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frenchfrywrites · 3 years

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hi babe, how r u?? can you plss write abt what type of lingerie the bros would wear for mc? like color, if its more on the cheeky side, texture. maybe you could do the side characters too, if you want to ofc. love ur writing 💖

Lingerie the bros and side chars would wear

MINORS DNI

Whew I had to look through an insane amount of lingerie to get ideas for this lmao (not complaining ;))

Lucifer:

My go-to thought was that he’d wear something modest

But I don’t think this is necessarily true!

I think if he were comfortable and trusted you enough he’d actually go with something quite revealing

Definitely has a wide selection.. A few lace sets, a few satins, and maybe even a few vinyl or leather sets.

Not necessarily lingerie (I think?) but he loves corsets

Color theme: reds and blacks (likely not a bright red)

Mammon:

Totally goes with revealing and/or.. eccentric pieces

Like sometimes he wears things so convoluted that you have trouble undressing him (if you undress him at all)

His stuff is quality though.. what could be very expensive (though he probably gets them for free from modeling)

He doesn’t care about the fabric

But he likes eye catching stuff, perhaps with glitter or shine

Color theme: whites, blacks, neons, and anything shiny/glittery

Levi:

Tends to choose modest over revealing

Has no idea where to begin, and is too scared to ask anyone so…

He has some weird pieces (maybe they don’t fit right or they’re weird colors,, just underlying weirdness)

Has some real good pieces though! And when he wears them (blushing and bashful the whole time) they make him look so cute!!

Color theme: monochrome mostly, but sometimes blues and purples and pinks

Satan:

Whatever he buys is elegant or classic. No funny business or frills for Satan.

That being said I think he’s got all sorts of stuff: modest to revealing, intricate to plain, expensive to cheap, lace, satin, hell even some latex stuff

All he requires is that it matches his accessories (collars, ears, tail, etc)

I also think he’d take really good care of his lingerie so when/if possible he wants you to remove it all before any bodily fluids get involved

Color theme: I think he’d gravitate to monochrome most of the time… and call me crazy but I also think he’d like pink stuff

Asmo:

Without a doubt he has the world's largest and most expansive lingerie collection

Brands will give him stuff to promo, and so it didn't even cost him that much to accumulate the amount that he has

(if he doesn’t like what they’ve given him, he hands it off to Solomon)

Prefers wearing lingerie he could sleep in and loves silk and satin

But he’s totally a sucker for some classic lace

His color theme revolves around making sure whatever he buys (or invests in) matches with at least one outfit/accessory so he can wear the lingerie under/with it

Beel:

Oh sweet boy he just loves all kinds of lingerie

I think he’d tend to gravitate towards babydolls or chemises, pieces with skirts/dresses

Will wear modest sets most the time, but will surprise you with some revealing stuff out of nowhere for fun ;)

Loves lace stuff coupled with ruffles and bows

But he has all types of lingerie

Color theme: all over the place but he probably likes shades of red the best

Belphie:

Anything comfortable!

Silks and satins, that’s what's up

Definitely has a few sets with cow print on them

I see him as being a big fan of crotchless panties, it removes a step and makes things easier

Might own a thong or two for shits and giggles

Color theme: blacks, purples, dark blues, and one or two white sets

Diavolo:

He loves revealing and sometimes costume-y lingerie

If someone ever gave him goofy lingerie as a gag gift, he kept it

Okay but the revealing stuff is very revealing btw

Crotchless panties, open cup bras, thongs, etc

He has maybe one or two sets that are normal, the rest are just strings with a bit of fabric

Color theme: reds of all shades, hot pinks, and blacks

Barb:

Barbie wears fancy, elegant, and modest lingerie

It’s so pretty you almost don’t want to touch him

If you rip it he will laugh it off, but dude that was a bra that costed a thousand grimm what are you doing

Because it’s so expensive and extravagant he doesn’t have many sets

Despite not having many, he quite enjoys wearing lingerie for you, especially for special occasions

Color theme: black and dark shades of cool colors

Simeon:

Modest for sure

Very classic styles, nothing eccentric, nothing with buckles or ropes or zippers.

Loooooves white lingerie

He’d like lace a lot I think, because it’s pretty, but might gravitate to silks and satins because they’re so soft

Also I think he’d be drawn to sets with ruffles and bows

He likes to pair his lingerie with knee highs, so he has some garter belts too

Color theme: whites mostly, but a few pastels

Solomon:

Prefers ropes and harnesses

Alright, he has some lingerie... stuff that he got as gifts (from Asmo)

He kept the leather and vinyl stuff, because it looks and feels good

Doesn’t like to wear a bottom and top set, would rather they be connected, or just likes to wear the bottoms

He probably also kept any costume lingerie that people have given him because he thinks it’s funny

Color theme: bright red stuff, and monochrome.

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beautiful-and-terrible · 3 years

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dazed ‘n‘ confused (part 3)

A/N: 3500 fuckin’ words y’all lmaooo i am so stupidly invested in this dumbass and his hot neighbor.

Ship: Rodrick Heffley x OFC

Warnings: underage drinking / drug usage, dubious consent (both parties inebriated), swearing, etc.

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Nicole shouldn’t have worried so much about what to wear. When she showed up in Rodrick’s garage, his friends Ben and Chris were there, both dressed in ripped jeans and flannel shirts paired over band t-shirts. By comparison, Nicole’s black skater skirt and combat boots felt almost fancy.

“Hey, I’m Ben,” the dark-haired one holding a red electric guitar came up to her and gave her a fist bump. She almost laughed, not having fist-bumped anyone since she was 13. “Nicole,” she replied, smiling.

“I’m Chris!” the blonde called over, waving, before turning back to adjusting his microphone and checking the settings on their audio.

Rodrick seemed to appreciate her style, at least. He came through the garage door, carrying a four-pack of Monster energy and whistled, giving her a quick up-and-down glance, “Hey, groupie.”

Nicole punched his arm as he walked by. “I came here to listen to you play, so… play.”

“Your wish is my command,” Rodrick said with a dramatic bow.

Nicole found a relatively comfortable spot as far from the speakers as she could get - this wasn’t a concert, but loud speakers could still be painful after an extended period of time. The clack of Rodrick’s drumsticks alerted her, and before she knew it there was a blast of noise and a blur of limbs.

Honestly, he wasn’t bad, Nicole thought to herself after they had played a few songs. He could use a little more control, but what musician didn’t get caught up in their music? Glancing outside, Nicole saw that it was finally growing dark out. The sky had turned a soft purple, and she could see a few fireflies flashing in the cooling grass. She checked the time on her phone - 9:15.

“Hey, do you guys know Caitlin?” she asked the group. They turned to look at her.

“Caitlin Irving or Caitlin Peters?” Ben asked, taking an impressive gulp of Monster before burping loudly. The boys fell into fits of laughter. Nicole couldn’t help laughing, too.

“I don’t know her last name, she works at Starbucks, though.”

“Ohhhhhh, Caitlin! Yeah, we know her. Why?”

“She invited me to a party tonight, but I don’t really know anyone but her. Would you guys wanna be my plus-three?”

Ben and Chris high-fived each other, and Rodrick saluted her with his drumstick, whacking himself in the head in the process. Nicole hid a laugh behind her hand, not wanting to embarrass him. “For sure, Nikky. As long as there's drinks, we’ll be there,” Chris said.

“C’mon, we can take my van,” Rodrick said, shoving his drumsticks in his back pocket and running inside to grab his keys. The other boys started down the driveway toward the white van, garishly painted with the band's name on the side in bold, black letters.

When Rodrick returned, Nicole gave him a smug look. “I thought it needed repairs?”

Rodrick stopped walking mid-stride, looking like a puppet caught on its strings. “Uh. Yeah. Well. My dad helped, when you were over at your house. Getting ready. It’s fine now. He’s the best mechanic I know.”

“Uh-huh. You sure you didn’t just… want to ride home with me from work?”

Rodrick scoffed. “You wish.” But as he rounded the front of the car to the drivers side, you caught the scarlet color of his cheeks against his tan skin. As if he could be any more endearing, he even offered Nicole shotgun. Chris grumbled the entire time, but begrudgingly gave you the seat he had worked so hard to acquire.

“First stop - Capital. Ben has a fake, so we can BYOB,” Rodrick said, practically peeling out of the driveway. Nicole clutched the seat for dear life, heart stuck in her throat.

“Are you sure this thing is secure?” she squeaked, feeling the seat shaking a little in its bolts.

“No one has been ejected yet, Nikky,” Rodrick laughed.

“Go-go gadget get me the fuck out of here,” Nicole groaned, planting her feet on the floor to try and stop herself from flying forward as Rodrick squealed to a stop in front of a seedy looking liquor store.

Ben barely avoided taking the sliding door off its tracks when he opened the door. Chris lit a cigarette in the back, the acrid scent wafting to the front of the van. Nicole didn’t mind the smell much - honestly it reminded her of her Grandmother's house - but she hoped the smell didn’t linger on her clothes. That would be hard to explain to her mom. Speaking of, she sent off a quick text to her parents telling them that she’d be back late. Luckily, Nicole had always been the responsible type, so her parents trusted her to make good decisions and as a result, let her have free reign of her life (especially now that she was 18).

Ben returned after a few minutes, carrying a 24 pack of Natty Light and lighting his own cigarette.

“You have the address?” Rodrick asked, and you showed him Caitlins text.

“Yo, that's in Heather Hill’s neighborhood. Maybe we can tee-pee her house later,” Rodrick said, already zooming off again.

“Heather Hills?”

“Major bitch,” Chris called from the back of the van. Rodrick shrugged. “She’s not a bitch she’s just… not very nice.”

Nicole laughed, “You don’t have to defend the honor of all women by not calling her a bitch. If she’s a bitch, I believe you.”

Rodrick looked at you out of the corner of his eye, thinking briefly.

“Yeah, she’s a stone-cold bitch. She ran over my foot once. With her car.”

Nicole grimaced in sympathy.

“Last year, we played at her Sweet Sixteen party, and Rodrick broke her ice sculpture bust. It was awesome,” Ben said.

“Oh, so you aren’t always perfect?” Nicole teased. Rodrick flipped her off.

Soon, they pulled up in front of Caitlin’s house. Nicole could already hear loud music from outside the house, and there were rainbow strobe lights flashing in the windows. Swallowing her nervousness, she followed Rodrick, Chris and Ben up the front walkway.

As they walked in the house, Nicole was hit by the fragrant, herbal smell of weed. From far away, the music had seemed loud, but coming in the house the music seemed to vibrate her ribcage - it was something with a repetitive bass, stuff Nicole didn’t normally listen to but she enjoyed it nonetheless. She followed Rodrick further into the house, trying to find the kitchen, weaving between people dancing and couples making out.

There were people surrounding an island in the center of the kitchen, decorated with colorful bottles of liquor and sodas to mix with. Nicole spotted Caitlin talking to a tall black guy, drinking out of a red solo cup. Nicole gave her a wave, and Caitlin excitedly came over to greet her.

“Hey! I’m so glad you made it.”

“Yeah, me too. I haven’t actually ever been to a high school party.”

Caitlin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Well, you’re gonna have one hell of a first high school party experience, girly. Let's get you a drink.”

Caitlin turned to the kitchen island and poured about four shots of rum and filled the rest with coke in a red solo cup. Nicole took a sip. She could barely tell it was spiked, so she took a few more chugs and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

“Do you wanna dance?” Caitlin asked, and Nicole nodded before following her back to the living room. Already, the rum was making her limbs feel looser and her brain fuzzy. She finished the rest of it in one go, enjoying the feeling of her nervousness and insecurities fading away. Nicole had never been unpopular, per say, but she tended to stay to herself and only had a few close friends at her old school, anyway. It was refreshing to feel included, and she couldn’t help feeling that this was the way her teenage years were supposed to be - loud and exciting and living moment to moment.

As they danced, Nicole swaying in place and occasionally spinning around, she couldn’t help but feeling a little awkward. Caitlin was actually a really good dancer - she knew how to move her body in all the right ways so they hit on beat with the music. Nicole envied her easy grace, but was quickly relieved when Caitlin accidentally bumped into someone, causing them to spill their drink. Nicole stifled a laugh, not at Caitlin’s expense, just at the irony of the timing. At least Nicole wasn’t the only clutz.

They had been dancing for only a few minutes before Nicole felt a hand on her waist, making her jump slightly.

“Hey, the guys and I are gonna smoke some weed in the backyard. Do you wanna come?” Rodrick said. His voice was almost in her ear, close enough that she could hear him over the blaring music, his breath tickling her sensitive skin.

She turned around to face him - in the dim light of the house, he looked much more appealing than usual - she hadn’t even noticed he had put eyeliner on, but it made the dark of his eyes look even more obsidian. Nicole nodded, giving a thumbs up, and pulled Caitlin along with her.

