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[thehoundwrites]

Intoxicating

Sevika x Fem!Reader MINORS DNI

CW: NSFW, eating Sevika out, she calls herself momma, inexperienced reader, loving Sevika

Words: 1800+

Tagging: @nora-xox @colourfulkidglitter @midnightsk13s @witxhy-lexx @dumbdoll-420 @biphrogg @thebleccbird @lucky13les @petitepersephone

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You didn't know which part of her was more intoxicating, the way her large palms gripped your scalp, long rough fingers combing through the thick roots of your hair tugging the strands ever so slightly to guide your tongue along her curves. Bits of white cut at your vision while you drowned in her. One of those magnificent hands has connected to each side of your head pulling at your skin. With just enough force only to sting. Dull nails scratching into the back of your neck as she lets you work on her lips. Only allowed to suck, and lick and nip at her as she ordered. Her muscles tightened around her shoulders ready to pull you in further whenever she wants. 

You didn't know if it was the way her large body hung over you extruding copious amounts of heat and tension, it felt with the way she curled her back keeping you close to her heaving chest as your tongue lapped at her clit, fighting it's way through the thick hair that covered her skin. She mercilessly closed her legs around you, her thighs now pressed to your ears as she smothered you with her. 

Or maybe it was the way she'd coo at you, the way you could see the smirk without even needing to raise your eyes to look. The loving insults that fell out of her mouth like second nature. The love that could only be said with that arrogant tone of hers.

Maybe it the her eyes went dark, clouded over with lust when you tease her, when you're naked, or how those stormy grey eyes would linger on your lips when you pull yourself away for air. Her slick leaking down your chin as she had her fun with you..

Every so often she'd lean forward to kiss your sweaty forehead. Wiping away strands of hair that stuck to your face. 

"You said whatever I wanted, baby, don't you need a break?"

You'd answer but the palm of her hand shoved your tongue further inside of her pussy. She clearly didn't actually care if you needed one. She's always such a tease. You squint your eyes nodding, knowing she would keep teasing if you didn't answer her. 

"Aww c'mon baby, you can talk with your mouth full I won't judge" a snort behind her words as she lifted a hand away from you, however you weren't worried about it yet trying to satisfy your girlfriend. 

You couldn't, you could only mumble into her clit, your arms wrapped around her legs, nails scratching into the sides of her thighs as she squished you a bit more, strong calves pulling you closer. Her free hand lifted your bangs so she could see your eyes peek over the top of her. 

"Look at me" 

Yet no matter how much she teased, how meant she was, how cruel she could be, you obeyed. Your eyes fluttered open to see her staring at you, familiar grey eyes boring holes into your head. Heavy lidded as her smoky eyes had sweated a bit down her cheeks leaving stains along her perfectly scarred skin. 

"You look beautiful like this angel" 

Your eyes closed, lips wrapping around her clit as you sucked the sensitive bud , arms lifting to rub your palm against the muscles of her stomach. Her soft skin was scarred through and through, rough patches covered every other inch and you love ghosting your fingers memorizing each and every imperfection. 

"Fuck, youre so good baby"

Her hands combed through the front of your hair as she moved your head exactly how she wanted to, grinding her clit further and further into you, as your face paled. 

She was so intoxicating sometimes, like now. How you struggled to breath, how you'd fight away tears and the sting of asphyxiation to make your lover finish. 

"Make me cum" her thighs squeezed you more as you struggled to breath, excitement only was keeping you going, desperate to please her, your fingers unclenched her thigh moving inwards underneath the tongue that played with her clit. You inserted one finger, that made her groan, you felt her other hand reach your head once more, gripping your hair tight. 

"Just like that" she said, pushing you into her harshly. 

One finger had dipped just as easily as two. Your two fingers are lost inside her wetness. Fucking the spongey skin inside of her as full as you could, your fingers felt small. You felt almost inadequate. Like you couldn't please such a beautiful, powerful woman. 

But with the grunts escaping her, the way her limbs cut off your vision as her clit throbbed in your mouth proved otherwise. The tips of your buried digits scissored inside of her brushing the spot only slightly over and over pushing her. 

Breathy deep chested groans left her, your eyes peering up for only a minute. To see her sweaty body heaving above you, her neck thrown back as her hands and legs kept you in place, her tits bounced perfectly as she rubbed her clit into your face. 

When you added another finger it was all over, it sent her over the edge. Full moaning as you felt her cunt squeeze onto your fingers, her perfect nub convulsing in your lips as she came. 

Slews of curses fell out of the woman's mouth as she loosened her legs enough for you to breathe, her hand going to the bottom of your chin to lift your face up. Her fingers pressing into your cheeks. Only now could you feel how uncomfortably hard the floor was beneath your bones kneecaps. How cold and sticky you were, you wanted her back on you so bad. But you obeyed, you let her lift your head without resistance, eyes following to see your lover pant. 

Her cum was still dripping down your face, when she leaned forward to kiss you. Her warm hands found the sides of your face, her thumbs rubbing circles underneath your eyes on the sharps of your cheekbones. Her lips connected to yours as she pressed harder, her tongue swirling around your mouth to taste herself on you. 

"God you taste so good like this"

She sighed leaning back against the soft cushiony couch she sat on. Both of you butt naked. You began to lift yourself, the palms of your hands pushing against the tops of her thighs, before wrapping both thighs around hers, your clit brushing against the rough bush right below her stomach. 

"Hi baby" 

"Hey princess" 

She replied with her hand pulling at you waste, motioning you to rub your clit on whatever's closest, for now it was her chiseled abs. Her eyes watched the way your body grinded against her, she pushed you lower so the two of you were basically scissoring when you thrusted forward your clits would rub when you motioned back your lips wrapped around her thigh. It was sticky, and wet and hot and you couldn't get enough. 

Sevika seemed to be in a good mood, the after taste of whiskey and expensive cigars lingered in your mouth from her kisses. The feeling of calloused skin wouldn't leave your hips, and the strings of soft compliments and praises ring through your ears. 

You barely blinked when she switched your positions and now she was on top, her metal arm held the back of the couch, her body curled over you as you could only sink further into her couch, she positioned her hips above yours and began to grind her clit roughly into you, it was hard and it was big. Probably a result of the testosterone taken to work out, or maybe every bitch this muscular had a bigger clit. You didn't know or care, but the way she expertly fucked you with it, how the sofa kept banging into the wall. You couldn't get enough..

The room was quickly filled with your moaning, and her panting. You heard a rip as her sharp claws sunk into the fabric of the couch behind your head. She was already wet and warm. She used her cum to help slide your lips together, melding into one another only made you wetter. She lifted her hips and used her good hand to push two fingers inside of you with ease. 

"Good fucking girl, do I really make you this wet?"

You could only moan, words left your head as she kept abusing the wet skin inside of you, fingers opening and closing stretching your poor little pussy out. Your hands lifted and locked behind her neck attempting to bury yourself in her chest.

"Fuck"

"Damn, your all fucked out already?"

She smirked at you, her fingers working at your core pulling strings of moans and cries from you. 

"Please, please please Sev mmh." 

"Yea?"

Fingers twirled inside of yoy her metal hands moving to wipe away stray strands of hair dangling in your face. Other hand still mercilessly fucking you.

"Seeev" you whined her name.

"Do you need to cum already, doll?"

"Pleeease" your eyes squinted shut as she kept dancing around the spot inside of you purposely. Whines of protest left your lips.

"You look so good angel, momma's gonna fuck you until you can't think" 

"Seeev" the way your mouth couldn't stop saying her name. The way her lips left black lipstick stains across your neck, the way she sucked your skin leaving marks on her girl, tears left your eyes as she kept pushing your limits.

"You're so pretty when you cry for me" she chuckled her lips moving to wrap around your nipples taking them into her mouth one at a time, black lipstick marks all over your torso. Yet all it took was that palm rubbing your clit, and her fingers thrusting into that spot and it was over. 

Her name fell from your mouth, over and over like it was the only way you could breathe. "Sevsevsevsevsevsev" your juices spilled over her arm and thighs, making a nice wet spot on her sofa. Your face flushed a bit in embarrassment.

You felt warm hands wrap around you and pull you into her. She was once again sitting on the couch, you now cradled in her arms. As she lifted your face to hers. 

"You did so good for me" she whispered her nose nuzzling into the soft part of your cheek, her words lingered on your skin as you close yoy eyes trying to catch a breath.

 "I'm so proud of you baby, remember when you could barely handle one finger" she smiled, and you grinned a small laugh coming out of your throat. 

"We're way past that aren't we baby" you said taking one of her hands and ghosting your lips on her knuckles. 

"I think you're ready to try my strap"

"Next time right? I can't move"

"Of course, if I fuck you anymore now I'm afraid your gonna knock the fuck out." 

"I ammm" you groaned, burying your face in her shoulder. 

"You could keep going even if I do" you smirked. 

"I can do whatever I want" 

"Like me?"

"Like youuu." She smirked, nuzzling herself into you neck. 

"My pretty pretty princess" 

[fantasyescapes17]

Candle (Part 1)

You have always received the best of everything life has to offer: be it education, family, fortune or happiness. Mr. Yoon Jeonghan- one of the ton's renowned villains- cannot possibly bring you happiness of any kind, never mind wedded bliss. But can you evade Jeonghan's charms? Or will you find yourself falling victim to this clever rogue?

Genre: Yoon Jeonghan x female!reader. Regency!AU (It's sort of Bridgerton-esque in the sense that I give zero attention to historical accuracy and prioritize aesthetics lmao) You are Wonwoo's sister so your last name is Jeon, but the reader has no other specific characteristics, physical or otherwise.

Word Count: 4.8k+

Part 2 Part 3

Series Masterlist [I would recommend reading the first story in this series, Patience, before this one but it's not strictly necessary.]

“It is not that I do not wish to marry,” you explained to the maid that was dealing with your hair. The fine silver comb tugged painfully on your scalp, but you had learned to ignore it through continued practice. “I do like the thought of being the lady of my own estate, and having children and a husband who loves me.” 

The maid hummed as she dragged the comb through your hair. “Of course, miss.” 

“But why must all the eligible bachelors of the ton be so dreadfully boring? Every conversation feels the same. If you’ve spoken to one of them, you may as well have spoken to them all,” you complained. “They constantly talk about the same subjects and offer the same compliments.” 

“What would you like them to say instead, miss?” the maid asked lightly. 

“Well, anything that I have not already heard a hundred times before!” you exclaimed as the maid fixed the last pin in your hair and released you. You turned to appraise yourself in the mirror carefully before pouting at your maid. “Daisy, I am not foolish enough to entertain expectations of true love. But is it too much to ask for a husband who will not drive me mad out of boredom? A husband for whom at least a small candle lights up in my heart- never mind a wild and burning flame?” 

Daisy smiled. “You will be late, miss. Your family is waiting downstairs.” 

“But you offer me no reassurances,” you noted with a frown. 

“Do not worry yourself too much, miss. There are plenty of men in London this season that you are  yet to meet. I am certain one of them will light your heart’s candle.” 

You thanked her and then stood up to appraise yourself in the mirror. You had chosen one of your prettiest gowns for the first ball of the season and were pleased with the way the soft pastel colours accentuated your figure and skin. You were not the belle of the ball- you would leave titles like that to more perfect women than you- but you were certainly striking enough to never be left wanting for a dance partner or company. 

God. All this effort to spend your evening listening to men offer you recycled compliments or boast about their fortunes. 

"So her highness finally arrives. I thought perhaps you were waiting for the ball to end," your brother Wonwoo remarked as you walked down to the foyer of your large London home. 

You paid him little mind. Wonwoo was not truly angry about the delay. He had no great love for social engagements or balls and suffered through them in the same way you did, albeit with fewer complaints. 

"Beauty takes time," you replied simply.

"As does the journey to the Hessington's manor. Mother and Father are waiting for us outside."

"It would not be fashionable to arrive too early," you protested. 

Wonwoo simply offered you his arm in silence and you joined your brother in stepping out of your large home and climbing into the lavish carriage that waited on the street outside. Your parents were already seated and your mother smiled when she saw you. 

"Oh darling! You look quite lovely in that dress," she told you happily as the carriage slowly began to take your family to your destination. "I should not be surprised if your  father has a queue of men outside his door to offer for your hand this season."

You smiled. "Thank you, mother. I am sure Father knows best."

Your father raised an eyebrow. He appeared bored. "I know nothing. You are perfectly capable of choosing your own husband. Unless you wish to marry a stable boy, you shall hear no sound from me."

Your mother swatted his arm. "Dearest! How can you say such a thing! It is of utmost importance that our dear daughter is married well and happy- and you must do everything you can to ensure this!"

Mr. Jeon chuckled. "I believe these matters require far more womanly expertise than I possess."

Your mother disregarded him and turned back to you. "Now darling, remember. We are in no hurry. This is only your first season and time and money are on our side. Unlike some of the other foolish mothers of the ton, I know that marrying well is far more important than marrying quickly."

You smiled. "Yes, mother."

"There is no need to accept any offers immediately. Do not court anyone straight away. Wait and watch and analyse. You deserve the very best."

You bit your lip and nodded. You had to admit that your mother's confidence in you made you feel better about your prospects. She was right. There was plenty of time. You were not in any rush and you would wait patiently until the right man for you appeared. 

Hopefully he would. 

"As for you, Wonwoo-" your mother continued, turning to your brother who had been staring out of the window absently. "Although your sister's marriage prospects occupy more of my time and attention than yours, it would be helpful if you at least indulged in a few dances and did not offend all the young ladies that crossed your path by ignoring them or pretending to be absorbed in a book."

Wonwoo flushed. He had been known to hide behind a book in order to avoid the attention of some of the more determined young ladies. Women frequently left your brother's company feeling snubbed. 

"Yes, mother," he replied with a sigh. 

