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But the question of one's favorite version of the Legion of Super-Heroes is a deceptively complex one. It's not just a matter of team line-ups or creative teams, but the actual directions and themes explored by the franchise. The Legion has been relaunched and repackaged more than anything else in the DC Universe -- a universe where the line-wide reboot has become the go-to move -- and each time it's based on different ideas of what these characters mean, and what the future looks like. As much as they might be in the same continuity, the original Legion has a completely different set of ideals that it's exploring than the Dystopian "Five Years Later" Legion of the '80s, and when Mark Waid and Barry Kitson "threebooted" the Legion in 2004, their stories were a reaction to a completely different environment in comics than when they rebooted it the first time ten years earlier.

And because each version of the Legion is so thematically different than the others, the question of which one's your favorite has a lot to do with which of those themes you find appealing. For me, there's no question, and I'm sure this won't surprise anyone: I love the original Silver Age Legion.

Part of that comes from the same reason that I love a lot of Silver Age books, in that it's just full of bizarre kookiness, with a sci-fi setting that allowed the creators to ratchet the weirdness up even higher than they did in the regular line back in those days. There's one story in the '60s where someone's spying on the Legion and they can't figure out who until they realize that there's a tiny little man living in Sun Boy's ankle who was surgically implanted there by one of their enemies when Sun Boy went to the dentist, and it's hard to say if that was actually the craziest thing they ever did in those stories.

But more than that, there's an optimism to it.

When I talked to him about writing the Star Trek / Legion crossover, Chris Roberson told me that one of the things that attracted him to both franchises was that they both showed an optimistic future, and he's right. When you think about the time when the Legion was created in 1958 and those years in the '60s when they grew in popularity, that was the same time when people were building fallout shelters in the back yard and teaching school kids to duck and cover under a school desk in the event of an atom bomb. Nuclear war wasn't just a possibility, it was seen as something that was pretty much inevitable, and that was reflected in the fiction of the time. This was the dawn of the post-apocalyptic story, with increasingly grim visions of the future based on the destruction that we'd already seen.

But with Silver Age comics in general, and the Legion in particular, it was different. I imagine that the Comics Code and a desire to not get any irate letters from parents about terrifying their children with visions of nuclear holocaust were as much a motivating factor as any bright-eyed hope for the future when creators like Otto Binder and Jerry Siegel approached it, but the fact remains that they showed us a future that was thriving.

The Legion's 30th Century wasn't quite a utopia, but it wasn't a wasteland either. It was a glimpse of a future where everything worked out okay, with a galaxy of strange aliens from even stranger worlds united behind Earth. Well, okay, admittedly, they were less strange aliens and more "a bunch of white people and one green dude," but the sentiment was there. The very existence of that art deco skyline of the 30th century was a sign that we as a civilization had made it through, even when it was under attack by computer robots.

There's actually a story from 1964 -- the first appearance of Dream Girl, if you want to look it up -- where a few Legionnaires take a one-panel field trip to a world that actually has been destroyed in an atomic war, but for them, it's a strange historical curiosity that they're viewing from the outside. It's a "might have been" and not a "definitely will."

Of course, the fact that things worked out okay was to be expected. Even though we were in danger here in the real world, the Legion's future was descended from an Earth that had Superman protecting it, which points to another great element of the team. They have that same aspirational element to them that I love about characters like Robin and Jimmy Olsen, but it's applied to an entire universe. The existence of the Legion is predicated on two different ideas about Superman. The first is just that Superman is there to make sure that their future exists, and as simple as that might sound, the fact that we see the end result of what he does makes his struggle in that Never-Ending Battle against evil mean something. A dystopian future means that he failed somewhere along the line and that in the end, all of his good works didn't matter. A future that's bright and united, however, means that all of those times he saved the world from Luthor or Brainaic actually counted for something, that there was something out there to make it worthwhile.

And the second is that it's those battles, and Superman specifically, that inspire the Legion to form and use their powers to do the same thing he did. It's a pretty strong recommendation for his character that his legend and his accomplishments last for the next thousand years, and it lends a power to the mythology of Superman. It immediately puts him in the ranks of Hercules and Robin Hood, these figures that we still talk about a thousand years (or more) after they first entered culture. It just does it in a way that we don't have to wait around to see if it actually works out that way once 2958 rolls around.

Just as important as that, though, it casts the Legionnaires themselves as fans. Just like Jimmy Olsen, it brings the idea that the readers themselves could be part of the story to the forefront, with the added wish fulfillment of granting them super-powers and sending them off on their own adventures. It's something that Waid and Kitson touched on in their "Threeboot" Legion, going as far as to have the characters actually sitting around reading Silver Age comics and drawing inspiration from the adventures there to escape from the boring repetition of their world. Which, incidentally, may be a metaphor for what was going on in the rest of the DC Universe at the time. Who knows.

Anyway, that ties in with yet another element that I find really appealing, that springs right from the fact that they're so readily identifiable to the readers: The Legion are a bunch of kids. There are later versions where the same characters have grown up, but for me, that doesn't work as well at all. It breaks one of the best metaphors of the entire franchise, that they're children, a group that symbolizes the future, who also literally represent the future. They're the ones looking around at their world with fresh eyes and going "Hey, we should all just be like Superman." Adults -- with the exception of those who sit around thinking about funnybooks all day -- don't think like that, but kids do, and the Legion are a bunch of kids who actually have the power to make that work.

Incidentally, I feel the same way about the X-Men -- not that there should never be grown-up X-Men, but that there should always be some kind of emphasis on young characters and the school. The metaphor of evolution and the newer, younger species arriving to possibly replace the old is just too good to pass up.

Speaking of the X-Men, I think it's fair to say that that's a franchise that owes a lot to the Legion, and not just because Dave Cockrum originally designed Nightcrawler and Colossus as Legionnaires before they were rejected and sent packing across town to Marvel. Because it was set in the future and not bound to the rest of the DC Universe, the Legion was free to build its own continuity, and it took a path of change and dynamism that you didn't usually see in the Silver Age. Things didn't always end with a return to the Status Quo. Lightning Lad died, came back, lost an arm, and had it replaced. New members joined. Prospective members were rejected and formed their own teams. A third of Triplicate Girl was killed off "permanently" and she returned as Duo Damsel. Things changed.

