#kiss the girl
lilian-maximoff · 13 days ago
✧ Kiss The Girl ✧
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A/n - Anyways here is my very first Encanto fic. I hope you all enjoy and if you do, please like and if you could reblog, it helps a lot.
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There you see her Sitting there across the way She don't got a lot to say
And you don't know why But you're dying to try You wanna kiss the girl
Yes, you want her Look at her, you know you do Possible she wants you too
There is one way to ask her It don't take a word Not a single word Go on and kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la My oh my Look like the girl too shy Ain't gonna kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad, she gonna miss the girl
Now's your moment Floating in a blue lagoon girl, you better do it soon No time will be better She don't say a word And she won't say a word Until you kiss the girl
Sha-la-la-la-la-la Don't be scared You got the mood prepared Go on and kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Don't stop now Don't try to hide it how You want to kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la Float along, And listen to the song The song say kiss the girl Sha-la-la-la-la-la The music play Do what the music say You got to kiss the girl You've got to kiss the girl Oh, don't you wanna kiss the girl You've gotta kiss the girl Go on and kiss the girl
There you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
Isabela was out on her balcony when she spots a girl she has never seen before, the girl wore a white blouse showing off her cleavage, a short navy blue skirt, and simple white shoes, with her hair flowing freely in the wind. The wide-eyed girl couldn't help but stare at the girl painting her family home.
Then it dawned on her, the girl was the towns, painter and artist. Isa has heard that she was beautiful but she didn't believe that the rumour was, in fact, true, the girl was more than beautiful though, she was gorgeous, she looked as if she was sent from the heavens to grace the earth with such beauty, even having Isabela question if her endless rows of flowers were anywhere near as beautiful as the girl she has just laid eyes on.
She just watched the girl paint until the very said girl looked up at her and threw her a loving smile that causes Isa to redden in the face and sprout flowers from her hair. For what felt like hours, Isabela felt the world stop, her heart skip thousands of beats, and her hands clam up.
The girl waves at her, Isabela waves back and almost fell off of her balcony.
And you don't know why
But you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girl
Camilo, a close friend of yours was talking to Isabela when you casually walk past, she immediately notices you and just stares, her cheeks redden once again at the light but noticeable scent of mango radiating from your body and straight into the air.
You walk over to her and Camilo with a smile. "Hi, Camilo" You greet him. "Hey, Y/n. Oh, let me introduce you to Isabela, my cousin. Isabela this is the friend I was telling you about, Y/n" You're sweet with no brain friend introduces you both to each other.
"I know who you are, Camilo talks about you all the time," You say with your hand out. Isabela says nothing, she just stares at you and your glossed lips. The shade matches your skin perfectly, it bought out your complexion and drew the starstruck girl in without even trying.
She bit her lip and imagined how soft your lips may be, and how you'll taste, sending fruity butterflies through her uneasy, twisted stomach.
"Isa, say something" Camilo waves his hand in front of her face. "Oh, Uhh-hi" Isabela snaps out of it and shakes your way too smooth and soft hand.
Her eyes travel down to your cleavage with her hand still holding on to yours, she just hoped you didn't notice whatsoever, but you're not blind so you remove your hand from hers and cover the clear show to your breasts with your hand. "It was very nice meeting you, Isabela" You walk away, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"Wow, you were just clearly staring at her boobs" Camilo comments, rewarding himself a face full of flowers.
Yes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she wants you too
Mirabel stared at her sister, she wondered what she was staring at until she noticed her gaze was attached to a girl sketching in her book. Isabela stood there with a flower crown in her hands wondering if she should go up to you after making a fool of herself three days ago.
"Isa!!" Mirabel comes up from behind her. "Ah, don't do that!! What are you doing now? Besides getting into my business like you always do" Isabela crosses her arms and scowls at her younger sister.
Mirabel makes a face at her older golden child sister before noticing a flower crown in her hand. "Are you going to gift Y/n that?" Mirabel points at the crown in her hand with a confused look. "NO!! She just dropped it" She lies.
"Well, the last time I checked, Y/n is deathly allergic to those" Mirabel takes the crown from her sister. "And you'll know that because Y/n on your 12th birthday broke out in hives and mother had to aid her right away" Mirabel tosses the crown to the side.
"Y/n wasn't at my 12th birthday party. If she was I would have known" Isabela rolls her eyes. "Really, Isa? She was the girl who you had a secret little crush on" Mirabel whispers and elbows her sister. "I DID NOT- I mean I didn't have a crush on her, I had a crush on Mariano and maybe his sister " She whispers.
"Isa, she is Mariano's sister. She is just no longer following him everywhere and look she isn't even wearing braces - wait did you just come out as a lesbian to me?" Maribel looks at her sister with curious eyes.
"What? No, I'm not a lesbian. Wait that's, my little thorn rose?" Isabela stares at you a little longer, trying to piece the pieces together. "If you stare for way too long you'll lose what's left of your brain cells" Mirabel whispers into her sister's ear.
Isa throws her sister a dangerously angry glare. "Oh, I think that's my cue to leave" Mirabel waddles over to you as Dolores joins you with a cup of tea. "Thank you" Mirabel snatches your tea. "Mirabel!!" You whine with an annoyed look.