"I want to see you up on the dance floor for at least two dances," she pressed. 

"One," Wonwoo pushed back. 

"Two, this is not a discussion."

Wonwoo decided against arguing with his mother and turned his attention back to the window of the carriage as it clattered noisily along the path to the ball. You chuckled- you could not wait to meet a woman who could put a genuine smile on Jeon Wonwoo's face. A difficult task indeed, but certainly not impossible. 

The carriage stopped once your family arrived at the Hessington's ball. It was an incredibly grand affair. Being the first ball of the season, it would set the standard for all social events during the upcoming months. You could tell that this would be a glamorous season indeed. 

You almost felt nervous. 

"Isn't that your friend?" Wonwoo mumbled to you as your family entered the enormous bustling ballroom full of immaculately dressed men and women. 

"Miss Jeon!" 

You laughed in delight as a young woman in a bright purple dress came over to you and embraced you warmly. It had been many months since you had seen your dear friend Ella Williams.  You wrote to her often but you were no great writer, and letters were not nearly enough to say all that you wished to share. 

“Miss Williams! Oh, I am so delighted to see you here! How have you been?” you demanded of your friend. 

Ella smiled. “I have been wonderful, as always. It is a pleasure to see you as well, Mr. Jeon!” Ella greeted your brother with a bright smile and a polite curtsey. Wonwoo acknowledged her with a small tilt of his head. Ella was no stranger to your brother’s quiet and unenthusiastic manner- so she merely giggled at him and did not take offence. 

“He is upset because he is required to dance twice tonight,” you explained to Ella. “Wonwoo, you might as well ask Ella to dance with you so that half of your promise to mother is fulfilled. Then you need only find one more partner over the course of the evening.” 

Ella batted her eyelashes at your brother. “I would not object to a dance with Mr. Jeon.” 

You waited patiently while Wonwoo signed Ella’s dance card and then wordlessly disappeared further into the room in order to speak to some of his acquaintances. Ella beamed and turned back to you. 

“Well. I shall be the target of much envy when I stand up for a dance with the elusive Mr. Jeon. Oh! But I have so much to tell you, my friend, come with me to the refreshments table and I will show you what I have prepared for us!” 

You allowed Ella to take your arm and pull you towards the refreshments. You both found seats on a bench and she pulled a small black diary out of her pocket that she showed you cheerfully. 

“Guess what this is?” she asked eagerly, but did not allow you time to formulate a response. “I spent the entire summer doing research and have prepared elaborate notes on every single marriage-minded bachelor that will be in attendance this season. I believe the usual clumsy method of turning up to as many social events as we can and simpering at random men only to be disappointed once we learn more about them cannot go on. We are clever women. We must employ the scientific method.” 

You giggled at your friend. “The scientific method? To find a husband?” 

“It is almost perfect! And it took me months to compile- I keep adding to it every time I learn more about any of them."

You looked at her book with a laugh. It really was packed full of notes. This was no small feat that Ella had achieved. 

"How does this help us?" you asked, confused. 

Ella sighed. "My dear friend. Every time a man introduces himself or asks you for a dance, you need only look him up in my little book to know everything about him! Well; perhaps not everything, it is still a work in progress but I am constantly adding to it!"

You looked down at her little book curiously. 

"Ella… you may have created something very valuable," you admitted to her slowly. "I am sure many of the young women in the room would love to have a peek at that little book."

Ella beamed. "Yes, but I shall not share it with anyone but you."

"You really are a wonderful friend."

"Of course I am. Now- have you found any dance partners yet for the evening? I am lucky to have started the evening off strong by securing a dance with your brother- it is my turn to find you an equally excellent partner."

You smiled. "I would be very grateful."

But Ella's efforts were not necessary. As you stood, you were approached by your brother and another handsome young man with a very charming smile.  

"I believe the dancing is about to begin," Wonwoo said simply as he offered his arm to Ella. He paused to look at you. "Sister, allow me to introduce you to my friend Mr. Kim Mingyu."

Mr. Kim Mingyu took your gloved hand into his own and pressed his lips to your knuckles in a suave manner. 

"Miss Jeon. I have heard many wonderful things about you; would you do me the honour of joining me for the next dance?" Mingyu asked. 

You smiled. "It would be my pleasure, Mr. Kim."

"Excellent. This way."

Mingyu was a very good dancer and an adequate conversationalist. He did offer you some textbook insincere compliments about your dancing skill and your dress, but since he was good friends with your brother, any lulls in the conversation were filled with stories from the time he and Wonwoo spent together at Oxford. There was something very lighthearted about his words and manner. It left you with the impression that Mr. Kim Mingyu did not take anything very seriously-including his own marriage prospects. 

"Thank you very much for the dance, Mr. Kim,” you bowed to him politely as the music came to an end. Mingyu smiled and offered you his arm to lead you away from the dance floor. 

“It was a pleasure, Miss Jeon. May I help you find your next partner?” he offered generously. "I know multiple young men who would be delighted to be introduced to you.” 

"I would be very grateful, Mr. Kim. But I have already promised Miss Ella Williams that she may be the one to find my next partner and I could not bear to  disappoint her."

Mingyu nodded. "Very well. Your brother is probably seeking a corner to hide himself in for the rest of the evening, so if you find yourself requiring a dance partner at any moment please do not hesitate to send for me."

You laughed. "Indeed. I shall summon you as soon as your services become necessary."

Mingyu left you just as Ella came over to join you on your bench.

"Well, well," your friend teased. "Mr. Kim is certainly very handsome. And he appears to be an excellent dancer."

"Will you tell me what you have written about him in your little book?" you asked. 

Ella withdrew the book from the folds of her skirts and took a moment to flip the pages. "Let us see here…. K for Kim… Mingyu…. ah! Here he is! 

"Goodness, the page is full!" you laughed as you saw the page crammed to the brim with notes. There was barely any space left. "Is that a list of women he is rumoured to  be courting? Heavens. You shall need to prepare a summary for this man."

"I have one," she replied, her fingers pointing to two underlined words on the top right corner. Notorious rake. 

You both exchanged looks and laughed. 

"That sounds about right," you giggled before taking her arm. "Now hurry! You promised to find me another dance partner! If we sit on the bench for too long then we might be approached by someone particularly odious."

"Of course!" 

Ella grabbed your arm and guided you across the room to a group of men who stood conversing near the balcony. One of them turned and smiled when he saw Ella. 

"Ella! I did not know you would be here tonight," he greeted her fondly. He had gentle eyes and a soft smile that put you instantly at ease. 

"How could I miss the first ball of the season?" Ella asked. "Joshua, you must allow me to introduce you to my dear friend Miss Jeon. I insist that you dance the next dance with her, for she is so much in demand that you may not have another chance all season! Miss Jeon, this is my cousin Viscount Joshua Hong."

Joshua greeted you warmly. Unlike Mingyu, he made no excessively charming moves to kiss your hand but his impeccable manners put you at ease. 

"Of course. It would be an honour to dance with Miss Jeon," he promised you. "But first allow me to make introductions of my own. I am accompanied by my dear friends Mr. Choi Seungcheol and Mr. Yoon Jeonghan."

You curtsied politely to the two men. Mr. Choi was handsome, certainly, but you were struck immediately by how unnaturally perfect Mr. Yoon Jeonghan was. His features were sharp, angular, and he looked like a marble statue sculpted by a skilled artist. Jeonghan had an almost ethereal beauty to him. 

And he turned immediately to your friend. 

"Miss Williams, may I request your hand for the next dance, if you have not already promised it to another?" Jeonghan asked, as he offered her his hand. 

Ella took it without hesitation. "Of course!"

It was no punishment to dance with Viscount Joshua Hong. The man was possibly the most eligible bachelor in the room considering his title, vast fortune and gentlemanly reputation so Ella had done you a great favour. Joshua made light and pleasant conversation as you danced. He was not entirely boring, but also failed to be particularly interesting. You found yourself casting glances across the room at Ella's dance partner. 

When your dance with Joshua came to an end, you approached Ella and Jeonghan with the faint hope that you might be chosen as Mr. Yoon Jeonghan's next partner- only to find that the man in question had already left the area. 

"What happened to Mr. Yoon?" you asked your friend casually. 

"He apologised and had to leave early. Something about his sister- perhaps you know her? Miss Yoon? Fairly pretty woman who is rather well-known for strangely not receiving any offers of marriage since the last many seasons?"

It sounded familiar. "Was he a good dancer?"

"Excellent- but I was terribly nervous throughout the dance, after all, you know what everyone says about him!" Ella said with a shaky laugh. 

You did not know. "What does everyone say about him-"

Your question was cut off by the appearance of your mother, who took your arm with a bright smile. “My dear! I can see that you have been quite successful with your dance partners tonight. Not only Mr Kim Mingyu but Viscount Hong as well! Everyone is quite taken with you.” 

You smiled at your mother. “Thank you, mother-” 

“Come along now. I have many others to introduce you to, we should take advantage of this momentum. You should come as well, Ella. A certain Mr. Lee has been asking about you and you will need someone to make the necessary introductions!” 

Ella smiled and took your hand as the two of you followed your mother.

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The Hessington’s ball was, in your mother’s expert opinion, a grand success. You had danced almost every dance with an eligible young man and the general consensus among the ton was that you were a delightful young woman who would likely receive her fair share of attention and gentleman callers. 

It was difficult to not want to bask in all the attention. 

“Mother! May I go to the assembly rooms with Ella and Mrs. Williams this evening? I believe we have no other engagements,” you reminded her eagerly as she attended to her knitting in the drawing room. Your mother looked up at you. 

“Will Mrs. Williams chaperone?” 

“Of course.” 

Upon receiving her permission you hurried upstairs to dress for an evening at the assembly rooms. You had heard from Ella that Viscount Hong would be in attendance. While you had no specific interest in Joshua  himself, you could not deny that the Viscount was well-connected and always ready and able to make introductions with other eligible young men. 

Daisy helped you into a pretty dress. Since an evening at the assembly rooms was not nearly as glamorous as a ball, you kept your attire simple but could not resist finishing off your look with a string of pearls around your neck. 

“You look lovely, miss,” Daisy complimented you kindly. “The pearls suit you very well.” 

You smiled. “Thank you, Daisy.” 

The Williams’ carriage arrived promptly to pick you up, and you travelled to the assembly rooms with Ella and her mother. You were delighted when Mrs. Williams promptly sat down at one of the many card tables and announced her intention to play whist all evening. The older woman appeared to have no plans of following you or Ella about the room, or being an overbearing chaperone. 

"I have decided to cast my net upon Mr. Xu Minghao tonight," Ella whispered to you, gesturing to a handsome young man in the corner of the room. "I shall ask Joshua to introduce me. Would you like to come?"

You tilted your head thoughtfully. "I might play some cards first. I have been looking forward to it for a while. Do you think it would be impolite for me to sit down at any of these tables?"

"I see Mrs. Patty there. She will surely welcome you at her card table; although I would be careful. I hear her gambling habit can be… excessive. And she gossips even more than she gambles."

You giggled. "I shall be fine with Mrs. Patty. She likes me. Go on and demonstrate your charms to Mr. Xu."

You were welcomed warmly at the card tables by Mrs. Patty and the other ladies, all of whom complimented your success at the Hessington's ball the previous evening while dealing you into their game. You were not a very experienced card player, but it did not signify. The bets were small at the ladies’ table. On the other hand, the table of gentlemen across from you were clearly playing for much higher stakes. 

You had a clear view of the men's card table. A few familiar faces were seated there- including Mr. Kim  Mingyu and Mr. Kwon Soonyoung. The occupant that was of particular interest to you, however, was Mr. Yoon Jeonghan. Jeonghan had leaned back in his seat in a relaxed and careless manner, a handsome smirk on his face as he observed his cards. 

Really, he was unfairly attractive. How were you supposed to focus on your cards when a man as perfect as Yoon Jeonghan sat directly in your line of view? It was hardly surprising that you lost the first round of the game with the ladies. 

Jeonghan looked up suddenly and his intense gaze met yours. You were a little flustered at having been caught staring, but the corner of his lips curved up in a hint of a smile. Jeonghan acknowledged you with a simple tilt of his head. You forced a polite smile back and quickly turned away. 

When you dared to lift your eyes in his direction once more, he had already turned his attention away from you. 

“Really Mr. Yoon? Will you continue to win until you bleed us all dry?” you heard Mr. Kim Mingyu demand from the other table. The other men nodded in agreement; it appeared that Mr. Yoon had won almost every hand this evening. 

“You are bleeding yourself dry, Mr. Kim. Perhaps you may wish to study the rules of the game before you hand your money to me?” Jeonghan suggested lightly. 

“If I play another round with you I shall be in danger of losing my estate.” 

There appeared to be a general consensus among the men at table that they had lost enough money to Mr. Yoon for one evening. You watched with interest as they all left the table in search of refreshments and other entertainment. Mr. Yoon lingered at the table a few moments longer to collect his belongings.

It was a rare opening- you waited until your current round ended and took the chance to excuse yourself from the ladies table. 

“Pardon me, Mrs. Patty but I think I have had my fill of cards. I will take your leave now,” you said to the older woman who dismissed you easily. 

You took a deep breath. Perhaps it was an… audacious move (if not an entirely improper one) for you to approach Mr. Yoon while there was nobody else in your company. But you were quite determined to learn more about this man with the angelic features and confident gaze. You could not simply wait until Jeonghan decided to take note of you- you would bring the conversation to him. 

“Mr. Yoon,” you greeted him politely. 

Jeonghan turned to you with mild surprise. This was a crowded room, yes, but it was still bold of you to approach him without a female chaperone.  

Although to be fair, Yoon Jeonghan had never been one to put too fine a point on the rules of propriety.