“I need you for moral support,” Nicole said, making Caitlin laugh.

“Have you ever smoked weed before?” Caitlin asked.

“Nope.”

Caitlin raised her eyebrows and pulled her closer as they walked to whisper in her ear.

“Okay, take a small hit the first time, don’t try to impress anyone. But breathe it fully into your lungs - I like to start by pulling it into my mouth first, and then inhaling fully. And if you cough, don’t worry, almost everyone does their first time.”

Nicole gave her a grateful look as they approached the circle of people sitting on lawn chairs in the backyard. Ben and Chris were already there, with two other girls Nicole didn’t know. However, there seemed to only be two more lawn chairs available to sit on.

Nicole was about to plop down on the grass before Caitlin grabbed her hand.

“You should sit on Rodrick’s lap,” she whispered, and Nicole almost choked on her drink.

“What?”

“Dude, he’s totally into you - I don’t know what your sitch is, but I think he’s probably a little nervous about making the first move. Just do it, and if he asks, say ‘sorry, there weren’t enough seats and I don’t wanna get bug bites from the grass.”

Nicole stared at her, mouth agape. The alcohol in her brain was telling her it might not be the worst idea ever. And you know what? Fuck it. You’re only young once. Nicole made up her mind, and squeezing Caitlin’s hand, she walked over to where Rodrick was sitting before primly making herself comfortable on his thigh.

She felt him tense beneath her immediately, before his hand came up to her waist to steady her. Before he had the chance to say anything about it, the joint was passed to him, and he took an impressive hit, the cherry glowing red at the end for several seconds. Nicole watched him with interest, hoping she wouldn’t mess up too badly and embarrass herself.

Rodrick looked up at her as he exhaled the smoke, holding the joint out to her. Not paying attention, and entranced by the eye contact they were holding, she reached out to take the joint without looking and promptly burned her hand on it.

“Fucker,” she hissed, shaking her hand to try and get rid of the pain. Rodrick just laughed.

“Do you want help?” Rodrick asked, before taking another hit of the joint. He reached up behind Nicole’s head, threading his fingers through her hair, before pulling her down close to his face, their lips inches apart. Nicole instinctively opened her mouth, half from surprise and half in anticipation of being kissed. But Rodrick simply blew a steady stream of smoke into her mouth, - their lips didn’t make contact. Belatedly, Nicole realized she was supposed to be inhaling, so she did quickly, trying to hold the smoke in her lungs for as long as possible.

Somebody wolf-whistled in the group. Nicole was pretty sure it was Caitlin.

Eventually, she ended up coughing it out, Rodrick rubbing her back but still laughing.

“You’re a green at the green, huh?” Rodrick asked, and Nicole rolled her eyes.

“That obvious?”

“Yeah, but it’s cute. I’m glad you’re having your first high with me,” Rodrick said, smiling sweetly. Nicole’s stomach fluttered. Already, she could tell that this wasn’t alcohol she was feeling anymore - the buzz she had been feeling earlier was replaced by something much slower and velvety, like the world was moving through maple syrup.

“Dude,” Nicole said after a minute, realizing she had been staring at nothing. Rodrick looked at her. She looked at him. They both started cracking up laughing.

“What are we laughing at?” Nicole hiccuped through her laughter.

“No idea,” Rodrick said, wiping his eyes free of tears of mirth.

“Rodrick, pass the J,” Ben called out, breaking the two of them from their trance. Without thinking about it, Nicole leaned back onto Rodrick’s chest, enjoying the warmth of his body. It wasn’t a cold night, per say, but Nicole was only wearing a skirt and a t-shirt, and she had always had poor circulation. She shivered involuntarily.

“Do you want my flannel?” Rodrick asked, already taking it off. Nicole sat up, ruffling his hair playfully.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you just want to show off your arms,” Nicole said, slipping on the warm blue flannel and resting her hand on Rodrick’s exposed arm, once again in a cut-off tank top. Rodrick gave her a funny look.

“What do you mean?”

Nicole suddenly found herself tongue tied. “Uh. I mean. You just wear a lot of tank tops.”

Rodrick raised an eyebrow, but said nothing else. Nicole leaned back against him again, feeling simultaneously self-conscious and exhilarated. They had never touched for this long before. She wasn’t sure exactly what was happening between them, but she liked the direction it was going. Even though they hadn’t known each other long, Nicole felt more comfortable with Rodrick than she did anyone else - even though most of the time she had known him, he had been a nuisance to her. Well… maybe not a complete nuisance.

It was funny to think that only a few days ago, Rodrick was just an annoyance she dealt with at her job and admired from afar, and now she was sitting on his lap, wearing his flannel. She leaned her head back, looking at the stars. She hadn’t noticed that Caitlin had left, but suddenly she appeared over her line of vision, grinning.

“Do you want a beer?” she asked, holding a cold can over Nicole’s forehead. Nicole reached out to take it, sitting up before cracking it open. She wasn’t in the habit of enjoying beer for the flavor, so she’d rather get drunk off it quickly. It tasted like wet cardboard, but Nicole managed to chug it down.

“Damn, girl, where’d you learn to drink like that?” Chris asked, laughing as Nicole belched loudly.

“Years of rigorous practice and intense concentration, young padawan,” Nicole replied.

“Do you wanna shotgun one with me?” Chris asked, half-joking, but Nicole was feeling overly confident from the buzz she was feeling and readily stepped up to the challenge.

“Whoever spits it out owes the other ten bucks.”

“Fuckin’ deal,” Chris grinned, Ben cheering him on as he threw a beer toward Nicole. She (surprisingly) caught it.

“Wait, gimme one,” Rodrick said, making grabby hands in Ben’s direction, who threw him a beer.

“On three, okay?” Ben counted. They all started to crack open their beers, Nicole with her house keys, Rodrick with his car keys, and Chris with his pen knife.

“One.. twoooooo…. Three!” Ben yelled, and they all tipped their heads back, drinking from the hole in the side of the can. Nicole’s eyes watered, but she was too competitive to back down now. Foam spilled out of the side of her mouth, but she kept drinking. She could hear people chanting her name as she finally threw the beer can down on the ground, raising her hands in victory. Both Rodrick and Chris were covered in beer foam, but Nicole somehow stayed relatively clean, minus the beer she wiped off her face.

“Ten motherfucking bucks, Chris,” Nicole slurred slightly, grinning at him as he pulled out a crumpled bill from his pocket and threw it at her.

“Rodrick, how the fuck did you lose, dude? You were the one who taught me how to shotgun,” Ben said, causing Nicole to throw her head back in laughter, before letting out another massive burp that lasted for several seconds. The whole group dissolved into laughter.

Eventually, the joint got finished, and people started to move back inside. However, Rodrick and Nicole stayed outside, talking about whatever came into their heads.

“Were you ever into Greek mythology as a kid?” Nicole asked, watching Rodrick’s eyes go comically large.

“Does Percy Jackson count?”

Nicole pretended to consider it deeply for a moment, before shaking her head. Rodrick pouted.

“I only got into Greek mythology because of Percy Jackson. So, I think it still counts.

“Fine. But do you know shit about the constellations they’re associated with?”

Rodrick pointed at the sky, at a random cluster of stars.

“For sure - that's Dingus Humongus, he was a Greek hero with the fattest ass known to man.”

“Sounds like my kinda guy,” Nicole replied, sticking her tongue out as Rodrick squawked in indignation.

“Besides a fat ass, what do you look for in a guy? Not, like, that I care. Just. Wondering.”

“Very good English, Rodrick,” Nicole laughed, “I guess my type is… someone kind. And funny. Someone who tries to be cool and is actually a huge dork. And musical, that's always a plus,” she said, feeling very bold as she looked directly at him. It took Rodrick a moment, but eventually his mouth formed a small “oh” as he realized who she was talking about. His eyes flicked down to her lips. Then he frowned, “I am not a dork.”

Nicole rolled her eyes, “And I’m totally not waiting for you to kiss me right now.”

Nicole watched as the color slowly rose in Rodrick’s cheeks, turning them rosy pink, visible even in the shadow-drenched backyard. Nicole decided to pull yet another risky move, and adjusted herself on Rodrick’s lap so that she was facing him, her thighs on top of his arms around his neck. For such a seemingly confident boy, Rodrick seemed more nervous than she had ever seen him, even when he asked her to come to band practice earlier. Hell, he hadn’t even been that nervous to shotgun the joint into her mouth.

“Sorry, I just… I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. I don’t wanna be bad at it,” he confessed. Just as Nicole thought she couldn’t be any more endeared by this boy. She slid her hands into his hair, thick and soft. She leaned in and gently nosed at his jawline, placing small kisses against his warm skin. Right at his jugular, he smelled like cologne and nighttime and boy, the right mix of clean and sexy. Seemingly gaining his courage, he grabbed Nicole by the back of her head and brought her up to his lips.

It was soft, at first, merely a press of skin to skin, but the two gradually deepened the kiss, moving against each other like they were made for it. Nicole felt like her heart might beat out of her chest - or maybe she was just that high.

Feeling emboldened by Rodrick’s enthusiasm, she slipped her tongue between his lips, gently tangling their tongues together. He let out a low moan, and Nicole could’ve blacked out from how turned on she was by that simple sound. The warmth of his body against hers and the slickness of their mouths together caused a rush of liquid heat to form between Nicole’s legs. Goddamn, he was good at this. Nicole wasn’t sure how many girls Rodrick had kissed before this, but if he was a rookie at this she was damn impressed.

Rodrick’s hands, which had been resting on her waist, slowly moved down her ass and under her skirt, causing Nicole to gasp as he started to knead and grab at her cheeks - not hard, but enough to get her even more hot and bothered than she thought possible.

“Is this okay?” Rodrick asked, his voice low and rough.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Nicole replied, running her fingers through his hair and scratching her nails down his neck. She felt him shiver beneath her, sending a heady rush of power to her stomach and lower. He pulled her closer to him by her ass, so that their crotches pressed together. Nicole was taken aback by the sensation of his bulge pressed against her, but didn’t pull back, instead grinding down on him.

“Are there still people out here?” Rodrick asked shakily. Nicole pulled back and looked over her shoulder - the backyard was empty, thank god.

“No, just us,” Nicole said, turning back and bringing her lips to his ear, biting and licking the sensitive flesh. Rodrick whimpered, grinding up to meet her, and Nicole almost lost it then and there.

The alcohol and weed in her system were slowing her reactions, but also kept her from thinking too much about what she was doing - all she could think about was how much she wanted this. Sober, this might’ve never happened - she was too nervous about what he would think if she ever made a move, constantly overthinking her every word and action. This dumb boy, who rode with her to work, who stayed to the end of her shift and bought her slushies, had wiggled his way into her every thought and every beat of her heart. She knew she was fucked.

She only wished it was literally.

Nicole opened her eyes briefly to catch Rodrick’s gaze, and out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed the red-and-blue flash of police lights. Rodrick caught sight of the lights at the same time.

“Oh, fuck.”

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x original female character #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid #fanfiction #emo #music #band #emomusic

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imnotwolverine · 4 years

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The Accidental Family - I am..WHAT?!

Henry Cavill x OFC Phoebe (Bee)

Warnings: mentions of smut, strong language, unplanned pregnancy, sad fluff

Word count: 2.414

Author’s note: OKAY..one more to finish the year. I’m writing this while frying oliebollen (Dutch dough balls we eat during festivities) and my fingers are all sticky and sweet, but hey; I can’t leave you readers hanging on the last day of this miserable year! Kisses 😘

(Link to my Masterlist)

Phoebe was done with it all. Done with this week; done with the slump that was her life right now. She just worked through a week with three over-time shifts at the hospital, some annoyances with her new IUD and Leon. Fucking-fucktard Leon.

But tonight she was going to be a big girl and suck it up, because heck; she was a good friend and tonight was Megan’s night. After long years of hard toil and shitty side-jobs, Megan had MADE it. She had gotten her first serious acting gig and tonight was the premiere, to which Phoebe would be her +1.

Single girls unite.

Sighing, Phoebe leaned into her make-up mirror, applying a coat of lipgloss to her pursed lips, heavy eyelashes fluttering. She never wore this much make-up, but it seemed like a thing you did when you went to such a fancy party. An A-lister party. Would Meryl Streep be there? She always had wanted to meet Meryl Streep.

Smacking her lips to feel the stickiness of her lipgloss - why did people like wearing this crap? -, she moved out to the hall of her small apartment where she heard the intercom buzz. Alright. Showtime.

‘Coming!’ She called to nobody in particular, hastily looking over the rows of shoes that were messily stacked by her door. Heels - heels - heels. And that scarf. Leon’s scarf. “Accidentally” left behind after he had come over to finally pick up the last of his things. She couldn’t stand the sight of it, and if it were a “good girl thing” to do, she’d shove it down the trash right now - like the trash he was. Cheater.

