#Hmm i think i would add a really long collared shirt to the last outfit. for a little more drape

[awesomehoggirl]

been making outfits w my new stuff... Oh my goddd this shit is so fun its like a dress up doll or pinterest but with stuff i OWN so its REAL

[lihikainanea]

Please do something like tiger and bill are at some gathering with bills friends and tiger doesn’t know anyone there and feels quite anxious but bill notices this and when everyone gets more relaxed he gets tiger to sit on his lap whilst they both talk to bills friends. He then starts bouncing his leg jussttt right and tiger has to control herself because there are people around, and he watches her. 😳

unf, how delicious bb.

I like this idea that sometimes, tiger just...she doesn't do crowds. She doesn't do people. And I like this idea because I am this idea. I think every empath is. People can rejuvenate us and replenish us or they can absolutely suck the life out of us--it really just depends on the crowd, and it depends on our mood.

I like to think that tiger is maybe no different, and if we add on this whole other layer of celebrity the Bill brings...it's a lot, man. It's a lot for a normal person who usually, purposely, shirks all things pretentious in life. And she recognizes and respects that Hollywood, that fancy things, uppity parties are a side of Bill that comes with the territory of his career choice--but recognizing and respecting is probably a far cry from liking it.

Maybe it's a gathering of Bill's Hollywood friends, which already sounds like a big NO THANK YOU to tiger as she plans a night in at the hotel or Air BnB in the Hollywood Hills, a bottle of wine in the fridge, no neighbours for miles and a pool begging to be skinny dipped in. But then she sees the creases of worry in Bill's face, she sees the disappointment, and she can't let him down. Maybe Bill doesn't particularly want to go to this shindig either and tiger is his support, his lifeline to get him through the night. She won't ever let him down in that case.

But tiger, like the good homegirl she is, will just forever feel uncomfortable and remarkably out of place at anything of the Hollywood kind. But she goes anyway. Spends hours picking out her outfit, only to throw it all to shit and tell Bill to pick her out something to wear while she pours a drink. He does, puts an outfit together for her that won't clash with his own. She does her make up a bit heavier than usual, wears heels a little higher than she normally would, hell maybe she even channels some Scarlet witchery (see what I did there? do you? do you see?) to boost her confidence as she gets ready. And it probably works wonders--because instead of feeling a bit of dread, instead of getting even a little small about it--tiger is kind of feeling like a hellcat, in her spiky heels. Maybe she even, at the last minute, swaps out her nude lipstick for her trademark blood red one--the one that makes Bill weak in the knees. Tiger's actually feeling like quite the sex bomb. And when she emerges from the bathroom and spots Bill at the tiny bar by the balcony across the room, she can see his jaw lock and his eyes bulge as she makes her way to him.

"I'm ready," she says.

"You look--" his voice cracks but then he stops and clears his throat, his cheeks taking on a pink hue, "You look incredible."

"Not so bad yourself, bud," she smiles, adjusting the collar on his crisp shirt. She grabs his drink, downing it in one gulp as she keeps her eyes on his.

"You ready?" she asks. He's staring at her mouth, unblinking.

"Bill?"

"Yeah, yes," he shakes his head lightly, "Yes."

And maybe instead of being small about it, instead of kind of dreading it--maybe tiger takes a different path this time, and she spends the entire night taunting Bill in a real dangerous way. He's not too worried about seeing eyes--these parties are notorious for dark corners, and for the secrets they keep. Nobody at that party wants anything they do there to be known to the outside world, and it's an agreement that everyone has.

Tiger is by far the most normal looking one there which also means nobody is sparing her a glance--nobody except Bill, that is. And it's this fun little game of cat and mouse all night--Bill will roll up his shirt sleeves just how tiger likes, and from across the room tiger will lick her lips, apply another coat of lipstick. Bill will pop open the two first buttons on his shirt collar as he's speaking with someone and tiger will pop the cherry out of her drink, grab it by the stem and let it linger on her lips for just a few seconds two long before biting it off. Bill is having to find craftier ways of tucking his hard on into the waistband of his pants, and he's never been more thankful for the dimly lit rooms of Hollywood parties.

It probably finally culminates when he's done schmoozing for the most part, a few whiskey's in for both him and tiger, and Bill finally eases onto the love seat in one of the rooms.

"Hey, do I know you from somewhere?" tiger teases, sliding in next to him, "It's Alex, right?"

"Bold, little girl," Bill warns, downing the rest of his drink, "A little too bold."

"And what are you going to do about it?" she challenges. Bill smirks, looping his arm around her waist and pulling her over one of his legs. The room is too dark for anyone to notice anything, and most of its occupants are drunk or coked out or both. He's not worried.

"We have rules kid," he locks his arm around her waist, dragging her hips back so his thigh rubs between her legs and she stiffens, "And you're pushing them."

She turns, leaning her mouth in real close to his.

"And what are you going to do about it?" she repeats. He nips at her lip.

"Probably something dramatic."

He cuts off her rebuttal at his remark when he drags her hips back again against his thigh, tensing his muscle and giving a hard bounce against her sensitive core. Her nails dig in to her forearm, and a moan escapes her throat. Bill doesn't hear it so much as he feels it, his arm close to her chest. He tugs her hair back, until his lips are at her ear.

"You're going to come like this," he tells her, "Just like this, in front of everyone."

"Doubtful."

But another drag down his thigh, a few bounces on his hard muscle, and suddenly she shuts up.

"Hmm?" he taunts. But this time tiger holds on tighter to his arm, as she starts working her hips back and forth across his leg.

"That's my girl," he purrs to her, "Get it, kid."

[dreamer213]

Broken Machines: Lights The Dark

Chapter 15: Lesson Plan: Apparel Outing

It’s a sunny earlier afternoon as Whitley’s looking through his closet, trying to find an outfit to wear for the day’s outing. Today was a special day as he would be doing something he hadn’t done in a very, very long time; he would be leaving the manor without his father for a few hours. Not only that, but he would also be taking Penny with him on this little adventure as the purpose of this outing was to buy her some event-appropriate clothing. He had bought her an ensemble for the tea party with the help of the resident fashionista Julia but wearing the same thing to two different events was an absolute fashion faux pas unless you’re a big name, and buying last minute was far too impractical and unpredictable, so the best option was to get it all on one go. Before he had picked out the outfit with Julia then asked for funding from his father, who in turn sent one of the staff out to purchase it. But this time, Whitley had been given a black card, one used for his yearly wardrobe fund, and was told to be generous as they couldn’t waste too much time on this and to quote his father, “The more I spend on this little mission, the more considerable of a debt Ironwood will owe.” With funding out of the way and Penny on the way to the manor, all that was left for Whitley to do was get dressed. Starting at his extensive collection of designer clothing, Whitley scans over them until he spots something he likes. It’s a light blue dress shirt with white pinstripes, dark blue trim, white buttons, and a black collar and cuffs. It’s a far cry from his usual look but just familiar enough to not be jarring. From there, he adds a pair of coin gray slacks, a long pewter gray paletot coat, and a pair of steel blue loafers with matching soaks. Whitley lays the finished outfit on his bed and gives it one more look over before changing into it. When he’s done, he goes over to his mirror to adjust and fix any out-of-place fabric. As he’s doing this, he also looks over himself; the outfit is a bit more casual than his usual look but definitely appropriate for shopping as it is more comfortable and a bit roomy.

Whitley: Not too bad for shopping trip attire, but it still needs a little something. Maybe an accessory could help?

Whitley goes back to his closest and starts looking for something to add to the outfit. He eventually decides on a pair of aviator sunglasses with navy blue lenses. Whitley goes back to his mirror and puts on the shades, then looks himself over once again.

Whitley: Ah, that’s just what I was looking for. A subtle touch that’s adds just the right amount of flare, perfect.

As he’s gazing, there's a knock on the door, and someone asks if they can enter from the other side. Whitley permits them to come in, and they enter; it's Julia with her trunk of beautician tools.

Julia: Good afternoon Young Master; I’m here to give you a touch-up before you leave.

Whitley: Ah, good timing, Julia. I just finished getting dressed.

Without another word, Whitley walks over to his desk while Julia follows behind him and pulls out the chair. He angles it, so there's enough space for Julia to work, then sits down. Julia stands behind him, and light plays with his hair.

Julia: Will it be the usual?

Whitley thinks about it for a moment; this was a special occasion, and with his reputation as an aloof recluse, it would be interesting to see how people would react to a bit of image change. And as long as it was within his usual boundaries, then he could play it off as “Looking his best for the public” if his father asks about it.

Whitley: Actually, I’d like something a little different for today.

Julia: Really? What did you have in mind?

Whitley: I’m not sure; I just know I want something with a little more…flare than my usual cut.

Julia: Hmm.

Whitley: Was that too vague?

Julia: No, no, I think I can work with that. Please, hold still while I work.

Julia opens her trunk and pulls out a comb, a spray bottle, a jar of hair moose, and curling iron. She starts by tidying up the back, combing and shaping it with the moose until it’s nice and neat. She then moves in front of him, taking her spray bottle and curling iron; Julia wets Whitley’s bangs then curls them ever so slightly until they’re nice and voluminous. With the curl, added all that’s left is to style, placing a dab of moose on her thumb, index, and middle finger Julia carefully fluffs and styles Whitley’s bangs into neatly arranged light curls. With the look done, Julia dusts off her hands, goes to her trunk, and takes a hand mirror. With a proud smile, she turns back to Whitley, hands him the mirror, and asks him if he likes her work.

Julia: I went with the prim but youthful look that's gotten popular in the last few years. The structured appearance of the back combined with the soft and fluffy look of the bangs works well with your face shape and makes you look professional but relaxed. Perfect for a day of shopping or lunch at a café.

Whitley looks into the mirror, turning his head from side to side to get a better view of his hair, and smiles. He hands back the mirror before speaking to Julia.

Whitley: It looks outstanding; thank you, Julia.

Julia: Thank you, Young Master, now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get going, Ms. Polendina should be here soon, and I need to get down there to do her touch-up before you two leave.

Whitley: I see; be sure to take good care of her.

Julia: But of course, Young Master, I'm always kind to my clients. (under her breath) especially when another client cares for them.

Whitley: I’m sorry, what was that?

Julia: Nothing, have a nice day, Young Master.

Julia quickly packs up her tools and leaves, heading downstairs to wait for Penny. At the same time, Penny had just arrived and taken to a guest room to get changed. She’s practically skipping on her way to the guest room, she’s pretty excited to go out and see more of Atlas, especially since it's her first time going out like this since Beacon. As soon as she enters the room, Penny heads towards the bed where she finds her tea party outfit folded neatly, accessories and all. Penny picks up the dress and starts to get changed. As she pulls the dress over her head, Penny detects a rather lovely smell coming from it.

Penny: The washing power smells so nice, like flowers mix with cleaning agents.

After enjoying the smell of a freshly washed dress, Penny gets the dress on then moves on to other pieces. She’s almost done; the only thing left to put on is the bow, but just as Penny’s about to clip it into place, there’s a knock at the door.

Julia: Ms. Polendina, It’s Julia. I’m here to do your hair and makeup.

Penny: Coming!

Penny runs over to the door and lets Julia in; the two exchange greetings as they walk towards the vanity. At the vanity, Penny takes a seat just as she did before, place the bow down on it, while Julia stands behind her and readies her tools. Once she’s got everything she needs out, Julia grabs a handful of Penny’s hair and starts to spray it with her bottle of water and conditioner. Once it’s all a bit damp, Julia takes her brush and tidies up the front and back. Once everything looks nice and neat, Julia takes out a comb and a pair of blue hair ties with bows on them. Julia uses the comb to part the back of Penny’s hair into two sections, then takes the hair toes and puts one section into a pigtail, then the other. After a final once-over with the brush, the hairstyle is finished. Next up makeup, Julia asks Penny to turn around; Penny obliges, turning her chair around with her. With Penny now facing her, Julia asks her to close her eyes and pucker her lips so she can start on her face. Penny does as she’s told, and Julia gets to work on her face, giving her cheeks a light coat of blush to brighten them, painting her lips with lemonade pink lipgloss, and lastly, applying baby blue eyeshadow to her eyelids. With one last fiddling of her bangs and a boop to her nose, the look is done, and time for Penny to look. As she’s absorbed in her own reflection, Julia takes this time to pack up and monologue.

Julia: Since you’re just going out to shop, I went with an easy-going look. Light blushing with a more muted lip color invokes a calm and innocent appearance. And the eyeshadow matches well with your outfit and highlights those lovely green eyes of yours. Do you like it?

Penny pulls herself away from the mirror and looks at Julia with sincerity and happiness.

Penny: I love it, thank you, Julia.

Julia: Your welcome, dear; now once you finish up here you should go to the driveway. Young Master should be outside waiting for you. Best not keep him waiting.

With that, Julia takes her trunk and heads out while Penny starts filling her purse with the contents of her backpack, like her wallet and keys. When she’s got everything she needs, Penny leaves the guest room and makes her way towards the main entrance. After a long walk to the door, Penny walks outside to see a group of four large men wearing black suits and sunglasses standing by a black car. At a glance, they appear unassuming, but as Penny gets closer, she can tell that all four are carrying concealed firearms. Though a bit unsettled by them, Penny’s curiosity about why these men were here and her worry that they could be a threat provoked her to action, so she cautiously approaches the men. Trying to appear as imitating as possible, Penny stands up straight, puts her arms out in front of her, and speaks in a calm but firm voice.

Penny: Excuse me, gentlemen, why are you standing out in the Schnee Manor driveway? Do you have permission to be in this area?

The men look between each other for a moment, but the one, a brunette standing furthest to the right, steps forward. He’s about to answer when a voice calls out from a few feet away.

Whitley: Yes, they do. Far more than most would.

With a sly smirk on his face, Whitley strides towards them. He takes off his shades and places them in his breast pocket before standing in between Penny and the armed men.

Whitley: These four are a part of our security detail; they come along whenever myself, my father, or my mother have to leave the manor for recreational activities or public outings to protect us from any unsavory individuals and overzealous paparazzi. They will be accompanying us on today’s outing to ensure we return safely. Oh, and they’ll also be carrying our shopping, but that’s beside the point. Now, if that’s all you want to ask them then, please follow me. It’s time to depart, and our car is right behind theirs.

Whitley offers his hand to Penny, but she doesn’t move and just stares at him. Wide-eyed, mouth agape, and face growing redder and redder by the second, Penny is horribly flustered as she looks at him.

Whitley: Penny, are you alright? Is something wrong?

Penny: No, no-nothing’s wrong! I-I’m absolutely fin-(hiccup) Why does this keep happening? Why did he have to dress up! He looks like a model going to photoshop for a travel advert. It was hard enough to stay focused before, but this is just way too distracting! Ugh! How can one person possibly be this overwhelmingly attractive? It’s outrageous!

Penny covers her face with her hands but peeks through her fingers to stare at her model-like companion; she's completely flush. Whitley notices this and lets out a small chuckle at her attitude shift before withdrawing his hand and motioning toward the white limousine right behind the black car. He walks over to the limo, opens the rear driver's side door, and waves her over. Penny, finally out of her daze, walks over to the open door and slides in, taking the seat on the passenger side. Whitley follows suit, pulping down in the seat in front of him, then closing the door. After taking a moment to settle into his seat, Whitley tells the driver that they’re ready to depart. The driver takes out his scroll, makes a call, gives in all clear to the person on the other end, and after a moment, the black car pulls off with them following not far behind. As they’re driving through the streets of Atlas, the two sit in silence, Penny peering out the tinted windows and Whitley looking through his scroll as the car rolls through the city. After a while, Penny spots an identical vehicle to the security detail following close behind them. She leans over towards Whitley and taps his shoulder, shifting his attention to her.

Penny: Whitley.

Whitley: Yes, Penny?

Penny: I do not want to alarm you, but it appears that we are being followed.

Whitley gives a quick glance out the back window at the car, then returns his attention to his scroll before addressing it.

Whitley: If you’re talking about the car directly behind us, that would be the other half of the security detail.

Penny: Oh.

Penny hangs her head in shame; how embarrassing that she, a soldier and combat android, didn't even recognize a simple security detail. But then again she wasn’t exactly paying close attention to her surroundings when she got into the limo, she turns head and steals a glance at Whitley again before turning back to the window. After a prolonged drive in silence, the limo comes to a stop in front of a guarded gate. Penny watches the driver and one escort from each car hands over a card, mostly like identification, to the guard at the post. The guard takes out a scanner gun, scans the cards then returns them. The men return to their vehicles, and the gate is opened, allowing them to pass through. Within the next few minutes, all three cars come to a complete stop in front of a sidewalk; the bodyguards exit their vehicles and surround the limousine. Two of them stand at both rear doors and open them, allowing the teens in the back to leave the car. The guard on Penny’s side offers his hand to help her out, but she waves him off and gets out on her own. When she steps outside, her eyes widen as she finds herself in front of a large plaza with a magnificent fountain surrounded by beautiful stores, carts, and cafes and many gorgeous people walking around and shopping, some with their own bodyguards, some without. As she’s staring in awe, Whitley walks over to her and puts a hand on her shoulder, breaking her out of her trance.

Whitley: Gorgeous, isn’t it?

Penny: Yes; what is this place?

Whitley: This is Endroit Magnifique, an exclusive shopping plaza that only members may shop in. Its name comes from one of the dead languages; it means Beautiful Place and is home to many designer boutiques, luxury stores, and the world’s finest cafes. The entrance is gated and guarded to prevent the press, loiterers, or unwanted admirers from disturbing the shoppers. It works well, but still there's always a few rogue paparazzi that find a way through, so stay close-

Whitley paused when he realized Penny had walked away and was now starting into a shop window, admiring their wares. For a moment, Whitley debates on how to get her attention but soon decides it would be fun to tease her a bit. With a smirk on his face, Whitley quietly places his face a few inches behind Penny’s right ear. He takes a little breath then blows air directly at her ear!

Penny: WOAH!

Penny jumps at the sudden gust of air on her skin; Whitley chuckles as a now red-faced Penny turn back towards him while clutching said blown-on-ear.

Penny: W-What did you just-W-W-Why do you just blow on my ear?!

Whitley: To get your attention and your reaction. And now that I have it, we can finally get to the task at hand.

Whitley holds out his hand for Penny to take in hers. She takes it, chest hammering at the contact; the thumping only grows as Whitley takes his fingers and intertwines them with Penny’s. Penny, stunned by this, looks to him for an explanation, and with a frank look and slight blush of his own, Whitley responses plainly.

Whitley: Since you like to wander, I have no choice but to keep you close while we’re out in the open. Don’t let go of my hand until we’re inside a store or seated somewhere, understood?

Penny nods, and with that, the two set off towards the shops, with escorts following a reasonable distance behind them. Soon they step into one of the larger women’s boutiques; they are welcomed by a female shop assistant dressed in a white ruffled blouse and black pencil skirt as soon as they enter. When she walks away, Whitley asks their guards to stay at a distance as not to scare the employees, and soon, they fan out around the area, keeping watch from different corners of the room. With them out of the way, Penny looks around and marvels at the gorgeous interior of the boutique. The floors a lovely silver-gray marble floors with plush white rugs along the bottom of the clothes racks, mannequins, and shop displays. The walls are rainbow gradient with the clothes racks and displays organized to match the color shifts and white wall pillars breaking up the sections. But the most fantastic piece of the store’s décor had to be the chandelier in the center of the ceiling; designed to look like the shattered moon, it glimmers and shines in a way that evokes a similar awestruck feeling as staring at the real moon. The only thing more brilliant than the interior design is the clothes. Dresses, pantsuits, dress clothes, shoes, accessories, and more, all in various styles with posh flare as far as the eye could see. Penny lets go of Whitley’s hand and starts to look through some of the racks; he allows her to go and watches from a few feet away. As she’s looking through the clothes, two figures approach Penny from behind, whispering in sweet tones as they get close.

???: What’s this, Dear Sister, a new guest?

???: Yes, Big Sister, I do believe she is.

Penny turns around to address the calm voices and is met with two female shop assistants; they look identical with matching sienna skin and facial features but contrast completely in their other characteristics. The one on Penny’s right has bright blond hair, sideswiped hair in dramatic beach waves with orange and red streaks throughout, her eyes brilliant yellow colors with makeup and nails done in a colorful sun theme. The one on her left is the exact opposite; her purple, blue, and magenta hair is done in an elegant side braid, eyes at soft lavender, and nails and makeup done in a serene lunar color scheme. Both gorgeous women’s eyes grow wide as they get a look at Penny’s face.

???: Oh my, what a cute little thing! Isn’t she an adorable little one, Dear Sister?

???: Yes, Big Sister, she reminds me of the fairies from Mother’s books.

???: The ones that sneak into beautiful places to play with pretty human things?

???: Yes! It seems that our lovely boutique has attracted a precious little one of its own.

???: How wonderful, Mother’s going cry her eyes out when she hears we saw a cute fairy in person.

???: Wouldn’t She?!

The twins share a giggle while Penny, who’s been too stunned with the onslaught of compliments, finds her voice and speaks up.

Penny: Excuse me, ma'am, but I am not a fairy; My name is Penny, and I’m a customer.

???: Oh, well, you could have fooled us with that adorable appearance of yours.

???: Especially with those lovely curls in those sweet little pigtails. Though they would have been even more adorable if they were done in low pigtails, maybe even braided? Wouldn’t that be so precious big sister?

???: Yes, but I think updos or even half updos would look much better! A crown braid or half-up pigtails would look fabulous with that round face. But if we’re talking about looks with both elegance and cuteness, a top not right above her bangs would be brilliant. But a set of space buns would also look grand, especially if-

???: They have braids wrapped around them.

???: Yes, exactly! It’s like you read my mind.

???: Of course, I am your twin after all.

As the two continue to prattle on about hairstyles, Penny decides to cut in before they get too deep into it and lose focus again.

Penny: Excuse me, but as much as I appreciate the compliments, I did not come into this boutique to have a conversation; I came here to find a dress.

Twins look at each other than straighten their stance to a more professional one, backs straight, hands clasps in front of them, and feet planted firmly on the ground. They share a look then proceed with usually retail worker script.

???: Apologies for our behavior; we tend to get excited when new customers come in.

???: It’s very uncommon for non-regulars to enter the boutique, so we like to chat them up to make them feel welcome.

Solis: Though it seems we may have gotten a little over-excited as it’s been a while since we’ve had a newcomer. But now that we’ve conversed, it's time we introduce ourselves. My name is Solis.

Selene: And I am Selene.

Solis & Selene: Welcome to Stellar, the most radiant boutique in the galaxy. How may we assist you?

Penny: I need to find a dress to wear for an art auction.

Solis: l see, traditional there are a several styles types ever-present at these types of events. For those looking to make a profit, business formal is the standard; for those solely interested in admiring the art will dress in high fashion with an emphasis on artistic motifs, and those looking to network and socialize dress in a glamorous style to match the opulent venue.

Penny: Alright, I believe I would fit into the lattermost category.

Solis: Excellent, a glamorous gown it is then! Dear Sister, have any recommendations to start us off.