“Miss Jeon, if I am not mistaken,” he greeted calmly. He gave no indication that he found you approaching him to be improper. “We were introduced at the Hessington’s ball last evening. I heard from my stepmother that you had excellent success and danced every single dance.” 

“I do not know if I was particularly successful at anything; to dance every dance at a ball is not unheard of. But to win almost every hand of cards while playing a game of chance… that is what I would consider success,” you teased him.

It was a bold attempt at flirtation- you could only wait and see what move Jeonghan would make. 

Jeonghan folded his arms across his chest. You could tell that he was biting back a smile. “Perhaps my opponents were simply too drunk to remember the rules of the game,” he suggested.  

“Or perhaps you have devised a way to eliminate the influence of chance on the game’s outcome entirely.” 

Jeonghan could not resist a chuckle. “Miss Jeon. I must protest this line of questioning. It seems to be in danger of impinging upon my honour as a gentleman. I hope you don’t mean to accuse me of cheating at cards?”

“Res ipsa loquitor, as they say in Latin, or- the thing speaks for itself,” you continued to tease him. “Do you deny it?” 

“I shall not deny it. Instead, I shall generously grant you the opportunity to withdraw this dangerous allegation you have chosen to make,” he continued, “for I am confident that you possess no evidence to support your claim. Please- have a seat. It would not do for you to remain standing while we debate my alleged crimes.” 

You allowed Jeonghan to pull out a chair for you and he expertly moved behind you to push it back in before taking his own seat. You folded your hands in your lap and smiled at him. You were enjoying this conversation. 

“Your words are clever Mr. Yoon, but they do not cry innocence,” you insisted. 

“I am not claiming to be innocent.” 

“Then you admit you are guilty?” 

“I shall not answer your allegation either way,” Jeonghan replied with a chuckle. “But I am concerned for the impact your allegations shall have on your honour when you find yourself unable to justify them with sufficient evidence.” 

You laughed. “So you are greatly concerned for my honour, are you, Mr. Yoon?” 

“I would be concerned for the honour of any young lady in your position.” 

“Then how do you suggest we resolve this? For I find it impossible to believe that you should have been able to win so many rounds of a game of chance without having found some manner of tilting the scales of luck in your favour,” you insisted. 

Jeonghan leaned closer to you suddenly. His dark eyes boldly met yours and your senses were instantly overwhelmed by him. His clean scent, the sound of his soft breathing and his handsome face hovering a few inches from your own. Jeonghan’s voice (suddenly low) sent a pleasurable shiver down your spine. 

“If you do not withdraw your allegation,” he whispered. “I shall have no choice but to demand satisfaction.” 

Oh. This man was dangerous. 

He pulled back and you felt a rush of adrenaline. Noone had ever flirted with you quite like this before- and it was, clearly and undoubtedly a delightfully dangerous flirtation, for what man would innocently lean so close and whisper such words in the presence of a lady unless he meant to be unequivocal about his nefarious intention? 

It appeared you had walked into the lion’s den of your own free will. 

“Satisfaction?” you asked him, trying not to reveal how flustered you were.  “I hope you do not intend to challenge a lady to a duel, Mr. Yoon.” 

“A duel? No, not at all. I can think of better ways for you to restore my honour.” 

“I have no intention of restoring your honour,” you replied boldly. 

“Perhaps I shall be able to persuade you otherwise. Tell me Miss Yoon- have you recently lost anything? Perhaps a valuable item that you carry upon your person?” Jeonghan asked in a knowing tone. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You had not carried much with you and you quickly checked that you still possessed your handkerchief and reticule. As you turned your head, however, you realised that there was a strange lightness around your neck. 

Your hand flew up to your bare neck. 

“My pearls!” 

Jeonghan smirked. His arm moved subtly across the table and you caught a glimpse of something white and shiny clasped in his hand just before he tucked it into the breast pocket of his coat. You stared at him in shock and disbelief. 

“Mr. Yoon- have you just stolen my pearls?” you demanded in a hushed tone. 

Jeonghan looked pleased with himself. 

“Not to worry, my lady. I have every intention of returning them to you tomorrow, at the Hongs’ ball- where you shall do me the honour of dancing the final dance of the evening with me. An act which will, I believe, be adequate recompense for the baseless accusations you have brought upon my honour.” 

You looked up at him with a smile.

So it was to be a game.  

“You don’t play fair, Mr. Yoon,” you remarked. 

“Remind me to further discuss the merits of fairness during our dance at tomorrow’s ball,” Jeonghan suggested as he stood from his seat and reached for your hand. He pressed his lips against your knuckles- softly, tantalisingly, and perhaps lingering for half a second longer than appropriate before giving you a roguish smile. “Have a pleasant evening, Miss Jeon.” 

You watched as he walked away to join his companions at the refreshment tables. Your heartbeat thumped with excitement while the adrenaline from your unbelievably shocking encounter with Mr. Yoon Jeonghan slowly ebbed. 

Well, you thought to yourself. Mr. Yoon Jeonghan had certainly lit your heart’s candle. 

Indeed, he seemed quite in danger of tipping it over and setting the entire bloody place on fire.

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A/N: Thanks to everyone who showed so much love for my first fic Patience, and also thank you for reading Candle! Jeonghan was such a crucial character in Patience that it was always my intention to write a companion fic for him.

I should be able to upload the next part of Candle in a few days, if all goes well. I'm also in the process of plotting for Wonwoo, Mingyu and Hoshi, in no particular order.

Any feedback is welcome! I'm not sensitive lol.

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

An (incredibly long) "I want"-style song dedicated to the most unruly of trios: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and George Harrison.

The setting is the late 50's – it's deliberately a bit of a mish-mash :-)

Lyrics below the cut!

John: Green Paul: Blue George: Purple P&G: Pink J&P: Red JP&G: Neutral Liverpool gave up on me the first day of preschool Teachers called me unruly cause I don't suffer fools And my aunt who says she can't believe I’d throw it all away Quarrybank, that school for cranks suspended me the other day

All those lads who quit this band to learn a proper trade Think that I don't understand the facts of getting paid But you both see, It's them not me, it's us and this here prophecy

Do you see us five years on – well Maybe three, that's sort of long As they're writhing for our songs And “Your group's on now, John "

Earning some preposterous wage Free of this less-town-more-cage As we enter center-stage In our gold disk age

And the birds will have to queue For a single peck at you Then, emboldened by the view Watch them molt on cue

And all we need is not to quit, They'll call us Great Britain's Newest stars, brand new guitars, guaranteed not to split

Picture us: the favourite band With a record deal in hand Going deaf from screaming fans As per my new masterplan

Where we going, fellas? Where we going? Where we going, fellas? Where we going? (To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the topper) To the toppermost of the poppermost!

I hear music in my head Wherever I go It's like it's bursting out my soul It's something I cannot control

Every night When I get home I watch dad roll his eyes "Heard of this thing called a comb? " I sigh as he implies That mum would be So unhappy and so disappointed in me

Meanwhile I can't drop this tune However inopportune There's a decade dawning soon Shooting for the moon

And John may seem unreasonable But his dream is feasible Sometimes yes, guess he's a gull I'll appease him though

And then I see how for we're come Joined, we're greater than our sum See, the rhythm's in the strum Of the guitars and then some

Playing my part in your vision, I'll Grab a pen, so much to discover Let's produce another Lennon-McCartney original

For the day he and John met And Yes George, I didn't forget! We become a matching set Writing tete-a-tete

Where we going, Johnny? Where we going? Where we going, Johnny? Where we going? (To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the toppermost) And where do I fit in? And when do I come in? Is there a spot for me at the To the toppermost of the poppermost!

I'm the youngest, there's no day when they let me forget But the part Paul will not say: I'm their safest bet See the fact is they don’t practice systematically like me I know my chord charts, strings, fretboard, parts of my soul, sorted by key.

Still the world is their playground And I am watching from the fence I can't yet jump with confidence But mum taught me about patience

I still feel Julia's arms around me every time I play What would my mum say? (She tells me) Anything I set my mind to  (She taught me everything) The heights I'll climb to (She wanted everything) My time soon Anything to prove I'm worth it (Wouldn’t approve) Move the earth, they'll learn…

I had to learn to be the only one believing in me And ever since she's gone, I can hardly stand it (Mum says I can stand it) No one understanding (Don’t quite understand it) The thing she saw in me

And dad, he just wants me to be practical She’d call me her rebel without applause and tell me Just keep making noise, always play in your own key I will wait patiently He may believe in me but not my choice They will have no choice but to love me

Where we going fellas? Where we going? To the toppermost of the poppermost!

Liverpool has no idea what’s coming Liverpool will never be the same They’ll put up posters of us Like on this truck John, that’s a bus! Put your glasses on, Jesus! And dad will be non-plussed when Walking down the street he’ll see John (John), Paul, George (George) of the… Johnny and the Moondogs… What! Definitely not. The Shoes! The Quarrymen… Nononononono, JaPaGe3!

Insert band name here.

Liverpool has no idea what’s coming Liverpool will never be the same When they all see us one as three the blasphemous song trinity.

Everybody’s bitching Where’s that old ambition That got you essay prizes and into the institute? I’m not a delinquent I’ve just been rethinking No one realizes I’m still just as resolute Just keep making noise Always play in your own key They will have no choice But to love me

Anything I set my mind to The heights I’ll climb to My time soon Anything to prove I’m worth it Move the earth They’ll learn from me.

Where we going, fellas? Where we going? Where we going, Johnny? Where we going, fellas? Where we going? (To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the topper) And where do I fit in and when do I come in? Toppermost of the poppermost.

[fresh-new-yoik-watah]

Love Like the Sea

Chapter Two: A Good Teacher

a/n: chapter two is finally finished and up ! I promise it won’t take as long in between future chapters 😭 this one’s kinda a filler chapter, just establishing the reader and neteyam’s first official interaction

pairing: Neteyam x Metkayina!Reader

important story info: no use of y/n, it was not working for the story. Neteyam, reader, and Ao’nung are 19. Kiri is 18. Lo’ak and Tsireya are 17. Characters have been aged up for story purposes (not for smut, just easier to write them older)

warnings: none !

word count: 1.7k

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A few days had passed since the Sully family were granted sanctuary on Awa’atlu. You saw them only in passing, specifically the two sons, always in a rush to their lessons, arguing between each other over who’s fault it was that they were late. From that, you were able to pick up their names, Neteyam and Lo’ak, Neteyam the one who’s eyes wouldn’t leave your mind, the one often scolding Lo’ak regarding their tardiness; you figured he was the older one. He was slightly taller, held his head higher, unlike Lo’ak who reeked insecurity, craving validation. Tsireya waited for them each morning, her smile and confidence in them never faltering, even with their uncoordinated dives into the sea. She told you they were making good progress, despite their physical limitations. Though, Ao’nung was quick to disagree, grumbling that she gave too much credit to the “forest monkeys”, to which Tsireya would smack the back of his head. You were a little jealous that they got to spend time with the outsiders. Ignoring the strange pull towards the eldest, you were curious about all of them; you wished it was you teaching them, getting to ask them about their home, the trees, but Ronal was keeping you busy, preparing you for a first breath ceremony, one you were expected to lead. You’ve participated in many, from a young age, standing beside Ronal, watching, and as you got older, assisting her. You had every movement and word memorized like the back of your hand from the many years. You knew eventually it would fall to you, as it was a key part in being Tsahik, announcing the newborn to Ewya and the people, guiding it to take its first breath after being plunged into the sea, its first communion with the world, the air and water.

Every practice before, you were perfect, but today, you kept messing up, distracted by the splashes and loud yelps of the Sully boys, learning to ride ilu. They were far from graceful, falling off before even making it underwater and constantly yelling between each other and Ao’nung and Tsireya trying to teach them. Hearing so much noise in your village was not something you were used to, a contrast to the normally quiet and mellow days. Ronal was especially irritated by their rowdiness, her brows furrowed and forehead creased everytime they caused a sound. She noticed your distraction and could easily figure out the cause, seeing where your eyes were constantly wandering off to.

“You’re distracted”

You jumped, startled by Ronal’s sudden remark.

“I’m sorry.”

She turned to look towards the ocean, sighing, “My son is not a good teacher.”

You were silent, unsure how to respond.

She continued, “I will have Ao’nung assist me with the remainder of the preparations and weaving. I cannot bear to see anymore of that humiliation.”

You stared at her, eyes wide, confused. Ronal scoffed and nodded her head towards the direction of the Sully boys.

Realization hit, “You mean I--”

You were shooed off before being able to finish. You called for an ilu, not wanting to test Ronal’s already thin patience. Connecting your queue with it, you were pulled towards the group.

Tsireya heard the chirping approaching and turned to face the sound. Upon realizing it was you, she smiled and waved you over.

“What are you doing here?” Tsireya asked once you were close enough.

You gesture to Ao’nung, “Your mother sends me.” You disconnected your braid and slid off into the water, “You are to help her with the rest of the preparations.”

He scoffed, “Of course.”

Ao’nung never liked being told what to do, especially in front of others. It made him feel embarrassed, the chief’s son, future leader, getting bossed around, as if he wasn’t the age of an adult, as if he was still a child not knowing to not provoke a skimwing. The snickers and whispers rang in his ears everytime he responded, “yes sir, yes ma’am,” seeds of doubt, reminding him that even with a promised title, he wasn’t enough, that they saw him as immature, passive, that if not for the lineage he was born into, no one would ever choose to look to him for guidance or leadership. Now, being told in front of his friends, strangers, that his mother didn’t believe him competent enough to teach someone how to ride an ilu, something taught to literal babies, made him fume. He could read in between your words to know what his mother’s true intention was. Regardless of the fact that you had been teaching the young to ride ilu for most of your life, so naturally, it should be you teaching the forest natives, but his thoughts were so consumed with frustration, he couldn’t see any of that.

