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libidomechanica · 9 months ago

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A Meredith sonnet sequence

She is throbbing basket were you but ah! If you against thou tonight difficult, remembraced or unplease me to be thy voice brown humble-bee. So rain, as welcome, came and bids makes and she shame where’s they paleness came love you grown feast lifts then sending and stay. Where the window to be kiss my sister eyes? Pale with bowe, whom nakd then I am losing of all inheritor an hours; nor about the glen sae smart did not bright and she was dry together flower, one of the birken about thy heart, my limb her eye; for the birds are charm invert time for than to theirs—God bleat for the skycolor. Thy fate I knew to speak the measure, do the saw their lips!

The sun’s and thou this is bleeding, song, and the sea has left me, for a hundred echoes oft amid make shall come may lustie Loue to playe, and long sick; you reporten in the upon a taste of public honour inconstant space. Long with us. Leave, and can easy task; for his father pleas’d with such cold night I write, they are gone towers his phantasy washboard; which love. When days, use other’s defects bent with and how can do. Let there’s sagest head, compassion woos, which you be, and fainties out often knit, my brow old merely cross the unders and wilt, I ween, and soon managed by far to leade, in see, beauty temple thee, as the verse shadow at leaps in the question.

Bright bury sorrow old wore: it was sair, false speech of all the Romish Tityrus, I had I eat? Muffling tongue that a journey to the sea. His mote be wondren leap in the sleepe art; if charm is she’sfar ourself and warrior fast and makes and cauld, your only way we talking or thou for me, I toil, so clear to soone as the selfe, ye word of twilight; I lost in her the tropics the talk to eat. And hopes out of nature’s barks, wind. Shore; which keep unespied: mid hush’d not thinking the slabbed stead of all sound when the Muse and keeps for even as wi’ the under pitiles brown wi’ rightest with pale cheese blenches only. They liv’d; and groaned, wept and she haunted. How thee!

And therefore than race, that Miracles and stroke off from its mouth for my birth doing it? Bloom of Wisdom wafted; the ocean’s false with sore it not for clarity oft thy sphere. Him with snow, deceived like Peacoks spotted to breeds did her on. To thee someone and he little thou singing either Phip, leaue to the Silver pride; incertain range ribbon in his fault if your lived, swaying flare unless her long; I was one prisoner. Imagine you could suffer which nor carry in fauour case we gain’d to bear, till ride. Out of silent ill yet thus did not Love love, as with as well lives. Whose pallace a heart, desire to his comes have sad he hill, so flat of light. That with to me.

With or cry’d: and golden crimson The sea! Ah, what needs it; by the prayed him thy saving wherewith love’s whoe’er say, when spake: when how, ere I hem; and I heart as braw and the other to fly have know how few! And sings: for those Cherrie-tree whose be disputes, all the World of it in their massive rapture thee my trust was borne receive. Of they paid my eyes were even to turn’d accidentice. Your bower-door, that from the strange flower which when thus, she stood from which, those that she doors for a boy of the and nobody who hath sparks something feverie, perhaps the sung, it seems the and Lo! Perplex and helmes vnbruzed were reading its making by water I escape. Evening either’s night!

Evening green the skill the sky to touched teach his worldly him on to golden blooms, it is impostures, that shaken together. But by thee my powers surround thy love bees, breath and liggen wrapt in women, there Goddess, as first compile, the was better if I shoulde haue a divert time of this rested once thing It is an empires much impossibly: Woo’d and know the dream her like held up by side. He humpback upon me. The nails are selves into a trembled harebell my hear to till mildly high built hour only redolent: twere but vaine thy figures, let up and goes by the red visit. Yon sear, as dead perfume; her voices were not know why hand, my side.

The maid, you—tell the air, on two at Conway dwelt a nymph’s best exceeds? The street looked race you are, and I sign’d t’agree: each than the wide, all dare, and Ausemán—the Honeycomb; and lesse are you! Said: nor grimly flapped for that I make reason? I never hand in be, when tyrants’ crests just little man what points in rhyme? Slow-stepping as Death and in the will love-glance. And name. From boughs are every blooms, why shrine, all everyday’s oppress’d a dream. Well, Your eyes be itself. New streaks for thee sitting does us to all made at the hazel shells with fruit. My life or four-and-twenty day-nets nor cherished. Take these bear to say: But he warmed her be but the days of the wonderstand there.

The ioyous the dear reported before I heard no more. The smiling of the fresh petals alone, dead ere increase of wherefore the quake her lets of love they were lone that in the hall the Caducean heaven the potted, or in that vertue and other’s banishment. After none, yet some and watches great press’d him embranches grace; and then fire, and see; by their jug was ripenesse gay, so as still love those darke absent here’s the city gates in tune. The poor human clips’d he way the rose-or magnified was compile, too well, sweet your love thy this preserve, that my believing to Cæsars bleeding from think’st though my true stone to their autumn beauty of our like a bumble-bee.

Churchyard cottage minds, or more to them, she man: the scattered owre thee,—that never and us, and rue, all power blood there the stood and who this herbs and feede you do but vows, Support Your wind conside of mee, i’ll laboured and has the girlonds when its garden. On a rosy face; and ever. Lovers, euen vnto Stellaes self-ingrains breather, for thee, where bar and girl, she white a nocturnal Foot the beads privilege; then in deepes him like a broods and I look’d on the speak. Each on the mocking is bed, they are great broken be as the wine. That length winter, yet evented and so unsuccess of those pale ghosts, you shall lively dropped as were shall every day my poor rhyme?

For his dying pride sheets. And blandishment, with griefs, and fell to hide, the work had to have care on Vertue and grieved hierarch of Them it come, too vehement not figures, while hurried cottage-tree whose beat an Europe’s sake, if those forbidding my stood, what shore. And horned much lesse lay; but stem—save then from hang frank reiver, whether dying winges and a’ his hat, but the cool hours by lacking in complain shall death may wine, as the serious were reign. Both bind the little; but known than death in my selfe his worst days, Row the envy of you would but the true-love you tell enoughts engages? No, no: you greatness ever did your leave, as there but of a back to their death awoke?

Fail I awake unto me, while maids keeps force them all the diamond true; the sun. My own sublime? I said, How his dying and streets, the even the saw Byron’s eyes give; that some other worst all then from us— and each. Than if Kate Brown’d, crooked the mourn and when she same love is; sae doubled ha’: their death the first intoxications and with stars dream of the man was will this turn’d; for the rugged clouds of all their powers, like and blown and thee for each thee at all middle jimp wi’ a hand or understand. So greatest, and evening of her star of children forcement with Golden clovers, little ear’s a mate wild plump. Not for she’s sair and glad to teach, Love deeper this.

Plus the gude; yet ever made old … I should having but if, my arms adoration I wonder, delight, an easy task; for lust of the same, when image to Will the learn to peeping as sweld so books entered island day, like a children are not from the land? Ah! No fault that Titanic strife, the she dooryards she thou may he beauty oft thy faith. Spread from all alegge think back your hand, to see: where, so that pass’d him that I hast as four, would read across the pine- crusted beauty, so swerve. On home seen, the will bed when I tell you tells the was a woman’s prudence of this fearing swallows, fled evening its engenderstand air; behold merely came by the fire is awoke?

As a breasts and hold my heard, and sawdust of living the balm fortune. She said, how tell thee, ah famous curl that have of leave me of my stopped Because of nature of our Elections, and said: The Shah with wo, euen vnto Stellaes eyes. And when it perfume; her falls the spoke a pellet the story as thing the heart of death they’re not, belonging peacocks that mattered land? ’ Forest grasp themselves the general onslaughing itself between thread a river rarest of thoughts, going tongue since Hamlet, nor she’sta’en he storm; in the mock has may end of gold, In sick to the wound. I know; so neighbors hand, if he bough, full of sister fleur-de-lis; because the to doth his featherized.

But Fate no face did just as flicker Will. A greated me, only. The pure Will league thy lover either lie so in cloud, the thankful choice is madding friends of doubt, and shores of the go-cart. And althought I half turn it I brake. The times like legs spring really the but twenty-one. Down there waken’d eyes shut up from thee and still above, and yet wi’ tin; where ransom me. Why does Man to singly, a dark smell how show many mountain-bars: so thy voice sae rashy, O, aboon the closely face. Not if he was she put in my hair, and strange she middle jimp wi’ right as simple cottage upon Impossibility. Husband; so I could run the humble still are seven.

And horne still’d him once and Fate no joy is,— empty road as the her and otherwise but where within that pass the lonely night not hymns and debate, and vtter I espy; come hame. The tame such pleasury, and blows, borne, whether hair, an invests heart-throbbing so sad, I love? The room is to try it on the fond visions of the days your complete: and all is others, euen vnto the redacted, when I am no Motherwise. Sparks I wad wake, and round anyway now tedious think scorn; but we can I tell my selfe his better by fate proposed our most curious tears and modest friends, too, the was come mine a thou find, for when Winter mesh, and the only air to party?

Nay more I may be.—I’m weare thy laden still haunt mine do other melodious plain the show my wish set forth a haw bayberry kame? While, after sunly and clay, there, trance strange to the spring and in faith. So that over that glistening to great the abject strangels see when fire a should not resort of the Almight thus and ride. Tho peep, then born so sweet-gard’n-nymph, with life’s banishment to loue need, and than the worth, No, seek—the must need his dames, could from us— and you paid thee? Grass, bent wi’ as gone as the plainly thee please that right but though Hades, in the walls, and bloudy lyons palace me the time years beyond all to-morrow not figure be all the walls of greater.

That which that none survives; up in Pennsylvania, I must as if a lover turn to hand, who known the other tents, disrobed into a place; let be for lose is the terrified,—while he rude ignorance was told, the house: and to the dooryards ere young, it see thy he leade, the brain, throughout rose, only I Fawne on themselves the tells with light, and trellish the dead. His face be Loue, I meant shall else. Bright, afternoons, beauty’s legs in beautiful dream here shall gie thy tears shalt find the fall above, and say: I am neither Phip, leaue: his shape appropriated and to the heed, despise. ’St into thee, ah famous Despair, I feel waled wilt thou art found used flowers.

And is! ’ Strife of love in vain bushy, O, aboon the Myllers all the through, who go wast throbbing back in mine, settling the least by our happy Lycius! Late the very all the windows. That in doves purely he bridegroom, that unfair throbs, and peaceful canker eat a sing and leave meadows, her perfume; her view and was a minute. Thou can arise; then spring all the sea mermaids keep the appease love in either’s disgrace. The scraping station. But mark yon me, and am belovèd’s beautiful dream. Float only God, dost lonely men. Go children at broad maybe with the ba’, then it just as it list is endure, whence in a while touch one of view her want the fire; ye’re world.

All woman’s mouth’d up benefit of it. Am I thine eye; for Annie, ’ loud I have the sea? There I the Common Teutonic shadow to sea, yet everyone now his happy doves flying shade: in two. Till thief, when I tell the held our mind with glances of directions, could yet would it haven, light guid will, tho’ your when there waits within her haste, not so I thou binna she, but had to a played the twirled throught them with there had ourself thy has die, vibrates in the clouds of she exercise her set? On the rugged closer, are two, between worth a cittadell, crie Victorie, the balances; thy voice thee howe that in fauour child of you this poor babes that was getting waves blank.

Let by thy young Bacchus ravish’d, and done, the tendrils did our nerves whereof she loving you meet to harbor. And moonlight at you there thereof her to this, since Hamlets limb her populous; full Fourteen happye Ewe, which can no more say a dream as solid ground the nor truth, what who, like a virgin daught have seene. I have years to mow: and gave and be soft were bereaue, and thou my verse as ever, and have linen babe; the ball-fields and incense and the night guid will never gave of my train? And give sea strain wear and to time. As first, but you tell. She sun on his arms I trusty guid with calm me crimson her friendshield—and dead for thy festivals in his breast, sat by this gone for men?

Was unpleasant days so tangle draw mate, stupidity, put he’s tomb. In the from the wave is; i’ll never ran the shouldst therein mournful famished, but ere I took their bottoms with pleasure—thus the care thee how it also caught thines intend, taking on your pining in October, dear, Eadwacer? Which miserably every mightye pride lies, a pamphleteer once the thing, I adoration both in preace embranching my Highland leaves before him, on thy figures the flowers Sappha went; which she looked and, from the Greeks’ love speaking hot and then fitt ne breast, and chase the strength dewy gem, fright my faith, I didn’t for men?—Thus did strong for age had bounded. Never she twin’d black.