But the most important thing that the X-Men and most other comics about teenage superheroes lifted from the Legion is that for the first time, kids with super-powers acted like actual kids. And by that, I mean that they were massive jerks to each other.

And I love that about them.

I wrote about this once for a book of essays on the Legion called Teenagers From The Future (available now in finer bookstores everywhere, tell your friends), but it really just boils down to this: When adults are jerks to each other, they're just jerks, but when kids are jerks it's because they're kids. Kids make up weird rules about things and get unreasonably angry when someone breaks them. They form clubs with bizarre secret rules that they take too seriously until they forget about them and never bring them up again. They're dicks to each other for no discernible reason.

And that is exactly how the Legion conducts itself.

Maybe the best example of this is the occasional recruitment drives, which are literally just stories where characters like Matter Eater Lad and Light Lass (she makes things less heavy!) sit around and tell other super-powered youths how much they suck:

I spent a good chunk of my youth attending public school, so I can go ahead and confirm that this is exactly what it would be like if teenagers actually had super-powers. He can avert nuclear war, but even Superman can't make kids stop being jerks to each other.

And they were jerks. Their very first appearance is based around going back in time to play a prank on this guy that they idolize, and it just builds from there. At least one out of every three stories is some variation on that theme, and they get weird with it. The first time Supergirl meets the Legion, they don't let her join because exposure to Red Kryptonite has made her "over 18" for like an hour. Keep in mind: this is a temporary condition and they are time travelers. And occasionally, they just turn on each other, living out a kid's idea of gender relationships:

There's a lot of Legion runs that I love, but that original has never been topped for how much it appeals to me, which might seem a little weird when you consider that I got into it around 2006 at the age of 24 after never reading a Legion story in my life and not when I was the age where I actually should've been identifying with these characters. But there's something there that I can't deny the appeal of, that combination of hopeful optimism and kids being jerks, of Silver Age weirdness and emotional authenticity, and the past's idea of what the future could be if we all made it through.

Chris Sim, writing for Comics Alliance, 2012

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Hi mj!! Secret Santa here!! Happy Friday!! May your weekend be a long and restful one, at that!!✨

Oooooo politics and communication!! Sending you all the luck for the rest of your college years!! Just based on that alone, I totally understand the hardships of it all!! Being in college is hard enough, but when it’s a major with a lot of complexities and nuance that can be brought to the table, I can only imagine lol!! What made you want to go into politics and communications, if you don’t mind me asking?

Awe, I’d love to see a picture of your succulents!! I bet they look great!! I’d send a picture of my cacti, but I can’t while on anon!! After we properly introduce ourselves, I can!! If you were able to, where would you like to travel next, given the opportunity? When I was in Italy, my friends and I were supposed to travel to the UK for spring break, but because of COVID spreading as fast as it did, our abroad program pulled us out, so we never got to go!! I’d love to go back to Europe and explore the places I never got to see!! I’d probably also go down to South America!!

The jingling reindeer ears? That’s so cute!! 🥺 I feel you about the whole crowded spaces at concerts!! Ever since the pandemic hit, it’s never really gotten back to normal in terms of the concert space!! Since the start of this year, I’ve been to so many concerts, yet, I’ve always tried to do my part in being as careful as I can when in those spaces!! Hopefully someone you enjoy tours in your city so you can attend!!

Love that!! I’ve been so behind on YouTube content!! Sometimes, I just have to be in the mood to watch them so I tend to fall behind when it comes to certain uploads rather quickly!! Ooooo cinnamon!! Anything apple cinnamon is so comforting, especially as a candle scent anytime of the year!!

More speed round questions!! What are three things you know you can’t live without?! Do you have a collection of any kind? Any cool knickknacks lol? If you can meet anyone in the world (dead or alive), who would it be and what would you ask them?🎄✨

this is my last year actually!! I'm in a one-year master's program, so it's only this year, but this is my last year of any sort of schooling, after this I'll be done done. I've always been interested in politics, bit of an idealist I am, and I also enjoy the more creative side, the writing and branding and whatnot, so yeah comms is the route that I see myself best able to contribute :)

here they are!! and also the little cat rock I painted a year or two ago. there's also some really little ones underneath the big one in the back but I couldn't get everyone in the one photo hehe

I always like to have travel plans set, even if they're way in the future, so I do have a few things planned already. my family is going to austria during winter break, and for spring break my friends and I are looking at doing a road trip around a whole bunch of different cities, but we're still working out the details. I'd love to travel somewhere outside of europe, but as I am currently in europe it's easiest to travel close by

what concerts have you seen this year? or if you've seen too many to list, what ones were your favorites? I don't think I've been to a concert since 2019 tbh, it's fun and I kinda miss the vibe but it's not something I ever really did a lot, so I don't mind not going too

speed round answers!! although I feel like I'm not very speedy when I answer them lol

three things: probably really basic answers but phone (for obvious reasons), water bottle (hydrate or die-drate baby), and keys (I really like having a physical totem of This Is Where I Live, one of the best gifts I ever got was when my friend gave me a key to her apartment when I moved in with her)

collections: I don't really collect anything I think? I take a lot of photos though, so I've got those hanging on my wall, and every year my friends from high school all get together in the exact same way and we take the same polaroid every summer, so I guess I have a collection of those haha

cool knickknacks: coolest knickknack on my shelf at the minute is the boomerang I painted when I was in australia, though my shelves here at uni are a bit sparse

meet anyone: I wish I could talk to my great grandfather, I never met him but the way my mom and grandparents talk about him, I'd want to be able to sit down with him and hear like, his whole life story basically

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- How do you know I'm not having a margarita with Jesus tonight at 10 o'clock?