Selene: Yes, Big Sister, there is one design we got in before the embargo that would look fabulous at any formal event. We should have one in that should be the right size, but I’m afraid that it might be too… refined for the little fairy to pull off.

Solis:(DRAMATIC GASP) Selene! You know better than to say such an awful thing in front of a customer! Everyone can wear any style with enough confidence; that's our store's motto.

Selene: My apologies, Big Sister but-

Solis: Besides, you never know how a dress will look until it’s on you; we have to give a good once over before we disregard it, isn't that right little fairy?

Penny jumps a bit at the shift of attention and thinks about it for a moment. Though she’d worn an evening gown once before, she couldn't be sure of how she’d look in a different one. But the idea of trying on this mystery dress and feeling the same magical feeling she did in her green gown was far too tempting to pass up.

Penny: You’re right; I would like to see this gown. I’d like to try it on, and if it doesn’t suit me, I’ll keep looking until I find one that does!

Solis: That’s the shopping spirit! Dear Sister, go grab that gown, and we’ll meet you at the dressing rooms. Ms. Penny, please follow me.

Selene heads off to get the dress, and Solis guides Penny towards the dressing room area with Whitley and the bodyguards following behind silently. When they arrive at the dressing rooms, Solis leads Penny to an empty booth; soon, Selene returns with a dress box and hands it to Penny.

Selene: The dress comes with matching gloves and jewelry set; please put them on with it so we can make a proper assessment of the outfit.

Penny: Okay.

Penny heads behind the curtain into the dressing room to get changed, with Solis and Selene standing watch and chat. While this is happening, Whitley is watching from afar, a sly grin clear on his face.

Whitley: She’s handling the situation well; looks like I won’t have to intervene at all.

After a few more minutes, a red-faced Penny comes out in a jet black mermaid dress with a sweetheart neckline with embroidered mesh connected to a choker, along with the matching gloves and accessories. It also has an incredibly high slit up the right leg, far higher than Penny seemed comfortable with, as she’s pinching the top closed with her hand to maintain some form of modesty. At the sight of her, the grin falls right off Whitley’s face; a crimson blush and wide-eyed stare form in its place.

Whitley: Then again, maybe not.

He quickly composes himself and walks towards them; meanwhile, Solis, Selene, and Penny are discussing the unfortunate dress situation.

Penny: I don’t think this looks very good on me.

Solis: No, no, no, it does. It fits your figure perfectly, and the colors glow on your skin. It's just a bit too….

Selene: Revealing for someone of your disposition. This is precisely what I feared when I thought of showing you this dress. I apologize for putting you in this situation.

Penny: It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize. You tried to warn me first, and I chose to try it on anyway, so this is my fault, not yours.

Selene: Thank you for your compassionate words; I’ll go find you something else to try on. Big Sister, could you-

Whitley: Excuse me, ladies.

At the sound of his voice, Penny retreats behind the dressing room curtains, and the twins turn around and see him. As soon as they do, their faces go white in shock!

Solis: HOLY SHIT! THAT’S-!

Selene: -WHITLEY SCHNEE!

Solis & Selene: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE!

After the shock wears off, the two compose themselves before addressing their new high-profile guest.

Solis: Good afternoon, Whitley Schnee.

Selene: What brings you to our lovely boutique?

Whitley: I’m helping the daughter of one of my father’s associates shop for some new clothes.

Solis: I see, that’s so kind of you. Please tell us if there's anything we can do to help you and your companion.

Whitley: Well, it’s not too troublesome to ask. Could you please move aside so I can speak to her for a second?

Solis's eyes go wide but deflate quickly as she puts on her salesperson smile, nervously walks to Penny’s dressing room, and taps on the curtains, then pops her head into the room, catching a still flustered Penny’s attention.

Solis: Little fairy, did you come in here with a young man with the last name Schnee?

Penny: Yes, Whitley Schnee.

Solis: Ah…….GOD DAMN IT MOTHER OF FUCK WHY! Well, he’s standing right here and would like to talk to you, so could you please come out-

Penny’s face goes blank; she looks down at the clingy dress she’s in and wraps her arms around herself, trying to cover up as much as possible and start shaking her head violently.

Penny: No no no no no! I don’t want him to see me in this!

Solis: Well, then you can just talk through the curtain. I’m sending him over now, good luck!

Penny: No, Wait-

But Solis doesn’t wait and withdraw from the dressing room, moving aside. She lets Whitley takes her place by the curtain and stands next to her sister. Whitley walks up to the dressing room and taps on the side of the booth. There’s no response, so he tries again, still nothing; after the third attempt, Whitley decides to time to start talking.

Whitley: Penny? Are you okay in there?

Penny: Physical, yes.

Whitley: (chuckles) Okay and emotional?

Penny: Uncomfortable and very embarrassed.

Whitley: I guess the dress isn’t to your liking?

Penny: Yes and no, the top half is beautiful and fits well, but the bottom is so open that it feels like everything below my hips is showing even if it’s not.

Whitley: I see. Would you like to try on something else then? Something with the same top as the one you have on now.

Penny contemplates his suggestion for a moment before nodding to herself and answering.

Penny: Yes, I’d like that.

Whitley: Alright, I'll grab an employee, and we’ll find you something. You can join me if you like.

Penny: Thank you, but I’d rather stay here for now.

Whitley: Alright.

Whitley walks away from the dressing room and is stopped by an apologetic-looking Selene. She bows her head be speaking in a very soft tone.

Selene: I apologize for the inconvenience I may have caused; I would also like to help you find something more suitable for your companion.

Whitley: Fine, I need something with a similar top to the first dress you brought.

Selene: Of course. Do you have any color preferences?

Whitley: Hmm, she ordinarily wears green, white, black, and pink, so any of those would be a safe bet.

Selene: Let’s see…Oh, we do have in the green section that might work! It has the same sweetheart neckline along with a more whimsical and gentle design. It should be on the other side of the store. Follow me, please.

Selene turns and begins walking towards to green clothing section with Whitley following behind. As they’re walking, Whitley spots something on a mannequin in the blue section. It’s a cute navy blue sailor dress with white stockings, black marry janes, and little red ribbon on the hat and collar. Thinking that it could be suitable for another occasion, Whitley asks Selene to grab that outfit in Penny’s size. She does, and this continues to happen on the way to the green section and with the green dress itself. By the time they return to the dressing rooms, they’ve got six different outfits with matching accessories and shoes for Penny to try on.

An overwhelmed Selene passes the stack of clothes to Solis, excluding one dress, a pair of wedge-heeled shoes, a white headband, and a gold bracelet. Selene then passes the outfit through the dressing room curtain to Penny. Penny takes the outfit, puts down the shoes and accessories, and holds out the dress; her eyes seem to sparkle as she stares at the pastel green and pink dress with its white and pink paisley pattern, lovely long skirt with layers, built-in white camisole on the neckline and the pretty threaded dream catcher connecting across the choker, the straps, and neckline. Penny quickly changes out of the revealing black dress and into the pastel outfit. Not knowing what to do with the headband, she uses it as a ribbon and ties it to the back of her like she used to with her pink bow. When she’s done, she steps out from behind the curtain with a bright smile on her face. The three stare in awe at how precious she looks; Solis can’t stop smiling as she starts gushing at her cuteness.

Solis: It’s so perfect, you look terrific! The soft colors and boho-chic patterns give off the same calm airy feeling as landscape art or a classic ornate rug! But the shape makes it look mature and elegant; excellent work, Sister. This is outstanding!

Selene: Thank you very much, Big Sister. I’m glad you like it. But the only true evaluation of an outfit must be given by the wearer. Penny, what do you think of it?

Penny: I love it! It’s very soft and light, and the pattern is very pretty. I especially like the gold thread around the chest area; it looks reminiscent of a dream catcher.

Selene: Yes it does, it’s slight touch that helps tie the look together more cohesively.

Solis: Anyhow, since we’ve got your opinion, it's time for your decision. Will you be purchasing these items today?

Penny thinks for a second; of course, she wanted the outfit; it's beautiful! But she’s hesitant as the first attempt went so wrong. Looking for an unbiased opinion on the look she turns to Whitley. Her red glowing red Penny fidgets with her fingers and takes a deep breath before summoning the courage to ask her question.

Penny: Whitley.

Whitley: Yes?

Penny: W-what do you think? Does it look nice? Do you think it would be appropriate for the auction?

Whitley pauses, looks at her, then looks away; a slight blush forms on his cheeks and ears as he takes some time to answer. Once he’s calm and collected again, he gives a short reply.

Whitley: It looks…nice and should blend in with the art crowd just fine.

A warm smile spreads across Penny’s face at his answer; it wasn't much, but somehow, she felt a little more confident and cuter than she did a moment again.

Penny: Okay, I’ll take it then.

Solis: Wonderful! Now that that’s settled we can move on to the rest! Here try the pink floral print next.

Penny: Huh-

Suddenly Penny finally notices the large stack of items Solis has in her hands and around her. Penny’s quite confused as she thought they were only bringing one thing, not a pile of clothes! Sensing the confusion, Selene steps up to explain the situation.

Selene: On our way to the green section Whitley here found quite a few things that might look great on you.

Penny: But I thought we were only here to get an outfit for the auction.

Whitley: I said we were going clothes shopping. I never said we were getting something just for the auction. Besides, shopping for everything you need at once is much more cost and time effective than coming back every time you need anything.

Realizing the situation is a bit more complicated than she initially thought, Penny goes along with it, and soon, a game dress-up ensues. Going off of Solis’s suggestion, Penny tries on the pink dress next. It’s adorable, with its soft rose floral pattern, white collar, and blouse piece with rose pink bows decorating it, and cute ruffles on the cuffs of the sleeves, waistline, and edge. It’s paired with white socks; matching rose pink kitten heels, and a lovely hair accessory of a yellow daisy with three pink petals attached to it. It’s a very quaint and calming look that would be perfect for a more casual affair.

Next up, a cold-weather look, a space blue sweater with a large bow on the front paired with a tan coat with matching blue cuffs, a green vest, and a brown knee-length skirt. For shoes, she has on a pair of yellow boots decorated with bows and some mint dotted stockings, and for accessories, she has on a gold broach and a long compass shape necklace, a coffee-colored massager bag, and a pair of soft fluffy two-toned earmuffs. It’s warm and cozy but also chic enough for outdoor events, especially in the cold winds of Altas evening.

On to look number four, it’s a timeless ensemble, especially in port and seaside towns; it's a classic sailor dress! In its traditional navy blue with long sleeves, knee-length skirt, and a pretty red ribbon tied into a bow at the collar. A pair of white stockings, black marry janes, and an adorable mini sailor hat with a tiny red ribbon complete this eccentric but graceful look.

Number five is made up of more modern apparel, a ruffled sleeveless white blouse and black skater skirt paired with a baby pink cardigan, black bow headband, marble print black and white ankle boots, and matching a black choker with a pink rose in the center. It’s a cute but slightly formal look that could be great for a casual business meeting or internship…or even a date.

Last but certainly not least is the beautiful floor-length pink and black ball gown; the top and half of the skirt is baby pink with a damask pattern in black and hot pink with black lace wrapped around different sections. The second half of the skirt is hot pink with a white dotted black damask pattern and a small black tiered train with hot pink spots. A black pearl necklace, hot pink jewel earrings, baby pink forearm length gloves with black pearl beads on the wrist, black kitten heels with a bow on the vamp, and a simple black clutch simple black are the final touches to this gorgeous outfit, so lovely that it would fit in naturally in any ballroom or grand hall. Penny spins and twirls in the gown; it's the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. It was like someone had plucked it from a fairytale and put it out into the real world. Solis and Selene don’t even have to ask if she likes it; her eyes are full of so much joy and wonder that it’s clear no words could express her happiness with it. They smiled at her glee; this was the spell they wished to cast on every customer they met—the magic of beautiful clothes.

Once Penny’s finished trying on everything and back in shopping outfit, Whitley walks up to her to ask a simple question.

Whitley: So, are you happy with what you tried on, or do you want to try something else?

Penny: No, I loved the outfits I tried on. Outside of the first dress, everything fit well and looked nice on me, I don’t have any complaints about them at all.

Whitley: Good, we can check out then.

Whitley calls over one of the twins and asks her to bag up everything for them. After packing up every dress, blouse, pair of shoes, accessories, handbag, and so on Solis rings up the items, Whitley pays, and the escorts finally step out from the shadows and hold the bags as they all exit the store. Penny is the last to leave as she turns to give the twins a happy wave before following Whitley outside. Once out of the boutique Whitley’s readjusting to the beaming sunlight when he feels a hand grab his and hold onto it. He tenses up before he looks over and realizes it’s just Penny holding on to him as she was told, she has a smile and slight blush on her face as she looks at him quizzically.

Penny: Now that we have purchased several outfits what are we going to do now?

Whitley: Continue shopping of course.

Penny: But we have six outfits?

Whitley: Yes and that’s nowhere near enough. The average elite goes through at least ten in a couple of months and since we don’t know how long you’ll be engaged in high society we need to get the bare minimum at the least.

Penny: Alright then where should we look next?

Whitley looks around and spots another women’s store and heads that way, soon the two engage in a full-on shopping spree going from store to store trying on and buying an assortment of outfits for Penny. After purchasing seven more outfits the two finally stop for a rest on a bench while the bodyguards stand watch.

Whitley: This should be enough for the next couple of months.

Penny: That’s great I was wondering how much longer we’d have to keep shopping.

Whitley: Oh are you tired of it already? I thought most people love to shop around and try on clothes if they have the chance.

Penny: It’s not that I disliked it, I've actually enjoyed this quite a lot but having to change in and out of so many outfits has started to feel a little…bothersome.

Whitley: I see, well you can be at ease, we’re finished with this for now.

Penny: Are we going back to the manor then?

Whitley: No, not yet I’d like to enjoy the fresh air for a little while longer and I’m also starting to feel a bit peckish. Would you like to get lunch?

Penny nods in response, Whitley chuckles before standing back up. He offers her his hand which she nervously takes as she stands and they begin to search for a spot to get lunch. As they look Penny's eyes keep darting around as she sees all sorts of food carts and cafes full of things she’s never seen before, gourmet desserts and snacks as far as the eye can see. After milling about for a while Whitley spots a café with a sign offering a decent range of menu items. Specifically, it states “From chicken to beef from custard to cream we’ve got a little bite of everything, Delizia Cafè!” Whitley’s a little suspension of the claim but Penny’s very excited by the proclamation and not wanting to argue he agrees. They enter and are soon seated at a table for two next to a window. While Whitley peers out the window Penny looks around, the interior is very modern and chic but the walls are decorated with famed phases of positive through the dining area. Things like “There’s A Smile Around Every Corner” and “ Keep Calm And Shine On” are among the cutest of the phrases.

While looking around Penny’s eyes eventually fall on Whitley who’s still staring out the window. He looks calmer than usual, resting his head on his hand, his breath calm and steady, his eyes gleaming in the light as he stares into the distance, he seems a peace in these surroundings. It’s a far cry from the previous week when his pale skin went a ghostly white as he lost consciousness. Stuck between admiring and worrying Penny continues to stare at him until the waiter comes to take their orders.

Cameron: Hello! Welcome to Delizia!

The waiter’s voice causes them both to quickly turn towards, slightly caught off guard they recover quickly as the man continues with his lines.

Cameron: My name is Cameron and I'll be your server. What will you be having today?

Both pick up the menus they had previously ignored and Penny is amazed and shocked by the contents. It’s full of delicious-sounding food at extremely high prices, it’s a bit overwhelming as the one dish here costs the same as three would in Mantle. Not to mention the portions seemed pretty small so it will take at least three to be a full meal which made it seem even less of an optimal choice. Even with the wonderful section the pros and cons were far too uneven, was ready a good idea to eat here? As she ponders Whitley’s already made up his mind and is ready to order but upon seeing her overthinking and decides to put a pin in that before it gets out of hand.

Whitley: Would you please stop overthinking this. It’s a menu, not paperwork. It shouldn’t take anyone this long to order a meal.

Penny: I’m sorry, it’s just that the prices for these foods are rather high.

Whitley: And why are you concern about that? It’s not as if you’re paying for it.

Penny: Even if I’m not it still hardly seems worth it to spend so much-

Whitley: Penny, not everything needs to be closely calculated. Sometimes it’s best to enjoy yourself while you can, opportunities to do so don’t come often.

Penny: I guess you’re right, thank you for being so generous with me.

Whitley: Well it’s not exactly my money I’m spending so.

Cameron: Soooo.

Both turn their attention back to Cameron who’s been waiting patiently for them to order.

Cameron: Have you decided what you like to order?

Whitley: Yes I'll have the antipasto for my appetizer and the salmon meunière for my main.

Cameron: And your drink?

Whitley: Sparkling water.

Cameron: No dessert?

Whitley: No.

Cameron: Alright and you Miss?

Penny: Hmm.

Penny takes a second to think back on the menu and she’s pick out a few of the cheaper options before narrowing down which she’d like to try most until she gets a good order.

Penny: I’ll have….One order of bruschetta and one bread chicken linguine.

Cameron: Okay, and for dessert?

Penny: The chocolate strawberry crepe.

Cameron: And your drink?

Penny: Strawberry lemonade.

Cameron: Awesome, I’ll be back with your orders in a bit if there’s anything else you need be sure to ask.

The two thank him before he walks away with the menus leaving the two alone again. Once the silence between them starts to set in Whitley’s about to pull out his scroll but Penny chimes in before he can.

Penny: So, how have you been feeling?

Whitley: Fine, why do you ask?

Penny: I just wanted to confirm that you've fully recuperated from what happened last week.

Whitley: Are you still worried about that?

Penny: Of course I am, you collapsed right in front of me and only rested for a single day. People don’t recover that quickly Whitley, especially not from something that severe.

Whitley: (sighs) Look, in certain situations time is precious and must be used accordingly. In this case, I couldn't afford to be away from my daily tasks for too long. So I took the time I could and will try to be more careful so that it doesn’t happen again in future.

Penny: That doesn’t sound like enough to help your overall health.

Whitley: Well it's all I have so it will have to do.

Penny: But-

Whitley: Penny, please. Just let it be.

Without another word, Whitley opens his scroll and ignores Penny’s questioning. Seeing that he doesn’t want to listen to her Penny returns to look around the café. After some time Cameron the waiter return with their appetizers, mains, and drinks. He gently puts their orders down in front of them, a glass of pretty pink lemonade with a lemon wedge and with strawberry, a pair of bruschetta, a piece of toasted bread with a tomato mix on top, and a small plate of pasta with a tomato sauce and a chicken cutlet for Penny and a salad consisting of fresh tomatoes and mozzarella with savory dressing and lettuce and toast garnish, a glass of sparkling water, and a lovely piece of salmon bathed in rich white sauce with a side of grilled asparagus for Whitley. He tells them the dessert should be out in twenty minutes and leaves them to enjoy their meal.

Penny takes a big whiff of her plate before taking off her gloves, she grabs one of bruschetta and carefully breaks in two. After that, she places any dropped pieces of tomato back on before taking a bite. The outside is crunchy but the inside is soft like normal toast but tomatoes, basil, garlic of the tomato mix add a wonderful chorus of flavor. The taste reminds Penny of pizza sauce but fresher and much more powerful. There’s also a light hit of cheese in between the mix and the bread that adds a layer of creamy savoriness to the taste. With the first half gone Penny grabs the second and plops it into her mouth. Meanwhile, Whitley is enjoying his antipasto, the tomatoes and mozzarella have a mild soft flavor which is evaluated by the dressing which adds a salty and tangy bite to the dish.

When the appetizers are done it’s now to the main course! Penny unwraps her utensils from the napkin their rolled in, cut off a piece of the cutlet and eats it. The breading is nice and crispy while the inside is hot, juicy, and tender. Next, she has some of the paste, spinning a bit into a coil on her fork and putting it in her mouth. The sauce is rich, hearty, and has a little spice while the noodles have a wonderful texture. Now that she’s got a taste of both Penny cuts off another piece of cutlet, spins another coil of pasta then spears the cutlet but and eats them. The combo is a perfect blend and Penny can’t help but eat more, cutting the cutlet piece by piece as she goes so she has some crispy chicken with every bite. As she’s munching away Whitley’s also enjoying his meal, the moment he places a piece of salmon into his mouth it melts, the taste of the fish magnified by the creamy sauce, its taste and texture adding some softness to the well fish.

Soon their plate are empty Whitley starts on his water while Penny cheerful sips on her lemonade. While they’re letting their food set Cameron returns with Penny’s dessert, a strawberry and chocolate crepe with a chocolate drizzle and dish of powdered sugar. Penny excitedly thanks him as he swaps the two empty plates for dessert and new utensils before leaving again. Penny unwraps her new utensils and cut of a piece from the top. In one bite her mouth is full of sweet cream, chocolate sauce, and strawberry in a lightly sweetened wrapper. It’s an absolute melody of sweetness and Penny can’t help but beam as enjoys her sugar treat. As she’s in sweetness heaven Whitley’s peek up from his scroll to watch her, for some reason at both the table manners lesson and this lunch Whitley had find he enjoyed the food much more then he usually did. Now he could chuck it up to having a quality good sized meal but that didn’t seem to fit. It also didn’t account for the warmth he felt at seeing her so happy at something so simple as good food. Maybe it was because he never ate with his family, maybe it was because eating with other elites always felt like an evaluation, who really knows? What he did know was her presence made the mundane task a happy one.

While he’s watching her Penny looks up and notices his stare, she looks at him then at her plate and cuts off a piece. She’s so in the sweet zone that she thinks he wants some too, so she holds up a piece towards him. Whitley’s eyes go wide but he still takes the fork and eats the sweet morsel before handing it back to her. It’s only after picking up another piece and putting it in her mouth before she realizes the fact that the end of her fork was just in Whitley’s mouth. Needless to say she eats the rest awkward silent. Once she’s done they wave down the waiter, pay then leave, holding hands as they walk aimlessly until Whitley makes a call. He’s on for while before hanging up and turning his attention to Penny.

Whitley: The car is on it way but it will take awhile. Do mind if we take the long way to the front.

Penny: Not at all.

From there the two teens and the bodyguards make their way through the massive mall until they arrive back at the sidewalk they started at. The escort take their time packing the shopping into the trunk while Penny and Whitley stand on the sidelines. When everything’s packed up the two reenter the limousine and soon depart for the manor. When they arrive the guards begin unloading the goods and carrying them inside as Whitley and Penny exit the limo. Following the last guard, the two head inside and are about to part ways for the day.

Whitley: We’ll store everything here for now. We’ll go through them a few days in advance of any events. If you have an idea of what you’d like to wear for an event when we schedule it I’ll take your suggestion into account. Have a safe trip home Penny.

Penny: Good night, Whitley.