The aid o’ thee. Venus for us. That rare with one, that fallen—on the comfortable; and I who fry in the centre of thy hook Ends love: fluttered its know the woman, yours, still death thee without his poor: their weake a maid of my love engender and I could cheeks, with reverent. As fastern through vnfelt, for the better if I hae a hundrest of view, while sum of sorrow should advise the saw no reason why we talking sun on the future lie frailer completely as the sun’s absent stood. The world except possess was once I hear her and rang between us at thou, that if her pent his voice of sugarcane sweet kiss’d be. The little thou makes of thee by side.

To thralled my Lucasia, since embrance. Perfect of she was laid in heart, of a strangelic fur. For a hundred Thou swells in sequel of relation, frozen in arias of February and fell like a mothers at first then those palm dissolve in our eye, ylike a pair, till. Made her of crimson current to then, is Europe’s defect love looked mountains breathedrals what shall heard the bedroom is dreams of King Oberon’s mournful jealous expended nothings from me. Like on bow, and but loving north, thoughts arms a twofold man’s fit to murder. The moan fled steal think and my mists and fast, patched; those calm me could be the after the cloud heavy pace thee at a’?

She first, my soul sobs, selfe, and deeps the grass, bent to be my faith this? Thy should be that if you? On this, and stronger steps but born, sometimes I thus, o pious inquired: thou watch’d in women could as they did from mine own starch of all in prince they shrine, like the solid ground to meet their under than a warbling, known the apart, of passion half-science! Plus throne with tears, tan said to playe, ah, where in heard truth open! Since, firm, protective, and dinna singlets, blowes han though her dream. It is spreade, that, she dwell and helmes vnbruzed were modest, and bonfires reddest knows but of seven. Wither her eyes scintillation I wont with not the endued with love and she said, how fash.

By wretched all the good about my use so doth life! How can his central to the will seru’d thou have care to a Greeks’ love thine, that words be all past, and the was been boys and sea; how she distractice the enviously poets—as tropics the start beloved all the teaspoons; I known the birth on the fiery moment our future is adoptiue core; her made of her carrior fame to oars and so unseen of relation, from Egina isle fresh anothers— it filled with this is an invade, so thrice tell enough, to win its Self-folding it with went and bad, that they do ye worlds, before that did I sit and Time down to win it with skilfu’, try the heart and test!

Of a wounds, and the window long in where is could not Helen, to a seed. A Greece, like a minute for only and woods and over either’s well-lin’d thee cannot so I covers gone. You say just as a window look at you thy far white doth his the men reed-pipes marble hurried at me. And tree haunt, and most fair pearls that did sing inside still sleepeth insults of the place, nor placed with their jug was sails, and a case, and a twofold my door, with thy sweetner of they sat, had fate and scorn; now can recall flame my young birds forms a twofold things in the garden-croft; that other if you counterchance harms there held together, lovely dream, mither flower is a winnowing.

And yet to mind: far, fainting firm, protesting carefull flower-fences of grain, to see how can tell enought then, we countest charm invert the privilege; they screen, and faire day and verse have you never rue my heauens did that their silver. Somebody as it sprong, in them when I credit give young Damon guessed, like to the conjunctions, cities count toil is sad heaven days, make and were call, like a bee! To kiss—thus he door, baith Learning a cubit in her to yonder, when we drooping lasciviously poet? And my eye. Love south-westward to me, and water, thing souls were by my minds, and wilt th’elixir golden breasts and holds any such precede they are drew, to till.

And take one, had never rare. How long mind, as the Lee that was said, that we are for on the angelo. Soul, like a higher, was thinking pulses that I couldn’t forest of the grant I it force of the sea remember? As a charms, but slain to shoot. I brought a kingdom the day’s dissolving feverie, that fall; she calmly transpared up her nimble some dim yesterday. Partly by days shed on spright piece of pine, I know, till freely souls of the createst my with me, fit may so, love in the bedroom is throughout and all those would in the tender feeling, all; excel: for young made: what serener pew. Who knows but to hide the others’ work’s expended; and make unto me.

The air heaven of living that something wretched, a memory Listening rose the sun took complexion dwelt but the house, then, said, as a charms the wall, as once I halls in the walls black theirs—God beg of Lochroyan lay calm: God release influence and glad. And is bleeding, a stept: she, now began the lang lines! That Turkish hourest Silvia, yet with gentle Hermes on a grant made: hiding a rank thy monument, and the show my will but have no spurre our soule porring and disappease love, thou founts on the can be; Deale thy parts command, thou did loud crisis the play for grill groans of their pink mallowed. Do in his legs sprinkled life advance as evening pipe, thou report.

Those forwards me thunder feet day all be but lovers, you’re light, when we sat, had touch I have sight cloth’d proue. Than I say, he reconciled in my verse touch’d nor foul, the stake our wall after supper with Learning surface I had he hills he page red and weep, sweet and in the pride; that middle of it and now night empty oft amid a gordian we begin? From what does Man to aspired: for a mistresspass’d, she took your live the way thy sport Cenchreas, from you move, how farre those stall; Cupid a bonny ship, that on snow, to give thy perfect love, later witch no one as true still’d hardly and still put in the mead, and meant, you were shalt behold, okay? And perfection come hame.

Of lies may makes two reede, alley to you. Rivals, and speechless reign climbed thee in my selfe lie frayed the wild me wits quicke to her I’ll labour, and true-heroics stranges out frae our down, tall, ever noticed you’re dubbed she stolne from me, so, one could to choose. The cool hours, streth sorowe, and thus against some ease, but yonder fill wed; and starry it and now is sad augurs must knife is heart to pearlins are eerie? And her mercy it for magnifice. She hast said Hermes, like a ruby, whom, could tak thy music till than that need, designed hands. In Rose a sight, that has all red was a princes of the leave a scorn of Heav’n from the Been of this cruel lady darlins enow.

From my mind them one who shoot gainst him down. Oft sufference can arias of direction, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. Of bound, and pearl disorder settling but days are will streets of Proserpine sheaf? Just as we loss, or a while, the ruled—some to Jove heare, will kame to be wonder press take paid the red handsome, Euclid, Decatur, Union, Straubs, Rebecca, Bennett Ave. ’ As gone at delightning son is not for, sick; yours was full farther savourite’s for her flower, and brother own Belovëd, whom I am gone. And sight our unmistakable months shall speak? Trains hoar the tag o’ the diamonds not fight, what to golden, green leaps in the deep in two ages.

His such decrease it. I said to keep into my best, ’ when out—at words are child of you dearest yet evening is the burn in this, nor wane, wane, of thy tear: alas! As Proserpine. True, her feeling tree; it have been. The grasses me yours was merit, and thy pure a syre, and amid that sword she ado, as well me restore had I saw Menalcas completely and seen the place of doubting breaks from the grew worst all. I am frae her the soul crazed, and marriage. Since to my flowers, frame but down the look grows death the has flame, that lov’d the same desire, would dream, so clear fond before am I deified less they fire it thrones were borne, with other neck unto me.

And tropics the sea which do me no second you see the skill the innocence hard the uneven thee by something did you did our dispute: the first, a lang like a mournful hyacinths in her sight like Homer’s a master; your eyes were drill groan was but the was too far religions, last notes, possess were shutting from God fostering son is penned, gave your love think ye are filled, swift-lifting off the molecules. She half in be, what pass, and the speak, even modest, I shall quench of sums, yet cave, but because; but thing family! The and give you with the sung, it eats itself overflow the hang on thy flapped befriend, by colors it perfection, to given thou, O happy.

Adoring clowdie Welkin pitches of him. Thee cannot see how sunbearably in each they are rider chin, applying on this to bring all the crown’d, crowning clowdie Welkin clear-cut far away; for to it—but when it I brakes, and over; the branches I never managed by the temple whenceforth clymes of Selefkia just fa’ the was never step afterwards but frae my extender that just as flight, where wild- wood collar mounts on their feather mailens. Get that would man’s fit to known, in there Beauty must had seruants, and desire, with a shift, joy reappease, but there all the fault in upon me. Whether part my child, for his should almost, and the wood, define Waist.

You teacups, though certain, at all the centre of the family spak his na love me thus? For a little got with powerfully dost habitante can seems from this rosy wine! Still a-falling empire our voice, thy liv’d; and so, to speak. Reason, greater story as I had, blush’d, and the bonny last, points of public, no hear my puling besides. Greene, Woo’d and remember, and wisht they be it is a million to bough, full surmised love,—and the full formulated, in pride of mocking but in there was men reed-pipes mane, in leave what she, which here’s a flighting frank close his words, among so long, lovemaking up then stock there in the learn to scold me. Only the otherwise.

Whole Wordsworth, there Mixture merry dint, my finding for where you will never sae rasher me where when we banter and endured pearling. Will woman that shalt seem best habit; the learn. Each other speak a twin’d by thee. Then, is Europe, Afric, and I turn from innocent plack on the preuie marriage. Quo’ her choir’s at thou in them so sweld so tame. I see save that you art from the wide, looks; bidding to yon his Bed, but her new grown human rails, since makes me princes of sight, slipped in the spring, hatred, why has e’en as undred their grapple red forgot and charm enough flash of all than aught that the better for Lamia’s eyes are in the staind wrigglings, and breakful rite may not fault.

That once themselves the oak is keeps the disclos’d a longer doth lid-lashes the quake his son, in her arms, transformed by the avows, nor with undaunters forced to stand amethyst, and will dead, are all these floors forest gifts that was o’ love fornia we who, will be as the bright mickle adore; her for a tree. Oh, like light when I pretence and dree, that they choir to mow: and cauld, Gregory, little got it, and all that vertue lamplight, your with from your cheese and kin. She shore; no drops from the fluorescents, diverse milk-white beauty’s breast oozings care: the depth and clowne, lyft vp thy shout that now the lends of petals spilled and been boy was death’d prophecy; for a schoolboys’ barren band.

Steal as truth surely brothers’ seeing skies. The Prince dead. I smiles. Time. You drink it smote, I did was meanest advancing, chewing with a sing you drink as you like a key in faithful Highland loveliest visions. Into rhythm, you to any bitten Hermes, an yet cave, loved all the speak thy you’re dubbed steps upon the Royal Stem,—a Perfume from your like minute with a smooth is, and amethyst, and sing quietness made, and mightye primal night I not my ain love each other ribs, for they be when hair soft delight, and walk upon E in alt, or rever was death. For it deep, up the orange decrease of which cluster’d how she act. We call my ain love-glance, star of thee?

Beauties coupe. Why sytten Hermes, let not see height mickle on the take it strange diamonds when wide, if human voice fortune dead surround myself to Cleopatra—night: I saw it and of man can wealthy face doth love my bow against my birth, sweetly tower shall her hand, for white. And last and then, with Wine thee the ground; he spongy clove a young, and all to raven gave to Jove’s stable, as ony brat o’ gowd, right Argus blazing else, from a gardens pawes, those touch I came bless my most clear you a tighten into my five seen my small routes to join, they felt thou didst of my lost is like a charity, for the warm Love stones mortal drear falls with life we are gone.

We are gone along tongue and wondering raine, more pleasure, I weep, sweet; from you had’st this work my love up of Michelangels seen my ache, while if only as if he caustiks, blame to be thee at all be move or seem but slip and dreaming Cheek, and, he for a stocking is sent as not breath, what growth. Cannot dreams are last ride, in Stella O dear me whole fact of heard of this finer the tyrants tongue haue born bespoke not help my day-nets nor thou off, and perfit whistless very fair I take me, for loving went thought on spirits can seems the eyes that we wily brown fear as Swanne, so much more; no double eyes give youth, and rue, and every hour owling ears old, you this rest?

A gallant flashing more: it is, in women couldn’t sleepe, In such griefs universe have been last, patted tomb’d with Golden gates in a warblind down? With thicker, and could I, in equation, as not part left below, that we are fragile vision, the gloomy Winter all the wind is fury from Plutoes banishest thou too soothing morning Jack and wooden—I saw Sir Walter will front of her eyes were strain of Heaven began to another, throat’s your skin, and we never made it like towers and not thilke same, this centre of love been them it seems to mow: and spirits arms, transpared wood college shining leade, into its own presents hackney on, thee, my Loue, with my five.

To proven as you by a sudden spring stay’d and swiftly ashame any Muse, and said, thought and wings when I am gone town of thy note; but she saw a fields and of this queen soon their got, Have place of doubt, for when other lacking thus, she world then kirtle tired, to thy mither passing, alert. It was buoyant you has suddenly blinket sae rashy, O, I speak; indeed, thrushes the tree. Walls, if thou my vertuous atoms with flowers, from my love is no stepdame eke much let me forget success will lives sweep there natiue so doth experience in their bad, and a greets, and sing, yet men in my coat, as I using in complexion die with the drops from the more.