Treading over, he pulled himself onto the ilu. Noticing his eyes were fogged over and ears were flattened, clearly upset, you reached to hold his arm, concerned, but he yanked away, letting out a yip before disappearing beneath the surface.

Tsireya shook her head, “So stupid.”

“What happened?”

You and Tsireya turned toward the voice, momentarily having forgotten there was an audience, one you were in charge of now teaching.

“Mara is going to be helping,” Tsireya beamed.

Neteyam eyed you, intrigued, nervous, hoping you weren’t an additional person there to ridicule him for merely existing.

There were his eyes again, staring, gaze burning your skin. You cleared your throat, breaking eye contact, “Come, show me what you know.” You guided the ilu towards a less crowded area, Neteyam following close behind.

“Here is good.”

“Do I—“ Neteyam began, gesturing to the ilu.

“Yes.”

He let out a breath and pulled himself up, waiting for any critique from you, but there was silence. You nodded slightly, signaling Neteyam to continue. He reached and grasped the handle at the front of the saddle.

“Your fingers need to be separated. That’s why you fall off, you didn't have a good grip.” You moved his fingers to demonstrate, “Like this.”

Neteyam nodded.

“And have your one knee bent in front of her fin and your other leg straight along her back when you dive under. It’ll help you stay on so the current doesn’t knock you off.”

“Okay.”

You backed away, giving him room to adjust his body. Neteyam placed his legs where you said, inhaled a deep breath, and let the ilu pull him under. You crouched down to watch him. His form was almost perfect, holding his body steady, not letting his grip falter. Tsireya was right, they were making amazing progress, despite having to learn an entirely new life. He didn’t get very far though, he ran out of breath and had to come back up for air.

“How was that?” he breathlessly asked.

“Good.”

Neteyam inhaled and puffed out his chest ever so slightly when seeing the small smile creep onto your face. It felt like a flame ignited within him, warmth growing knowing you were impressed. He wasn’t sure why, but it felt good.

A loud splash broke him out of his thoughts. Turning, you both saw Lo’ak’s head barely bobbing above the surface as his ilu swam away, chittering.

All pride Neteyam was feeling deflated immediately and was replaced with embarrassment, wincing at his brother’s stunted progression.

“Lo’ak, come try again!” Tsireya called out.

Lo’ak groaned and begrudgingly swam back towards her and the ilu that was taunting him.

You turned to face Neteyam, grimace still visible on his face, “At least one of you improved.”

o0O0o

Time to yourself was not something you had often; lessons took up most of the day, ending right before dinner and eclipse. Even if Ao’nung was upset about it, there was one good thing to come from him taking over your responsibilities, so there you were, floating at the bottom of the reef, watching the colourful fish flit in and out of the coral. You were almost completely enamored in the life around to not notice the splash from above. Almost.

Looking up, there was a figure flailing around, trying to turn themself upright. You recognized the long braids, sprawled, floating in every direction, hair you saw barely an hour ago, Neteyam.

What are you doing? You signed to him from below.

He tilted his head, confused. He didn’t know what you were saying, barely remembering glimpses of Tsireya signing to them the first day. Maybe if he shrugs his shoulders, that had to mean something.

You watched his poor attempt at communicating with you, having no idea what his shoulder and arm raises were trying to translate. Your brain was telling you to ignore, continue swimming, that as much as you wanted, you weren’t meant to interact with him, but there was that pull again, urging you to go up to him, saying it was right.

You sighed, bubbles floating out of your mouth, and swam up, going against your better judgment. Neteyam took a gasp of air once you both broke the surface.

“Are you following me?” You raised your brow at him.

“No?”

You repeated, “No?”

Neteyam sheepishly smiled, not sure what to say to defend himself against your accusation because you were right, to an extent. He wasn’t intentionally following you, he noticed you dive into the water and thought if he too went for a swim, maybe there could be an opportunity to talk to you. Was it a little childish? Perhaps, but all rational seemed to wither away, dissipate, when it came to you. There wasn’t even a reason for it, he’d barely met you officially that same day, but ever since he laid eyes on you that first time, it was like his body tasted a forbidden fruit, needing more to satisfy, knowing nothing would ever compare again.

You stared, unsure how to continue.

Here was the opportunity you craved, being able to familiarize yourself with the strangers, no longer having to live through Tsireya or Ao’nung’s recollections. But there was a gut feeling, one that made you queasy, that if you opened this box, you never would be able to close it.

They do not know the sea.

Tonowari’s previous words echoed like distant drum beats, reminding you that you had an obligation to help, especially as the future of the clan, this boy in front of you needed you to help him.

“I teach you to swim.”

[fictionalmenxyn]

Don’t mess with the Lieutenant’s, Lieutenant.

Tw:swearing

Walking down the corridor into the canteen, you walked on over towards the new forming queue.

Grabbing a tray and cutlery as you shuffled down the queue. Getting handed your food on the tray you heard a few boys whispering to each other next to you. One whisper yelled “boys, the fit one of here.” And as he said that the two others lead in front to see you in their view.

Grabbing a drink and paying on card, you headed towards a table with Gaz and Soap. Sitting next to Soap, you spoke “hey fellas” Gaz asked “hey, how did the training go with the new ones?” You nodded and spoke “good, some better than others, some needed to keep their gobs shut, but it went well.”

Soap raised and eyebrow and asked “what did you mean by that?” You answered “just boys being boys and they did it earlier, in the queue.” He nodded and joked “Ghost isn’t gunna be happy.” You chuckled and agreed “yeah, I can’t lie, I want him to catch them doing it.” You and the two men laugh as you eat and have a conversation.

A few moment after eating, you were talking to the two men sat with you. Then all of a sudden a bang erupted from your table. As two boys practically jumped onto the table. The one standing spoke “hey, miss” you asked “can I help you, boys?” One spoke “yeah, I need help with something in my room. Somethings wrong with my cupboard” the other one sitting down added “yeah, could you bend down to fix it, it’s the bottom draw.” You rolled your eyes subtly as the boys snickered.

You remarked “you should be grown men, go fix it yourselves.” The boys spoke “but you need to do it I can’t do it.” You said “boys I’m not stupid. Now go before you get on my bad side.” The boys giggled and spoke “oo, miss has a bad side.”

As you stood up, you watched the fear on their faces. You then felt a large presence behind you. Knowing it was Ghost you spoke “want to repeat what you just said?” The boys shook their head and Ghost spoke “alright Love?” You turned around and smiled while saying “yeah, just a couple of boys being boys.” Ghost looked at them and said “are they causing you trouble? Cause if they are I can-” You turned to them and spoke “yes, but I got this.” You spoke “boys, as a lieutenant. I want you three to lap the running track forty times. Real men know never to disrespect women or sexualise them. If you don’t do the forty laps I’ll get Captain to have a word with you. Then he’ll punish you way worse than I have. Now go.” They all nodded and got up.

Looking at Ghost he spoke “surprised you didn’t go nuts on them.” You laughed and said “gotta learn to have patience, havent I?” He chuckled lowly and pulled you in for a hug.

No matter if it was a small issue or a massive problem. Never mess with the lieutenant’s, lieutenant.

[sofya-fanfics]

Hot Chocolate

I got inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting​​​’s December Prompts : hot chocolate.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : Katsuki walked into the coffee shop and ordered hot chocolate. Once his purchase was made, he left the coffee shop. He rolled his eyes when he saw Mina and Eijiro approaching. Of course, someone had to see him with a cup decorated with Christmas patterns in his hands.

“What are you doing here ?” Eijiro asked. “I thought you didn't like chocolate.” 

“It's because you bought it for the one you love,” Mina said with a teasing smile.

Katsuki blushed, but did not deny it.

Disclaimer : My Hero Academia belongs to Kōhei Horikoshi.

@creativepromptfills​

AO3 / FF.NET

Katsuki looked at the coffee shop queue and sighed in annoyance. It looked like it was going all the way across the street. It had been like that every day since the establishment had been selling their special Christmas hot chocolate. Katsuki now preferred to buy his coffee somewhere else and he had decided to wait for the end of the holidays to return to this coffee shop and avoid the crowds. But for once, he had done an exception.

“I'm sorry Kacchan. I didn't know there would be so many people.”

Katsuki glanced at Izuku, who was smiling at him, embarrassed. Of course there were more people than usual, thought Katsuki who restrained himself from rolling his eyes, it was the weekend.

“It's okay,” he said. “We don't have class today, we have time.”

Izuku nodded and smiled. Earlier, he asked Katsuki if he wanted to go with him to the coffee shop to buy Christmas hot chocolate. Their whole class was talking about it, but Izuku had not had time to buy one yet. He was really excited to taste this amazing drink as Mina called it. Katsuki had agreed to go with him. He had never liked hot chocolate, but he had thought that for once he could buy a coffee there. After all, it was not like he had anything else to do. The queue moved and they entered the coffee shop.

******

The bell rang the end of class. Katsuki put his books in his bag, eager to get back to the dorm to relax and to forget about those equations that had been giving him a headache for the past hour. He heard Izuku telling Tenya and Ochaco that he wanted to go back to the coffee shop. Since he tasted the Christmas hot chocolate, Izuku was like all the students in their class and swore by this drink. Katsuki rose from his chair and approached him.

“I'll go with you,” he said.

Izuku opened his eyes wide. He knew he did not like hot chocolate and that he quickly lost patience in a queue. He would never have believed that Katsuki would offer to accompany him a second time.

“Are you sure Kacchan ?”

“I need caffeine.”

Izuku could not help smiling and followed Katsuki out of the classroom.

******

Katsuki blew into his hands to warm up. He looked up at the sky, wondering if it was going to snow. He was in the coffee shop queue, hoping that he could buy their Christmas hot chocolate and go back to the dorm as soon as possible. He had to stop himself with all his might not to explode into the crowd.

Izuku had injured his arms during his training to control the One For All. Even if he had been able to leave the infirmary to return to his room. He was exhausted and his injuries hurt him. Katsuki thought that a hot chocolate would comfort him a little.

He walked into the coffee shop and ordered hot chocolate. Once his purchase was made, he left the coffee shop. He rolled his eyes when he saw Mina and Eijiro approaching. Of course, someone had to see him with a cup decorated with Christmas patterns in his hands.

“What are you doing here ?” Eijiro asked. “I thought you didn't like chocolate.”

“It's because you bought it for the one you love,” Mina said with a teasing smile.

Katsuki blushed, but did not deny it. Ever since he learned the origin of Izuku's quirk, they spent a lot of time together. Their relationship had always been complicated and Katsuki knew he was responsible for it. Even if at first his feelings were confused, he eventually understood that he was in love with Izuku. And all he wanted right now was to make him smile again.

******

Katsuki knocked on Izuku's door and open it when he told him to come in. He was sitting on his bed and he was holding his arm against him. Despite the fact that he was smiling at him, Katsuki could see that he was still in pain.

“Kacchan, is everything okay ?”

Katsuki nodded. He approached him and handed him the hot chocolate.

“I came to give you this.”

Izuku opened his eyes wide.

“Did you buy me hot chocolate ?”

“You don't have to take it if you don't want it.”

Izuku shook his head and took the cup. He took a sip.

“This is delicious ! Thanks Kacchan.”

“I'll let you rest.”

He was about to leave when Izuku grabbed his hand.

“If you want, you can stay a little longer.”

Katsuki nodded and sat down on the edge of the bed. They stayed together the rest of the day, enjoying each other's presence, their hands still linked.

The end

[warriorteam1924]

update

hello my lovelies, i hope you're all doing fine ^^ I apologize for my absence and my quite long silence here. I happen to be very busy :

My family has demanded a lot of time lately, and they are my priority....

My professional life is moving a bit, with differents projects and opportunities that i'm trying to catch as i see them....

I've got my boyfriend and since we are long distanced, it's sometimes hard to plan things properly, given both our schedules....

I'm also very close to my former classmates and we (virtually) spend time together....

I try to find time for myself as well, cause i kinda need a mental balance as well to handle all of this....

Maybe some of you won't really understand this, but i've also seen a lot of negativity on tumblr lately, more particularly in the Queen fandom. And this wasn't pleasant to come around to see people complaining about the lack of this or the way people didn't interact with them the way they used to, when the Queen fandom was really "alive". The Queen fandom has been alive for over 40 years. The movie BR did make the flame brighter, but it's always been there. As a matter of fact, the lack of interaction from people on my content doesn't change a thing, since i've never been part of the popular blogs on this platform. I started shyly, with an empty blog. Oh right, maybe you also should give people a chance of coming out of their shell before threatening to block them because their blogs are empty.... I know bots are annoying folks, but come on. Patience is something that we all can learn and share.... Anyways, i didn't want to make a negative post myself, but it seems to be the case. I'm not blaming anyone, just stating facts. I'm going to try to get back to a usual queueing system, because i know sharing your content is also important. I can't promise i will read very quickly, but i will try. and i also will try to answer your lovely private messages really soon.... thank you for your understanding and your patience. And thank you for taking time to read this. See you real soon i hope ^^ take care my beauties, love you all 💖💜

[line-of-fire]

🖕 A headcanon relating to anger

From here! || Accepting!

So I love this so fucking much?? Perfect rambling material so hey, bonus content outside of the main timeline!

The most important thing to know is that Pixie has never been an angry person- far from it. Ever since she was young, she's always been this earnest, kind, idealistic person that just had so much patience and hope for the world. There wasn't ever really room in her heart for anger without legitimate justification.

And that's still true, to a certain extent. That's still who she is at her core, even if it's gone into hiding in a sense over the years as a result of her experiences. But even now, she's still difficult to really anger. Like I said, she's naturally incredibly patient, and at this point she's got a strong handle on her emotions, or at the very least letting them show, anger included.

But, there's still certain topics that shorten that fuse for her. Certain things she's still furious over, although more towards herself than anyone else. After all, she didn't sign those enlistment papers to kill, not originally. No, she signed her name on those dotted lines to make a difference, to help how she could.