*tringgg*

Hurry! -- Okay, shoes! Purple, brown, practical, no - no - no.. And then her eye fell on the perhaps a bit painful, but very much sexy heels she had once bought to wear for her 6th anniversary with Leon. Fuck-Me-Pumps. With silvery diamond straps and all. He hadn’t given two damns about them, about her dreams she had tried to talk about during that dinner - kids - but then again, Phoebe learned a year later why that was; CHEATER.

‘Please bring me luck, babies.’ Phoebe mumbled, picking up the intercom that buzzed again. ‘Just putting on my shoes. Down in a minute.’

‘Alright m’am.’ A deep voice responded politely.

Was that the driver? It must be the driver! They had a driver?! OH MEGAN, YOU!

Excitement started to bubble in Phoebe’s tired bones as she realised that perhaps for tonight, things could be fun - painful shoes and all.

Show-time.

The water boiler gurgled lazily on the countertop, two pairs of eyes staring down at it, willing it to go faster.

‘You didn’t respond to my text.’ Henry tried to keep a casual tone, but even with all his acting experience, the hurt was evident as his blue eyes swiftly moved over to Phoebe, who that had just knocked on his door after 3 months of radio silence.

‘Yea...’ Phoebe cleared her throat and awkwardly leaned into the opposite kitchen counter Henry was leaning into. The tension was tangible and for a moment she scolded herself for pushing Megan to find out Henry’s address.

‘..some..stuff happened.’

‘Is this the point where you’re going to tell me you’re married and your husband found out?’

Phoebe’s eyes widened and a chuckle escaped her lips, making Henry frown. ‘That might have just made all this a bit easier. But eh..no. I ..’

‘FEEEEBBsss where WEREEEE youu. Oh my god. Have you met..’ Phoebe could barely manage to stay balanced on her high heels as Megan’s hand dragged her away from the toilets - away from him - and onto one of the far corners of the crowded room where some mildly creepy man was waving at Megan. Megan waved back, but Phoebe could only focus on the burst of white camera flashes behind her, her eyes wishing to look if he followed.

But Megan’s grip was tight and Phoebe was perhaps three shot glasses too drunk to stay on her feet AND look over her shoulder - the deep pink blush on her cheeks betraying that something was going on.

‘..so I had this super fun chat with Michael. You know Michael right? I mean he was crazyyy excited about..Phoebe? Earth to Phoebe!’ Megan’s neatly manicured nail prodded into Phoebe’s silvery dress, awakening the blond woman from her over-shoulder stare when they finally had halted.

‘Wh-what? Hi! Sorry. Eh..’ Instantly the deep pink worsened on Phoebe’s cheeks as Megan shot her one unbelieving wild eyed stare - she knew. Oh fuck, she knew.

‘You know what - if you’d excuse us for a moment.’ Megan smiled charmingly at the old man that was checking her out for all the wrong reasons.

Again Megan’s hand pulled on her arm, but this time they travelled less far, walking out to a more quiet area guarded by some heavy red curtains which offered a walkway for the staff who much resembled an army of tuxedo clad ants moving large trays of fizz around.

‘You are 50 shades of red, hun.’ Megan chuckled, wiping some mildly smudged lipgloss from Phoebe’s chin.

‘Oh, woops.’ Phoebe quickly mimicked the wipe on her chin, but the sticky residue was already gone - though other sticky residue on some other lips were most definitely still there.

Shit, she had to get cleaned up fast. She wasn’t even wearing any PANTIES. DAMMIT. Oh my...how..why..Wobbling dangerously on her heels again, Phoebe lurched for one of the walls, a sudden wave of nausea coming over her as her red cheeks turned bitter green.

‘Awh shit Feebs. You OK? Eh..Ehhhhh...’ Nervously Megan looked around the stretch of the hallway, black and white tuxedos cruising deftly around with the patterns of a well-practised champagne carrying dance.

‘Pfff...’ Phoebe tried to breath in deeply, inhaling whatever air she could muster in her suddenly claustrophobically tight lungs. Oh what did she do?!!! OH NO. Oh Christ. Good girls don’t shag in toilet stalls. Good girls don’t... ‘Pff - pff -pff’ With short little puffs she let out the air, but the nausea didn’t fade. How did pregnant women do that? Damn.

‘I gotta go home.’

‘Yea-yea. Let me fix you a cab.’ Megan clipped her fingers and in a few minutes Phoebe was loaded into a cab, away from the bustling bubble of Hollywood A-listers and hot shots.

The fairytale, was over.

‘I got scared.’

‘Of me?’ Henry’s face pulled into one of agony, making him look even more disheveled with his wild curls, crumpled white shirt - which looked much too good on his large chest - and loose hanging grey sweatpants.

‘No. I mean. Eh. Well. I lost my phone and..I called..and..someone picked up.’

‘Lea? Miranda? What someone?’ Henry stepped a little closer as the water cooker started to come to a slow boil.

‘I don’t know. I -- They said they never heard of me, so I explained what..happened - oh fuck I shouldn’t have..I...pfffff. I panicked.’ A heavy blush crept over her cheeks as she nervously eyed the water boiler, the little lever moving back to “off” as the water danced in a heavy boil within.

‘Gr-green tea? English tea? Mint? I got some..’ Henry’s voice trailed off.

Phoebe shrugged and brushed a hand over her cheek, willing herself to stop blushing as the large stranger of a man brushed passed her to reach for the tea bags that were located just beside her head.

‘Oh sorry.’ She quickly tried to get away, but Henry could only grin.

‘It’s not funny, Cavill.’ Phoebe pouted shyly.

‘Well you stood me up. I’m allowed to..smile, no?’

Phoebe opened her mouth to say something. Perhaps ask for forgiveness, or further her explanation to why she chickened out to trying again - and how she had even gotten his address. But no words came and so she just watched as Henry turned back to the task of making tea, bunching a few mint leaves in the two grey mugs that were settled on the smooth grey kitchen counter.

This man sure liked his greys.

‘I eh..actually ..had to tell you something.’

Even Phoebe herself wasn’t prepared for the words that had just escaped her lips, but there they were, earning a surprised quirk of Henry’s eyebrow.

‘You don’t say.’ His lip curled into another cheeky grin and Phoebe couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. Henry chuckled and hinted in the direction of the kitchen table. ‘Let’s sit.’

-- And that was a very good idea --

‘Meg..oh I’m in deep shit.’ Phoebe paced her small hallway as she waited for her friend’s voice to soothe her stomach fluttering nerves, her new smartphone clutched tightly in her hand.

‘Oh- oh- wait a sec. Baby..yea..mommy is gonna be righttt there. Just a moment okay?’ A short pause followed and then Megan finally answered. ‘HEYY booo. What’s cooking goodlookin’?’

‘A baby, that’s what.’

‘W-what?’

Why didn’t he say anything? Phoebe nervously fingered the ear of her mug, waiting for Henry to give any kind of response to what she had just explained, and for the slightest moment she considered fleeing again - like she had numerous times when she tried to find the courage and call him, text him - anything. But that just hadn’t sat right, felt right. And then for long weeks she just pushed the reality of it all away. How could she be pregnant?! HOW?!

The new IUD, that’s how. But, Henry had used protection; how much bad luck could one have?! So much for accidents that happen in cramped little bathroom stalls.

Finally Henry made a noise, but it was more like a surprised squeak, then any normal sound a man his size would make.

‘I’m sorry.’ Phoebe lowered her eyes a little more, taking it up as a; yea, this is not cool, girlfriend.

No, scratch that - she was not even his girlfriend. Ha! They were strangers for fuck’s sake.

‘O-okay.’ Henry inhaled deeply and nodded, brushing a hand over the head of his dog, who was pushing a curious nose into his lap. ‘Okay. Wow.’

‘Yea..’ Phoebe swallowed thickly. ‘I..I’m keeping it either way. But..I thought..’ Her fingers had apparently curled around the mug so fiercely that it right about screamed as its small ear broke off. ‘OH FUCK.’ Her eyes widened as her lips turned into a shocked little “o”.

Henry laughed. ‘Well, we better get new mugs before that baby is born.’

Was he being sarcastic? Phoebe felt like she was close to tears as the man before her cracked out the mug joke. Oh, why did she always ruin things?!

‘Oh don’t cry. Please don’t cry. It’s just a mug.’ Henry’s smile turned into a pained lip bite as he saw the silvery tears rim Phoebe’s eyes. But Phoebe couldn’t help it, her lower lip already shivering as she looked down at the broken little tea ear in her hand.

‘I’m sorry..’ She whimpered pathetically, the first tears already beading down her cheek before Henry could push away his chair and squat down beside her.

‘Hey-hey. It’s okay. It’s..hey, come on now.’

‘I’ll *sniff* g-get a new..ha..new one *sniff*’

Henry smiled, slowly shaking his head before he carefully brushed his fingers through her golden locks, hooking them behind her ear so he could properly see her face.

‘Bee..’ His voice lowered to a gentle hum.

‘It’s Phoebe by the way.’ She sniffled.

‘Okay. Hello Phoebe.’ His hand folded around her hand that was carefully holding onto the broken off mug ear. Hesitantly, Phoebe looked away from her hand, right into the blue ocean that had drawn her in some three months ago from across the crowded room. She now too noticed a little fleck of brown in there - a little accidental mutation. Would the baby have his eyes?

‘H-hi.’ She sniffled, trying her best to turn her lips in a smile, but it only worsened everything, more tears bursting from her eyes as the stress and chaos of the past months came crashing down. In an instant she felt herself be enveloped by large warm arms, a hot breath fanning over her head as Henry nuzzled her hair, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear as he spoke:

‘It was just an accident, okay? No harm done.’

Phoebe nodded, but scolded herself anyways. Sure enough he was just talking about the mug. The stupid fucking mug. But what about the fucking baby?! Her..- his - baby.

‘Phoebe? Bee?’ He settled back a little, his fingers brushing through her hair again. ‘How about we go sit on the couch and I make you a new cup of tea and we..’ He licked his lip as his eyes quickly flew over her heart-shaped, tear bruised face. He had to try hard not to unnecessarily coo over her. He didn’t want to chase her away this time. Especially not now. Not with this..situation.

A..baby?!

‘You don’t have to be so nice you know.’ Phoebe muttered, looking back at him.

‘Well, too bad I’m a nice guy then.’ -- Who is going to be a dad!!! WOO! -- His lips curled in a sweet smile.

‘Nice guys don’t shag women in bathroom stalls, do they?’

Henry cleared his throat at her sharp words, quickly looking down at his hand covering hers. ‘Yea..that was a ..bit uncharacteristic of mine. Ha..fuck..You know I scolded myself so hard for doing that. I-I sent you a pretty long Whatsapp message after, but..’

‘I never got that. Must be some syncing issue when I got my new phone.’ Phoebe’s lips curled in a watery smile. ‘The couch is fine.’

‘Okay.’ Henry’s smile grew a little. ‘Can you walk?’

‘Pff..Of course I can walk.’ She huffed, before she all but flew up into Henry’s chest in surprise when she was nuzzled by a very wet nose.

‘Oh, I forgot to mention, this is Kal. My dog. And he likes the word “walk”’ - the dog borked softly - ‘very much.’

They both laughed and Kal’s ears perked up, his wet nose pressing in Phoebe’s elbow again, pushing her further up into Henry’s welcoming arms.

The whole situation was weird, but as Henry felt how naturally they somehow melted into an embrace, her arms wrapping around his back, he could only smile.

Sometimes accidents simply offered you the little push you needed all along. Be it in the form of broken mugs or babies.

