send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed
One.
Sam remembered the first time he kissed Sebastian. The music was loud and Sam knew that his jaw was clenched, and he bit down harder when he saw Sebastian. Sam let his fingers rubbed against each other and he walked over to Sebastian, at first Sam hadn’t realized what he was doing until he stood right in front of him. “Dude,” Sam had begun, and all he was met with was one of Sebastian’s smirks dancing over his lips. Sam felt how the anger was building inside of him as he saw the smirk on Sebastian’s face, and then there was the comments. All Sam wanted was for Sebastian to stop talking, and Sam wasn’t sure on what made him do it but he grabbed Sebastian’s cheeks between his own hands and pulled him closer and kissed him hard on the lips, before Sam moved his hands from his face and wrapped his arms around his waist.
Two.
He couldn’t help but to smile when Sam saw Sebastian sitting at his usual table, a cup of coffee next tom and all his books, or at least a lot of them, and some notes spread out on the table. Sam walked over to Sebastian, still smiling, and he wrapped his arms around him from behind and pressed a simple kiss against his cheek, “hey,” Sam said, hands resting on Sebastian’s chest, head pressed against his, “anything I can do to help?”
Three.
Music was playing, and Sam felt the base moving through his body. His arms was were wrapped around Sebastian’s neck, and they were moving together to the beat of the music played around them. Sam couldn’t help the smile on his lips, there was something about seeing Sebastian out and about, he was more relaxed when he was doing something like this. Sam turned around, his head resting against Sebastian’s, his back pressed against the front of Sebastian’s body, Sam moved one of his arms so he could turn Sebastian’s head toward him, and he pulled him down a bit and he captured his lips with his own, lips moving together and Sam deepened the kiss before he slowly pulled back and spun around again, and he pressed his body against Sebastian’s and leaned closer, his lips almost touching Sebastian’s, “wanna get out of here?”
Four.
“Come here,” Sam said and he grabbed a fist full of Sebastian’s shirt and pulled him closer, “don’t think you can just up and leave without a goodbye kiss.” Sam smiled at him as he pulled him down towards him and he captured Sebastian’s lips in a kiss, holding on to his shirt, “maybe you can be late?” Sam asked as teasing smile played over his lips.
Five.
Sam knew that it hadn’t been easy to convince Sebastian to join him for his family dinner but he had known that it wouldn’t be a problem, and Sam had been right, the dinner had been great and all that was left was to clean the table and do the dishes before they all sat down and played a few games. “Me and Sebastian will do the cleaning,” Sam said before someone had a chance to offer, because that would give the some time alone, probably the only time alone during the rest of the night. “Don’t look at me like that,” Sam said as he saw the look on Sebastian’s face. Sam looked over at his family, “you guys can pick out a couple of games and we’ll join you when we’re done.” Sam smiled at his family before he stood up and looked at Sebastian, and dragged him to the kitchen, Sam never let go of his hands and when they were alone in the kitchen he pulled him closer and pressed his lips against Sebastian’s, “I promise you’ll get more of that while we fix the dishes and maybe even some making out before we join them because there’s no way that we’ll get a chance to be alone again tonight before we leave.”
send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking
Roy rolled to the side, sitting up at the edge of the bed, a yawn left his lips as he stretched his arms over his head, he rolled his head side to the side. He knew that something had happened last night, and he had had a few drinks too many, and he remember making a promise to Felicity. Something about not living up to the Vegas cliché, he lifted up his hand ready to run it through his hair when he saw something on his finger, a gold band from what he could tell.
He let his head fall into his hands, eyes closed, so maybe the promise he had made hadn’t been one could live up to. Roy looked behind him, and he let out a small breath of relief when he saw how was in the bed next to him. Thea. He tried to look over at her hands and he saw a similar ring on her finger. Roy couldn’t help the laugh that left his lips. He leaned over and placed a kiss on Thea’s shoulder, “Sleepy head,” he said, “it’s time to wake up,” and he smiled to himself, “and when we’ve taken a shower and woken up we can tell your sister in law that we lived up the cliché.”
There’d been a lot Nat missed along the years. While she knew all about customs and traditions, her family wasn’t exactly beholden to those values. It felt nice Clint wanted to include her. Curiosity was peaked to actually experience something resembling normal for a change. Though her normal and most people’s normals weren’t exactly the same. She tangled her fingers with Clint’s as they got to the entrance. “Lead the way, stud. What’s first? Cider, or that overtly sweet pumpkin drink that might as well be sugar?” she joked.
"It doesn't look like nothing." Felicity said, stepping closer to him as she slowly eyed each mark she could see on his skin. Super solider or not that definitely looked like it hurt. She brought her fingers up over one on his arm but hesitated to touch as she traced over the outline through the air. "You can talk to me-- you know that right?"
More importantly, maybe she could help. Help by listening, or by patching him up. Maybe both if that was what he needed. Either way she wasn't going to leave him alone without making sure he was okay.
"Nothing? Really?" Ginny wasn't going to accept that. If anyone knew what bruises looked like it was her. She wasn't going to let this go that easily and if he thought she would than he really didn't know her at all. "Because I'm pretty sure your skin doesn't even look that dark when shadows are crossing over it. You're so pale the bruises stick out like my red hair does in a crowd standing in the sun!"
She reached for him, trying to stop him from either moving away from her or concealing his marks even more. "Let me see."
SHE WAS ALIVE. That’s what she knew. And she knew she owed that to Fury. When she had gone over that cliff, she did it knowing everyone else was going to be okay. She did it knowing her family were going to be alive and to her..well that was all that mattered. And she was okay with losing her life if it meant her family were able to keep theirs. But, when she had awoken in a bed in a white surrounds, her first thoughts had been that she’d failed. That everything that had done was futile because they’d lost. But instead, Fury being Fury, always had something up his sleeve and for Natasha, that something was to keep her alive. She’d come to in a back brace, the doctor in the room telling her she’d done some damage to her back but would soon recover to her full potential. She had cuts and bruises but over all, she was alive and so were the rest of her family. She wasn’t sure as to who knew the redhead was alive, and a few days later, she was pleased to see Clint enter her room. He was the other person on that cliff with her. She smiled tightly as his presence “CLINT.”
@theindieflash asked: [ PROTECT ] - sender wraps receiver in a hug in order to protect them from a potential or present danger. (Steve/Felicity) since we both liked that pic!
She felt him before she saw him. Arms wrapping around her protectively as the explosion from the building nearby made her ear drums rattle. She felt so small against him, like a child being protected by an adult, but comforted it by it all the same as not many people would have shielded her like this from a bomb.
Her head tucked in her hands, eyes shut tight, she didn't look up until sound started coming back to her senses. Was that his heartbeat she was hearing pounding, or her own?
Glancing up to make sure that he was okay she smiled a little as if this was her normal every day life almost being killed by a explosion. "Hi-- uh, thanks! Are you okay?"