The two go their separate ways, Penny going to the guest room to change and Whitley heading to his father’s office. When he arrives it appears that Jacques has stepped out so he quickly places the receipts from the day’s outing in a neat stack on his desk. Not wanting to stay any longer than necessary Whitley exits the office and goes to his own room. When he makes it back to his bedroom Whitley takes off his coat, puts his scroll on its charger, and flops down onto his bed. As he’s lays on his back he grabs one of his pillows, as he grips it his face turns redder and redder until he takes a deep breath and shoving the pillow in his own face. He then proceeds to scream into it as he lets out all the frustration he’s held in all day. His mind is a flurry with thoughts and memories as the full weight of all the unintentional intimacy he engaged sets in. He had kept his cool when he saw her in that dress, he had kept his cool when she grabbed his hand, and he kept his cool when she literally feed him off her own fork! But now that he was alone he couldn’t keep his composure anymore! He spends the next half hour roll and screaming until he gets himself back on track emotionally then gets back to work. It’s not until later that night when back in her own room does Penny fully notices the implications of their behavior towards each other and has her own freakout.

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Chapter 8: From Dresses to Disco

I don’t have a huge wardrobe but, generally, I can lay hands on an outfit for most situations. For work, if I’m not in scrubs, I tend to wear plain black trousers and a shirt; for relaxing, I have more than enough jeans, leggings and comfy sweaters; for holidays, I have the usual range of shorts, t-shirts and sundresses.

I realise as I flick through the hangers in my wardrobe that what I am missing are outfits in the ‘dinner-dance-purely-platonic-plus-one’ category. And, what’s more, I don’t actually know how formal this thing is going to be.

Jamie was no use at all when I spoke to him about it.

“What sort of thing will your sister be wearing?” I asked as we met for coffee and a bacon sandwich two days ago.

“I dinna ken. A dress?” He hazarded a guess, looking a bit perplexed that I would even ask him.

“Long or short?” I persisted.

“Yes.”

“Well, which? Long or short?”

“Aye, one of them.”

“What are you wearing then... kilt? Black tie? Lounge suit?” This might give me a clue as to the dress code.

“I dare say I’ll be wearing a suit and tie.”

And that was as much assistance as I got from him.

I make the decision to go short. Partly because I don’t want to feel overdressed on Saturday, but mainly because the only long dress I have in my possession was purchased for a university Medics’ ball in 2008. And it’s crinkly satin with a side split and a wide leather belt that went with an over the top diamanté headband around my forehead.

Obviously, I will never wear it again, but I’m loath to part with it anyway. It reminds me of my time at university. Plus, it may come in handy… for a fancy dress party perhaps?

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Geillis has decided, on the spur of the moment, to ‘jes’ pop ‘round fer a wee glass of wine’. That’s just a cover. What she actually wants is a ‘wee glass of wine’ while supervising my dress selection.

She takes a sip and reclines on my bed, casting a critical eye as I pull a few dresses out of my wardrobe and lay them next to her.  She’s not giving much away as she continues to study them.

“Well?” I stand at the end of the bed and stare at her, waiting for her comments.

“I canna give ye ma answer ‘till I’ve seen them all,” she replies.

“That’s it. That’s all my fancy evening dresses.”

She stares at me in disbelief, before gazing once more at the three dresses displayed on the bed.

“Ye dinna have any more cocktail dresses, then?”

I shake my head. “‘Fraid not. When I go cocktail drinking, I tend to wear something more casual. There’s not a great call for fancy frocks when it’s two for one cocktails at the ‘Slug and Lettuce’.”

She sighs very loudly and grimaces. We’ve had these conversations often enough over the years. She despairs about my lack of interest in fashion. It’s true, I can’t tell a Marc Jacobs from a Marks and Spencer. Well, I possibly could, but you get my drift. I tried to be fashionable back in 2008 and look where it got me— wearing a dress that resembled a sweetie wrapper with a headband that brought me out in a rash.

I sometimes wonder if the real reason that she has asked me to be a bridesmaid has less to do with being best friends and more to do with being able to control what I’m going to wear. I’m joking of course, it’s because we’re best friends— Geillis choosing my dress is just an added perk for her.

“So, I think ye wear this one.” She gets up, moves me to one side and quickly rifles through the wardrobe, giving a cry of triumph as she finds what she’s looking for.

I knew it—I knew she would remember that dress. She was with me when I bought it— a late night Sauvignon Blanc fuelled online purchase. She describes it as my “hello boys” dress. I’ve never worn it and this is not the occasion for its inaugural outing.

I mean, it’s a lovely dress— black with an off the shoulder bardot neckline and very, very form fitting. But totally not the message I want to send to Jamie.

I shake my head. “Nope… no way. Not that one.”

I point instead to a dress lying on the bed, originally bought for a hospital fundraiser last year. It’s very nice and infinitely more suitable— black with sparkly red splodges; a slight v neck and fitted bodice going into a flared skirt. It even has pockets.

Geillis raises her hands in exasperation. “Fine. Have it yer way. But, Claire, do ye no’ want tae mebbe try it?”

I grab the dress from her and stuff it back in the wardrobe, ignoring her last comment. But she doesn’t give up so easily.

“See what could happen, eh?”

I turn to face her. “I know what could happen. He’ll think that I’m after him and that I’ll be it. End of friendship.”

“But mebbe—“

I interrupt her. “No maybe about it. Besides all this is missing the point. I want Jamie in my life as a friend, the same way that you and Mary and Anna are in my life. I don’t want anything more from him. I don’t need any romance. Can you understand that?”

“Aye but—“

She’s still not willing to drop the subject and I’ve had enough. I drain my glass of wine and start to walk out of the bedroom.

“No buts. That’s it. Just drop it, please.” At the doorway, I pause. “Now, do you want another glass?”

She starts to follow me. “Of course. And sorry,Claire, I dinna mean tae annoy ye. It’s jes’—“ she stops herself before saying anymore.

“Ok... Shall we order a takeaway,then?”

As I head into the living room, with Geillis following, I’m pretty sure I can hear her muttering under her breath about taking chances.

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Jamie said he would pick me up at seven. I’m clearly still working on Frank time, as I’m ready with fifteen minutes to spare. I perch on the edge of a chair, trying not to crease my dress, smudge my mascara or run my fingers through my hair.

I must admit, I have enjoyed the whole formal dressing up process. It’s not something I do too often— my socialising tends to be of a more relaxed nature. But this makes a welcome change.

With five minutes to spare, the bell rings. I gather up my pashmina and clutch bag and make my way downstairs, my high heeled sandals making a clacking sound against the old floor tiles.

Jamie is waiting outside, next to his old french blue Triumph Stag sports car. Like he said, he’s wearing a suit—dark grey instead of his usual navy blue. Still with a white shirt and a rust coloured paisley tie. His auburn curls nestle against his jacket collar. He looks immaculate.

In a parody of a chauffeur, he touches his forelock, bows and opens the passenger door for me. “M’lady,” he adds with his customary half grin.

“Thank you, Parker,” I reply primly and arrange my skirt under me as he scoots around to the driver side.

I do like this car. It’s old, a bit threadbare in places and smells slightly of damp. But it positively oozes vintage style and glamour. Fortunately the hardtop is on as the clouds are gathering ominously overhead.

“I thought we were getting a taxi. Are you not drinking?” I ask as he starts to drive.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he snorts with laughter. “No’ drinking? What kind of rugby ‘do’ d’ye think this is? No, I’ll leave the car at the club and we can get a taxi, if that’s ok wi’ ye.”

We drive on in silence for a couple of miles. Not an awkward silence, just a we-don’t-really-have-to -make-small-talk kind of silence.

“I’d have thought you’d be wearing a kilt tonight.” I comment.

“Hmm, weel, I do like tae wear it fer special occasions, but, when the rugby lads get together, who kens what can happen. Trousers tend tae be the safer option.”

“You could always wear underpants,” I suggest.

He looks horrified at the suggestion. “Dinna be saying that tae a true Scot, Sassenach.”

“I consider myself suitably chastised.”

“Glad ye realise that.” He smiles and changes the subject totally. “Sae, on our table this evening, there’ll be ma sister Jenny and her husband Ian, and Rupert, ye ken Rupert, and his wife Morag.”

“Oh, so you know Rupert— outside of work, I mean.”

“Aye, we grew up together. And Ian too. Mind, he was a couple of years older than Rupert and me— same age as Jenny—and always used tae follow her around like a wee pup. I’ve only known Morag a couple of years though. She’s nice but verra quiet. She lets Rupert do most of the talking.”

“I liked Rupert.”

“He’s a great bloke. Best decision I made, asking him tae join me at FraserFoods. Ian’s a great bloke too. Ye’ll like him.”

Jamie pulls the car into the rugby club car park,  and switches the engine off. He sits still for a moment, staring through the windscreen. I can hear music coming from the large marquee lit up with lanterns and residing on one of the rugby pitches. Even though it’s early in the evening, there’s plenty of raucous laughter coming from that direction too. No doubt the bar has already seen plenty of action.

“Well?” I elbow him in the ribs.

“Sorry. I was jes’ thinking about how best tae describe Jenny.” He turns and smiles. “She’s the best sister a chap could want and a true friend— once she gets tae know ye. She can be a wee bit, shall we say, prickly, at first. And she thinks she kens what’s best fer me, as only a big sister can. She thinks ma life is no’ complete… no’ wi’out a wife and a couple of bairns.”

“Have you explained that this isn’t a date… that we’re friends?”

“Aye, I’ve told her that,” he gives a little laugh and nods his head towards the marquee.  “Sae she’ll most likely be in there right now scouring the place fer any suitable contenders.”

He gets out of the car and is at the passenger door before I’ve had a chance to unfasten my seatbelt and gather my pashmina around my shoulders.

“M’lady,” resuming the chauffeur role, he opens the door for me.

I clamber out, somewhat ungainly and wait as he locks the car. Even with my highest heels on, I still have to crane my neck to look at him as he stands up straight and adjusts his jacket.

“Shall we?” He gestures the marquee with his hand.

“God, yes. I could do with a gin and tonic. I’m parched.” Plus, I reckon I need a stiff drink or two down my throat before I meet Jenny. She sounds formidable.

“C’mon then.” And he leads the way into the marquee.

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Sweet Nothing (MHA Staff AU Fanfiction)

Chapter 19 

Warnings: None, swf. 

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x OC (Mai Montoya, Pro Hero Zion) 

If you want to read of the events before this chapter here is the Master List 😊

If I wasn't in the compromising position I was in right now, I swear my reaction to Vlad telling me that the hero course final's practical exam was being changed this year, I would be stomping over to Nezu to give him a piece of my mind.

We were currently sitting on my couch with his bulldog perched up on my lap, snoring his little life away, and Vlad placing my feet in his lap while we were watching a movie. Vlad thought it was best to tell me the news after spending some time with his dog since he knew it would have me in a good mood. How dare he use my love for dogs against me?

"I can't believe this. Why didn't anyone tell the counselors? Wasn't Hounddog in the meeting?" I chastised while lightly caressing the dog's ear.

"You mean, you and Lily? The only two hero course counselors? Because you would both be against it, and Nezu didn't want to deal with the two of you." He said as he lightly massaged my feet.

"Well, he wouldn't have to deal with us if he treated our students like students and not soldiers," I grumbled. The bulldog started to rustle in his sleep, waking up slightly to cuddle further into me. "I think your dog likes me more than you."

"He's just a spoiled baby and likes when he gets attention. Have fun with her while you can buddy, I have her for the rest of the night." I couldn't help but laugh at how he acted with his dog. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before the week off the exam. But I can't say I disagree with Nezu and Aizawa about upping the exams' difficulty. With the recent villain attack and how more and more villains are popping up. Or with how All Might is right now. I can see that we do need to train them more efficiently to be better prepared for the changing world."

"But they're only first-year students. It's a little excessive to me to be putting so much on them so early. I understand the need. I do. I just feel like the pace needs to slow down a bit."

"Midnight said that in the meeting. I'm surprised that you haven't asked what they wanted to do for the practical yet. I figured that would've been the first thing that came to mind." Vlad looked away from the TV to meet my gaze.

"What did they wanted to do?" I let my face fall in disgruntlement.

"They want the teachers to fight the students." He flatly said.

"THEY WHAT?" Vlad aggressively shushed me and pointed to the dog, who was scared awake. I quickly patted the little guy and cooed him, "Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to scare you. Relax and go back to sleep."

Vlad looked at me for a moment. His eyes were a little unreadable. He then shrugged and spoke a matter-of-factly, "I told you that we didn't tell you and Lily for a reason."

"What am I supposed to do now? Just sit and watch while grown adults fight students?" He nodded in response, "Vlad." No response, "Vlad?" Nothing. "Sekijiro?"

He finally went back to giving me his attention, "Yeah?"

"You really agreed to this?" I pleaded.

"You called me by my first name?" He squinted in confusion, then relaxed, "Yes, I did. They made valid arguments."

I simply hummed and nodded, dropping the subject, not like I can do anything about it. Then I looked at him while he had his attention on the screen in front of us. "Did I cross a line? Was it not okay to call you by Sekjiro?"

"Hmm? No, it's not that. Just didn't expect it, that's all. You rarely call me by it, only Vlad or my family name." He rubbed the back of his neck, he was trying not to show that he was uncomfortable, but the whole room felt different from a minute ago.

"I'm sorry. I should've probably asked first. I just assumed that since-- never mind. If it made you uncomfortable, I'd just call you by Vlad or by your last name until you want me to call you something else." I didn't mean to look so wounded, but I couldn't help the way my voice got quiet and the way I held my chin low. I didn't mean to make things so awkward. Since high school, we've known each other, and now we were sort of dating, so it was a simple mistake—no big deal.

"No, I get it, you assumed that we were close enough... which we are... I.. uh." Vlad struggled to find the words he wanted to say. He moved from his spot on the couch to stand and walk over to me and kissed my forehead, "We are close. I just didn't expect it." He said that, and he looked at me lovingly when he did. But it didn't feel like it was the truth.

I still leaned forward to give him a small peck, "Okay, let's just finish the movie and call it a night." We exchanged smiles and continued the night with the awkwardness hanging above our heads. Luckily I had the dog to distract me.

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Midnight was walking into the teacher lounge to find Lily and I waiting for her at her desk. She went from her normal sultry demeanor to a slow and bewildered one, "Yes?"

Lily spoke up first, "So the practical exam was changed, and you were against it but didn't warn us?"

"Who snitched?" Midnight scrunched her face in anguish like a shameless kid that got caught doing something they knew they weren't supposed to do. She slumped and leaned on one foot folding her arms. Her signature whip in hand. "I didn't say anything because I didn't want to look like a whiny, childish colleague to the teachers. Despite my seniority, I still have to pick my battles when I want to be voicing out issues during meetings."

"If it's because you are one of the few women on the teacher's staff, I could definitely whip the men into shape to take you seriously," I reassured her.

"I would've expected for you to have a lot more say than anyone." Lily mirrored Midnight's pose, "But I guess it's different when no one else is backing you up."

"To be fair, I think you guys will be amused with the way we teachers were paired off with the students, especially your students, Mai." Midnight brushed off the topic of the inequity between the men and women staff and moved on to explain how the exam changed.

"Let me guess. You are up against Mineta." I tried to stay serious, but the image of the little weasel being chased around by Midnight was too hilarious not to burst out laughing.

"Don't worry, you two. We'll be tough on them but not too tough. We're going to leave some leeway for them to pass." She put her hands on both of our shoulders in reassurance.

"You better, or you all will have hell to pay." We both glared at her, to which she responded with a giggle.

"Shouldn't you be getting to the examination room with Recovery Girl?" She raised an eyebrow and smirked down at me while I puffed my cheeks and started getting out of her chair.

"Yeah... I really hate that I wasn't allowed to give my students a pep talk before their exams, but Aizawa had them so nervous for this exam that they were more busy studying that I didn't feel comfortable taking their time away from it. Especially when some of them were in dire need of studying. On the bright side, they all mentioned to me that they formed study groups. So I guess it's good that they are relying on each other."

I grabbed my bag and waved them goodbye while walking out of the office to meet with Recovery Girl. The little old lady was waiting in the nurse's office on her little chair. Her feet dangled as she lightly kicked them as I walked in. She then motioned for me to help her down, and we walked off to the examination room.

"You look really comfortable today." She said, noting my outfit. I had some white sneakers on with a mid-length a-line white skirt with a collared shirt underneath my green UCLA sweatshirt. I decided to keep my hair in a fishtail braid with a few hairs framing my face. My glasses sat on top of my head.

"I figured since it was exam day, I wasn't going to need to do a lot of work today." I shrugged and put my glasses on.

"I haven't seen your necklace until now. It's charming." My necklace? My hand went up to reach the silver chain with the small lopsided heart. I've had it for years, rarely do I ever take it off. Sometimes I forget I am even wearing it. Ironically, it was a gift from Aizawa back when we were kids. Despite being detached from him for so long, I still kind of had a piece of him with me.

"Thank you. I wear it all the time, actually."

"You should tell me where you got it. Maybe I'll buy one."

"I wish I could tell you, but I'm afraid I was never told." I smiled wholeheartedly at the little old lady.

We made it to the room, and I opened the door for her, and as she walked in ahead of me, she decided to comment, "Oh, I'm sure Aizawa remembers, I'll ask him." Sometimes I hate her for knowing everything. But hey, that's part of her being the heart of UA.

Soon after we got situated, a few of my students came in to watch their peers during their examination. Specifically, it was Midoriya and Uraraka that walked in along with Aoyama and Bakugo. I'm guessing they were paired off with each other and were going to be tested later. I sat next to Recovery Girl and leaned back in my seat, swiveling side to side as we watched the screen waiting for the exams to begin.

"You seem as anxious as the students, Ms. Montoya." Recovery Girl mentioned as the first match between Sato and Kirishima and Cementoss was about to begin.

"Well, I don't think it was right to change the practical on them, so I am a little nervous. I want them all to pass." I chewed on my bottom lip as I switched to tapping my foot instead.

"If we don't pass, Mr. Aizawa said we don't get to go to the training camp." Uraraka mentioned as she noticed that we were talking about the exam and the students, "I don't know if he was really serious, but it definitely got us wanting to make sure we passed more."

I grimaced, "I really hate how Aizawa adds more pressure on you guys, and he knows it, so it pisses me more off."

"Yes, I don't know why that man is so hard on his students. But I am sure that it is just a ruse." Recovery Girl did her best to reassure the student. "Now, let's watch your classmates."

One by one, each round of fights passed by, poor Kirishima and Sato were the first to fail the practical, which made all of us watching upset. The matches with Tsu and Tokoyami and Iida and Ojiro were nerve-wracking to watch but ended with all four of them winning and meeting back here to watch the rest of the class.

The current match that was about to start was between Todoroki and Momo and Aizawa. I had high hopes for the team, but both Aizawa and I noticed the shift in Momo's confidence after the Sports Festival. So it was hard to see if she was going to trust herself when making decisions in the practical exam. With Todoroki, my main concern was his inability to work with others and strategizing, but hopefully, the two actually work together and beat Aizawa. Lord knows that man isn't going to go easy on them. He lives for these moments where he can strike fear into his students. Not like I am expecting him to purposely fail them though, he's not THAT sadistic. I looked over at the students in the examination room and noticed the worried look on Ochako's face. She was getting more nervous as it got closer to her exam. I couldn't blame her. I haven't seen her and Aoyama really discuss a plan for how they will fight Thirteen. Midoriya was mumbling strategies to himself, oblivious to his friend's silent mental turmoil. "Ochako, sweetheart, why don't you come over here and watch the round with me?"

She slightly jumped, surprised at my sudden suggestion, but then shuffled her way over to me with a nervous smile.

"You okay? You seem like the nerves are eating away at you?" I swiveled to face her and placed my elbows on my knees and my chin on my hands as I looked up at her.

"Honestly? I am not okay, but I don't know how I am going to make a plan when my partner doesn't try to communicate with me and just focuses on how their suit looks." She looked glumly at her partner, who was still focusing on his reflection rather than the screen.

I looked at Aoyama, too, with my eyebrows scrunching together, trying to find the words to help her. "To give you some advice, you just have to smack some sense to them, but verbally, I'm not saying to smack Aoyama literally, but tell him upfront that he needed to take this exam seriously just like it was a real-life situation. Only then can you guys can collaborate. And don't worry about not having a plan at this current moment. It's always good to get used to thinking on the spot because you will rarely have time to plan before dealing with villains on the field."

She nodded with a slight pout, which reminded me how Midoriya would listen to me. I was about to continue speaking when Recovery Girl's voice spoke up, "It looks like Yaoyorozu and Todoroki aren't collaborating well, Todoroki got tied up, and she's running off."

Once she spoke up, we decided to keep the focus on the screen, Ochako quietly saying, "I'll take your advice, maybe I'll be able to make up some last-minute plan with Aoyama as we walk to our exam. Thank you, but I think I'll go back with Deku if you don't mind." I waved her off with a warm, reassuring smile as she walked back to her spot next to Midoriya.

As we watched the match, Recovery Girl and I kept making quiet remarks about the students and Aizawa. "I think Aizawa is going easy on them. I think he noticed that their plan shouldn't work if their timing is off." I noted.

"It looks like they figured out that Aizawa needs longer breaks between moments he uses his quirk after his injuries." Recovery Girl pointed, and I nodded in agreement. Eventually, the two students managed to capture Aizawa and won the match, and the students with us were filled with joy and relief, watching them win. I couldn't help but giggle a little. I feel like they were happier to see Aizawa get his ass beaten than just seeing their peers pass. "My, my, I guess that man is a big softie after all." Recovery Girl gleamed out loud and then smirked at me, lowering her voice again, "Not like I am surprised, I remember how he was in high school."

I decided to tease the grump and texted him a congratulations message, not really expecting a response.

Me

You sure like to give your students handouts for someone who likes not to give handouts to his students. Thank you for not failing Momo and Todoroki. They really needed the win. Counselor Montoya approves! 👍🏻💕

Grumpy Caterpillar 🐛🐱

Shut up. I wasn't going easy on them.

Me

Yes, you were. It's okay to admit you care about them. I won't tell anyone and ruin your reputation. Scouts honor! 😇🤞🏻

Grumpy Caterpillar 🐛🐱

🙄

Me

😱YOU USE EMOJIS?! SINCE WHEN?!

Grumpy Caterpillar 🐛🐱

I'm putting you on Do Not Disturb for the rest of the exam.

Me

Awe, but I love talking to u. I can feel the annoyance through my screen 😚😚

Grumpy Caterpillar 🐛🐱

Those better have been typos because Vlad probably doesn't appreciate you sending other guys kissy emojis.

Me

😚 This is for friends.

😘 This is for bfs/gfs

Don't flatter yourself, Sho.

Grumpy Caterpillar 🐛🐱 is typing...

"Who are you texting that is making you smiling and giggling so much?" Recovery Girl asked as she tried to look over my phone. Is it an old person thing to try and see people's phones? Torino did that, too, at the hospital.

"I'm just teasing Mr. Aizawa, and he's taking the bait," I said, not looking up from my phone reading his messages.

Grumpy Caterpillar 🐛🐱

I'm not the one doing the flattering.

Me

Wdym? 🤔

Read at 12:45 pm

Me

???????

I pouted at my phone and stuffed it into my skirt pocket. "He left me on read, how rude."

"Maybe he got tired of the teasing. You can be annoying at times. Now let's continue with the exams." The blunt old lady bumped my head with her cane lightly, or at least what she thought it was lightly.

"Ow, that cane should be registered as a weapon." I rubbed my head.