- Let's be honest, religion has not supported women and men exploring all sorts of their sides, their unconscious. It has not been supportive of, you know, go into the places without shame, without blame, without judgment, and just let yourself really see what's cooking in there.

- I think human beings are so much more capable of what they told us we're capable of.

- Anyone can attend yoga, kabbalah classes, church, lectures by the 'Dalai Lama', yada, yada, yada - but can you be present for your life, and live with the way you treat other people?

- Only a few people should have a "greatest hits". I'm not one of those people.

- I feel like our leaders have hijacked America's personality, and taken her to personality plastic surgery school. And they decided this is who she is.

- The playground is the biggest war-zone in the world.

- You have to read visionaries to have visions.

- They squash the baby bird because their bird got squashed.

- I love reading. I'll read the first sentence and if it makes sense to me I pick it up.

- It's ridiculous saying there's only one true faith, it's like saying there's only one map to get you up the mountain. I want to see those other maps, man.

- I kinda have all the aspects of my personality round one table for spaghetti.

- If it's too loud, turn it up.

- I was doing drugs with a South American shaman, and I really did visit the devil and, well, I had a journey.

- There is no passion without broken crockery.

- You have to ask, how could a nation nearly vote in somebody who isn't qualified for the job?

- We're living in a frightening time and I wish people would wake up and realise they're surrendering their civil liberties.

- Who wouldn't want to shag a queen?

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay memes #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #tori amos #tori amos quotes

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the-satellite · 3 years

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Hello friends and welcome to ☆Hateful Nostalgia☆. I was exposed to the mob talker mod WAY too young bc I was an unsupervised child on the internet watching mod showcases and SkyDoesMinecraft. Looking back these sucked, the stories were often bland and the designs were milk toast at best and tits out at worst. So for the sake of procrastinating on working on anything substantial I grabbed the main 6 I remembered and gussied em up. Redesigns, rewrites, better names, all that bullshit. If your interested in better photos, design notes, story details and rambling hit the basement, otherwise here's a line up you should click for better quality.

Also I wrote all this once before already but I deleted it like a dumb bitch. On the night Unus Annus was murdered in front of my eyes no less. Was a rough fuckin night.

The Creeper- Kupa. An explosive pyromaniac with a habit of making empty threats and yelling. She protects what she believes to be her territory with a suicidal passion, but if you manage to get her to cool down and soften up she's pretty sick to hand out with. Hard of hearing, has at least one bout of head trauma at all times, and deathly allergic to cats.

Because the creeper is kinda the og I wanted to reference AT2's design more than the others, but I'm p sure the only thing I actually kept was the red hair and brown gloves. Otherwise I was doing whatever. I really wanted to lean into the explody bit of creepers, so I gave her some bite and dressed her in clothes referenced from Irish railroad workers. This may also be why I keep imaging her with a very heavy Irish or Scottish accent, whichever would be most incomprehensible when angry. Every color but her skin was color picked from one of the references, with some minor alterations for makes my eyes happy reasons.

With Kupa I imagine a story line with her would largely be about her as a character and her development than like an actual adventure narrative like everyone else. She starts off ready to blow up both you and herself in a misguided attempt to defend what she sees as her's and opens up and learns not everyone is out to get her. Lots of time taken to understand her childhood and how she ended up how she is. Very simple, probably the default or tutorial run people would go through.

The Zombie- Bee. The ill husk of a missing explorer suffering from a less than conventional appetite. She wallows in her self imposed loneliness, believing herself to be an irredeemable monster doomed to hurt those around her. What she really needs is a buddy and some clue to who she used to be. Rough voiced, chronically fatigued, and prone to spontaneous combustion in sunlight.

I definitely consider this one the weakest for design sadly. I imagined Zombies as humans who went into strange caves and caverns and didn't come out for years, only to pop up as completely different people. I just tossed AT2's design. The first thing I did was make her a bit of a genderbent Steve and tinted her green bc Zombies in game are just Steve but green. Tore up her clothes, colored picked the darkest colors I could from the clothes on the in game and boom, Bee. I do vaguely regret not making her eyes pure black but I also still wanted her to be human enough to fit with the other overworld mods.

Ok so Bee actually has a basic story. When you meet her she's aggressive, but as a warning. She fears the possibility she may hurt somebody so heads for threats immediately. Going back and forth between her cave and village for a while you learn more about the situation with the missing folks who come back and Bee as a person. After a bit you pick her up off her depressed ass and start a nocturnal adventure of refinding your past, adapting to who your becoming, overcoming self destuction, and slow burn babey!!!

The Skeleton- Ulna. One of the few surviving warriors of a now destroyed kingdom and dead culture. She spends most of her time now traveling alone, hiding in trees and shooting anything see sees as a threat- which is everything- in the face with homemade arrows. Very much suffering from loss of her home and a bad case of lost purpose. A woman of few words, very antisocial, and naturally nocturnal.

I came in with the Skeleton wanting to make her seem mysterious, so my first thought was immediately a cloak and a mask, but I wanted her face to like be visible so I went with the face paint. I didn't actually know that I wanted to do under there so I went with wraps that are reminiscent of the original outfit but still not tits out bc it's so fucking easy! Gave her a quiver, color picked the cloak and face paint from the in game model and the wraps from AT2'S art. I did like. Subconsciously draw her eyes the way I do Asian characters but I didn't have anything specific in mind so like go nuts with what you think she is.

Ulna's deal is very much her lack of purpose or home and the entire thing is about finding that again. She's found sitting up in a tree during a storm pointing a bow and arrow into your face. She eventually let's you stick around until the storm is over and theres some bonding into deep night until the rain stops. You ask if she wants to come with on your little travelling sword for hire business, she says sure, sleep schedule shenanigans, backstory angst, and road trip bonding happens and she eventually decides that helping people is her new purpose and you're her new home

The Spider- Park. A young adult experiencing the world for the first time through her tribe's rite of passage. She's really just trying to figure out how to live life outside of the cave she's been stuck in her entire life and aggressively trying to be an independent adult despite not knowing anything about being an independent adult. Its projection. Blind in the daylight, naive and excitable, and taken to refusing help at her own risk.

