight, in this sexy little black dress…jesus fuck.” He moved his hands from her arms to grip her waist, bunching up the soft, clingy material of her dress in his big fists. “All I wanted to do was rip it off you.”

Y/N was breathing heavily, as though she’d run a mile. A whine entered her voice, as she tried to plead with herself more than him. “We can’t do this…it’s not…” His lips just grazed hers, and his soft, minty breath drifted across them.

“Tell me to go.” He whispered roughly. “Say the word - I’ll go.”

They stayed frozen together like that for quite a few rapid heartbeats before Y/N finally shook her head, conceding defeat, and acknowledging she never had any hope of victory.

“No. Don’t.” She bit her lip and then looked deeply into his eyes for the first time in a long time. “Don’t go.”

Jensen slammed the door shut with his foot, and only then did Y/N realize it was still open. Jensen had been her only focus since he’d charged through it. He grabbed her head in his hands again and kissed her deeply, still rough and desperate. He walked her backwards until they hit her bookshelves, knocking down a few paperbacks.

Jensen pulled away from her mouth only to dip his head beneath her jaw. He nibbled at the extremely soft skin there, before running his tongue down her neck and across her shoulder, pulling the straps of her dress out of his way so he could bare her shoulder and suck bruises and leave teeth marks across her skin.

Y/N desperately shoved his black button up off of his shoulders and yanked his t-shirt over his head. Her hands were trembling, and it felt as though her entire body was shaking in anticipation. When she finally got her hands on his bare skin, she rubbed them down over his ribcage, and then up under his arms and around to his back. She dug her nails into the taut muscles there and Jensen growled out a moan.

Suddenly he pulled back from her and spun her around. She grabbed hold of the shelves in front of her as she felt Jensen’s hands grip the top of her dress. Without even attempting the zipper, he ripped it apart with a grunt, tearing the dress in half.

Y/N wanted to protest him ruining her dress, but she lost all coherent thought as he reached over her shoulder and shoved his hand down the front of her dress. His nimble fingers freed the front clasp of her bra quickly, and he wrapped his massive hand around her breast, squeezing her almost too hard. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and the puckered bud began to ache for more.

His mouth didn’t leave her body as he pressed her against the shelves. He trailed his lips down her neck and then down her back, pushing the two sides of her dress off of her completely. He pulled her bra off too, and tossed it aside. Left in only her black, silky thong, she heard Jensen moan deeply and then felt him step back from her slightly.

When she looked over her shoulder, she felt her slick begin to drip down her thighs at the look of ravenous need on Jensen’s face. She could see the way he bulged out his black jeans and she couldn’t restrain a whimper.

She turned towards him and then fell to her knees. She reached for his zipper, but Jensen grabbed her hands.

“No baby, I can’t. You touch me right now and I’m gonna explode.” He pulled her back to standing and then grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his hips. “And I need to fuck you, need to sink so deep into you.”

He spoke deliciously into her ear as he carried her down her only hallway towards what he must have correctly assumed was her bedroom. He kissed her as he carried her to the bed. Then he leaned down to place her gently on the mattress. She let go of him long enough for him to shuck his jeans and underwear, her mouth watering at the delicious sight of his leaking, red-tipped cock.

Fuck he was beautiful.

He crawled onto the bed and then between her legs. She tried to wrap her legs around him again, but he easily pushed them open. He stared down at her pussy and his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

“Missed this pretty little pussy so much.” Jensen said as he laid his palm over her mound, fingers pointing towards her belly button, and then dipped his wide thumb into her folds to find her clit. The rough pad of his thumb circled it and soon had Y/N writhing, her hips bucking. Then he twisted his hand so that his thumb kept swirling around the hard little nub, but now his fingers could slide through her slick and then thrust deep and hard into her quivering body.

Y/N screamed as he pressed against her g-spot making her come instantly. Her body shook as he continued to fuck her slowly with his fingers before sinking onto his stomach and letting his tongue take over. He flicked it back and forth against her and made her nearly convulse with pleasure. She came again, on his tongue, gripping his long hair, and using it to keep his mouth pressed against her.

But he had no intention of moving any time soon, and kept her coming over and over. “Missed those sounds.” He said as Y/N shuddered and groaned and whimpered. “Say my name, darlin', I missed that too.”

Y/N grunted and then groaned as he slammed his three fingers into her particularly deep. “Fuck Jensen, oh fuck! Yes!”

He smiled against her dripping pussy and pressed his fingers against her g-spot again, ripping another blistering orgasm out of her. “Perfect.” He praised.

Her throat was raw from crying out her pleasure before Jensen finally moved up her body to lay over top of her. He pushed her messy hair away from her forehead and kissed her, featherlight, across her cheeks. He smiled softly at her now, as she looked up at him, her expression thoroughly blissed out and her eyes hazy.

“Missed your face like this. So beautiful, so completely open.” After a moment of watching Jensen watch her, Y/N’s mind cleared enough to register that his brow was crinkled in what looked like worry or fear. But before she could wonder about it for too long, he leaned down to press his lips ever so gently against hers.

As he kissed her, he easily slid his thick cock into her body. She clenched around him and he buried his face in her neck as he spoke, muffled, against her skin.

“And ungh, fuck! I missed this feeling. So tight and warm, so…so fucking perfect. Like…” He pulled out and slid back into her, moving incredibly slowly, savoring every inch. “Feels like - ungh!”

He growled as her cunt squeezed around him again, and he lost all ability to speak, becoming wild and a little brutal as he rutted into her, ramming harshly into her tight, wet, heat over and over, until he was lifting her of the bed with every thrust and Y/N was screaming and clawing his back, shoving her heels into his ass, pushing him deeper still. Finally, he exploded with a shout through gritted teeth, and as she climaxed one more time, she felt the familiar, warm feeling of his cum shooting deep inside her and filling her up.

They laid together, panting, for a long time. Everything felt surreal as Y/N began to float back to earth. It felt like she was in a very vivid dream. Eventually, Jensen rolled off of her and she moved onto her side so she could look at him. She opened her mouth to say something, to try and make sense of what had just happened between them, but Jensen put a finger to her lips and shook his head.

“Please, baby,” he said, exhaustion lacing his voice, “tomorrow, okay?”

He opened his arms, inviting Y/N to move into his embrace, and she did. She snuggled against him and pushed the questions out of her mind. Tomorrow would be soon enough to tackle some answers.

Yeah, tomorrow, she thought as she drifted off.

But when she woke in the morning, Jensen was gone.

No note, no text, no explanation. If it wasn’t for the bruises and bites he’d left on her skin, she might have thought he was just a dream in the night, just a figment of her imagination. But he'd been there, and now he was just gone, taking all of her answers and another slice of her heart along with him.

Part 2

1 - Jensen RPF + Any/All characters Jensen plays. @lyarr24 @deans-spinster-witch @impalaslytherin @maggiegirl17 @akshi8278 @candy-coated-misery0731 @deanswaywardgirl @slytherinlyn314 @globetrotter28 @jensensgirl @perpetualabsurdity @tristanrosspada-ackles @djs8891 @muhahaha303 @kayyay1219 @emily-winchester @recoveringpastaaddict @maximumkillshot @mimaria420 @sacriceria @envyaurora95 @lacilou @jc-winchester @spnwoman @mimi-luvzyu @jackles010378

3 - Any/All Fics (regardless of fandom/character.) @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @alexxavicry @nancymcl @spalady26

4 - Everything (includes fan vid/DOOL edits as well) @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @maliburenee @supernatural4life2022 @spn730015 @kickingitwithkirk @waywardbaby @foxyjwls007 @deanwanddamons @deandreamernp @deanwithscissors @myloversgone @snowlovespie @leigh70 @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @charred-angelwings @hopefuldreamers-world @jensensgotyoudean @thoughts-and-funnies @magssteenkamp @princessmisery666 @eevvvaa @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @waynes-multiverse @mrsjenniferwinchester @bernasaurus @jensenslady79 @courtn92 @avanatural @ellie-andthemachine @this-is-me19 @roseblue373 @katbratsupernaturalwhore @fanfic-n-tabulous @k-slla

#jensen ackles rpf #request fic #jacklesversebingo23 #jensen x reader #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles angst

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lovinglokilaufeyson · 1 year

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The Grinch

Pairings: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: FILTHY Smut, Bondage, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Oral Sex (Fem receiving) Possession, Dom!Loki, Sub!Reader, Angst (it’s in there somewhere, I’m sure), Fluff

Wordcount: 3,829

Summary: Loki Laufeyson is the Grinch of Asgard, and it seems only one thing will cure his lack of holiday spirit: You.

A/N: Just a warning that I started this little write about 2 years ago, but got the inspiration to finish it, so here it is. If the writing is a tad inconsistent, I apologize. However, I think this time of year is perfect for this post! Also, I recognize that there are some plotholes, such as Asgard having cars and phones and all, but honestly I was getting a little lazy to try and fill them. Let's just say that the holidays are celebrated on Asgard because of Thor's rule. However, most of this is pure, complete smut.

Loki Laufeyson. Well known by your town to be one of the meanest, cruelest, and most terrifying beings. He was unusually cruel to humans, children, and he had an incredible disdain for the holidays. He had an extreme lack of holiday spirit, and everyone knew it.

Your best friend, Y/F/N, came tumbling towards you, finished with her classes for the day. Sadly, you weren’t taking any of the same core classes, but you still maintained a sturdy friendship, and for that, you were grateful for. It was officially December 23rd, and you and Y/F/N had a tradition to go and look at all of the Christmas lights around the city.

As you wandered around the city, wrapped in your jackets, you and Y/F/N noticed something. The lights in the city were no longer the bright, colorful ones, but replaced with dreary colors, like black and grey. And the next day, when you attempted another go around, the lights had completely disappeared. Why? You didn’t know.

“Y/N, I think we should try something new this year.” Y/F/N spoke, and you looked at her with a puzzled look. You weren’t exactly sure what else you could try in this town. It was small, but well suited for everyone living in it. Everyone knew everyone, the same stories carried on from generation to generation, but that’s how everyone liked it. They weren’t suited for big, bustling cities like Perero, or Largos. At least the ones that stayed.

Y/F/N blindfolded you, and you felt your mind trying to identify your location by the twists and turns she made with the car. But you still didn’t have a clue. When she pulled you out of the car, you felt a chill run up your spine. “Y/F/N?” But she was already in the car, driving further and further away. You took off your blindfold and cursed to yourself, stomping your foot dramatically. “Ugh!” She did this same thing on Halloween too, except it was much more fitting then. Now, with the higher altitude, you felt as though you might freeze to death. You went to grab your phone out of your jacket pocket, but soon realized that you had left it charging in Y/F/N’s car. You cursed to yourself oncemore, trying to think of ways out of this situation she had put you in.

After about 20 minutes of wandering, you came to the conclusion that she was not coming back, at least for a while. You decided to try and find a safe place to camp out, though you weren’t sure if that was possible. You quickly spotted an entrance into what seemed like a cave, and jumped at the opportunity. Entering the cave, you shook with fear, anticipation, and from the cold. Your face must’ve been red in the cheeks and on your nose, that’s how you were when you got cold.

Suddenly, a voice from the other end of the cave frightened you like no other. In a smooth, yet tough voice, a man spoke. “Don’t you know how to knock?! It’s rude to trespass on private property!” You shook with fright, hearing those words.

“I’m very sorry sir! My friend abandoned me up here and I’m very cold. I thought I could seek shelter inside. I’m sorry I didn’t think about it beforehand.” You spoke hesitantly, yet hoping that he could possibly take pity on your situation. He was closer now, you could tell. You smelt the slight, woodsy fragrance repelling itself off of him. “I’m so sorry. I’ll leave.” You began to turn before you felt a cold hand grasp onto your wrist, harshly.

“No.” And before you knew it, you were pulled into the light of his home, seeing his face for the first time. His chiseled features outlined by the shadows from the candles on the walls. He was very handsome, you noted. But, as you looked closer, you realized something.

This man was none other than Loki Laufeyson. The man that destroyed Christmas every year, that dreaded the holidays, and that tried to make everyone’s life in this town a living hell. He stole Christmas lights, gifts, every holiday decoration you could think of. All of it, gone in an instant. No one ever knew why, or even had a clue. Even Thor Odinson, Loki’s step brother and the leader of Asgard, could never answer why. He, like the rest, didn’t know.

“I-“ you began, trying your best to back away from his presence and outside the cave. But that did not go along swiftly with Loki. He tightened his grip, and you quickly complied. You didn’t want to anger him any further, so you decided to just go along with what he said. Though it was hard to bare.

“Come with me, pet.” You followed Loki into a quaint, cozy bedroom with a king sized bed, and a fireplace in the corner, both lighting up the room and warming it all at once. You were extremely cold before, but the warmth helped.

“Now now, you can’t just come into my home without something to offer me, see?” He whispered, a smirk forming on his delicate lips. “What do you have for me, darling?”

“I- um” You stuttered, seeing a smirk appear upon his face.

“Nothing?” His eyes pierced, focusing in directly at you. You nodded your head in fear.

“I’m sorry.” You spoke, your stutter prevalent.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m sure we’ll find something.” He laid you down on his bed, covering you with a blanket he had in a dresser drawer on the other side of the room. “Sleep tight, darling.” He whispered as he tucked you in.

Waking up, you cursed to yourself for a moment, before realizing the events the night before. You were in Loki Laufeyson’s residence, and you had to figure out something to ‘offer’ him.

Suddenly you realized you couldn’t move your arms, nor your legs, and you panicked. As much as you tried to escape, you knew it wouldn’t happen. Your binds seemed to tighten every time you tried. As you looked over, you noticed the black leather that surrounded your wrists and ankles. There were handcuffs restricting your movement.

You shook your head as tears welled up in your eyes. What was this monster planning?

"Darling, you're okay." You turned and saw Loki, standing their intimidatingly. Though his words were sweet, his stature was not. He had a stoic expression on his face. "Don't cry." He spoke, as the tears in your eyes welled up even more, coming so close to spilling over onto your cheeks. "Please don't hurt me." You begged. "Oh darling, what I want to do to you is far from hurting you." He chuckled, then backtracked slightly. "Well, for the most part."

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't think that Loki Laufeyson was drop dead gorgeous. You knew that his brother, Thor, was the king of Asgard, but there was no denying that Loki was mysterious and oddly arousing. There was just something about him. Suddenly, you were imagining Loki shirtless, on top of you, thrusting into you.

"Darling?" You snapped out of your trance, your cheeks turning crimson as you looked at him. "Sorry." You spoke. "Listen, you're safe with me. I'm not going to do anything you don't want to, love. However, the offer does stand. Seeing as you're the most gorgeous Asgardian woman I've seen in my time, and those thoughts that just played through your dirty mind, I think you'd like what I have in store for you." He winked playfully, a subtle smirk left on his face.

Fuck. He was so tempting.

"I'll undo your cuffs for now, doll. But you can let me know, okay?" What was this? In comparison to the man you met mere hours before, he was kind, almost softly dominant? Maybe his intimidation was just a mask, and Loki was really just a teddy bear on the inside.

The truth was, Loki hadn't met a kind stranger in a long while. Let alone someone so beautiful, innocent, and breathtaking. Not that the thoughts that you had of him were very innocent. There was just something about the aura you gave off that just screamed ruin me. Loki was very willing to fulfill that. Eager, even. Initially, he was annoyed at the presence of someone at his door. However, the more he was around you, the more his heart was warmed. Loki was unsure the last time he felt this way. With the death of his parents and his brother ruling the entirety of Asgard, he always felt ostracized. Since his invasion of Midgard in 2012, he would never be the good guy. Loki felt like he was born to be a villain.

"Wait-" you spoke suddenly, as he got to the first cuff. You contemplated for a moment, but then thought. What do you really have to lose? Loki Laufeyson was a beautiful man, and you really had nothing better to do for the time being. Given that your friend decided that it would be a wonderful idea to drop you off in the middle of nowhere to freeze in mid-December. The worst that he could do was kill you, and you figured that if that was your fate, Loki already would have made it so. "I want you." You stumbled out.