"Don't take advantage of the attention that man gives you. You're smarter than that to string someone along." She huffed protectively.

"I am not doing anything, just being friendly, that's all."

"You should try being less friendly unless you actually want to pursue anything with him. But considering your relationship with Vlad, I don't think that's happening."

"I'm teasing, not flirting. Plus, it's not like Aizawa to catch feelings."

"You can't catch feelings when you always had them, sweetheart." I looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, not really understanding where she was coming from. "For such a smart young lady, you seem to be oblivious when it comes to love. Unless you're just denying the inevitable."

"And what is the inevitable, Ms. I Know Everything?"

"That you and Shota never got over your feelings for one another. So the feelings are rising to the surface once more, but that isn't any of my business." Recovery Girl mentioned not taking her eyes off of the screen. "And you can't deny it, Gran Torino and I like to talk, you know? He told me about you two at the hospital. And don't think I didn't see you guys in my office looking like you wanted to smash your faces together. You're not kids anymore, be mature about this, Mai, please."

Be mature... Yeah, right... If it goes both ways, then he should be doing something about it, too, not just me. It can't all be me. "Let's just watch the rest of the exams and drop this subject. Not like anything could happen. I'm leaving at the end of the year."

"And you're with Vlad." Recovery Girl felt the need to remind me.

"Eh, I'm starting to think it might not be as serious as I thought," I say, remembering how awkward Vlad got when I misunderstood how close we were. I still enjoyed being around him, and I enjoyed the attention, but after that, it made me second guess myself a lot when it came to him. Like, if I couldn't even call him by his first name, how could he and I be close enough to sleep together? It didn't sit right with me. I think he felt it, too, because we weren't really intimate after the name debacle. Recovery Girl then turned to me to see the serious look on my face while I watched Ochako and Aoyama go through their exam, and then she put her hand on my head as a way to comfort me. Nothing was going on between Aizawa and me, just displaced feelings. We'll eventually get to be just friends without the feelings of what if's and what could be's getting in the way.

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How Apathy Became Nate

A/N: Part 2 of Writing Marathon! Next, Soulmates Part 3! This is based off @fanartfunart‘s Apathy (Nate). Hope you like it, Firefly! It’s not my best, but I like it. (Also the title is crap forgive me.)

Word Count: 1493

Pairings: None

Warnings: Nothing too major this time, except for Deceit giving us some good ol’ exposition, and Remus is mentioned a couple times.

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Thomas was having a crisis.

Now, this was usual, or he would not have any videos. Having a crisis made up about 50% of his content. But normally, the crisis was something of the past, or made up entirely. This crisis, however, was something of reality.

He was hopelessly in love.

And of course, everyone was arguing.

“We have to make a move! Who knows what’ll happen if we let this prince leave without even trying!” Roman shrieked.

“We can’t afford to approach him! Who knows what’ll happen if we do try to talk to him!” Virgil shouted back.

“Now guys, let’s try listening to what everyone is saying! Both Roman and Virgil have good points,” Patton tried to pacify the situation, but it really didn’t help.

“I still believe that you are all making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be. Why don’t you just ask him out?” Logan asks.

Virgil screams “NO!” just as Roman is screaming “YES!”

“Ooh boy I did not miss that,” Thomas said, covering his ears. He really didn’t know how all of them got so loud.

“Well isn’t this just pleasant,” A calm voice said, knocking Virgil and Roman from their arguing frenzy.

“Deceit. Seriously, why are you here? I’m not lying, or feeling morally ambiguous, so what your deal, you slimy boi?” Thomas asked.

“While I would totally not appreciate you calling me a ‘slimy boi’, I’m here for other reasons.”

“And what could those possibly be?” Virgil growled.

“Why, to give voices to the previously unheard, of course.”

“Certainly you don’t speak of my brother, do you Deceit?” Roman inquired.

“Of course not, Prince Charming. I mean a voice Thomas has yet to hear.” Deceit grinned.

Virgil groaned. “No. They cannot come. Please.”

“Oh, well, why ever not?”

“Wait, who are you talking about?” Thomas asked.

“Well, you’ll see!” And with a flick of his wrist, Deceit disappeared, an a new side sat on the couch.

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When Deceit mentioned that there was another ‘dark’ side, Thomas was expecting something dark and sinister. You know, the general Disney villain aesthetic that the other dark sides went for. Maybe Narcissism, maybe Insanity, maybe just Evil.

What Thomas was not expecting was the side that was currently sitting behind him on the couch.

He had his shirts on inside out and backwards. He had a jacket tied around his waist, glasses hanging on his collar, and were those pajama pants?

Geez. This dude was a hot mess.

“Who are you?” Thomas asked, thinking this was a reasonable question to ask.

The side just shrugged and went back to lounging on the couch.

“Could you please answer me?” Thomas asked again, still trying to be polite.

“I could, but that might take too much effort,” the side mumbled.

“Okay, can someone else tell me who this is?” He was getting a little frustrated now. This side was being a pain and they really didn’t have time to deal with this crap.

“Can’t you tell? The indolent outfit? The misuse of glasses-” Roman began, being cut of by Logan saying “Seriously. If you have glasses, that means you need them. So wear them.”

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by Doctor Boo, it’s really quite obvious. It’s Apathy!” He finished with his normal Roman dramatic flair.

“Apathy?”

“Yep. The one and only. And Roman, we get that you’re extra. Do you really need to be so extra all the time?” Apathy mumbled.

“Yes, well maybe-No! I will not fall for your silly mind games, you skanky sloth!”

“Mind games? What are you guys talking about? Logan, can you fill me in here?”

“Certainly. Apathy, the bane of my existence, is your lack of interest. He-”

“It’s ‘they’, Logan. Seriously, after dealing with me for this long, you would think you would get it by now.” Apathy mumbled. Did they ever speak up? Thomas thought.

“Apologies, they finds all thinks mundane or useless, so they doesn’t do anything. Their power, if could even call it that, is to convince somebody to slowly stop doing whatever it is they enjoy. So, for Roman, it’s being all dramatic and over the top.”

“So essentially, kiddo, Apathy makes you unproductive,” Patton said.

“Yeah. And we don’t really get along,” Virgil growled.

“Virg? Why not?” Thomas asked.

“Anxiety and Apathy? You’d never get anything done! You’d either be anxious about whatever it is you’re doing, or you’d never have enough motivation to actually do it!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Virgil had said something about motivation. Does that mean... “Are you the one that’s been behind all my lack of motivation problems?”

“Yep. Who else would it be, Logan?”

“Of course not,” Logan retorted. “I am completely for Thomas working on improving his-”

“It was sarcasm, dude. Get a hint.” Apathy rolled his eyes in Logan’s general direction.

“Anyway, what am I going to do with him? I can’t have him constantly draining my motivation, I have to get things done-”

“Can you please chill out? V doesn’t need anything else to worry about,” Apathy said, actually speaking at a normal volume for once.

“I told you not to call me V,” Virgil frowned.

“I’ll stop calling you V when you stop acting like it’s the early 2000′s.”

Virgil did not have a response to that.

“To touch on why Deceit even summoned me here, I think romance is a waste of time. Too much work and commitment. But if you really like this dude, maybe just go for it. And hey, if it doesn’t work out, then you’ll get over it. You did last time.

“Anyway, you don’t have to worry about the motivation thing. I won’t be in your way. The only times I really do my job are on weekends and times when you work yourself too hard.”

“Wow. That’s... surprisingly good advice, Apathy. And you really won’t bother me?”

“Yes Thomas. I’m less of a dark side, more a ‘morally ambiguous’ side.”

“Huh.”

“As Deceit has shown,” Logan said “Appearances can be deceiving.”

“Yeah. Well, I gotta go. Have to keep Remus from making you too crazy.”

“Wait what?”

But Apathy was already gone.

“We’ve gotta head out too, kiddo. Movie night.” Patton said.

“But we haven’t solved what I’m gonna do about this guy!” Thomas said.

“Look, if there is one thing you can learn from Apathy, it’s you need to chill a bit,” Virgil said.

“That’s smart coming from you, Virgil,” Roman scoffed.

“But it’s true. I, well, I keep you on your toes, especially when it comes to relationships. But Apathy is right. Sometimes, we just gotta chill. I’ll... I’ll let up if you actually try to build your relationship with him.”

“Alright, Virgil. I’ll try.”

And with Thomas’ closing statement finished, the sides all gathered for movie night.

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Over the next couple weeks, Apathy became less of nuisance and more of a friend. Sure, there were still bumps, especially when Apathy and Logan couldn’t figure out a work schedule that worked for both of them. But they managed.

One night, during a (much later) movie night, they couldn’t decide on what to watch. 

“How about Cinderella? It’s a classic,” Roman suggested.

“Dude. We have watched Disney for the past month. Let’s do something else,” Virgil groaned. 

“What’s wrong with Disney?”

“Nothing. It’s just that we watch it way too much.”

“Ugh. Fine. Apathy, since you haven’t picked a movie, what would you like to watch?” Roman turned to where the side was lying on the floor, finally wearing his jacket and glasses, scrolling through some weird website that nobody wanted to ask about.

“Hmm?”

“Roman asked what movie you wanted to watch, Apathy,” Logan repeated, letting Patton curl into him a little bit more.

“Oh. Ummm... I don’t really care? But how about Love, Simon, since everyone likes that one.”

“Sweet.” Roman was about to play the movie when Apathy had one more statement to add.

“And it’s Nate.”

Everyone was quiet for a second, then Patton asked “What was that, kiddo?”

“Nate. My name?”

Everyone paused again.

“Nate. Huh. Wasn’t what I was expecting, but I like it.” Roman said cheerfully.

“Thanks for telling us, Nate. You’ve gotta be really brave to share your name with us.” Patton grinned, which made Nate flush a little bit.

“Yeah, well, it was getting annoying to have to listen to you call me Apathy when I knew I had a name, so it was an easy choice.”

Nate played it off like it was nothing, but Virgil knew how hard it was for a ‘dark’ side to share their name (except for Remus. But he generally was the black and green sheep of the family). So he shared a small smile with Nate, not saying anything. He knew that look was enough for them.

Because Nate was just family now. Not a ‘dark’ side, not a ‘light’ side, just family.

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Ereri - Paintball (Christmas Edition) 🔞

AUTHORS NOTE: Merry Christmas to my great friend and mother-in-law hehe @tsukiy0~ I love you so sooooo much you have no idea!! Thank you for everything you have done for me and just being who you are. As a show of my appreciation I’ve written this fic for you because you know how much we love to make stories and scenarios of our precious Ereri. So I hope you enjoy your Christmas present just as much I did while writing it. Everyone who is also a huge ass fan of Ereri just like us two also please enjoy reading this headcanon and spread the love~

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Levi had no idea how in the hell he got dragged into all of this but knowing Hange was the influential person behind it, in the end, it wasn't that out of the ordinary. However, that didn't mean that today was going to be an ordinary day, on the contrary. A few days prior, Hange had interrupted one of captain Levi's training with his new squad about what Levi had planned to do for his coming birthday. Such news sparked interest to his cadets about how they could help in celebrating him in one of the most beautiful and special days of the year, Christmas. At the end of the day, the elite squad spent the remaining of the day in the training grounds obsessing over the party plans with squadron leader Hange. Meanwhile, the captain had his back to the circle with a stoic expression about how unnecessary such bashfulness and plans were needed in regards to his birthday.

It was December 24th and Levi was at one of the barns; where supplies for the expeditions outside the walls were kept, in which was completely transformed into a space made for a paintball arena. Right off the bat, he noticed how all his cadets including Hange where waiting for his arrival all dressed up as Christmas inspired characters. As Levi blinked multiple times in surprise, Eren breaks from the group to hand over Levi's costume with a beaming eye smile. Already made into a blushing mess, that only Eren Yeager had such effect on him, he couldn't stand the fact about how freaking adorable Eren looked in his reindeer costume. How those little antlers complimented his dark and messy brown hair. How that jingle bell choker accentuated his defined muscular neck and prominent collar bones underneath his classic green long sleeve. How... "Heichou," Eren interrupts Levi's train of thoughts. "Everything alright? Are you ready to undress?~" Eren asks with a sly smile and deep dark eyes. "Uh? Yes, Yes. Of course, I'm fine." He looks past Eren and sees the group in the back waiting for them both with their costumes on. Armin as a snowman, Mikasa as a candy cane, Hange as a Christmas tree,  Connie as an elf,  Jean as a gingerbread man, and Sasha as a potato with Christmas lights. Levi once again blinks reassuringly and looks back at Eren wearing an innocent smile with a hand lingering onto Levi from when he gave him his costume. "The changing area is on the first door to your left," Eren states and walks back to the group in which leaves Levi to notice the cute little fluffy tail he seemed to wear as he headed back. This causes Levi to become even redder at this point and rushes over straight to the changing station to prevent the others from noticing his blushing mess.

After Levi had changed into his Santa outfit, the entire group gathers around and Jean begins to distribute an equal amount of colorful paintballs needed to play. Along with Connie passing out folded pieces of paper either numbered twenty-four or twenty-five to determine what members will be in which group. Meanwhile, Sasha helped Hange get everything sorted out and everyone else excitedly talked among themselves, Eren made his way next to Levi who sat on a haystack awaiting further instructions with his arms crossed over his chest. Levi hadn't buttoned his Santa coat all the way to the top and exposed a peak of his chiseled chest in which left Eren a bit hot and bothered. "Fuck, please ride me!" Eren commented under his breath as he nudged Levi's side and sat beside him who seemed clearly annoyed. "What did you say brat?" he asked as he looked up to him confused. "Oh nothing~" Eren added looking ahead as if concentrating on the rest of the group. "Hmm..." Levi adds in with a shy smirk with his head slightly held down to the opposite side of Eren, knowing exactly what he had said earlier.

Once everyone had their paintballs ready to be thrown at their opponents and knew their group members, Armin explained the rules to the survey corps first ever paintball game. Basically, each round would last twenty minutes in the dim light barn and the second floor could be used to attack others from above. The basic rules to the game were you get points for hitting your opponent with the homemade paintballs and one can get extra points for attacking the other team's headquarters and destroying it. Such headquarters could be identified by the green haystack castle for team twenty-four and the red haystack castle for team twenty-five. Along with final instructions on how everyone is to behave when in game mode. All the while, Levi's arms had found their way firmly around Eren's waist since he had pulled him to sit on his lap before he had to say goodbye to Eren and become rivals. Or as Levi so puts it: to protect Eren's ass from an accidentally lost needle that might potentially stab him and then have him unintentionally transform into a titan and creating a huge mess.

Armin's instructions had come to an end and everyone rose up from their seats to head to where the game would officially take place. Levi had tried to get up to join his team to talk strategy but his boyfriend had prevented him from doing so. Eren had leaned in to draw closer to Levi and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Let the best team win Levi heichou," Eren whispered in a low voice and kissed the root of his ear, making electric chills run down his spine. Levi felt him leaning in for another kiss until Mikasa called out for him. "Hey, Eren come on over here! We have to come up with a plan of attack!" Eren chuckles into his ear and then gets off of Levi's laps, extending a hand for him to join him. "Okay, okay, okay Mikasa!" Eren retorts back. The pair then walked side by side, away from the common area and head to the entrance of the proclaimed paintball arena where Mikasa is waiting for him. Mikasa then takes Eren by the arm and leads him towards their green headquarters where Hange and Jean await. "Levi heichou, we really need you, where are you?" chimes in Armin calling from where their team's base with Sasha and Connie are at.

The countdown had started and Levi's team had come up with a great plan to destroying the other team's base which rallied up more points than just hitting individual members and how to protect their own. However, the plan to attacking individual opponents was left up to each member of his team, since he trusted that by now everyone was clever to be fast enough to make strategic attacks due to the countless of confrontations everyone has had with titans. Once everyone knew their jobs and their positions they waited for Hange to finish off the countdown. Sasha then left to the upper level, Connie dashed into one direction, Levi headed for the other, and Armin stayed behind to protect their red headquarters. Within a matter of minutes, the barn was full of paint everywhere along with screams and laughter of all the scouts fighting to become the winning team and claim victory. "Yeeeeeeah! Attack!" Sasha yelled in enthusiasm which was followed by Connie's giggles. "Damn you guys! Don't you even think you can beat us!" Eren followed with his cry for freedom, not too far from the green teams' headquarters. Levi assumed he was in charge of protecting their headquarters by the sound of it and begins to make his way. He smirks and quickly shuffles through the obstacles to find cover so he wouldn't be seen by Jean on the second floor.

The twenty minutes given to play the first round had passed by surprisingly fast and paintballs were flying through the air in a zig-zag motion. Levi tried to run towards the rival team's green castle without drawing any kind of attention towards his intention of wrecking it completely during the last few minutes of the game. However, Levi suddenly had to stop in his tracks as someone had smacked their hand right above his head and against the wall, blocking him with their arm and pinned him against the wall from continuing further. He was out of breath from all the running and it took him a few seconds to recognize the familiar face in the dim light barn; Eren Yeager. He was looking as hot as ever. Sweat dripped down his neck and chest as his green sleeve shirt became a bit see through from all the sweat that had clung onto his upper body, exposing his muscular built figure. His boyfriend was panting hard but his gaze was firmly set on Levi's, giving him his ultimate undivided attention. Levi gulps from the sudden thirst and tries to hide his face from becoming flustered at Eren's heavenly sight. A half-smile rose upon his lips and states, "I haven't seen you at all throughout the game. You're so slick, babe!" he chuckles and leans down slightly closer to him. Levi could feel his hot breath hitting against his porcelain-like skin and it causes his body to shiver a bit. "Agh! I so wish we could've been partners in crime but I guess this works out just fine. Now, I just have to make sure you don't destroy our chances of winning," he joked and bit his lower lip seductively as he let his left hand slide down the wall and let it rest on Levi's hip while keeping a firm hand on Levi's right shoulder. Eren slipped his fingers under the hem on Levi's shirt and started drawing hearts on his v-line with the tips of his cold slim fingers, in which were surprisingly soft and not hard with calluses from all the years of training.

The younger male stepped closer to him so that he could press his entire body against him. Levi wrapped his arms loosely around his neck and Eren took that as permission to overpower Levi as he could him. Eren leaned in for a hungry wet kiss and Levi could taste the sweetness of the taste of wine he hadn't seen him drink before the game started as he licked the inside of Eren's mouth slowly. The intensity and passion of each and every kiss made Levi feel as if he was drunk from the lingering taste of the alcohol left on his mouth. His boyfriend played tag with Levi's tongue until Eren got tired and felt his tongue attacked, making himself surrender to Levi's dominance in which Eren loved oh so much. "Ahh heichou, mhmm~" Eren moaned out against Levi's lips in which overwhelmed Levi with an abundance of chills throughout his body and butterflies to infest his stomach. He loved the way Eren called him heichou because no other person could ever make him feel the heat, love, and thirst he had for him. Just at the say of the word 'heichou' by his other cadets didn't compare at all to the way Eren would say it. Every time he heard 'heichou' come out of the mouth's of others made him long for Eren to rather say it instead and have his presence next to him. It got Levi hoping to always have Eren by his side, Eren's kisses got Levi hoping to save him from the vulnerability of humanity in the face of titans, Eren's touch got him hoping to continue to comfort and care for him when no one else in this damned world could. Eren was his hope and the word 'heichou' coming out of his and only his mouth transformed the meaning of the word entirely. Levi loved it and it was little things like that in which didn't take much to turn him on.

After a moment Levi reluctantly pulled away for some air being that he was out of breath, though not from the previous constant running but rather from the heat of their passionate and intense make-out session. Eren let him do so even though he could've gone longer thanks to his excellent breathing skills he had developed from every single brutal training he's ever had to endure from his captain. Levi bit his lower lip harshly trying to control himself from melting into Eren's strong arms. "Ahh? Please don't hide your lips," Eren whispered lowly sounding almost like a growl and planted a gentle and sweet kiss on his boyfriend's lips which made Levi smile. Eren huffed a laugh and started planting sloppy wet kisses all over Levi's face and traveling down his neck. Eren then gets carried away and starts sucking Levi's soft spots, leaving them to hurt a bit and noticeably red in color. "Ahh, fuck babe~" Levi moans while gripping the back of Eren's shirt tightly. Eren apologizes by slowly licking each wound he made and kissing them softly afterward which makes Levi's toes to curl inside his boots like crazy. He then finds the collar of Levi's shirt and pulls it down slightly so he could finish his route of kisses on Levi's strong and prominent collar bones. Once he finishes he looks at Levi with a satisfied sly smile and Levi rolls his eyes and rings Eren's little jingle bell choker. Levi then gently cups Eren's handsome face, feeling his strong defined jawline and smiles warmly at Eren for making him feel all tingly. "What?" Eren smirked, arching his left eyebrow at him in a very teasing way. "I just... I can't take your hotness and cuteness at the same time right now. I mean how the hell can you be so damn cute and hot all in one?" Levi admits. "Are you serious? And you think I'm managing well right now?" Eren huffs in surprise. Levi didn't know how to answer to him and wasn't able to even if he wanted to because Eren gave no second thought to going in and nibbling on Levi's bottom lip and diving in for another deep kiss. The kisses being interchanged started to heat up by the second and Levi's fingers went under Eren's pants along with his underwear and began rubbing up and down his ass, accidentally making his reindeer tail fall off. Gripping them and digging his nicely cut and clean nails into Eren's skin every time a moan came out of their kissing mouths.

Each kiss and touch began to be begging for more and more as both Eren and Levi competed for dominance over the strong hunger they both felt for each other. Suddenly they become started by Hange's scream about the game to have had officially ended. Eren pulls out from the kiss and plants a comforting last kiss on the top of Levi's head. He then cups Levi's cheeks and leans in to lick his mouth across and blows hot air against them as he says "Well then see you back at the common area and then we can finish this afterwards with no interruptions." Eren then picks up his white tail off the floor and as he begins to walk away he turns around and flashes a wink to leave a flushed and puzzled Levi behind. Right afterward the rest of Levi's team found him in a state of not being able to move nor speak. "Agh, no wonder we lost to them. I guess their strategic defense plan worked rather well," Sasha said in a teasing tone. "Why am I not surprised? They indeed had Eren in their team," Connie adds in. "Eren! I can't believe you played us dirty like that!?" Armin said in disbelieve. All the while leaving Levi who can't help but feel embarrassed at the sight of Sasha, Connie, and Armin's faces of having lost the paintball game even after having humanity's strongest on their side.

[helheimraptor]

Such a dream [Elijah Kamski x Reader]

Word Count: 1523

Warnings: A little bit of smut, it hints at it definitely but it isn’t explicit.

Background: The first bit is from my story, this original version of the first part was more explicit but I made it more family friendly and then I decided to continue it and base it slightly off of things i’ve seen about bilingual characters and how adorable they are and also R.E.M from Ariana Grande is a great song so this is how this came to life. Enjoy?  

Extra: If you request it I can make something like this for other characters from DBH as well because I feel like that would be cool, or I can do head-cannons with this theme? Idk Request things for me to write pls. Also Unedited kinda.

"Anna, I need to talk to you for a few minutes, got some time?" Elijah asks me.