Ok so. I don't know who looked at the spider and said "purple haired loli with puffy pants" so I once again yeeted the whole thing, only really keeping the kinda cutesy and childish bits. Spiders are a tribe of humans what live in caves unless they've broken off to live on the surface. Kids are kept inside until they hit a certain milestone, where they come up to explore at night. They're usually small and pale, but are pretty kickass when necessary. Again picked the colors off the in game model, played with the lightest gray for the skin, and bc I couldn't figure out anyway to use the stripes so they're on the patches lol.

Park's meeting is probably the funniest and most meet cute one here, in that she accidentally drops on top of you from a little cliff drop off. Cue loads of apologies and an explanation about the spider deal and being blind in light. She asks for some help getting around and bam babey friendship and emotional attachment! What follows is kinda a buddy of coming of age story with the obligatory goes home and is miserable scene. Generally it's just about being a scared young adult and having someone to fall back on and why that's important. Also crushes and young people being bad at that.

The Blaze- Amber. A demonic entity who would let the world burn and the sun die if it meant she'd get her soul back. She's known for being ruthless, taking souls through force instead of making deals like other Blazes. Keeps this forceful nature even once she's become friendly, makes you do dump shit. Territorial, eyes glow and dim with her life, and runs remarkably warm.

Amber here is the first one I actually did! I was just. Really tired that she was in a bikini. I decided early on I wanted overworld mobs to be human and everyone else was decidedly not, so Blazes are demons who gave up their souls under false pretenses to other Blazes. Because of how little clothes AT2's design wore I had essentially free reign and my thought was immediately to lean on golden knight bc of how Blazes are found protecting fortresses. The gold isn't picked from anything bc I was looser with the colors, but everything else is, and the hair is supposed to represent the smoke. Also the sticks in her hair are blaze rods bc I don't like them just floating around her.

Amber is found in the Nether obviously, protecting a fortress and immediately trying beat your ass and either incinerate you or make you give up your soul. During you prove yourself a p damn good fighter and she makes a deal to show you how Blazes exist and pursade you to give your soul up willingly. Bonding happens and she explains where the souls go and what happened to her. Insert line about how she dug in the sand for her soul until her fingers bleed bc I'm an Arcana freak lol. In general I'd just like her to learn to adapt to who she is now and learning to live life well instead of letting her anger burn her up from the inside out.

The Enderman- Violet. A confused but sweet young bit of void created by and connected to the Ender Dragon. Her relationship with reality is tenuous at best and abusive at worst, making stable existence rather difficult. She doesn't know a name, age, gender, anything about herself aside from that she likes sweaters. Communicates primarily through psychic connections, docile and sweet, and melts like a witch in water.

Violet was incredibly easy, so this may be way short. Endermen are decidedly human shaped void from the End with varying sentience. They're direct extensions of the Ender Dragon, and nobody knows how they're made or where they come from, not even they do. Adventurers who escaped The End say they seem scared of it though. Violet in particular is pretty damn new and extraordinary nonconforming, and I tried to show that with her sweater and ponytail. Once again, literally all colors picked. Definitely the simplest but one of my favs.

Violet is the sweetest meet up I think. As your traveling between villages you notice a strange enderman watching you and plant a little flower in front of her. She picks it and you hear a happy little trill come from you and a pretty voice say thank you in your head. Now you have a tall dark teleporting travel buddy! After a little bit of back and forth she tells you in some broken English that the Ender Dragon made her but she doesnt know how, and that it's bad and needs to be killed for the sake of Endermen and that's the new goal. Spoiler they're the corrupted souls of those that died fighting it, with it gone Endermen are free to exist as their own being and do whatever, hurray!

#cosmic entity's art #minecraft #mob talker mod #mc creeper #mc zombie #mc skeleton #mc spider #mc blaze #mc enderman #character design

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katedrakeohd · 4 years

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What Happens in Paris...(6b)

[MASTERLIST]

Author's note: Part 6 is broken up into several parts, and told from different points of view. Part (a) was told from Kate's perspective, whereas part (b) is from Drake's. I'm trying out a 'read more' that's supposed to work on Android, so I apologize if it doesn't work.

Word count: approximately 1850

Rated PG because these are Drake's thoughts. 😏😉

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Later, after Kate and I have demolished a basket and a half of pastries and a couple cups of coffee, we're still sitting around the table with some time to kill before the tea party.

Looking across at Kate, I can see a smudge of sugary stuff on her cheek and I wish I was close enough to lick it off. She catches me staring at her, and smiles. "What are you staring at?"

Maxwell grins, "Oh, you have something sugary on your cheek."

"Oh," she blushes, and damn it's so cute, wiping at her face with a napkin. "Did I get it?"

Hana turns in her seat and swipes her thumb across Kate's cheek. "There, all gone."

"Thanks," Kate says, smiling at her.

I frown. Damn, I wanted to do that. Next time I'm sitting next to her, or we're eating alone. Tonight I'm taking her out for a date, just the two of us.

A rush of excitement sizzles through me at the thought. I lean over to talk to Maxwell, "So, aren't you or Bertrand usually in charge of getting Kate dressed up for social events?"

Maxwell's face brightens, "Yea, why? As her new Beau, do you have a suggestion for what you would like her to wear?"

I feel heat creep up my neck, and settle in my cheeks and prickle my skin, "Don't you ever use that word to describe me again. I..just want her to look good today and not get picked apart by Madeleine again."

Maxwell checks his phone with a beaming grin, "We still have plenty of time, are you saying we should take her shopping!?"

Hana and Kate both gasp with delight.

"Oh my goodness, yes!" Hana says, "How often do you get to shop the boutiques of Paris?"

"I was actually hoping Hana could lend her something pretty to wear, but I guess now we're going shopping." I mumble, but feel that rush of heat again when Kate smiles at me.

The thought of buying Kate something to wear in a boutique in Paris makes my stomach knot at what it might cost, but she's worth it.