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disaster-bay-leaf · 3 years

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Ok so these were the cutest~ (ㆁωㆁ)

4, 6, 7, 9, 12, 19, 22, 23, 28, 33, 34, 46, 47, 52, 59, 60, 63, 66, 83, 87, 88, 93, 99

I kno I listed like....all of them lmao but feel free to answer whichever you want and ofc you can ask me in return Baybe ( ◜‿◝ )♡

uHUHUHUHU much content for me to answer, im happy bebe 💜💜💜✨

4 - how do you take your coffee/tea?

hm coffee either Very Black No Sugar (for the sleep deprived me) or iced latte three sugars and theres no in between

and as for tea its All Black Teas That Exist, cinnamon-flavoured especially (but basically all teas that come to mind when u think “autumn”), and rooibos!!! okay basically the only oke i dont like is any type of green tea (which is sad because they look cool but my tastebuds said ✨no✨)

6 - do you keep plants?

honestly id l o v e too because i love plants but,,, im kinda horrible at taking care of them though still way better than the majority of my family (research helps) so the only plant i own is kinda a small-palm-tree-looking thing in a bigass glass jar that i saved from my mother’s plant-destructing hands and its mostly doing well (the ends of its leaves are starting to be yellow tho and im worried:((( )

7 - do you name your plants?

yes!!! though the current one was named by my sister and its called “pickett” after fantastic beasts shsjjsj

9 - do you like singing/humming to yourself?

oh god oh dude you have n o idea

i have absolutely n o singing voice but its something i do constantly to give my brain the right amount of stimuli so basically i listen to music 24/7 and hum to myself 99% of that time

12 - whats your favourite planet?

oh i actually didnt think about this for so long but either pluto (hes a planet screw nasa) or saturn (RINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) or venus (girls,,,and libra,,,)

19 - do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw in it?

okay im gonna be completely honest with yall and say that my every single try at keeping a journal failed spectacularly and i lost motivation after like a few months so my only journals rn are my fancy fake-leather-bound calendar to note tests and assessments into, a kinda roughed up notebook that i uses for noting down poems or scribbling or passing notes in class, and a kinda fancy bullet journal notebook that i used as a book of shadows for a while but since my fountain pen died i didnt touch it

22 - are you a morning person?

n o

i am so not a morning person but i wish i could be because honestly dawns are beautiful

but as it is rn im either sleep deprived all the time and loathe every second of being in an awake state or (if i have a few days of schoolbreak) my biological clock moves forward a few hours and i sleep 2am-10am

23 - whats your favourite thing to do on lazy days with zero obligations?

except for the fact that i dont remember the last time it happened, i would probably spend it drawing outside, watching anime with my sister and riding a bike around the forest

28 - sunrise or sunset?

i love sunrises because its so peaceful and everyone is asleep but also i subconsciously immediately correlate them with waiting for a train to take me to school (because thats basically the only time i see them) so its a bittersweet love especially with my fucked up biological clock

but sunsets are really really pretty too and i see them more often so i cant choose

33 - whats your fave pastry?

and isnt that a millior-dollar question dhsjjsjsj

either cinnamon rolls (i absolutely adore them) or that one specific type of cupcake-shaped-thing made out of shortcrust/bread/whatever its called and filled with vanilla pudding

34 - tell us about a stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

awwww this is cute

okay so basically my two favourite stuffed animals (i still have them, they sit in my wardrobe) were two teddy bears (like maybe 20cm high each of them) and one was pure brown and the other was silver-brown and they had stereotypical polish male names “Waldek” (read. Valdek) and Stefan (i think tho im not sure if i remember correctly, my memory is a feeble thing sometimes

46 - tell us the worst pun you can think of

what dog would never bite you? a hot dog *badumtss*

47 - what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

huh a year ago id say pineapple pizza but i guess i dont hate pineapples that much anymore (tho putting them on pizza is still an abomination) but i think that if id ever want to get rid of anything it would be parsley, i hate that freakin herb (does it count as food tho)

52 - what are your favourite memes of the year so far?

the ever given for sure shsjshjsjsjsjjsj

but bullying tramp stamps is gold and pure tumblr energy too

as for fandom memes: im in love with all keeping-up-with-the-todorokis variations and the fact that the entire bsd fandom looked at fukuchi and said “biTCH” and thats one of the only things we’re unanimous about

59 - whats your favourite myth?

i always liked the kora/persephone myth (though demeter is an overbearing parent to the nth power), loki and thor crossdressing at a party to get mjolnir back, atalanta because shes a queen and id politely ask her to kick my ass, and cassandra because she deserved better, and theres a l o t more because alas i was a mythology nerd but this post is long enough for me not to make this section 20 times longer sjjsjsjsjsjks

but there are a lot of slavic myths that are very cool too, though we dont know that much about them as about the greeks for example

60 - do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

o o o o h yeah i do like poetry because to create such a beautifully sounding thing with only words someone has to be a genius

some of my favs are: some works of nakahara chuuya (thank u bsd for introducing me to this man’s beautiful imagery in his works i swear to god the descriptions do it for me) (also his poem about having hangovers is a mood like i feel you buddy), the raven by ea poe (i know everyone likes it but hOLY DAMN THE INTER/INTRAVERSE RHYMES ARE LIKE,,, BREATHTAKING) (and aso im a slut for gothic horror), and many more but also That One Poem From Welcome To Nightvale about reaching the island in the west,,, only perfect vibes from it

63 - are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organised or kinda leave them be?

okay heres the thing. for anyone else both my playlist library and my bookshelf would be considered pure chaos of a mad man b u t they actually have a highly focused system which means that i sort them based on their vibes, lovability and (in case of books) their age and whether or not theyre a part of a series so i would say my bookshelf is rather organised (when a quarter of it isnt occupying my desk that is) and my music is more organised than not but sometimes it gets out of control and i have to sort it entirely again

66 - what would your ideal flower crown look like?

either entirely constructed of simple white daisies, entirely constructed of only white roses, or something that probably would win a “how many different coloured flowers can one fit in a flower crown” competition

or something purple (maybe not belladonna)

83 - whats some of your favourite album art?

god i dont know if it counts but hozier’s wasteland baby is probably one of my absolute favourites and no one shall beat that

“thrifted youth” (dalynn) and “standard deviation” (danny schmidt) have very aesthetic covers too

also the iconic p!atd too weird to live, too rare to die! album cover,,, its just iconic what can i say

and last but not least matt meason’s pink-and-black album covers (though bank on the funeral is really pretty too but like,,, “who killed matt meason” d o e s it for me and so does the 2017 tribulation single)

87 - what are some movies that you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

this is such a hard question because im not a really cinematography-oriented gal but i suppose that (at the risk of not going deep enough into the cinema world):

- the princess bride

- inception

- night at the museum

- SPIRITED AWAY

- forrest gump

- truman show

- E.T. (i cried okay)

- the lord of the rings (because damn me if this isnt one impressive adaptation)

- parasite

and one more personal recommendation: “ready or not” with samara weaving because goddamn i dont usually watch this genre but holy s h i t is it good

93 - whats the hairstyle you wear the most?

honestly just plain hair down (because having curly hair is a menace), split in the middle when i have longer hair and split on one side when its short

also low ponytails or half-up-half-down when im exercising, or double french braids when my hair doesnt cooperate enough to look presentable in any other form

99 - list some songs that resonate with your soul whenever you hear them

this is difficult because my music taste is a goddamn rollercoaster on a good day, but heres some:

- me and the sky from “come from away” musical (this is sort of a test song for my mental stability, if i cry i aint stable)

- dancing after death by matt meason (okay most songs by matt meason except for like,,, hallucinogenics maybe)

- tears and rain by james blunt

- i will follow you into the dark by death cab for cutie

- almost home by mxmtoon

- anything by hozier really but shrike especially

- payphone, the cover by alex g (i cried to this song so many times)

- burning pile by mother mother (can i roast all my problems please)

- long way from home and cleopatra by the lumineers

- autoclave by the mountain goats

oooh that was c o o o o o o o l as fuck thank you sm so much bebe (and sorry for the long post @everyone else)

#smadhuman being pure af #bay answers #long post #very long post #ask #asks

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lil-demi-boy · 3 years

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How did you meet Eridan? Who confessed and how? What was the wedding like? Do you ever wear his clothes? How does Eridan like showing affection? Sorry for spam asking you stuff, Im about to send a second ask about you and Hal in a sec, Y'all are just so cute together!!!!

aaaaaaa no need to apologize abt the questions, I love answering this kind of stuff ;0;

Under a cut tho bc hng long answers

As to how we met, I have this AU where everyone lived and made it to Earth C (and by everyone I even mean the Prospitians and Dersites and the Felt and Dancestors and Ancestors and the villains like Doc Scratch and Lord English, but they just kinda fucked off onto their own little corner where they can do whatever they want without killing people)

Anyway I met him on Earth C through my friend Kanaya- we were having a chat, just us Jade bloods, and I let slip that I was interested in finding a Matesprite. Of course her matchmaker instincts kicked in, and she began detailing a list of suitors with pictures n such, and while she was telling me abt Feferi, she showed me a picture of her with Eridan. I asked her who that was n she was like "oh no not him" and I'm like "oh yes absolutely him"

So she calls up Eridan and we set up a time to meet up and hang out. I don't think Kanaya could've expected that showing me a picture of someone with Eridan in it would lead to her becoming my right hand Jade at our wedding

The wedding itself was nice, but small. Even though he's made strides in being less of a snobby weenie and has apologized profusely and asked to make it up to everyone, a lot of the people on Earth C still didn't like Eridan. Cronus and Dualscar were there ofc to support their relative (and also bc they couldn't believe he was getting married) but most of the other attendees were friends on my side

Regardless! The service itself was short and sweet and we all spent thee rest of the venue rental just talking to everyone and eating cake. Of course Dave was there so some beats were shared and a dance was had, but it was chill for the most part. Lots of black outfits with purple and green accessories too, it was visually nice

Although his old sign shirt doesn't fit, I absolutely steal his scarf and cape on occasion. They're old, so they're soft and worn in and smell just like him, so wrapping myself up in them makes me feel closer to him, like he's wrapping me in a warm hug =v=

As for his love languages, his main ones are giving gifts and physical affection; when we started out, he liked to buy me really fancy and expensive stuff, which is nice, bit after a while he started noticing that I had a thing for smaller trinkets and weird souvenirs and such, so he started getting those for me instead. If we're out shopping and he sees me stare at something for a while or if I show him something and be like "hey, it's purple like you!" He'll likely get it for me while I'm not looking-

And for the physical touch, this man is a teddy bear I s2g. When we're home, he's always holding onto me while we're sleeping or playing with my hair while we're watching TV, etc. He didn't get a lot of physical touch growing up, and neither did I, so once we realized we could just touch each other, we did and just haven't stopped

#also thank uou for this and the hal ask #ive had just about the worst day today and thinking abt my boys is such a good distraction #the moon rises [eridan]

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bangtansfavwriter · 5 years

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💘bangtan as boyfriends: jungkook💘

-oh my god this soft boy

-still can't quite believe you guys are dating and sometimes still blushes very heavily when you kiss him

- it took ages for him to ask you out and he probably wouldn't have done it without a pep talk from seokjin who hyped him up before you and jungkook went on a date together

- he was so timid and tripped over his words a lot, so when you asked "are you saying we should start dating?" he went "oh my god yES PLS"

-he know tells everyone that you asked him out first bc "the golden maknae of bts, bangtan sonyeondan, behind the scene, world's best band tbh has to be asked out"

seokjin: makes sense, bc said golden maknae looked like he was gonna pass tf out before you two met

jk: .. hyung why you.... I asked y/n out!

seokjin: lies

you: he did... kinda

seokjin: LIES

jk: I find your lack of faith disturbing, hyung..

seokjin: nerd 😚

jk: 😔✊🏼

- a nerd indeed, but cuteee

- very loyal, it already took him long enough to call you his, so he sure af won't give you up

- also very selfless, he loves helping you out with whatever you need help with... even when you don't ask for it

- like when you had a project due and you were stressing out about it bc you had no time for anything else and stuff... he was really worried you'd skip meals to do your work, so he made sure that you'd eat by either coming to your place or calling/texting you, whenever he couldn't come over personally

-he was afraid he'd bother you while you do your work so he was always very cautious but you reassured him it's fine

-but you felt bad bc you couldn't talk much while doing your work... he looked at you and smiled: "it's ok, I'll write some lyrics maybe.. and you do you. we'll give each other strength with our presence, alright?" he started laughing when you got up and cozied up to him. you spent the next 10 mins cuddling, as this was the only reasonable thing to do after he was being so sweet. "so much for no distractions, hm?"