Loki put your ankle back in its place, then tutted as he walked his fingers along your shin. You shivered, but weren't able to move your body but a mere centimeter. "You do, darling?" Loki questioned, running his fingers up the inner portion of your shin, making his way up your leg. Soon, he had reached your inner thigh, and just with the mere touch of his fingers, you felt a puddle form between your legs. "I want you so bad" you moaned, and a smirk formed on Loki's face. "That is wonderful to hear, my love." Oh Gods, my. He said my love, and if at all possible, that made you even wetter than before.

You couldn't believe it. A God was about to take you, completely. Entirely. To be quite frank, you couldn't wait. Loki, however, wanted to take his time. Devour every last bit of you, slowly. He didn't want to miss a single bit of you.

It was at this moment you realized that your clothing was going to be shredded. There was no way to get anything off without A) removing the cuffs or B) ripping it off. You knew that in your current state, you had no patience to have multiple steps for your clothing removal. It needed to be RIPPED off. STAT.

Loki, sensing your anticipation, began to strip you of your clothes. First were your pants, which he tugged at before they ripped at the seams and came clean off of you. You had forgotten about your emerald lace underwear until now, which was a pleasant surprise for you. At least you were wearing something flattering, you thought.

"What a treat... you look like a goddess, darling." Loki spoke, and you stumbled out a "Thank you, L-Loki." "You're welcome, pet. You know, I think I might have to keep these for myself" he spoke, running his fingers along them. He brought his mouth close to your heat, and you felt yourself tense up. "Shhhh, relax my love." He spoke, and you felt your body fall limp slightly. His lips met the strap on the side of your leg, nipping at it with his teeth before he finally grasped it and pulled it. With that, your panties snapped off, and they hung delicately from Loki's mouth. He took them, folding them and shoving them into his pocket.

"Oh darling, you are a treat." You blushed as he stared at your dripping heat. "Dripping for me, and I've hardly even touched you. Do I even need to touch you, my love?" He questioned you. "Please, Loki, please touch me." You begged. "As you wish, doll." He buried his face into your folds, his tongue violating your clit almost immediately. "Fuck FUCK- Gods- Loki-" you squirmed, but he reached over to hold your hips down with his hands. His tongue spiraled delicately around your clit, putting the perfect amount of pressure on it. You could barely have a single thought with how much pleasure Loki was putting you through.

You felt the warm pressure building in your stomach, and you knew what was coming next. Loki however, wanted your climax to be on his cock. Your first, at least. He lifted his face from your heat, and you groaned, the lack of stimulation almost painful. In contrast to how much pleasure you had felt, this almost felt - wrong. Like you and Loki were made to touch and pleasure one another. To - dare you say it - love one another? No, no Y/N you thought to yourself. It's far to soon for that.

Loki placed himself on his knees in between your legs, preparing you and himself for what was about to happen. He knew that he wanted to take in every bit of you as he thrusted in and out of you, so his next order of business would be to remove your shirt and bra. Grabbing the bottom of your shirt, he spread his hands outward, ripping your shirt down the middle. He went for your bra next, using the same method to get it off of you. Your boobs gave a jiggle as the bra came off of them, and he eyed them, taking them in completely. He licked his lips, and you got eager thinking about what would be coming next. Hopefully you, you thought.

Loki brought his hands to your tits, slowly rolling your nipples between his fingers, to which you moaned in delight. You nipples were always a sensitive spot for you, and a sure-fire way to get you turned on even more than before. If that was even possible. Loki stepped back for a moment, and you both felt the unfortunate, cold feeling of decreased touch. Not for long, Loki thought, immediately discarding his clothing on the floor. His large member stood high, indicating that he had been erect for quite some time. His leather pants did little to hide that fact. "Oh, my sweet dove. You look so ready for me."

"I am ready" you nodded eagerly, and Loki chuckled at your state. Your arms and legs splayed outwards, your body completely exposed, your heat wet for him. All for him, you thought. You didn't remember the last time that a man made you feel this way. However, Loki wasn't necessarily a man - he was a God. And it definitely showed.

Loki rubbed his tip against your wet folds, gaining some lubrication. "Tell me if you want me to stop, angel." You nodded in understanding, and Loki began pressing the head of his cock into you. You moaned, and he stopped for a moment. "Gods, you're so big. Fuck." After a few moments had passed and you adjusted to his size, you nodded, indicating him to continue.

He pressed onwards, stopping every few seconds to let you adjust to him. "You're mine, darling. All mine." He told you as he inserted his entire length inside of you. "Say it." He demanded. Feeling the entirety of him, you couldn't deny his statement. "I'm yours, Loki" you agreed. You couldn't wait for him to make his mark on you.

Loki began to thrust, ever so slightly at first, penetrating you, filling you more than any man ever had previously. His tip pressed against your cervix, his shaft rubbing elegantly against your g-spot. And his fingers, oh Gods his fingers - they were circling your clit, flicking it this way and that. "Mmmmm" you moaned for him, feeling a similar warmth in your stomach as you did previously. It kept building, especially with the way his fingers played with your clit.

He began thrusting faster, mumbling something about "how tight" you were. To tease - as much as you could in this state - you pulsed your canal, pulling him inwards and tighter than before. "Oh, you little-" Loki spoke, offput by your sudden movements. He thrusted even faster now, disabling you from making any more motions that you did previously. With his right hand still continuously stimulating your clit, he brought his left hand up to play with your nipple. "Lokkiiii" you moaned as this swift movement brought you much closer to climax.

"Are you close, my dear?" You nodded, unable to get any more words out. "Me too" he groaned. You felt his dick throb inside of you, and you knew Loki was about to cum. With one last circle of your clit and roll of your nipple in his fingers, you were brought to the edge. Loki's thrusting slowed as he pumped his semen inside of you. You shook with pleasure, your canal pulsating as you climaxed.

Loki began working on the cuffs, removing them first from your ankles, then your wrists. Redness surrounded them, but it wasn't anything a little rest couldn't fix. Loki brought his mouth to the sites, kissing each one.

"That was amazing, dove. You were amazing. Such a good girl for me." You shivered at those words, they likely could have been enough to make you cum yet again. You were able to move now, and decided to try and make your way off of the bed. As your feet hit the ground, however, the rest of your body tried to tumble. Luckily, Loki was observant next to you, and saved your from your fall. "Careful, love."

"T-thank you." You stuttered, looking up into his big ocean eyes. Loki leaned down to kiss you, still holding your body steady. One hand on your lower back, the other on your butt. He released the kiss for a moment, ready to give you an offer.

"Now, my darling, though I love to see my cum dripping onto your thigh, would you like to take a bath to clean up?" You nodded hesitantly, and Loki helped guide you to his bathroom, where he started the bathtub and placed some rose petals inside.

"After you, milady." He spoke, and you climbed into the tub. It was cozy, your whole body was surrounded my warmth. Loki climbed in behind you, and you sat yourself onto his lap. His member pressed into your back, but it wasn't nearly as erect as it had been. Not for long, at least. You and Loki sat in the tub for a few minutes before his need to make you cum returned. Sneakily, he brought his right hand around to your nether regions once again, immediately finding your clit. His other hand worked hard on squeezing your left breast, and as you were about to turn to dispute, Loki's lips were on yours, silencing you. You were completely at his mercy.

After a moment, Loki's lips let yours go, so that he could speak. "How many orgasms do you want tonight, my love?" At this you nearly choked, barely being able to respond. You shrugged, but Loki had an idea. "How about until the only thing you can think of is me, and the only word that flows from that pretty mouth of yours is my name."

You shuttered in response, but Loki knew it was what you wanted, too. He continued his assault on your clit and breast, tongue intertwined with yours. You lifted your legs to lay on either side of the bathtub, giving him a bit more room to work with. Soon, you felt that same feeling fill up your stomach, preparing you to climax. You began to moan uncontrollably, and Loki knew you were close. "Lokiii" you groaned out, your clit still slightly sensitive from earlier. You were, once again, on the edge.

Your calves and feet began to tense and you began to shake from the pleasure that overcame your body once again. "Fuck, Lokiiiii" you whimpered, the circulating of your clit was becoming too much. You were going to cum again. You became undone in Loki's arms, and he gave you several moments to regain consciousness. Not that you weren't conscious, but what you were experiencing was not of this universe. That you were certain of.

"Did that feel good, dove?" You nodded, still trying to respond despite your loss of sensation from every sense except touch. You were hyperaware of all the pleasureful sensations that overcame you, to the point where your sight, hearing, smell and taste all faded slightly.

After you and Loki both cleaned up in the tub, he started the drain. The petals slowly floated to the bottom, some suds still remaining. Never had someone prioritized your pleasure so much. And Gods, it was amazing. Had you died? Were you dreaming?

"I can assure you are not dreaming, my love. However, it seems you are still thinking of other things besides myself..." Loki brought his hand to the small of your back and began to bend you over. His cock hardened to it's entirety once more, and he forced you to watch in the mirror as he took you for a second time. He had leaned you over the counter so you had a detailed view of how precisely he pounded into you. You tried not to look at yourself, but Loki pulled your hair so that you were forced to watch the gratified faces you made with each and every stroke.

Not only did Loki make you cum again in this instance, he made you cum about 5 other times that night. You were his, and he, yours. For once, you were glad that Y/F/N abandoned you in an odd part of Asgard. In fact, you wouldn't have had it any other way.

That year, Loki felt a reason to be in the holiday spirit. Though he had initially planned, like every year, to diminish Asgard of its holiday decorations, it took a mere snap of his fingers to bring color back to the city. And so he did, you immediately jumping into his arms as you watched the city be refilled with vibrancy. "Hey Loki" you whispered, and he turned towards you. "Yes, my love?" A curious expression played on his face, waiting for you to answer.

"Can we do something fun?" Loki grabbed your hand, squeezing it slightly. "Like what, Y/N?"

"I want to get hot chocolate and roam downtown and look at all of the holiday lights." You told him. "Well, if my darling insists..." He smiled, holding you close, watching as your cheeks and nose turned pink with the nippy weather.

You and Loki wandered downtown Asgard, as promised. Hot cocoa in one hand, fingers intertwined on the other. Many Asgardians recognized Loki and smiled at the two of you, knowing that his cold heart had been warmed by you.

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watchinghallmark · 5 months

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Catch Me If You Claus - November 23rd on Hallmark Channel

Avery Quinn's shot at anchoring news clashes with a Santa-suited intruder, Chris, who insists he's Santa's son on a first Christmas mission. They unravel a career-making story together. Starring Italia Ricci and Luke Macfarlane.

#catch me if you claus #italia ricci #luke macfarlane #hallmarkedit

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twiwoncrackpopcorn · 1 year

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ツイステ Twisted Wonderland 3RD ANNIVERSARY - Campaign Gameplay

… too many thing oh heavens too many XDDD

About Grim :

Grim gives you login rewards during the Anniversary period, and you get “Bonus Item Drops” during Lessons.

Grim SR Ceremonial Robes is available for free when playing the Anniversary Event Story, you will get the Limited Card to start levelling him up after the Chapter.1 then you will get the permanent card after having collected 500 Yellow Tuna Cans and finished the Chapter.2, and you can Groooovy him after the 18th.

previous years Grim SRs (regular and Lab Coat) are available at Sam’s Shop,

Grim SR needs Yellow Tuna Cans this year (you obtain them during Lessons), to level up his Magic Spells, previous years Tuna Cans are available at Sam’s Shop,

Grim SR needs Grim candies from Alchemy Lessons to Groooovy + you can only Groooovy him after the 18th of March,

Grim Mission Stamps : login 3 days during the Anniversary period | gather 100 and 200 tuna cans | use Anniversary Grim as your Home character | level Anniversary Grim to level.20 | level one of Anniversary Grim magic spells to level.5 | do 40 and 80 Lessons with Grim (not Crowley Lessons or Alchemy) | do 30 Alchemy Lessons

Grim CG this year is anticipated with the third-years students and Ortho, completing the previous year’s roster :3

About the Mirror Gacha Banners :

we get 2 times (event start, 16.Mar and 18.Mar) a special free 10-pulls on the Permanent Banner, woohoo! This banner can only be used during the Event so MAKE SURE TO USE YOUR 10-KEYS THERE. Also this banner accumulates pulls you made on the Permanent Banner before the Anniversary and extra pulls you do on all Dorm SSRs (see below) so it’s quicker to get to the 100th-guaranteed SSR.

the Anniversary Banner features all Dorm SSRs including Malleus (but his Drop Rate is better on hid dedicated banner if you want him) and each pull gives you a 3-medal to exchange at the Shop,

each and every characters will have their Dorm SSR individual banner rerun twice during the Anniversary period, starting with Heartslabyul boys today 10th and on the 17th, Savanaclaw on the 11th and 18th, Octavinelle on 12th and 19th, Scarabia on 13th and 20th, Pomefiore on 14th and 21st, Ignihyde on 15th and 22nd, Diasomnia (excluding Malleus who is already having his banner) on 16th and 23rd.

At Sam’s Shop :

Anniversary Pack for 200 paid-jewels includes a 10-keys and various items,

you can trade 3-medals obtained from the mirror gacha against 1 birthday SSR key (all boys from White Suit series and Union Letterman series) and 1 event SSR key (Azul Beans Day, Ace Idia Ghost Marriage, Halloween, Leona Fairy Gala, Ruggie Vargas Camp, Deuce Stargazer),

you can get some mirror gacha keys at the Tuna Cans shop.

Other Gameplay released for the 3rd year of the Game :

I will make separate posts for them, but you get a new feature of “Special Lessons” with Headmaster Crowley, and the possibility to skip Lessons.

Also Sam’s Shop got a relooking, there is a new kind of 200th-guaranteed-SSR gauge for Characters and Event Banners, and the GuestRoom has a couple new functions such as giving out the keys to your preferred characters and crafting the Card CGs (regular and Groooovy) of the SSRs you own more than once (with duplicates of Perfumes).

Another new feature for SSR cards is a 3rd Magic Spell unlocking at the 3rd time you maxed them (with duplicates or perfumes).

#ツイステ #twisted wonderland #twst event #twst anniversary #twst gameplay

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crystallinestars · 9 months

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May I Have This Dance?

A little something to celebrate the birthday of another one of my favorite Genshin boys! Happy Birthday, Childe!

Contains: fem!reader, masquerade ball AU, spoilers for Childe's real name if you still haven't read his character stories

The Earl and Countess of Morepesok held a grand masquerade ball in honor of the 23rd birthday of their middle son Ajax. But more than just a birthday celebration, it was also a ploy to find their son a wife since he was long of age.

Being of age yourself, your parents insisted on attending. Though your father was a baron, several ranks lower than an earl, your family was still permitted to attend the ball. Which is how you found yourself dressed in a poofy gown, shimmering black and gold under the lights of the ballroom chandeliers, and your hair pinned up in a fancy bun. Completing your look was a black cat mask with gold accents.

You stood at the edge of the ballroom, surrounded by guests dressed in expensive, colorful clothing decorated in feathers, gems, sequins, and many more ornate details that your eyes couldn’t catch. Amongst the chattering of guests, you could make out the voices of the Earl and Countess somewhere nearby, asking where in the world their son went during his own celebration, and the meek apologies of what you assumed was their servant, but you chose to ignore the conversation.

The constant chatter, loud orchestral music, bright lights, and dancing of the guests overwhelmed you and gave you a headache. You didn’t want to be here since you had no interest in trying to appeal to the Earl’s son and becoming his wife, but your parents insisted. You knew disobeying was not in your best interest, so you came along just to please them.

Fortunately, your parents were busy chatting with some of their friends that were attending the masquerade and paid no attention to you. You used this opportunity to slip out to the balcony to enjoy some fresh night air. Beyond the balcony railing you could see an expansive flower garden with a small hedge maze and a fountain in the center. Though it was dark, the gardens were well illuminated by the lights coming from the ballroom windows, and to your luck there was nobody roaming about outside.

Wanting peace and quiet, you hoist your heavy skirts and descend down the steps leading from the balcony to the gardens. Carefully making your way through the dark, you follow the sound of the bubbling fountain somewhere until you finally find it. It was fairly large, taller than you, and with a wide rim you could sit on to admire the starry sky and crescent moon above.