Maxwell jumps out of his seat with more enthusiasm than is necessary, "Awesome sauce! I'll call us a cab."

Riding through the streets of Paris on the narrow backseat of the SUV with Kate was an interesting experience. I had to slouch down on the seat to avoid banging my head on the roof, but it was all worth it to have her sitting next to me. Hip to hip, thigh pressed to denim thigh, with my arm stretched across the top of the seat behind her, all I had to do was turn my head to get a whiff of her hair or nuzzle the side of her neck. Whenever I did either, she'd giggle and place her hand on my thigh. Damn if it wasn't a turn on every time she touched me. If we were alone, and not just sitting a foot away from Maxwell and Hana, there's no doubt we'd be doing some heavy kissing by now. But for the sake of decency we had to keep ourselves in check. Paris may be the City for Lovers, but I didn't feel like getting kicked out of our cab and violating some kind of unknown public decency bylaw or something.

Maxwell and Hana were doing their best to ignore us by pointing out different sights on either side of the vehicle as we passed them. I was impressed by Hana's french speaking skills, although I didn't understand a word, it sounded nicer coming from her than Kiara.

Although I've been to Paris a few times, I'd always avoided doing the touristy stuff. Probably because of the language barrier. But now that I had Kate to experience things with, I kind of wish I could take her places and we could make new memories. It would be to our advantage to have Max and Hana as our guides today.

Looking out through the tinted glass I didn't recognize where we were, but the traffic was moving slower and I could see shops and cafés along with crowds of pedestrians on the sidewalk.

Kate seemed eager to get out of the cab to explore, and she was leaning forward in her seat to see the stores that Hana was pointing out to her.

Maxwell turns in his seat to look back at me, "Ready to get out and watch the girls try on pretty stuff?" He smirks and winks at me.

I lean forward and pat Max on the shoulder, "As long as you're buying, sure."

Hana gets the attention of our driver, Henri, and says something to him in French. "Merci Henri. Pouvons-nous réserver le voyage de retour dans une heure?" (Thanks Henry. Can we reserve a return trip back in an hour?)

He nods and then once he finds an empty space at the curb, he parks the SUV.

I stumble my way out of the cab, bumping my head twice, and join everyone on the sidewalk. "So where are we going?"

Kate grabs my hand and I can't help but smile at her as I lace our fingers together.

"Aww, you two look so cute." Hana giggles.

I cringe, "Well don't make a big deal out of it."

Maxwell pats me on the arm before taking up a position ahead of us with Hana as we head down the sidewalk. "But it is a big deal, big guy. In all the years we've been hanging out, this is the first time I've seen you out with a girl on your arm."

Kate squints in the sunshine as she looks up at me, "Really?"

I loosen my grip on Kate's hand and feel self conscious as I tuck my hands into my pockets instead. "..uh, no comment."

I glare at Maxwell's back as we meander our way around other tourists, Kate has to quicken her pace to keep up with me. When she grabs my arm, I slow down and apologize. "Sorry. Max kind of caught me off guard."

"It's ok, Drake. I understand." She tries looping her arm through mine, but it's awkward, so I go back to holding her hand.

"C'mon," I say, sidestepping around another group of window shoppers and tugging her along with me, "We better catch up with Max and Hana before we lose them."

Kate laughs as she scampers along beside me, narrowly missing obstacles, and by the time we spot Hana and Max again they're waiting for us outside of a clothing store. We skid to a stop.

"Geez, guys. You nearly lost us." Kate pants, leaning against my arm. "I'm glad I wore my sneakers."

Hana pulls the door open, "Sorry for the rush, but we only have an hour before our cab comes back. I've been dying to shop at this boutique, ever since I've started following their posts on Instagram."

I glance up at the fancy sign above the doors in gold script. "Mes -...?"

"Mes Demoiselles. It means 'My Ladies'." Kate says, and I smirk at the way her speaking French sends a shiver through me. Damn it sounds sexy.

I hold the door open for her, "After you then, My Lady."

We're all met by a tall woman with a friendly smile, and of course she welcomes us in French. Hana answers and then we're left alone to shop. I haven't a clue what to look at, or what would be appropriate for a tea party so I just follow Kate around as she sifts through the racks.

Up on the wall are photographs of models wearing various dresses and outfits, I try to imagine Kate modeling things for me, and suddenly I feel warm all over.

"F..find anything you like..K-..Darling?" I stammer and she gives me a little smirk, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"What color should I wear, Drake?" She pulls out a pale minty colored dress made of some sheer fabric and covered in flowers, holding it up to herself. "Do you like this?"

I tried to imagine her in it, the minty color did bring out the blue of her eyes, but it made her look too pale to me. There was another dress of the same style in a pale pinkish color, and I pointed to that one. "Ehh, try that one instead."

Kate twists her lip in thought for a moment and then pulls them both, "I'll try them both on and then we'll see."

She hands them both to me and I raise my eyebrows, "Oh..ok."

Hana waves us over to the other side of the store where there are some longer dresses. I make eye contact with Maxwell briefly and he winks at me in some kind conspiratorial way, and I look away with a frown.

"Ooh, Hana. This white dress is pretty. Do you think I could pull it off? I'm not very tall."

"Oh sure, it might even make you look taller. Try it on."

Kate hands me another dress, and I get a glimpse at the price tag. It's over a hundred Euros. I gulp as I try to hold all three dresses without dropping them.

I feel a gentle tap on my shoulder and then turn to see the shop lady, "Excusez-moi monsieur. Voudriez-vous que je vous enlève ceux-ci pendant que votre femme fait les courses?"

I blink, "Uh…"

Hana smiles, "She wants to know if you'd like to set these dresses aside while your..wife...continues shopping."

I blush, "Uh..tell her 'yes'...but she's not my wife."

Hana quickly translates, and then shares a chuckle with the woman at my expense. And I feel myself blush even harder.

Kate covers her mouth and giggles, watching me hand off the dresses. "I'm sorry, Drake. You just look so cute when you're flustered."