- you still got your work done btw, so no worries

- movie nights are a huge thing for you two, your range is broad af but mostly consists of marvel, disney and studio ghibli. he has a thing for 80s movies tho, felt ferris bueller on a personal level

- cried when he watched the princess diaries for the first time and will end u if anyone hears about it

-rather savage irl but he cries during some movies, especially when he's tired, he gets emotional and even whiny

- for example: he was very sleepy when you first watched the mandalorian together and you swear he started weeping when he first saw baby yoda and he's been obsessed ever since btw

- very thoughtful and caring

- remembers the smallest things about you, will bring you your fav ben&jerry's when you feel down and enjoys the fact that you look at him like the saint he is

- also memorizes your habits and reads your body language so well that it still surprises you even after all the time you've been dating

-you poke his cheeks on any given occasion and kiss his nose, he's not quite sure why but he enjoys it too

- his hugs are just warm ... they make you feel like everything will be ok

- many pancake mornings together

- will never ever forget any birthday or anniversary, he once did tho and he still beats himself up about it but he was busy as hell during that time so you were ok with it in hindsight (which was greatly appreciated bc he truly felt awful)

- very down-to-earth, it doesn't have to be all fancy with him, he's doing just fine with netflix and ramen

- your personal laundry fairy

- looots of laughter and giggles with this one, always cracking jokes

- you guys have like 48394 insides jokes

you: hey.. hey

jk: ?

you: second goose right left

jk: LMAOOOOO WOFT

you: LMAOOO

jk and you: -dying-

rm: this sounds like some terror code

hobi: or a stroke

- sends u memes at 3am, his go-to are kermit memes as reaction memes, he sometimes forgets to use actual words tbh

you: kook, i can't come over today, working late :( but tomorrow is fine tho, you free ?

jk: -kermit crying under the shower meme-

you: jungkook, words pls

jk: oh sorry babe, yeah im free 🤗

- either uses the cutest nicknames or the weirdest which are pretty cute when he explains it (like left shark "bc you stand out")

- displays of 'strong manly man' when he picks you up, and spins you around only to kiss you --- displays of 'babie boy's when pouts until you give him attention or your last pockys ("we can share, you know 👀" - "oh worm? 👀")

- a true romantic deep down, he once surprised you when he decorated your entire house with candles and flowers bc he knew you had a tough time and you legit just started crying. he was overwhelmed for a sec but knew this was just bottled up emotions and relief coming through so he just smiled and hugged you until you calmed down."it's alright, love... let me take care of you." you nodded and smiled at him, while wiping your tears away. "you're the sweetest, you know that?" - "well, obviously. but fire safety was never my forte, so let's be careful, ok?" he said and you both started laughing.

-sings to you very very often, get used to it, even when you're not right next to him you can still hear him humming from afar and it makes always makes u smile

-you two are fiercely competitive, there is no "it's just a game"... you guys play mario, sonic, rayman etc and there's always a whole lot of screaming

-there was a time namjoon jin got so fed up with this that he took the playstation away (+ mario kart) and jungkook and you had to find other gaming options

-some examples of truth or dare sessions between you (in the safety of your own home):

you: i dare you to dance to begin

jk, in his pyjamas: wha- ... no!

you: truth it is, then. what was the dumpling incident about?

jk: nevermind, I'll do the dance.

you: squeeze the ketchup bottle empty with your thighs.

jk: ?????? jesus, you take your kinks to a whole knew level. choose something else, the stains will be nasty as hell.

you: wear booty shorts👀

jk: you wants thighs and booty, huh? 👀

you: you bet 👀👀

(a blessed day for u tbh)

jk: babe, i dare you to dance to fire.

you: ?????? well, I can try, but you should get me an inhaler, my lung capacity may not suffice for this

(jungkook laughed so hard when did it that he was the one that needed an inhaler)

-takes lots and loots of pics of you when you're together and of the location you went together , posts the view on twitter sometimes and jokes about you two being official (to fans) without really being official

- you two go on walks together, have coffee shop dates, go to concerts (and go fckn feral when u go see iu), visit art galleries where you mostly imitate everything and touch things you shouldn't touch, go to karaoke places ... and you also do art together! that was actually his idea were he bought a shitload of acrylic paint and huge linen sheets and you had your first painting date, which has become a tradition ever since.

- something that jungkook absolutely loves and appreciates is that you guys never run out of topics to talk about

-the intellectual stimulation he gets from you is pretty much unmatched and that's also something that made him realise he's into you before you started dating

- 2 sides of the same coin: smart, charming and kind // absolute crackhead (remember the vid with his goggles? vids like that are now your exclusive content from yours truly)

- once chased down chickens when you visited a village together and ran away screaming when a huge ass rooster chased after him ( u filmed it ofc)

- lives for dramatics, gains new life power on Halloween when you two do shenanigans on bighit's annual party

- he loves the fact that you're still a child at heart and that you're not too stuck up to scare hobi and jin with michael myers masks on (but you did feel pretty bad about it when hobi almost fainted)

- you're super savage when you want to be and he loves it when you are... ngl... you being assertive and all kinda turns him on lmaoo

-your green card to get him to laugh whenever was saying "you sexy beast" and he'd forget whatever issue you were having before, as long as it wasn't something too important obviously

-loves you show you off, especially when you guys are all dolled up and ready for a night out "look at us being all sexy and shit, like, how dare we look this hot, jimin-hyung hates it when someone looks hotter than him" - "hmmm kook, imagine if I'd have jimin as my date today, the place would burn up" - "...." - "kook, i was joking..." - "right shark" - "I WAS JOKING BABY" - "........say it. you know the deal." - "i would rather die" - "go hang with hyung then, i'm gonna stay home" - "you...." -

👀👂 - "YOU SEXY BEAST" - jungkook laughed until he couldn't breathe when yoongi, who just passed by you two, and you stared at each other, completely mortified. you: how to unsay things... / yoongs: how to unhear things/ jk: -on the floor and in dire need of an inhaler"

- you couldn't face yoongi the whole night, whereas jungkook occasionally stared down jimin who had no clue what the heck was going on and munched on some appetizers

- jealousy is not a big thing for him but he still doesn't quite like it when someone is too touchy with you

- he trusts you, absolutely no doubt about that or he wouldn't have even entered a relationship with you, as he has high standards about who to let into his life, especially with potential lovers

-that's why everyone knew you guys were serious about each other and it was hardly surprising that you got to meet his family shortly after you guys started dating (his mother loved you btw)

-has like 200 pics of the day you met gureum

- an absolute sucker for you, you could say you want the n seoul tower to flicker in purple and pink lights and he would get it done somehow

- very sensitive to touches so ......👀

- loves your room bc he says it always smells like your lotions and laundry

- you sometimes surprise by setting the mood with some smooth music and nice fragrances and the world comes to a halt for him, it's just him and you

-shower him in affection and he's putty in your hands, legit, when he first performed euphoria and did the high note at the end you spammed tf outta your messenger and hyped him up and he actually got so hype he jumped around backstage after the concert and sprinted to you when he saw you, twirled you around and, for the first time, kissed you while the guys were there

-he still gets teased about it tho, but he doesn't really care bc your support means the world to him and he values it too much to care about the guys

-you guys went home that night and he serenaded you while you were cuddling. you guys started talking about songs, especially your favourites. you got sleepy when he started talking about 'home' and softly sang it to you, until he realised you dozed off. he smiled to himself and caressed you hair, as you had layed your head onto his chest. admiring your sleeping figure, closely entangled with his broad frame, he said to himself: "this is home..."

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iamwhoiamtmblr · 4 years

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Title: Remember Who You Are

Story Rating: Chapter 12 – 18+ Warnings: Fluff, mention of smut, mention of masturbation, language Relationships: Nomad Steve Rogers x Reader; Steve Rogers x Reader; Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

I’ve decided to tell the story from the point of view from both Steve and the Reader. Tell the both sides of the story. The main villain is being introduced gradually. I’m referring to her as “Mistress” for now. Other characters will also be introduced as the story progresses, one an OFC.

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(FLASHBACK 1st date)

The afternoon session was a grueling workout. Hand to hand combat training was intense. Thankfully you had martial arts training in the past so you were used to the tactics and speed. Still it was painful. Getting kicked in the stomach several times and getting your legs swept out from underneath you had you on guard. Captain America evaluated everyone, making notes on what each agent needed more training with. The “asshole” Peter tried to punch you in the face. Steve came up behind him and threw him against the wall. “Never leave your back open, you could get killed.” Peter was taken aback. Part of you was shocked Steve did that but you were happy he did. Peter was arrogant enough to think he was perfect. Steve knocked his arrogance down a peg or two. “Alright everyone, that’s enough for today. 4 hours is enough.”

Leaving the locker room, you are anxious to go home. Tired and sore, you make your way to your car. “Excuse me, (Y/N)?” You jump and spin around to see Steve behind you. “Holy crap you scared me!” “Sorry, didn’t mean to.” “Yes?” “How did you make out today?” “Ok, I guess, sore & tired” you smile. “Too tired for dinner?” “Ummm, no” – you blush. “How about 8:00? I’ll pick you up” “Sure, I’ll be ready.” “I’ll see you then.” Steve walked away smiling.

You turn and get inside your car, waiting for Steve to walk away out of sight. “What the hell just happened?” He asked you out! Dinner? You rush home as fast as you legally drive!

You sighed. “What do I wear?” “Where are we going?” “Why did he ask me out?” Butterflies were in your stomach.

After showering, you put your make-up on and you put your hair done up in a fancy bun. You open your closet door. You must have tried on every outfit you have at least twice.

Finally selecting a not too extravagant black little dress; simple but elegant. You look at the clock, 7:55, you were nervous and shaking. One of America’s greatest heroes, who was not bad looking by the way, was on his way to pick you up. “Why me?”

Falling into a daydream, a knock at the door makes you come to your senses. Trying not to show your nervousness, you answer the door to find Steve standing in jeans, leather jacket, crisp white shirt, holding a bouquet of purple roses. You realize your overdress. “Hi Steve.” “Wow, you look great.” You blush. “I’m overdressed huh.” “Well, we are going to dinner on my bike so yea I think so.” He smiles. “ok, brb”

You run back to your bedroom grabbing a pink blouse and jeans. You let your hair down; the helmet wouldn’t fit over your up-do. You pause, looking into the mirror. You try to calm yourself, counting to 30. You head back to the door. “Ok, ready.” “Thank you for the flowers by the way. I love purple roses. They’re my favorite.” “I know.” Steve blushes. (He blushes too!)

Going out of the front doors of your apartment building, you and Steve ride on his Harley. Arriving at the restaurant which was a casual diner, you and Steve enjoyed light hearted conversation and “Home-cooked Meal” as he put it. (Meat and potatoes kind of place).

He suggests going for a walk on a nearby walking trail. Immediately after getting off the bike 🏍 he quickly takes your hand. You blush. His hand is strong as he holds you with a firm grip. Almost afraid to let go. You both walk for quite a while. Talking about this & that. His life since coming out of the ice. He wants to know about you. You tell him of the heartbreak you suffered as a child. Losing your parents at an early age, thankfully your grandmother took you in. She was a cop 👮‍♀️. You admired her strength so you decided to be one to, except your a SHIELD agent now. Steve realizes you both are have gone through a hard life. He holds your hand tighter. His eyes show love and compassion. He smiles at you. “Dessert? Ice cream?” You nod. You and Steve go for a drive around town, stopping at an ice cream shack near the bus station, not far from the city center. “Are you enjoying yourself? You’re awful quiet now.” – (Steve) “Yes.” you smile. “I guess I’m nervous.” “About what?” You didn’t want to tell him the truth that you were nervous about the date so you made something up. “My first mission.” “You and the other recruits are almost finished your required training. Hopefully soon you’ll be out in the field soon. The 2 weeks are almost up.” “How are we doing?” “Umm… not bad, but I think you’ll do ok.” He smiles. Steve looks at his watch, “Time to go, I have a mission briefing in the morning.” You nod, too nervous to say anything else. The ride back to your apartment went by way too fast. Having your arms around Steve felt like you belonged there. Getting off the bike, you turn to Steve. “Thank you for dinner.” “Your welcome, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stops, reaches for your chin and lightly kisses you. You blush as Steve rides off into the night. “Wonder how tomorrow will go?” you sigh. You walk into your apartment and plop down on the bed. You can’t believe what happened. He kissed you. You had a hard time to fall asleep wondering what will happen next.

Steve drove away as happy as he could be. He kissed you. It was a start. His heart started to feel alive again. He didn’t expect to fall in love after Peggy. He tried dating but most women weren’t his type or they just wanted to be with “Captain America”. He thought you were special to capture his heart. He didn’t want to scare you so he ended the night.

In fact he lied about the meeting. He knew if you were in presence any longer, he would take you home with him. He wanted you in his arms tonight, crushing you beneath him in his bed moaning his name as he fucked you senseless over and over again. Never wanting to let you go or let you out of his bed. His lust and desire for you matched the hardness in his jeans. He’ll satisfy himself when he gets home. He sighed. He told himself to be patient. That first day you met, he noticed there was something special about you; your smile. It was warm and inviting which matched your soul. He fell in love with you fast, head over heels so to speak. He’d hope you’d fall in love with him. He wanted to take it slow but he was scared someone else would try to date you instead. He did the same thing as you; he had a hard time to fall asleep wondering what will happen next.

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theycallmebecca · 5 years

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Drabble Prompts

Editing to say that I’ve named this collection: Stay Home, Read Drabbles!

I’ve been going back and forth about this for a couple days, but you know what... let’s do this shit! Send me some prompts and I’ll write some drabbles.

So under the cut, you guys will find prompts that I’ve taken from various lists that I’ve reblogged on my @justwritinginspo blog. If none of them catch your fancy, you can submit a quote of your own. (Keep in mind, I don’t do angst well, but I Marvel in sweet and fluffy... oh and puns...)

Please only request one prompt.

All requests must be sent via an ASK with your preferred pairing from the list below.