"Sorry, but I kinda need something to drink" Mirabel gives you an apologetic look. "Here" Dolores hands you her cup before walking off to get her another cup of tea for herself.
Mirabel brings her voice to a whisper before whispering something to you. "You didn't hear this from me but Isa has had a fat crush on you since you both were kids. She thought you were someone she had never met before until three days ago but I would think the same thing if you looked completely different from when you were a kid" Mirabel stares at you with her wide eyes while Dolores whips her head around.
"Isa, has a crush on who now?" Dolores sits across from you while looking right at Isabela who is still staring. "Her" Mirabel points at you, causing your face to redden. "I knew it" Dolores almost yells. "I knew she had a huge crush on you, after all, she couldn't stop talking about how lovely you were when we were kids but here's the kicker, she never spoke a word to you until Sunday" Dolores recalls her eavesdropping.
"Sorry, I have to go" You hid your blushing face behind your book. You lock eyes with Isabela before running off with embarrassment. You trip but get right back up with most eyes on you, thanks so much for being graceful.
Isabela's face quickly turns to anger when her eyes meet Dolores. "What did you both do?" Isa storms over to their table with anger in her eyes. "Nothing!" both Mirabel and Dolores run for their lives.
There is one way to ask her
It don't take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girl
You were walking towards casita for Antonios ceremony when you spot Isabela swinging her hips and washing the small crowd around her with flowers. You hid beside your brother who is checking himself out and cleaning his teeth with a steel tray.
You just watch him check Isabela out with puppy love seeping from his eyes, causing a feeling of anger to stir in your stomach, but you didn't have feelings towards her, did you? Your anger didn't last long when you felt someone tug at your arm and drag you to the dance floor. Aww it was the kid who you thought was on crack but he is just a coffee alcoholic.
Him and his little friends dance around you and cheer you on, soon you were swinging your hips, swaying to the music, and spinning each of your little friends around, one by one. Feeling electricity scorching through your veins and manifesting into laughter.
You felt her eyes glued to you, her scent dancing in the air. Your brother casually talking to her but her eyes glued to you, giggling and having fun, giving no mind to Mariano and the eyes clearly gazing at your dancing form.
Isabela just watched, completely ignoring your brother's boring attempts to sway her. She just kept on staring stars at the girl who has her heart in her talented hands. Beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her chest rising and falling with every single breath she takes, her hips swaying with the music, and her smile dangerously drawing Isabela in.
"Sorry, Mariano I have to get something to drink" Isabela excuses herself as she walks over to one of the tables to get herself a 'drink'. The drink she was getting was of you.
"So this is the so-called drink" Luisa teases her sister. "What?" Isa clinches her empty cup in her hands. "I mean her" Luisa points at the girl in blue.
"She's Mariano's sister, Isa. Come on, really? You can't just lead the poor man on like this, if your feelings are aimed at her then stop what you're doing and just tell Mariano. Look at him with his puppy dog eyes, how can you not tell him that you are in love with his little sister?" Luisa explains, trying her best to sway her sister.
"You better kiss the girl before someone else does" With that Luisa knew she had her sister on the hook. "What if she doesn't like me back?" Isabela twirls her hair in her finger while biting her lip with an unsure look. "Well, there is only one way to find out" Luisa disappears with a tray of sandwiches ✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*✧.*
My oh my
Look like the girl too shy
Ain't gonna kiss the girl
Ain't that sad?
Ain't it a shame?
Too bad, she gonna miss the girl
You sat next to Dolores as your brother and mother sit beside Isabela, enjoying their food. But something about the atmosphere did not feel right, which caused you to question what's going on until Dolores whispered something in your ear, making you shiver and throw Mirabel a worried look.
Before you knew it, Felix was spitting up his water, a cloud appearing on top of Pepa's head causing it to rain, a bright green glass sliding across the table, and oh my god your brother's nose have never seen better days. You looked over to see Luisa sobbing - a flower-like vine breaks through the floor and grabs hold of your ankle while your older brother runs away crying with everyone else.
You scream and squeal, the vine pulling you and dragging you. "ISA!!!" You scream her name hoping she would help you out. Isabela looks around, trying to find where the screaming is coming from. She spots you and without a second thought, she runs towards you.
She successfully frees you from the vine she unknowingly created. Wrapping an arm around you, you both run out of the cracking building. You trip over your twisted ankle, Isa picks you up and gets to running.
Once you both were outside your heart stopped. "Y/n I'm so so sorry I had no idea what happened I just had no control" Isabela starts to throw apology after apology causing you to laugh.
"Isa, it's just a twisted ankle. Nothing that major. I mean have you seen my brothers face, his nose looks like -". "A squashed papaya" Isa finishes your sentence with a laugh.
"Yeah, like a squashed papaya" You nod while giggling.
You both gaze into each other's eyes, just realising how close your faces are. Isa's breath dance across your lips, the smell of summer flowers flow through your nose, her fingers intertwining with yours, and her heart beating faster by the minute.
You lean in a bit - Isa backs up and helps you up. "Sorry again about dinner I really hope I didn't do any major damage to your ankle" Isabela hands you over to your mother who came looking for you.