As you rounded the fountain to find the best spot to hide yourself from the light of the bustling party, you come to a halt when you spot a lone figure already sitting on the lip of the fountain. The sound of your footsteps alerts the man, and he whips his head in your direction. You catch the glint of an earring dangling from his left ear.

“Who’s there?” he asks, but his tone of voice is not hostile, rather it’s more curious.

“Oh, I apologize, I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just looking for a place to get away from the noise of the ball when I stumbled upon you. I’ll leave you be,” you apologize and turn around to leave when the stranger’s voice halts you once more.

“No, it’s fine, you weren’t disturbing me. You’re welcome to stay here if you want. This place is the best for leaving behind the clamor of the ball. Don’t let my presence scare you away,” the young man said in a friendly manner, and you felt compelled to stay.

Thanking him, you carefully take a seat beside him on the lip of the fountain. At this proximity you could better make out his features in the dark. The man was lean and dressed in an ornate monochrome suit, however the collar of his red dress shirt was messily undone, revealing his collarbones. He had short hair that glowed a warm amber in the faint light coming from the ballroom windows. You couldn’t see his face since it was hidden by a red fox mask that covered the upper portion of his face, but the amused smirk on his lips was clearly visible.

“Like what you see?” he teased, referring to how you were studying his appearance.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you tense and hurry to redeem yourself, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare! I’m just surprised that someone else would be here, is all. Are you also not fond of large gatherings?”

The smirk drops from his face, and the young man turns to face forward, gazing up at the twinkling stars overhead.

“You could say that. I’ve never liked balls—they’re stifling and boring. Ball etiquette is too restrictive, and everyone always talks about shallow topics and puts on an act for the sake of pretense. It all feels so fake and like a waste of time. I’d rather be doing something more interesting with my time, like training or fishing or-“ the man cuts himself off, clearly thinking he said too much.

To not let the silence linger for too long, you choose to continue the conversation. “Me too. I don’t like balls for similar reasons as you. Having to uphold etiquette and participate in shallow pleasantries to form shallow connections is exhausting and unfulfilling. Rather than attend this ball, I’d have liked to spend this evening doing my hobbies.”

At your words, the masked man turns to face you again. After a beat of silence, he breaks out in a smile but it somehow feels more genuine than before.

“You can call me Childe. May I know your name, fair lady?” he extends his hand out to you, palm up.

You quirk a brow at his choice of name, finding it amusing but don’t question his desire to stay anonymous. It’s not rare for nobles to want to hide their identity and enjoy some peace.

“My name is y/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir Childe.” You place your hand in his, and Childe gently lifts it to brush his lips against the back of your hand. The touch of his warm mouth against your skin sent a tingle down your spine, but you tried to ignore it.

“The pleasure is all mine. It’s rare for me to meet someone who shares my views,” he says with a note of excitement in his voice as he lets go of your hand.

The two of you spend more time in each other’s company. Childe turned out to be a lot of fun to talk to, and you felt comfortable to open up to him, whether because of the anonymity provided by your masks or because of the nighttime atmosphere or something else, you didn’t know.

He had a lot of interesting stories to tell about his family. You learned that he had a lot of siblings, which wasn’t uncommon among noblemen. Childe talked at length about each of his siblings and how much he wanted to help their dreams come true. He also told you about his fishing adventures with his father ever since he was a boy, boasting about catching the biggest fish ever for his family. In all honesty, Childe mostly talked about his family rather than himself. It wasn’t until you asked him what his dreams were that he shared some of his ambitions with you, albeit reluctantly. He said wanted to become a knight and that he’s been putting in a lot of effort into training to become one, and he hopes he’ll be knighted soon.

As you listened to him, you couldn’t help but think his story sounded a lot like what you heard about Ajax, the son of the Earl and Countess of Morepesok who also wanted to become a knight.

“What about you?” Childe asks. “What are your dreams?”

You hesitate, unsure of what he’ll think of you if you tell him the truth. However, Childe has been nothing but open and friendly with you, so you wanted to reciprocate that kindness.

“To be honest, I don’t know. My parents’ expectations for me are to marry to a nobleman and start a family to keep the bloodline going since I’m their only daughter. I didn’t want to build any grand dreams for myself because I don’t know what kind of husband I will have. He might not let me do what I want,” you sigh.

Hearing that, Childe’s mouth forms a thin line, and he stands up from the fountain.

“It wouldn’t be an issue if you and him were in love,” he says.

“That’s true, but I have no guarantee I’ll be able to marry based on love rather than convenience. I fear if I take too long to choose a husband, my father will arrange a marriage for me,” you frown. “I still haven’t been able to find anyone I liked enough to want to be courted by.”

Childe looks like he wants to say something else, but loud orchestral music from the manor interrupts the moment between you two. Both of you glance back to peer through the windows, and see guests pairing off to waltz along to the music.

“May I have this dance?” Childe grins and extend a hand to you.

You’re briefly caught off guard by this change of events, but ultimately decide it wouldn’t hurt to have some fun dancing in a private corner of the garden.

“With pleasure,” you say and place your hand in his and let Childe pull you up from your seat.

Childe takes your right hand in his left, placing his right around your waist to pull you close. You rest your other hand on his broad shoulder and let yourself be led by him along to the music. Childe moves nimbly, leading you with confidence and ease as the two of you dance under the starry sky. You couldn’t see his whole face because of his fox mask, but the delighted smile he had as he looked at you was unmistakable. There was something magical about this moment, watching the stars and flowers spin around you as the two of you danced in your own little world, far removed from the bustling masquerade. For the first time, you were actually enjoying dancing. You weren’t doing this to fulfill some criteria or to appease your parents but were dancing simply for fun. It helped that your partner was good-looking and a fun conversationalist.

Once the music came to an end, it was time for you to part, however Childe seemed reluctant. He kept his hands on your waist, but his grip was loose enough that you could break free easily if you wanted to. You didn’t, though.

“If I asked to see you again, would you let me?” he asked softly.

“Are you implying that you want to court me?”

Childe chuckled at your question, but you could detect a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“To be perfectly frank—yes, yes I am. I’ve never met a woman who has been so genuine and honest with me, yet also so intriguing. I want to get to know you more. So, what do you say?”

“I’d like to accept, but I still don’t know your real name. Who are you really, Childe?” You gaze into his eyes, trying to discern his identity through the fox mask. He looked vaguely familiar, so you were sure he was one of the nobles you knew.

Childe sighs. “As fun as this has been, I suppose it’s only fair I give you my real identity since you gave me yours, but only if you take off your mask too.”

You chuckle in amusement at his request but agree to the terms. On the count of three, both of you remove your masks. Your eyes widen when you finally see Childe’s entire face in the dim light—he was none other than Ajax, the birthday boy and son of the Earl of Morepesok.

“Ajax…?”

“The very same. I know I shouldn’t be skipping my own birthday party, but I really didn’t want to spend the night dancing with random ladies while trying to find a potential wife. I had fun dancing with you, though,” he gives you a charming grin. “You’re quite pretty. I’m glad I got to spend the evening getting to know you, y/n,” his deep blue eyes skim over your exposed face, and you swear he looks lovestruck.

Clearing your throat, you turn your head to try and hide your flushed cheeks in the shadows cast by the ballroom lights.

“Thank you for the compliment. I had fun with you too, Ajax,” you give him a brief glance, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as your recount the memories of the night you spent with the charming man. “I look forward to being courted by you,” you say coyly.

Ajax grins and leans in, his face drawing closer to yours. You can feel his warm breath against your face, and your heart pounds at what he wanted to do. Will he kiss you? So soon?

…would you even mind?

However, before you had the chance to find out, you hear the voices of the Earl and Countess calling for Ajax in the distance. It seems they went to search for their son themselves and have made their way to the gardens.

Ajax reluctantly pulls away from you with an annoyed sigh at having your moment interrupted.

“I’m sorry to cut our time together short, but it seems like I have to go. I’ll let my family know this ball wasn’t for naught and that I have my sights set on a lovely lady which I wish to court. Hopefully this will also buy you more time to figure out what your dreams are. Don’t give up on your dreams, y/n. Until then, take care,” he says before kissing the back of your hand and turning around to leave.

“Ajax, wait!” you call out.

Ajax turns around, a bit surprised that you stopped him.

You quickly walk over to him and stand on your toes to reach his face. Planting a short but sweet kiss to his cheek, you pull away with a blush.

“Happy Birthday,” you say quietly.

Ajax looks stunned for a moment before his face heats up in a blush. He brings a hand up to cover the lower half of his face, but you can still see the happy grin peeking through his fingers. The ginger man looks like he wants to say something more, but the voices of his parents are heard again nearby, so he gives you one last wave before dashing off to find his parents, the lovesick grin never leaving his face.

Taking a seat on the rim of the fountain again, you hold your warm face in your hands, trying to calm your racing heart.

You didn’t think much of the masquerade ball when you first came here with your parents, but the night was full of surprises. Meeting Ajax and getting to dance with him was a pleasant surprise, but the most surprising thing of all was that you finally found your first love.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x fem!reader #tartaglia x fem!reader #this is my humble offering to hopefully get polar star for my Childe #please don't make me skip it for the third time T_T

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archandshri · 2 months

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23rd Feb '24 - [arch] OH RISO my beloved!!!!!! ft. cyberpunk hermitcraft soup group

A cliffhanger!!!! And now I have to wait a month for you to upload the second half?? How will I cope :’’0

For real, it’s so awesome to see your process and the sheer amount of inspiration you take! In particular, I thought ‘Sit on Two Chairs’ and ‘This Was Our Pact’ were particularly yummy.

I think book covers are really hard. You have to sum up a book’s energy in one image, make it stand out and show just enough so people want more. Exploring the narrative through those full pages is really interesting - though this is something you did for fun, it could be a really useful technique for getting to know a narrative. When I’m designing my comic covers, I always do it last - that way I’ve had practice with the visual style and I’m thoroughly familiar with the themes, so I guess spending a bit of time with the characters and narrative in this way helps for standalone book covers too. Of course, it helps if you have the time for that XD

Okay!! Onto what I've been up to!!! [warning this is a beefy post I'm sorry for your poor reading brain]

The past two weeks have been really enjoyable! I’ve been playing a lot with slow world-building, in sketchbooks, google documents, and voice notes to friends. Letting myself really sit with concepts, think about the characters, let them play in my head with no expectations. With this relaxation and lack of pressure, some beautiful narratives and interactions have been developing. I’m starting to need a name for a world/ the story. I’m not quite ready to give them a full introduction to the internet - I know it doesn’t but it feels like there’s some accountability to *produce something* and this slow development is really important for the quality and my skill building. It’s really hard to take on, but we actually don’t have to make the perfect thing now! In fact, it’s impossible. Pressure on ourselves makes it so hard to make something good if we’re always grasping at the final result. In the meantime, while those characters develop, I have been working hard on my basic skills. I wrote about characterization last post, but this week I focused on setting and colour. I was inspired (once again) by Hermitcraft. I’ve seen some really incredible illustrations of Minecraft builds in the fandom, and it seems like a great exercise.

Bdouble0's Season 10 Base illustrated by @applestruda [source] and The Red Zone, built and illustrated by Bdouble0 [source]

One of the creators on Hermitcraft, ImpulseSV, created this build in a recent episode. It takes inspiration from the last season of Hermitcraft, where he was part of the ‘soup group’ with two other players, and his current base concept - a cyberpunk city. I also LOVE his new character design, so I wanted to place him in the scene.

Screenshot from Impulse's video and new impulse design by @maxx-doodles

Here are some initial thumbnails I did, trying to figure out the composition. I wasn’t sure of the vibe yet, so I tried some rough thumbnailing, and drawing on an isometric grid and other perspective techniques. I’m going a bit mad for characters at the mo, so I wanted to place some in the scene. I found the angle of the isometric grid steep to place characters comfortably, so decided against that.

Looking back at it, I love the second! But I believe I was struggling with the perspective. I decided on the last one eventually.

Now, I absolutely adore all of the players in the Soup Group, and I am BIG fan of redesigning their notable characteristics to suit different settings. So yes, I decided to put all of the soup group in the image.

PearlescentMoon (left) from my comic and GeminiTay's Hermitcraft Season 10 design [from this thumbnail] (right)

Here's the sketch of the final image. I really enjoyed coming up with cyberpunk versions of them all. I used the impulse design almost exactly, with a few extra interesting details since he's mostly viewed from the back. For PearlescentMoon (middle) I kept her fringe, dark hair and gave her a glowing moon symbol on her top. For GeminiTay, I kept her long ginger hair, antlers (but glowing!) and took inspiration from her new season 10 design - a dark blue jumpsuit to match her dark blue clothes in her new design, and the braids she is often drawn with. I also gave them edgy new hairstyles. And a robot arm. I don't have lore for that.

As usual, I filled each flat colour-to-be with black and lowered the opacity to play with the values. Then I added colours one at a time, aware might be riso printing it. Originally I stuck to trying to make it printable (making the colours out of ones I could make my layering 2-3 colours at different opacities), but as I went on, I decided to drop that and focus on the quality of the image in a digital format alone. I did keep the grayscale version above with all the separate layers in case I needed that if/when I came to riso printing it. Below are the main two digital colour schemes I tried out.

I settled on the one on the left, with the blue tones - the foreground characters really pop. I put a few details in Gem's hair, colour variations etc, and cropped it for Instagram. I actually much prefer the cropped version - it sits better in a rule of thirds.

Now the moment we've all been waiting for :'')

RISO!!!!!!!!!!!

I returned to Cardiff after a couple of months away and was delighted to spend my first day back at The Printhaus, an awesome shared print studio where I have basically made my home. A few of my awesome friends happened to be there, so I spent the day playing around with this image with their help! (please check them out they're very cool - Gavin helped me a lot (we hung out at Thought Bubble, remember? and Rhi gave good crits too!!)

For those who don't know, risograph is basically a shitty photocopier that can only print one colour at a time. However, you can play with gradients and opacities, and layer colours really nicely to combine. I've done a lot of single-colour tonal work with riso but this is my first go really layering.

First, Gavin showed me how to separate the channels in Photoshop, using the flat image uploaded to the 'gram. We copied and pasted these layers in grayscale and added blending modes to each layer to replicate what they might look like when printed.

With blending modes, the digital mockup looked like this!!

This bit goes into technical details for replicating what the print might look like for those who might want it - feel free to skip :)))

I copied and pasted the Cyan, Black and Magenta layers as greyscale (as you can see above)

I made all of the greyscale layers multiply layers since risograph ink is transparent and we wanted to see how it layers. The ink usually comes out a bit lighter than you think, so it's good to bear that in mind. I used a clipping mask over each greyscale layer and a blending mode. WHEN YOU PRINT, PRINT IN GREYSCALE, NOT COLOUR.

Here's how I split the colours from CMYK to the riso colours, their hex codes and the blending mode I used to replicate the colours:

Cyan - Mint [HEX#82D8D5] Screen Magenta - Fluorescent Pink [HEX#FF48B0] Screen Black - Blue [HEX#0078BF] Overlay Yellow - scrapped for colour scheme purposes

Blue, Mint and Florencent Pink layers in greyscale in Procreate.

Riso printed Mint and Florescent Pink layers on separate paper, followed by the two layered together.

We always start with the lighter colour inks first, because sometimes the rollers can pick up the ink and cause extra marks where you don't want them. The first two colours came out great!

The first time we printed the blue, it came out very dark (left, first image). I have had this issue before - my last book, Winter Wellbeing, came out much darker than I wanted. Now I realise that the blue ink is super sensitive. All the 'white space' that is covered by a low-opacity blue on the left is only 2%, and yet it has come out pretty strong. We tried printing it on one of the misaligned images just to see, but it took all of the brightness out of the neon soup sign at the top of the image (second image). So I changed the values and pushed them way lighter, so it just pushed the values of the darker bits slightly, and brightened some of the lineart (right, first image)

And this is the final riso printed version!! I'm so so happy with how this came out. It's so different from the original digital version, and I actually love that.