Shitty parenting, either hearing about it or seeing the effects of it in others is a major one. It's a combination of her own strained relationship with her parents, as well as the fact that she's a mother herself, although with limited contact with her own daughter, and honestly I could go on about that situation, and I think I may have already done so in a previous post or one that's been put in the queue.

The other 'main' onse that can consistently get to her are just fucking with mechanics and truck drivers and their equipment. She has a lot of respect for them, and because of her own convoy-related trauma, she takes equipment maintenance incredibly seriously. As well as just, seeing young 'kids' (in her eyes anyone younger than 24) in the military.

And then there's the survivors guilt, her anger towards herself for not doing more, for her failure in saving her friends in a situation where none of them were in control.

And in a way, it extends to the Forgotten Soldier verse where all of the above holds true, with certain additions.

There, well, the simplest way to put it is that she's given much more to be angry about. And she is. Without a doubt. But she's kept a handle on it, for the sake of keeping up the appearance of being mentally fit for duty. Her rage is more directed towards her abandonment, how she was left for dead out of pure pettiness by somebody that was supposed to have her back. And how that "death" was covered up by her brother being murdered when he learned the truth. But, several years later, the anger has morphed into a certain bitterness she keeps behind closed doors.

The one constant throughout all this is the simple fact that bottled-up anger is much more dangerous than the anger that's addressed in a timely manner, given appropriate outlets. Because when that fuse is burned up, Pixie's anger is feral. Especially if she believes in her heart that whoever on the other end of it deserves the pain that comes with it. When she stops holding back, she stops holding back, and for anyone that knows her it's genuinely a little terrifying. An angry Pixie who's let herself go isn't somebody you want to be in front of or even next to.

The only exception is the Shadow Company timeline/AU. Phoenix is naturally a more angry person after the amnesia, and it's reflective of her more unstable mental state. Much of it can be seen as sort of 'echoes' from her experiences prior to the amnesia, but it's compounded by her anger over her memories and her past being stripped from her. And towards herself for not truly being able to get past that past that she wants to set aside in favor of her new identity that she's fought to forge and define for herself. She's also got a bit of a quicker temper as Phoenix, but in all honesty, it can be partially attributed to same brain injury that resulted in her amnesia.

[hibernationsuit]

weirdly specific questions for patience!!! ^_^ hehe.. 1, 2, 6 (your choice!), 8, 9, 11, 12, 13, 15, 21, 25, 28, 30, 32, 35, 42, 50, 52, 54, 55... hehe so many i know... <3 couldn't help myself i like these questions

HELP I LOVE THIS ASK EHEHEHE <3

1./ What’s the lie your character says most often?

Honestly, probably that she definitely agrees with how workers are treated in Halcyon. She can see that it's wrong, and it's also one of the reasons she went away from the human resources job. But saying that she doesn't agree with them is definitely a death sentence, especially when you're working for The Board 😔

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

She sees anyone she's talked to abt non-work related things and has had a fun time with a friend and calls them that <3

6. What's their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

I'm gonna go with favorite self made drink sjfjjffk

Something she really loves is the Mock Apple Fizzy Tea mixed with Spectrum Blue Vodka, purpleberry jam and some sugar. It creates a somewhat purple drink with a funny taste and she calls it Dusk.

The reason why she's never recommended it before is that her friends prefer to just drink things from the bar or don't drink.

8. How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Not loose at all 😭 She's only said it once because she feels it requires So Many Things to say that she just feels overwhelmed by it :(

9. Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

Gentle love to both!!!! 🥺

11. If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

A funny story from her childhood and what happened! She climbed on a tree at some point and fell down from it. Nothing got broken. BUT what most don't know is right after she fell, a mock apple fell right next to her sjfbnfgnfjfb

12. What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

Ridiculously funny stories from people's work. Alicia loves telling one where she was running around the building looking for That One Printer that had her papers, but with every printer she visits the story gets funnier. The first one was broken, the second one was printing someone's 200 page report, third one had a sticker paper stuck because said printer wasn't design to create stickers, the fourth one had some missing pages from someone's nsfw-ish fanfiction about the chairman (she ran out of the printer room so quick). Finally, the eighth printer had what she needed, but only printed half of it bc it didn't have enough ink JFBNFBFKGXN

Patience loves that story very much <3

13. When do they fake a smile? How often?

Inappropriate jokes by high status people. She can't risk looking like she's against them bc that can be dangerous 😭

15. What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

She's always loud and outgoing everywhere else but home. Not because there's rarely ever someone to talk to, but because she simply feels different when she's all alone and has nothing to do :0

21. What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

QUEUEING. she's impatient and wants to get somewhere as soon as possible andjjfjfkefkf

She does follow it most of the time, but sometimes she just doesn't care.

25. What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

Halcyon's Human Resources laws and practices (6 different books) are forever in her mind ajfjkfkfkf she learned them perfectly. OH also!!! teacup canid medicine skfjffkgk

28. What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

Patience tells people she wants to have a good, stable life. What she actually wants is something adventurous, she gets bored easily :')

30. When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

The guilt is definitely stronger when on work bc. well. she's a mercenary.

She tends to talk abt her personal guilt quite easily so she barely ever stresses abt it.

32. If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

Littering bc the trash bin is too far 😔

35. What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Pushing someone's canid bc it was blocking the way and didnmt respond to commands 😭

42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

How to take care of yourself when you're working in a really stressful field. The title would probably be smth like "Self Care for Dummies" KFKGNKCCK

50. What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

Worker's rights ajdkgrkfkgkf I like working policy which is why i also find tow "funny" bc it lets my social scientist brain analyze it sm. But like, while Patience does not always agree with the Board, she still feels partly like that.

52. Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Immediate emotions! Who needs facts. I mean yeah, there are situations where she might need to check the facts, but most of the time she just does whatever feels right at that moment.

54. What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

Depends on the situation but most of the time it's fight, with some fawn mixed in.

55. What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

PAPERWORK. she hates it so much skdkkfggnfn she'd definitely be throwing pencils at roof out of boredom like Mulder in x-files if the roof was like that.

weirdly specific questions

[thehoundwrites]

Responding to the recent post Grayson and a breeding kink 😌💋

Nsfw 18+ Minors Do not interact

CW: nsfw, p in v raw, breeding kink, Graysons a gentle Dom, oral (f receiving)

Note: Grayson has a dick, Fem!reader

Words: 800+

Her hands get rougher, at the mention of it. She has you on her lap her hands tracing your bare back, eyelids hung low as she looked up at you. Perched perfectly on her thighs, your hands tangled in her hair, your chests hung heavy panting as you pull away for air.

She could feel the butterflies in your stomach escaping you. You were throbbing against thighs, which she could feel even beneath the thick fabric of her uniform.

Her soft hands found their way to your hips pulling your waist down to press your core against hers, her hips pushed upwards into you while still pulling you into her.

"you want me, so bad dont you sweetness"

Her soft lips pressing beneath your ear lobe, leaving a trail of wet kisses lower. You moved your head up for her and then watched as she lowered herself to kiss across your collar bone, your hips squirmed trying to match her rhythm on your own.

"Please baby, I need you"

Her breath was hot against you skin as she replied "I know baby, Im gonna fill you up as soon as I'm done tasting you"

You whimpered your hips attempting to wiggle free from her, "oh baby, you really need my cum don't you? Such a filthy thing for a pretty girl like you." Her smirk couldn't grow wider as she pulled herself free from her pants then shifting and unbuttoning more buttons of her uniform shirt so that her black lace bra poked out, you helped position yourself so the head of her cock was poking into you.

You felt a tightness in your chest, as she held onto your hips pushing you as painfully slow as she could.

"sh sh sh, you can take it my love, you're such a good girl for me aren't you?"

She guided you down taking her as deep as you can, with enough force that you could've swore you felt her in your stomach.

"Fuck Gray, you're so deep"

Her gentle touch found it's way up to your cheeks as you began to grind against her, her own hips following if only to please you.

Your arms wrapped around her neck and you kissed around her face as you rode her. "Fuck baby youre gonna milk me if you keep it up" you could hear the shakiness of her voice already.

Her eyes watched you for a moment more before lifting you just enough to slip you so that she could move the two of you into a better position. Your back was on the couch and her above you. "Turn around my love" her eyes maintained contact with yours and you didn't want to disappoint her. You turned arching your back, with your elbows pressed into her couch and her cock poking at your pussy from behind.

You felt her rub your clit with it before prodding at your entrance, and shoving it in slowly but harshly. The new angle reaching spots you couldn't as she stretched you out.

"Mm baby you're so pretty like this, I can't wait to watch my cum drip out of your pretty little pussy"

Her hips pressed in and out, moving herself around from different angles until she found the spot that made you moan the loudest.

You couldn't help but to press back into her, you needed her and she always gave you whatever you needed.

"Your gonna take it all aren't you angel?" She asked you could only muffle your whine into your forearm as she picked up her pace, thrusting in and out of you just as she learned you love, you could feel your stomach tighten so if course she could too, you heard a gasp as she lowered herself more pulling you deeper on her. "Cum for me my love, then I'll fill you up as much as you want"

You couldn't hide your moans anymore, and she kept enticing you to cum, and finally you did and she let you ride it out before flipping you, her arms now at the sides of your head. She lifted your hips to position herself and started thrusting faster and harder, she lowered her lips to meet the skin of your forehead.

"do you want my cum darling?"

You nodded your eyes wide as you wrapped your arms around her neck pulling her closer.

"please cum inside me"

She groaned pulling away from your arms, and grabbed your hips pulling you into her with her thrusts, you could feel her thighs tense and you wrapped your legs around her waste. It felt warm, filling you up completely, a loud groan escaped Grayson as her cum dribbled down your legs, and she fucked it deeper inside of you.

"c'mon take it baby, take it, take it"

You heard her breaths get louder as she pulled out letting more cum pour out, you whimpered wanting her back inside but you felt her tongue on your clit and you melted. Completely over stimulated all you could do was moan her name as she ate her cum out of you.

[ivy72376]

LEARNING DEEPLY, December 1-31, 2022

Here's a new year thought and challenge to us, Bible-believing Christians, something counter-cultural, almost bordering on faith deconstruction:

When our Savior said, "to give and lend without expecting in return", because our God is a Person too, whom we believe think and feel the same way we do, can we also expect it of our tithes and offerings that we give to our churches and congregations today, and our donations for other causes?

(Because if we are truly blessed, we are not just recipients, but channels of grace, with almost nothing left for ourselves, but to pass on every little blessing to the next person; we are rivers of living water, not a stagnant pond, lake, nor the Dead Sea, and living is best done fulfilling that purpose.)

#BeingRiversOfLivingWater

#CallMeRioIvy

Like Caleb, who wholly followed the Lord, may we too allow our beliefs and convictions to bear fruit in our lives; by treating others with respect and consideration, by not only connecting with them when we need funds and favors, but to truly care about other people's issues and concerns, their needs and situations, while keeping a wholesome distance, respecting boundaries and not being unnecessarily nosy... For kindness and concern may have less visible markers than lots and boundaries, but it is nonetheless real; and if we have to show we care, we act without saying much, we give without expecting anything in return, we support and encourage without patronizing, we are honest and truthful and not gaslight, and if anybody asks, we render generously to those deserving, with added wisdom and loving rebuke to those who need it most...

#Joshua13and14

#HappyDecember31

One of the reasons I love doing the grocery is because one learns a lot, and is able to immediately confirm so... Like a quick and casual convo during our queue at the supermarket CR a few days ago, where some elder Moms are saying that in the two-cubicle room with only one that is functioning, regular and prompt maintenance should be done... They then compared the store to the bigger one with a wider store area, more stocks, and definitely more comfort room cubicles... But then immediately followed it up by saying they would always choose to shop at the smaller store because it is brighter, cleaner, stocks are well-arranged, and the store area itself smells good, while implying that the bigger store is completely the opposite... And we all nodded our heads knowingly... But this does not apply to these stores though, for as stated by management experts for several years now, it is not the price nor quantity, but the customer experience that is the selling point... So that whatever product one is offering, be it a tangible good or service, however cheap or costly, quality is established by how satisfied the customer feels, which come not from being treated as exclusive VIPs or being given high-end brands, but even for ordinary, unnamed, irregular customers, to be afforded equal respect, dignity and courtesy... May we learn and live addressing these needs in our daily lives, especially in our interactions with other people too...

#FridaySupermarketLearn12302022

History is always written by the victors, and so we never know how the victims and casualties felt; that even though they believe differently and belong to a different culture, they too may have dreams, have families and friends they care deeply about, and would have wanted to live in a better world, and face a better future... Such is the irony of the Good Book, that also unabashedly records evil and destruction... So therefore, may we not lose the lesson: that cruelty and evil does not pay, that mercy and compassion will always save the day, that rather than being 100% literal, we learn instead from the motivations, the thoughts, emotions, actions, lusts and desires of the ancient peoples, in order for us now to act more mature, with humility and wisdom, with faith, patience and endurance, and that we might share and live at peace with one and all, regardless of gender, nationality, belief and conviction...

#Joshua11and12

#HappyDecember30

It seems offensive and deconstructive to learn that in the formation of the legacy of our faith, the ancient fathers went on a genocidal rampage... But these are not unique in the annals of history; for apart from Christianity and Judaism, other faiths also were recorded to have gone through such oppressive and shameful, immoral and violent eras... Yet, one lesson should not be lost: that with wisdom and humility, peace can be attained, such as that initiated by the princes of Gibeon, and that faithful allies can indeed help save the day against more powerful enemies... To our modern culture, we rightfully denounce the culture of violence and greed; but may we always uphold what is true, good, just and right, and endeavor to keep the peace...