Chris Evans x reader

Frank Adler x reader

Steve Rogers x reader

I’m also willing to write stuff for my Chris Evans x OFC pairings

Chris Evans x Ellie (Chris & Ellie Series)

Chris Evans x Nikki (Adventures in Parenting)

Chris Evans x Wren (Imperfectly Perfect)

As always, if a request is too similar to something I’ve already written, I might have to change a few things up and/or ask you to submit a new request.

I’ll cross out the prompts as I receive requests for them.

1. "Can we make cake? I like cake."

2. "I’m the pun-master, you’ll miss me when I’m gone."

3. "Why date when you can spend the night with me watching shitty TV and drinking."

4. "I had a thought.""Oh no…""I swear it’s a good one this time!"

5 ."…Why are your hands purple?"

6. "So I noticed you’re naked. Is that intentional…or..?"

7. "You’re still here. And you’re making….pancakes."

8. "I’m gonna say this and hope you forget it in the morning."

9. "Remember when you thought you were in love with me?"

10. "We don’t need anymore damn candles."

11. "Do you ever follow directions?"

12. "Alright. How drunk was I?"

13. "Why are you awake right now?"

14. "Have you seen my hoodie?""Noo.""You’re wearing it, aren’t you?"

15. "Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?"

16. "Am I your lockscreen?""You weren’t supposed to see that."

17. "Quit touching me, your feet are cold!"

18. "Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!"

19. "There’s a snow storm. I guess we’re stuck in here together till it passes."

20. "What’s that?""It’s dinner.""What it is, is burnt.""Is Dominos still open?"

21. "Lets have a baby."

22. "Want to head back to my place and have a little fun?"

23. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

24. "Of course we’re best friends. No one else would put up with our shenanigans."

25. "Are you just going to keep walking by my house or are you going to come in?"

26. "Where are your clothes?"

27. “Come dance with me.”

28. “I cannot handle all these muscles.”

29. “Do that again and you’ll regret it.”

30. “Hear me out: a marriage pact.”

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spacehologramcollection · 5 years

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Request; Kombat Kast proposing to their S/O

Some fluffy goodness for everyone to warm their hearts. Before I write some horrific smut that dashes everyone’s hopes I’m off my bullshit. Some pure fluff, tooth rotting fluff actually, you better phone your dentist it’s that sweet. There’s a cut half way down, but not because of smut! Just because these are like a page long each. This is FUCKING long post. It took me three hours to write, because I had to make four cups of tea as well. If you want more people adding, please tell me and I can do a Part two; Electric boogaloo. GIFS are not mine and do not belong to me.

Kuai Liang/ Sub Zero;

· He plans it down to the last little detail. He is a perfectionist and likes everything to be organised. He would have a secret binder dedicated to the planning of it. Kept in between his ‘Shit to say to Bi-Han when I see him’ and ‘Ice Puns’ binders.

· He wants it to be special and perfect and will know exactly what you want. He listens, cares and is attentive. So, he’s going to know you on a pretty intimate level. The only thing he doesn’t want to do, is a massive public proposal, he’s not going to confess his love for you. When half of the Special Forces unit is behind him. He could not cope and it’s too much for him. So intimate and just the two of you. But he will make it dam special.

· He doesn’t act nervous at all. But he’s dying and struggling on the inside. He’s just good at keeping face and acting like it doesn’t bother him. But he’s nervous on the inside.

· He’ll be ringing his hands a little beforehand, he’ll be smiling a little more than usual as well. He won’t be giving you any hints however. That’s all a secret he doesn’t want to ruin.

· He’ll take you outside the Temple, far from prying eyes and anyone who could potentially ruin the moment. All under the guise he wants to go for a walk. He’ll have brought a thermal flask full of tea and a blanket for you in case you get cold. He will let you wear one of his coats, he doesn’t understand why he has them anyway.

· He’ll bring you to a secluded location, which is atop a Geiser and has a natural hot spring bath. He’ll honestly ask if you fancy taking a swim with him. He’s already preparing to jump in, tits out and prepared for what must be a normal temperature for him. He reassures you it’ll be warm.

· After you’re both in, he ends up dragging you over to him, letting you sit on his lap whilst he sits on one of the ledges. He’ll be kissing your neck ever so softly. Playing with your hair and whispering in your ear.

· Don’t expect him to get on one knee because that was never going to happen. He’ll bring up instead how Sareena asked about you joining the Lin Kuei. At first, you’ll be thinking you’ve been dragged all the way here, to talk about you dressing like a ninja, but not being a ninja, but kind of like one. But they aren’t Ninjas. God they aren’t Ninjas, don’t call them Ninjas. They fucking are.

· He’ll then go on and on about what he loves about you, your honour, integrity, your kindness, your eyes all of that jazz. He gets really cuddly and his breathing becomes a bit staggered, he starts coughing a little (In game he coughs ice and that’s actually cute as fuck) as his throat dries up.

· It ends up coming up as; ‘There’s no position for you to join as a member… but there is the position as Wife of the Grandmaster’ God that sounds awful and he cringes internally. He’s just asked you so formally, as if there was a fucking form for you to fill in. It’s sort of sweet and extremely formal. But would It be any other way?

· If you say yes (Which OFC you will because it’s fucking Sub Zero and he’s precious) he’ll give you his Grandmothers ring. His Grandfather gave it to him. Because he was totally his Grandfathers favourite, because he’s not a little edgy shit lord.

Kabal;

· Both pre and post burn, expect something wild, unexpected and totally lush. He puts a fair bit of thought into it. And it will always be personal and the two of you.

· He’ll have a brainstorming session with Erron and Kano. Which ends with Erron offering to marry you instead of Kabal. He’s not happy with that and frowns like fuck. Kano is of no fucking use at all. He’s not the king of romance. He ends up getting an idea from him though.

· Kabal hates the cold and loves to be warm. So, he’d aim to propose to you somewhere warm. Will book you plane tickets to go to the Land down Under itself, specifically Tasmania. Thank you, Kano and your accent, (your only redeeming quality) Won’t tell you he got the idea from him.

· He’ll offer to take you on a hike, ending in some late-night camping and maybe a few drinks.

· Fun fact about Kabal, for someone who can run really fast and is speed, he is a bit lazy and hates hiking. Walking is boring and its stupidly hot.

· Papa is out of shape, in this weather and just walking. He want to sprint to the top but he doesn’t want to leave you. He offers to give you a piggyback to the top, but he knows how dizzy and sick it makes you. You cannot throw up now. He’s planned the perfect night.

· Wishes he’d opted for the other equator, but he’s committed to it now.

· After you climb to a high place, set up camp and open a few cold ones, he’ll wait till its dark and slowly pray its going to happen.

· Fuck the Northern Lights, have you ever seen the Southern Lights? Because you sure have. All the purples and pinks blend together, and its amazing to watch as you’re both laid back on a blanket. His arm is around your waist, your head is on his chest and you’re both so amazed.

· He ends up asking you to grab him another beer. He’s placed the ring around the neck of a bottle (He had no idea what to do with this part) when you turn around he’s just knelt there. “I feel like a bit of a tit now… but…” What he says next will depend on if he’s pre or post burn.

· Pre-Burn’; Talking about your life together so far. How you put up with his jokes, him leaving his hook swords on the table. How you both have trashy music tastes, how you both sing and scream drunk together and how he loves you. And couldn’t think of any other person he’d want to spend the remainder of his life with. Post-Burn; It’s a lot more intimate and real. He talks about how he knew you’d never leave him after his accident. But how he always feared it happening because he felt like a monster. But you showed him he wasn’t like that and brought him back from the brink. He’ll also go on about how you complete him, and he will never meet another like you.

· The ring is exactly what you want. He’s been paying attention to what you’ve been looking at, will make sure he buys you jewellery for Christmas or your Birthday, so he has the ring size, style and all that sorted. It’s something that’s personal and intimate. He made sure you’d love it. What a good egg.

Scorpion/ Hanzo Hasashi;

· The decision to propose to you tore him up a lot. He’d meditate and think about it a lot. Like how could he move on from his wife? In the end Kuai ends up helping him through the emotions. Talking about how the past should be left, he’s been reborn with a new chance in life. And how he’s avenged her, and everything is once more at peace. This eases him… that and he asks for advice, it was a lot simpler the first time he proposed and was very traditional. Sub is lost and just smiles awkwardly. He’s not a wise man when it comes to others personal lives. He barely has control over his own.

· He ends up opting for what he knows and goes down the traditional route. He ends up wanting to meet your family. If you have a father he’ll totally ask permission, because tradition, if you don’t he’ll ask your mothers. Its traditional and its just the way he would be. He’s not asking their permission for your hand, because you’re your own person, it’s more a sign of respect. And he likes to respect people. He doesn’t want to be pissing anyone off either. He’s trying to maintain and keep peace not cause more drama. He’s had enough of that shit for a lifetime.

· He’ll plan it down to every little detail. Everything is going to be perfect and exactly like he planned. God help anyone who messes with his plan. Grandmaster Grumpy face will fucking rage. Someone knocked over the vase he carefully placed to add to the aesthetic, they better clean it up before he sees it.

· He’ll make sure to get you a decent ring. He’ll spend a lifetime trying to pick one out. It has to perfect for you. In the end he opts to get it custom made and he’ll be involved in the process. It’s a little bit more special and personal that way. Gets it engraved with the date he’s planning to propose.

· The day is just a normal one for you. He’s walking with you and asking if you would fancy a walk in the Fire Garden. Nothing out of the ordinary. Only, other members see him coming and flee the fucking scene. Practising those ninja skills of making themselves scarce quickly and silently. Hanzo is so proud and grateful.

· You’ll end up stopping on the bridge, overlooking the little stream, all the petals are falling, and everything is looking fucking magical. It’s all going to plan.

· So why is he nervous? The plan is going off without a hitch, he’s done this before and never struggled. His throat will feel dry, you look so perfect surrounded by all the petals.

· Will end up monologing about some ancient history of the garden. He’s trying to buy himself time. His fingers are running over the ring in his pocket, because he keeps thinking he’s lost it every five minutes.

· He ends up taking the plunge, talking about how you’ve had the patience of a saint with him, and how you complete him. How he never thought he could love again or move on but you’ve made him see he was wrong. He’ll talk about how you’ve always discussed the future as if it was far away, when in actual fact, it’s here and now.

· He would get on one knee and ask you. He’s a sucker for tradition and its all good. Its so sweet and personal and just the two of you.

· Takeda isn’t hiding in the fucking foliage spying and being a nosy… he 110% is because he made this happen, he set you up and look what’s happening. Maybe now Hanzo will stop riding everyone’s arse and be happy for five minutes… he’s still going to be a grouch and he knows it. But as long as he’s happy with you its all cool.

Johnny Cage;

· He’ll either want something extremely flashy, out there and lavish. Or something a bit more private. It’ll depend on what stage of his career he’s in. If he’s still living large, straight after his divorce. Prepare to be hounded by the paparazzi.

· Would ask you to marry him at one of his movie premiers. In front of everyone. It’s ridiculously OTT, extravagant and just too much.

· The ring would put a Kardashian rock to fucking shame. It’s too much and way too gawdy and over the top. He’ll make a massive show out of it and make it a big event. LIVESTREAMED everywhere. Live tweeted. You’re like the last to know about it, but not in a good way.

· If he was to do it when he’s older and more mature, it’ll be a lot less tame but still extravagant.

· He’d totally ask Cassie for permission. Like making sure she’s fine with him re-marrying. She just wants her dad to be happy and loves you so it’s all good. She wants to be maid of honour and will not settle for flower girl.

· She helps him plan it, because she knows you well and will totally be trying to calm her dad out. Because she does not want a movie quote to be the proposing line. She’ll make sure it’s chill and to your liking.

· Fancy dinner, you’ve been pampered the day before, your nails are done, hair is on point and you are decked in some fine clothes.

· He’ll be reminiscing about some of your old adventures, and just generally making a joke out of most things.

· He’ll be all chilled and listening to you one minute, and then BAM, he’s like ‘What if you were to become Hollywood royalty… by marrying me?’ He wants to stress that you’ll be marrying him if you say yes.

· There’s a photographer, a string quartet and everyone is looking at you. All wooing and gushing over how romantic it seems.

· If you say yes, what fans he does have, will be seething he’s getting married. Take joy in that.

Raiden; (BOOM some Thunder God. Thirsty Thunder fans, this is for you)

· Okay. So, he’s a God, basically spent a lifetime on Earthrealm and that gets kind of lonely. I mean he’s got Windy Boy to keep him company, but like, not on an intimate level you both have.