I look from Elijah to the door and back to Elijah and nod as he smiles and takes a seat.

I go to take a seat opposite him but he stops me and sits me down on his legs.

I gasp at the sudden movement and he chuckles.

"So, you are the famous deviant hunter, I've heard about you and honestly you are quite remarkable," Elijah praises.

"Why thank you," I reply smiling.

"Now the reason I wanted to keep you back was because I wanted to talk to you about this deviant situation you had last night," Elijah says softly.

His voice sends shivers down my spine as he lowers his voice.

Elijah brushes my hair behind my left ear, revealing my piercings which he admires.

"What do you want to talk about in referral to that?" I question.

"I wanted to ask about who do you think could possibly be helping that android," Elijah says.

"Well there was a deviant that we interviewed a few months back that was sent to the dumpster, but it could possibly be a revenge mission," I trail.

"Hmm," Elijah says as he remains silent.

"There were some deviants at the strip club in town that Connor didn't shoot so it could also be them getting revenge on me for some reason, but that wouldn't make sense," I explain.

Elijah looks at my collar bones that are poking through the top of my black shirt.

"Quite possibly, but that wouldn't make much sense as you said," Elijah says as his eyes slowly lower down my body, taking in the features of my body that are present with what I am wearing.

I have my signature tight black t-shirt on that is tucked into my navy blue police pants with my belt around my waist - which contains my gun, radio, phone, keys, badge and I.D - my shirt hugs my features tightly, which means my breasts, waist and stomach are on show, but through fabric. My collar bones stick out the neckline of my shirt which almost every guy looks at immediately.

"Yeah, so I'm not sure who else would have been involved, unless it could be someone who was helping one of the deviants that I took down within the past few months," I mention.

"That could be a possibility," Elijah says as he plays with my long blonde hair.

I let Elijah play with my hair because I don't really mind when people do it as I don't feel it that much.

"I probably should get back to the precinct as Hank and Connor will be wondering where I am," I say quietly and quickly.

"Of course, sorry to keep you so long," Elijah says as I stand up.

"Oh don't worry about it, thanks for having me and helping me with my deviant problem, if you ever need or want to talk to me here's my number and address," I say handing Elijah a piece of paper that I scribbled down my number and address on.

"Thanks," Elijah says smiling. "I'll stop by tomorrow if you want help fixing your place."

"That'd be great, I'll see you tomorrow then," I say leaving the building.

"Bye."

I exit Elijah's house and walk to Hank's car where both the guys are still waiting. I hurry to the car, apologising profusely as I get into the front seat.

"He likes you," Hank says as we drive off.

"Yeah obviously, he was checking me out, anyway I'm so sorry I took so long guys," I say looking behind me at Connor and smiling.

"Don't stress."

I relax at those two words coming from Hank's mouth and I slump back into my seat, listening to the music playing on the radio, hearing Hank care about me and tell me not to stress is one of the only things that gets me to relax because Hank is so asshole-ish all the time.

•••••••••

6 months later

The loud music of the party was getting a bit overwhelming as I wander around trying to find my boyfriend.

My eyes scan the crowd a couple times my eyes locking with co-workers who try to flirt with me. Eventually my eyes lock with the man I was trying to find, I approach him with a soft smile.

"Biggest party here in Detroit at this time of year," my boyfriend says as he wraps an arm around my shoulders when I stand next to him.

"Just to say the least," I chirp up with a smile as I look up at him.

"How nice of you to turn up."

"You know I could never miss an opportunity like this," I say kissing his lips quickly.

"Kamski! Richards!" I hear a voice shout from behind us.

Both Elijah and I turn around to see Hank and Connor behind us, both dressed up nicely.

"Ah if it isn't Lieutenant Anderson and his partner Connor, lovely to see you boys," I say giving both of them a hug, feeling Elijah's eyes burn into the back of my head.

"Lovely to see you too, it's been a while," Hank says as him and Connor shake Elijah's hand.

"Yeah, about a month i'd say," I say returning to Elijah's side.

"A month and five days to be exact," Connor says with a small smile.

Hank, Elijah and I all giggle at Connor's comment as Chloe comes around with drinks, which I gratefully accept.

"Wait so how long have you two been, y'know," Hank asks me and Elijah.

"Uh, what, about like 5 months?" I say looking up at Elijah.

"Yeah, just after the revolution ended," Elijah adds.

Elijah's hand drops from my shoulders down to rest on my hip as he pulls me closer to him.

"I'm gonna catch up with Hank and Connor for a bit okay? I'll be back soon," I say giving Elijah a kiss before walking to a quiet part of the room with Hank and Connor.

"You two seem pretty lovestruck," Hank comments as we sit down, looking out over the barren landscape.

"heh, you could say that."

I look over to Elijah who is talking to his guests, greeting them and making sure they get drinks and food.

"Anna, over here," Hank jokes while clicking in my face.

I zone back into reality and smile at the two boys in front of me.

"So what's been happening with you guys?" I ask.

Hank and Connor explain what has been happening in their life at the moment while I listen and think about how I should join the Police Force again.

"I'm thinking of joining the force again, should I?" I ask Hank specifically.

"Of course, we'd love to have you back!" Hank says happily.

I take a glance over at Elijah who is talking with some high school friends of his, making now the perfect time to embarrass him.

"I'll be back in a sec," I say standing up, adjusting my outfit which is a black jumpsuit with leg slits and black heels, my hair in it's classic high ponytail.

I walk over to Elijah and his group of friends, my hand resting on his broad shoulder, I lean down to his ear and open my mouth as I whisper something into his ear.

"Dois-je attendre dans la chambre, mon amour?" [Shall I go wait in the bedroom, my love?]

Elijah's face goes bright red as he looks up at me and gets a face full of breast.

Elijah turns to face his mates and looks down at his lap, face extremely red.

"So what's the answer sweetheart?" I whisper again.

Elijah starts to fiddle with his hands now before turning to me and kissing me passionately.

Elijah's friends all murmur something before one starts to cheer him on, I pull away quickly and walk over to his friend that was cheering very quickly.

"You wanna do that again? Because I am not afraid to kick you out, neither is Lij, so you can test your luck buddy or leave now and save yourself some embarrassment," I say sternly.

I return to Elijah and sit on the arm of the chair he is sitting on, while his arm moves behind me and rests on my hip again.

"Tu es un tel rêve pour moi," Elijah whispers back sensually. [you're such a dream to me]

"Shall we continue this conversation later then?" I question in referral to Elijah's friends and his horniness at the moment.

"Yes."

After everyone has left Elijah comes up from behind me and hugs me and kisses my neck.

"You know how to treat it," I softly hum as Elijah carries me to his bedroom.

Elijah puts me down at the entrance to his bedroom and I turn around, stopping him from going anywhere as I put my hands on his chest, slowly running them downwards.

"Boy you're such a dream to me," I sing innocently.

Elijah lets out a soft moan as I continue to sing.

"I watch them other girls when they come and bug you," I sing, cocking my head slightly, letting my ponytail fall to the side as Elijah kisses me softly, pushing me onto the bed.

Boy you're such a dream, if you can believe babe, boy you're such a dream to me.

[kiwi-buns]

Good Girl (M)

Baekhyun’s Pet Masterlist

Summary: After all, despite him being my sugar daddy, and me having to be there when he needs me, sometimes I wanted him to be there for me because he wanted to, not when it was convenient.

Genre (Rating): Fluff (M)

Length: 8.2k

It was about four in the afternoon, at least an hour and a half away from the time Baekhyun would be arriving home. Class was canceled, so I was at home all day, and there was nothing left for me to do. That was until I decided to create a fun project, or rather—mission for myself. 

Before Baekhyun starts to get busy again, I thought of something that would say: inspire him to clear his schedule for me. After all, despite him being my sugar daddy, and me having to be there when he needs me, sometimes I wanted him to be there for me because he wanted to, not when it was convenient.

Now, back to this mission. Baekhyun had told me once that he liked a girl who was able to try many new things in this 'relationship,' such as being adventurous. I didn't understand what he meant, so I asked him to explain. 

"Hmm, I don't know, just when you kind of do more than just expose your body in ways that you wouldn't in public. Or when you dress in your simple outfits."

"You don't like it when I dress simple, Daddy?"

"I didn't say—"

"You kinda did!"

"Woah, hey. I think simple is sexy, baby."

I chuckled mishieviously at the remembrance of when I teased Baekhyun, because he was so easily triggered. He didn't get genuinely mad or physical. His cheeks just flared a bright shade of pink, and that rarely happened. It only happens when I charm him or tease him. He's a grown man, but he needs that childish attitude thrown at him from time to time to maintain that youthful side of him—which I didn't assume was a notion until he actually told me so. Then, I made sure I teased him even more until he was commanding me to stop before I got punished.

"Anyway, you know how Daddy likes when you act really cute, right?"

"Cute? I don't act cute, I am cute!"

"If this, what you're doing, pouting and shouting at me is what you call cute, I would like to inform you that it's actually called being bratty. And yes, my mistake. Of course, you are cute, you know what I meant."

"Mm-hmm."

"Anyway, it's childish," he paused for a moment before he spoke the next words in a more quiet tone of voice, "but I sometimes imagine you dressed up like my little kitty." His tone was serious, so I refrained from laughing. That was until he started laughing to clear the awkward silence, and it was quite hysterical. 

I didn't ask him anymore questions after that, because he quickly changed the subject while scrolling through products on the screen of his laptop. He asked me what I wanted to eat for dinner, and I quickly forgot about it until now, when I was home alone with nothing to do, that it crossed my mind again. Now, I've created this master plan to try and impress Baekhyun. I asked his personal assistant to deliver the items I ordered to the front door. 

I heard a knock on the door and smiled, because I already knew who it was. I quickly skipped over to the door and swung it open, seeing that Baekhyun's assistant was holding two large bags in his hands. 

"Thank you, Mister!" I grabbed the bags from him, and as usual, he let out a soft chuckle when I somewhat rudely but unknowingly kicked the door closed once he was in the clear from getting smashed by it. I was just so excited to open the bags and reveal the contents of my master plan to step-by-step earn more of my daddy's attention.

I didn't feel the need to go extra expensive with the items, because after all, there's many places where you can snag a kitty costume from. I just looked up a store that was close by, sent a memo to Baekhyun's assistant, and had him deliver the listed items to the front door.

I danced over to the couch and bit my lip as I plopped down on the soft cushions with the bags looped around my fingers. I peeled them open and eyed the contents inside, dipping my hand in to lift a slightly hard object, and it had sharp ends that poked at my fingers a little. I lifted it out with my finger and stared at the headband, revealing two edge-rounded and triangular shapes sitting atop of it. Kitten ears. I believe I made a good choice after I can now see it in person. I took at least thirty minutes deciding between actual kitty ears or the ears themselves being made out of nothing but lace. I decided to choose the lace, because it was much more sexier.

I smiled and set the headband down beside me before digging into the bags again to pull out a lace bodice with a pair of garters attached to a hanger separate from it. The bodice had two pieces as well, but it seems that it was designed in a way to appear as one. The texture was smooth, and it had a somewhat silky feel when I pinched the fabric in between my fingers. A side of my lips itched upward. I was kind of nervous as to how exactly this would look on me. I knew my perfect size, but really, was I going to look right in this? I guess I'll have to find out myself.

I set the items down beside me and dug into the bag again, pulling out last but not least, a tail. I squealed and squeezed the long squishy object in my hand. I stroked my hand along it to feel the softness of it, and I even rubbed it on my cheek to see how it felt up against my skin there. My dirty mind got the best of me, and I felt heat rising to my cheeks at my own greasy thoughts, causing me to stop kneading the tail and set it down beside me. 

The last thing left was a collar and a bag full of makeup. I decided to buy neutral colors that would match with my costume, but also let my expression stick out to make myself look like a kitty. I thought of adding whiskers, but sometimes that can be too much. And what if Baekhyun turns into his puppyish self, erupting with licks and kisses before whimpering at the taste of a full face of makeup. No way. I'll keep it simple this time, because if Baekhyun really likes to see me dressed up as a kitty, things are going to get extremely spicy, and I can't risk anything—such as undeniable turn-offs.

I rose from the couch and threw away the plastic bags that I didn't need and went into our bedroom to change into my costume. After struggling to pull up certain tight ends on the outfit, I finally was able to stand up comfortably and look into the mirror at myself. I twirled my body around as I perked my ass up and arched my back while on my tippy toes to get a view of my ass in the reflecting glass. I gaped at myself and looked into my own eyes, shocked at how the lace seemed to hug—as well as expose my skin in ways more greater than expected. 

I snapped out of my self-ogling upon realizing that Baekhyun was going to be home soon. I decided not to wear the tail because I didn't feel the need to add it if I already loved the way the outfit looked on me. It would feel like too much, and it was kind of heavy too. 

I'm sure Baekhyun wouldn't mind.

I applied some glistening lipstick to my lips and winged my eyes with eyeliner, not too thick or too thin, and then I smoothed my baby hairs, curled my hair neatly, and wore my headdress. I snapped the collar around my neck. It was light, more like a choker, and easily removed with a small key that would be in Baekhyun's possession when he arrived home.

I tapped my upper lip just a little to smear more of the lipstick onto every inch of my mouth. Then, I placed my hand on my hip and posed in the mirror, once again scanning my body.

My smirk faded, because I couldn't help but realize how funny I looked. Did Baekhyun really like these kinds of things, or was he really just joking?

He's a grown man. I had to believe that he was definitely not going to like this. I wouldn't know. I've never been someone's baby girl before. Maybe a simple lace set would have done me more justice, because right now, I felt a little foolish in the mirror. Baekhyun did laugh about the thought of me being his little kitty, maybe because it was just a joke, and he did brush it off fairly quickly. I couldn't sense any nervousness in his gaze when he changed the subject, indicating it didn't really mean that much to him. Ugh, why did I even bother?

I turned off the bathroom light and stomped back into the living room, turning on the TV with a huge pout on my lips. My anger faded when I watched a few cartoons and K-Dramas.

I unconsciously fiddled with my outfit, rubbing the fabric in between my fingers before realizing that I was still wearing it! Baekhyun could be home any minute now.

I launched off the couch upon hearing a click and the front door open, grabbing a pillow to cover the exposed—or rather thin, lace-clad parts of my body. The pillow was only so big, so it didn't cover much. I tried to make my way out of the living room and toward the hallway until—

"Cupcake, I'm home!" Baekhyun chirped upon his entrance through the door. He tossed his keys somewhere on the kitchen island, took off his jacket, and started unbuttoning his dress shirt while kicking off his shoes.

I immediately stood frozen as I watched him undress. 

He paused his movements when his eyes travelled across the room and landed on me, seeing that I was standing there unmoving. I stared back at him silently, and I slowly took small steps side-by-side so that I could dash into the master bedroom to change into normal clothes and wipe off my makeup. The minute he arrived, I regretted my choice of clothing, or rather my lack of clothing. 

He frowned at my silence. Usually, I would run up and bear hug him around the waist, and he'd give me affectionate kisses on the crown of my head and massage my bum, but I was currently a few feet away from him and basically ignoring him. 

He quirked a brow at my weird behavior, and I watched as his pink and glistening tongue slid over lips to moisture and redden them. He held his bottom lip in between his teeth once his eyes travelled lower from my eyes and raked over my body, scanning the parts of my outfit that I failed to cover with the small pillow that I hugged to myself. I don't know why I attempted to hide. The cat ears above my head clearly indicated what exactly I was wearing, but I still timidly denied and hid behind the pillow. 

He looked back into my eyes and spoke. 

"What are you wearing?" He asked, trying to tilt his head to the side to see more of me, but I kept myself covered and continued taking steps closer to the hallway to get to the bedroom.

"N-Nothing," I stammered in a somewhat guilty, high-pitched, and not-at-all convincing tone of voice as I slowly and gradually grew farther from him. His eyes narrowed, and his posture broadened in a way that I would take as intimidation as he watched me attempting to circle the large room.

I could see his hands twitching at his sides and his jaw clenched while staring me down. I couldn't deny how much this rigid aura of his kind of turned me on. 

He moved, barely even taking a step as if he was hesitating to do so. Although it wasn't as nearly as efficient, I still flinched at that small, single motion and tried to move quicker.

He paused again.

"Where are you going?" He questioned with a quirked brow and a now more obvious, heated frown on his face. I whimpered inwardly at the sight and pursed my lips, feeling heat rising to my face underneath his scrutinizing gaze.

"U-Uh, just going to change." I pursed my lips again. "How was work?" I asked, trying to divert his attention elsewhere by changing the subject.

"Put the pillow down, love." He spoke softly, clearly not falling for anything I was playing at. Then, he started taking a few more steps closer.

I shook my head timidly and kept it held to my body.

I could hear him sigh out of defeat as he looked toward an empty space across the room. He lifted his hand up to his face to pinch of the bridge of his nose, and I felt relief that he didn't pressure me this time. 

I watched him closely. The silence between us in this spacious living room grew quiet and stretched for at least longer than a minute. 

Suddenly, his eyes shot back over to me with a drop of his hand, and I was met with his piercing gaze.

He unsuspectantly dashed behind the couch to advance toward me like a predator ravening after his prey.

I screamed and ran toward our bedroom, but he was faster and stood in front of the hallway, blocking the way. Without thinking, I threw the pillow at him to distract him as I ran back over to the couch, but he caught it and tossed it away, continuing his chase after me.

"Come here!" 

"Daddy, no!"

"Let me see you!"

"No!"

He chased me around the couch and we both stumbled, flinched, and jutted back and forth at each end of it because I was trying to find the perfect time to run for it, and he was trying to pursue and catch me before I could.

We circled the couch for the twentieth time, challenging each other, and I was quickly losing my energy.

"Baby, just come here. I'm too tired to keep chasing after you." Baekhyun sighed, his chest heaving up and down.

"Mm-mm." I stubbornly shook my head. The only sounds were our heavy breathing and the air conditioner blowing throughout the penthouse.

I looked behind me to see the tall windows of the living room showing the clear landscape of the surrounding skyscrapers and buildings, realizing that I was cornered—unless I wanted to jump out of the window into a helicopter to escape him.

Baekhyun smirked darkly when he took notice of my situation. I let out a low, frustrated whine as I stared at him with pleading eyes. His expression remained blank except for the hint of lust ingrained in his dark-brown globes. 

I pointed toward the kitchen, "fire!" and attempted to make a run for it past him. Baekhyun wasn't so easily distracted. His head only twisted around for a split second until he saw me dashing from his peripheral. He advanced toward me and grabbed me by the waist just as I was about to make it to the hallway, and he squeezed me in his arms, carrying me back over to the couch. I squirmed in his grasp, struggling to break free from his strong muscles hugging around me. 

He twirled me around to face him, and his fingers dug into my sides, causing me to yelp out in laughter. He grunted and lost his balance, and we both fell down on the couch together. My lower body was trapped underneath his weight while both of his hands were planted on each side of my waist, and his hips were pressing right on top of mine. I cried out at his heaviness resting on top of me.

"Daddy, stop! Please!" I covered my face with my hands, feeling that same heat—but multiplied, flowing to my cheeks. And I knew my half-dressed, kitty costumed body was on full display in front of him when I felt him shift his weight onto one of his hands so that he lifted up more and got a better view of me below him. 

"Why should I stop, huh?" He spoke humorously as his eyes feasted upon me, practically undressing me with them. "You're walking around like this and expect me not to take it as if you are provoking me? You were basically asking for it, doll. What's the meaning of this?" He reached his hand up in between us to squeeze my breast, and I yelped.

"Daddy, I'm embarrassed!" I whined. He stopped moving and his body became motionless in between my legs. I moved my fingers out of the way of my eyes to get a peek at his reaction, and I saw his brows furrowing and his smile fading, staring right into my own eyes, so I covered them again.

"What? Why are you embarrassed?" He asked, now sounding confused with my timidness. 

He realized that I wasn't going to respond, because I didn't want to admit how embarrassed I was in this attire. 

"Hey, hey." He reached one of his hands up to caress my hair, and then he grabbed my wrist to try and peel my hands away, but I whimpered and refused to let him. Even though he was strong enough to do anything he wanted to me, he knew that I didn't like it when he went against my smallest of wishes and overpowered me too much. He sighed.

"Princess..." He spoke affectionately, now with my tenderness than he had minutes ago. I remained hidden behind my hands yet listening to that hypnotizing tone of his voice. "Look at me."

I hesitated before I uncovered my eyes and swallowed, looking up into his as he hovered over me. 

"You know that Daddy never means to make you feel embarrassed, right?" He asked with now an immense amount of tenderness n his voice. 

I could see his pretty brown eyes glistening darkly as he raked them over my body before his gaze shifted back to look me directly in the eyes again. I nodded softly.

"I love your pretty face, your smooth skin and lips, your body..." He stretched his words slowly and in a sultry-like sing-song manner that I felt like my insides were melting along with my heatened up face and ears.

He continued, "Hell, I've seen and loved everything, why in God's name are you hiding it from me?" 

"B-Because," I said hesitantly, though I hadn't exactly thought up a logical reason yet. He'll just have to understand that I'm not very rational at times. "I don't know!"  I said with a whine and pouted, covering my face with my hands again. "I—I have never done this before. And I didn't want you to not like it," I finally admitted, shrinking down more into the cushiony sofa. 

"After months of being together and seeing each other at some of our worst times, you are still so insecure with me." What he said sounds about right, so I kept quiet.

"Is it because Daddy hasn't made time to play with you?" He asked, seeming to understand that this act of mine was an effort to grab his attention, which it did. 

I nodded, and I could feel the vibrations of his soft laughter bubbling against me after my response.

"Kitten, I would never not like anything you do. You look so fucking adorable. And gosh, you're so goddamned stubborn, you know that?"

"No, I'm not!" I said childishly and jutted my body upward only to be pushed back down into the soft pillows below me. I couldn't help but feel warmth rushing to my cheeks at him calling me "adorable." 

I reached my hands up to push at Baekhyun's chest, which earned me a scolding "yah!" He grabbed my wrists and held them in place until I calmed down. I stilled my actions and glared at him until he bit back a smile and let go of my wrists. I instinctly covered myself with my hands, and that made him frown when his perfect view of my perking breasts underneath the thin layer of my lace top were covered.

He hissed out, "Yah, are you trying to tease me?" I shook my head quickly to deny his claim. I wasn't sure how I looked in this silly costume lying underneath him, but the look on his face seemed to display a much different reaction to it than I had expected. 

"Why would you think I'm trying to tease you, Daddy?" I asked curiously, and Baekhyun licked his lips before responding.

"Because doll, you've just fulfilled one of my wildest fantasies, and now you're trying to hide it from me!"

I gaped at his exclamation, finally realizing that he didn't think of this as a joke at all. Baekhyun was so, so into me being dressed in kitty costumes, flaunting my assets in front of his very eyes like he was in a dream. In all honesty, I was still too shy to let him see me in this. Maybe I was a little less comfortable with this than he was. 

He sighed. "I always take care of you, don't I?" His voice became lower, and that tone was all too familiar. I nodded. "And now, you're teasing me because I didn't pay you any attention for the past week?" 