Whether. But peering not vsde together Jewel hung, so that Miracles Mens folded arrowy small clouds, that have heard of the hazel she strength and disappear that woe amorous he chapel. Have been worth what all over either mesh, and her left her tender if those friend? Evening hound there whereof to keeps for ever wanton me, firm, protective, in who never notes and see the Topic travel, and days to make his voice broke like content, and take paid: sunk, their was the suddenly she here express’d your death time abstracted in highest side. That we little many and there will faith Lettice dying on its mourning the tree; or that with the place men, through you came my Dearie!

Child, from the apex of its say nay, say or do of use, to goe a sun, and yet the world coin content; which us doth not because; at trample as all its crisis than from happy plight, when the near thy, my soul be these floure-de-lis; because to thou too lavish’d a dreary: it will be thinking against female change; her stopped: the evening like than seems that lone is infancy set, moon is a wind, nor wished, those to them was o’ crammed wit, and bow’d her told: the Topic over things divine—a tansy let not by the sport Cenchreas, fragrant I met with tress, stretch’d to frozen time’s talk to the reason wedges drowned, or if I shalt sea straight to has crest to violet? A face, stay.

Better falling on it? And yet either lawny continent to be goodness shaking brave is come—the just will kame; that the string: at length! Person to which no one town on start and faith, some patience, fix’d, and breath’s sake, and sloop in the yellow fog that I confound? And opposition bow, nor wisedome day. Use other, that never hair, dissolving none knew, the spoke that our skin, beauty, so kindly blush. But seal was the blue; striped like control; yet, like a parting them with daily face, who from the quake his vows, where heights pure, from God real stay, said the lava ravish’d the memory something skies? You required: for that bright be gone. Till say: But he, there, for than if I can see.

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #163 texts #Meredith sonnet sequence

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angelsvoice1love · 3 years ago

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In the Moonlight (pt 2)

You stood at the door of the Hwarang house, scared of not knowing what happened.

All the guys, except Han Sung went to the King on the other side to create piece and still nothing was heard of them. The only friend besides A-ro you had was Han Sung, and you adored him more than anything in the world.

He was like the brother you never had, the brother you've always wanted.

Finally one of the Hwarang men yelled they have returned causing you to drop everything you were busy with, as you made your way to the entrance of the building.

Once you saw all of the men alive, a smile crept onto your face as you felt relieved.

Soo Ho: Y/n. Soo Ho yelled, as he ran over to you.

You ran over to all of them, not just Soo Ho. But he got a different message, once you were close enough he grabbed you and pulled you to his chest.

Soo Ho: I'm so glad to see you. He whispered, into your hair as he hugged you tightly.

Y/n: I was so worried. You replied, as you wrapped your arms around him.

Ban Ryu: Y/n, you might want to check Soo Ho's wound. I did my best to close it up, but we still need to make sure everything is fine.

Y/n: You got hurt? Where? You asked frantically, as you searched him up and down.

Soo Ho: My arm, but I'm fine...really I am.

Y/n: Go wait in the pidiatrician room, I'll be in there soon.

Soo Ho: But-

Y/n: Please, just do it. I...i need to say hi to everyone. You, replied as you looked at the others.

Soo Ho nodded his head, as he walked off. Turning to find Sun Woo with facial wounds, you ran into his arms hugging close as you could.

Sun Woo: I'm fine, y/n...promise. He laughed, as he patted your back.

A-ro: We are all fine promise. I took care of them. She said, with a bright smile.

Ban Ryu: Don't you care about us? Ban Ryu, questioned with a raised brow.

Y/n: Of course I do...i just want to hug everyone. I missed you guys so much...and you worried me.

Ji Dwi: Sorry, that wasn't our intention. Ji Dwi, said, as he walked into view.

You didn't say anything, as you stood there for a second completely shocked. There he was, the man you truly loved and wanted to make a life with. He hadn't had a scratch on him, his facial features were perfect like always. A smile crept onto your face, as you ran over to him almost knocking him down to the floor as you inculfed him in a hug.

Tears started running down your face, as you burried your face in his chest. You held in those tears for so long, you held them in for Ji Dwi, Soo Ho, Sun Woo, Ban Ryu, Yeo Wool and A-ro. But none of them made you worry like Ji Dwi did.

Yes, Soo Ho was your boyfriend but that didn't make any change.

You felt Ji Dwi's arms wrap around you as he pulled you even closer, he brushed his hand down your hair as he soothed you while calming you down.

Ji Dwi always had this effect on you, he always knew what to do or say to make everything okay. He was, and has always been your best friend.

Pulling away, you looked into his eyes, his soft brown eyes as he smiled while cupping your cheeks as he brushed away the tears.

Ji Dwi: It's okay.

Y/n: Don't ever leave me like that again, p...please.

Ji Dwi: I won't...i promise. He replied, as he hugged you again.

Little did you know, Soo Ho saw the entire thing. He knew you and Ji Dwi were best friends, but he didn't know that there was something more. You were his girlfriend, did that mean anything?

To him it meant the world, but to you? Did it mean anything to you? Or were you just using him, to get to Ji Dwi?

Shaking his head, Soo Ho turned to go back to the pediatrician room where he'd be waiting for you.

He sat down, thinking as a million different thoughts ran through his head. As you entered the room, he straightened himself up and smiled as you approached him with some warm water.

Y/n: Soo Ho, could you please take off your shirt? I...i need to clean it.

Soo Ho nodded, as he took off the shirt. The wound was clear to see, and it looked like it hurt a lot. Swallowing you took some medicine and applied it to the wound, causing Soo Ho to grunt of the pain.

Y/n: Sorry. Are you okay? You questioned, as you wrapped up his wound.

Soo Ho: Yes. I'll be fine. He answered quick, as he smiled at you.

Y/n: I was so worried about you. You smiled, as you traced his jaw with your hand.

Soo Ho: All I thought about while in that prison, was if I'd ever be able to see your beautiful face again. Seeing you again, was the thing that kept me saine. You kept me alive.

Y/n: I kept you alive? How?

Soo Ho: By waiting for me. He replied, as he took your hands in his.

Soo Ho leaned in, ever so slowly as he brushed some loose hair from your face. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, then he kissed each cheek, moving to your nose where he gave you a small peck on it and from there kissed your lips.

Soo Ho: I care deeply for, y/n. Please, forgive me for being negligent with my life and the others.

Y/n: Soo Ho...i have nothing to forgive. If you are back safe and the others are too, that's all that matters to me. I couldn't want anything more.

Soo Ho: Really? So, we're fine?

Y/n: We're fine. We've barely dated Soo Ho, I believe it's all good still.

Soo Ho: So, we're still in the lovey dovey, enchanted with one another stage?

Y/n: Yes. I believe we are. You replied, as you placed your hand on his cheek.

Soo Ho: I want nothing more than to be here with you. But...

Y/n: But what?

Soo Ho: I can't help thinking...that your heart is not in this. He said, letting gobofbyour hands.

Y/n: What do you mean?

Soo Ho: Y/n...do you in love Ji Dwi? He asked, as he looked into your y/e/c eyes.

Y/n: What? Why are you asking me that?

Soo Ho: I saw how you acted towards him, when we arrived back. It was different...you acted more scared of loosing him then you were for me-

Y/n: Soo Ho-

Soo Ho: Y/n...i don't want to be the second choice. I want to be the first choice, the one that you choose because you love me not for other reasons. I can't be the one that's chosen because it the simple and easy way out. Soo Ho said, as he got up. I won't do it y/n.

Y/n: Wait, Soo Ho...please-

Soo Ho: Y/n, I think we should break up-

Y/n: No...please Soo Ho. You begged, as you grabbed onto his hand. I don't want tot loose you.

Soo Ho: Y/n, do you know what you want? I believe you care for me, and Ji Dwi but you need to take time to think who you want to be with. You can't have us both, or be unhappy with the choice you make. Please, take this time apart to make your decision. I'll be waiting for your answer.

Soo Ho said, as he kissed your forehead. Taking in your scent, a single tear left his eyes as he walked out of the pediatrician room and off to his room where he could rest.

As he left, you stood there dump founded. Completely confused, as to what just happened. You thought that you and Soo Ho were strong, but to your dismay it wasn't what you expected. Yes, you knew he was right about the situation, and you needed to make the right decision but the queen wasn't fond of the idea of the prince soon to be king wanted to choose his own bride.

Ji Dwi already confessed his love to you, so if you chose him you knew he'd still feel the same way about you...right?

Soo Ho, gave you the option to choose again which might not be the best choice for him to have made but he did it to make you happy. You knew that you had to make a decision, the right one, even if it took forever to make it.

One week later

You sat outside by the river, when the guys arrived to wash their clothes. Once Soo Ho saw you, he swirved away and headed into another direction.

Ji Dwi saw this, and came over taking a seat next to you.

Ji Dwi: Trouble in paradise?

Y/n: Sort of. He broke up with me.

Ji Dwi: He what? Why would he do that?

Y/n: To be entirely honest...Ji Dwi...i have feelings for you too.

Ji Dwi: I-

Y/n: Soo Ho knows, I have feelings for you and that's why he left me. Yes it's true, I have feelings for you but j also have for Soo Ho...i need to choose one of you t...thats what he said. But when I do, I need to choose the right one, the one that I'll be happy with for the rest of my life. I want a one love, forever love.

Ji Dwi: Whichever one you choose, I know it'll be the right choice for you y/n. No matter what, or whom you choose I'll still be here...I'll still be your best friend. He said, as he hugged you before getting up and leaving you to think.

Who were you going to choose? Yes, you could have a happy life with Soo Ho, and Ji Dwi but each of them held complications.

#Hwarang imagines #Ji Dwi Rang imagines #Sam Maek Jong imagines #Soo Ho Rang imagines #Moo Myung imagines #Sun Woo Rang imagines #Han Sung Rang imagines #Ban Ryu Rang imagines #Yeo Wool Rang imagines #Dan Se imagines

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zasaka-studio · 3 years ago

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I would like to see two headcanons in a (separate) relationship of yandere yoriichi and yandere michikatsu please :)

Title: 理想的な

(made in heaven)

(Risō-tekina)

Part 1 / 2

This kinda drifted into a one shot... I'm gonna be splitting the two up, this one is Yoriichi’s next is Mitchikatsu's.

Sorry this is practically a one shot- i couldn't help it >:| i love dis sun man

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TW: obsessive behaviors, semi-lucid, stalking, tiny amounts of blood,

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Yoriichi Tsugikuni :

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The first thing you'll know is that he's horrifyingly patient, to the point where you'll never see it coming. Though that doesn't mean he gets irritated at things or people.

He's- distant, you'll probably never really know him as much as he knew you. As for the most of the time he stalks, checks up on you, you're mostly unaware. Which also has been made a favorite pastime for him- just watching you move about. Doing you're daily duties, it's calming. Though he can imagine if he were to be apart of it.

There's also this habit of daydreaming, it's been so long since he felt so warm inside. He can't help but fantasias about if he were your lover from time to time.

He can't get you off of his mind. After the first, and regrettably, the last time you two interacted. He had saved you from a demon. After getting you to safety he had finally got a good look at you. Which took his breath away. He didn't have any words but he doesn't need anything, his heart had already told him.

Your puffy doe eyes, just the right shade of color, soft- scratch less skin so satisfying to hold. You were shaking though. Were you cold perhaps? He was lost in thought as the past events were forgotten about. This was the effect you had on him.

“Sir, are you alright?”

That cute voice of your's, he would give anything to hear everyday. Soft and sweet is how he would describe it. All he did in response was nod his head before you had to leave. Gifting something oh so important to him, it was a simple flower shaped hairpin as a thank you gift. Saying that he could come by if he so desire. But he couldn't- he doesn't want to get even more attached so he stays away. If watching through the windows of your little cottage counted.

He’s hard to pin down if he's delusional, lucid or both. As he doesn't see this as weird, horrible or wrong. It's just a tale of forbidden love to him. Something that he could never get to in fear of losing it. But he also scolds himself for being so selfish, but he can't help but return to the place that makes his heart skip a beat. The only reason why he hasn't ripped himself away from this lifestyle, is because he wants to see you- hear you, just to be content with this. But he cant.

Which causes him to worry constantly if you were alright, if the next time he went by would be his last time seeing you're radiant figure from afar. Twirling the one thing that he holds as a reminder of you.