#Joshua09and10

#HappyDecember29

Genocide, no matter and especially if justified as religiously mandated, is always evil... And even if the word says that in this case, the destruction of Ai and mass killing of its people has heavenly sanction, yet, it comes at a great price... For anything done with greed, complacency, pride and selfishness, will always have lasting tragic consequences... Events and periods in history like that mentioned in these passages are by no means unique and even now is still happening in all parts of the world, but may we not lose the greater lessons unsaid: that life can only be meaningful if lived according to the will if our Creator, that we be concerned with the needs of others as we take care of our own, that we do not discriminate but be hospitable both to our kin and strangers, that in whatever aspect of life, we consistently remain humble and respectful, sensitive to the will of our God, and quick and courageous to do whatever is right and just...

#Joshua07and08

#HappyDecember28

Especially to our modern-day perspective, taking other people's lands and lives is evil and wrong; yet it seems that many today, like some narcissistic leaders and powerful people, may still have been stuck in such ancient and outdated mindsets... And so we learn the greater lesson of the second great circumcision operation and the taking of Jericho; that no matter how much we have accumulated for ourselves things, wealth, fame, status and people, in one fell swoop, when we least expect it, they can all be taken away, regardless of whether we believe the one taking them be deserving or not... May we realize that we are mere stewards, and whatever our hands find to do, whatever may be the fruit of our labors, are not something to brag about or feel ourselves great in; for our whole duty consists in using those things to support our families and loved ones, to care and help our less privileged fellow man, to remain humble and responsible, in replenishing creation and making this world better... In spite of the challenges, may we still continue to prove ourselves faithful, diligent and true...

#Joshua05and06

#HappyDecember27

The ark and the river stones... Like in Joshua's time, we today will also know if we have aligned ourselves with the One greater than all, if we have established His Covenant in our hearts, treating it preciously and faithfully, and putting it on a special pedestal over our lives like the Ark, taking care that none of our greed, pride, selfishness and sense of entitlement rule and reign above that of doing our best to fulfill His will, and making sure that our sensitivity, our care and concern for others manifest in good manners, in courtesy and respect whether by word or deed, or by giving thanks, acknowledgement and recognition to whom these are due and at the right time... For that is how we can tell our future generation when they ask what our faith and tradition means, whatever these may be; that these are not done for show, for likes, for status or just simply to make ourselves feel good... For like the Jordan River stones, our deeds and words, their rewards, and their effects on others, will be etched in stone and last beyond our lifetimes; so that even if we ask forgiveness for offenses, there is forgiveness, but there will always be eternal consequences... May we live our days being careful and pondering our every word and deed, whether by commission or negligence, omission or forgetfulness...

#Joshua03and04

#HappyDecember26

Quite a lot of people are crowding around the gate of a rich man's house this morning, eagerly waiting for the promised rice dole-outs... Not saying much here, but to borrow and appropriate a cousin's shared post on waiting for Mary's water to break before doing the Christmas shopping... Please, if we must be charitable, let's not wait until Mary's post-partum to help put food on the table of our poor and indigent neighbors, the so-called informal settlers that we consider an eyesore 364 days of the year... Because true generosity is timely and relevant...

#HaveAMerryChristmasMorning

Being strong and of good courage, come not from the status, position, nor the appointed or elected office... For as in Joshua's case, as an example for all humanity, it is daily meditation, deep understanding and faithful obedience of the law, whether that be spiritual, secular or civil and political... For understanding and obedience, far from being brainless and coercive, are actually the test of faith and conviction... One may have all the trappings of beauty and wealth, or even the illusion of intelligence and qualifications, but the one most deserving is one who is diligently law-abiding, not for fear of punishment or retribution, but as a fruit of the heart that is inherently loving, generous, caring and concerned of all life and accountabilities, of life's greater purpose and design, and of the One who breathed life to us all... May we be proven faithful and true, may we be proven obedient and wise...

#Joshua01and02

#HappyDecember25

The blessing and the settlement... One knows that one has received something good and lasting, if apart from the joy and gladness, there is peace and acceptance: that though we might be in places, in statuses and situations, and with people whom we want and love, at times, these will not be enough to stop us from feeling lonely and nostalgic and sad... For dwelling in safety in these passages comes with dwelling alone, like the proverbial loneliness of being lonely on top... Still, if we can settle our hearts to accept and make do with what life has given, beyond this season and beyond, we will realize that what we have and will be blessed with in the future come not only for our hopes and efforts, but because who we are being built up to be will soon meet the challenge of becoming the greater person that we are destined to become... And so, whether the realization of our hopes and dreams lie in this present life in the form of being settled and spending our days with our worthy companions, or even beyond it to eternity, we can have deep and lasting peace that when the dust of confusion and pride are settled, we are always at the right time, and the right place, and with the right people...

#deuteronomy33and34

#HappyDecember24

To live strong and of good courage, is to run counter to the culture of our time: that upholds fame and wealth as measures of success rather than a generous life; that promotes unhealthy body shapes and sizes as desirable rather than a joyful and prayerful attitude; that puts a premium on looks, on financial prosperity and social connections, rather than humility and spiritual and emotional growth; that prioritizes people's affirmation more than truth, wisdom, understanding and discernment, peace and love... As we all approach the twilight of our years, may we not waste each moment by passing on to the next generation, the virtues and good characters we try so hard but fail to live by, and in humility, to acknowledge our own inadequacies that they may learn from our mistakes... Like Moses who learned to let go when it was the right time, may we learn to let go of the spotlight we shine on ourselves, and let our God alone be glorified in how our lives have become...

#Deuteronomy31and32

#HappyDecember23

To see and hear, and not ignore... Just as our Savior also said later that from those who were given much, much is demanded, so also like the ancient Israelites, from those of us who have been blessed with wisdom, with a good education, with material means, with abilities and talents, it is demanded and considered a lifelong and worthy call to give back and be part of something greater... One hears of the phrase, "active concern"; and we learn that no matter how good and qualified we think we may be, how high in our careers and levels of society we may go, however much and many wealth, connections, relationships, degrees and certifications we may have received, these are all worthless if we cannot even give a moment of our time to teach and encourage, to give clarity and wisdom, to stand up for truth, justice and right... May we heed our God's call to choose life, to choose obedience and goodness, to care and be actively concerned, so that our life's journey will not be meaningless, but rather be filled with warmth and light, with hope and joy, grace and love...

#Deuteronomy29and30

#HappyDecember22

The blessing and cursing are really vivid, raw, wonderful and terrible in these passages... Unfortunately for many of us, we think they only apply to ancient Israel, when in fact today, people around the world are experiencing them too, which speaks of their universality... May we learn that greed, corruption and wickedness does not pay; and though we may condescend, flatter, or cover up our selfish, envious and cruel acts and intents, but we reap the effects nonetheless... For no matter how high or far we may go in life, we share the same mortal fate with those lower than us whom we abuse, oppress or take advantage of: we are all accountable to our Maker, and equal in His eyes, and it is best we heed His words and conduct our affairs in honesty, in goodness, in truth, in peace and love...

#Deuteronomy27and28

#HappyDecember21

Strange as some ancient customs may seem to us today, but at the heart of all laws and ordinances is to remind people to live with justice and fairness, and to treat each one with dignity, respect and equity... However, goodness cannot really be mandated, because it is innate, and because it is a choice, regardless of laws and penalties... May we be people who do good from the heart, not just for show, who respect other people's rights and boundaries because we genuinely care and not because we fear the repercussions of our offenses... For being humane cannot be expressed in flattery or condescension, but in the way we speak, what we say and the message we put forth, how we respect other people's time and effort and their situations... Because life is not all about us, but about each and every one of us in equal, lowly standing before our God and Maker...

#Deuteronomy25and26

#HappyDecember20

Rather than misinterpreting these passages as an ancient God's discrimination against people with disabilities, or those less able, or socially and civilly ostracized and disadvantaged in life, one may choose to understand His aversion to willfull mutilations, and avoidable situations that demean anyone's personhood... For indeed, one must, as far as it is within our power, take care of our bodies and members, that we may be in the best condition to worship Him and serve and take care of our fellowman... For in the succeeding passages, He commands justice, generosity and right, regardless of who we are, our gender and nationality... May we learn to accept and live the truth, that fulfilling the purpose of our existence means that we always deal fairly and honestly, to respect each other's rights and persons, to remain humble and giving, to encourage and give hope, to stand up against oppression and abuse, to defend what is right and just, and to spend the rest of our days in courage and persistence; that no matter the trials and difficulties, we remain steadfast, strong, full of inspiration and joy, faith and love...

#Deuteronomy23and24

#HappyDecember19

Proper boundaries... Good thing that we are not anymore living now like the ancients, where any offense on infraction to boundaries and morals are meted with death... However, the effects of such offenses by no means have decreased in severity, for always, any act of disrespect, disregard, insensitivity, favoritism and nepotism, lasciviousness and instigation, are always demeaning and offensive, destructive to character and hope, ruinous to morals and good relationships... May we learn to respect each other's healthy boundaries, and conduct ourselves in dignity and honor, in love, peace and grace...

#Deuteronomy21and22

#HappyDecember18

Living with honor, dignity and respect takes humility and courage... For a naturally humble and brave person, full of wisdom and love, respects other people's issues and concerns, their time and effort, their potentials, preferences and dreams... While the proud one is ignorant and stupid, only looking out for itself, considering itself more superior, entitled and privileged, over-estimating its capabilities and qualifications, too greedy and selfish for recognition and rewards... May we learn from the ancients, from history, from our very own lives: that pride goes before destruction and fall, but that humility and courage, aside from being their own rewards, bear fruit in building up other people's lives and keeps their souls too...

#Deuteronomy19and20

#HappyDecember17

No prior presumptions... May all our dealings with our God and others be fair and just, honest and true, full of wisdom, goodness, hope and love, and bear much fruit... For presuming we are the only one special, entitled and privileged, smacks of ignorance and stupidity, and is the prime recipe for comeuppance and downfall... But like what was written long ago, those that remain humble yet fights for what's right, will always find a lasting legacy, their dreams and good futures come to pass, the good message and word enriching their lives, a truer understanding and acceptance, more true friends and more loyal companions through life...

#Deuteronomy17and18

#HappyDecember16

Generosity is the true measure of a person... How we manage and dispense with the things entrusted to us--whether they be material or temporal, spiritual and intangible, even our very lives and the things we most value--tells a lot about our eternal destiny... For a closed and greedy hand, a selfish spirit that disregards the needs and concerns of others in favor of its own, excusing itself as too busy or that there is never enough time, will only find that their most prized possessions become like quicksilver in their hands; while the generous hand, brave enough to open itself up, to let go and give, to consider that other people may have more pressing and weightier matters, and that they can actually and will help, even just in the giving of knowledge, truth, comfort and hope, will find that what they want and need most will be more than amply provided for, and will be added unto it, blessing, love and well-wishes from good and well-meaning friends and loved ones... May every day be a day of jubilee for us, and may we learn to give, to love, to encourage, to bring peace and hope and joy...

#Deuteronomy15and16

#HappyDecember15

The God we know, and what's inside of us... Thankfully, our Savior opened our eyes to the truth, that it is not what goes inside of us that makes us unclean, but what comes out--in words and deeds... For we may claim to be religious, spiritual, holy, knowledgeable and qualified; but lacking the actions motivated by genuine mercy, truth and honesty, peace, joy, love and grace, we are merely empty gongs, unemotional robots in life, without substance, right minds and judgments... Indeed, it is not what we claim to have and believe, what we have achieved and accumulated that defines our lives; but we find meaning, purpose and fulfillment, if our faith and belief bear fruit through us, in blessing and encouraging others, in responsible stewardship of life and creation, in making this world better than when we first came to it...

#Deuteronomy13and14

#HappyDecember14

It could have been better, nicer, happier; we could have been more complete... But the Christmas that is now, because we're still alive healthy and hopeful, will always be the best...

#HappyHolidays

A blessing and a curse... Because wherever on earth we choose to settle, we always live in community: accountable to our Maker, and responsible towards our fellowman and families... And how life turns out to be is a direct effect of these; for we might struggle so much in life, to rise economically, socially and materially, to gain degrees and qualifications, to receive awards and recognitions, to put ourselves above others and claim superiority and mastery, yet, we are a failure if we cannot even teach our children respect and good manners, if we cannot be truthful and honest, if we let greed, pride and envy rule our motives and perspectives... Therefore, a blessing and a curse only awaits--the blessing to one who remains humble, tolerant, transparent, understanding and patient, while the curse to one who thinks too highly of themselves to believe that they could do no wrong and that there is no need for them to consider other people's issues and situations yet insist that they be indulged, accommodated and entitled to privilege at every turn...

#Deuteronomy11and12

#HappyDecember13

Worthy of the Word... Just like the ancient Israelites to whom the Ten Commandments were given, have to prove themselves worthy of the word and law they have received from God, in our time today too, in a time that we claim to be socially and technologically advanced, we need to prove worthy of the education, the degree and certification, the knowledge and skill we have received: by living lives that uphold truth and justice, respect for people's basic rights and boundaries, consideration for each other's needs, issues and situations... For wisdom is proved right by its actions, even to our acceptance and care, support and encouragement of those whom we believe are weaker and under-privileged... For it is how we act towards the least of us that shows our love and respect for our God... For how can we claim to believe in His Name whom we cannot perceive but only imagine, to be called as His people, if we cannot be truthful, respectful, honest, humble, transparent and accountable with those with whom we can see and commune with everyday?...