I didn't create new colours in the way that I intended to - I wanted to play with overlaying purposefully to create specific colours eg. orange for the hair etc. But!!! I'm really happy with how it came out. That will have to be a project for next time.

Also, many copies are slightly misaligned, so in future I think I'd do flat layers for the colours a more blobby style with the linework on one layer only so there's less of a chance for obvious misalignment. design for the riso, rather than riso the design.

Overall though, this feels like a super cool step up and a milestone for me. Super happy with how it came out!! And I'm excited to play with colour some more. Can't wait to see the rest of the Lionheart brothers! Enjoy your weekend :)))

Archie 🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺🕺 <3

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I meant to post this before midnight but got caught up in things anyway its my birthday and here is a list of some of my favorite podcasts I listened to in my 23rd year of life

Starting off with @ethicstownpod because we *have* to start with Ethics town it's so important and I love it so much. I will never forgive Louis for what they did but it is literally so worth the heartache <3 Ethics Town will hurt you! And you will thank it!

Up next is the Technomancy Project which fully rewrote my brain this year I absolutely adore this so so much. Its got magic! And science! And horror! And found family! It's the highlight of my month every month!

Sticking with the Faustian Nonsense train, we have Super Suits which is fun and funny and original and doesn't stab me in the chest, it just makes me laugh and I love it

Back to pain town, @tellnotalespod is phenomenal and magical and OW! I love Leo with my whole heart and cant wait to see what comes next from this show

Tiny Terrors started a couple weeks after I turned 23 and stayed with me all of the past year I love the Shed Gang and the frightening things they put me through. Perogi haunts me to this day <3

@liarsandleechespod came into my life swinging and making me cry at my desk. A beautiful story of grief that also contains horror elements that remain implanted in my brain it's just a spectacular show

@kingmakerpod has a trio of criminals I love with my whole heart and a magical world that absolutely fascinates me I adore it so much

@224bbaker reawakened my love of Sherlock Holmes by giving me an even more enjoyable detective team Fawx & Stallion is one hell of a show that you don't want to miss

I can and have written so much about @devisercast which was an earthshattering podcast I listened to this year that is still banging around in my brain and demanding I feel all the emotions from it. Its so so so good

This is not a complete list by any means but these were just a few of my favorite podcasts I listened to at 23

Since it's past midnight, I'm officially 24! 24 is definitely going to bring more excellent podcasts my way and I can't wait to listen to them

#pine throws thoughts into the void of tumblr #i just love podcasts a lot okay #and there will be even more to love in mh 24th year of life

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imagine-knowing-a-name · 2 years

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Jeff for Dinner

Summary: Y/N has an important question to ask Natasha’s family, and a trip to Russia is required. How will they react to meeting Jeff for the first time?

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2561

Warnings: Guns and hunting

A/N: I posted my first fic on 23rd of October 2021, which was a very chaotic meeting between the Avengers and Natasha’s family. It’s been a really awesome year since, getting to share stories and meet people and make some really good friends. And especially all the friends I made because of Jeff the Land Shark. So, for the one-year anniversary of this account it seems only fitting to write another chaotic meeting of Natasha’s family, just including a very lovable land shark too.

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe (you don’t need to read the others to understand)

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“Y/N, relax. Jeff does not need a suit.”

You and the land shark synchronously dipped your heads to the custom-made suit folded neatly before him, then back to Natasha.

“Maybe you’re right,” you conceded, “but are you sure? It’s his first time meeting your family. Shouldn’t he make a good impression?”

“Y/N… he is a shark.”

“With legs!”

“That doesn’t change the fact that he does not need to dress up to meet my parents. I know that you didn’t make a good first impression-”

Jeff’s mind wandered off. He did not really want to wear the suit. A few days ago, you had asked him to wear it and sit still while you practised some speech; he had complied, but the outfit was restricting, and he didn’t enjoy it. Jeff much preferred to run freely.

Jeff physically wandered off too soon after. He knew Yelena was in the house; she had told him they would be going on holiday together. The little land shark was perfectly okay with that. He liked Yelena. So he left you and Natasha to your conversation and headed to find her, hoping he could beg his aunt for more gummy sharks.

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Natasha always volunteered to fly the quinjet. Usually, you or Yelena would object or offer to fly, but now you were counting on her being alone in the cockpit. Luckily, she didn’t break her routine for this trip; she just immediately went and closed herself off, leaving you to pace the back of the quinjet; Jeff and Yelena both strapped in and watching your every move. It also meant you could talk to Yelena about the real reason you were flying to Russia.

“You’ve got it in your bag?” you asked for the third time in the 30 minutes of the flight.

“Of course.”

“And Jeff’s suit?”

“Yes, Y/N. It is still in my bag.”

“And your spa trip with Nat and Melina is booked?”

“No, they cancelled in the two minutes since you last asked.”

“What-?!”

“-I’m kidding. Yes, it’s booked! Like my mother would ever let them cancel on us,” Yelena scoffed.

“I just want to be safe. This trip has to go according to plan, which means being alone with Alexei.”

Yelena shuddered, “what horrible things you go through for love. Good luck with that. Hope you don’t die.”

“Yeah, I really hope so too.” You shook yourself down to calm your nervous energy. Jeff watched curiously, copying your movement and wobbling all his limbs. “Yeah, we’ll be fine, right Jeff? It’ll all be good.”

"Just relax, Y/N."

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Natasha’s first reaction to Jeff had left you confused. Holding the trembling bundle of land shark, you couldn’t fathom any reaction less than pure, unfiltered joy, but your girlfriend hadn’t even wanted to take Jeff in.

Compared to her family, however, you would take Natasha’s reaction.

Yelena’s first meeting with the land shark terrified Jeff more than any horror movie he had watched; even after you calmed him down, it took months for him to overcome the wariness of his aunt. And now Natasha’s father seemed ready to take his best shot at terrorising your son… in a very literal sense.

Jeff had stayed on the quinjet with Natasha as she completed all the landing checks, but she encouraged you and Yelena to greet her parents in the meantime.

You approached the couple, letting the woman pull you into a hug before holding your hand out for the bearded man. You knew their preferred method of greeting by now. “Melina, Alexei, it’s lovely to see you again!”

A flurry of fur came bolting out of the door, leading Yelena to exclaim: “Fanny!” Her dog couldn’t control her excitement, almost tackling her owner to the ground.

“That’s a strong hand grip, Y/N. You’ve improved since last time!” Alexei laughed, ignoring his daughter’s decision to greet her dog before him.

“I have to impress my girlfriend’s father! I prepare just for the handshake!” you joked back. While your focus was on Alexei, you noticed Melina and Yelena behind him, the younger widow whispering something to her mother while pointedly looking at you.

Melina approached you a few seconds later, lightly pushing past her husband. “Y/N, could I talk to you inside?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, your voice somehow betraying your nerves with just a hum. “That would be great.”

You followed when Melina led the way inside. Yelena shot a thumbs up as you passed; you smiled back. This would be okay. The plan would work.

—

Jeff knew he was somewhere new. And he loved to be somewhere new; there were places to explore, foods to try, and friends to meet. On top of that, Yelena had promised Jeff that her dog Fanny would be at this new place, which meant a definite playing partner; the land shark and the dog could run together all day long.

Yet you had made Jeff wait. While you went to meet whoever was outside, you asked him to keep Natasha company until she had finished her piloting tasks.

Jeff would do that. Ever since he discovered your secret, he had vowed to be well-behaved on the trip; you were stressed enough, and he didn’t want to make it worse for you. Admittedly, Jeff had tried to tell Natasha the secret as soon as he found out, not entirely understanding the meaning of ‘secret’. Jeff’s energetic mrrrs meant nothing to Natasha, luckily. Her suspicions were only raised by your panic and speed in dragging Jeff away.

Finally, the Black Widow finished her tasks. “You ready to meet my parents, Jeff?”

Jeff nodded, even if he hadn’t really known he was doing that and so hadn’t prepared. Natasha and Yelena were kind to him; how bad could their parents be?

—

Alexei had suddenly been left alone. Yelena was playing with her dog, and Melina had taken Y/N to talk privately for some reason, which left Alexei to bide his time until Natasha disembarked the plane.

Natasha made good company, so Alexei beamed immediately upon seeing her. He even began walking to greet her until he saw her companion - a round shark with legs; the creature was small but had ample flesh to it, possibly enough to feed the whole family.

Silently and slowly, as he didn’t know the behaviour of this land shark, Alexei shuffled to his gun rack and pulled out his finest hunting rifle. “Very considerate of Natasha to allow me to hunt it,” he whispered to nobody but himself.

Jeff was oblivious to the threat. After spending hours strapped into a plane seat, he couldn’t wait to stretch his legs in the surrounding fields, immediately dashing off into the grass.

Alexei lined Jeff up in his rifle sights. Jeff had an eye on the butterfly circling his head. He flopped to sit on the ground and stretched his nose to greet the butterfly. When it dodged his head, Jeff held an arm up to try to tap it.

“Alexei!”

The yell broke the soldier out of his focus; he scowled, turning to see his daughter stalking towards him.

“Natasha, you brought a shark for me to hunt, let me hunt it.”

“That is my pet land shark, Jeff. He is not for hunting.”

Jeff was giggling at the butterfly by this point; he’d rolled onto his back just so the insect could never be out of his line of sight. Yelena sighed. “I wish he was this oblivious when I met him. You mention eating shark in private and become the bad guy, but aim a rifle at him; he does not notice.”

With that, Yelena went back to stroking Fanny, Jeff went back to following the butterfly, and Nat began to wrestle the rifle from her father. Even when a shot was accidentally fired in the fight, Jeff seemed to miss it completely; all he knew was that something scared his butterfly friend away, and he needed a new friend, so he trotted over to see Fanny.

Jeff’s move brought a rush of action from the spy family. Alexei remained unrelenting, as did Natasha in her move against him. Yelena suddenly noticed her dog would be in danger by proximity, so she leapt to join her sister, and you and Melina ran outside to witness it all, brought out by the gunshot.

“Oh, so you’ll protect your dog but not your nephew?” Natasha asked

“I thought you had it handled!”

“But that wasn’t enough when Fanny was concerned?”

“Shut up, sestra. I’m helping you now, yes?”

With everyone’s effort, Alexei was subdued; his weapon was removed, and Natasha explained how Jeff came into your lives as a friend, not food.

Moments stretched into eternity as Alexei and Melina stared between the two of you and Jeff, all sitting and awaiting their judgement. Except for Jeff, he still hadn’t noticed.

“You apologise to the shark.” Melina decided at last. “And I take him to see the pigs; I think he will like them.”

You called for your land shark, and finally, Jeff looked over, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He tilted his head, wondering why everyone was gathered and watching him, but then Jeff shrugged; as long as he got attention… and had he heard mention of pigs? He liked pigs.

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“You’re sure it’s okay that we’re leaving you alone?” Natasha whispered to you midway through your hug goodbye.

“I’m sure; you enjoy yourself with Melina and Yelena. Alexei and I can entertain ourselves.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow but nodded nonetheless. “Yeah, well, um… good luck, love. Call me if he’s too much?”

“I promise he won’t be. You go enjoy your day out… and look after Jeff!”

Jeff would be very well looked after. He bounded around the spa happily, watching curiously as the three women sat still. The attendants talked with Jeff as they painted the nails of the three women, laughing as he explored all the machines and set-ups in the room.

“Do you want me to paint your nails too?” Jeff shook his head vehemently, backing quickly away from the lines of nail polish. He didn’t have nails as far as he was aware, so where would they try to put it? All Jeff could imagine was painted teeth, which would contaminate his food. He didn’t want that.

As he backed up, Jeff crashed into a tank which, thankfully, did not budge. It seemed to be a box of just water on the floor, but upon closer inspection, Jeff noticed some small black fish swimming in it.

“Mrrr!”

Natasha laughed at the sight of Jeff through the tank. It had enlarged his features; his eyes especially looked enormous and shimmered with the water.

“Mrrr.” He huffed again. He remembered Natasha didn’t understand him this time, so he pointed at the tank to clarify his point.

“Yes, there are fish.” Natasha hesitantly told him. She exhaled when Jeff nodded, glad to have guessed his speech correctly. It really was easier having you around. “How about you put a finger in?”

“Careful that they don’t bite,” Melina teased; she knew exactly what would happen to Jeff, but she was fond of letting him discover it himself. The scientific way.

All eyes in the room were on the land shark as he submerged a hand; they watched as the fish swam up in a cluster to inspect the hand. And then they watched as the fish began to nibble at Jeff, laughing when the shark sprung back and growled at the tank.

“Garra rufa,” Melina explained, “they will nibble dead skin off your feet.”

“Mrrr,” Jeff pouted. He preferred to bite the fish, not the other way around.

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Yelena pulled her sister into the house upon their return before Natasha could go searching for you. Meanwhile, Melina walked Jeff around to the back garden, where you and Alexei had set up a patio during their absence. Fairy lights and candles illuminated the space, you had donned a suit, and Alexei had arranged an area out of sight where Natasha’s family could hide and watch.

“It’s happening then?” Melina asked, looking to her husband.

“I support it,” he agreed, “Y/N is very respectable for our Natasha.”

The woman turned to you next. You had pulled the suit shirt and jacket over Jeff, but your trembling fingers struggled to affix the bow tie correctly. “Let me.” She stepped in to finish the job, praising Jeff for how smart he looked, then adjusted your outfit. “It will be a pleasure to have you in our family. Officially.”

“You think she’ll say yes?”

“I know she will. She looks at you with all the adoration in the world, and you already have a child together-” Melina pointed down at Jeff, who looked up at you in return. “-Just be brave; you know you have our support.”

With that, she and Alexei took their hiding spots just as Yelena guided Natasha around the corner and trailed off to join her parents.

Natasha was breathtaking; Yelena had clearly put more effort into the makeover than you had put into getting Jeff ready. All the lines you had rehearsed went out the window the second you saw her; nothing you had scripted could do justice to the woman in front of you.

“Is this what I think it is?” Natasha broke the silence you hadn’t intended to let fall.

Words were still a struggle for you at the moment, so you nodded until you were ready. Natasha waited patiently, her kind smile encouraging you to continue. “I’d hope you’ve worked it out by now,” you joked, “you’re meant to be the world’s best spy.”

“Um, but I’ll do it properly now… Natasha, you have been the best partner I could ever ask for, endlessly supportive of every stupid thing I have done; when I failed to repair my mission earpiece, taking in Jeff, buying the Blahaj, learning I could talk to animals. You’ve been there for all of it. I love you and everything that comes with that, I love our land shark, I love your family - who are watching right now and who did help me plan this - I love all of you, and I want to prove that I’ll always be here with you, officially. So-”

You dropped to one knee, holding a hand out to Jeff. Unfortunately, he was too transfixed in watching Natasha’s reaction to remember his job. “Jeff.” He jolted to attention, depositing the ring box in your hand before sitting beside you.

“-marry me?”

“Yes. Of course, yes.”

You rushed up to kiss her, thankful for her quick reply, only to be interrupted by a loud squeal. While you embraced your -now- fiancee, the both of you looked down to the source, your land shark. Jeff was running in circles like a dog chasing its tail; he soon switched to cuddling into your and Natasha’s legs before finally taking off to expose the hiding place of Natasha’s family.

“Do you think he wanted us to be a family?” Natasha grinned

“Yeah-” you smiled back, “maybe just a bit.”

She leaned in to kiss you again, and this time nobody would stop you. You blocked out Jeff’s screaming and the congratulations of Natasha’s family.

For this moment, it was just you and the woman you loved.

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Jeff taglist: @unexpected-character @wolferine

#jeff the landshark #jeff the land shark #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #marvel #mcu #natasha romanoff x y/n

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The legendary band, MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.

In the beginning

Formed on September 12th 2002 was a band millions of people will never forget. Their band members in the beginning consisted of, Frontman Gerard Way, Lead Guitarist Ray Toro, Bassist Mikey Way, and Drummer Matt Pelisser. Their name was My Chemical Romance, Gerard stated that they were a rock band but they mostly got grouped with the emo and pop punk genre. Their first record was very harsh- second record was also harsh- third album was more of a mix of both harsh and sorrow- third record was more hyper, just different than the rest.