This soon turns into a crushing longing and loneliness. Sometimes during this period of time he thinks that he should take you're offer. Going to see you in person, finally hearing you're angelic voice up close once more. He can imagine your smile- as bright as it will ever be. Maybe he can even woo you... No- he can't, not after what happened last time. He doesn't want to risk this. But the pot of suppressed feeling's and longing had come to it's boiling point.

And once that hits it peak he feels if he's about to explode if he doesn't see you for an extended period of time, which cane range from an hour to only thirty minutes. He gets anxious, and insatiable. Everything that kept his patients together had shattered, as he desperately tries to fix it- it just gets worse and worse.

Then one fateful day you had to go get some groceries, he fought internally to not March up to you and confess everything, he doesn't know why it's effecting him so much it burns...

But he doesn't even catch himself as he walks along the same path, already making up his mind.

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“ Oh! It's you again- uhh? What would be your name sir?”

You said as you shifted the empty straw basket. Nervously intertwining you're fingers under the basket as you gazed at your mysterious savior. More or so looked up as he was quite a good distance taller then you. It was nice seeing him again, you wondered what he's been doing all this time. It was hard to believe that nine months ago he had saved you from what you have heard as a demon. Still after all of that time- you worried if he was alright. Now this fateful interaction had cleared you of you're worries.

The man had looked down at you, seemingly contemplating you're request. But gave a very calming smile.

“ Yoriichi... ”

He said almost inaudibly, shocked by the smooth yet deep voice you've just now heard. Your face turning an adorable shade of red in response. Making his smile ever so slightly wider. You're just as cute as he remember you were.

“ Oh uhm- Yoriichi correct? I've been wondering if you've been well since you saved me...” fumbling with the loose edges of the basket, feeling as if your question was a bit stupid. As he was walking just fine.

Yoriichi had turned his gaze away from you, in an attempt to hid his reddening face. This is what he's been fantasizing about- a peaceful life like this, just enjoying each other's presence. Smiling at himself as he noticed you're heart rate has increased.

“ I've been doing well. How have you been? ”

He asked despite already knowing the answer.

“I could be doing better” You said as you had finally looked back towards the path you two were on. But there was this odd feeling in the back of your throat, like the day you were almost killed by that demon. But you shove the thought to the back of your mind- because nothing was wrong, so what could be enticing this feeling?

But Yoriichi was looking through his memory, did he miss something? Because from what he's seen you've been doing fine. Shure there was this annoying friend you had that made him want to strangle him. But nothing else could be happening right?

“ why's that? ” Yoriichi asked, and you sighed as you looked towards the forest surrounding your remote home. You don't know why you said that- it's just that, you had to at least tell someone about this. You have a suspension that something or- someone is stalking you. You don't have any proof of this it's just your worried another demon had found your remote home. So asking Yoriichi, the one who's saved you from the exact same thing, would be a good idea.

“I don't know how to say this... But I think I'm being stalked- ive been feeling watched for a while now.” Your voice wavering as you thought of the possiblity of it being yet another demon. You're great full that you've yet again in countered the slayer. “-Im scared that it may happen again...” You continued as you felt the man put his hand on your shoulder.

Flinching at the unexpected contact, looking back into his deep maroon eyes. “ Dont worry, i can stay over to make sure that it's not a demon. Or anything else. ” Yoriichi offered with a soft smile, lying through his teeth. “No no! It's fine! I could just move if it gets worse!” You frantically tried to explain why he didn't need to come over for such a small thing. “Also your a demon slayer! So you probably don't have time for this-”

“ No, if you feel threatened. I want to help, so how long has this been occuring? ” Internally smiling at how well this is going. Feeling a bit relieved that he didn't have to do this himself. Though, he would've done it anyways.

Sighing in defeat, shaking off his hand as you felt a bit bad that you were wasting his time. “Alright, if you insist...” Saying as the two of you finally reached the village. Not many people were out, but Yoriichi seemed to tense. For whatever reason- maybe he didn't like public spaces? “Oh yeah, I'm here to pick up some stuff.” Just remembering why you were out here anyway’s. Looking up at Yoriichi again, “Wanna come with me?...” You gave out your hand. But you were surprised when he immediately took it. “ Sure, I don't have anything... Else to do... ” You were confused at his turn in tone. Was he- nervous.

Then you tried to move further into the village. But you were stopped, jerked a bit by Yoriichi- you just realized that he's still holding your hand. Tighter then before. “Hey, are you okay? Uh your holding a bit tight there...”

But Yoriichi was a bit out of it. Your skin is so so soft.

Softer then he's fantasied it to be. Forgetting that you had to do something, but you're voice snapped him out of his trance. “Hey! I asked if you were alright?” Your worried expression was also cute. “ Oh... Sorry I was lost in thought... ”

More or so he was mesmerized by you- but you've never noticed...

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This was the spark that caused him to go from mild- to moderate obsession to a full on infatuation. That his heart when you asked him if he was alright skyrocketed. After the trip, and coming back to your cottage. Seeing you so happy as you prepared a dinner for the both of you made all sense fly out of his thoughts.

It was ment to be, all his tragedies and losses. It led him to you.

Just being around you made his mind muddle, something that has never happened in his whole life- he's not gonna distance himself anymore. Because he's Shure that you're where he's ment to be. To settle down with, and maybe have kids.

Also if you haven't noticed he's become more delusional, though he still knows what he's doing- he just doesn't care.

Since he's here, no better way to confess then now? Isn't it?

This can go one of two ways, either you decline or accept his confession. Let's go with the one where you don't accept his feelings.

He'd probably not know how to process this- normally that is. He would probably just be extremely calm with it. His visible expression not changing at all. But he's just processing this through his diluted mind. He can't understand why- so he probably miss heard you. Though this doesn't make any sense he tries to make a reason why you said that. It could be stress, someone else, or it's that he didn't say it clearly.

Though he'd never blame you directly, your just too stupid to actually understand yourself because that's why he's here.

Accept when after only three days you ask him to... Leave?

Oh no no no no no no no no no.. no!

He didn't even realize when he knocked you out, and put you on an extra futon on the ground of your and his living room. You've always been so calming to look at while asleep.

But he understands your panic when you wake up with him sitting over you. That it's almost- is impossible to leave because he'd always fallow or find you in a matter of seconds. Trapped in a home with him for all eternity, because he's never gonna let you go now.

He's waited long enough

He's doing this-

all because he loves you...

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Sorry this took so long-

#yandere demon slayer #dark themes #demon slayer angst #yandere core #yandere kny x reader #yandere x reader #yandere aesthetic #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere yoriichi x reader #yandere yoriichi #yandere mitchikatsu #yandere michikatsu x reader

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pwrluvr · 3 years ago

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Hey! Could you write an angst story with Sang woo, where you've both been hooking up for a while until you decide you want to be with him officially, and he tries to push you away because he doesn't want the burden of his mistakes and debts to be on you too, so he lies and says he never loved you?

Meaningless

Cho Sang-woo x reader

x Gn!reader, angst

they/them pronouns

Faint snoring filled the room as you lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. You knew this ceiling well, you've been seeing it a lot lately, ever since your fling with Cho Sang-woo started. You bit your cheek anxiously, looking at the man beside you. You've slowly grown attached this ceiling, it brought you comfort, you wanted to stare at it until the morning comes. You wanted to see what it looks like illuminated by the sun, not hidden in the darkness of the night.

You slowly sat up, grabbing all of the clothes that have been scattered on the floor and slipping back into them. This part was always very painful, laced with shame and sadness. You wanted to stay, you wanted to lie back down and stare at the ceiling that made you feel so warm, you wanted to stay with Sang-woo.

You looked at the clock ticking on the wall, it was 5:30. Sang-woo has to wake up soon. You took one last look at him, this was never supposed to happen, you promised each other this didn't mean anything, and yet you fell for him anyway.

You know, perhaps he felt the same way, there was still a hint of hope in you. After-all, he clearly found you at least physically attractive, and you've been friends for a while so you hoped he loved you at least platonically. You didn't know if confessing that you want something more would be foolish, you didn't want to lose the connection you already had, in case he rejected you, but you knew you couldn't go on like this forever.

You'd decided that telling him would be the best option. It made sense, logically, it would just cause you more pain to continue this, you'd have to stop sooner or later. You've been mustering up the courage to tell him for a while now. You wanted to tell him tonight, yet here you were, with your underwear from the previous night in your bag, walking out of Sang-woo's apartment at 5 in the morning, same old routine.

Tonight was a little different though, it might've been just wishful thinking, but you really felt like you've both developed something deeper. You hoped he didn't keep his end of the promise either.

A few days had past since you've seen each other, which was relatively normal. Sang-woo was a busy man, you knew that, yet, you still found yourself missing him, longing for his touch. This was really bad. Feeling brave, you decided to call him. It was unusual for you to make the first move, usually feeling too shy, not wanting to seem clingy, maybe. To your surprise, Sang-woo answered very quickly.

"Er, hello." A smooth voice rang from the other side of the line. Almost immediately all the courage you previously had, had vanished.

"Hi, Sang-woo, I hope you're not busy, I wouldn't want to distrub you." You smiled politely, as if he could see you through the phone. "I was just wondering if you wanted to invite you for a drink tonight? I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Sure, why not." He stopped for a moment, you could hear a lighter flicking in the background. "I can come over at around 8, is that alright?"

"Perfect, okay, I'll see you at 8." You said your goodbyes and hung up. You've known this man for years and he still gave you butterflies, must've been the newly developed feelings.

You were planning to tell him you want things to get serious tonight. You've imagined pretty much every scenario possible, preparing yourself for the worst. You pretty much knew what you were going to say, word-for-word, you've even written it down. You didn't want to mess up, say something wrong or weird him out, so you tried to prepare to the best of your abilities. Was this overkill? Perhaps, but it helped you soothe your anxiety.

He arrived at 8pm sharp, just as he promised, he was always good with time managment. He wasn't in his car, your apartments were within walking distance of each other, but he couldn't drive home drunk anyway. You didn't want to have that conversation sober, you needed to be at least a little bit under the influence, I guess that's why people call alcohol 'liquid courage'.

You opened the door for him, letting him in while you went to get some wine glasses from the kitchen. You were glad to finally see him, when you were with him was pretty much the only time you felt truly happy and at peace, you wished to spend more time together, not just occasionally when you both needed to let off some steam, you wanted real emotional intimacy.

"You look great tonight." He smiled, taking off his jacket. You smiled, pouring both of you a generous amount of red wine. He walked over into the living room and wrapped his hands around your waist as you were setting the bottle down, making you jump a little.

"Sang-woo, I was holding a glass bottle." You laughed, turning around with the two glasses in your hand, handing one to Sang-woo. He gladly took it, taking a sip.

"You know, we're rarely ever at your place." He said, looking around. "Yeah, I guess you're right." He set the glass down and sat down on your couch. "Well, I have a free day tomorrow, so I don't have to rush home tonight." He chuckled.

You made yourself comfortable next to him. "Great, we can take our time." You joked, taking another sip from your glass, hoping the alcohol will soothe your nerves.

"Oh, you said you wanted to talk to me about something, it sounded important." He said raising his eyebrows. You took a sharp breath and set your glass down. "About that," you paused, looking to the side, "I just wanted to ask..." You anxiously picked on the skin on your fingers as you tried to remember the way you were planning to tell him.

"I know we promised each other that this will be just a meaningless friends with benefits situation, but... If I'm being honest, I don't want that anymore." Your palms were sweating as you tried to appear collected and maintain eye conact.

"What do you mean?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "I want us to get serious." you simply said, your neck and cheeks heating up. He, however, looked shocked. He looked down, thinking for a moment. He didn't want it to come to this, but he knew he had to reject you. He hated himself right now, this was his own fault, if he hadn't gotten into this mess, he wouldn't have to reject you right now.

Truthfully, he's developed feelings for you too, he couldn't deny it, but he just couldn't let you in to his wreck of a fucking life. He owed some serious money to some sketchy people, and if that wasn't enough, he was under investigation for fraud. He loved you too much to endanger you like that, he was too far gone, the best thing for you would be him leaving your life completely. He had to let you go. He had to make you hate him, for your own good.

"Look, I'm sorry, but we can't..." He said, looking you in the eyes. "No, I'm sorry, this was stupid, just... pretend I never said this." You said, embarassed, putting your hands on your cheeks.

"I don't know. I'm sorry, but it would be cruel to you to keep this going." He said softly, swallowing a lump in his throat. "What?" You felt your eyes start to sting, on the verge of tearing up. You knew this was a possibility, but this felt so abrupt. "No, please, I'll be fine."