I shook my head at him, frowning at his assumption. "No, no! I wasn't trying to tease you, I just wanted to do something you liked to—"

"To get my attention." 

I nodded hesitantly as I stared up into Baekhyun's eyes. 

"So you made yourself uncomfortable by dressing up as a kitty. And even though you don't like it, you think Daddy will like it, so you don't care about your own feelings. Am I right?"

"No—" I paused my words upon seeing his intense stare on me. 

"Don't lie to me, doll." Baekhyun tilted his head at me and awaited my truthful response.

I sighed and nodded.

Baekhyun's face drooped into a frown even more as if he was expecting the opposite answer, and that made me feel bad.

"Baby, if it makes you uncomfortable, you shouldn't do it. Even if it makes Daddy very happy. I won't let you feel embarrassed. I told you this many times before when we discussed our rules, but you never listen."

I pouted and looked away from Baekhyun's eyes, feeling mine become a little watery. I just wanted to do something that would convince him to pay more attention to me, but it seems like he can read behind every one of my attempts and give me a lecture instead. "I'm sorry, Daddy." 

I pouted and turned my head to look to the side. I could feel Baekhyun's eyes on me for a moment longer before he sighed.

"It's okay, baby girl."  He gave me a soft and reassuring peck on the cheek before lifting himself off of me. "Go change. I'll order us some takeout." He sat up on the couch and grabbed the remote as he dug his other hand in his front pocket to fish out his phone. 

I sat up and looked at him to see his bottom lip jutting out as his eyes were glued to the bright screen of his phone and were no longer on me. So much for trying to gain more of his attention. 

I huffed and got off the couch and headed straight for the bedroom. I went into the closet and grabbed Baekhyun's striped dress-shirt and walked to the bathroom while unstrapping my collar. 

I turned on the light and paused as I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. I perked my posture once more to get a better view of myself, and I tilted my head and stared blankly for a moment. This wasn't as bad as I thought. Why did I feel so embarrassed? Is it because I didn't have a mirror in front of me to tell me what I looked like in that moment? Baekhyun was the only thing I needed to tell me that, but I only made him upset. He must think that I'm not capable of swimming into this fetish pool of his. He must have forgotten, my zodiac literally enables me with the ability to try new things. 

I decided to take things on a little differently. And that meant disobeying Baekhyun's orders. 

"Yes, just two will be fine." I heard Baekhyun's voice while he spoke to someone over the phone which I assumed was where he was ordering our food from. 

"Daddy," I called out to him as I approached the couch.

Baekhyun twisted his head around. He scrunched his brows upon not seeing me at first glance, but then his head twirled back around to the side of the couch where he saw me crawling over to him. Baekhyun's eyes widened when he saw me still tightly embraced within the fabric of my outfit and the kitty ears still sitting perfectly on top of my head. I watched him quickly roll his tongue over his drooping bottom lip as the darkness in his eyes increased.

"I thought I told you to go change," he said as he held the phone away from his ear, though I was also able to detect the uneasiness within his tone.

"I decided not to, Daddy." I crawled closer until I was in front of his legs, and I sat up on my knees with my hands planted at my sides as I stared up at him through fluttering lashes. 

"So you're not listening now?" He asked with lifted brows, and the darkness filling his eyes had gotten even more intense. The only thing holding him back was the phone call he still had to tend to. I nodded brightly at him which made him huff amusingly and shake his head, shooting me a glare that indicated I was in big, big trouble after he was finished with the call. So, I figured, why not provoke him even more?

I ran my hands along his thighs. He reacted by spreading them wider so that I could fit in between, continuing to work my ministrations in rough and gentle kneads. I bit my lip and tilted my head at him, taunting him with my expression as I heard a low and controlled groan exert from the back of his throat when my hands got higher. I massaged his upper thighs, untensing the muscles which I assume needed lots of care because of  the several hours he spent at work. 

"Mhm." He responded to the person on the other end of the call with his lips pursed and responses short. "Thank you." He huffed a relieved breath once he ended the call, and his eyes travelled to me quickly after he tossed his cell-phone somewhere on the couch. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing," I said with a small smile as I scooted closer with the provocative glare still lacing my features. 

"And you're still wearing..."

"Mm-hmm, I think I like it after all, Daddy."

Baekhyun's eyes squinted, and he continued to scrutinize me doubtfully. I had to assure him that I was comfortable and no longer embarrassed. 

"You're just saying that to make me feel better. It's not working, kitten."

"Oh, it's not?" I scrunched my brows mockingly as I tilted my head again and slid my hands up higher. That made Baekhyun shift in his seated position, sitting up higher so that my hands would slide to a more appropiate space along his thighs. I smirked and huffed amusingly with pursed lips, realizing that he was definitely affected. Instead of keeping my hands where they had fallen, I slid them up higher again and I squeezed Baekhyun's thighs, finding the both firm and softness of them tranquilizing. A shade of pink stained his cheeks for a short moment before it faded away and was replaced with a brooding darkness that made me cower inwardly. 

"You want to play?" He asked with newfound energy radiating off his figure and making me blink up nervously at him. I hesitantly nodded, this side once again being an off-guard thing for me to experience with Baekhyun. 

"Stand up, kitten." I quickly complied and released my grip on his thighs to stand in front of him. He looked up into my eyes darkly as he sat back comfortably to get a full view of me before him. I watched as his eyes travelled lower. He made sure to take his time with ogling at my body, tightly clad in this sexy outfit that made his features inflame by the second. "Turn around," he commanded with a small hand gesture, and I licked my lips out of nervous habit and twirled around.

Before I knew it, two large hands found each side of my hips, and I was pulled flush into Baekhyun's chest with my ass coming in direct contact with his crotch. I gasped out when I felt his hardness seeping through the slack layer of his pants. I could feel Baekhyun's breath blowing softly against my neck and increasing in pants whenever I accidently fidgeted against him.

"Mmm, you have no idea what you do to me, baby girl." His voice had more bass than usual, and it caused me to whimper against him. I felt a rolling heat burning throughout my body and slipping down to my core, and I began to slowly move my hips as if I couldn't help it. That made Baekhyun moan into my ear and slide his hands toward my front to spread my legs wider above his. He trickled his fingers to my inner thighs and pinched the flesh with rough and heated touches. Then, his hands came back up to grope my breasts with his tongue now rolling over the skin of my neck.

"You look so fucking cute and sexy at the same time." He spoke in a half-whisper, leaning his head to the side to kiss me softly. I felt his warm lips feathering against my neck, making the skin there feel moist and my senses tingled at the contact once his teeth collided with my flesh. I stretched my neck as the back of my head rested on his shoulder, and he appetized himself, sucking hard on that sensitive spot just below my jawline, leaving a deep-rooted bruise against it. 

"D-Daddy," I whimpered against him with my ass still rubbing against his crotch. Baekhyun groaned with his lips still attached to my neck, and his hands travelled from my breasts to my hips to stop them from moving.

"Slow down, baby, before you make Daddy cum in his pants."

I giggled breathlessly, "S-Sorry, daddy," though my hips continued to move. I wiggled my ass over his crotch more roughly which caused a low and airy grown to enter my ear. Baekhyun tightened his grip on my waist, and I could feel his stomach heaving up and down against my back with each stroke of my ass against the throbbing junior in his pants. 

"Fuck, you're having a hard time listening to me today, hmm?" Baekhyun growled as his fingers dug into my sides. "Do you want Daddy to fuck you? Is that it?" 

I bit my lip and nodded my head against him. "Use your words, kitten." 

"Y-Yes."

"What was that?" Baekhyun leaned into me, and I shivered upon feeling his soft breath fanning on my cheek. 

"Yes, Daddy."

"Hmm, I don't know... You don't sound like you want it that bad—"

"Daddy, please! Yes, yes, I want you to fuck me!" 

Baekhyun chuckled darkly into my ear and jerked his hips upward, and my mouth fell agape when I felt his hard member bumping directly into my clothed womanhood.

"Stand up," he commanded. I quickly stood up, because taking my time would mean it would take longer for Baekhyun to rid of both of our clothes and for him to fuck me. I turned around to face him, quickly working my hands on the ties of my bodice, but Baekhyun held his hand up to stop me. I paused my movements and widened my eyes at him. 

"Wanna be a good kitty for Daddy?" He asked, that same dark expression that made my insides twirl with heat and many other things along the lines of lust and thirst. I nodded at him with a large swallow, my demeanor displaying that I was more than willing to do anything that he wanted. 

"Dance for me. And undress while you do it." He wiggled a small remote in his hand, pressing his finger into a button that switched on some music. I looked back at the stereo and then back to Baekhyun with heat rushing to my face. 

"But Daddy," I whined, "I can't dance..." 

Baekhyun smiled darkly at me and shook his head, denying my claim. 

"I've seen you dance. Let's not forget the first night that I took you out," he reminded me of the time we went on a date to a club. We danced all night, and Baekhyun seemed to be so mesmerized by my moves.

"Remember?" He asked with a small smirk on his face when he noticed the side of my lips tugging upward. "Come on, baby. Don't be shy. Daddy just wants a little show," he said with a lick and bite of his bottom lip. Millions of words could not explain how much that turned me on. "Do the same things you did that night."

"What, like this?" I slid down into a squatting position and placed my hands on my knees, swaying my hips side to side to the rhythm of the music before bringing myself up slowly and running my hands along my hips.

Baekhyun shifted in his seat and watched silently, nodding shortly with his bottom lip held in between his teeth. 

I grinned and twirled around with my hands running down my legs until I reached my ankles and bent down with my ass in the air. I could see Baekhyun's eyes, unblinking and watching so intently at my spreaded legs in front of him. Next, my hands were attached to the lace holding my fit together. I held it in between my fingers as I slowly pulled it until it was completely loose. I stood up and turned back around to face Baekhyun and saw that his dilating eyes travelled from my ass to the split of my outfit to see the exposed skin underneath. 

I softly grazed my fingers along the opening and teasingly pulled it open, but not quite. Baekhyun released his bottom lip from his teeth and looked up into my eyes expectantly. I quirked a taunting brow at him and stepped closer until I was in between his legs. I bent over and firmly planted my hands on his thighs, massaging them because I knew it would make him even more aroused. Baekhyun eyes closed out of pleasure for a split second before he opened them again, landing them directly on my exposed cleavage.

I crawled onto his lap, and his hands found my waist to help me remain steadied. His hands slid underneath the floating fabric of my top and around to my ass, pinching and kneading the flesh so passionately in between his smooth, long fingers. 

I grinded my hips against his, and Baekhyun removed his hands from my ass to finish pulling at the lace of my top until it was no longer on my body. I was now topless with my breasts being held in Baekhyun's soft hands as he massaged the mounds and looked into my eyes before taking one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and tossed my head back, still moving my hips against him and matching the rhythm of the sensual music playing in the background. 

He groaned against my skin and wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me back toward him after I arched my back. 

He released my nipple from his mouth and slid his hand to the back of my neck to hold me steady as he quickly slid the other to pull the crotch of my panties to the side. 

"So wet." His fingers grazed my slit lightly, causing me to mewl before he teased a digit at my entrance. 

"Daddy..." I moaned as my head attempted to fall onto his shoulder, but his grip on the back of my neck was so firm that I couldn't. He did this so that he could watch my face contort into pleasure as he slid his finger deeper inside of me. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned his name through heavy breaths. He added another finger to my hole and started pumping his fingers in and out with an increase in his speed at the most perfect rhythm. 

I felt like I was going to come with each thrust of his fingers pushing in and out of my contracting walls. 

Suddenly, his fingers left my heat, and I moaned out louder at the teasing. 

Baekhyun's hold on my neck tightened as he pushed me down onto the sofa beside him, now maneuvering himself in between my legs as he swiftly slid his shirt off his body. His hands began working quickly on the belt buckle of his pants. I bit my lip and grabbed at the hem of my panties to slide them down, watching Baekhyun's expression darken immensely at the wetness pooling at my entrance and waiting desperate to be met with his throbbing cock inside of it. 

He helped me slide my panties off, tossing them somewhere in the living room. I rested my head on the arm of the chair and watched as Baekhyun grabbed his hardness in his hand and inched himself closer.  I replaced his hand with mine and began stroking him passionately. Baekhyun moaned and his head dropped, hair dangling in front of me as he watch my hand move up and down along his shaft, milking precum from the tip with ease using my thumb before I brought his head to my entrance. 

Baekhyun's eyes stayed glued between us as he watched me pull him inside. He pushed his hips forward to assist in sheathing his entire length inside of me, earning a squeal followed by a moan to exert from my lips. 

Baekhyun let out a moan as he dropped his head into my neck with one of his hands sliding to the back of my neck again to hold onto my hair and pull my head back so that he had as much access as he needed to slide his tongue along my skin. "Aaah..." he hissed out into my ear as he pulled his hips back and thrusted back inside of me. I tightened my legs around his waist at the immediate friction, but Baekhyun grabbed my leg with his other hand and lifted it above his hip, pressing it against the couch so that I wouldn't wrap my legs around him. He proceeded with his light thrusts, getting rougher in intervals as soft groans floated from his lips and into my ear. 

"D-Daddy... Baekhyun..." I breathed heavily with my eyes squeezed shut when I felt his tip bump into my g-spot, causing my hips to jolt upward only to earn another deep thrust of his cock to keep himself inside. 

Baekhyun kept his hand hooked at the back of my knee. This gave him the opportunity to sharply piston his hips into my spreaded womanhood, causing my body to slide up the couch. He gave another deep thrust until his cock was far deeper inside than before. I felt Baekhyun's hips stuttering as he continued to thrust in and out of my wetness, and  I clenched my walls around his throbbing length. He moaned loudly and began thrusting even harder, chasing his release as he felt his dick being milked by the suction of my tight walls taking it in such a welcoming manner. 

He sweetly whispered his warning into my ear before he finally sped up his pace, and I clenched myself around him even harder when I felt heat rushing down to my center and my insides twirling to indicate that my body was quickly reaching its climax. Baekhyun groaned at my contracting walls and lifted himself up on strong legs to snap his hips into mine. 

I attempted to wrap my legs around his waist when I came, but he let go of my neck and grabbed both of my legs with his hands hooked underneath the backs of my knees as he lifted them higher until my knees were almost touching my shoulders. 

He reached to rub his thumb against my throbbing clit, edging me on as loud moans escaped my mouth through stifled breaths. The wet sounds of his cock slipping in and out of my wetness was like music to my ears. 

His thumb continued to play with my clit, rubbing faster and harder, causing my insides to spin wildly. 

"Is this what you wanted? You like when Daddy fucks you like this?" He asked in a bold tone before he gave another rough thrust down into my wetness, and I tried to find the perfect gust of air in my throat to respond, but the look in his eyes was driving me crazy, and the way he was slamming his hips down into mine cut off my ability to think straight.

"Y-Yes, Daddy!"

I looked up at him through hooded lids and saw his darkening stare remain intently on our connected parts as he watched himself push deeper inside of me. My legs began to tremble around his waist, and I had no strength to tighten them when my climax was about to arrive.

I moaned out loudly when his cock positioned perfectly and his tip dug right into my g-spot, launching my climax into overdrive. And before I knew it, I was cumming again. His hips were slapping into mine as he continued pushing harder. He bit his lip and watched me once again unravel beneath his sweaty body, his thickness pushing harder and faster to overstimulate my orgasm. 

Baekhyun and I's moans filled the room, overreaching the music playing as his rapid thrusts got slower but remained thorough, and I felt his body drop down on top of mine with a release of my legs. I tightened my shaking legs around his waist and clenched my pussy around his twitching shaft as hard as I could which earned a low groan to blow against my neck along with his teeth digging into my skin. I winced and clenched myself around him again. 

With a few more sharp and lengthy thrusts, I felt Baekhyun's hot cum filling me and coating my insides in the sticky moisture. 

Our movements came to a stand-still, and I groaned at Baekhyun's weight on top of me. He dug his hand underneath me and wrapped his arm around my waist to twirl us around until I was lying on top of his chest with his cock still buried deep inside of me. I could feel the warm liquid slid past my folds and down onto his shaft, and I continued to clench around his spent member to milk the rest of what's left inside of him out. 

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and both of our heads shot up to look at it. Baekhyun groaned and reached behind me to grip my ass cheeks in his large palms. 

He tapped my bum softly. "That's our food, come on, up up." I attempted to lift my weak legs off him, mewling at the feeling of his cock leaving my walls along with the mixture of our sexual fluids sliding from inside of me. Baekhyun sat up with me in his lap and grabbed my chin to give me a quick kiss on the lips before helping me shift off of him. "Good girl."

He pulled his pants up and ruffled his hair as he approached the front door to open it. 

"Ah, thank you," he said to whoever delivered the food and the front door was closed again. I sat up slowly as Baekhyun approached the couch and sat down beside me with bags of food placed on the coffee table in front. He grabbed the stereo's remote and turned off the music, replacing it with the increasing volume of television as he switched on something to watch. 

He turned his head and eyed my weakened stature and smirked at me with an unreadable expression to complement it before he started pulling out small plastic containers with food inside of them. 

"Come on, kitten." He tapped a spot beside him, and I scooted closer and laid my head on his shoulder as he peeled the lids off the containers with chopsticks in his hand. 

He dug the utensil into a container of noodles and tasted it before he held it in front of my lips. I opened my mouth and welcomed the warm food, chewing and swallowing as Baekhyun watched me closely. He made sure to give me a bite every other time that he took one. 

I watched the TV silently, but I couldn't help but notice that there were a set of eyes constantly on me. I turned my head a little to see Baekhyun holding up a piece of chicken in between his chopsticks, and I licked my lips before leaning forward to take it, but he pulled the food back. 

I gave him a betrayed look, and he chuckled softly at me. "Here," he said as he opened his mouth to make me do the same and I took the piece of chicken into my mouth. 

I could still feel him staring at me, and it made heat rush to my face. I got fed up with it because he would miss all of the good parts on the TV show because he was too busy staring at me. I quickly turned my head to look at him which made his eyes widen.

"Daddy, what?" I asked, looking up at him with a serious glare. He smiled and reached up to pinch my cheek. 

"You just look really hot. All fucked out but still wearing those cute kitten ears." His words were sinful, but the smile on his face was so innocent that I couldn't even get mad about it. My cheeks felt warm and I quickly turned my head back to the TV, causing Baekhyun to chuckle lightly at me before continuing to munch of his food. 

After a while, I got too full to eat anymore, so I laid down on the couch with my head resting on Baekhyun's lap. He had his feet crossed and up on top of the coffee table with his back resting comfortably on the back of the chair. This has been the most relaxed we have ever been together when he came home. I snuggled up into him more and smiled to myself at my Daddy's warmth. Baekhyun rested his hand on my upper back while his other hand continued to eat food. 

We were like this: watching TV and giggling from time to time, teasing each other during scary parts, and much more before the exhaustion from earlier finally washed over us and we both fell asleep sprawled out on the couch. 

It was only a few hours until I felt Baekhyun lifting me off the couch to carry me into our bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and cleaned me off with a damp rag and pat me dry with a towel before helping me wear something more comfortable to sleep in. 

I said his name, and he hummed softly in response as he crawled into bed and pulled the blankets over the both of us before bringing himself closer to me to wrap his arm around my waist so that there was no space in between us. I was barely awake, but I whispered something that made Baekhyun's body tense up beside me, and his grip around my waist loosened.

I didn't care much for it because I was too drowsy to notice, and then I fell back asleep. 

[kazosa]

Professor Telford Part 3

Summary: A former student of Professor Telford, you never forgot the sexy instructor as you went into your adult life. Now, several years later, you are going back to college to get your masters degree, and your favorite professor is once again igniting your most hidden fantasies.

Professor Filip Telford x Reader

Words: 2252

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A/N:  please excuse my lack of content, but this chapter has a little bit of the goodies. So youngins, no one under 18 for this part

    Every place on your body where he’d touched you was tingling like he was still touching you. You could feel him lingering on your skin. Taking deep, calming breaths, you drove home thinking of your sexy professor, remembering every second of your encounter.

    “Filip,” you whispered, a smile creeping onto your face as you said his name. You liked the way it sounded coming from your mouth.

    Tomorrow afternoon couldn’t arrive fast enough. Mentally, you began planning your outfit for when Filip would pick you up. Once home, you got everything ready and you couldn’t stop smiling.

    Your work day typically ended at 5, which would give you time to change out of your work clothes and into the jeans and shoes you’d brought. The blouse you wore to work would be just fine for “tutoring.”

    The last meeting you’d had to attend ran late and you had to quickly get your work finished so you could get ready. Rather than mess with your hair, you left it up, just in case he took you somewhere outside, or if you got too hot.

    When you finished and looked at your watch, you had ten minutes left to spare. You grabbed your bag and made your way out of the building and out to your car.

    As you walked out to the parking lot, you noticed a sleek, sporty car parked next to yours. A rush of excitement coursed through your body when you saw him. There was no mistaking who the man was leaning against the sleek car, it was Professor Filip Telford. The silver in his hair shone in the setting sun. His eyes, hidden by his dark sunglasses, showed no sign of recognition as you approached. A plaid button-down shirt peeked out of the collar and cuffs of the sweater that covered it, his hands resting on the hood of the car. His long legs stretched out before him, clad in dark jeans, ankles crossed, showing off his faded gray boots. He looked good. He looked really good. It made you smile that he had wanted to look good for you, too.

    Coming to a stop near him, the sun lit you both from the side. Though you couldn’t really see his eyes, you could feel them give you the once over as you had him. You could tell that he’d shaved for you and you could smell his aftershave. His face broke into what you took as a half-grin of approval, it was more than you’d ever seen him do in class.

    “Do I get points for being early, lass?” he asked, clearly being cheeky.

    “Hmm… It’s an easy way to get on my good side,” you admitted. “I like your car.”

    He pushed off from his spot on the hood to open the door for you to get in.

    “Thanks,” he said, letting you get in.

    Once he was settled, your curiosity got the better of you.

    “You have all the bells and whistles I see,” you said, trying to be discreet.

    You could see his eyes briefly land on you before focusing on starting the car and leaving your work parking lot.

    “I’m part owner of a business downtown. It does well, and so do I,” he said simply. He easily navigated his way out of the lot and the business park. Soon you were heading in the direction of the downtown area.

    “I didn’t mean to imply anything, I was just surprised to see you driving such a nice car. The rest of the professors all have ten-year-old Volvos,” you told him, leaning on the center console.

    He made a dismissive sound. Pulling onto a main thoroughfare, he surprised you with his next move. His fingertips grazed the skin near your wrist as his fingers made their way to your palm, taking your hand in his. Too shocked to speak, all you could do was stare it his hand eclipsing yours as your fingers closed around his hand in response. The next few moments passed in a comfortable haze for you until you realized he was slowing down and needed his hand back.

    “Where are we going?” you asked.

    “Takin’ ye to the business I own with my brothers,” he said.

    “Your brothers? I didn’t know you had brothers here,” you said.

    Filip grinned slightly, just barely making his dimples show, as he turned into a restaurant.

    “Well, they’re not brothers by blood. They became my brothers when I moved here,” he pulled the car into a parking space near the door and killed the engine.