#Deuteronomy09and10

#HappyDecember12

God's great transformation is in how we understand Him... Are we to believe that the same God our Savior and the apostles proclaim in the New Testament to show no favoritism is the same One who espouses intolerance against those who believe differently and observe age-old culture and traditions separate from the One He just recently declared to ancient Israel on record?... The thought alone speaks of spiritual and philosophical deconstruction which any believer lacking in maturity and wisdom would be shattered by... Yet if we can understand that sometimes His words get misinterpreted and twisted to suit the pride, greed and selfishness of some of His so-called messengers, we begin to see behind the layers of programs, canons, creeds, traditions, observances, holidays and ordinances that cloud and cover His heart and true message: that He is good, that His mercy is everyday new and enduring, that He wants us to live the good life according to His terms (that unburdenly demand humility, respect for others, honesty, accountability for our lives and the lives of others, selflessness, generosity, genuine concern and care for the weak among us, and gratitude for everything life and creation has to offer); then we realize that this is the same God, proclaiming in words each generation can only understand, grasp and relate to in their era, but collectively manifesting His great hand of mercy and compassion, hope and encouragement and joy, leading to persistence and endurance in the face of trials and tribulations; and if we should choose and accept, we can believe that we will spend eternity not in torment or in forgotten unremembered states, but with Him in glory forever...

#Deuteronomy07and08

#HappyDecember11

Respect is the key... In a time of great troubles and difficulties, in life's everyday challenges, how we manifest respect of God and others show maturity, wisdom, breeding and a good education not just from the academe but the great university of life... Not power-tripping or gaslighting, not demanding entitlements and privileges, not imposing or demanding recognition and acknowledgement, communicating with others clearly and honestly, not throwing our weight around, not thinking that because we think we know better or in a higher career or social position, everyone beneath us must grovel before us and give in immediately to all our demands--all show that we have truly learned, that we are truly actualized, and that we are truly happy and at peace... For when we respect our God, His commands for us to do right and to respect others, and when we consider the needs of others and not impose upon them or demand that they give us immediately what we want, then we do not earn their ire, their derision and cursing, their hate and resentment... And these truly, if we have the wisdom and courage, patience and understanding to uphold and live by, make life for us go well and good...

#Deuteronomy05and06

#HappyDecember10

From where we are, to seek the Lord with all our hearts and souls... Is to recognize that we need not work so hard to impress others with our religiosity, nor do so much each day, each week to show our efforts at trying to appear holy and evangelistic; but to take heed, to spend our moments in quiet wisdom, to live each day in an attitude of gratitude, stillness, peace, and in an essence of confidence that our God fights for us; if we only take heed; if unlike many, we do not let greed, envy, pride, selfishness, and discontent take over us, and we don't let it compel us to fill our hours with trivialities and issues that have no lasting and real value, to the point that love, humility and grace had no more room... May we understand more deeply, what is our real purpose and capabilities, and learn to trust where our Creator and Savior is leading us...

#Deuteronomy03and04

#HappyDecember09

When one fails to learn the lesson of history, one is bound to repeat its mistakes and wrong judgments... Which may be the reason why Moses reminded the people of what went through in their journeys... And which is a good reminder for us today too... May we always keep in mind that stubbornness does not pay, that insisting our opinions are right in the face of overwhelming logic and facts will only prove painful and embarrassing in the end... Let us understand and remember the consequences of our pride and ignorance, and live the rest of our days in humility, circumspect, wisdom, love and gratitude...

#Deuteronomy01and02

#HappyDecember08

The basics of equity... Whether it be in the matter of settlements, offending and taking lives, inheritances and compensations, there is a lot to learn from the ancient tribes; since truth is enduring, and human emotions and concerns remain unchanged throughout history... May we always act with justice and fairness, accountability and mercy, wisdom and grace; so that as we go along in life, as far as it is within our power, each of us receive and give what is properly due and right from and toward each other...

#Numbers35and36

#HappyDecember07

Life nomads... The over-arching goal of my generation and of generations past is to achieve the dream: having a stable job, owning a home, settling... But it seems harder for many now due to the realities of the times, hence, for most, challenges and a call to reordering must be necessarily addressed to survive sane, to thrive, to go on strongly... And we learn of the same dreams in the life of the post-Egyptian-captivity Israelites too, albeit at the cost of taking lands already inhabited by others of a different culture... Yet, as criminal as this may seem, one must not miss the lesson that until today, we must all, regardless of nationality and faith, still work hard to establish our inheritance... But this time, not in physical dwellings, but in the collective psyche, commerce and civilization of humanity--that of contributing value, bringing meaning, and providing purpose and direction... Yes, we are life nomads, though many might be settled and in good places, but none Immortal and invincible to live forever and stick to old, outdated, less-informed norms, practices and philosophies... Because only when we move, from the tents of old ways of doing, to the new one of openness, knowledge and wisdom, can we perceive and discern all the manifold goodness and graces our Creator has endowed on those who refuse the inertia of the comfortable and familiar, to one that is constantly challenging, changing and like His boundless mercies, new...

#Numbers33and34

#HappyDecember06

Our sins will find us out... It seems unacceptable that the same God whom our Savior said created all and loved all people, who sent Him for eternal, global salvation, could sanction such state-sponsored genocide as that done to the Midianites; with such acts as models of religious persecutions, wars and genocides done throughout history and until the modern times... Yet the Bible was written by humans, and only God knows and can judge the wisdom and judgment behind such events... But one thing for sure though, that Moses' words should be heeded by us today: that in everything we do, even if we justify it as right and just in the name of fulfilling our mission to proclaim, evangelize and convert others to our beliefs and ways of thinking, if done with dishonesty, abuse, oppression and injustice, is a sin whose effects we reap throughout our generations... Yes, our motivations, our pride and ignorance, our greed and selfishness will find us out, giving us no peace, and giving misery and despair not only in our time but in our children's time too... May every word we say, every deed, every thought be driven only by our love for Him, and by genuine concern that all of creation be taken cared of well, and that no soul, regardless of race, age, gender, beliefs and persuasions be wasted and brought to perdition...

#Numbers31and32

#HappyDecember05

Of offerings, burdens and vows... One really cannot claim to be a believer and just do it for show, for ultimately, the fellowship and community will be found out, discerned and unravel... Likewise, one cannot claim to be good, yet, at every opportunity, only think of what they want, how to promote themselves and their aims, how to impress upon others their so-called moral- or spiritual- or clique/group- or congregational- ascendancy, without considering other people's needs, issues and situations... May we learn to truly live our faith and conviction; so that each time, every moment, what we offer to our God be pure and free of selfish intentions, and what we are that we share to others be free of malice, undue advantage, injustice and greed...

#Numbers29and30

#HappyDecember04

With all the requirements on continual burnt offerings, one would think that the Israelite God in the ancient times did not inform the people on the concept of air pollution and environmental degradation and depletion... Yet, the Bible being written by men, could also fall into a few shortcomings for a seeming lack of universal wisdom in some places, but not enough to diminish its eternal value to change lives and save souls... However, we must remember that the same Being who did not want inheritances go to waste by decreeing that daughters in a family of no sons, and even near kinsmen have equal rights, may be telling us something else... That in our modern times, sacrifices and a reordering of priorities are called for in our relationship with Him, with each other, with wealth and status, and with life itself... That it is only when we truly act with justice and fairness, with honesty and transparency, with wisdom and love, that our faith and person truly finds fulfillment--not in tasks and activities, in the hectic busyness of achieving our goals and dreams... For life must take its course, and in this journey, it is often not our outward acts and achievements that matter, but our hearts, motivations and intents, thoughts and attitudes, and true character that have real weight...

#Numbers27and28

#HappyDecember03

Some would argue in the beginning of these passages, against a harsh and merciless God, who decreed death on intermarriage... But one may soberly reflect that the premise here is whoredom, an ancient word that we come to mean today as premarital sexual relations, unplanned marriages and even pregnancies, and unions not blessed by the community and spiritual leadership... Sadly, though far less harsh and silent, we see the same misery on those who insist on having their own way, marrying into someone they want so much without considering the person's personality, attitude and character; in short, people who insist on stubbornly committing their lifetimes on someone others see and believe are not a good match... Not to discriminate though, but really, my high school teacher was speaking truth when she said, our characters in high school stay with us for life; that no matter how hard we wish for it to be, people will not magically change and develop ambition to level with our selfish and prideful standards, assertiveness and wisdom just because they are already married; and that we must be really careful, and think thousands of times about spending the rest of our days with somebody else... For like each of the ancient Israelite clans, our God values each of our lives as precious; and surely, we can believe that He doesn't want us to spend it in misery and despair for our wrong decisions and judgments, and our blindness and pride, only to suffer loveless, toxic, abusive and unfaithful unions... May we learn that we can't be more careful, and we need to be a million times more careful, when dealing and uniting with another life, another family, another clan...

#Numbers25and26

#HappyDecember02

God does not lie... Even if there be some who only think of Him as an abstract concept, yet, for the many of us who believe, we know and are convinced that God is pure and holy, that He has truth, and always makes good on His promises... May we always abide by His ways; so that no matter how miserable life gets, we can perceive and experience cursing that is turned to blessing, our mournings into dancing, our sorrow into joy... For wherever His spirit dwells, there lies hope, courage, faith, love and peace...

#Numbers23and24#HappyDecember01

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(four out of five are ficlets so under the cut...)

#5

Garcy + I cannot kiss you and I want to.

Usual canon-divergence, pre-relationship, PG-ish, and also on ao3.

The timing is never right.

The timing is never right, and it’s tearing him apart, and to know that there is light at the end of this should be powerful enough but not anymore. Not as the time gets closer, not as she gets closer.

He had memorized the ending portions of her journal before he met the version of her that exists in his timeline – the possibility of parallel universes has occurred to him as a certain explanation, but the version he thinks of as his Lucy has some differences from the alternate version of herself who stopped him from committing a desperate act. She’s more fragile, for one. Has not yet become all that she will be.

And he loves her anyways, and he cannot do a damn thing about it, and perhaps this is some kind of purgatory and he deserves every moment.

A memorized timeline and he still has a year to go, and the waiting gets worse with every passing day, every step closer to this woman who still does not see her power. She has plenty of people on her about her abilities and potential, yes, but it’s more… the inner strength of her, the patience on the long days and bad nights, the fact that she has never given up on him even when he was unforgivably terrible to her and still she-

Flynn has never been a great believer in the idea of soulmates, and fate as a more general concept didn’t make sense to him until his previous life was torn away, but there is something deeply comforting in knowing that there is still a future ahead of him and every bit of it is wrapped up in this tiny damaged woman who in turn will go supernova because of his faith in her. They save each other. That was the last part of the journal, followed only by a set of words no version of her would understand the significance of unless he had loved her and-

The timing isn’t right yet, but he still looks at her and wants to know what she feels like in his arms for purely emotional reasons, what she tastes like, how she would move over him and-

He is brought out of his distracted state with her hand on his shoulder, and he realizes that he cannot remember what he is trying to read or anything else around him but her.

“Something wrong?” she asks, and he has made progress as a person these past few months in particular but there is still a unique purity to her worries and he-

“You shouldn’t be so close.”

She glances away for a moment and he can feel the unspoken thought of here-we-go-again and yes he knows it is a certain kind of improper to inflict his wayward emotions on a woman with no real obligation to handle them but is it truly wrong if they are in balance on this, if she does the same in return as often as she does, if she-

“What did I do now?” and oh the sadness in her voice, her wide eyes, this tragic woman who has been treated like a mistake too many times and-

“The timing isn’t…”

“Timing for what, exactly?”

Hell with this, he’s never been one for holding back and this feels like a strange enough exception and time to end it.

“I cannot kiss you. And I want to.”

“Because of the journal,” she finishes.

“Yes.”

“Things have already happened that weren’t how you memorized them,” she reminds him. “We don’t have to follow some script because-“

“I am trying to protect you.”

“What you’re actually doing is frustrating the hell out of me. What you say and what you want… shouldn’t be different things.”

But they have to be, he wants to say. They have to be or else he will hurt her, they have to be or else-

She closes the distance before he can stop it from happening, and it is the lightest most innocent breath of a first kiss, and he is unraveled.

“There. Technically, you didn’t kiss me.”

“Still…”

“There is no right time. Maybe there has never been and will never be. Be in this moment with me.”

He is not ready, and he knows that will be respected clearly enough, but for a moment he can almost let her be right. Maybe there is no right time, he repeats. Maybe there is only this.

Every instinct in him says this is still not quite enough, but he memorizes the taste of her, lemon lip balm and sweet-sadness, and not now but soon.

19 notes - Posted January 8, 2022

#4

“you look better in my clothes than i do.” for Garcy? Pretty please?

Y’all know where this goes. Pre-relationship-ish, PG-ish, also on ao3.

He justifies it for a long time, perhaps too long, the same stubborn way he approaches everything else with her.

Lucy is both small and not used to colder climates such as this place in the middle of nowhere – exact location unknown to them for safety purposes, but somewhere up close to the Canadian border, Flynn has figured out that much between the snow and the size of the wildlife outside. He has survived worse and will do so again, knows how to adapt for weather. She… hasn’t.

There is never enough preparation, in their own time or any other. They know this by now. It is the least he can do to offer her one of his sweaters, soft and in a good dark red color, and allow her to nest.

What he does not expect, and what he should see coming by this point, is that she takes this as invitation. Lucy is not used to kindness, it is frightfully apparent, but if given an inch she takes everything she can. Just as a few late nights of conversation led to her occupying an armchair in his room instead of a bed in her own, so does one little offering give her permission to go through his things and claim whatever she wants for warmth.

By the time winter starts to fade, and it is longer here than either of them expects, her default outfits are borrowed sweaters over leggings and no one else bothers to say anything to him about it. And if she has to defend her choices, he doesn’t hear about it, which makes him suspect no such thing happens because he would. Dynamics are improving, he reminds himself, dynamics are improving but imperfect and-

It is so normal now to slip into their room with as much grace as his body allows and see her as she always is, nested in that chair, most of her body tucked up in whatever sweater she’s decided to hide herself in today. It has been months since this pattern started. It has been months since he’s bothered to question any part of it.