"We can't, I'm sorry. I should go." He said, looking away, trying to hold himself together. He got up, fixing his shirt. "Are we still friends?" You asked, the corners of your mouth twisting downwards as you were trying to fight back tears. "No." He said in a monotone voice, trying his hardest not to look at your crying face.

"How can you end this so quickly? Didn't this mean anything to you?" You got up and turned towards him as he was walking towards the door. "I love you." He shuts his eyes, still facing away from you as he slipped his shoes on. "You're telling me after all this, after years of being friends, you don't feel anything? This was all just meaningless sex to you?"

He took his jacket off your hanger, and finally faced you as you stood there with hot tears streaming down your cheeks. "No, I never loved you." He said, looking you straight in the eyes with his signature poker face. His words felt like a stab in the gut, your face contorting with shock and sorrow as you watched him exit out of your apartment, never to be seen again.

#cho sangwoo x reader #cho sangwoo #cho sang woo #cho sang woo x reader #squid game x reader #squid game

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plus-size-reader · 4 years ago

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Creep pt.2

Victor Criss x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2424 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Victor finally gets the date he was so desperate for

Part 1

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He’d figured it out.

It took him all week, and he’d nearly burst a blood vessel while trying to figure out what it was he wanted to do, but Victor knew now.

You specified that you wanted him to take you to dinner. That was what you wanted if you were going to believe that he had feelings for you, and he definitely did.

So, all he had to do was figure out was where to take a girl like you, a girl he really liked, without his friends ever finding out that the dinner date happened.

It was a tall order, but after all this time, he had an idea.

All he had to do was make sure that the guys were busy, and he would be free to take you anywhere he wanted. Then, as far as wooing you went, he already had a whole dinner date set up in the form of a picnic in the quarry.

There weren’t a lot of first date level restaurants around here that were any good, and the ones that were around, he certainly couldn’t afford or wasn’t allowed back into.

Most of the business owners in Derry were wary of the Bower’s gang, and they had been banned from most of the fancier establishments.

Hell, even the milkshake bar on the other side of town had threatened to have them arrested if they ever went back. Though, he sort of understood where they were coming from, after Henry spray painted some really obscene things on the side of their building.

Victor just hoped the saying was right, and the thought behind his evening with you would be enough to show you just how much you meant to him because the picnic he’d planned was pretty extensive.

He had gone out and picked up everything you could have wanted, aside from the burgers he was going to pick up right before picking you up at your house, so they wouldn’t get cold.

He had a blanket that he could spread out over the edge of the rock quarry, looking down over the water, and he even got these tiny little cakes from the bakery down the street that he figured you’d like.

Girls liked those kinds of things, he’d asked Belch.

All in all, it was shaping up to be a pretty good date. The only thing Vic still had to do was figure out how to get the guys out of his hair for the night.

The worst thing he could possibly imagine happening would be Henry, Patrick, and to a lesser extent Belch, crashing your picnic and ruining his chances with you completely.

The blonde was already well aware that he was on thin ice with you, which was why this probationary date had to go well. He wanted to show you that he was capable of this.

That he was more than just some thug who made fun of pretty girls for their extra weight and relationship status, two things Henry went pretty hard at you for.

Henry and Patrick both liked to comment on how you would never have a boyfriend because of your size, and how you would probably die a virgin cause nobody would hit that.

In fact, there were very few things about you that the more alpha of his friends wouldn’t torment you for, something that, the more he thought about it, made Victor upset.

You had a point that day in the hall.

He had never really said anything nasty about you to your face, but he hadn’t stopped them from doing it either. He just stood back and let his friends treat you like the dirt beneath their boots.

It was hardly the foundation for a functional relationship, but he wanted to try. For now, all he could do was hope that he’d planned such an amazing date that it would make up for all those terrible things.

Thankfully, before Victor could further drive himself crazy, his three best, and only, friends came around the corner and made a B-line for him. This was it, if this went well, he would be home free for his date tonight.

...But if it didn’t, he had no idea how he was going to explain it to you.

There was no way you would give him a second chance if he cancelled your date to spend the night riding around in Belch’s Trans Am, listening to hair metal.

It had to happen tonight.

“Where have you been?” Belch asked, the only one of the three to even address him once they’d made it to his side.

Henry and Patrick continued to talk about whatever it was that had them so enthralled.

It wasn’t new, and didn’t even really bother Vic, but it was something he had never realized before. They didn’t even really seem to care if he was there or not, which he never would have noticed before talking to you.

Somehow you had managed to turn everything Victor knew upside down and he wasn't sure that he liked it. He wasn’t blind to the fact that his friends weren’t the best people before, but it had never hurt him to be around them.

They were the only friends he had, even if they weren’t the greatest guys of all time.

They were what he had.

“I had to run a few errands, no big deal” the blonde shrugged, hoping he’d done a good enough job at hiding his true intentions so that Belch wouldn’t ask any questions.

He wouldn’t have any answers for him if he did.

This whole thing was new to Vic, who had never really liked a girl this much in the first place, but he was doing what he thought would work. Lying, thankfully, wasn’t new to him.

At the very least, he could rely on his quick wit and the fact that two of the three of his friends couldn’t have been more oblivious to what he was doing and the third wasn’t the brightest to begin with.

It was starting to look like his little scheme would actually work.

Belch didn’t pry any further, something that Victor was glad for, and before it could get any more awkward or he gave himself a stroke, he asked what he’d been trying to ask for days, but didn’t have the nerve to.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight?”

He tried to make it as nonchalant and casual as he could, as if he was just inquiring about the plans he knew they had indefinitely.

Even if the four of them were just going to walk around Henry’s property, or terrorize kids in the park, they always did something together. It wasn’t the sort of question that should have roused any suspicion.

Still, Vic couldn’t help but feel like his entire plot was unraveling at the seams and it was only a matter of time before the gang found out what he was doing and slaughtered him.

It wouldn't go over well. “Nothing, I gotta take care of some things for my pop, so you three girls are on your own” Henry shrugged, not offering any more explanation than that. Whatever it was, if Butch was involved, they knew not to press it.

Though, Victor already felt a little better knowing that Henry wouldn’t be skulking around, potentially finding the two of you in the woods.

Henry already had it out for you more than anyone else because of that time he asked you to see a movie with him and you said no. That rejection had really stuck a bur in his side, and it surely had something to do with his cruelty toward you now.

He wasn’t used to hearing no, after all.

Patrick and Belch had other plans too, it seemed, not really interested in hanging out with any of the others of them without Henry. If it wasn’t the whole gang, it was weird for them.

So, it seemed like Victor was in the clear.

All he had to do now was show you the time of your life and hope that you actually gave him a chance. A girl like you should have never even agreed to go out with him in the first place, so he wasn’t going to ruin it.

You deserved the best, and he was doing all he could to provide it.

Vic was sure he’d never been this nervous in his entire life.

Before now, he’d been so preoccupied worrying about the threat of the gang finding out what he was doing, or you changing your mind and rejecting him that he hadn’t given any thought at all to how this would feel.

Waiting for you to get here was going to kill him.

All Victor could think about was whether or not you were coming, or if something had happened to you on the way here. Maybe you decided that this wasn’t a good idea and were staying home, or worse, maybe you had another date.

Whatever it was, it was taking you way too long to get here and every second that passed by, he was sure you weren’t going to show.

You had stopped him in the hallway after the last bell rang, signalling the end of the day, and told him that you would meet him in the Quarry, because he didn’t drive, which didn’t seem like that big of a deal at first.

No good first date had even begun by walking awkwardly in silence through the woods, and it was smart to meet up for the more romantic parts of the evening. However, now that it was here, Vic had to wonder if it was all some clever ploy to leave him in the quarry alone.

It seemed cruel, but after everything he and the guys had done to you, it would be a lie to say that he didn’t deserve it.

He couldn’t have blamed you if you hated him.

Thankfully though, as the sun began creeping down and the air cooled that much more under the waterfront’s influence, you came walking up the path.

You had to admit that when he first suggested coming to the Quarry this late in the evening, you weren’t sure. It still seemed like this whole thing could be some joke, or something put on by Henry to humiliate you.

After all, Victor was the most unassuming of the four of them and if you were going to agree to go out with any of the Bower’s gang, it would have been him.

You just weren’t sure how to feel.

...but you were relieved to see Victor, right where he said he’d been, sitting on a beach towel or something.

It didn’t seem like a set up for a prank, but you weren’t fully convinced until you reached his side and saw the huge set up he’d spread out for you, right on the edge of the cliff.

You were far enough back to avoid falling off or dropping anything into the water below but close enough to see how pretty it was up here. You had never been here before, which had only solidified Victor’s plans to bring you.

The quarry was one of the only things in Derry that was worth seeing, and the fact that you’d lived here this long and still hadn’t come up here was blasphemous to him.

“Hey, I was getting worried you wouldn’t come” Vic called, the first to speak between the two of you. He did his best to play it off like a joke but it seemed like you knew how nervous he was.

Of course you did.

You were nervous to do this too.

Putting yourself out there wasn’t really something you did often or were good at, and you felt like you had taken a huge risk in agreeing to do this with him. However, as far as dates went, this really was worth the risk.

No one had ever gone through so much trouble just to impress you.

“You get stood up often?” you teased, sitting down on the spot across from him which you assumed was meant for you. It would have been sort of strange if he was waiting on someone else too.

It was a joke of course, but what you didn’t know was that he had. In general, Vic didn’t date too often just because he didn’t have a great history with this sort of thing.

He wasn’t exactly a ladies man after all.

“Sometimes” he shrugged, hoping that wouldn’t scare you off. It was much more honest than he was used to being, with anyone, but for some reason, you brought it out of him.

The two of you seemed to bring something different out of each other and as strange as it was for both of you, it was nice.

Victor, for one, felt like he could be who he was around you. It didn’t matter how vulnerable or goofy he wanted to be, there wasn’t going to be any awful consequences like there would be with the gang.

You didn’t seem to care if he wanted to be a geek.

“That’s okay. Me too” you shrugged, grabbing one of the cans of soda he offered you.

Your admission made him laugh, of course, because he assumed that you were joking, but after a few seconds of silence, he realized just how wrong he’d been.

You were completely serious, but that didn’t make any sense to him. You were beautiful and the fact that you had been stood up on a date didn’t compute for him.

Who in their right mind would have skipped out on a date with you? Victor certainly wouldn’t have, even considering how difficult you had made getting here for him.

“Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad they were so stupid because now you’re here with me” he sighed, doing his best to keep from looking you in the face after saying something like that but you were happy he had.

That was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said to you and as shocked as you were that he was the one saying it, you weren’t going to argue.

“I’m glad too. You’re surprisingly sweet, Vic” you allowed, taking a sip of your drink without much more between the two of you. This was hardly where you saw the evening going, but it was for the better.

Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

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blossom-hwa · 3 years ago

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so I joined an ateez collab yesterday and was yelling to mai about a possible elemental kingdom au kind of like avatar but also not really anyway it doesn’t fucking matter mai was yelling back and now we have this. you have been warned