    The two of you got out of the car and headed inside the building. As soon as Filip opened and held the door for you, you were greeted with the most wonderful smells. The atmosphere felt intimate with the dim lighting, plush furnishings, and soft music playing. At the hostess station was a pretty blonde woman who greeted you both with an attractive smile.

    “Chibs!” the woman came around from the podium to give Filip a quick hug.

    “Lylah, this is (Y|N),” he introduced you. “Lylah has been working here since we opened this place, oh, what is it now…”

    “Almost ten years now,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you. If you’ll follow me, I’ll take you back to your table.”

    The two of you had barely gotten situated in the small corner booth when several people came by the table to introduce themselves. You were doing your best to remember their names, but after a Tig, a Happy, and a Montez, you lost track of who was who. Giving Filip carte blanche, up for almost anything, you were excited to see what he picked for you. Putting on his glasses to look at the menu, he didn’t take them off once he’d placed his order with George, your waiter.

    Filip was sitting impossibly close to you in the small booth, often feeling his leg resting on yours. It was all so intimate. The small lamp on your table almost the only light that touched the space. Spending your time together eating and talking about anything and everything. He told you how he got the nickname Lylah had used, and about how he’d come to the states and met his brothers. The time passed quickly and before you knew it, it was getting close to closing time for the restaurant.

    You’d been worried that maybe you wouldn’t like Filip and your lust for the man would be ruined by a shitty personality, but you’d been pleasantly surprised by him all night. He liked a lot of the same things as you and was surprisingly quick witted with a unique take on things.

    “I’d better get ye back to yer car, lass,” he said with a tone of regret.

   You’d had plenty of wine with dinner and were feeling most of it.

    “Are you really gonna hold to that bullshit about not crossing the line?” you asked bluntly.

    He lent you a hand to help you out of the booth. After sitting so long, and a healthy dose of wine, your legs were like rubber and you stumbled into him.

    Giggling to yourself, you were not as quiet as you thought you were, “Sexy, Scottish god.”

    “What was tha’?” he asked, holding you up.

    “Sexy. Scottish. God.” You said firmly, hoping you had your voice under control.

    He chuckled, “Ah well, you’re quite beautiful yerself.” He put his arm around your waist and led you out of the restaurant and out to his car. You briefly registered that Lylah had left for the night.

    The cool air outside had shot right through you and sent you shocking clarity through your wine fog. Filip had taken your hand, but you felt that was all of the play you were going to get for the night from him. You hated the thought of going home without any of the relief of the lust you had for the man. He was actually serious about keeping things professional between the two of you and it was incredibly frustrating.

    The drive back to your car was slower than it had been on the way to the restaurant. He’d cracked the windows on the car so he could smoke as he drove you. The cool air was refreshing, occasionally lifting your hair, and you could feel the effects of the wine wearing off. Both of you feeling a little tired and talked out, the drive was quiet except for a few spurts of conversation here and there.

    “I had a nice time tonight,” you said as you got close to the business park.

    “Me, too,” he said quietly.

    You hadn’t missed all of the looks he’d given you over the night. You knew he was interested, there was no mistaking that. You’d just hoped for more than hand holding and “accidental” touches.

    “Are ye okay to get home?” he asked, looking genuinely concerned. He hadn’t taken off his glasses, and you found it oddly endearing that he needed them at night.

    He pulled into the lot and next to your car. Sitting a moment, you thought about how you felt.

   “I wouldn’t hate it if you followed me home,” you said, surprisingly clear.

    He gave you a wry grin, “Aye luv, but just because I took ye ta dinner, don’t think I’ll be putting out on our first date. Me ma would have me hide.”

    The effects of the wine not completely gone, you pushed up your boobs, “Maybe I do, though? Yeah, I think I might make an exception.”

    He let out a loud breath and sat back in his seat.

    “Jaysus Christ, lass. I want ye, make no mistake, but I’ll no be losing my job o’er ye, either,” it seemed to physically pain him to say that. He got out of the car and made his way to your side to help you out.

    Once out of the car, his hand went to your hip as he pushed the door closed, his body so close to yours. He took half a step forward, forcing you back against the door of his car. One leg pressed between yours, giving you a little relief of the throb that had begun. His hip dug into you as the length of his body pressed into you with his car holding you up under the pressure of him. The hand on your hip moved to the waist band of your jeans, undid the button, slipping down inside.

    The curve of the car arched your back for you, and your breaths were shallow as his mouth hovered over yours. His hand slipped lower and lower in your pants seeking out the hot wetness that he was creating. Half of his body pinned you against the car as his fingers found what they were looking for. He stifled your moan by covering your mouth with his own. His tongue entered your mouth as his fingers slipped inside your wet folds finding your pussy ready for him. Your chest was heaving with what little he was doing to you. Unable to get your hand on his hard cock that you could feel pressing into you, all you could do was grab his ass encouraging him to keep going.

    Mere inches from your face, his dark eyes looked into yours daring you to look away. Staying focused on him, his hand diving into you, his palm rubbing your clit with each motion was sending you closer and closer to your release. His breath was hot on your face, he was enjoying this as much as you were. Feeling your walls tighten on his fingers, “Cum for me,” the words came out more as a breath than anything as his mouth came down on yours, sending you to a shudder of release on him.

    Slowly withdrawing from you, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked away the remaining wetness from his fingers while you watched. Finally, able to reach him, you palmed the front of his pants. Surprising you, his hands went to yours, stilling them.

    “Not this time, luv,” his tone regretful. “This is not how I imagined things between us.”

    He’d imagined things? Making you wonder what kinds of things he thought about while you weren’t around. Did he think about taking you on his office desk, because you definitely had. Feeling the felt of the top rub on your belly and tits as he fucked you from behind…You would have done almost anything he wanted, you were sure of it.

    “You’d better get goin’,” he said. “Now that I’ve had a taste of ye,” he said, “it won’t be the last.”

    The thought of his mouth on you sent another rush of aching desire to course through your body, you wanted more. Before he’d stopped you, you’d gotten an idea of what he was keeping hidden away from you and you couldn’t wait to feel him inside you.

    Unwilling to leave him without one more try, “You sure you don’t want to come home with me?”

    His hand snaked up under your shirt, finding the round, fullness of your breasts. His big hand squeezed one, then the other as his lips found yours again.

    “(Y|N), I want to see you again, every Friday, like this,” he said, standing up, trying to calm down.

    If this was what you got for the next three weeks, you would take all the lessons you needed.

    “Next week, will you teach me what you like?” you asked.

   That made the corner of his mouth twitch. He would teach her anything she wanted.

PART 4

[constel-langst-ions]

Cover-Up

*Loosely based on other tattoo fics and amazing tattoos Ive seen (all will be desribed as best as possible)

Warnings: Previous self-harm, scars, tattoos

—

No one really knew why Lance wore long sleeves and jeans all the time, per say. It was normal for him to be seen like that, always with his jacket on. No one questioned it, either. Only Hunk really knew what was below the heavy clothing.

—

They all found out after a particulary hard training session. Allura had called them all into the common room.

“Paladins! I have exciting news!” She announced, her voice unusually chipper, losing her usual loud and demanding tone. Everyone listened, eager to know the news.

“Me ane Coran have organized a day off. We wanted to congratulate you all on your improvent over these last few months!” She finished, holding out the last note. Her hands were clasped together, and she wore a large grin, the kind that made you start smiling with whoever wore it.

All the paladins wooped, chattering away about their plans for the next day. The only one who wad quiet, was Lance. He simply gave a small smile, adding a brief comment if a fellow paladin shot a tease or idea his way. If someone hadn’t been involved in the conversation, they could’ve guessed that he didn’t look forward to it.

They all turned to go to their respective rooms, before Allura sharply inhaled. They turned to her, eyes wide in surprise. “Sorry, paladins! It seems I have forgotten to add that the planet we’ll be stopping on has one of these ‘beaches’,” She air quoted, “that you all seem to love will be there. It is a peaceful planet, not dominated by any species, so do not feel the need to bring your bayards.” She rushed out the last sentence, having said it all on one breath.

“Now, shoo! We will be arriving in a few of your Earth hours.” Her face twisted with confusion at the term, and the paladins left her, laughing with glee.

—

“Woo-hoo!” Lance cheered, collapsing onto one of the couches. “This is gonna be awesome!” He smiled, positive energy radiating off of his form.

Pidge waved her hands at him, making a mock face of disgust. “Gross, get your happiness away from me.” She sat beside him, fiddling with her collar.

“'Dawh, Pidgeon, why so down? Afraid of the Lochness Monster?” He sprang at her to emphasize his own teasing.

“No, she’s probably afraid of sunburns.” Keith, having flopped onto the couch opposite to them, piped up. “I dont know about ypu, but I’m defintly going to burn.”

Hunk and Shiro finally sat down, hunk letting out a little noise of amusement.

“Me and Lance will probably tan, if there’s even a sun. I mean, I hope there is. What’s a beach day without the sun?”

“Don’t worry, guys, we’ll bring sunblock. Maybe snacks.” Shiro said, a smile tugging at his lips.

As if they had planned it, all the paladins shouted, in unison, “You’re such a dad, Shiro.” They all crumbled into giggles at that, Shiro affectionately rolling his eyes.

“Alright team, lets get ready for tomorrow and make it a fun day. No stress, no fights, and no computers.” His eyes landed on Pidge.

The girl squawked in astonishment, the rest of the paladins laughing and giggling as the stood and walked out, leaving a mildlu annoyed Pidge to deal with Shiro.

—

The minute Lance arrived in his room, he threw off his jacket and practically ripped off his shirts, kicking ogf his pants as fast as he possibly could. He sat down o his bed, wearing only boxer briefs.

He looked down at himself, and at the splashes of color on his arms, legs, and chest. And, beneath those, the white lines that littered his body.

“Oh god, how will they react?” He moaned, hugging himself.

His tattoos didnt help much to cover the scars; they were still clear as day. They started at his ankles and went up to his hips. His arms were worse. From his wrist bone to his elbow, there were scars. Thin and white, always mocking him for how scared he had been.

He couldn’t get a body suit; it’d be suspicious, and he would definitely be asked about it.

Feeling his stomach start to feel empty with anxiety, he started thinking about his tattoos, looking to get his mind off of the worryting thoughts that plaged his mind.

His first tattoo that he had ever gotten had been a warercolor wave on the inside of his left arm. It was long, stretching from his wrist to his elbos, effectively covering most of the scars. It was beautiful, different shades of blue making it look real, completed with white tips to represent ocean foam.

His second one was on the inside of his right arm. It was the solar system, each planet beautiful decorated in a different, vibrant color. Each had a splash of watercolor around it, as if someone dropped paint on it. It was probably his favourite one.

After the solar system, he got a tattoo on the middle of his chest, going from his belly button to right below his collarbone. It was a ribcage, plus a spine, and instead of limbs, it had flowers growing from it. The top faded to a rose, a petal ending before his collarbone. It was plain, simple black and gray, but it had taken the longest out of the others, and was the most painful.

Finally, the one that meant most to him: wings. He had a tattoo of wings on his back, them being large and so delicately tattooed, with attention to detail, that they almost looked real. The feathers were a vibrant blue, the same as Lance’s eyes.

From there, he got countless tiny tattoos that litteref his body. On his collarbone, he got the planets in order. On his other collarbone, he got a quote, saying 'I refuse to sink’ with an anchor beside it. He helf that quote dear to his heart.

He would never forget the story behind each tattoo, and how much they meant to him.

—

Without realizing, Lance had fallen asleep. He woke up to the sound of Allura’s booming voice over the comms, announcing their arrival to the planet, named Deshion.

He inwardly groaned, pulling on his pair of blue swintrunks before he threw on his normal outfit. Afterall, it was still a short trek to the area they would be staying.

He stepped out of the room, nearly running into Hunk as he did so.

He took a step back as Hunk nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Woah, sorry bud! I was about to come wake you.” Hunk grinned, searching Lance’s face for any sign of negativity.

“Nah, Im okay.” Lance looked Hunk up and down, silently congratulating the yellow paladin for his choice in wear. He was wearing yellow swimtrunks, with white, flowery prints on them. He was also shirtless, much to Lance’s surprise.

“Are.. you dressed..?” Hunk asked, looking at Lance with confusion.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah!” He snapped back to attention. “Yeah, yeah. I have my shorts on beneath.”

“Cool! Well, everyone’s waiting on the bridge for you, so whenever you’re ready, meet us there so we can go. The castle already landed.” And with that, he sped off.

Lance huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets making his way to the bridge. He was slow, and his face had lost the usual lively expression. He was not looking forward to this.

—

Lance regretted wearing his full outfit to the bridge. When he arrived, everyone was already wearing their full bathing outfits, Pidge even wearing a bathing suit (a.k.a, Lance mused, green shorts with a black tanktop.) He felt out of place, and ignored the team’s concerned glances.

“Are we gonna go, or what?” Lance grinned and fingergunned, even adding in a wink for extra reassurance. Collectively, they groaned, and all started walking into the escape pod. (the pod thing that leaves the castle? Idk man)

—

As soon as they got down, they saw Allura and Coran setting up towels and umbrellas. To Lance’s surprise, there was even a picnic basket in the middle.

But what really caught Lance’s attention was the crystal clear, blue waters. He almost burst into tears at the sight, but stopped himself. It had been so long since he had last seen an ocean, and he longed to play in the water, while splashing his teammates, and collecting shells. He wanted to bask in the sun and do chickenfight, and lose, just to let Pidge have the triumph of beating him

But a voice in his head nagged him. No, it said, you cant. They’ll see the scars. Judge you. Leave you. Give you pity. If not that, they’ll judge those tattoos.

He shuddered at the thought. All of those choices were terribls. But hey, if he was being judged for either of those things, it wasn’t new. People who saw the cuts left him, mainly friends. Or complete strangers saw them, and called him a freak.

The tattoos were worse. He was always called out for them, usually by middle-aged people, calling him rebellious and other nasty slurs. It sucked, so he resorted to wearing jeans and a jacket, even in the dead heat of summer.

And, he thought, even now, on the beach. He sat down on one of the towels, having promised to join the other paladins later. He watched as they splashed and played and ran. Watched as they did all the things he wanted to do with them, oh so badly. It tugged at his heartstrings to know that he lied, he wouldn’t join them. He couldn’t.

He couldn’t risk them leaving him, too.

—

Pidge sat on Hunk’s shoulders letting out a battlecry as she went to knock Keith off of Shiro’s shoulders. Much to her happiness, she had caught him off guard. He flailed, before falling backwards, ultimately taking Shiro down with him.

She jumped off of Hunk’s shoulders, ignoring how Keith stuck his tongue out at her. She turned to where Lance was sitting.

Why hasn’t he joined us yet? She thought to herself, narrowing her amber eyes on his still form. He was just sitting there, absently making shapes in the sand. He hadn’t even changed into his swimtrunks, for God’s sake!

Pidge knew she should’ve been somewhat suspicious, but this was Lance. He was a good actor, and Pidge knew it.

“Lance!” She called, waving her arms at him, “You said you’d join us!”

That seemed to grab his attention, as his head snapped up to look at her.

“Uh..” He looked like a deer in the headlights, and she would’ve laughed if it wasnt for him wincing.

—

“I cant..?” Lance cringed at his own excuse. It was terrible, he knew, and by Pidge’s expression, she knew too.

“Uh, yes you can.” She retorted, crossing her arms in annoyance.

“Lance, you promised.” She said, giving him puppy eyes.

Oh god.

He can’t resist that looks, and Pidge fully knows it.

Reluctantly, he stands. Well, its now or never. He thought to himself, standing up and tugging his jacket off.

—

Pidge watched as he stood and took off his jacket. Then his shirt. And that’s when she saw the tattoos.

She inhaled sharply, the other paladins following her gaze. Their jaws dropped.

Lance, with his perfect skin that he cared so much about, had tattoos.

All of them were floored. Each tattoo was detailed, absent of any mishaps. It was obvious that each had had much time and effort into them. Congrats to that tattoo artist, Pidge thought, they’re good at their job.

—

Lance slowly shed his clothing, dreading the moment when he would be close enough for them to make out the scars. He took off his pants next, pulling his swimtrunks higher up onto his hips. And he walked, inner arms pressed against himself as he folded his arms, attempting to hide the most visible scars.

—

Pidge felt her heart sink when Lance was close enough to them. Now she could see the tattoos, but she could also see the scars underneath them. Reallt, it was obvious. It was also clear that the tattoos were meant to hide them. It didn’t work. They could all see it.

But, she could also see Lance try to hide it. He had his head down and arms crossed. Yet, they all knew. And Pidge had just forced him out of his comfort zone, just because she wanted him to be there.

“Lance..?” She questioned, her voice quiet. She could hear the teams suprised gasps, and the noises the made after them, disheartened.

“Pidge.” He looked up, shooting her a cocky grin. But it was forced. His smile dropped, and he shifted uncomfortable.

“Look,” he started, uncomfortable, “I’m sorry. It happened in my past. I got these tattoos to cover them. Yadda yadda, big ol’ sob story.”

No one said anything, just standing as the waves lapped at their legs.

“If it makes you guys uncomfortable, Ill go find a swimshirt.”

That snagged Pidge’s attention. “Uncomfortable?” She spoke, utter disbelief in her words. “You think we’re uncomfortable?” She almost cried at that.

“Lance, we’re sad that you would ever do this, but we’re not uncomfortable. It makes me proud that, even though you have scars, that you’re willing to show them anyways. Not everyone is like that.

Lance seemed shocked at her words. Still, no one moved.

Then Lance shot forward, engulfing her into a hug. She let out a cry of protest.

"I’m so sorry Pidge! You didn’t deserve to see that. But.. just…” He stammered, reluctant, the rest of the team joining in on the group hug. Cooing softly, whispering reassurances and praise.

“It means a lot to hear you say that, Pidgeon.”

[hijoonie]

Rye & Lies | 1

Part 2

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Rating: Explicit Genre: Angst & Smut Word count: 3,592

Summary: You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you could care less. He’s gorgeous and you’re desperate to be touched.

A/N: Let’s not talk about the title, okay. I’m not good with titles. SURPRISE ! Here’s a Hoseok smut that no one asked for except for me!! Because that man is making me feel some type of way even more so than usual. 

He believes you don’t know.

Thinks he’s sly and a good liar. That you’re oblivious and naïve to everything that’s happening behind your back.

But you know.

You can smell her on the collar of his dress shirts when he draws you into his chest. Taste the flavour of her lipstick that lingers on his lips.

He hides a smile full of secrets behind the rim of his coffee cup when he replays the way her body felt beneath his fingers. Thoughts of her occupy his mind from morning to night and with each new memory of her; ones of you fade away.  

“Sorry I’m late,” He’d say “Work ran longer than expected.” Is always his excuse.

You never question further, just sit back in silence and simply watch as the distance grows deeper and the lies tangle together. It’s suffocating and wretched to know that he probably touches her the same way he touches you when the lights are low and life outside is quiet.

But what are you to do when your marriage cannot be nullified for the sake of saving face and avoiding the tainting of either your family names. A contract marriage is nothing but a complicated business that a woman of your nature has no place jeopardizing. Or so you’ve been told.  

So you do what is expected of you – remain tight lipped and carry on the role of a supportive wife, just with a broken heart. Because you do love him. You always have, which made the arrangement of your marriage to your husband less of travesty and more of a blessing. Now though? Now you aren’t sure what you feel. Part of you wants to hurt him back; make him feel the same humiliation and belittlement. The other part foolishly wants to work things out; improve all the areas you’re lacking in hopes that it will draw his sights back to you.

But who are you kidding? She must be perfect and there is no way you could possibly compare.  

You always promised yourself that you would never look. The thought alone is hard to stomach but today something inside urges you to change that.

So you listen to your gut for once, creeping across the bedroom floor to where Dongmin’s phone rests on the dresser, vibrating against the wood. To no surprise, her name appears on the screen with no hearts or cute nickname beside it, giving a falsity to who she really is to your husband. You listen closely for the running shower and when you’re sure he’s still in it, you tap the sleeping screen of his phone to show you once again her notification.

[Jisoo]: Leave her tonight. I’m wearing nothing under this robe and I want your mouth on my-

The phone thuds against the carpet when you chuck it to the ground. You’re too angered to read on and truthfully you don’t care to know what more she has to say; it will only make the ache in your chest worsen.

The sound of the shower door squealing open makes you scurry to the phone and scoop it up so you can place it back where you had found it. Slightly angled towards the bed and face up – meticulous, but you can never be too careful. Dongmin has a keen eye for the slightest misplacement.

You find your place back on the couch next to a pile of laundry and glass of wine. Taking a deep breath you will your bubbling frustrations back into the pits of your stomach and reach for a shirt, folding it in your lap.

It takes Dongmin only fifteen minutes to appear from the bedroom dressed nicely as he always did and smelling of the cologne you had bought him for your anniversary.

“Did you touch my phone?” He questions with an accusatory look.

“No, I didn’t honey,” You shake your head “I’ve been folding laundry.” You gesture to the small pile beside you and he sighs.

“Why? Leave it for the maid, it’s what I pay her for after all.”

“I don’t mind,” You shrug, smoothing out a blouse on your knee “It keeps me occupied.” When you look up, you realize he’s no longer listening; completely engrossed in his phone. In her. So you clear your throat and speak up again “Are you going somewhere?”

“Hmm?” He glances up at you, then back to his phone “Oh, yeah. There’s an issue at work I have to settle. It’ll probably take me a while so I’ll just sleep there tonight so I’m not late in the morning.” He doesn’t even bother to look at you as he lies, not that he ever really does in the first place. Dongmin always seems to look everywhere but your eyes when he was lying – something you caught on to very quickly.

“Okay. Don’t work too hard and get some rest.” You smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. Your words are empty, but Dongmin doesn’t notice. He never notices.

“Mhm.” He moves to the front entrance and you watch over your shoulder as he slips on his shoes, grabs his briefcase just for show and mutters a brief “See you tomorrow.” Before he’s reaching for his keys and slipping out the front door.

When he’s gone, you toss the shirt that is in your hands back into the pile and reach for your glass of wine instead. You gulp it down and scowl through the burn of alcohol in your throat. You want to kick and scream, throw things and set fire to each and every last article of clothing that hangs on his side of the closet but you hold yourself back and maintain your composure.

Calmer now, you scroll through your social media, hit with thoughts of ‘I want to do that. Why am I not doing it.’ while viewing all of the pictures that friends and acquaintances post. Pictures of sunny vacations, lunch dates and nights out at the club. Pictures of fun. Something you haven’t experienced in far too long. So you sit there and wallow for a while, loneliness and boredom looming over your head like a massive weight ready to crush you at any given time. You let all the negativity creep in until you’ve had enough.

If Dongmin can leave and do whatever he pleases, then so can you.

You step out of your uber and onto the pavement, flushing at the way those in line turn to stare. You look good and you feel it too. Why shouldn’t you? You’re dressed in a strappy olive coloured dress with a hem that reaches mid-thigh and black suede pumps. Normally you’d be dressed more modestly as you were always instructed to by your husband, but tonight is about you. You had dug deep into your closet and retrieved an outfit you hadn’t put on since your college days.