· He hears about marriage, he knows it’s a custom that both Earthrealm and other realms share, but it’s always intrigued him. Bonding for life seems so sweet to him. Like the majestic Swan, the adorable penguin, and the beaver (That’s a free fact, take it and do what you will with it)

· Would honestly Consult the Elder Gods to ask for their advice, like if he can marry a mortal, like how would it work? Would you be granted a longer life span, could he prolong it? There’s a lot of kinks to work out in this plan.

· He loves you a lot. So much so he wants to spend the rest of his life with you… even though he knows that may not be possible. He wants to make sure you’re safe, protected and loved for as long as he can possibly do it.

· He’s never felt anything like the feelings he feels for you. That’s a sure-fire sign that it’s meant to be.

· He’ll try and plan a proposal but it’s not really a proposal. It’s more an offer. He’s offering himself to you, so he can be with you for as long as possible. He doesn’t want to ever let you go and wants to make every moment count with you.

· He’s got to keep his loyalty to the realm, not matter how much he loves you, he has his honour and duty to do. So, he cannot forsake his God-hood and immortality.

· He will promise to keep trying to find a way to keep you alive, so he can spend the next millennia with you.

· He would also rather live one lifetime with you than have gone a thousand without ever knowing you.

Erron Black;

· Man has he lived a long life. He’s been with some crazy women, most of them obsessed with blood too. But he feels its time to settle down, before he lives his last square dance.

· He can see him marrying you, having a happy family life with you. You get him and get his life, you’ve done nothing but go with the flow and never have complained about his erratic schedule.

· Kotal promised him rewards for serving him, he’s not asked for much, a roof over his head and some whisky. But now he’s calling in all the favours and cashing in all his fucking chips. Papa wants to get married and have an easier life. He’s getting too old for this shit.

· Asks for a superb ring, one that’s befitting of his Princess. If there’s none available, Kano owes him a favour. If not, he covered a fair amount of Kabal’s work, so he owes him big time. Either way, you’re getting a fucking nice ring, gods be damned.

· He doesn’t really plan anything too special, he’s not going to go OTT and scream his eternal love for you from the rooftops.

· He’ll wait till its just the two of you, drinking in the Dining hall, having a bit of a laugh and a giggle. Playing a bit of a drinking game, Never have I ever, you gotta drink if you’ve never.

· He’s in love with watching you drink for nearly everything, because you’re a lot more innocent than he is. Not that hard.

· He finally says, “Never have I ever thought about marryin someone in this room” you’ll actually pause and both drink at the same time. You’ll both laugh, you think he’s taking the piss, before actually pulls the ring out and drops to one knee.

· Will apologise for not actually doing this properly, asking your father wasn’t going to happen, because you’re your own person and hell naw, he doesn’t give a shit what another man thinks. It’s what you think.

· The ring is fucking beautiful.

Kotal Kahn; (I tried searching for more info on Osh Tekk culture but came up with nothing, so here we go, this is my interpretation of Outworld and Osh Tekk marriage proposals)

· Every good Emperor needs a good Empress to sit by their side. He sees that in you. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be with you.

· Your proposal would come very quickly. It feels wrong him being with you and not being married. It gives the impression you’re a consort and nothing more. He isn’t like that. You’re a kind person, strong, dedicated and loyal. You deserve the status of his queen and nothing less.

· He’s going to be traditional with his Osh Tekk culture and he will try and be traditional with yours. He’s not sure what Earthrealmers do, but Erron briefly briefed him on the logistics. He’s pretty sure nobody asks for their fathers’ hands anymore. Kotal is not doing that. You are your own person, he will prove he is worthy of your hand.

· There’s a big event at the Coliseum. Kotal is actually competing which is a massive surprise. You get to sit in the highest box, best seat, whatever wine you want. He’s actually on top of his fucking game. Making it look easy!

· He’ll turn to face you and go on about how every Emperor needs an Empress, one to keep him grounded, and one that cares about their people. He thinks the title befits you and would be honoured to take you for his wife.

· If you agree, he’ll ask if anyone wants to challenge him for your hand in marriage. If anyone thinks he’s not worthy or disagrees with the nuptials. Nobody would fucking dare to, not after that performance earlier.

· You’re his Queen and you’re treat like a Queen. You have always been his Empress and its time to make it Official.

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official-tabletop20 · 4 years

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The DM and PCs

Name: DM

Alignment: true neutral

Race: God

Eyes: hazel

Class: everything cause I'm the DM

Wears: Black Cloak and a mind flayer mask

Holding a small mimic chest

Arlox is a 5'6" red-skinned tiefling wizard. He has yellow eyes, swept back horns, and purple hoop earrings in his cowlike ears. His short, spiked hair is silver, and he's got a slight beard. He wears a maroon shirt that falls off the shoulders under a hooded blue jacket, along with bottle-green baggy pants and purple cloth shoes. He carries a large metal staff of a rose-gold color topped with a pale pink crystal. He carries his equipment, including his spellbook, in a large, fancy backpack. He's quite fidgety and tends to hold himself without confidence, until he steps onto the stage. After leaving his foster parents due to his abusive adoptive father, he became a traveling entertainer, learning to play the lute while preforming spells. Essentially, he's a stage magician and musician, traveling from town to town with his boyfriend and assistant, Vresh.

Vresh is a changeling rogue who tends to look like a 6′2″ purple-skinned Aasimar, buff, ofc. His eyes tend to change colors based on his emotions and usually has jet-black hair. He either wears a nice suit or the outfit of a thief, when he’s not performing in a specific look and persona. He carries around daggers and whatever he can in case he ever 1) needs something to get into a pickle or 2) needs quick cash. He carries his stuff in a basic basic backpack to try to keep a lower profile. He’s fairly paranoid and protective about those he cares about, especially when doing something dramatic, despite his flair for drama. After leaving his supportive home, he became a thief/killer-for-hire, taking what he needed to make money and stay alive. Eventually, about five years ago, he found Arlox and immediately got attached, so he stuck around and became Arlox’s stage assistant, making “teleportation” tricks work quite well due to his shapeshifting abilities. He travels with his boyfriend Arlox.

Name: Malgam Ausblenden Galloway

Alignment: Lawful Good

Race: Tabaxi (White)

Eyes: Green

Class: Cleric of the Forge domain

Worships: The DM

Background: German

Occupation: Town Blacksmith

Wears: Grey Crusader tunic with purple accents White belt Black boots and pants

Fun fact: he would rather be left alone.

Nill is a tiny bit over 4ft, I'd say 4,3ft tall He's quite nimble tho Here's the thing you can't see any off his skin, hair, etc, cuz he "ugly" He's wearing a Dark purple cloak with white highlights, it goes down to a little past the knees, very basic design. He's wearing leather armor underneath the cloak His cloak is also a tad dirty His mask is very basic in design as well, round mask with just eye holes. Just black behind the holes for designs sake He has black gloves and black boots. Also he wears light grey pants There’s also a few leather pouches at his waist But most notably, is a sheath that's quite detailed, made from obsidian, with silver highlights, and what seemed to be magic runes engraved on it. Like I said, It's quite detailed, it's odd to see something like this on a person like Nill Also the sword handle is made from silver, with a black gem encrusted in it, can't remember that name of the placement but it's at the part of the handle right next to where the blade starts. He also carries a simple wooden shield. Oh and one last thing, he has a necklace with the symbol of the moonweaver on it.

Ender is a human 8ft tall with farmer clothes on and a blue trident with black wing markings that reach to his torso and arms, his skin pale white and his eye light blue as vast as the sea

Uglug is a 6'3" Half-Orc with Olive Green skin and short brown hair. He got dirty clothes but he takes care of his Greataxe. Personality-wise he is the himbo of the team. An absolute buffoon but just wants to make friends and have brunch with them. Oh and he can't read.

Here’s a photo of Scilence, a kenku great old one warlock.

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izzyfandoms · 5 years

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Chosen - Chapter Five

(This is a Gender-Swapped Sanders Sides high school au)

SUMMARY: Logan Berry, Dee Ceite, Patricia Foster, Virginia Picani and Regina and Rena Prince are all 16-year-old high school students. They live relatively normal lives, with ordinary lessons and ordinary crushes and ordinary families, until one day a monster shows up and attacks them after class, and everything suddenly changes.

SHIPS: Moxiety, Logince, Dukeceit

WARNINGS: Sympathetic Remus, Sympathetic Deceit, swearing, siblings arguing, sexual implications

GENERAL TAGLIST: @quillfics42 @ajdraws0430 @phantomofthesanderssides @creativity-killed-thekitten @phlying-squirrel @sly-is-my-name-loving-is-my-game

CHOSEN TAGLIST: @coasting-on-a-wave-of-apathy @littlestr @whispers-stuff-in-your-ear

Masterpost

FIRST CHAPTER | PREVIOUS CHAPTER

“And then Regina was like ‘what? I don’t have a crush on Logan!’ which is super silly ‘cos they’re so obvious and she’s told me that she likes Lo so many times!” Patricia rambled on.

“Mmm,” Virginia hummed in agreement; she was painting Patricia’s nails with a pretty, dark purple nail polish. “It is pretty silly.”

It was Sunday, and they were currently at Virge’s house, in her room, sat together on her bed.

“Yeah!” Patricia blew a raspberry.

Virge tapped her girlfriend’s knee. “Stop moving, you’re gonna mess up your nails.”

“Oh, sorry, honey!” Pat stopped moving. “Anyway, Logan totally likes her back, right? I mean, she’s basically told us. And Dee and Rena, too! They’re super-duper in love, I just wanna take their faces and smush them together until they get married and live happily ever after!”

“As entertaining as that would be,” Virge said, finishing Patricia’s left hand and moved to the right one. “We shouldn’t meddle. Let them deal with their own shit.”

Patricia tutted lightly. “Language.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Virge said. She examined her own nails – pastel blue, painted by Pat earlier – double checking that they hadn’t been damaged, though they were already dry. “You know I’m right, though. You’re always telling me not to interfere, no matter how often I want to tell them. They’ll figure it out on their own.”

Pat sighed. “Yeah, I know.” She then giggled. “Doesn’t mean we can’t still complain, though.”

Virginia hummed in agreement again, and the two sat in comfortable silence for almost a minute, as Virge finished painting Pat’s nails. Once she was done, the pigtailed girl looked over her hands appreciatively.

“Yay! Now my nails are your favourite colour and your nails are mine! It’s perfect!” Patricia giggled, beaming.

Her girlfriend gave her a small smile. “You’re adorable.”

Patricia giggled again, softly, a light blush on her cheeks. She leant forward, careful not to smudge either of their nails, pressing a kiss to the tip of her girlfriend’s nose. Virge waited a few moments, watching her girlfriend adoringly, before she pounced, the shorter girl falling back on the bed, the taller almost on top of her.

Pat spluttered with laughter as Virginia tickled her sides, the purple-haired girl grinning mischievously as she did so.

“Ah, Virge!” Patricia exclaimed between laughter. “You’re gonna- you're gonna make me mess up my nail polish!”

Virginia finally stopped the onslaught of tickling, pushing herself up so she was hovering over her girlfriend, and shaking her head to get her hair out of her eyes.

Patricia wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s neck, pulling her down to kiss her properly and closing her eyes.

Virge kissed her back eagerly, her hands at her girlfriend’s waist. Pat’s lips were soft, as usual, and tasted vaguely sweet, like strawberries – she switched up the flavour regularly, so it was always a bit of a surprise. Virge’s lips, by contrast, were always slightly chapped, as she tended to chew them when she was especially anxious, but, in Patricia’s opinion, that didn’t make kissing her any less enjoyable.

“Ewwwwww!”

The two teenagers pulled apart immediately, their heads turning sharply to face the door, which was now open. Virginia’s eleven-year-old sister, Anne, was standing in the doorway, making a grossed-out face. She was wearing one of her sister’s old black-and-grey hoodies, and she had eyeshadow smudged under both eyes – she'd never admit it, but she was absolutely copying her older sister’s style.

“Get out my room!” Virge screeched, turning red. She sat up and grabbed one of her pillows, chucking it at her sister.

Anne dodged the purple projectile and ran off, laughing. “Mom, Virge and Pat are kissing again!”

“Leave them alone, Dear,” Emily half-scolded from across the hallway, though she was still smiling pleasantly. This was honestly the harshest she ever got with her daughters. She walked up to Virginia’s bedroom door and gave the two blushing teens a slightly apologetic smile. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” She teased, shutting the door.

“Mom!” Virge whined, before turning back to her girlfriend. “I’m sorry my sister’s such a brat.”

Patricia poked her shoulder teasingly. “Don’t be mean.”

Virge rolled her eyes, but pressed a reassuring kiss to her girlfriend’s forehead. “I’m not being mean; this is just what it’s like having a sister. Ask Regina or Rena, I’m sure they’d agree.”

Pat pouted a little at that. “I wish I had a sister. You’ve got Anne, and you’ll probably have Dee, too, soon.”