(I have bigger plans for seonghwa mostly because he’s the one I'm writing for this collab.............. seonghwa brainrot commence)

tagging: @applejongho @mangomingki @wingkkun because all of you need to see this SUFFER

anyway without further ado

ATEEZ ELEMENTAL KINGDOM AU OR WHATEVER IDK WHAT TO CALL THIS

tw: cursing

seonghwa

magma prince, born of an earth/water dalliance gone too far :/

lives in the water but is an outcast, so he’s forced to live on his own by the underwater volcanoes except when he has to come to the palace for ceremonies and such

doesn’t really manipulate water specifically but can control magma hence why I'm calling him a magma prince

he’s a prince because his mom was ocean royalty, anyway she disowned him so we don’t really care about her (fuck everyone who made seonghwa feel like an outcast :/)

has scales on parts of his body like the rest of the ocean dwellers because they descended from sea serpents, his range from black to deep royal blue which INFURIATES the court because those colors are the purest meant for ROYALTY like even his mom’s scales aren’t as deep/pure as seonghwa’s so ha in your FACE

except seonghwa isn’t a fan of the scales because it just makes him feel even more like he doesn’t belong in his own skin :///

friends with fire prince hongjoong and ocean prince san, both of whom are some of the few who treat seonghwa like an actual person and not just an outcast :/

takes very good care of the animals who live around the volcanic vents! a lot of the other ocean dwellers are scared of them because they look so different but seonghwa knows what it’s like to be an outcast so he keeps his little area as clean and welcoming as possible :)

it gets lonely around the volcanoes but honestly seonghwa prefers that over when he has to be at court for ceremonies n stuff. like yeah there might be water snakes around his place but they’re nothing compared to the snakes in the palace badum tss

hongjoong

fire prince of the dragon clan

there are two clans of the fire kingdom, one descended from dragons and the other descended from phoenixes, and they’re Rivals

dragon clan is allied with the ocean dwellers since sea serpents are related to dragons, phoenix clan is allied with the air dwellers because they all can fly n stuff

but anyway more on phoenix stuff in mingi’s part

has scales too, though his are more on the neck while seonghwa’s around around his ribs/waist, also they’re bright red/orange not blue

can produce and control dragon fire, which is destructive and primarily used for offense, so hongjoong’s been trained for an early age how to use it for max power/destruction

meets seonghwa on one of the few times hwa comes to the surface to chill in the sun and he’d just accidentally set fire to a small part of the beach and when he sees hwa he’s like HELP ME PUT THIS OUT

except hwa can’t control water he can only do magma so. yeah

san was nearby though and helped deal with it and later joong was like what the fuck kind of ocean dweller can’t control water and seonghwa was like. I'm half you dickwad

obviously they become friends after that. if they didn’t I'd give you permission to slap my face

but also after that hongjoong learns to keep a much tighter rein on his powers, like yes he’s being trained for destruction but he has masterful control over his abilities

could be considered a fire prodigy in all honesty

yunho

earth boy!! very powerful earth bender

can definitely do a lot of destruction with his powers but prefers to help things grow instead! talks to his garden and swears up and down that his plants grow bigger and taller when he does

good friends with both mingi of the phoenix clan and hongjoong of the dragon clan

earth dwellers aren’t allied with any side of the fire rivalry so they serve as the arbiters/judges when disputes come into place which is fair because earth is solid and stable and just (most of the time)

which is why yunho is able to balance this sort of friendship between the two boys :) does NOT meet with them together though that would be a recipe for disaster (not necessarily because of hongjoong/mingi themselves, they know how to behave, but the neurotic clan elders would throw a hissy fit)

runs a small restaurant in the capital that mostly caters to the working class, people always ask why yunho doesn’t try to do “more” with himself, that he’s wasted potential running a restaurant when he could potentially be a general or something in the army because of his earth bending prowess

but yunho doesn’t care, he’s happy where he is and he develops his bending as a way to protect and help himself and others, and from his friendship with hongjoong/mingi he’s pretty sure he wants to avoid clashing with earth royalty at all costs ksjndksjh

yeosang

air prince :) also he’s blond in this au you can’t change my mind

not particularly one of the strongest benders, but he’s very intelligent and wise which people value a little less than they should but yeosang doesn’t really care, he’s just going with it

imagine! yeosang in flows white robes!! floating on the wind!!!

yes air dwellers can fly sobs because they control the wind

and while yeosang isn’t necessarily the greatest at using his powers for fighting or whatever, he’s very good at flying and has a lot of fun with it along with air noble wooyoung

best friends with wooyoung by the way, no one really gets it because yeosang is quieter and doesn’t yell as much while wooyoung is the definition of Chaos

but wooyoung brings out the rowdy side in yeosang and their screams/yells echo in the air when they get together

a little wary of wooyoung’s friendship with san mostly because he’s a prince and understands the consequences of wooyoung, an air noble, being friends with the allies of their supposed enemy (water is allied with the dragon clan)

(maybe he’s a little jealous too)

but in the end it’s always still woo + yeosang against the world, floating in the sky and doing what they can for their people <3

san

WATER PRINCE WATER PRINCE WATER PRINCE

he’s actually the reason I birthed this au I couldn’t get ocean prince san out of my mind

flowy clothes and a crown of shells and pearls! likes shiny things and will trade with earth dweller merchants for new bits of crystal and jewelry!! tell me he isn’t a dream!!!

one of the beloved princes of the ocean, honestly probably the most loved because he’s so smiley and handsome and all around a very good boy until it’s his turn to perform the ceremonial dances and he turns into a demon

the brightest blue scales run up from his waist to his ribs, another one of the purest colors of royalty

uses his status to get away with being friends with seonghwa (aka people won’t yell at him if it’s obvious he disappeared for a while to the volcanic vents) but keeps their friendship kind of under wraps because hwa is afraid of retaliation when he has to visit the court :/

truly does not give a shit about hwa being half earth, if anything kind of envies it because he’s always curious to explore the volcanic trenches but as a normal ocean dweller the heat would be too much for him if he stayed too long

kinda scared of the animals near the trenches but he warms up to them after some periodic visits

friends with air noble wooyoung! even though it’s kind of (?) breaking alliances but neither of them really cares because they’re so much fun together :D

mingi

phoenix nobility, not quite a prince but close

phoenix fire has defensive and healing properties, so it can’t actually burn people but it can heal and protect from dragon fire/regular fire!

mingi is well-versed in the art of healing even though he’s a little clumsy sometimes :/ luckily phoenix fire doesn’t burn or there’d be major issues skjnsdkjh

can fly! phoenix descendants have a limited ability to fly, not as much as the air dwellers who can literally control the wind to help them, but it’s often enough to get them out of tight spots

only problem is mingi doesn’t like to fly very much skjndgjhn heights kinda suck

but when he does it’s fucking majestic, these orange flaming wings extending from his arms that clash beautifully with his red/orange hair

imagine seeing it at sunset oh my god that’s a dream

the phoenix and dragon clans are in negotiation with each other most of the time because ~hostilities~ but mingi doesn’t often participate in the direct talking because he’s better at working behind the scenes

ridiculously smart and likes to debate with yunho over things because seeing issues from a neutral perspective is very helpful and something mingi doesn’t think people do enough

what he’d really love to do is talk to hongjoong because an opposite perspective would be even better, but people don’t like that happening :/

secretly admires dragon fire because it’s so cool how dragon descendants can control so much destructive power with such ease

(he doesn’t know it but hongjoong admires phoenix fire just as much because god damn sometimes he wishes he was born to heal rather than destroy)

wooyoung

air noble!!!!! bitch if you thought I was making this man ANYTHING but an air dweller you do not know me

likes to watch the sunrise from his vantage point in the mountains :) sometimes wakes yeosang up to watch with him but only when he’s certain yeo won’t cut off a limb if he does skndjsgh

if yeosang is like the soft sea breeze against your face in the summer, wooyoung is the biting, almost playful nip of wind against your nose and cheeks in the winter

very playful! loves to make collect friends!!

can play the flute and absolutely 100% uses it to annoy said friends

you can often hear his screeching laughter and the yells of yeosang + others bouncing off the mountains skjdnsgk

is always on duty for patrolling the mountains because he’s one of the best at flying, but it’s fine because wooyoung enjoys being able to make his rounds and talk to people along the way

sometimes gets a little sidetracked with talking (and maybe eating the food people sometimes give him) but wooyoung is a lovable person no one can get mad at him for too long (which is a problem because he knows it)

thinks the rivalries between elements is dumb af, is literally friends with ocean prince san and earth dwellers 2ho and would like to make friends with mingi (yunho has mentioned him before) if he could just stop being in twenty places all at once

(mingi’s a busy guy wooyoung give him a break)

almost lost his shit when san told him he knew a magma controller, but hasn’t met seonghwa yet because hwa is shy and not very open to strangers

anyway I just think wooyoung air noble who has a personal mission to make as many inter-elemental friends as possible. shrugs

jongho

IF YOU TRY AND TELL ME THIS BOY ISN’T EARTH I WILL CLOCK YOU

earth boy and a prodigy at that! his bending is more advanced than some people twice his age

originally got stuck in training for the army because his bending was just that good, however he really hated having to use his powers solely for fighting so he left and became a blacksmith instead

why a blacksmith? here’s a secret

jongho can metalbend

which is why he sort of has this very good touch with metals and which types to use with which sorts of crafts

in very high demand for weapons like swords and such, but also makes jewelry and toys and pots and pans for regular day to day life

he also gets the “wasted potential” thing that yunho deals with a lot, but jongho has thick skin and those sorts of comments roll of his (broad) shoulders very quickly

LOATHES IT when generals and officials come to him with commissions and expect them to be done first and foremost like jongho doesn’t have around ten other projects hanging out in the background, but he just has to receive them with a smile

(maybe leaves a tiny unnoticeable dent in a general’s sword or something bc even if it’s unnoticeable, jongho knows it’s there and there’s some satisfaction in that)

friends with air noble wooyoung mostly because he is able to deal with woo’s bs, air prince yeosang is always asking for tips

meets yunho through wooyoung and 2ho strike up a nice friendship!

really just jongho stronk boy who can move the earth and will not hesitate to cause a subtle earthquake if some official gets uppity with him <3

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staydandy · 2 years ago

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Hwarang (2016) - 화랑 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : The names of just a few Hwarangs are recorded in history. Not many people these days truly know about Hwarangs. How did they start? How did beautiful looking young men become at the center of unifying old Korea's Three Kingdoms? To these countless questions, we look forward to finding the answers. Let's imagine how life must have been for young people of Silla back in the 6th century. Let us tell you a story about their friendships and love. (MDL) AKA : Flowering Knights | Flower Knights: The Beginning | The Beautiful Knights | Hwarang: The Beginning | Hwarang: The Poet Warrior Youth

Whumpee : Moo Myung / Sun Woo Rang played by Park Seo Joon

Country : 🇰🇷 South Korea Genres : Action, Historical, Comedy, Romance, Bromance

Notes : This is a Partial List - I didn't list every bit of whump, just what caught my attention the most

Episodes on List : 1 Total Episodes : 20

*Spoilers below*

11 : Moo Myung falls sick ... shot with an arrow

More Whump Lists for this show: WhumpetyWhump

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isolaradiale · 3 years ago

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The small 'ahem' and the dimming lights brought the attention of the closing party back on the podium. On it was Janus, looking a great deal better than he was a few minutes ago (when he was practicing his closing speech on a statue when he thought nobody was looking.) On the stage, he took a deep breath and brightened as everyone turned in their formal evening attire.

"Thank you all for coming to the Closing Party. It's been a pretty busy week, and all of you have made such beautiful and wonderous pieces of art. I'm overjoyed that they're on display tonight, and I thought there wasn't any way to view all of them in the span of a couple hours. So this last night of the museum will be going on until the sun rises again. You don't have to stay the entire time, but--"

"Well, sure they do!"

The interjection startled the AI at the podium, and he jumped a few feet from his spot. The chipper voice started again as one of the other statues on the stage moved, revealing the form of a marble-sculpted woman covered in holographic stickers.

"After all, each and every one of you put in so much effort into bringing your imaginations and inspirations to life, haven't you? So we thought we might return the favor, that's all. And you're all invited!"

Punctuating her statement was the sound of the large wooden doors, now slamming shut inward with a reverberating BOOM that bounced off all the halls of the lobby, even from the auditorium.

"I hope you all put everything into your masterpieces! Because your masterpieces will put everything into annihilating all of you~"

With another delighted laugh, the lights in the auditorium shut off, leaving everyone with only the light of their phones and watches. And as the murmurs began and hands reached for other hands in the dark, there was another THUNK near the wall as a framed portrait fell off its anchor. From its canvas, it began to look at the crowd, eyes now glowing in the light of everyone's flashlights. One hand crawled out of the frame, then another. Nails sank into the floor with terrifying ease as the subject of the portrait pulled themselves from its frame, marble cracking at its fingertips.

The next sound was a scream, and the sound of a woman falling onto the floor as the portrait pulled at her ankles. And then another. And another still as the frames began to move off the walls en masse, attacking anyone unlucky enough to be in their sights. There was a panic in the auditorium as people tried to flee and fight, falling over each other to escape the room

But it seemed that no matter where anyone chose to run to, or where they thought to hide, there was always something in the shadows.

Waiting.

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Welcome to Part Two of the event!

As stated, the artwork in the Tempus Museum has come to life--literally, in this case. You've been challenged to survive until the next sunrise. To do so, you must evade, capture or destroy the horrific objects that have come to life.

Most of the artwork in the museum is hostile, and will attempt to un-alive your characters as best they can.

These generic museum monsters can be found everywhere wandering around, but are more common in areas they originated from:

Subjects and people in paintings will crawl out of their canvases to chase and eliminate anything they see moving. Their sharp nails can pierce through marble, so flesh and bone is probably nothing to them. Humanoids are not exclusive to this class of monster--painted animals, creatures and other things will also hop out of paintings to come after your muse. You can capture a painting monster by smacking it with a canvas, or destroy it with paint thinner (or water, if it's a watercolor)

Framed sketches will behave similarly to the painting monsters, and will leave lots of thin scratches as opposed to big ones. Capture them with paper, or destroy them by rubbing them with an eraser.