Bullets Era

The first album they came out with was called “I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love”; The album came out on July 23rd 2002. Before It was released Frank Iero joined as the rhythm guitarist and was featured on two tracks, "Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough for the Two of Us" and "Early Sunsets Over Monroeville". Iero says he sold shirts at small venues they played at and he loved how they sounded. The band needed a rhythm guitarist and Iero was the perfect fit. The first song on the Bullets album “Skylines and Turnstiles," which lead singer Gerard Way wrote based on his experience during September 11, 2001.

This story of the album is two lovers running from an enemy (their sins) and getting murdered in the end, the track “Demolition Lovers” explains it all, being the very last song on the record explaining that they both die together. The next album explains the rest of the Demolition Man's journey. The story tells many things about the concept on most of the songs.

Revenge era

The second album they made was called “Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge”; It came out on June 8, 2004. That album Went Platinum and really boosted their fame. The most popular track “I’m Not Okay (I Promise)” with a music video that was set in a high school. The Frontman Gerard way really started experimenting with the band's look; wearing red eyeshadow, pasty white skin, black hair going down to his neck, and a black velvet suit with a dark red tie. The other band mates wore similar clothes and makeup.

The continued story of the album, the last track on the bullets album fades into the revenge album, Gerard titled the cover art “Demolition Lovers II”; it has two people on it covered in blood. The concept of the revenge album is the Demolition Man going to hell without his demolition love and the devil making a deal with him that if he goes up to earth and gathers the souls of 1000 evil men he will get his lover back. Again like the last album, revenge tells so many things about the whole story.

The Black Parade era

Now this album went crazy famous! It was their third record, “The Black parade”. It came out on October 20th 2006. It’s most famous tracks “Welcome To The Black Parade” and “Teenagers”. This album is about the reflections of a dying cancer patient. And it comes with a whole new look for the band. It goes from, the band members wearing marching band outfits and they’re all black and white, to military costumes for the music video “The Ghost Of You” and many other looks, but primarily the marching band outfits.

In this album it’s all about the dead- with the first track called “The End” that fades into “Dead!” On the “Welcome To The Black Parade” song’s music video it starts off with a man in a hospital bed in a small room, he dies and the curtain walls fall down and reveal this huge dystopian looking world. The band is on this huge parade float, all of the members are playing instruments and singing on it. The huge world has wrecked parts and it’s all black and white with a distant city in the background, Of course there’s a marching band of the dead and they have a bunch of cool costumes on. The song is all about sorrow and death, lots of sad melancholy sounding songs on there.

The Black Parade tour was completely legendary. It Started Feb 22nd 2007 and ended on May 9th 2008. (You can watch the very last tour they did on YouTube called “The Black Parade Is Dead!” )

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Danger Days era

Their fourth and final album “Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys” it came out on November 22, 2010. This whole album is so different from the rest. Less “emo” and more colorful and “hyper” than all the others. It mostly has desert scenery in most of the music videos including, “Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)” and “sing”. The whole album is super neat, going from fun to sad just like the rest of the albums songs. The band members' characters (killjoys) in the album are "Party Poison" (Gerard Way), "Jet-Star" (Ray Toro), "Fun Ghoul" (Frank Iero), and "Kobra Kid" (Mikey Way). The outlaws (killjoys) are outlaws in a desert outside of “battery city” where there are evil men.

Fun fact time: The last track on the record called “Vampire Money” (Gerard way claims) is about how the Twilight movie franchise wanted my chemical romance to do a song for them, and Gerard said they were just chasing money and he wouldn’t do it.

Gerard Way made comic books about “the True lives of the fabulous killjoys” the first issue came out on June 12th 2013.

Conventional weapons singles

a compilation album, released as a series of singles between October 2012 and February 2013. They were all unreleased songs that were made before “Danger Days”. There are a total of ten songs on each of the 5 compilations.

The tragic date.

On March 22nd 2013 my chemical romance made an announcement that the band was over, they had broken up. The post reads:

“Being in this band for the past 12 years has been a true blessing. We’ve gotten to go places we never knew we would. We’ve been able to see and experience things we never imagined possible. We’ve shared the stage with people we admire, people we look up to, and best of all, our friends. And now, like all great things, it has come time for it to end. Thanks for all of your support, and for being part of the adventure.

My Chemical Romance”

So many fans were devastated and shocked. They had been talking about a fifth album and everyone was so excited for it. The band members had lives outside of music, getting married, having kids, and just working on solo music.

My chemical romance never dies!!

From Dec 20, 2019 – Mar 26, 2023 the band made a comeback tour going all across the world.

The foundations of decay

On May 12th 2022, my chemical romance released a surprise single called “The Foundations Of decay” and changed MILLIONS of lives. It was their first song after the conventional weapons compilation album, which was almost a decade after they split.

There’s much conspiracy in the fan base about MCR5 and how they are all hinting that there might be a possibility that another album could come out!!

Go check out all of the band members solo work, About them, and make sure to stay safe out there on the internet, there’s lots of weird things!

Happy listening!

Skye Bourgeois-Gillis <3

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nikkilover-miraclenikki · 2 years

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【 Miracle Nikki CN 】

Story Suit • The realm of whirlpool

【 Miracle Nikki CN 】

【 Story Suit • The realm of whirlpool 】

It is rumored that a dragon girl lives in the sea of constant,

Snow-skinned and flowery, with splendid robes and colorful robes, it is his duty to protect all things in the sea,

During the day, they swim through coral groves, and at night, they sleep on the bead shell couch.

Suit Display :: Dragon Brocade (龙锦瑶珠)

BG :: Dinghai Zhudian (定海珠殿)

#Story Suit #23rd Story Suit #奇迹暖暖 #Miracle Nikki #Love Nikki #Nikki Up2U 3 #Nikki 3 #Orangecatty #Dress-Up Game #아이러브니키 #360Mobi Nikki #ミラクルニキ公式 #360Mobi Nikki นิกกี้มหัศจรรย์#Love Nikki-Dress Up Queen #Ngôi Sao Thời Trang 360Mobi #Nikki Diary Thailand

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A FUN REHEARSAL NIGHT WITH ELVIS PRESLEY 🎤

TO ILLUSTRATE: Pictures 1 and 3: Elvis in his car outside RCA's studio in Hollywood (Los Angeles, CA) during rehearsals on January 15, 1970 for his second Las Vegas season which was to run from January 26th to February 23rd. This new season was scheduled to begin just over four months after the end of Presley's record-breaking opening season at the International Hotel in Las Vegas (July 31–August 28, 1969) | Picture 2: August 7 or 10 1970, during stage rehearsals at the International Hotel, Las Vegas, NV.

THE FOLLOWING STORY IS AN EXCERPT FROM AN 1999 INTERVIEW WITH ELVIS' FAN SANDI MILLER.

Q: Do you want to share one of your great stories with us? Sandi Miller: It's always hard to pick just one incident but I guess I'll go with one of the rehearsals at RCA in Los Angeles: Like almost everything Elvis did, rehearsals wouldn't start until very late at night... 10, 11PM usually. Elvis was normally the last one to show up. With the equipment all set up and all the stools sitting around, there really wasn't very much free space in the small room (which was fine by me!) We (my roommate and I) always knew when Elvis' car was pulling into the parking garage because you could hear the fans standing outside start calling for him to stop and talk. I never counted how many actual rehearsals we attended but I know he only seriously got something accomplished a few times... the other times it was more like play time... sing a few songs, tell a lot of jokes, cause general havoc in the rehearsal room. Mostly everyone just horsed around for a couple of hours. One particular night he was in a really goofy mood-even for him! He started to sing "Bury me not in the lone prairieeeeeeeeeeee"* then he did a little tap dance. We knew right then it was going to be one of those unproductive nights. Charlie [Hodge] was getting a little agitated because he wanted to smooth out some arrangements and the more serious Charlie got, the goofier Elvis got. After a whole 10 minutes Elvis decided it was "donut and coffee" break time. Elvis sent one of the guys out to get that taken care of, then starts singing "It's Only Love" changing all the words and singing off key. Then he asked for "requests" so we made up a song title. No such song-we just made up a title that I can't even remember now and Elvis proceeds to sing this non-existant song. He made up the tune and the words as he went along and it was actually darn good, to the point that we were beginning to think that maybe there really was a song by that title - but - there wasn't! Now the donuts have arrived with coffee etc. I think it was James Caughley that brought them in - everyone thinks the donuts are for everyone in the room so we all gather around the box and the cups only to have Elvis pick everything up and march outside and give everything to the fans standing outside. Needless to say they were absolutely thrilled! We on the other hand, were starving! Elvis was having a lot of trouble with his microphone and just wasn't in any mood to be rehearsing so the evening ended shortly after that with Elvis telling us he was staying at the Century Plaza Hotel and instructing us to go there and use the house phone to call up to the suite when we arrived and someone would come down and get us. We stayed there until around 6 a.m. watching tv and talking, (the boys had all gone to their own rooms so we had Elvis to ourselves!). Then we had to leave to go back home and to work....with no sleep! The following night was another rehearsal -- the word zombie comes to mind (us, not Elvis!), I'm sure Elvis got a nice day's sleep while we sat behind a desk trying to stay awake! It was well worth it though! Next to going to Palm Springs I'd have to say rehearsal time was always one of my favorite things. Source: elvisnews.com -- Email Interview with Sandi Miller (1999)

Hahaha. I love Sandi's stories! So many things happening in one single night around Elvis! His friends couldn't possibly have been bored next to the King. And talk about the way he treated the fans who didn't make it inside the recording studio! Unbelievably caring. Elvis Presley giving donuts to the fans waiting for him outside the studio… CUTE! ♥ I just wanted a picture from one of this moments, really (because this wasn't a one-time thing).

Funny thing Sandi mentioned Elvis was staying at the Century Plaza Hotel that night -- it's the first time I read someone saying he stayed there, it's no surprise tho. Sandi met Elvis during the mid-60s and the luxury Century Plaza hotel began operating in 1966, so her story took place in late 60s. Curious enough, on January 15, 2023, the Critics' Choice Awards ceremony was held at the Fairmont Century Plaza Hotel in Los Angeles, California.

The "Elvis" movie (2022) by Baz Luhrmann was running with Austin Butler up for Best Actor and Baz Luhrmann up for Best Director, as well as the ELVIS movie was up for Best Picture. Also Baz’s wife Catherine Martin was up for Best Production Design and Best Costume Design. So cool the ceremony of such important Elvis biopic was held in the same venue the King's been at himself.

Austin Butler steps out alongside Elvis director Baz Luhrmann and costume designer (and Baz’s wife) Catherine Martin at the 2023 Critics Choice Awards held at the Fairmont Century Plaza Hotel on Sunday (January 15) in Los Angeles.

ADDITIONAL INFO

"Bury Me Not On the Lone Prairie" is a cowboy folk ballad, often described as the most famous cowboy ballad. It was first be recorded by Carl T. Sprague in 1926. Later on, Johnny Cash recorded this song, release in 1965 on the album "Johnny Cash Sings The Ballads Of The True West".

Listen Johnny Cash's version below:

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ABOUT SANDI MILLER

[1] Sandi and Elvis, at the gates of their home in LA. 1969. [3] Picture taken by Sandi that same evening -- photo used as cover to one FTD Elvis album released in 2013.

For the ones yet not familiar with the name, Sandi Miller is an Elvis fan who met him in mid-60s. She calls herself a "gate girl", being one of the many fans that would constantly wait for Elvis by the gates of his houses intending to talk to him, get an autograph and/or pictures. Sandi was lucky enough to befriend Presley while doing so, and from then on, she would be invited to attend private events held by Elvis such as parties, film screenings, rehearsals, and even to join him and his gang to enjoy of a relaxing moment at his home at his Palm Springs hideaway home, where Elvis would rest and get a nice tan before returning to work.

For a little period Sandi dated Charlie Hodge, Elvis's Memphis Mafia member long term friend, backup musician and stage manager. Over the years of friendship, Sandi collected a vast number of candid pictures of the King of Rock and Roll, some of them were even used by EPE and RCA Records as covers to Elvis official material released posthumously [Example: FTD's release "FROM ELVIS AT AMERICAN SOUND STUDIO" (2013) -- cover picture taken by Sandi]. Her exclusive pictures of Elvis had also been featured in a good number of books by different authors. Sandi herself haven't wrote a book with her unique memories and photos taken of Elvis by her up until now, but she helped another author by being a contributor to his publication. Miller lent author Bud Glass her diaries where she wrote about some of her encounters with the King, so that he could present these stories together with the candid photographs of Elvis taken by Miller in the book. They are two books: "Behind The Image" by Praytome Publishings (Vol. 1 and 2).

Elvis candids © Sandi Miller; FTD's album cover: From Elvis At American Sound Studio (2013).

#elvis presley #elvis #elvis the king #elvis fans #elvis fandom #elvis history #60s elvis #Youtube

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Summer of Smut 3.0 Content Creation Challenge

(Text prompts can be found at the bottom of this post underneath the cut) What: Returning for the third year, @xxsycamore and I are hosting a lively content creation challenge to celebrate the summer with our favorite characters, and to promote/support creators within the various fandoms!

When: July 17th- July 31st (Final deadline to have your submission posted to be included on the Masterlist is August 13th.)

Targeted Fandoms (ALL are welcome to join in):

Voltage

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Cybird

Hoyoverse

Obey Me

Love Unholyc

Mystic Messenger

Any otome game/Animes

Rules:

Feel free to write/draw/create for as few or as many stories as you would like.You may combine prompts. (You can post it on either day then if you choose to combine.)

AUs are allowed. Suitor x Suitor, Suitor x MC, Suitor x OC, Suitor x NPC are all allowed.

Tags for the event will include #summer of smut & #summer of smut writing challenge.

We will be making a Masterlist to feature all of the stories. If you would like your creations to be included, please be sure to tag me so I can make sure I see them! If I reblogged your story, that means I saw it and it will be included on the Masterlist. Please don’t hesistate to dm me if you have noticed I unintentinally missed anything!

Final deadline to have your submission posted to be included on the Masterlist is August 13th! The final Masterlist will be posted for all on August 14th, so be sure to have everything completed by then!

Have fun and don’t stress over this please! 😎

If you have any additional questions, you can always reach out to either myself or @xxsycamore! Thanks for reading this, and I hope you consider joining in on the fun!

FAQ

Text prompts can be found below the cut:

July 17th Playing dirty in a water fight | Summertime strip tease July 18th Blow jobs with a cooled tongue | Blow jobs on the beach July 19th Beach bar flirting ends in a one-night stand | Sexy summer fling July 20th Nighttime skinny dipping | Forgetting a bathing suit July 21st Quickies in the shade | A shaded affair July 22nd Sharing a cold drink | Sharing a popsicle July 23rd Hand jobs in the car at the outdoor movie theater | Cockwarming in the car at the outdoor movie theater July 24th Sneaking a hand into the bikini | Bonded by the bikini top July 25th Sleek in sunscreen | Tracing along the tan lines July 26th Bodies pressed tightly together in the hammock | Sex under the sun dress July 27th Sneaking out of a pool party | Conjoined under the water July 28th A summer getaway sexathon | Cumming on a cross-country car trip July 29th Hot skin + cold substances | The MC/LI's body as a sponge July 30th Welcoming the sunrise on the shore | Stranded on an isolated island together July 31st Free Prompt

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Love Song

Sebastian Stan x Reader Story

Chapter 17 - Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough

Summary : A romantic comedy story between Sebastian Stan and female reader where we witness their journey after they said I do.

After knowing how they had lied and hid secrets from one another they had the biggest fight of their lives. But as they realized how much they still loved each other, it was inevitable that they would forgive each other. Their happiness didn't last long however as another obstacle was dumped to their heads, literally. How will they cope with this? Will their love finally break apart or will they be able to overcome everything and live happily ever after?

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 17/21 (might add more)

Chapter list >

Warning : angst, fluff, sexual references, bullying, insults

Word count : 8.8k

This is a sequel to my first Sebastian fic Always You. If you want to understand more about Sebastian's and reader's relationship, please read it first. But it's not necessary to understand this story. Check it out here.