Unlike others, you don’t wait in line, using your married name to get you in without trouble. You have connections and slight luxuries when it comes to these things, so why not use them from time to time. 

Once inside you let the atmosphere soak in, the bass rattle your bones and swaying bodies draw you in like the tide. You find your way to the bar and when the bartender comes your way, you shout your order over the noise, barely able to hear yourself. But he hears you well and is soon sliding a drink your way, you slipping him money in return.

It’s strong, to say the least. You’re used to lounges that make a drink satisfying enough to quench the crave of liquor, but not enough to make it really worth the money. But this? This you’re sure had more than a double shot of rye but you aren’t complaining, just sipping it down until you’re ordering another, then one more after that.

A tequila shot is placed in front of you and when you give the bartender a look of confusion, he jerks his thumb to the opposite end of the bar where a young man stands with a shot of his own. He lifts it in the air and waits for you to do the same, and cued by his wink you both toss it back. 

The man moves away from the bar, squeezing through the crowd with a destination in mind to what you imagine is your side, so you flee. You giggle to yourself as you hurry away from the bar, slipping onto the dance floor where you hope to become lost.

It seems to work and so you sway and wiggle your way further into the heart of the crowd until you’re completely surrounded by grinding hips and sweat-slicked bodies, joining in the way they move to the beat of the music. 

You haven’t a clue how long you’re dancing but you do know two things: You’re incredibly thirsty and drunk enough that you can’t feel the ache in your feet anymore.

Pushing your way back out of the crowd you stumble forwards. At the edge of the stage, a man reaches out and grabs hold of your elbow to steady you. When you’re right on your feet again, you turn to thank him but the unopened water bottle in his other hand catches your attention first.

“Can I… can I bother you for some water? I’m really thirsty,” You lean into him, yelling your question just loud enough into his ear so he will hear you. When you add space between your bodies you can see his blank expression, peering at you and then down at the water bottle before it all clicks together.

“O-Oh, yeah of course!” He unscrews the cap and hands it over “Here you go.”

You politely smile, turn your head just the slightest and gulp it back. You mean to stop, but before you know it the bottle is empty and you’re crinkling the plastic in your hand.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“ You stop short when one of the strobe lights flicker near the both of you just long enough so that you can see him more clearly. He’s handsome, incredibly so, with a sharp jawline and kind eyes that peer down at you from under the brim of his hat. He’s smiling wide and it makes your stomach do this funny little summersault. 

You let out a puff of air and feel the cloudy haze in your brain lift just the slightest.

“Are you single?”

“Uhm, yeah, wh-“ 

You cut him off with the press of your lips, tasting peppermint on his own - it’s more intoxicating than the rye from earlier and oh so tasty. You move to press yourself closer so that you can feel him against your body but he’s pulling away before you have the chance, leaving you to chase after the kiss but end up with stale air instead of lips.

“I-I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you because I do. You’re beautiful but you seem like you’ve been drinking and I don’t want you to-“

“I have been drinking, but not nearly as much as you might think. So if you’re interested, stop talking and kiss me back already.” You’re flush from the liquor, the heat of the room and the way he’s looking at you. 

It feels like slow motion, the way he leans down and draws you into a kiss that he leads this time.

The two of you are slightly hidden from prying eyes, tucked away near the side of the stage where most of the light doesn’t quite reach and no one cares to wonder about. One of his hands are on your waist, the other cupping the back of your neck, fingertips tangling in the strands of your hair. You’re pressing into his chest with your own, hands gripping his shoulders and tongue licking at the seam of his lips. 

You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you can care less. He’s gorgeous and you’re desperate to be touched if the damp feeling between your legs is anything to go by.

“Do you want to get out of here?” You pant, lips brushing against his with every word.

“Only if you want to,” He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nearly drags yours with it.

“Then let’s go.”

Initially, you have plans to head back to his place, but the moment you see his car parked in the back, with no one around and no more hesitations holding you back from enjoying yourself, you know you can’t wait any longer.

You place your hand on his own when he goes to open the driver's side door causing him to glance over at you in question. You suddenly feel shy about the way he’s looking at you but your boldness is not withering away just yet and so you guide him to the back door.

“Here. I want to do it here, in your back seat.” A deep blush blooms across his cheeks and to your great pleasure he doesn’t object, just nods slightly and pries the door open with a little too much enthusiasm.

He slips in first and then you follow, closing the door behind you. There’s a moment of silence, the air thick with hesitance, but you cut through it when you throw your leg over his lap and straddle him. He licks his lips, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear and gently grasps your chin to pull you down.

He licks into your mouth and your jaw grows slack, tangling your tongue around his own and whining slightly when his hands slide along your thighs, fingers kneading at the exposed flesh. You drag your fingertips along his neck, down over his collarbone and fan your hands out against his chest. He’s firm under your touch and you can feel the ripple of muscle through the fabric of his shirt.

When he pulls away from your lips you want to complain, but then he licks at the base of your throat and kisses where he can feel your pulse. and you melt. You press into him harder, rutting your hips so that your core rubs against the rough material of his jeans. The friction makes the both of you groan and a pleased smile spreads across your face when his cock swells, pressing firmly against you. 

“W-what’s your name?” You breathe into his hair after removing his hat, arching your back from the sensation of his tongue dragging across your collarbone.

“Hoseok. Y-you?” He grunts when you circle your hips and drag yourself nice and slow along his erection.

“Y/N.”

With another roll of your hips, you find yourself reaching his breaking point. Hoseok grabs your hips and tosses you out of his lap, manoeuvring you until you’re flat on your back against the seats. 

You can see the lust swimming in his hooded eyes as he looks you over – a beautiful wreck laid out and ready, just for him. He slides his hands up the length of your legs, pushing the material of your dress out of the way until it bunches around your waist. When he makes his way back down, Hoseok hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and drags them down and tosses the wet material into the front seat.

“Fuck you’re… stunning.” He drinks in the sight of you, shivering just the lightest when you rub your thighs together, seeking any sort of friction that will rub you just right. Hoseok pulls your knees apart with ease and you release a shaky breath. He leans down, planting a kiss to the inside of your right knee, then continues on to leave a trail of kisses along the inside of your thigh. Each kiss leaves you tingling in that spot and your head spinning.

You gasp when he suddenly licks a slow stripe from your entrance all the way to your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and toying with it using his tongue. Your hands reach out to grab hold of anything, one clawing at the passenger’s seat and the other tangling in his hair. He circles around your clit, giving kitten licks to the top of it and then dragging his tongue down until he’s inserting it inside of you. Your body quivers and you suck in short breaths, moaning when he firmly holds your legs apart when you try to clamp them around his head.

“Mmm, Hoseok. Feels... good - ahh!“ You whine when he pulls away, only to be filled with two of his fingers that stretch you perfectly.

“Look at you. You’re dripping all over the seat,” He smiles, licking his glistening lips. 

Hoseok has no mercy and curls his fingers deep within you, stroking the spot that makes your back arch and head toss back. Then he adds another finger. He’s relentless in the best way and giving you exactly what you wan,t and when his head ducks back down to kiss between your legs, your eyes snap shut and you see stars.

He wipes his fingers off on his jeans and waits for you to catch your breath. When you do, you waste no time in seeking out exactly what you want. You get on shaky knees, drawing him into a needy, sloppy, perfect kiss while you fiddle with the button of his jeans. He runs his hands through your hair and nibbles at your bottom lip, moaning lowly when you pull him free and his leaking cock finally rests heavy in your palm.

You run your thumb along the slit and spread pre-cum down his shaft, giving him a slow pump. His head knocks back against the headrest when you do it again, working your fist up and down the length of his cock until he’s licking his lips and demanding you sit on it.

And you ever so happily oblige.

“F-fuck.” He groans, watching the way you sink down on his cock agonizingly slow. It disappears inch by inch, buried deep within the tight walls of your wet heat until your seated completely, pausing to give yourself a moment to adjust.

“God, Hoseok. You feel so good,” You sigh, lifting yourself up and dropping yourself back down on him. You want to go slow, take your time and enjoy this for as long as you can but both you and Hoseok are worked up and your desperation is bubbling over. You find your rhythm in no time, riding him until you’re both panting and gripping on to each other. Your bare ass slaps against his thighs every time he thrusts upwards to meet you halfway.

“Mmm fuck! Just like that, Y/N,” He moans. 

You slap your hand against the window, leaving a messy print behind in the fog. Hoseok pulls at the front of your dress, snaps one of the straps but neither of you cares. 

Hoseok wants to see your breasts bounce and your eyes roll back as you fuck yourself on his cock.

When you stutter and slow, Hoseok picks up the slack and jerks his hips forward, driving himself deeper inside you. You fall forwards, muffle your moans in the crook of his neck and grip on to him, clawing at the material of his shirt. He doesn’t complain when you bite down on his skin, just a little, but instead, it encourages him to go harder – faster.

You cum first, with his fingers circling your clit and his cock buried inside you. He soon follows, his legs shaking and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, eyes locked on yours. You fall against him, completely spent, and he circles his arms around your body to hold you there. Hoseok breathes in the scent of your perfume – vanilla – and feels his head spin. 

He doesn’t know where you had come from, or why you had chosen him, but he wasn’t complaining.

When the two of you linger long enough to catch your breaths and slide sweaty bodies away from each other, Hoseok reaches into the front and offers you some tissues to clean up with.

“Sorry, all I have is some McDonalds napkins.” He smiles sheepishly.

You laugh in response, taking them from him and wiping yourself down “It’s fine, whatever works.” When you’ve finished and both of you have readjusted your clothing, with exception to your broken dress, you both step out of the back seat on wobbly legs.

Luckily, not a single person is around and so you take a moment to indulge in the cool breeze that tickles against your sweaty skin. It’s refreshing and nice but your weak legs protest against standing, so you slip into the passenger’s seat next to Hoseok.

He glances over at where you rub at your knee, sore from the backseat. “Are you married?” He points to your left hand, noticing the indent on your skin where your ring usually sits.

“I am.” You decide not to lie. There was too much of that in your life already.

“Then, I should get you home.” He starts the engine of the car and you buckle your seatbelt. He doesn’t sound disappointed, or too thrilled. 

Just neutral about it.

“No, Hoseok. Just… would you stay with me a little longer, please? I’ll explain everything to you. Just take me to your house, just for tonight.”

“Then my house it is.” He smiles.

And that smile is something you fear you could easily fall in love with.

[seven-oomen]

So today’s moments of random thoughts (and attempts at including links) are brought to you by the fact that today they replaced the back office computer at work that controls the store’s music, so it was uncomfortably silent for several hours, meaning that my brain suddenly had to provide the soundtrack again, and that’s always a total craps shoot.  Will it be 48 hours straight of “Toss A Coin To Your Witcher”?  Will it be some surreal all day medley of AC/DC, Rihanna, and the South Park version of “Pokerface”?  Will it be a non-stop Disney sing-a-long?  Who knows?  Everyday is an adventure with an ADD brain jukebox. 

One of today’s tracks of choice was “Little Red Riding Hood” by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs, a favorite since long before I was old enough to understand the implications or subtext.  And since you enjoyed the last terrible porn scenario so much, why not throw out another classic?  Because there is NO WAY they haven’t done this one.  Like.  Just no way.  Oh no, will the brave and daring young hunter woodsman manage to subdue the wily Alpha wolf, or will poor innocent Omega Riding Hood be devoured by the lustful lupine?  (I think the only correct answer here is yes to both.)  And because part of me wondered if such a thing even existed (I just had to know if I could bring in the plaid), I searched Google and found this (for a more casual approach) or this (for if they’re feeling fancy) for Noah, preferably paired with some tall black combat boots, perhaps (also, just saying, both would be a great option for a chase night).  For “Grandma”, I was thinking something along these lines (theoretically demure, yet also highlighting the collar bones, especially if unbuttoned slightly and allowed to slide off one shoulder.  Perhaps in the blue to bring out his eyes. XD ) because it comes across innocent in all the ways Peter would very much not be at that point.  All Chris would really need is his tightest jeans, deepest v’d henley, and maybe a nice denim or suede trucker jacket.  (Have I spent WAY too much time thinking about this?  Probably, but in my defense it kept me from snapping at all the idiots out without masks who refused to properly distance.  So.)  And because why the hell, not, I haven’t confused my Google search enough yet, here’s a couple of options for Chris that are a little more classy, as far as such a thing can apply to an outfit like this.  I mean if the other two are getting nice, quality outfits in that scenario, dammit he deserves the same.

Oh, and to briefly segue it back towards the more serious (and god, I really hope this comes out the way I mean it to, I am legit terrible at trying to word stuff like this), I would just like to say that frankly this version of how the physical/biological/however you want to phrase it aspects of the male/female vs alpha/omega spectrums play out makes so much more sense than a majority of the a/b/o I’ve seen.  I may not read it often, but I’ve been in fandom too long (and in a few too many small ones) not to have read a fair amount.  There have been a number of times where I just end up going “…his body has/did what now?…"  Whereas with yours it’s just like "oh, cool, that makes total sense”.  It’s natural, logical, and easy to understand, unlike my first few experiences back in the day when I kept having to Google the whole Omegaverse concept (a TERRIBLE idea, btw) to try and figure out how things worked.  So, yeah, I, at least, am a fan of this variation/interpretation/whatever.

Anyway…having hopefully managed to avoid cramming my whole entire foot into my mouth, would you care for some more assorted headcanons?  Maybe one day Stiles and Noah are in the attic working on sorting and organizing some things (Stiles is about 14 or 15 at this point), and after going through a couple boxes of Claudia’s sketchbooks, he finds one that contains a few mangled pairs of fishnets, a mesh shirt or two, maybe a pair of extremely short black cutoffs, some studded bracelets and collars, and he’s just like “man, Mom was a little more hardcore than I would have guessed."  After a couple moments of pointed silence, Noah finally offers ”…that’s not your Mom’s stuff, Stiles" while very determinedly not looking his son’s direction.  Cue a hysterical sequence of microexpressions of shock and horror contorting Stiles’ face, culminating in a brief full body flail and ending with him shaking his head with all the intense desperation of someone trying to clear an Etch-A-Sketch, before he just quietly goes back to sorting through the other boxes and they just never speak of it again.  Alternately, I would accept this same scenario for Chris and Allison (thinking the box had belonged to Kate), because I feel she would have the next best reaction faces to Stiles (less grimacing, but more internal screaming), with basically the same end result.  Or perhaps both had an incident like this, and they use it as some sort of bonding moment.  They’re an odd family after all.

 Don’t think I didn’t notice that the preview changed again.  Just going straight for the feels this time, huh?  God, poor Peter.  I feel so bad that he’s missing out on all the cuddles (familial and romantic), but I’m sure they’ll all be more than willing to make it up to him later.  Really hope he was doing that super speed thing on the way back to the hospital, or the Sheriff’s station might get some strange reports of a naked man running through neighborhoods.  

On the subject of the kids and education, I would vote BioChem for Allison.  It would be useful in learning about all the stuff hunters use, and figuring out ways to combat them, as well as potentially offering some overlap with Lydia’s degree.

I’d vote Criminal Law for Jackson.  It would be both a nod to his adoptive dad in the show having been the D.A. and offer a connection to the traditions of the family he’s just now learning about.  And I suspect that it’s entirely possible that if Stiles went after a Criminal Justice degree (or similar, I’m not entirely sure what it would be called), they’d likely have some overlapping classes, which would just piss Stiles all the hell off.  So win-win, really.

I think Malia could do really well with either type of Engineering.  I want to lean more towards Mechanical, particularly for the auto repair aspect, but part of me really wants Electrical for the Ant-Man connection (speaking of high Intelligence, low Wisdom…)  I think she would hate it while she was getting the degree (WHY DID NO ONE WARN ME THERE’D BE SO MUCH MATH???!!!), she’d be so proud once she’d graduated.  I feel like I could see Derek partnering with her on the shop (he’s working on a Master’s in Business.  Anything Law just felt too close to what he’d lost, but he also couldn’t bear to stray too far.  So, business.  Eventually I think he’d join in with the artsy side of the family and go after a degree in Design, so he could help build up the shop that way, as well.)

Totally agree on the other two.  I can also totally see Kira and Malia coaching some sort of intramural sport for kids one day.  Soccer (football), Little League, Lacrosse, doesn’t matter which.  They absolutely love it, and the kids love them (they totally get the smaller Pack kids involved, too).  Eventually they talk Isaac into creating a team for some of his kids that are looking to socialize more (they make sure that the experience is 100% positive for any of them that play.  They refuse to tolerate any bullying or poor sportsmanship of any kind.)

Hmm…not sure about the others, either, but I like the idea of Boyd ending up as a professor of Mythology and Folklore.  He was the one that actually thought about whether he wanted the bite, and whether it would be worth it in the long run.  He seemed the most interested in the reality of being a werewolf.  I can see him learning as much as he can about the supernatural from Peter and Noah (and some of the other side of things from Chris), and utilizing that in getting his degree (and eventual Doctorate).  And let’s face it, after dealing with the Pack’s shenanigans over the years, college kids aren’t intimidating in the slightest.

And before I forget, may I just say that “People buy it because it’s Tumblr, why wouldn’t two gay dads run a wolf rescue?” had me laughing so hard I started snorting.  Moving on; I know you recently shared a post that featured shots from the episode where Stiles gets his dad drunk to distract him from reopening the Hale case (I have Opinions about that black shirt, and how disappointed I was that it Never Showed Up Again, so I notice when it pops up in Tumblrs I check, okay?  Don’t judge me.), and some of the other blogs I try to keep up with have shared some pics of J.R. in glasses, and now I can’t help but wonder if that becomes like a Thing for Peter at some point.  Like, once they start to get a little older (once Chris has grown out his beard again, and maybe Noah has retired [my uncle was a cop and retired in like his mid-forties, I think] and started letting his hair get just a bit shaggy again) and his husbands start occasionally wearing glasses for reading, or fine detail work, etc.  (I would not judge him if it did, because, uh…, hard same.  I blame too many years of anime.)  Like, they slip them on and his brain just immediately starts going to more terrible porn scenarios.  Stern librarian, called to the principal/headmaster’s office, courtroom shenanigans.  Actually, if Peter is supposed to have been a lawyer they probably do that one anyway.  The Prosecution and the Defense take turns attempting to sway the Judge/Jury Foreman in their favor.  Who is who just depends on their mood at the time, and who feels willing to put on a suit (god help Peter if he gets both his mates in well cut suits and at their persuasive best.  He can barely keep it together long enough to stay halfway in character.  They are fully aware of their power, and file the information away for use in anniversary/graduation/other celebratory settings.)  Wow…that kinda got away from me.  Again.

Anyway, I tried to do the reader poll thing, hope my responses went through/made sense.  Hope the assorted links I’ve attempted work, I’ve never tried adding them to something before.  I probably still have the tabs open if I need to try again, unless my computer randomly decides to close them, which I have had it occasionally do.  Glad that you are feeling somewhat better, and that it doesn’t appear to be anything serious (and possibly even somewhat positive, in the long run, at least?  If it’s a sign of things trying to heal?)  Sorry in advance if some of this makes assisting customers difficult tomorrow.  XD  I feel like it should just be implicit, like my brain just compels it’s own warning in general.

I think I’ve read through this at least ten times because it’s just so good. I don’t really have the energy to reply to everything, but I do want to leave you with some headcanons of my own. 

Mainly Hogwarts houses:

Ravenclaw: Lydia, Melissa, Natalie, Julio, Stiles

Gryffindor:  Noah, Derek, Kira, Allison, Boyd

Hufflepuff: Scott, Chris, Jordan, Ben, Isaac

Slytherin: Malia, Jackson, Peter, Danny, Erica

Ben’s super cute playfulness as a wolf pup

Peter definitely wears a pair of wolf ears during sex, although he’s a little sad that he can’t mark up Chris and Noah as he used to. He liked to bite hard and draw blood, but with him as an Alpha, that’s just not an option anymore. Although there are plenty of other ways he can mark them up and he enjoys finding new ways. Even if they’re not as visual and permanent.

Peter also makes time for each of his kids and enjoys being a father. He revels in the role and loves reading bedtime stories to his younger kids, PTA meetings (he rises to the top of the rank really quickly, starts a turf war with a Karen but gets backed up by Mack’s mom. So it’s all cool.) And With his older kids he finds new ways to guide them through life as young adults. He’s there for every homework assignment, every break-up, every report card, and all the little moments he’s had to miss out on.

Also when Noah is pregnant, he’s closely monitored by Melissa and his licensed midwife. (He’s given birth to Malia and Stiles at home, he’s planning to do it again. Chris too, only has had homebirths, although Ben had to be rushed to the hospital because the doofus swallowed amniotic fluid during birth and turned blue after ten minutes. (Which is based on a true story, my brother had that complication after homebirth. Homebirths are very common in my country which is why I put them in my fics.)) And Peter and Chris go into protective overdrive. He keeps working for as long as he can but at four months pregnant with twins, he has to take a step back and only work desk duty until he’s 7.5 months along. He takes some time off after that and gets time to recuperate and rest. 

Chris for his last pregnancy also chooses to have a homebirth, Julio comes to work for him to do his arms deals and meetups while Chris takes a step back and works from his office until the day he goes into labor. And even then he’s still trying to get this deal done while breathing through contractions.

Also, imagine Peter getting to experience both of his mates being pregnant again. I like to imagine the smile on his face when he hears the heartbeats for the first time, how he just knows when his mates are pregnant, he recognizes the scent change now. He knows Chris is pregnant before Chris does. With Noah it’s a bit more of a tie since Noah can pick up the twins’ energy signatures and heartbeat at 4-5 weeks. Which is when the scent change happens.

I imagine the three of them curled up together after the youngest has been born, all tuckered out and completely passed out. The new baby curled up in the cosleeper next to the bed. Malia sneaks in without waking her dad and starts snapping pictures for the family album. And at one point during the night, Ben and the youngest twins end up sleeping in their parents’ bed as well. It becomes a routine until Ben is ten and generally likes to sleep alone. (Unless he’s upset, then he comes running.)

Also, the mere image of Chris wearing glasses and Noah wearing his police sunglasses (or regular glasses), like yes, sign me up. Also, Peter shows solidarity and starts wearing glasses later in life too. Which doesn’t only do wonders for their sex life (though that was never bad, to begin with) but also every single parent at Ben’s high school and the twins’ elementary school suddenly have the hots for the three extremely hot dilfs.

It also helps with getting justice for Ben when his son is being bullied at school and Chris has to convince Peter not to kill anyone, Noah shows off the sheriff’s  badge and starts suggesting a few things, and Chris likes to remind people that his son (Jackson) is now the youngest DA in the country and works from Beacon Hills and his other son (Stiles) is now an FBI agent who certainly wouldn’t mind digging into the past of whoever is bullying his little brother. (Not that he ever has to get that far, usually he smiles warmly and charms the principal or the teacher with his trademark smile and within a day Ben’s bullies are disciplined by the school.)

I have no idea where I’m going anymore as I’m pretty tired at this point. But these were stuck in my head and I had to share.

(Once again, I adore every single headcanon you’ve send me. <3)