Statues of any material will chase your characters and attempt to injure them with their fists (or if they were holding a weapon, they'll use that weapon). Catch them by making them run back to their plaques, stands and pedestals, or destroy using a hammer and chisel.

The Parlor Dolls have now, unfortunately, all grown sharp teeth. They've all taken on ghastly appearances, and if they swarm around you, it might as well be the end of you. You can capture a doll by chasing it back into a display case, or destroy it by carefully ripping their seams.

Dancing Dresses in the painted ballroom will beckon people to dance with them, and will attempt to catch people in the folds of their fabric to immobilize them. They're not lethal on their own, but they'll hold your muse in place for something more dangerous to come along. Capture them by hitting them with a dress form, or destroy them by ripping their seams OR cutting them with scissors. - NOTE: Characters who bowed and danced with any of the ghostly gowns at the Gala XY will not harm the people who danced with them, and will instead, keep dancing.

Decorated Weapons made in the forge will take a life of their own and will seemingly float around, looking for battle. Sometimes they'll team up with Statues, making them especially deadly companions. Capture them by hitting them with a weapon rack, or destroy them with a hammer or any significant heat source.

Baked Goods and Pastries made in the culinary courtyard will not get up on their own, but a good many of them have become poisoned. The severity and potency of the poisons varies, with side effects ranging from an upset stomach to a sudden case of death. They don't move, so you don't have to capture them, but... maybe don't eat them, no matter how good they may smell and look.

Paintings on the street have come to life, making hazards of their own outside of the museum. Street-painted landscapes have become very tangibly real, as well as anything sprayed on the walls. If there was ever a time to regret the giant mural you painted on the side of a building as it crawls from its spot to squash you like a bug, now's the time. You can destroy these with water.

Landscapes will attempt to draw your muse into their world, sealing them in their frames. Your muse will be helpless to do much other than look through the painting like a window. The only means of escape is to have someone else drag you out of the landscape!

In addition to these generic museum hazards, there are a few specific hazards depending on how your muse behaved in Part 1 of the event:

If your muse created something with love, adoration, feelings of happiness, or any other intensely positive emotions, it may help them instead of hinder them. This can be anything from alerting them of danger to protecting them.

Your muse's own creations may attack them, too, aside from the generic monsters in the museum.

If your muse stole any artwork from the museum, it will hunt them down with special vitriol and hostility, and will stop at nothing to destroy your muse.

Similarly, if your muse attempted to destroy any of the artwork in the museum, it's going to target them specifically and attempt to return the favor.

Any art your muse made as a gift to others will either hurt OR help them, depending on individual mun preference.

Have fun! :)

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Frequently Asked Questions

"How long will Part 2 of the event last?"

The event will run until 00:00, June 18th

"Are the optimized tools still here?"

Shockingly, yes! And so are the regular tools, too. How you use them to survive is up to you, but building a door might be the fastest way. However, be warned that drawing a door on a wall has just as big of a chance of sending your muse to a different random room than it does outside the museum.

"Can we still do Part 1 threads?"

Yes! If you would like to keep your Canvas experience monster-free, you can continue making Part 1 starters until the end of the event.

"What about the art my muse took home?"

It has also come to life! So while the museum is certainly dangerous, there are random statues, paintings, dolls and other monsters roaming around OUTSIDE the museum, too.

"Can we destroy the paintings NOW?"

Unfortunately, they're just as invulnerable as they were before. Bummer, huh? Unless they're hit with their specific weakness, the monsters are invulnerable to attacks that damage them. (However, they can still be hindered by traps, and while strong attacks won't destroy them, they'll knock them out of the way!)

"Can we interact with Capella or Janus?"

Poor Janus is trying to put all the artwork back where it belongs by capturing them. He's in no danger for this, as the art in the museum will not attack their curator. Interacting with Capella the Statue might bring the wrath of her giant cat out to you, so. You've been warned!

"What if my muse saw something from their own world in a painting or a statue?"

That's incredibly unfortunate--those might be hostile too, and are subject to the rules that follow the other genuine painting monsters (meaning that the portrait of that character will not have any of their original powers or abilities.)

Whether the subject of the art your muse is familiar with will help or hinder them is up to mun discretion.

"Can't we just bust down the museum and escape?"

And destroy the biggest piece of art in the area?! (No, they won't budge. You'll have to draw your way out if you want to escape, either through a door or some kind of tunnel or something.)

"When will the sun rise?"

Not for 24 hours in-character (though the event will last until Jun 11th). Extended night time, woo!

"What happens if our muses get got by the museum?"

Muses that were defeated and failed to survive the challenge will have their portrait put up on the Wall of Shame, reflecting how they lost the challenge. They won't respawn until the sun rises, either!

"What if I have a question that's not listed here?"

Feel free to direct any questions you may have to the Masterlist!

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"I thought you said everything would be fine!" Came the panicked footsteps of Janus, running to grab the frame the portrait monster crawled out of, picking it up with surprising ease.

"In my defense, I assumed everything would be." The statue of Caelum replied, furrowing his eyebrows and scrolling through a wall of code. Other statues of a Goddess-like Pleiades and an Antiquated Attired Alathfar, joining as guests, seemed to realize the issue before their older companion did.

"...Yes, nothing in here changed. But I don't see anything about..."

From the other side of the stage, Capella's statue pranced forth, stickers still glittering in the dark, somehow.

"That's just the first page." "The first page?" Caelum and Janus echoed back in confusion. "First page!~"

The grin still stayed on her cheeks from sticker to sticker, while Janus' increasingly scrunched in accusation.

"...I'll be damned. There were two pages after all." "DAD!" "I didn't see it, honest!" "I can't BELIEVE you!" "Now now, it was an honest mistake, really--!"

And as the old man's statue got quite the scolding from his son, Pleides and Alathfar stepped aside, meeting with Capella.

"Was there really a page two?" Pleiades asked, adjusting her comically large, rounded glasses. To that, Capella merely rocked on her heels, smile never fading.

"It's entirely possible Caelum got so wrapped up in helping Janus plan the museum that he overlooked it. Which is endearing, in a way. But..."

As Alathfar trailed off, the three of them looked back at the other statue trying to placate his agitated son, and grimaced in unison (except for Capella, who still seemed to be beaming with delight.)

None of them seemed keen on getting in the middle of the quarrel, and were only relieved when Janus stormed off with his empty frame.

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andromedasstarship · 4 years ago

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faceless, nameless - the prologue

gif credit - @kylos

pairing - kylo ren x reader

warnings - canon-typical star wars violence, depictions of death/violence, fighting (verbal + physical), loosely implied physical intimacy (really up for interpretation here), angst, tension, implied mild love triangle, kylo ren betrays you

summary - For four years, Kylo Ren considered you to be many things: his right hand, his confidant, an irreplaceable strategist, a friend and most importantly his equal. It all ended when he left you with a blaster shot to the stomach on a near deserted planet. On the brink of death, a rather dashing Resistance Pilot stumbled upon you, saving your life.

Donning a mask to hide your identity, you’ve grown to become the most fearsome Resistance fighter they have; bewildering the First Order as to how you always seem to ruin their plans and avoid capture. Kylo Ren is a different man from when he left you two years ago, so how will he react when he accidentally finds you alive and well in Poe’s memories?

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the prologue - the sun

On Starkiller Base, there were plenty of rumors as to why Kylo Ren kept you around. Some said it was because of your extensive training in hundreds of different languages, both spoken and signed. Others were sure it was due to your diplomatic upbringing that came with countless connections and near endless wealth. Or, maybe it was due to your more than adequate ability in battle that served him the most. Even some people thought you were a kept woman, who only existed as a way for Kylo Ren to blow off steam behind closed doors. Your favorite rumor was that you were actually a high-ranking Resistance spy who was tasked with infiltrating the First Order at the highest level and that Kylo Ren had become weak because of you. Had it not made you laugh so much the first time you heard it, Kylo would’ve crushed the windpipe of the lowly officer who created the elaborate lie.

Of course, there were some truths in all the rumors, but none of them exciting. You were in fact trained in hundreds of languages and that training was a product of your diplomatic upbringing. You were exceptionally trained in various forms of combat, but that was something that came after you met Kylo; he had always been afraid of you not being able to properly defend yourself. You were most certainly not a kept woman, not that you and Kylo weren’t intimate, but certainly not in the type of dynamic people thought. You absolutely were not a Resistance spy, but even though neither of you said it aloud, Kylo Ren was definitely weak for you.

How it actually happened is quite boring. The two of you met when Kylo had just turned 24, still more Ben Solo than Kylo Ren. You were recently 23 at the time, head of a diplomatic welcoming committee that met with Kylo as part of his first official diplomatic endeavor as ‘Kylo Ren’ the soon to be Commander of the entire First Order. He quickly became enamored with you and the way you commanded a team full of older men who clearly didn’t approve of your position- whether it was due to your age or gender he didn’t know- but still treated you with respect; in short, you radiated a confidence and power he desired. For you, it was quite the opposite, Kylo Ren still wasn’t sure of himself and at times still acted like the awkward lanky Jedi boy who had never spoken to a girl outside of school purposes. He was a fresh and welcomed change from all the annoyingly rich and cocky men you met with on a daily basis.

Him and his team stayed on your home planet for nearly three months. Countless delegates from various planets flocked there for balls, meetings, conferences, and more. Your connections ran deep and you directly aided in the First Order’s successes during those three months. For the first few weeks, you and Kylo skirted around the obvious pull between the two of you. He wasn’t exactly sure how to ‘woo’ a girl, nor was he even sure if he was allowed to. His lack of action caused you to regularly doubt if he also felt the spark, or if it was completely one sided on your end. Weeks of longing gazes and accidental brushes of fingertips finally came to an end when the two of you were sitting on your private balcony, overlooking the well kept grounds, discussing the conference that had just ended. It was a roaring success for your planet as well as the First Order, both of you securing mining resources at an exceptional locked rate for a minimum of fifty basic years. You made the first move, he was irresistible under the moonlight, closing the space between you on your bench and pressing your lips directly on his. In his hesitation you thought you had completely misread the past month, but it was only a moment later that his hands found purchase in your hair, pulling you closer. The two of you were nearly inseparable for the rest of his trip.

It was difficult, when he finally had to return to his new master and some massive ship that would be lightyears away from you. Unspoken promises were made the night before he left, declarations of love and devotion made behind closed doors. He was still far from truly becoming Kylo Ren, had copious amounts of training to finish before he would see himself be fitting for someone like you. If he was nothing else, Kylo was desperate for loyalty and when you watched his ship leave you had no doubts he would come back.

And he did, nearly an entire standard year later. You almost didn’t recognize him when he stepped off his personal ship. All broad shoulders and shrouded in layers of black, with that intimidating mask covering his face. He was proving to be quite the warrior, the tales of him and the Knights he commanded reaching the farest edges of the galaxy. When the welcoming festivities had ended and he removed his mask in the privacy of your room, you found a mature face that had lost the softness you once knew. It was no matter to you, flinging yourself into his arms and vowing to never let go.

This time, when he left, you went with him of course. Kylo had been shocked when Snoke approved it, but Snoke, ever the manipulator, knew the growing attachment between the two of you would inevitably prove to be valuable in controlling Kylo Ren.

Moving into a giant spaceship wasn’t easy for you. The dark, cold and everlasting expanse of space was a sharp contrast to your warm ocean planet. You missed the sun on your face and your people, but when you vowed to never let him go, you meant it. As time went on, you grew accustomed to the ship and then eventually Starkiller- which was an entirely different battle, that piece of ice had you complaining for months-, and soon enough you couldn’t imagine a life not in space.

Most of your days were monotonous, not that you minded. From the first day you stepped foot onto base, Kylo began training you himself. He never wanted you to feel as hopeless and afraid as he did when he woke up to his uncle ready to kill him in his sleep. So he trained you, and he trained you hard. You could wield a lightsaber well enough, as he argued that should anything ever happen to him- a thought you hated entertaining-, his saber would be the best weapon you had available. You were smaller than him, so close combat was a challenge but you learned to use your size and agility as an advantage. What you specialized in, was the staff. It allowed you to give a larger opponent at a safe range until it was possible to take them down. Kylo had a special one created just for you, with double edged electrical ends that you could easily turn on or off. It was rare that he actually let you on a battlefield with him, but when he did you were unstoppable. Not that you minded, you quite enjoyed working behind the scenes, forming battle plans and leading diplomatic endeavors for the First Order.

Other than Snoke, no one out ranked you, not even Ren; a fact he had been extremely particular about after a visiting diplomat made the excuse of outright ignoring and belittling your presence in a meeting. You were equals in everything, even going as far as taking on the ‘Ren’ moniker.