You wave her goodbye while Isabela smacks her red flushed cheeks. "Isa, what are you doing? She's Mariano's sister goddamn it" Isabela shakes her head.
Now's your moment
Floating in a blue lagoon
girl, you better do it soon
No time will be better
She don't say a word
And she won't say a word
Until you kiss the girl
You were helping Luisa put up a pillar while your brother tries hammering nails. The whole town came together to help the Madrigal family after the falling of their family home.
You felt bad for them, they did nothing but help the town just for their home to fall to pieces and the loss of their gifts. But if you were being honest you loved the Madrigals with or without their gifts.
"Let me" Your voice spooks Isabela. You help her place a cactus into its flower bed. "I love the new look, by the way, it's cute and reflects a lot of who you are" You compliment the older Madrigal sister, causing her face to redden.
"You do?" Isa was more than shocked to hear that you liked her new and improved look. "Thank you, I was actually trying to hide from you so you wouldn't see my mess of an outfit" Isabela hides her embarrassed face. "This a mess? This is art, love. And art should never hide" You bought her face to yours.
"You are a masterpiece, Isabela Madrigal. A beautiful masterpiece" Your kind words deepen the redness in her cheeks. Luisa, Mirabel, Dolores, and even Camilo watch you both giggle and make each other blush.
"Oh, my god when are they going to kiss?" Mirabel moans. "I really wish it's not when I'm looking" Camilo walks away with a disturbed look. "Hey, I might have a plan," Dolores says out of the blue with a mischievous grin.
"Isa?" Luisa called. "Yeah? What is it?" Isabela answers while walking around the corner. "Can you go and take these to Y/n? She is just down at the river" Luisa hands Isabela a box of paints and paintbrushes.
"Sure!!" Without a second thought, Isa picks up the box and almost runs down to the river to find you. When she got there she was not expecting you to be swimming in your undergarments.
She watched as you sat on a rock wearing your black laced underwear and bra, thinking no one knew you where you were but Luisa must have seen you walk down to the river with a towel. You dove in and came back up, feeling the cold water washing over your skin, cooling you down.
Something cracking and breaking caught your attention. "Isabela?" You stood up showing her your whole entire body. "I'm sorry" She covers her face with the box, causing you to laugh a bit.
"No need, I should have known someone was going to catch me at some point" You smile while running your fingers through your hair and walking up to Isabela to take the box. "Sweet, Luisa finally came through with her promise" You look inside the box.
"I-I-Umm-wow" Isabela just continues to stare at your exposed body while her cheeks flush bloody red.
"Do you want to join me?" You randomly ask. She just stares at you wide-eyed. "If you don't want to then that's understandable, I mean-"
"No, I'll join. Just look away while I undress" Isabela shyly watches you turn around.
When she turned around you were already back in the river soaking up the cold. "Isa, are you coming in?" You ask with your eyes closed.
Don't be scared
You got the mood prepared
Go on and kiss the girl
Don't stop now
Don't try to hide it how
You want to kiss the girl
Float along, And listen to the song
The song say kiss the girl
The music play
Do what the music say
You got to kiss the girl
You've got to kiss the girl
Oh, don't you wanna kiss the girl
You've gotta kiss the girl
Go on and kiss the girl
You feel her arms wrap around your waist. "Don't open your eyes" Isa stops you from looking. "Just tell me if you want me to stop" Isabela whispers into your ear.
With the feeling of her soft lips pressing kisses up from your shoulder to your neck, she kissed and sucked until a bruise formed. Sweet little moans slip through your lips as she reaches the sweet spot on your neck, causing you to crave more. "Isa" A hungry moan leaves your ladylike lips while your fingers tangle in her hair and grip for dear life.
She was more than surprised that you were enjoying it. Her grip grew once she felt that you were in fact okay with what she was doing. Throwing your head back, looking her in the eyes, gliding your thumb over her soft intoxicating lip, you drew her in for a soft gentle kiss.
Her tongue whipped across your lips asking for entry, which you gladly accepted. Isa grabbed and kneed your breasts, rewarding her a few horny little moans.
Her heart raised, her hands grew greedy, and her tongue grew hungry. Your free hand pressed to one of her hands on your chest and told her to keep going.
You both missed the cracking of twigs behind you both due to being consumed in your own little worlds of lust and desire. Until you both heard someone clearing their throat, did you both realise someone was behind you both?
You shot your eyes open as did Isabela, disconnecting your lips, your chest rose, with your eyes shot with love. "Umm, so I'm just gonna leave this towel here and go" The sound of Mariano's voice caused you to tense up.
"Dolore was also wondering if you both wanted to join us on a date when you both are done. Anyways see you at home sis. Don't let me ruin your fun" Mariano says with a cheesy smile.
With her hand deep inside your bra and your lips smudged, you both smile at each other and laugh until your ribs hurt. "Well, at least he knows," You say with a laugh. "Yeah, but where were we" Isabela giggles against your skin before diving in for another kiss.