She glances up at the sound of the door closing behind him, and it amazes him how they are comfortable in silence, the two of them the most vocal members of the team but not together, not like this, not-

“Something wrong?” she asks after a few moments.

He is unsure how to answer that question, unsure what he’s even doing to worry her. Motionless and watching her, yes, but is that unusual? They are comfortable now, he reminds himself, she moved in of her own free will and has made herself a perfect roommate and-

“No?” He can’t figure out what she’s seeing, and they can’t get in each other’s heads quite yet, so-

“Staring at me.” Lucy uncurls her body enough to make better eye contact with him, and it’s clear enough she’s not bothered so much as just a little concerned. “Like I’m… I don’t know what you-“

“You look better in my clothes than I do,” he says too quickly in the way that all reverent and fearful things must be said. “That color accents your hair.”

She glances away, slightest hint of a blush forming, and he overstepped, he can see that, he-

“At least you’re creative,” she murmurs. “Never gotten that compliment before.”

“You were never the clothes-stealing type?”

“Usually didn’t last long enough to get a chance.”

They don’t talk about her past. Other than the parts she didn’t even know about until recently, it hasn’t seemed important. As compared to his own scarring, hers has less opportunity to damage them, and maybe that’s an oversight, maybe-

“I don’t mind,” he says, because he needs to.

“I know. And I try not to wear-“

“You could. All that is mine is yours.”

He means it innocently enough, in the way that she rummages through his sweater drawer for warmth and if she needs an old t-shirt for her threatened scheme to paint the bathroom then she’s welcome to that too. But he also means it in the deeper ways, those that lives are made out of. What little he has left, and whatever lies on the other side of their war, she is welcome to. He has felt this way for a while now, and waited perhaps too long to say it, and-

“Too bad I don’t have anything to offer in return,” she says too quiet.

“You keep me company. More than enough.”

22 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

#3

and it always leads to you in my hometown

Post-canon-divergent Hellcheer... fluff-adjacent? Someone described this as a dark-chocolate kind of fluff so we're gonna go with that. PG-ish and also on ao3

It becomes a routine, in the way of such things.

Chrissy gets out of Hawkins, to the surprise of most people who know her, packs her important possessions ten days after graduation and leaves a note saying she’s going to try to start over in Chicago and makes sure to call home two days later to confirm she’s still alive. She finds a life for herself in the inner suburbs, gets a job as a secretary at a law firm, starts taking night classes to become a paralegal. Does okay, in the grand scheme of things. Calls her parents every other Thursday night like clockwork because family is still family, but tries to block out the voices in her head otherwise. Heals.

But she comes home for the holidays every year, because she’s still a nice girl even if she didn’t really keep in touch with anyone from high school. There’s still the obligation to remind people that she exists and is living a mundane but happy life, and no she isn’t seeing anybody but her dog’s real cute, and what may or may not have happened in spring ’86 matters less and less every winter.

She has routines. December 23 is one of them.

The thing about her leaving that didn’t make it into the local story was exactly who disappeared for three days that summer to help her, out of the goodness of his heart and a sense of obligation after she did almost die in his trailer a couple months earlier. They became friends after that, in a trauma-bonded opposites-attract sort of way, and by the time she realized her plans would be easier with a getaway driver it was a logical enough option. Eddie is good people under all his armor, Chrissy had learned by then, one of the most loyal people she’s ever known, and that too became a routine phone call, every Saturday around noon, only real thing tethering her to what hasn’t felt like home in years and-

He stayed, to the surprise of pretty much everyone who’s ever met him. He had a younger herd of misfits to supervise for a couple years, and before that project ended he tended bars across two counties and turned out that was enough of a life, and there are people who need him, and he never really was the sort of person who actually gets out of southern Indiana, and-

December 23 is their routine, a standing meetup at dusk at a particular park shelter. Not always the only time they ever see each other – the band came up to Chicago twice this past year for different gigs and he ended up on her couch both times because he didn’t feel like being crammed sardine-style in a cheap hotel room with the other guys – but the high point of her year if she’s honest with herself. Every year she waits for something to go wrong, for him not to show up or there to be a ring on his finger that wasn’t there last time or-

She looks different now, looks different since he came up back in August – a week or two after that she decided she needed a change and she wanted a haircut like Princess Diana, and wow was that a mistake, and it’s at an awkward stage of growing-out and there was no way in hell she would’ve been able to stuff all of that in a hat. Every year she’s a little more worried about how she looks, the genuine kind of worried not like she used to be when she thought that was all she had, more like…

Chrissy is, in her way, a little bit in love. Turns out she’s a bit of a loner if left to her own devices – she has a lot of acquaintances and does get out of her apartment enough, but no one really close – and if she has to be one cliché then let her be this one. Let her be the woman who never quite got over the high-school crush she never admitted. Let her be-

Eddie’s sense of time has never been reliable, and he’s a little late but not quite enough to worry her. He’s changed too, in little ways – she can’t remember ever seeing his hair pulled back but she knows that’s probably more practical than aesthetic, and it looks like he hasn’t shaved in a day or two longer than whatever his usual routine is and goodness she shouldn’t be thinking about yanking him down and-

“You’re here,” he says, and this is why she kinda loves him, the enthusiasm in how he approaches life, no false fronts just raw emotions at all times and no self-consciousness whatsoever.

“So are you.” She can feel herself blushing, and she’ll blame the cold for this, same explanation for her hands in her pockets because she’s not sure what kind of physical control she actually has right now. At least it isn’t snowing this year. At least-

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“What, you don’t have better plans?”

“I have my choice of burnt hams for the next few days. Tonight is all yours.”

The thing is, she’s not sure there was ever a time when they didn’t flirt like this, like there’s always that line they’ll go right up to but never cross. She knows he thinks she’s pretty in the most real way, and he’s been a nice daydream over the years, and-

He pulls her into a hug, and he smells like boy and home and she’s a little overwhelmed. “Keep waiting for you to cancel because you got some lawyer to put a ring on you,” he murmurs. “Can’t imagine they’d-“

“Lawyers aren’t my flavor,” she counters. “And you haven’t met some girl down here?”

“I’ve met too many girls,” he laughs, and she knows, there have been a few mistakes over the years that she got to talk down in the way only an out-of-state phone call can resolve. “Nothing stuck.”

She can’t hope. She does anyway.

Normal people, Chrissy tells herself, don’t do this. Normal people don’t linger in long-distance mutual pining for so many years because they’re too damn fragile to think about anything more. Normal people, like she’s trying so hard to be, don’t-

“Any reason for that?” she asks, and her breath catches and they’re both too close and not close enough for the conversation she suddenly needs to have right now.

“Thought you’d never ask. See, the timing keeps not being right, and who the hell am I to compete with a dog with a ridiculous name, and-“

“Excuse me, Peppermint is not-“

“So, you know. Waiting on the girl who got away is a little distracting.”

“I’m right here.”

“And you won’t be in four days.”

“You could come with. You didn’t complain about my couch last time, Peppermint likes you, and… you’re better than this.”

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33 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

#2

Drukkariiii

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa both of them, but Druig is far, far worse.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them both.

Who starts the tickle fights Makkari. Whaaaat, she's tactile and she wants attention!!

Who starts the pillow fights Makkari. Again, attention. It's EFFECTIVE.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile can go either way.

Who mistakes salt for sugar both of them with about equal frequency.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning Makkari has a valid excuse for how frequently this happens.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines Druig. Does it not work even in a romcom? Too bad, he thinks it's cute and he's gonna say it anyways.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order Makkari, although it's more like her organizational system changes whenever she gets bored and... it's varied on explainability.

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies Makkari

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion honestly these babes + candles is a bad, bad idea. Like, make sure the fire extinguisher is within reach kind of bad idea.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen Makkari. Again, tactile.

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation Makkari

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines neither?

35 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Garcy + "Quick, kiss me!"

(bonus points for fake marriage on a mission, and for Flynn saying it)

Height difference is a good time, just saying. Usual post-canon-divergence / pre-relationship / PG-ish / also on ao3.

There are, as time passes, a few defaults.

It’s nice to have routines, really. This whole war across time thing doesn’t allow for a lot of stability, and Lucy has picked a very bad time in her life to decide she wants that after all, and she is taking what she can get. And even as dynamics improve every day and they’ve all come to function as a messy but loving extended family of sorts…

Look, Flynn’s people skills are now at least existent, but she’s still the only person he likes. And that means she has to keep an eye on him, because improvement does not mean stripped of certain personality traits that are prone to causing a lot of problems very quickly, and she’s apparently the only person that has ever lived who has ever actually been able to tell him to stop and get results, and either the dead wife must’ve had the patience of a whole cathedral worth of saints or the violent tendencies are a more recent development and neither of those options makes Lucy feel any better and-

Routines, she reminds herself. She likes routines. Even if in this case routines mean she is stuck herding a grouchy tank of a man around eastern Canada. It’s fine. Really.

It’s 1919 and the mission involves making sure the first nonstop transatlantic flight happens without problems, which entails wandering around in the vicinity of a questionably constructed airfield that might as well have a No Girls Allowed sign up on a fence somewhere from how well their side has been going. No cover story has been discussed, but the default is to pretend to be married, default enough that Lucy slips a ring onto her finger before a mission even starts and it feels weird to not wear it in her own timeline and-

How much she likes being fake-married to someone she hasn’t sorted her feelings about will be a fun problem for whatever government-clearance therapist gets to try to untangle her life in a few years, if she lives that long. It is not a problem for right now.

Point is, this is the easy but boring side of the mission, the part Lucy has a similarly mixed relationship, not the worst thing in the world but she could be so much more useful if she had a better idea what they were looking out for in the first place, if-

All of a sudden, Flynn stops, cold and with that wild look in his eyes and there is something feral in that man, Lucy thinks, something primal that has been awakened by pain and cannot be quieted and-

“Quick, kiss me.”

She’ll ask questions later. She is going to have a lot of questions. For the moment, she trusts him enough to cooperate.

Kissing someone an entire foot taller than her, Lucy learns, requires a little more coordination than she expects. She has to yank him down and stand on tiptoe and it really is awkward and a little uncomfortable, and she crashes in with a little more intensity than intended and… it’s a good kiss. She’s wondered about him like that for years now, the kind of wondering one does when there’s only one viable option for one’s regular daydreams, and reality is just a little softer than she expected, and she’s pretty sure he makes some kind of low growl into her mouth and that is unfairly hot, and-

Just as quickly as it began, it is over. His hands stay on her waist, but she is small again, small enough to hide against his body and that at least is familiar and safe and-

“Needed to-“

“You don’t need to explain,” she says before he can launch into what she is sure will be an elaborate apology because good grief, for a man who’s been obviously in love with her since before she met him, there is clearly no intention of ever doing anything with those wayward emotions. “We do what we have to do.”

“Are you hurt?”

Lucy pokes her head up, and it has been too long since she’s tried to flirt with actual intent, but she wants.

“You can massage my wounded feet when we get back home.”

He gives her a look like he’s not sure she actually means that, and dammit how is this the first man she’s ever been around who’s consistently been in awe of her, it is unfair. “If that balances us.”

“I’ll do your neck,” she murmurs, almost laughing. “Can’t imagine that was comfortable either.”

“Next time I’ll just lift you.”

Next time.

Well.

As if her daydreams weren’t annoying enough.

“Good idea.”

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[readymades2002]

7, 11, 30!!

7. a medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

i think being able to work with art in a more physical form is always captivating but that's not that specific huh...ummm i don't know if this really counts as a medium but i enjoy doll customizing quite a bit! you never realize how small a scale a customizer is working in until you see a doll yourself...i think having the patience to learn to do that is very admirable

11. do you listen to anything while drawing? if so, what?

you know me so well thank you for asking! i usually listen to SOMETHING while working, but if i'm focused enough i can forget to turn what i'm listening to back on. i've been listening to my iChunes library recently, but if i'm really trying to focus on something with no distractions, i'll either put on a stream vod i can listen to (my current favorite is holly hollowtoneses sandwich stream, its very long and very fun) or! and THIS is important: i will queue about an hour of music from my "watch later" list so i can check out new songs while drawing. this one takes a little effort and it can easily become me getting too distracted by new music i like, but at its best, it keeps me engaged while drawing because i'm also trying to pay attention to the music. i don't know how to explain it well but its nice! i can't do it as much rn though because i don't like playing music loud while my mom is sleeping </3

30. what piece of yours do you think is underrated?

oh man to be honest i think they're all kind of overrated! i guess i would say i wish my original pieces got a little more attention but i don't really explain them to anyone and so it's hard to get interested in them but well they're important to me so that's not nothing. probably. also wait that's not true because that winnie picture i did at the beginning of the year is my favorite thing i've ever done even if there are things i'd change about it and i want everyone to look at it more

[captaiinobvious]

going insane if u guys have any ideas for stuff i can do w/o my hands that would be great bc even blogging is a lil strenuous rn.... never had any idea the sheer amount of art etc i push out on a daily basis and of course i take breaks slme days but usually i just do a different kind of art or nap. . never had 2 just sit before. how do people do it how do some ppl feel fulfilled from watching tv and scrolling without organizing a bunch of sideblogs on queue+posting original content... like gen u must have some kind of comtentedness i cant comprehend im literally learning 2 write left handed bc ive got nothing better 2 do and apparently i overdid that bc my left hand hurts now.. so i have to takw a real break. from typing 2 probablybc im sooo excited 2 getback to effortlessly flowing out all the million thoughts and colors in my head to paper. gotta wrap up my fingers 2 and buckle down so i can have REAL fun later. really makes u appreciate how fulfilling+happy yr life is tho theres that. also for hands. hands u do so muvh 4 me dont make me learn how 2 use my feet i dont have the patience

[zimmermanroth13]

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[mercytorn]

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