Pulling Kate into a hug, I bury my hot face into the side of her neck, and whisper. "You're lucky you're cute too, or I wouldn't be caught dead shopping for dresses. Now let me see what they look like on you."

When she sucks in a breath and presses her lips to my cheek, I squeeze her tighter. "Although I'd much rather you helped me out of them," she whispers.

Maxwell clears his throat, "C'mon you two. Quit your canoodling. We have a party to get to."

Hana picks out a long skirt and a blouse for herself. On our way to the changing rooms at the back of the store, I notice a mannequin wearing a long cardigan type shawl in an ivory color. I point it out to Kate. "Do you like that?"

She runs her fingers along the delicate stitch work, and smiles, "I do. Why?"

"Get one, there's not much to these dresses and I don't want you to get cold."

Kate kisses my cheek, and then runs over to where they're folded up on a shelf and cuddles it's softness to herself as she comes back to me. "Thank you Drake, it's beautiful."

"You can thank me later."

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sinsiriuslyemo · 7 years

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I loooooove your stories, and since request is open, I would please myself with one if you dont mind: an imagine where rafael and the reader, after a few dates finaly do it. When they're finished she confesses she was a virgin...extra points for sweet rafael and nervous reader, diamond points for what would posibbly happened after her confession...

You are without a doubt my fav Raúl blog! I love your writing! Could you do a Rafael x reader imagine where they just have really sweet and fluffy sex/make love?

Thank you both so so much!!! Your words really made me smile!! I hope it’s okay that I combined these two requests :) They seemed to go well together! And thank you both so much for your patience!!

The weather had called for light snow for the majority of the day, but you’d known better. You always knew better than to listen to the weather man, who didn’t know anymore than anyone else what Mother Nature had in store for the future. ‘Light snow’ had turned into an all day blizzard, and you’d thanked your own cynicism for talking your boyfriend, Rafael into staying in and having an all day movie marathon. It was still coming down hard, and you frowned a little. Taking the subway during a snowstorm was not exactly your idea of a good time, and you hated taking cabs, besides, the traffic on street level wasn’t going to be any better.

“It’s getting late, I should get home,” you whispered to Rafael after the credits began to roll on the TV.

��Why don’t you just stay the night, cariño?” he offered, and you looked up at him.

The two of you were still in the first eight months of your relationship, and you’d been taking things relatively slow. You’d never spent the night together before, and you still hadn’t made the relationship physical. Aside from a rare nap on the couch, you’d never even slept in the same bed.

“I don’t have work tomorrow, it’s Sunday. We can have breakfast in bed, do the crossword together,” he continued, fingertips stroking over your shoulder lightly.

“Are you sure?” you ask tentatively.

“I’m positive. It’s going to be a nightmare trying to get to Brooklyn at this time with the weather the way it is,” he answered. “I have an extra toothbrush, you can borrow a shirt and a pair of shorts to sleep in. Plus, I have to admit that I would love nothing more than to wake up with you snuggled against me,” he added, pulling you closer to him.

You blushed a little and laid your head on his shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t see how the pink rose to your cheeks. You and Rafael had shared so much with each other. However, the one thing you hadn’t told him, mostly because it tended to intimidate the other guys you’d dated in the past, was the fact that you were a virgin. Lately, you’d been seriously considering changing that, and taking yours and Rafael’s relationship to the next level, but you always chickened out before you could work up the nerve to bring it up.

You thought about telling him now, but he was right, the snow outside would make the trip to your apartment in Brooklyn beyond difficult. If by some strange happenstance he were to react the way every other man had, it would be a long, sad ride home. So instead, you bit your bottom lip and looked up at him, nodding softly. He smirked, able to feel the way you trembled slightly beneath his arm and kissed you tenderly.

“Why don’t you sleep in my room, I’ll take the couch,” he offered, kissing you again.

“No, that’s silly,” you replied, your voice sounding almost muffled compared to how loudly your heart was pounding in your chest.

“I just don’t want you to feel like I’m...you know, pressuring you to make our relationship...physical. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready. I understand. I’ll wait as long as you need,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

You smiled at him softly, snuggling up to him and sighing contently. You couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of just knowing that he was the one. It wasn’t a fleeting lust, or a gentle wave of guilt of his patience that drove you, but a true, deep-rooted love that you not only felt for him, you felt it from him too.

It was this feeling that guided your mouth towards his, kissing him deeply as you moved to straddle him. Threading your fingers through his tresses, you rocked your hips against his, earning a barely audible groan from Rafael as his hands slid over your thighs, pulling you closer to him. You could feel the hunger in his kiss, taste it on his tongue as it swept over yours with a growing need. Pulling his bottom lip between your own, your hands went to clumsily begin unbuttoning his shirt, trembling at the thought of being naked with him.

Standing and holding you up, he carried you into his bedroom, kicking his door shut and setting you down on your feet in front of the bed. Rafael pulled back a little to look at you as you finally got the last button on his shirt undone, his chest steadily rising and falling with his heavy breaths. His hands pulled your top over your head, taking a minute to drink in the sight of you.

“Is this okay?” he asked in a whisper as his fingers danced over your collarbone.

You nodded your head, hands pushing his shirt open and over his shoulders as your lips met again while hands explored. Reaching around you, he unclasped your bra, bringing each strap down before finally pulling it off. Instinctively, your arms moved to cover yourself, a little insecure about how your body looked.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, moving his lips to kiss over your neck. “We don’t have to do this,” he added.

“Y-yeah...just a little nervous,” you replied, chuckling a little as your head tilted to one side, granting him better access.

“So am I,” he whispered against your pulse point. Cradling your face with two large, gentle hands, he left tokens of his affection over your face. “If you wanna stop, just tell me,” he added, looking at you.

Nodding again, you closed the space between you and he took the gesture as the green light to pull you flush against him, running his hands over your bare back before drifting lower until he was gently grasping your backside. You moaned against his mouth, your own palms sliding around his shoulders before falling to let your fingertips graze his nipples, then lower, past his belly button to settle on his waistband. He sighed, still kissing you as he too reached for the button and zipper of your jeans. Your movements mirrored one another’s as you rid the other of pants, mouths still comfortably tangled.