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But there's a danger in loving somebody too much

And it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust

There's a reason why people don't stay where they are

Baby sometimes love just ain't enough

Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough - Patty Smyth & Don Henley

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La Suite Shangri-La, Shangri-La Hotel, Paris, May 23rd 2023 - 7 am

As consciousness slowly seeped into her mind, the first sense that she was aware of was her sense of smell. She knew what her nose was smelling before she even opened her eyes. It was his signature scent that she loved so much. The combination of pine and citrus from the cologne he wore mixed with his signature scent felt like heaven for her. She could also feel his warm arms around her shoulder and the rise and fall of his chest on her cheek.

She cried in his arms last night until she felt really exhausted. It seemed he was exhausted too. So they ended up sleeping side by side, arms around each other as usual, as if nothing big had happened. The last thing she remembered was feeling a sense of peace as she focused on the sense of her back being rubbed gently by him.

She couldn't deny that she felt really comfortable in his arms. Just like she always had been in the past 22 years. Comfort, he really was her comfort person. No matter what happened in her life, he could always make her feel comfortable. Even though this time it was him that made her uncomfortable.

The memory of what happened last night stung her heart. The pictures of him with Stephanie and the hooker, the fight, the negative talks on the internet, the anxiety and distrust she felt for him. All of them came to her mind like a freight train. Leaving her heart crushed with the pain.

No, she didn't want to think about it just yet. She knew she should wake up, they were supposed to leave to Rome in several hours but she didn't want to. She just wanted to stay in his arms forever and forget yesterday ever happened. She didn't know if she could handle reality just yet.

She took a deep breath, filling herself with his scent, ingraining it into her memory, as if it was the last time she was going to be able to do it.

The last time. Yes, when he was punching a punching bag at the gym she had thought about it. She had pondered the possibility of, God forbid, getting a divorce from him. She knew she was getting ahead of herself. She knew she should seek other options and make a divorce be the last resort. But she couldn't help but think of that possibility. Especially if they couldn't trust each other again. And if he, after all that had happened, still prioritized his work rather than his family. She also considered the fact of how much she hated to be in the public eye, especially with something so negative associated with her. She just wanted to be a normal person with a normal life. But being married to him definitely couldn't make that a reality. As long as he kept being an actor, it was inevitable that she would stop living like a normal person. And that thought made her sad.

He stirred and slowly she could feel that he had kissed her forehead gently. She felt her eyes pricked with his gesture. Oh how much she still loved him but also hate him at this moment. The two opposing feelings overwhelmed her and she couldn't help but cried again. Tears fell from her eyes even though her eyes were still closed, leaving his shirt wet.

"Sweetheart, are you still crying?" He asked gently.

She sniffled and finally opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed and sadness colored his beautiful ocean blue eyes.

"I am. I'm sorry." She wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Oh honey. I'm sorry.. I really am sorry for everything." He said as he squeezed her body tight.

"I'm.. I'm sorry too, Seb. For everything." She said, her voice shook.

"What is in that mind of yours, honey? What are you thinking?" He asked gently as he put a stray of hair behind her ears.

She sat up slowly and took a deep breath then let it go.

"I just.. don't know yet how to deal with all this. All the negativity is killing me. And.. I can't believe I'm saying this but.. I love you yet at the same time I hate you. Does that make sense?" She asked as she turned to look at him.

"It does make sense Y/n, as much as I hate to admit it. I mean.. I felt it too yesterday, that's why I left. I needed to do something to let the hate go."

The thought of him feeling hate for her surprised her and hurt her too. They really did at one point hated each other yesterday. The realization made her stomach churn in discomfort.

"I guess that's where the term fighting like an old married couple comes from huh?" She said.

"I guess.. yeah." He shrugged.

She sighed and looked down. She really hated this part of marriage. She knew when she was getting married to him that things weren't going to be rainbows, unicorns and butterflies all the time. But she never thought they would have to deal with something as hard as this.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked after a while, turning to look at him.

"Of course, you know you can ask me anything." He said as he sat up as well and gazed at her expectantly.

"If nothing happened between you and Stephanie, then why didn't you tell me about meeting her?" She asked. That was one of the things that was still nagging her mind even though he had told her that nothing happened between them.

"I.. maybe I was embarrassed? To have dated someone who turned out to be a stripper. And.. well.. you know how chaotic our wedding was like and all the events after that. It just slipped my mind. I'm really sorry, honey." He replied. Regret clear in his eyes.

His explanation made sense. But the insecurity and jealousy still dominant in her heart.

"I.. I know I'm being crazy, but. Did you also sleep in each other's arms when you were with Stephanie? Or with your other exes for that matter?" She asked slowly, apprehension in her eyes.

He didn't answer right away. She could see a little panic and surprise in his eyes which made her suspicious. But then his eyes showed concern and he reached out to take her hands in his.

"Sweetheart, I'm not sure how the answer to that question will help us. It doesn't matter how I slept with them. It was all in the past. Right now what matters is you, us, Starlene."

"I know. I just.. I guess I want to know if I'm special. If you do something different with me compared to your other exes. It's just the jealousy in me. You know." She sighed.

"Honey.. I married you. I chose you. I left all of them for you. I waited 20 years to be with you. I waited for you to break up with Zac for years! And.. I guess that's why I'm so jealous of Zac. You have no idea the pain I felt those two times I went to your apartment to tell you how I felt about you only to find Zac behind the door." He said as he released her hands from his and gazed at her, pain and anger in his eyes.

She completely forgot about that fact. She understood now why he was so jealous of Zac and she felt guilty for all the pain she caused him. Yes, she was in pain as well because he didn't tell her about Stephanie. But then he was also in pain and it broke her heart.

"I.. I'm sorry, Seb." She said, reaching out to touch his hand and squeezed it tight.

"It's okay, honey. I ended up getting to be with you and that makes me happy. But I don't think I will get over being jealous with Zac. Especially after what happened." He sighed.

"Oh Seb, you have nothing to worry about. Zac is just a friend. Actually, he's not even that. I asked him not to contact me again."

"Oh, you did? Why?" He asked, his eyebrows raised.

"I.. well, after meeting him the second time I could tell he still had feelings for me. He asked if we could be friends again. But I just thought it was a bad idea so I decided to cut him out of my life."

"What?! After all these years he suddenly wanted to be friends with you?! Didn't he just leave you like that and never contacted you again?!" He asked, his voice raised in anger.

"I know. That's why I said no and asked him to stop contacting me again."

"Well, good for you sweetheart. He's an a**hole and doesn't deserve you. You know, if I ever get to meet him again, I would punch him in the face." He said furiously.

She was reminded again by the kiss Zac did to her back at the hotel in Amsterdam and how Sebastian almost found Zac in their room. She felt glad to make the decision not to tell him about the kiss. Seeing how he was so bothered like this, she couldn't imagine how angry and hurtful he would be if he knew Zac had kissed her. He would probably kill him.

"You're so cute when you're all jealous like this." She chuckled, deciding to change the tone. She was getting exhausted with all the negativity between them. She realized the only one who could change that was herself.

"Oh.. you like seeing me getting all bothered like this?" He asked in disbelief.

"Well.. maybe a little. It helps raise my confidence level." She said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh honey. Come here." He said as he pulled her gently towards him.

She sat on his lap and put her legs around his waist, straddling him. Then they put their arms around each other tight.

For a moment they just enjoyed being in each other's embrace. The simple act raised the confidence in each other's hearts and erased the jealousy they felt for each other's exes.

After a while he released her from his embrace, cupped the sides of her face with his hands and gazed at her intently.

"Look, Y/n.. no matter what happened, I love you. I will always love you. And I will never cheat on you, ever. You.. are.. the love of my life. You complete me like no other woman can. I will never hurt you by cheating on you. Please believe me, sweetheart." His eyes gazed at her full of love and hope.

She couldn't help but felt her heart swell with love at his words. Yes, love. Despite everything, she really did still love him. Maybe he was right. They could get through this as long as they still love each other and stayed loyal with each other. He did say he didn't cheat on her with Stephanie and she believed him. She didn't cheat on him either. So, there was no reason for them to split up. She really was getting ahead of herself.

"I love you too, Iubirea mea. I believe you and I will never cheat on you either." She smiled and his face brightened at that.

"I love it when you call me that, sweetheart." He smiled as he leaned closer to her.

He gazed at her full with love and gently kissed her forehead, both her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks and finally her lips.

His gentle kisses felt like home to her. As their kiss deepened she felt the hate, jealousy and distrust in her heart gradually disappeared, replaced by love and forgiveness.

He broke their kiss after a while and gazed at her intently.

"Honey, I'm sorry. Just a hypothetical question. I know how much you like Jude Law. If.. he suddenly comes to you and said he's in love with you and want to be you what would you do?"

"What?! Seb! Why are you asking me this?" She asked, laughing a little.

"I just want to know." He shrugged.

"Seb, it's impossible for Jude Law to fall in love with me. We barely know each other. Why didn't you name other men, like.. my other exes?" She asked in disbelief.

"Well, because I know now you would never accept them back into your life, seeing how each one of them are a**holes. But Jude seems like a perfect man. So.."

"He is not. He cheated on his fiancee. Did you know that?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, of course. But he didn't cheat on you. So.."

"Seb.. we barely know each other." She said in annoyance.

"But if you do know each other well.. would you leave me for him?" He asked, gazing at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

She finally realized it, despite everything, he also felt insecure about being with her just as she was insecure about being with him. They really were so similar to each other, even down to their insecurities with each other. The thought made her realize there was no one else more perfect for her in this world than him.

"Seb, Iubirea mea. Even if Jude Law, or Brad Pitt or Chris Pine comes to me and tells me that they love me and want to be with me, I will never leave you. You're the only man for me. There's no one else in this world more perfect for me than you." She said, gazing at him intently.

"That's all I need to hear." He smiled and his smile made her smile as well.

He leaned closer to her and kissed her again and for a moment everything felt perfect just like the way they used to be.

"Chris Pine?" He asked after a while, breaking their kiss.

"Yes.. what about him?"

"I didn't know you like him."

"Well.. I liked him in Star Trek and Wonder Woman."

"Star Trek.. you know I lost the role of Kirk to him."

"I do know. I don't think you fit as Kirk. I'm sorry, Iubirea mea. Chris is perfect as Kirk."

"Ouch! You know you deserve to be punished for that." He said as he started to tickle her waist.

"No.. Seb! Please don't." She giggled as he tickled his waist relentlessly.

"The monster is hungry, the monster wants to eat." He growled as he stopped tickling her and started to kiss and bite her neck gently.

"Seb.. stop it. You could wake Starlene up." She protested, struggling to let him go as the sensation of him kissing her neck sent shivers down her spine.

And sure enough Starlene woke up and started to cry.

"Okay.. okay.. I guess make up sex will have to wait." He said dejectedly as he let her go.

She laughed as she removed her legs from around him, scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up.

"Iubirea mea, it will have to wait until we get to Rome. You know we're leaving in like three hours." She reminded him as she scooped Starlene from the crib into her arms and rocked her gently to soothe her cries.

"Oh, right. We better get ready." He said, standing up as well.

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Somewhere on the way to Charles de Gaulle Airport, Paris - May 23rd 2023 - 10.30 am

She never thought being married to Sebastian would make her fear for her life.

No one knew who tipped the papparazzis off about where they were staying at. But when they got out of the hotel to get into their rented car, they were bombarded with flashes of lights from the papparazzis' cameras. The papparazzis shouted at them, asking for them to clarify their status and comment on the scandal the whole world thought that they were in.

Sebastian put his arms around her, protecting her from the papparazzis' harrassments as she carried Starlene and with great difficulty finally got into their rented car.

She thought they were safe as soon as they got into the car. But the papparazzis' were relentless and blocked them from being able to leave. It was not until the hotel security scolded them off that they finally backed off and let their car go. However, some of the papparazzis' had gotten into their own cars and motorcycles and started following them as they drove to the airport.

The driver of their rented car sped on the street as he tried to shake the papparazzis off their tail. Swerving left and right on the crowded street, almost hitting other cars in the process.

"Slow down, man!" Sebastian shouted, panic in his voice as the driver took a hard turn to the right at Place Charles de Gaulle, a large junction where twelve straight avenues meet, with Arc de Triomphe standing in the middle of it.

"I'm sorry, sir. But don't you want to shake them off?" The driver asked as he slowed the car down a little.

"Well yes, but I don't want us to end up like Princess Diana!" He protested, referring to the death of Princess Diana which was caused by a car accident after the driver of her car drove the car recklessly as they tried to shake papparazzis off their tail. Ironically the car accident also happened in Paris, not far from where they were at.

"I'm sorry, sir." The driver said in regret.

"It's okay. Just.. drive normally. It's no use anyway trying to shake these guys off." He said as he looked out the window.

She looked out the window as well and saw one of the papparazzis in a car next to them, taking pictures of them with their car window down.

She shook her head in disbelief as she looked around and realized their car ended up being surrounded by papparazzis in their cars and motorcycles who were still taking pictures of them and shooting videos of them.

It took about half an hour to reach the airport despite being chased by the papparazzis.

"Back off.. back off.. okay?! We have a plane to catch! Please, just back off!" Sebastian shouted as soon as he got out of the car at the airport's departure area.

With help from the driver of the car he successfully put all their luggages into a trolley while Y/n waited in the car with Starlene, not daring to come out for fear of being harrassed by the papparazzis.

"Come on, honey. It's okay." Sebastian said after he was finished dealing with their luggages. He opened the car door and guided her out.

She grabbed his hand tight and reluctantly got out of the car, flashes of lights from the papparazzis' cameras welcomed her.

Sebastian put his arms around her as they walked into the airport, following the driver of their car who had offered to take their trolley inside.

As soon as they started walking the papparazzis started to shout questions at them.

"Y/n! Is it true you cheated on Sebastian?!"

"What were you doing with Zac Hansen?!"

"Sebastian! Did you really hire a hooker in Cannes?!"

"Sebastian! How does it feel knowing you married a sl*t?!"

She felt her heart stung painfully as she heard one of the papparazzis' insult towards her.

Sebastian stopped as he heard that last shout from the papparazzi, prompting her to stop as well. He turned towards the papparazzi, grabbed the front of his collar with both hands and brought the papparazzi's face close to his.

"No one calls my wife a sl*t! You a**hole!" Then he released his hold on the papparazzi's collar and punched him hard in the face, startling everyone.

"Now back off all of you! Or I will punch each and every one of you!" He threatened, looking around him towards all the papparazzis.

Then he turned towards her and put his arms back around her and started to walk into the check-in area, leaving the papparazzis dumbfounded at what just happened.

As soon as they got into the safety of the check-in area and stood in queue he turned to her with his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Sweetheart, are you okay? I'm sorry about those stupid papparazzis." He said, his voice still sounded angry.

"I'm... I'm okay. Thank you for standing up for me, Iubirea mea." She said, her voice trembled.

"Of course, honey. I had to do it. That papparazzi deserved it." He grumbled.

"I hope you won't get into trouble for punching him."

"Oh he had it coming, it wasn't like he didn't trigger it. And we had plenty of witnesses who heard what he said. Don't worry about it." He said as he put his arms around her shoulder and squeezed her tight.

"Well, I hope there won't be anymore papparazzis in Rome." She said.

"I hope so too, honey." He said as he gently kissed her temple.

But their hopes were squashed in an instant. As soon as they got out of Leonardo Da Vinci International airport's arrival area they were bombarded yet again by papparazzis flashing their cameras at them and shouting questions at them, hindering them from being able to hire a taxi to take them to their accommodation.

After quite a struggle, they were finally able to get a taxi. She waited at the sidewalk with Starlene in her arms as Sebastian and the taxi driver loaded their luggages into the taxi. She covered Starlene's face and braced herself as the papparazzis continued to take pictures of them and shoot videos of them.

She was staring at Sebastian and the taxi driver when she felt her head wet all of a sudden. Someone had poured a drink on her head!

"Take that you wh**e! You don't deserve Sebastian you know!"