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taste-my-kiss · 3 months ago
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yanyan-0526 · 22 days ago
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Just do it please for the sake of our sanity
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my-soul-sings · 5 months ago
kiss the girl | ch 1
Fandom: Tears of Themis Characters: Artem x Reader 
Summary: Armed with a trusty book, Artem Wing attempts to win the woman of his dreams.
A/N: Artem’s personal story cracked me up so much that I had to write a fic about him with a less dense MC to troll him. :) 
It’s no secret that Artem is a genius. As the youngest person in Stellis to become a senior attorney, the firm has attracted hordes of clients seeking his services despite his higher-than-average hourly billing rates. Themis Law Firm may be a relatively new firm and much smaller compared to the bigger, reputable and more established ones in Stellis, but Artem’s presence has made it a force to be reckoned with in this industry. 
And yet, despite being perhaps one of the finest lawyers of his time, the Artem you know is quite something else altogether. You don’t really know how to explain it. Sure, he’s your boss and you admire his work ethic, intelligence, wit, charisma… the list could go on and on. But over the past few weeks it’s become evident that even geniuses like Artem lack in some ways. 
In Artem’s case, the area of lack is painfully obvious.
“So what kind of man are you into? We’ve all shared, it’s your turn now.” Celestine is sitting on the edge of your desk, a playful smirk on her lips as she sips her coffee. 
“Well… I don’t know…” Your words trail off as your eyes dart towards the pantry, where you spot the familiar back of your boss who’s trying very hard to blend into the side of the fridge at the moment. Needless to say, he’s not doing a very good job. He’s been stirring that cup of coffee for the past ten minutes now—yes, you’ve been keeping track ever since you noticed him come to the pantry for coffee despite having a coffee machine in his own office—and you’ve already spotted him glancing over in your direction at least twice when he thought you weren’t looking.
It’s been like this for the past few weeks. You didn’t really pick up on the signs at first: Artem leaving work almost always at the same time that you do, your conversations about work almost always ending with personal questions to get to know your likes and dislikes, and the unusual number of times he would walk out of his office a day to pay a visit to the pantry, only to leave empty-handed. 
But one incident became two, two became four, and it didn’t take much brainpower to figure out that he was oddly interested in matters involving you. It doesn’t matter if it’s about work or about your personal life, he seems to want to know everything, but especially about your love life and love interests. 
If the fact that he’s been not-so-subtly eavesdropping on your conversations with Kiki and Celestine in the office isn’t clear enough, then nothing will be.
You could just clear the air with him directly, although there’s that lingering fear of, “What if he isn’t actually interested?” It’s not like you can read his mind; maybe he’s just doing this shoddy spywork in an attempt to know his employees better. Something about employee welfare and morale building maybe—you wouldn’t put it past him. 
But then you think about it deeper and realise it can’t be, especially not when Celestine isn’t that subtle either with her pointed glances in your direction before staring straight at Artem with a smirk on her lips. She obviously knows what Artem is up to and is in on it somehow, which might be why lately she’s been asking you all sorts of questions relating to your love life whenever Artem happens to stroll into the pantry yet again. 
Just like that three weeks have passed, and you still haven’t gotten around to talking to Artem about it. It’s not for a lack of guts; really, it’s not. It’s just… it’s quite amusing to see Artem Wing, the youngest senior attorney in Stellis, a brilliant mind who usually has the answers to every legal problem, at a complete and utter loss. 
“The kind of guy I like… I think I’ll know when I meet him...” The answer is deliberately vague, which makes Kiki groan and Celestine click her tongue in dissatisfaction. Your attention, however, is focused on the back figure of your boss whose head is now drooping like a wilted flower. 
“...and I think I’ve found one.” 
In that instant, his head perks up, as do Kiki’s and Celestine’s. They begin to badger you for details, but your stubborn lips won’t budge. When you hear footsteps coming from the pantry, you allow your eyes to dart upwards only once, and you see Artem’s usual cool demeanour and straight face as he returns to his office. 
Your lips curl into a tiny smirk when you notice that the mug of cold coffee is still sitting on the pantry counter. 
She found one… 
The sentence she just said is playing over like a broken record in his head, much like when he’s mulling over a witness’ statement when preparing for a cross-examination. 
Does that mean she’s met someone who might be her type? Or is she already dating someone?
No wait, it can’t be the latter. She just told Celestine last week that she wasn’t seeing anyone because she’s “married to work”. 
A chuckle spills past his lips before he realises it—that’s the kind of thing he tells his relatives when they pester him about not having a girlfriend at his age. 
His smile quickly fades however, when he remembers the dilemma he’s in. Her answer left no room for him to guess what kind of guy she likes, let alone whether he fits into that box. And the fact that she’s found someone who’s her type… Does that mean he’s already lost the battle before he could even try? 
A knock on his office door jolts him out of his reverie, and he barely has time to clear his throat and fix his tie before Celestine enters the room. There’s only one reason she comes into his office when he doesn’t call her in, and it’s written all over her amused face. 
“I think she noticed you in the pantry this time. You stood there for way too long—even Kiki was starting to notice.” 
Artem groans, leaning back in his seat and turning away so Celestine won’t have to see him crumble internally and wallow in shame. First, she has a type, and now she’s noticed him needlessly hanging around the pantry, suspecting that he’s been eavesdropping on her conversations (which he has). She must think poorly of him now. 