Moving to lay you on his bed, his lips went to make a fiery, slow path down to one breast, tongue and teeth manipulating your nipple until it hardened under his stimulation. He repeated the action on it’s twin before continuing his journey as you arched your back. When he reached the hem of your panties, he looked up at you, pressing a wet kiss on the skin just beneath the waistband, giving you a moment to protest. His fingers hooked on either side of your hips, pulling them down at a snail’s pace and you looked down at him bashfully, biting your bottom lip.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered when you laid naked before him. There was a lust in his eyes that caused a tingle between your legs and your hips, on their own accord, rocked towards his mouth. He smirked softly, dipping his head to plant an open-mouthed kiss on the juncture between your hip and your core, nipping on the tendon that protruded slightly there.

“Oh my God,” you whispered as your fingers threaded through his hair when his mouth connected with the place where you most needed his attention. Arching your back, you moaned deeply, legs moving on their own to press your calves against the backs of his shoulders in attempts to draw him closer.

You’d never felt anything quite like this, even your own experienced fingers paled in comparison with his tongue when it gently massaged your clit. His mouth made your eyes roll to the back of your head when it gingerly sucked your sensitive nub into it’s depths. His fingers moved with precision as they kept your nipples alert with pinches and rolls between a thumb and index finger.

“Oh Rafael,” you sighed, breath coming in heavy, loud pants as he moaned against you.

Your body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with a desire for more. More of him, more of what he was doing to you, more time to savor every subtle movement. Suddenly one of your nipples missed his fingers and you opened your eyes, looking down to find a pair of emerald orbs staring back at you. Before you could ask why he’d moved his hand, you felt something press against your opening. Seconds later it was sinking into you, a bit thicker than your own finger and you focused on staying relaxed.

He groaned again when his digit was fully submerged, your arousal making it incredibly easy for him to gently slide it in and out a few times.

“Does that feel good?” he asked in a husky voice, his mouth taking your bundle of nerves again as his finger stilled inside you.

“Yes,” you managed to whisper, nodding your head as you licked your lips, catch your bottom petal between your teeth.

After a moment, you felt another feeler slide in to join the first, and the suction on your clit intensified, muscles contracting around the intrusion, trying to draw him in deeper. Again, he slid them in and out of you, pulling out to gently turn them before plunging back in and crooking them upward. You arched your back, moaning loudly as a tension built inside you, beginning in the pit of your stomach and moving towards your center until it burst from you. The impact forced your upper half up until you were holding yourself with one hand behind you, the other tangled in his hair.

He moaned along with you, stimulating you through your release before making his way back up to your lips.

“Oh my God, that was...amazing,” you said, giggling against his mouth and earning a soft smile from him as he kissed you over and over.

You reached between you to rub his organ over his boxer briefs. He groaned, letting you roll him onto his back while your hand slipped beneath the cotton barrier between you, grasping his hardened organ and squeezing gently as his lips tangled with yours. His long fingers sank in your hair, hips arching towards your palm as another moan vibrated against your pout.

Slowly, and a bit clumsily, you stroked him, a bit unsure as to whether your technique was up to par; The furthest you’d ever gone with a man was some dry humping, and normally when it would get heated enough for them to begin reaching under your shirt, you would drop the V bomb. It never went over well, and often that would be the end of that.

Deciding to move on, you kissed your way down his chest, dipping your tongue in his belly button before pulling down his underwear. Your eyes widened at the long, thick shaft staring back at you, and you placed a kiss on his crown. Opening your mouth, you took the tip of him in, earning a rather loud groan from your lover.

You looked up tentatively, seeing his eyes screwed shut and his chest rising and falling heavily. He lifted his head to look down at you, mouth hanging open, and he moaned again when he found you staring up at him with his cock between your lips. His eye stared intently at where your mouth wrapped around him as you tried to sink lower, unsure as to how much of him you could take.

He tasted musky, but there was a sweetness to the bodily fluids that were oozing from his tip, and you moaned around him. You wanted more, and gently bobbed your head, taking in a few more inches every time and feeling your confidence build whenever he groaned or combed his fingers through your hair. Then you just got too cocky, (pun intended, not intended) taking a little too much of his length, and your gag reflex made an appearance.

“Oh my God!” he groaned in surprise, panting above you and licking his lips.

Catching your breath, you took him into your mouth again and sucked on his head, hand lazily stroking the rest of his length. Your tongue rubbed over the v on the underside just beneath his crown and he sighed loudly, hand curling into a fist in your hair before sliding down to cup your face.

“Mi amor,” Rafael whispered, thumb stroking your cheek. “It’s um...it’s been a--”

He gasped when you sucked him a little harder, and he moaned, hesitantly placing his hand further under your chin and lifting your gaze for you to look up at him. Your eyes were filled with a slight concern, lips pink and slightly swollen, and the corner of his mouth quirked upwards.

“That feels really good, but...it’s been a while for me so...I’m not sure how long I can last,” he said softly. “Especially if you’re gonna tease me like that,” he added.

You bit your bottom lip. Had you been teasing him? You certainly hadn’t meant to, you only meant to appear as though you at least sort of knew what you were doing.

“I’m sorry,” you answered, chuckling nervously as you came to lay beside him, and he shook his head lightly.

“Don’t be sorry, I like it, but...I just need you,” he replied, kissing you again and humming against your mouth as he gently rolled you onto your back.

Perching himself above you, he dropped tender kisses over your jaw and down the length of your neck while one hand grazed his fingertips over your flesh.

“Do we need a condom?” he asked in a whisper against your collarbone.

At least that was one thing you’d gotten right; after six months of being with him, when you began to consider giving him your virginity, you’d taken it upon yourself to consult with a doctor about birth control.

“No, I have an IUD,” you whispered back, fingers threading in his hair as he lightly sucked on your nipple. “I want to be able to feel all of you...I want you to feel all of me,” you added bashfully, blushing when you heard him groan.