She turned around, the sweet liquid dripping from her hair onto Starlene, and found an angry girl shouted at her. The girl was wearing a Winter Soldier shirt and she was clearly a misguided jealous fan girl of Sebastian.

She didn't have a chance to respond as the angry girl turned around and ran quickly away from her.

She looked around and the papparazzis continued to take her pictures and shot videos of her. She never felt more embarrassed in her life.

She turned around to face Sebastian who was looking at her in shock.

"Oh my God, honey! Are you okay?!" He shouted as he ran to her side and put his arms around her shoulder.

She tried hard not to cry. She knew what she did next was going to be broadcasted all over the world. So she tried to stay calm even though deep inside she felt her heart in immense turmoil.

"I'm okay.. just wet." She chuckled but she couldn't hide the shake in her voice.

Sebastian immediately guided her to get into the taxi and after making sure all their luggages were in, he got into the taxi next to her and instructed the driver to leave immediately.

As suspected some of the papparazzis still followed them and she wondered whether they would be able to get out of the situation.

"Sweetheart, I'm really sorry about what happened." He said as he pulled some tissues from a tissue box that was thankfully available in the taxi.

He started to rub the tissue on her face and head and helped dry her hair while she took some tissue as well to clean Starlene up. Starlene was thankfully not cranky at all and just stared up at her as she cleaned her up from the liquid which seemed to be Pepsi.

"It's okay, Seb, it's not your fault." She shrugged.

"Oh but it is. I saw who did it to you. I can't believe they would dare to do something like this to you. You know what, I think I will never use Instagram again after this. And I'll never go to fan conventions again. Ever." He announced with hate in his voice.

"But Seb, that was just one of your fans who did that to me. It's unfair to the others who are nice and respectful to us." She protested.

He didn't respond right away but she could see the love and admiration in his eyes.

"You truly are the most patient and understanding woman in the world, Y/n. I love you so much." He said and he leaned in closer and kissed her, surprising her a little.

"I love you too Iubirea mea." She smiled and broke the kiss even though deep down she didn't feel the smile.

She couldn't wait to get into their accommodation and just cried her heart out in the bathroom. But seeing how the papparazzis were still on their tail and they didn't want to be followed back to their accommodation, they decided to take a drive around Rome as they tried to shake the papparazzis off their tail.

For their stay in Rome she had booked accommodation at a bed and breakfast located not far from the city center. But seeing how the papparazzis were very stubborn and kept following them, not to mention the incident with the crazy fan girl, she wondered if maybe they should stay somewhere else. Somewhere more private and with better security.

"Sweetheart, what do you think if we stay somewhere else? Somewhere more private and with better security." He asked, as if reading her mind.

"Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing." She replied as she pulled out her cellphone from her handbag and gave it to him.

"You want me to search for the options?" He asked, accepting the cellphone from her.

"Yeah.. I'm sorry Iubirea mea, after all that happened I can't think straight. I think I'm still rather shocked."

"Okay, I'm sorry again honey for what happened." He said, gazing at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

"It's okay Iubirea mea, it's really not your fault." She smiled and he smiled back.

After browsing for options Sebastian decided to book a suite at one of the most luxurious five star hotel in Rome, Hotel de Russie. Located between the Spanish steps and Piazza del Popolo, Hotel de Russie was dubbed "paradise on earth" by French poet Jean Cocteau in 1917. And the title still rang true until today. The hotel had a stunning Mediterranean tiered Secret Garden with rose bushes, orange trees, and mature pine. It's hard not to feel like one had stepped into heaven on earth. And that was exactly what she felt as she and Sebastian finally stopped at the hotel and entered the beautiful garden.

The hotel had the option for guests to check-in at their suites, especially celebrity guests like Sebastian who had booked one of the largest suites they had on offer, the Valadier suite. So once they arrived they were immediately whisked away to their suite, away from the papparazzis who finally left them because they couldn't get into the hotel and away from prying eyes of other hotel guests.

The gentle sounds of the small waterfall flowing in the garden immediately calmed her down as they walked towards their suite. There was a beautiful courtyard in the middle of the hotel with tables and chairs set in rows where people could sit and enjoy snacks or drinks while enjoying the serene atmosphere of the hotel. Looking at the beautiful courtyard she made a mental note to ask Sebastian to visit it. But as they passed it she could see and feel people turning to look at them, some even looked at her in dislike. She changed her mind immediately and decided that she would rather stay at their suite rather than being out there and being stared at by strangers with judgmental looks on their faces.

After passing the courtyard and the garden and climbed up the stairs for several floors they finally arrived at their suite. Her eyes widened as they entered the suite. The suite had stunning views with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the Secret Garden and Pincian Hill. It also had a french balcony facing the garden. The interior was airy and bright with green and yellow color palette and decorated with contemporary yet classic style. With one huge bedroom, a living room and a marble bathroom complete with a bathtub, double showers and double washbasins, it really was the perfect place to stay after a stressful day.

As soon as they were settled in she immediately went to take a bath with Starlene, trying to clean the sticky mess the Pepsi left on her hair. While she was in the bath Sebastian ordered some room service for them. They had arrived in the afternoon, missing lunch so they were famished. There was a beautiful restaurant out at the garden, a level above the courtyard, but they decided to eat in their suite instead as they were still feeling tired and wary of getting out and being in the public eye again.

As she soaked herself in the bathtub with Starlene on her lap, her mind wandered back to all the shocking events happening that day. How with just one simple decision, the decision to visit Zac at his concert, things could snowball into something scandalous and preposterous like what they were experiencing. Her heart ached as she remembered the papparazzi shouting an insult at her. Then she could feel the coldness of the Pepsi poured on her head and how hurtful it was to see someone looking at her with so much hate and calling her a wh**e.

Her eyes pricked as she remembered the events. All the emotions she had bottled up inside since those events happened finally exploded to the surface and she cried hard. Starlene, sensing her mother's distress looked up at her and started crying too.

"Oh Starlene dear, please don't cry too." She begged as Starlene continued to cry and both mother and daughter cried in unison.

"Sweetheart, are you and Starlene okay? Can I come in?" Sebastian asked from behind the bathroom door. It was inevitable that he heard their cries. The bathroom was adjacent to the bedroom where he was lying down on the bed getting some rest.

"Come on in, Seb." She replied as she sniffled and tried hard to stop crying.

She wiped the tears from her eyes and willed herself to calm down as Sebastian opened the door and approached them.

"Honey, my darling little star, what happened?" He asked as he knelt by the bathtub and gazed at them in concern.

Starlene stopped crying as she looked at Sebastian and stretched her hands up, wanting to be picked up by him. He went to get a towel then reached down and picked Starlene up. He wrapped her gently in the towel and looked down at Y/n, who just gazed at him with tears still falling down her cheek.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" He asked again, concern filled his eyes.

"No, I'm not okay." She sighed as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Oh honey, are you still thinking about what happened?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I need some time to digest things." She sighed again.

"Tell you what, I'll put some clothes on Starlene and I'll come back for you. We can talk then, okay?" He suggested. She just nodded in response.

She stared at his back as he went out of the bathroom with Starlene. Her heart ached as negative thoughts started to enter her mind. Being married to a celebrity really was not a walk in the park like everyone thought, she sighed. She remembered how from the get go their relationship had run into obstacle after obstacle. She was reminded again on the thought she had before their wedding. It really seemed as if the universe didn't want them to be together. Was this the universe's way of literally pouring a Pepsi on her and making her stop and realize that maybe they just weren't meant to be?

Her heart went into turmoil as the thought entered her mind. Maybe it really was bad luck kissing him right before the ceremony. Maybe it really was bad luck accepting that bracelet from Sebastian's mother as the something blue she wore during her wedding. After all, her first marriage failed. She couldn't help but wonder if her marriage would end up the same way. She wasn't superstitious in the least but having all these unfortunate things happening to her and Sebastian throughout their honeymoon just might turn her into believing in it.

She was drowning in the depths of the negative thoughts when Sebastian entered the bathroom again.

"Starlene is all dry and clean. I left her in the crib. She seemed to be sleepy." He said as he went closer to her.

"Okay. Thank you, Iubirea mea." She nodded as she looked up at him.

"You're welcome, sweetheart.

Mind if I join you?" He asked, still with concern on his face.

"Of course not, Iubirea mea." She smiled but her smile didn't reach her eyes.

Sebastian took off his clothes and she scooted to the front a little as he slowly sat behind her in the bath tub. In normal circumstances looking at him in all his naked glory would immediately turn her on. But not this time. She felt a little like being outside her body as she felt Sebastian's hands gently rubbing her head and cleaning her hair. Her mind kept on replaying all the things happening to them since they got married. How absurd everything were and how they all made her doubt their relationship.

For several minutes they didn't say anything as he continued to clean her hair with some shampoo and put some conditioner on her hair as well. He took the time to also massage her head and shoulder gently, giving her some unexpected spa treatment.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" He asked as his hands continued to massage her head gently.

"Conflicted." She replied.

"Oh? Conflicted about what?"

"Well, on the one hand I really want to enjoy your massage on my head and shoulder but on the other hand the negative thoughts that we're just not meant to be together keep on appearing in my mind." She sighed.

"What?! Honey, what makes you think we're not meant to be together?" He asked, dumbfounded as he paused his movements on her head.

"Well.. everything that had happened to us since we got together."

"Okay, I understand that honey, but like I said, I believe the universe is testing us to see how much we love each other and how strong our love is for one another." He said adamantly.

"You think so?" She asked, doubt in her voice. "Because the minute we made up earlier back in Paris we were immediately bombarded by another obstacle, and then the minute we arrived in Rome the same thing happened. There was not one city we visited throughout this honeymoon where we didn't experience a single obstacle, not one. Don't you find that strange?"

"Honey, all marriages face challenges."

"I know, but.. most likely not like ours. We haven't had a break since we got married, Seb. I'm.. I'm tired." She said, her bottom lip trembled as she tried hard not to cry again.

Sebastian didn't respond immediately and just wrapped her in his arms, burying his nose in her hair as she failed in her effort not to cry and she continued to sob.

"Ssshh.. sweetheart, everything is going to be okay." He said gently into her ear, trying to soothe her cries as his hands rubbed the sides of her arms gently.

His soothing words and gentle carress helped in calming her down. She stopped crying and wiped the tears from her eyes and sighed.

"Honey, we still have three more days in this honeymoon. It's not over yet. We could end it in a happy note." He said, trying to cheer her up.

"Yeah? How? I doubt we could get out without being followed by those papparazzis." She said in defeat.

"You know the hotel offers a private tour with a private car, guide and chauffeur. I bet they could arrange something so we can get out without being seen by those papparazzis. And we could just stay in the car, avoiding all the crowded places." He suggested.

"Seb, despite how tempting it is, I don't feel like going out at all." She sighed.

"Okay, I think the hotel has an indoor pool and spa. We could just stay in and relax in this place without having to go out. And there's that beautiful garden outside, we could just stroll around there. What do you think?" He asked.

"That sounds good." She finally said after giving it a thought.

"Good. I'm happy you think that. And you know, this suite is beautiful, if you don't feel like going out at all we could just stay in and make love all day." He said and she could feel his manhood twitched underneath her bottom, making her involuntarily felt turned on as well.

"I bet you love that." She said, turning around to look at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh I do. In fact we could probably start now." He said, giving her a smile as he gazed at her with hooded eyes, love and lust clear in his eyes.

She smiled and slowly turned around to face him. She sat on his lap, straddling him and stared at his gorgeous ocean blue eyes which had turned a little dark with desire. He cupped the sides of her face gently and stared at her intently.

"Y/n, sweetheart, I love you. No matter what obstacle we face, please don't give up on us, don't give up on me. I.. I don't know if I could live without you." His voice shook.

"Oh, Seb. I'm sorry for thinking all these negative thoughts." She said as she reached up and stroked his cheek gently with her thumb.

"It's okay, honey. I know it's been hard on you. I wish it was me that got all the insults. I wish it was me that got poured on by Pepsi. I wish I could save you from all the pain and humiliation."

"Iubirea mea, it's okay. I'm happy you punched that papparazzi and stood up for me. And.. well.. I do appreciate you saying how you would stop interacting with your fans again." She responded.

"And I'm serious with that, honey."

"And I appreciate it, really." She smiled.

"Good, maybe you could show me more appreciation then?" He asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

She just smiled and nodded as he leaned closer to her and their lips finally met.

They ended up doing make up sex in the bath tub, which felt completely different yet amazing for her. Being in a fight with him before and having thoughts of leaving him made her more desperate as they made love. They did it gently yet with a sense of urgency as they realized how precious it was to be able to be together again the way they used to after they faced the threat of not being able to be together again.

"I love you so much, sweetheart." He whispered after they reached their peak together.

"I love you so much too, Iubirea mea." She whispered back as she put her forehead on his and basked in the glorious aftermath of their love making.

They held on to each other tight, giving each other the love and power they needed to face the next obstacles that they surely were going to face.

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News of Sebastian punching the papparazzi in the face and Y/n being poured Pepsi on the head by a jealous fan girl spread like wild fire. It was only a matter of time until Emma finally contacted them.

They were in the living room watching some TV while cuddling on the sofa that night when her cellphone rang. She picked it up from the coffee table in front of her and saw Emma's name on the screen.

"Who is it, honey?" Sebastian asked.

"It's Emma." She replied.

"Give it to me. I bet she wants to talk to me." He said, extending his hand to her.

She gave her cellphone to him and stood up.

"Hello." Sebastian answered the call while she went to the bedroom to check on Starlene.

Starlene was sleeping soundly in the crib, much to her relief so she went back to the living room and found Sebastian looking distraught as he listened to whatever Emma had to say.

"That's stupid. I was just standing up for my wife! Everyone heard what that a**hole was saying! You heard it didn't you? Isn't there a single video out there showing the dumba** calling her a sl*t?!" He asked, disbelief written clearly on his face.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she listened to him. He seemed to be in trouble over punching the papparazzi.

She sat down next to him and put her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in encouragement.

"What?! No, no.. I'm not going back there! I'm still on my honeymoon, Emma! We just want several days in peace! Can't we just hire someone to represent me there? I'm sure Kenneth have a colleague in Paris who can represent me." He pleaded.

His eyebrows furrowed in anger as he continued to listen to Emma. Y/n could only stare at him with dread in the pit of her stomach, hoping whatever happened was not as bad as she thought.

"Yes, please just do that. I can't leave her again.. I.. well that's just a nightmare for us. No, if you could please just have someone represent us there, that would be great. Thank you, Emma." He said, calm slowly written on his face. But the calmness lasted for only a second as he suddenly stood up and strong curses left his mouth, startling her.

He paced the room and brushed his hair in agitation as he continued to listen to Emma.

"Is that so? They are concerned about their f*****g image?! What about my well being? What about Y/n's well being? We just want to enjoy several days in peace, Emma. You have no idea the hell we've been through." He protested.

He froze on the spot as he listened to Emma and after a while he finally said.

"Fine.. what do they want? A clarification? A pap walk? I'm not doing interviews. Not until we get back." He said as he started to pace the room again.

"No, I don't even have a phone. And after what that stupid fan did to her, I'm contemplating on leaving Instagram. They don't deserve me after what they've done." He said with hatred.

He took a deep breath and sighed.

"Yeah.. okay, I'll reconsider. But for now I'm not.. well.. okay, that makes sense, yeah. Fine, I'll do that. But do we still have to do the f*****g pap walk?" He asked in distress.

"Okay, I'll ask her. Yeah. Later Emma." He said and he finally hung up.

He took a deep breath and looked at her who was staring at him from the sofa.

"What happened, Seb?" She asked gently.

He walked closer to her, put the cellphone on a coffee table and sat next to her.

"Two things, honey. Emma said the stupid papparazzi pressed charges on me for punching him. He asked for compensation and a public apology and there's a trial for the case in Paris that we should attend.. "

"What?! How dare he?!" She exclaimed in disbelief.

"I know! I can't believe he had the audacity to do that. But I asked Emma to ask Kenneth if he had a colleague who could represent us there. So we don't have to go to the stupid trial." He said, reaching out to squeeze her hand in his.