“Don’t look so down, I think you still have a shot.” 
“What shot?” he asks with a sigh, fumbling with the knot of his tie to loosen it. “She’s already found someone who’s her type.”
“She never said she was dating him. She could just be, you know...” Celestine waves her hand in a gesture that Artem can’t understand, “...making a general statement of some sort. Point is, you can still try. Don’t give up.” 
“As a lawyer, shouldn’t you be advising your client to give up if there are better alternative modes of settlement?” 
His know-it-all response is not appreciated, and Celestine folds her arms across her chest, glowering at him. “Artem. She’s not a case that you need to solve. This is about love! Romance! The heart! Read a book about it, will you?” 
“I have, but nothing has worked so far. The advice in the book is at best ineffective, at worst a hoax.” He glares at the book on his desk, and Celestine follows his gaze to it before she recognises it as the book she’d given him a few weeks back. 
For the first time since coming in, her gaze turns into something more sympathetic. Artem isn’t sure he appreciates the sentiment. 
“Trust me on this, Artem. Don’t give up yet. I really think you still have a chance.”
“I do?” He perks up at that, raising a brow. “Did she say something about me?” 
“Not exactly…” Celestine grimaces when he starts sulking again. “But it’s a woman’s intuition. Trust me. I know her better than you do.” 
At his prolonged silence, she adds, “We both know my intuition is way more reliable than your gut feelings when it comes to relationship advice.”
The silence lingers on for a few more minutes, before Artem finally relents with a sigh. He doesn’t say anything however, merely fixing his tie and picking up the book from his desk to put in his drawer. 
“...You really should get back to work now.”
“Got it, boss.” Her tone is patronising as always, and she throws what’s probably meant to be an encouraging smile his way before she finally leaves him alone to his thoughts, although Artem can’t help but wonder if she’s still laughing at him internally.
In his now quiet office, his breathing is the only thing that can be heard. He picks up his pen and flips open the case file he was reading earlier before he left to visit the pantry. 
But then not even a minute passes before his office is filled with the repeated sound of a pen clicking, a dejected sigh... and then the sound of his drawer opening once more. 
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writing-in-demilesbian · a month ago
Yelena: there you see her
Wanda: sitting there across the way
Yelena: she don’t get a lot to say
Wanda: but there’s something about her
Y/N watching Nat across the kitchen, sitting at the table having breakfast.
Natasha smiles at Y/N who becomes a shy flustered mess.
Yelena: and you don’t know why but you’re dying to try, you wanna kiss the girl.
Carol, Steve, Bucky, Clint and Thor joining: Shalalalalala my oh my look a the girl too shy she ain’t gonna kiss the girl.
Y/N: standing up and walking towards Nat.
Natasha: yes Y/N?
Carol, Steve, Bucky, Clint and Thor:…
Y/N: grabbing Nat by the neck and kissing her.
Natasha: really Y/N? You make your move with the little mermaid?
Yelena: Ha! I told you it would work!! Pay up bitches!!
Wanda: I hate you so much!!
Wanda, Carol, Steve, Bucky, Clint and Thor giving Yelena 100 bucks each!
Y/N: what just happened??
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cozy-the-overlord · 5 months ago
Kiss the Girl
Summary: A night of roller-coastering has left you without a voice, Little Mermaid-style. If only you had a dark haired prince of your own to kiss it better ...
Word Count: 1,181
Pairing: Loki x Gender Neutral Reader
A/N: I know what you're thinking. What is Cozy doing writing self indulgent plotless fluff from a second person perspective in the present tense when she had repeatedly stated that she hates writing all of those things? Because peer pressure, that's why. This is all Discord's fault. Also I may or may not have lost my voice screaming on roller coasters two days ago and have been fantasizing about a certain dark-haired prince swooping in to kiss it better but that's besides the point. 
Anyways. I usually don't write stuff like this, so please don't judge me too harshly. Thanks for reading!
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Warnings: None
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“You’ve been unusually quiet today.”
You freeze behind the microwave door. Normally, you’re pretty good at noticing when people are sneaking up on you—in this line of work, it’s practically a prerequisite—but Loki is a different breed. Literally.
Besides, you’re not exactly on you’re a-game this morning.
He’s lurking in the back, watching you with that hushed gaze of his, the type that feels like he’s seeing past your corporal form and studying your very soul. Maybe he is. You don’t really know how his space-god-magic thing works. The thought sends shivers down your spine.
You give him a smile and a quick little shrug before turning back to your mug. He’s right, of course—you had barely said a word to anyone since you dragged yourself out of your bedroom at noon. You almost hadn’t gone to your high school reunion last night—there were two, maybe three people you were vaguely interested in seeing again, with your opinions on the rest ranging from mild indifference to please-God-bury-them-in-the-ground-and-don’t-ever-let-them-out-again—but the party was being held at a roller coaster park, and ultimately your inner adrenaline junkie had overrun your lackluster memories of adolescence.
You (surprisingly) had a wonderful time. Those two, maybe three people were actually quite lovely to see again, and you were only too happy to spend the night screaming your lungs out on various death-defying marvels of engineering.