When he looked up at you, his eyes were filled with that same intoxicating lust you’d seen before and he carefully settled between your legs. Gently taking your lips again, Rafael reached between your bodies, rubbing his mushroom head over your clit before sliding it down to your entrance.

“Are you sure?” he mumbled against your mouth.

“Yes...please, Rafael,” you whimpered, holding on to him as he pushed forward, the very tip of him gently popping into you. He shuddered as your heat surrounded him, eyes trained on you, trying to gauge your comfort level.

You gasped, eyes widening just a bit as you groaned and breathed deeply beneath him as your nails lightly scratched over his back.

“Are you okay?” he asked tentatively.

Rafael wasn’t exactly naive to his size and the fact that he was bigger than what most considered average. Despite the desperate need that came over him at being inside a warm body after years of work-induced abstinence, he was determined not to ruin his first time with you by not taking your relaxation into consideration. The last thing he wanted was to be too hasty and cause you unnecessary pain or discomfort.

You nodded your head, craning your neck to kiss him.

“Just...go slow,” you whispered against his mouth.

He nodded his head, kissing you again as he eased into you, stopping about halfway to give you time to adjust. He swore he could’ve died with how tightly you fit him and his head slumped down to rest his forehead against your shoulder, fighting with everything inside him against closing the gap between your hips.

Meanwhile, you were thanking your lucky stars that you’d lost your hymen a long time ago while riding your bike. At the very least, you wouldn’t bleed all over him. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the delicious sting of being stretched more than you ever had before. It was a sort of unpleasant stretch that was really only painful for a few minutes as your body adjusted to him. Engaging your muscles, your core hugged him and he groaned at the feel of your walls tightening further around him, trying to draw him deeper. Slowly, he pushed forward the last few inches and let out a breathy moan, again fighting the urge to begin moving just yet.

Lifting his head, he kissed your lips passionately, moaning when your tongue requested entrance into his mouth.

Your hands gripped the muscles in his back as you willed your body to relax, grateful for the reprieve he was giving you by remaining still. He was longer and wider than you anticipated, but his groin pressed against your clit in the most perfect way, and it wasn’t long before you felt a familiar itch for some friction.

“Oh my God, Y/N, you feel so good,” he moaned, nuzzling your nose with his.

“Please,” you whimpered, squeezing his appendage again and rocking your hips gently upward, silently encouraging him to move.

He shuddered and carefully began an in and out pace against you. His humping was gentle at first, then slow getting harder when you began to moan beneath him. Dipping his head, Rafael sucked on your pulse point as your nails scratched down his back.

There were no words, just the sound of your heavy breathing and moans of bliss mixed with his soft grunts whenever he was completely submerged inside you. Every few minutes, he would slow down, not yet wanting the coupling to end, and you clenched around him desperately, continuing to move against him. You didn’t want him to stop. You never wanted him to stop.

“Rafael...more...please,” you begged, tightly winding your legs around his waist and using the leverage to pull yourself up harder against him. “Don’t stop,” you pleaded again.

Obliging your request, he thrust faster, harder still, his coarse pubic hair stimulating your sensitive bundle of nerves perfectly. He’d never been in such a snug body, and his balls tingled with anticipation of his release. You arched a final time, crying out as your nerve endings ignited again, far more intensely than when he’d used his mouth on you. He stroked you through your orgasm as your entire body trembled, your muscles twitching and contracting around him enough to make him light headed. It was with that incredible sensation that he too fell over the edge, groaning loudly while his hips pistoned faster against you on their own accord as he shot his seed deep inside you.

His mouth found yours again in a heated passion as he gradually brought you both back down, and hugging you tight against his body. He broke your kiss only to tuck his face in the crook of your neck as you both caught your breath, a thin layer of sweat coating the two of you. After a while of laying this way, he dropped tender kisses over your face, ending with a final kiss to your mouth.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered into your ear, and you smiled, tears forming in your eyes.

Those words, tumbling from his lips so softly were enough to confirm you’d made the right decision. You’d never had a doubt in your mind, but his gentle murmur, so full of affection and honesty cemented your conviction.

“I love you too,” you answered, snuggling against him as he rolled both of you to settle your frame over his.

“That was definitely worth the wait,” he said, still slightly panting and smiling as he kissed your forehead. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before, it was...so intense,” he added in a sigh, holding you close against him.

“It was my first time,” you finally said, and he chuckled softly, apparently taking your admission as a joke. You picked your head up, looking at him with a serious expression. He felt your gaze and met your eyes, his smile falling slowly.

“You were a virgin?”

Biting your bottom lip, you nodded your head.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked you softly, fingertips lovingly stroking over your spine.

“I didn’t want to scare you away,” you admitted after a moment of silence. “Every other guy has...disappeared after they’ve found out. Maybe because they didn’t want the pressure of being my first or...maybe they just didn’t want to wait for something that may or may not have ever come,” you added, rolling your eyes.

“It wouldn’t have scared me away,” he replied, whispering again as he smiled down at you. “I just wish I’d known, I...I would’ve tried to be romantic instead of just, ‘we can do the crossword together in the morning’.”

You snorted, kissing the skin over his heartbeat, and snuggling further against his frame.

“I thought the Sunday crossword was romantic,” you offered, shrugging softly as you looked up at him. “Plus, look outside. The way it’s snowing, the city covered in white powder, the moonlight bouncing off of it. You really couldn’t get more romantic. You also offered breakfast in bed, how could I possibly resist?”

He rolled his eyes, smirking and kissing you gently.

Pulling the fluffy covers over you, the two of you watched the snow continue to fall outside his bedroom window. After a long moment, he turned his head to look down at you.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” he wondered.

“Mhm, but make it quick, Barba,” you teased. He waited until you looked up at him.

“How’d I do?” You grinned at him, reaching down to grasp his now soft cock in a gentle palm.

“Let’s just say I’m definitely going to want an encore in a few minutes,” you purred against his jaw.

“I think that can be arranged,” he replied with a smirk, kissing you deeply again.

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