"Okay. I really hope he has someone. I don't want to go back for the trial." She said.

"Me neither, honey."

"So, what's the second thing?" She asked, bracing herself for the worse.

"Marvel contacted Emma saying they're concerned after seeing the footage of me punching that stupid papparazzi. And they're also concerned about the scandal surrounding our marriage and asked for some clarification from us." He sighed.

"Oh, that doesn't sound so bad, Iubirea mea." She responded.

"Yeah well, the thing is, because of all the bad talks surrounding me they're considering of letting me go and cast someone else as Bucky for the Thunderbolts."

"What?! That's just stupid and unacceptable!" She couldn't help but raise her voice in anger.

"Yeah.. I don't know. They've been weird ever since Disney changed their CEO and Stan Lee died." He shrugged.

"I bet Kevin has nothing to do with this. I have a hard time believing it if he does. He has been so nice to you." She said, referring to Kevin Feige, the head of Marvel Studios.

"Yeah.. I don't know. It's disappointing really. Anyway, because of this, they're pushing for me to do something to change the narrative and clarify everything to make a better public perception of me otherwise they really are going to let me go." He sighed.

"Oh Seb.. I'm really sorry to hear that." She said, reaching out to squeeze his hand.

"Thanks honey. Emma said the simplest thing for me to do is to make a statement on Instagram and then to do a pap walk with you, showing the world that we're okay." He said, looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed.

She sighed. A pap walk. Just when she wanted to stay out of the public eye she was forced to show herself into the world. How cruel the universe really was to her.

"I know that you prefer not to do that. But.. I.. I'm sorry to say this, honey, but I don't have a choice. So I would be very happy if you agree on doing a pap walk. It's for our own good too." He pleaded.

She didn't respond immediately and just stared at him, contemplating the options. To be honest she just wanted to go home and shut herself in her room and not come out for days, maybe months.

"Seb, the papparazzis already took a lot of pictures of us back in Paris and earlier today. I'm sure they clearly showed that we're okay. Can't they just use those to proof we're okay?" She asked.

"They're not enough, honey. And my team don't have control and rights over those pictures. We need new ones within their control." He explained dejectedly.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I really hate dragging you into this. I really really am." He said, his head hung.

"But you don't have a choice." She stated coldly.

"Yeah.. I'm sorry, sweetheart." He said in regret.

"Seb, can't we just do the pap walk once we get back? Honestly I'm exhausted. I just.. I just want to relax for several days." She pleaded.

"I know and I'm sorry honey. But you know Thunderbolts starts shooting early next month and we're all pressed for time. I hope you can understand that." He said, squeezing her hand back and giving her puppy dog eyes.

She took a deep breath and let it go. As much as she hated it, her marriage to him really came with a price. A price she wondered if she was willing to continue to pay. But as she gazed at his puppy dog eyes and felt his warm hand on hers, she was reminded of how much she loved him and how she couldn't just leave him in his time of need.

"Fine, let's do the pap walk." She finally said with a heavy heart.

His face brightened immediately and he reached over and gave her a tight hug.

"You really are the best wife in the world, honey. I really don't deserve you." He said as they broke apart.

He cupped the sides of her face with his hands and peppered kisses on her face, making her smile.

"I.. love.. you.. so.. much.. my.. honey.. bunny.. sweetie...pie.. beautiful.. queen." He said as he placed kiss after kiss on her face, making her heart swell with love.

"I love you too, Iubirea mea." She smiled and their lips finally met.

As they continued kissing she made a silent prayer in her heart that the pap walk would go well and wouldn't take too much of their time. And she also hoped the trial in Paris goes well for them and they didn't need to attend it.

She couldn't wait for the honeymoon to be over and to just come home.

Unfortunately her prayers were once again not granted.

The minute they went out of the hotel the next day to do the pap walk, they were bombarded again by the papparazzis. They had planned on just doing a short walk to the Spanish Steps and have their pictures taken there but there were so many papparazzis that they found it hard to walk around. And worse of all they kept shouting questions at them and some even hurled insults at them again. Sebastian tried to keep his cool but she knew it was really hard for him. His jaw clenched several times and he balled his fists as if ready to attack anyone who dared to insult them again. But of course he didn't dare to attack anyone again knowing his job was on the line and trying to avoid getting himself sued again.

The walk lasted barely an hour and they were just about to enter the hotel when someone sneaked closer to them and threw an egg on her head! She turned around and found a girl looking deranged shouting insults at her.

"You don't deserve him you sl*t! Just leave him and do us all a favor and stop with all these fakery!" She yelled.

Before she could respond the girl was forcefully whisked away by the hotel security, leaving her on the spot with eggs dripping on her head.

Flashes of light from the papparazzis' cameras continued to blind her as Sebastian immediately put his arms around her and guided her into the hotel. All the while she just felt numb inside.

But the minute they entered their suite she broke down and cried. Sebastian picked Starlene off from her arms and guided her to come to the bedroom. He put Starlene in her crib while she went to the bathroom.

She stopped in front of the sink and started to clean the eggs from her head with tears still streaming down her face.

"Here honey, let me help you." Sebastian said gently as he stood behind her and started to help clean her hair with some water from the sink.

Once her head was clean enough she slid down on the floor and just cried her heart out. Sebastian embraced her tight and let her cry on his shoulder.

"What did I do? Why all the hate?" She croaked in between her sobs.

"You didn't do anything, honey. It's not your fault. Those fan girls are just crazy. I'm really really sorry, sweetheart." He said as he rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe her.

"Let's just go home. I just want to go home." She pleaded, her voice shook.

He nodded and kissed her forehead gently, prompting her to continue to cry.

Her dignity was shattered that day. Her confidence broke into a million pieces and scattered into the wind. She didn't know if she could recover from this. She didn't know if she could continue to sacrifice herself for him. And that thought broke her even more apart.

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She stared at Sebastian's smiling face the next day as they sat across the aisle from each other on the first class airplane back to New York.

He reached his hand out to hers and she extended her hand to his. He squeezed her hand tight and mouthed 'I love you', she smiled and mouthed back 'I love you'. But her heart continued to bleed inside as she contemplated to make one of the hardest decisions of her life. A decision that could break her and him and change everything.

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A/N: For the record, I didn't write this chapter to intentionally offend anyone. What I wrote was just for story purposes and in no way conveyed what I think about us Seb fans in general. I know there are much more respectful and sane Seb fans out there rather than the crazy ones. And even the crazy ones aren't as crazy as those I wrote in this chapter. I hope you guys can understand that 🙏🙏🙏

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𝑵𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒄𝒚!

Shuri is 18 Ramiah(my oc, reader is Ramiah) is 18

𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂.

Ramiah got sent to this private school for smart teens in California, Shuri put herself in that school because she just wanted to go.

( T'challa and the Queen are still alive!)

Fluff,smut?, getting caught .

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓰𝒔

𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒕,𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑,𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈,𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 😽😽

NOT PROOF READ SO SORRY FOR ERRORS GUYS!!

Welp I hope y'all enjoy this story! 😮‍💨

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

•Ramiah and shuri have been secretly dating for 5 months and Ramih thinks it's a good idea to take shuri with her to her home town for Christmas.

Her family is very excited to meet shuri and to know that your dating a princess is very special to them so they also got her some gifts.

•

" Hey bae I think it's time I get a new hairstyle.." shuri has been talking to you about taking her braids out and getting a hair cut but she could never pick what she wanted, and y'all leave in 3 days so y'all had to figure Thai out quickly.

You searched up and down on Pinterest and found a hair cut you think would suit her.

( this is what she wanted)

You showed her the picture and she loved it.

She was cheesing so hard after her hair cut she was excited to show you and her mom and brother and Ofcourse your family.

Shuri ended up calling t'challa.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳(FaceTime)

" Hey! Shuri how you been? You excited for the American tradition og the holly chrsitmas??" He started the call with all of these questions .

" Look Brother look!" She showed herself and her hair

" OMG! You look amazing!" Her mother shouted from the back.

" yea you look good shuri."

" ik im so excited to show her and her family."

" where's Ramiah?"

" she's in the shower rn"

" oh yea wait for her to come out don't be like those American kids that invaded privacy." T'challa exclaimed trying to make a point.

" alright we'll I'll let the Black panther go, I'll see y'all later love you guys bye." She hung up quickly as she heard the shower turn off."

𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑫

•

You walked out with a towel wrapped around your body and with lotion in your hand. You didn't notice shuri was standing there watching you. You dropped your towel and put on a bra and underwear and then lotion up the rest of your bare skin. You turned around and jumped.

" WTF! Shuri you scared me.!" You started laughing after you saw her and walked up to her and out your arms around her neck while you hugged her not even noticing you were butt booty naked infront of her. Not like it was first time she seen you snaked but like it wasn't an on going thing.

Shuri put her hands on your waist and then started easing her hands to your ass and cupped ur cheeks in her hands.

" Big smile, Big heart,Big ass...wow I'm in heaven" you didn't even notice her hair until you backed away from her.

" OMG! Bae you look so cute!!!!" You praised her.

•

2 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓.

It's a day before you and shuri leave the school to take a plane to your home town. NYC. It was going to be dressing cold there so you and shuri had to buy new coats, gloves,hats, and boots. Yknow y'all had to be nice and warm since shuri never experienced the cold cold of nyc you had to get your baby right.

You and shuri left the next moring and got there in the after noon. Y'all left at 7 am and got there at 12pm(noon).

•

"alright shuri don't be nervous there nice and welcoming and they might ask weird questions but remember don't take it to heart."

" alright my love."

You knocked on the door and it opened in an instant.

" hey sweetie and hello shuri!" Your mother was so excited. Now your uncles always acted like this when you brought your dates home female or male. Your uncles was happy to see you and her but they just had to be real and ask some questions. It was December 23rd.

You showed shuri to your room and it was very much like you.

" wow I baby your room is so pretty she aw'ed in love for your room she really liked it." Your mom came upstairs and told y'all that shuri was gonna sleep on your little folding couch bed and you n shuri agreed.

•

You and shuri was chilling on your bed the door closed and y'all was watching " how the grinch stole Christmas (2018)" and eating some green popcorn to match the vibe you just put green food coloring in the butter.

" bae..." shuri looked at you with her puppy dog eyes.

" yea ?" You sat a little bit becuase shuri was laying her head on your lap.

She cupped your face a little and kissed you very passionately. You melted into her touch and lips . She sat up and moved the bowl of popcorn to your night stand and turned you over so that you were sitting on her lap on top of her.

She bit your lip and you let her in and she explored ur mouth.

" mmh shuri." You mumbled but she she didn't let you go.

•

She had her hands rigged down in ur pants slowly rubbing on ur clit and inserting 2 fingers.

U had to keep kissing shuri to hold back ur moans.

" u like that huh,love?" She made fun of the way you kept kissing her and biting your lip to keep ur moans in.

There was a knock at your door and before you and shuri could stop the door opened and shuri quickly lid down on your stomach to hid ur bare bottom and she played as if she was sleep.( she is very good at it)

" um hey what you guys doing?"

Your mom asked you kinda confused on why shuri was laying on you and why you looked kinda out of breath.

" shuri is laying her fat head on me that's what's going on" you started laughing n later your mom started laughing ,she then left saying that the food will be done in 10 mins.

( close one)

DINNER TIME!!🍗

"So how long have you and my sister been together?" Your older brother asked, your brother was only 20 years old and he went to a medical school.

" we been together for 5 months"

Shuri told them.

You all shifted to your HUMONGOUS loving room to watch a movie...a scary movie and when I say scary movie I mean we boutta watch conjuring. ( I've never watch this movie I just know it's like a doll and shit, so don't get on me!!😀) when your family suggested the movie because they know you don't FUAK with that shit at all but you wasn't boutta bitch out on ya gf so you decided to grab a blanket some water and ur gf and y'all sat together on the couch and your the others sat on like the chairs of the floor or the other two couches.

When the movie started u were already scared and your head was bucking from the blanket to the screen.

Shuri caught on and started slightly giggling at you , she wasn't one to be scared of a fake ass movie based on true events so the move to her wasn't scary at all.

" AHH!" You screamed when something jumped out on the screen and everyone started laughing.

About a an hour and 2 mins in you decide you seen enough and wanted to go to your room but you were scared to go upstairs cause all the lights were all off and you would have to walk in the middle of the of the hall to turn the switch so you begged shuri to come with you so that you can go to your room and watch cartoons. Soon she obliged to she came with you and held your hand and turned on the lights to the hallway and the room.

You were still scared.

So you made her stay with you while you watched SpongeBob and shit.

" look bae I wanna go back downstairs the movie is probably over by now" she started whining to you

" no baby stay with me...please...." You came up with a plan in your mind while she was whining you were gonna seduce her.

" why you talkin like that?" She noticed ur change in voice in your last two words

" like what...just stay with me....pls" while you were saying your last words you pulled her hand towards ur 😽😽 cause you also wanted to finish what y'all started earlier.

" bae...stop before you start something and I'm not stopping." She tried to warn you like she does ( that never really works till after) " I'm not scared..." you tried to play big dog

" ight my love whatever you say"

5 mins later.

Shuri was now eating your like it was her last meal.

“ shuri…fuck…..RIGHT THERE!” You whisper screamed to her and pushed her head down further while your legs started shaking

Suddenly you started shaking even more than wet urself. You squirted on shuri. This was the first time you’ve ever squirted. You got embarrassed and covered your very breathy face under a pillow and closed your legs.

“ wow bae didn’t know you were a squirter” she was making her way to your bathroom in your room and wiping her face with a rag and then brung a warm rag to clean you.

She saw your position you were still sitting up kinda shifted and with a pillow covering your face and your legs closed.

“ cmon bae open your legs cause if I do imma start eating you out again.”

“ no! I’m embarrassed I didn’t know I could do that.”

“ well me either but that doesn’t matter open up before I do it, we gotta clean you.”

Your didn’t open your legs so she forced them open and started cleaning you down there and wiping off the cum and (water) off you while she was cleaning you up she kept looking at her she tried to fight the urge to not kiss her but she couldn’t hold it no more. She started pecking your clit then she went to eating your out again very slow as if she was making out with your front lips.

“ shuri I can’t take it” you whined but your pleaing fell on deaf ears as she quicker her pace. She decided she needed to use something else so she picked you up and sat you on your sink and ran you a warm bath and she told you to playing your self to open yourself up while she set up your bath. “Shuri…” you cried while you bit on your shirt while you played with yourself. She came back to the bathroom and locked the door she had y’all’s phones and a toy in her hand. A strap. It was a vibranium strap that made her feel what you feel.

“ you opened up baby..” when you and her would get like this her voice would be deep and raspy and seductive.

•

She was hitting it hard. She was hitter your happy spot with every thurst making you scream out loud not caring about your family members that are downstairs.

“ uh uh uh shuri…oh my good shuri! I’m about to cum omg omg omg omg” you came and shortly after she came with you.

•

You and shuri was sleeping your freshly new sheets( you had extra sheets in your closet and just threw the other one in a first clothes hamper.

You and shuri was laying down tired asf cause y’all just fucked like ya life depended on it. Y’all was watching all American home coming.

You were the first to fall asleep and shit feel asleep after you.

THE NEXT MORING

You tried to get up but you feel kids hard in your rug and it jerked shuri awake.

“ omg bae are you ok??”

“ no your fucked me up”

“ oh yea sorry” she started laughing your face and you started laughing shortly after but then your phone started ringing it was your mom.

“ hey mom!”

“ hey so how was your night?”

“ it was ok”

“ it didn’t sound “ just ok””

“ wym”

“ I mean y’all were very loud last night I didn’t think y’all was even on that part of y’all relationship yet but keep it down next time and we’re all going out to eat so y’all get dressed nicely ok?”

“ ok” you hung up wackily and told shuri it’s her fault you were so loud.

THATS THE END

This was very fun to write I hope y’all liked it and sorry I haven’t posted ina. While I’ve had lots of work to do with my school and stuff. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ( this was 2154 words long🙀🙀😨)

#shuri is a eater #shuri x black!reader #shuri smut #x black fem reader

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