Although it seemed your lungs weren’t the only thing you screamed out.
Loki is still watching as you mix a spoonful of honey into your tea, grimacing when you took a sip. You aren’t really a honey person. You aren’t really a tea person either, but everyone and their mother seem to agree that it was the best treatment for laryngitis, and you’re not about to argue.
He frowns. “Are you ill?”
Blushing, you shake your head. “I lost my voice.” Such a silly thing to have to explain, especially to a literal immortal being, and your hoarse whisper doesn’t make it any better.
“You lost it?” Loki raises his eyebrows. “Like the fish cartoon?”
You snort despite yourself, your laugh dying in your injured throat. The team had been on a bit of a Disney binge these past few weeks (the good, hand-drawn animated Disney, not whatever nonsense they had been putting out as of late), and The Little Mermaid had been the most recent addition to the repertoire. Loki had been in attendance at each and every movie night, lounging next to you on the love seat, but you hadn’t thought he had been paying any particular attention to the films—his presence was silent and aloof, seemingly more in line with an attempt to appease his brother than the result of genuine interest. He’d spend the runtime picking at his nails and staring off into space—not exactly the most engaged audience member.
Not that you had been … watching him or anything …
“Not like that.” You really shouldn’t be talking—your throat seems to tighten up with every word. You take another gulp of the too-sweet tea before continuing. “I yelled too much last night. Now my vocal cords are …” You pause to search for the right word and give up almost immediately. “Fucked.”
“Is that the clinical term for it?” Loki drawls, and you curse yourself as you swallow another laugh. Of course Loki had to show up and make you all giggly when it already hurt to talk—
But then he’s walking over to your side, and all at once you’ve forgotten how to breathe. Loki … he’s tall and polished and … well … attractive, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been harboring the tiniest of crushes on him since you were assigned to the Tower, and now here he is standing over you so close you can almost hear his heartbeat.
You hope he can’t hear yours.
“May I?” he asks, reaching out towards your face, and you nod even though you have no idea what he’s asking. His fingers brush against the side of your neck, a touch so featherlight you’d barely be aware of it if not for the rash of goosebumps that erupted in its wake.
If Loki notices, he doesn’t comment. “Your larynx is inflamed” he says. “Not badly though. I can heal it, if you’d like.”
“Really?” you whisper. Yes please. Your tea’s gone cold, and you’re not exactly eager to make another cup. Although you’re also not entirely sure what goes into a magic healing. You wouldn’t want him to strain himself for something as minor as a case of  self-inflicted laryngitis.
You frown. “What would you have to do?”
For a moment, he just looks confused, but soon a mischievous glint sparks in his eye.
“Nothing too strenuous,” he says, and you’re acutely aware of his hand drifting from your neck to the back of your head. “But I’d have to get rather close for it to work.”
You swallow. He already seems so close, mere inches away from your face. Your poor heart is threatening to burst from your chest.
Loki trails his fingers down your chin, gently tilting your head up so you have nowhere to look but his sea green eyes.
“What was it the octopus-woman said?” he asks with a smirk. “About breaking the curse?”
Maybe you’re crazy, but you’re pretty sure he’s talking about kissing you.
Actually, you’re positive he is, because in the next moment his lips are gliding over yours and your entire brain short-circuits.
He’s soft and smooth, slowly drinking you in as if he has all the time in the world. When he cups your cheek, your eyes drift closed without really noticing it. He’s just so sweet, sweeter even than the honey in your tea, but in the best way possible.
It’s over far too soon. Only when he pulls away do you realize how desperately in need of air you are.
He leans back to regard you, cool and composed, the perfect dichotomy to your breathless mess. “Well?”
“What?” Your voice comes out crystal clear, without even the slightest hint of the soreness that had been plaguing you since you woke up. “Oh. Thank you.” You inhale. Get ahold of yourself. “That’s-that’s a neat trick. Do you always have to—you know—”
Loki laughs. It catches you off guard—you’re not sure you’ve ever heard him laugh before. But it’s a beautiful sound, so bright and melodic that you can’t help your smile. You don’t want him to ever stop.
“Of course not,” he says. “But I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity I’ve been waiting so long for.” He grins. “Especially not when it was so befitting to the situation.”
It takes a moment for his words to register. Once they do, you find yourself at a loss for your own. Wait—
He cuts you off with another laugh, reaching around you to snatch your mug before dumping its contents in the sink. “Come. I’ll make you a proper cup of tea.”
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puowei · 3 months ago
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Kiss the girl~
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ctsv-bonnie · 4 months ago
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I miss y’all. Y’all miss me?
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godzillawillsaveus · a year ago
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Look like the boy too shy, ain't gonna kiss the girl. Sha la la la la la, ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad, he gonna miss the girl.
The Little Mermaid (1989) dir. Ron Clements and John Musker
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anushpaint · 4 months ago
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berrylaberrosa · a year ago
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Kiss the girl
Lumity <3 
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frozensamantha · 3 months ago
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🔥❄️💗  Not the best pics but when I saw the way these Helsa dolls seemed to be looking at each other I just had to grab the camera!! 😉
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roninreverie · a year ago
After hearing Keston John sing, I knew I had to make an entrapdak thing out of it somehow! Hope you enjoy!