“You can bond with Logan about it, I guess,” Virginia shrugged.

The pigtailed girl gasped, her eyes brightening. “Logan can be my sister, then!” She pulled out her phone, careful not to mes sup her nail . “I’m gonna go tell her, right now.”

CATS

Patricia

Logan!!!!!!

Logan!!!!!!!!!!

Logan!!!!

Logan!!!!!!

Logan!!!!!!!!!!

Lo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dee

I should’ve muted this chat.

Logan

Patricia, you now have my attention.

Patricia

Logan!

Your my sister now!!!!!!

Logan

*You’re.

Also, what?

We do not share any parental figures; how can we be sisters?

Regina

God ofc you use perfect grammar in texts ilysm

Logan

What do ‘ofc’ and ‘ilysm’ mean?

Rena

it means she wants to fusdjjkfhfjshfkldjfdkshfjdhfdjfhsdkhfksdlfhsdfh

Virginia

oops guess renas been murdered

Logan

What?

Dee

Ignore her

Regina probably just tackled her

Regina

ur right!!!!!!!!!!!

gina did take my phone!!!!!!!

but I took hers and now im locked in the bathroom!!!!!!!!

i can say whateva i like!!!!!!!

REGINA IS TYPING

Dee

Oh dear

REGINA HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM ‘CATS’

RENA HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM ‘CATS’

Virginia

using my admin powers for good

“Virge!” Patricia exclaimed, poking her girlfriend’s shoulder disapprovingly.

“What?” Virginia shrugged. “Do you want to hear everything Rena has to say about what Regina and Logan wanna do with each other?”

Pat wrinkled her nose uncomfortably. “Well, no... but it’s mean to remove them!”

“Fine,” Virge sighed. “But if Rena starts talking about sex, I’m going to remove her again.”

PATRICIA HAS ADDED REGINA TO ‘CATS’

PATRICIA HAS ADDED RENA TO ‘CATS’

Virginia

rena if you talk about anything inappropriate from either your phone or reginas im blocking both of you

Regina

I finally got my phone back!

And I agree

Pls don’t do that

Rena

what counts as inappropriate tho

Virginia

anything that would upset pat

Rena

boo!

boring

“I’m going to fight her.”

“Honey, please don’t.”

Logan

Patricia, what was it you were trying to tell me at the start? Your statement about us being sisters was factually (and grammatically) incorrect.

Patricia

Were the only people on the chat without sisters!!!!! That means we should be sisters now so were not alone!!!!!

Logan

*We’re and *we’re.

And that does not make sense.

Besides, Dee doesn’t have any siblings, either.

Patricia

She and Virge are gonna be sisters soon right!!!!!!!

And youre my sister now sorry I dont make the rules!!!!!

Logan

*You’re and *don’t.

You were the one who made this chat. You do, literally, make the rules.

Virginia

(just go with it)

There was almost a minute of no texting, though everyone appeared to still be online, and Patricia shifted closed to her girlfriend in the interim, practically seating herself in the taller girl’s lap. Finally, Logan started typing again.

Logan

Fine.

Patricia

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m going to spam you with heart emojis now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Logan

Please, don’t.

Patricia

Okay I won’t!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dee

I hate to interrupt

But my mom just got a message from Remy

Apparently, she and her parents are inviting us (and Mr Thomas) and any of our parents who know about the monster shit (her words not mine) to this fancy party at her place next Saturday . We need to dress kinda fancy, like dresses or fancy shirts and trousers, as it’s like tradition or something to hold these parties for each generation of chosen ones

Mom says she can tell any of your parents who don’t know the truth that you’re all at my house

But she also recommends you tell your parents whats actually going on

Virginia

ew party

Rena

ew telling dad the truth about the monsters

Logan

I didn’t think you were one to shy away from the truth, Rena. Wouldn’t it be easier to be honest with your father?

Rena

normally i wouldnt care

but if dad finds out about all this he could get all protective and shit and try to stop us from fighting monsters and all that other ‘dangerous’ stuff

Regina

Ugh, I can’t believe I acc agree with u

Patricia

Im still tryna figure out how to tell my moms!!!!!!!

I might ask Miss Emily to help me but idk

Virginia

she would she loves u

Regina

Wait lol pat arent you at virges house rn why r u texting

Patricia

Because I love all of you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RENA IS TYPING

Regina

Before you speak

Is it appropriate?

Rena

Virginia

then dont

Rena

Virginia

dee can u get ur mom to text my mom the details

Logan

Mine, too, please.

Dee

Sure

Regina

Me and rena will have to ask dad later hes busy rehearsing lines rn

Rena

acc hes probs just txting the dude he went out with yesterday lmao

he wont tell us anything bout it and got kinda awkward when we asked bout the guy he went out with

so im assuming they fucked

Regina

I hate you so much

Stop saying that

Fight me

One day Im acc going to fight you and it is going to be brutal

Rena

i will win

Patricia

Hey now!!!!!!!

No fighting!!!!!!!!!!!!

“This won’t end well,” Virge said dryly, rolling her eyes.

Patricia hummed quietly in agreement, her brow creased. “I wish they wouldn’t argue so much, it makes me sad.”

Her girlfriend opened her mouth to respond, but she was cut off by the bedroom door opening again. They both turned and watched as Emily stepped inside, giving them a smile.

“Patricia, your moms are here.”

“Oh, okay!” Patricia pocketed her phone and wiggled out of her girlfriend’s lap, jumping up and stretching. She took a step in the direction of the door, before pausing. She glanced up at her girlfriend’s mom with a slightly sheepish look. “Um, do you think at some point you’d be able to help explain the chosen one stuff to my moms? I’d like to tell them, but I’m not sure they’d believe me straight away.”

Emily’s expression softened; she put her hand on Pat’s shoulder supportively. “Of course, dear. In fact, I’m having dinner with Harriet on Wednesday. Would you like me to tell her then?”

“Yes, please! That would be super helpful, thank you!” Patricia beamed. She then turned on her heel, back to her girlfriend, and leant forward to kiss her quickly. “Bye, Honey! I love you so much!”

“Love you, too, Pat,” Virge responded softly, a little embarrassed that her mom was there to witness this, but still smiling slightly.

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marveling-chrisevans · 5 years

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What if - The Premier

Chris Evans x OFC Chapter Three - 1468 words

Part One | Part Two

Warnings: None as of right now but won’t saying there will be none later. Summary: What if. What if you out of the blue and on an impulse applied for a contest, and what if you won that. What if you met someone who didn’t know you existed, and what if you asked them for a drink after. What if this impulse changed your entire life. ** note I didn’t win so I don’t know how all this would go down but this would be how I would have loved it to happen.. the first chapter completely happened.. the texts might not be the same. But it happened** Tag List: @smoothdogsgirl @torntaltos @patzammit – If you wanna be tagged just make a comment below and I am happy to do that or just DM me, whichever

Faith was a nervous wreck all day, she didn't show it much, She kept the course, she and rose did a little seeing of LA, before they headed back to the Hotel and started getting ready for the premier, of the decade worth of they're lives, they're childhood. The first movie came out well they were teens.. Seen every single one of them together since iron man one. Loved, lost. And were heart broken.

Faith looked at rose, who was working on braiding her long black hair "curly or straight?" She asked sticking her head out of the bathroom Rose gave her a look "your hair is naturally curly, go with that," she said honestly "it looks better that way, its more fun" she smirked at her friend. Faith nodded as she disappeared into the bathroom again and messed with her hair. When she walked out of the bathroom Faith was wearing a long navy dress with a red untoned skirt attached and light starts that you could only see when the red met the navy. The dress went over her shoulders and covered her breasts but had no sleeves and a deep V sort of situation. Her hair was down curled like Rose suggested. She was also wearing converse because girl was clumsy and didn't want to embarrass herself. Rose was in a form fitting black dress, floor length, which a mid calf slit in it. She had her long black hair braided. Both girls were not into make up, Rose just went with a simple mascara to make her brown eyes pop, and Faith did a little more, with filling in her brows, and putting some highlighter on as well as mascara, and a simple winged eyeliner. The two looked at each other "selfies before we get emotionally destroyed" Rose laughed as faith spoke "yes please need to remember how we slay" Rose said with a smile " also I love that dress where did you get it?" She wondered as the twos quick posted for a cute hotel selfie "uh well I found the fabric, and I had my aunt made it" Faith said as she spun round "alright lets get out of here, apparently the car id downstairs, and lets just note that we are so fancy we have a car.." Faith laughed slightly as the two walked down the hallway and the elevator out the door. The two got into a black SUV and buckled up "dude what are we famous or something now?" Rose looked around "damn, you should apply for more of these things" Rose said shoving faith "Ow!" She said as she hut the side of the car which was not because black in the sun of LA "shut up" Rose replied back as the driver drove them to the premier, and Faith snapped photos of them trying to look 'cool' in the back of this SUV. Of course the photos just turned out about them laughing. They got to the the carpet and it was purple. Faith looked around out of the window and the fans and everything around "oh my god is it to late to back out now?" Faith wondered as she started to play with her hands as it was a nervous tick she had "i am going to say yes" he said as they didn't make it all the way up to the entrance area, but someone got them out of the car and told them to try and keep up, and not to get lost, since it was happening at the LA convention Center, and the event was huge. Faith and Chris grabbed each other hands so they didn't loose each other in the madness and the route of thousands of people "okay so you are a few of the winners of the Omaze contest there are a few others over here, the winners from Mark and Benedict contest as well, you guys will have the opportunity to meet your stars, but they do have press and other commitments so, it might not be for a little bit, but they will make there way though this area, and then you will go from there. " the guy said before they walked away.

Faith looked at rose "well okay then" she said "do you think they would be like mad if we went and wondered? Or do you think we have handlers?" She asked as she looked around and grabbed rose as they walked back to where they had come from. Faith saw Chris Arrive with his family, She couldn't help but smile. A guy who has had so much success bringing his entire family and a ll his friends to a premier of a movie. She smiled as she stood off to the side as he smiled and hugged a few fans and producers and cast members as they arrived. Chris was overwhelmed. This was the last movie he was going to get to experience this with. As of right now his contract was over. He was avoiding interviews at all costs as he did not want to get emotional at any point. He knew that there was a contest winner standing some where. He and his family went over to the red carpet and did some quick poses before he had the people take them inside so they could do that instead of awkwardly stand around waiting for him to be done with his commitments. Rose had noticed Mackie, aka chocolate thunder thighs walked past them and she pulled Faith who smiled and looked at him as he walked inside "Mr. Tall dark and Chocolachino" Faith said as she followed him Rose as well as she giggled "did someone say my name" Mackie smiled and looked at the girls Rose smiled "yeah you and us will be best friends we will be sure of that" She smiled "im Rose, this is Faith, we are Chris Omaze winners, they put us in a corner, but no one puts baby in a corner" Anthony laughed "alright I already like you guys, come on you can hang with me till we run into Captain Small ass" he said as he linked arms with Rose as they walked along. They stood in the background well he interviewed Rose saw Sebastian being interviewed. She couldn't help but admire from a far, then all of a sudden Mackie jumped up on stage behind him and yelled " sexy SEA-BASS, whats up my man, look at you killing all the ladies in the blue suit. " he smirked as the two started to talk and laugh and all of that other stuff.

Chris was doing what he had to do, He saw a girl who was laughing out of the corner of his eye in a Navy dress, someone he didn't know or never met. He could hear her laugh and he couldn't help but smile as he watched this girl enjoy herself. One of the handlers came up to them "didn't I tell you guys to stay put?" He wondered "come on lets go back to the area for the winners" Faith looked at Anthony as he jumped off the stage "no I think we are good, this tall drink of thighs has taken us under his wing" Anthony nodded "don't worry Kurt I got them, they are harmless ill make sure they get back to where they need to be" he smirked "hey seabass come meet these girls I found wondering around" Sebastian walked over "you always finding the ladies" he smirked in a joking fashion, "im Sebastian its nice to meet you" he said as he held out his hand to shake the new faces hand Rose took the mans hand but unable to say her name "this is rose and I am Faith, apologize for her, winter solider happens to get her favorite hero, don't get her started. Trust me unless you want your ear talked off about how he is just a victim .." Faith teased as she got hit from Rose "ow" she said Anthony smiled "come on lets get you two back to wherever you came from" Faith looked at him 'well that would be my moms uterus I mean i might to big to go back to which I came" she smirked being sarcastic. Anthony gave her a look "okay you got a valid point right there, girl you got me." He smirked "Come on beautiful's lets go" Anthony linked both his arms with either girl and lead them back to where they needed to be "you don't wanna miss your chance to meet the man himself, we all will be headed in here soon, just stay for now ill come save you in a few" he smirked and then walked away.

#Chris Evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic #What if #Chris Evans x Original Female Character #Chris Evans Story

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