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shikokiomi · 6 months ago
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La verdad es que me encanta este ship-o me encantaba, bueno si si me gustan, o no sé hombre es que ese último episodio me dejó bien tiesa jajajajajajajaja ya no sé qué pensar D: a quién creerle D: y ahora qué va a pasar dio mío estoy en conflicto D:
Miren mientras decido si sigo con el ship o no, aquí les dejo un clásico, sin sombras porque no tengo más tiempo libre en estos días :C
Well I love this ship so much-or I loved it, well I do like them together- or I don't know man that last episode left me very still for a long moment, I wasn’t even breathing for a few seconds hahahahahahahaha I no longer know what to think anymore D: who to believe D: and what’s going to happen now? omg I’m in conflict with my inner self and my love for yuri right now hahahaha.
While I decide if I keep shipping them or not, here I leave you a classic one *wink wink*, without shadow shading per se because I don’t have more free time these days :c
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my-soul-sings · 4 months ago
kiss the girl: ch 4
Fandom: Tears of Themis Characters: Artem x Reader
Summary: Armed with a trusty book, Artem Wing attempts to win the woman of his dreams.
ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 2 extra (ft. marius) | ch 3 | ch 4
Ask her out to dinner. 
Artem Wing rarely gets stressed. Even when he has a trial the next day and it’s before the highest appellate court, he’s the definition of ‘calm’.
But right now, he’s freaking out.
It’s not that he doesn’t know how to ask a woman out to dinner. Of course he’s had dinner with her before—and they weren’t always team dinners.
The procedure is simple enough. Step one, ask her if she’s free that night. Or any night, for that matter. Step two, ask if she would like to have dinner with him. It’s an easy two-step process that anyone can accomplish.
Except, Artem didn’t factor in a possible third step: what to do when she is “suddenly unable to make it for dinner” with him not once, not twice, but three times in a row.
The first time it happened, she said she wasn’t feeling well, so he insisted that she leave the office early to get some rest, and cancelled their dinner plans for the evening.
The second time it happened, she said she had forgotten about a family dinner that clashed with their dinner plans. Artem had assured her that they could call a rain check, and that she should attend the family dinner to celebrate her grandmother’s birthday.
By the third time, Artem thought things would finally go his way. But alas, she was hauled away by none other than his NXX colleague, Vyn, who needed her assistance urgently with some pick-up artist case. He had offered to go with her, but she insisted that she could handle the case herself. And so, he had no choice but to leave her be, lest she thought that he didn’t have faith in her abilities.
All things considered, Artem is disheartened, to say the least. Having their dinner plans cancelled three times in a row can’t be a coincidence—maybe she just doesn’t want to have dinner with him, but is too scared of him to admit it outright. And it’s probably because he’s her boss, which is a position that he’s rapidly growing to hate. He wishes they could just be normal colleagues. Maybe then he won’t feel so awkward every time he wants to make a move but doesn’t want to come across as pressuring her inappropriately.
Then again, if they were normal colleagues, they probably wouldn’t work as closely as they do now… so Artem is torn on the issue. But that’s beside the point.
The point is, he doesn’t know what to do. Celestine would say that he should just try again, which he could do, but he should probably wait for a while before asking her again. As for how long he should wait, he’s not sure. But he was looking forward to dinner so much that the disappointment has been weighing him down for the past few days.
Deciding he needs some air to clear his head, Artem gets out of his office, intending to get some coffee from the pantry. As Celestine has reminded him many times, he has a working coffee machine in his office. His reply every time is that the capsules that he wants are in the pantry… and he just so happens to forget to take some to his office with every trip he makes.
Out of habit, Artem takes his phone to clear some notifications that have been accumulating since morning. And as he busies himself with replying to client messages and reading some new messages in the NXX chat, he overhears Kiki asking her if she wants to have dinner together. It’s a Friday night, and it’s already five minutes past the time everyone can knock off.
Her response, however, is noticeably sullen compared to her usual cheeriness. “I think I’ll be staying late tonight… I have two sets of written submissions to finish by Monday and I’ve barely started.”
It doesn’t take long for Artem to recall that those were the subs he had assigned to her at the start of the week. They’re due Monday… The other partners might have given her some work to do during the week, which is why she’s running tight on schedule.
He would ask if she wants him to assign one set to someone else to lighten her load, but Artem already knows from experience that she won’t have that. In fact, she’ll interpret it as him thinking she’s not competent enough to finish the work she’d been given and probably get upset—both with him and with herself.
“Then, aren’t you going to eat?” Kiki presses.
“I’ll eat later; I’m not hungry right now. Don’t worry about me, you should go ahead first. See you Monday!”
As Artem slowly returns to his office with a cup of coffee in hand and pretending to be engrossed in fiddling with his phone, he wonders if maybe there is a way to have dinner with her after all.
You’re stressed. The looming deadline of the coming Monday and the five cups of coffee you’ve had since morning are contributing to your high-strung nerves, and your hyper-active fingers as you furiously type away at the keyboard. Hopefully you can finish one sub tonight, and then you can do the other one over the weekend at home.
You’re so caught up in research and figuring out how to condense the facts of the extremely complicated facts of this darn case into a neat, concise summary, that you don’t realise that someone has been standing behind you for a while until he clears his throat and calls your name.
With a start, you jerk your head over your shoulder, not expecting anyone else to be in the office at this time—oh, it’s almost 8pm already—on a Friday night.
But here Artem is, holding up a few plastic bags and wearing a smile that isn’t helpful for your already wired heart. Didn’t he already leave the office for the day? And—how long has he been staring at your screen? Has he been watching you struggle over writing a summary of the facts?
He must think you’re an idiot now.
If he does though, he doesn’t show any sign of it. “You haven’t had dinner, right?” is all he asks.
“Dinner?” You take a few seconds to recall whether you’ve eaten or not, and then shake your head with a sheepish smile. “Right. I forgot.”
“I bought some sushi. You’ll focus better if you’re not hungry.”
You glance back at your screen, and even though you’d rather continue working, you reluctantly agree. Maybe you’ll be able to write this better after a short break.
“You’re right. Thanks.” You stand up, removing your glasses and rubbing your tired eyes. “Have you eaten yet?”
“Not yet. I was thinking of eating with you… if you don’t mind.”
You can’t help but smile. You’ve had to cancel dinner plans with Artem three times now, and you had  thought he would be offended or take it as a rejection in some way. You had actually been planning on asking him out to dinner next week, after clearing all your urgent tasks, to make up for everything. But here he is, offering dinner for the fourth time, accommodating your schedule and even buying sushi from your favorite sushi place. How did he even know?
“Of course I don’t mind! I just thought you’d want to eat with someone else on a Friday night, instead of eating take-out in the office.”
“I’d say eating dinner with you isn’t a bad way to spend a Friday night.”
Lawyers and their double-negatives. Now you can’t tell if this counts as Artem flirting with you. Not sure how else to respond, you settle for a generic “thank you” before taking one of the bags from him so that he isn’t carrying everything alone. “Let’s set it up in the pantry.”
He nods, allowing you to take the lead and following behind you towards the pantry. You hear the rustle of the plastic bags, his footsteps, and a small but thrilled "yes” that he whispers under his breath. It’s so low and soft that you almost mistake it for the sound of the plastic bags swinging by your side.
You should probably pretend you didn’t hear that, but still, you can’t suppress the laugh that escapes you. The effort that he’s been putting in for the past few weeks hasn’t escaped your notice at all. And considering how much Artem has been looking out for you lately, maybe it’s time to start thinking about what you can do for Artem too.
A/N: Thanks for all the support guys, i've been blown away by the encouraging comments and i'm so glad to know that you enjoy this story :)
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spooky1980 · 4 months ago
Im so happy for them. Really made this fangirl's heart happy. A lovely way to end out my birthday.
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isitbussinjanelle · 8 months ago
Raya: oh! Looks like we’re under the mistletoe...
Namaari: yeah I guess...
Namaari: so uh....
Raya: yeah...mistletoe...cool stuff..
Namaari: yup...
Sisu: o.0
Sisu: [face palms] you two are both helpless.
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stonegrotweek · 4 months ago
Hello everyone, it’s officially STONEGROT WEEK (Year 3!)
Now it’s your time to share the fanfiction/prompts, artwork, and anything else you have created to go along with our theming.
September 20th — Day One: Kiss The Girl. Rian initiates a kiss with Deet. It could be their first kiss or their millionth, it’s up to you.
September 21st— Day Two: Afternoon Delight. Rian and Deet share a perfect afternoon together.
September 22nd— Day Three: The Night Before. Something special takes place one night between Rian and Deet. It could be a conversation or maybe an intimate moment. The plot is up to you.
September 23rd— Day Four: The Morning After. A follow up to Day Three’s events. What happens between Rian and Deet after The Night Before? *If you didn’t participate in Day Three, that’s okay, create something you believe would take place between Rian and Deet spending a morning together. The plot is up to you.
September 24th— Day Five: Yesterday’s Feeling. This could be a follow up to Day Four’s events, or a headcanon during an Age of Resistance episode. What were Rian and Deet feeling for one another? The plot is up to you.
September 25th— Day Six: Tomorrow’s Promise. Rian and Deet make a promise to each other. Maybe about their future together? maybe about loving and protecting each other against the Skeksis? What will it be?
September 26th— Day Seven: The Future. Create a headcanon for what you think Rian and Deet’s future looks like.
Please BE KIND. We are all here to support each other and share the love we have for these characters and their relationship.
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Remember: It isn’t mandatory to participate in all of the days of the week, you can take part in only one or two of the days if preferred. You can also share multiple submissions for a day’s theme. Late submissions are also acceptable and will be reblogged/included on our page once tagged up until October 3rd— we understand it takes time. Please just make sure the material is nothing that has already been posted from you in the past about Stonegrot. We want all new creations!
We hope you all have a wonderful experience and enjoy Stonegrot Week!
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ctsv-bonnie · 2 months ago
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I’m tryna give you what you want boy.
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