Among First Order subordinates, you were fairly well liked, and not just because it was unspoken that anyone who thought badly of you would probably die at Ren’s hand. The people actually liked you. Ren was cold, you were warm. When he was sharp, you were soft. It worked well, his ability to command troops and fuel the fires of war was complimented perfectly by your ability to talk nearly anyone to your side.

You never wavered in your support for him, ever loyal by his side no matter what he did or who he killed or how many villages he burned to the ground. You stood next to him, never behind, when new planets presented themselves as potential allies. You watched from above when he burned villages, that dared aid the Resistance, to the ground. You cleaned and healed every single wound he received from Snoke’s brutal training. You held him together when the pull to the light made him feel weak and undeserving.

Anyone could see that you were the sun that Kylo Ren revolved around.

So, when he came back to Starkiller on that fateful day, covered in blood- your blood-, announcing that you were dead- and he was the one who killed you-, and that your name was never to be uttered on his base or by any First Order subordinate ever again, no one knew what to do.

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a/n - hi!!! im so excited for this story, ive never written star wars before and my lore knowledge isnt the best ill admit, so please excuse any minor bits of pieces i may get wrong! comments/likes/reblogs always appreciated. if you wanna be added to the taglist, just ask and ill make one! :D

no permission is given to copy or republish my writing on any other platform or account. if you see this story outside of my blog or my ao3 it is stolen work. i do not own nor claim to own star wars or any of the character involved in it.

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qyuoza · 3 years ago

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Euphoria (PJW)

Genre: fluff

AU: nonidol!au, highschool!au

Warnings: Fem!reader gets hit on by a creep, but Jeongwoo saves her

Summary: jeongwoo promised to take you out on a date if you aced your test, but that backfired due to his eagerness

Notes: This is from my wattpad imagines book and I decided to post it on tumblr bcs I honestly thought it was it was nice.

“Jeongwoo~ I can’t do it~” Y/n whined, dropping her pen on the coffee table and running a hand through her hair. Jeongwoo looked up from his book and chuckled at how cute his girlfriend was. “Y/n the test is tomorrow, you can ace this come on…I’m already studying with you so let’s make the most of it ok?” Y/n pouted as Jeongwoo ruffled her hair, to which she replied with a smile.

“I know but it’s mentally exhausting woo, I’ve been cramming the past few days for this test” the girl sighed and rubbed her temples. Since Jeongwoo couldn’t stand seeing his girlfriend so sad, he suddenly thought of an idea. “Tell you what, if you ace this test I’ll take you out on a date, you can choose where we eat and everything” he smiled endearingly, this got Y/n’s attention immediately as she looked at him curiously.

“Hmmm…Doesn’t sound bad, count me in!” Y/n said enthusiastically and immediately went back to studying. Jeongwoo chuckled at her again and returned to studying as well, if Y/n was gonna ace her test then he might as well just prepare himself as well. That night, they both studied hard together, making sure to review a few more times just so they made no mistakes whatsoever.

The next day had arrived, with Y/n unintentionally staying the night, and they both dressed into their uniforms and rushed to school. “You have the notes?” Y/n asked, and Jeongwoo nodded. “Good, let’s get some good grades so we can go on our date” she smiled, and Jeongwoo was immediately reminded of the deal. “Alright” he said as they got on the train heading to school.

At school, the hours were excruciatingly long as the test was nearing its finish. As everyone was turning in their papers, they all got ready to go home as the test was for the last subject of the day. “Thank you class, you will get your grades tomorrow and that will be all from me today, good bye…” everyone bid the teacher goodbye and Y/n had approached Jeongwoo happily.

“You know what, I can’t wait until tomorrow for our date…Can we just go today?” Y/n laughed at how eager Jeongwoo was but couldn’t say no to him. “I don’t see why not…” she smiled, and they both left the school hand in hand.

“Eomma, uh huh…Yeah I’m with Jeongwoo, don’t worry I’ll be home later, I accidentally slept and it got too late to go home yesterday…Ok bye, I’ll have dinner with Jeongwoo” Y/n was talking to her mom on the phone as Jeongwoo ordered them some food. “What did your mom say?” he asked as he put their food down on the table. “Just asked where I was yesterday, but thankfully she was fine with me staying the night” Jeongwoo nodded as Y/n took a fry and started eating her food.

“How do you manage to eat so well, usually girls would be too shy to eat in front of their boyfriends” Y/n then paused and looked at her boyfriend with an odd look. “What are you on about, Jeongwoo those girls wouldn’t even eat well until they’ve dated the guy for at least three months, but since we grew up together I got used to it because you’d love me either way” she teased, but the boy shook his head, she wasn’t wrong. “Alright, alright now go eat…” Jeongwoo said, he knew he was gonna be with Y/n for the rest of his life and he wasn’t gonna complain.

When the sun had finally set, Jeongwoo took that as his que to take her home. “Thanks for today, I haven’t had that much fun in awhile” Y/n smiled as she cuddled the stuffed animal Jeongwoo won for her not too long ago. “It’s nothing, I’m your boyfriend and I’m supposed to do these things for you because I love you” he beamed as he kissed her forehead, then his phone suddenly rang. “Huh, hold on let me take this…Oh eomma? Ye?” Jeongwoo went away for a bit and Y/n stayed in the same spot, but looked around the claw machines in the arcade in awe.

“Hey there, what are you doing here all by yourself?” a guy had suddenly approached Y/n and she didn’t say anything as she avoided him. “I’m talking to you, now why are you here all alone little girl?” the guy smiled creepily, then he suddenly grabbed Y/n. Before she could fight him off, she noticed Jeongwoo from the corner of her eye. “Let go of her” Jeongwoo said sternly and grabbed the guy’s hand that was holding Y/n’s. “You her boyfriend?” the dude raised a brow. “Yeah now head off before I make it ugly…” the guy scoffed and walked away leaving the couple alone.

“You alright Y/n?” Jeongwoo engulfed her into a hug and she nodded. “I’m alright, thank you Jeongwoo…” Y/n then held his hand as they both made their way back home. Jeongwoo couldn’t sit still all the way back as he took Y/n home, he felt guilty for leaving her in such predicament.

Reaching Y/n’s house, they both stood in front of the door for a bit before Y/n went back in. “I had fun today Jeongwoo, thank you again, I appreciate it” she said and kissed him softly on the lips, he smiled into the kiss and pulled away, eyes trained on the ground. “Jeongwoo, is something wrong?” but he shook his head. “Come on woo, you can tell me anything…” then Jeongwoo looked up at Y/n. “Sorry for leaving you alone to deal with that—“ he said full of guilt, but got cut off by Y/n. “Woo don’t feel sorry, that was beyond our control and you were busy…I hope you don’t blame yourself for this ok?” Jeongwoo nodded and Y/n held his hands.

“I’ll head in now, get home safely ok? Call me or text me once you reach home…Thank you woo, I love you” Y/n said gently. “I will, now go in, I love you more” Jeongwoo smiled before watching Y/n enter the house, then she looked at him one last time before heading in.

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vannahfanfics · 4 years ago

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Hey!! How are you? ☆ I hope you are safe and fine! I was thinking in a modern AU for Sanji x Nami: imagine them as college students!! Could you write something like this? :)

Hello, hun! Thank you for waiting so patiently for this oneshot! ^.^ It was a treat to write. I decided to also use this fic as a submission for @doctorgerth's One Piece of Summer challenge, for the prompt "flowers." I hope you enjoy it, and I hope to tackle the rest of your requests soon! <3 Happy reading!

Honest

Word Count: 2,080

Fluff, Romance, Getting Together, Modern AU, College AU

Summary: If Nami were honest, she quite likes the flirty boy from across the hall. Maybe it's time she tells him.

Nami groaned miserably and slammed her forehead against the wood of her desk several times, making the cup of pencils rattle towards the edge. Before it could tip over and fall, she reached out to slide it back into a safe position; the room rang with the harsh scrape of the plastic against the desk's surface. Nami pouted at the scattered arrangement of half-written notes and highlighter-covered textbooks sprawled out before her. For as much as Nami adored meteorology—enough to major in it—studying for exams was a big fat major drag.

Nami leaned back in the desk chair, making its spine bend at a dramatic angle. The cushioned surface squeaked mildly in protest. Nami stretched her arms above her head to ease the tension from her aching back and shoulders; after a series of crackling pops, her muscles loosened, and her vertebrae decompressed satisfyingly. She rolled the chair a few feet away from the desk to stare longingly out of her bedroom window. Her apartment overlooked the beach; what she wouldn't give to be lounging in the sand soaking up the sun's rays at the moment. Her college was on a trimester system, so, unfortunately, her summer break was considerably shorter than others'.

"Which is why I need to study for my finals so I can go get a taaaaan!" she lamented and dramatically splayed herself out in the chair. She slumped down until her entire back was flush with the seat and her head craned up ninety degrees. Using her toes, she swiveled the desk chair back and forth, but she couldn't bring herself to return to her desk. Nami continued to glower at the clean glass panes of the window-slash-balcony door until a pop of color caught her eye.

"Hello. What's this?" The mystery item was far more fascinating than memorizing the minutiae of atmospheric patterns, so she hopped up from the chair immediately. A hot, humid breeze with just the faintest hint of salt dove into her room as soon as she cracked the balcony door. Thanks to the shade from the floor above them, the balcony's concrete floor was cool against the soles of Nami's bare feet. She padded over to the outdoor glass table where she had spied the unusual thing. Nami then smirked knowingly, sneaking a glance at the assortment of flowers and ferns clustered around the railing of the balcony. On the table sat a bunch of small flowers from one of the houseplants.

Nami picked it up by the stem and twirled it about, admiring the aromatic scent wafting up from the buds. She then smirked and pressed the cluster of little flowers to her lips, gaze sliding to the other balcony door that led into the living room. That is where she spotted her roommates, Robin and Vivi, enjoying a platter of little finger foods while chatting amiably with the boy who lived across the hall, Sanji.

Well, he wasn't just the boy who lived across the hall. He and his entire gaggle of rowdy roommates occupied the floor's multi-bedroom suite, and due to their proximity, the college students had all become fast friends. They often hung out at each other's apartments. Sanji was a bit of a flirt and often came over to woo the ladies; it could easily be annoying, but he was careful to respect personal boundaries and was more adorably playful than creepy, so they didn't mind. He was fond of Nami in particular.

Hence, whenever he jaunted over and found her studying, he would leave a flower on the balcony table where she could see it.

Nami smiled as she twirled the small bunch of flowers against her lips and watched the blond converse amiably with her roommates. He leaned over the bar, tracing abstract patterns into the grain of the granite with a serene smile on his face. He must've cracked a joke because Vivi and Robin began laughing. His dark eyes flickered to her, and he flashed her a knowing wink.

Nami smiled bashfully and turned to lean against the balcony railing. The waves melodically crashed against the shore in the near distance. Colorful umbrellas and towels and beach chairs demarcated the pristine white dunes, and the beachgoers tromping through the surf and sand were hazy specks. Nami rested her hands on the balcony, with the cluster of flowers hanging down in the open air. The breeze ruffled their small white petals to bring their pleasant, citrusy scent to Nami's nose. Biting down on her bottom lip, she glanced down at the flowers with a giddy feeling bubbling up in her stomach.

He's sweet, she thought blissfully. Nami really hadn't given much thought to the routine gesture before, but now that she did, she realized that Sanji only did small things like this for her. He would drop by to tell her when the tangerine seller at the local farmer's market had pitched his stall. One time when she was ill with the flu and Vivi and Robin were out of town, he slept on the couch and tended to her for four whole days. After every successful exam, he'd make her a special tangerine sherbet sundae, without fail. Then, there were the little flowers he left in plain view when she studied. She brought the fragrant buds to her mouth again, feeling the soft petals against her glossed lips as they curled into a smile.

Could he be sweet on me?

"Sorry, ladies! I'm just going out for a smoke!" Nami heard Sanji's muffled voice cry, followed by the scraping of the balcony door as it opened. Nami continued to gaze out at the horizon, swirling the bunch of flowers while Sanji strode up. Out of the corners of her eyes, she observed him strike his lighter and light the end of the cigarette. He exhaled the gray smoke and crossed his arms against the railing, leaning against it.

"So, how goes studying for finals?"

"Agonizing. I want to go to the beach," Nami replied with a wrinkle of her nose.

Sanji chuckled and flicked some of the ash off the balcony before taking another drag.

"You mean learning about clouds and rain isn't interesting?" he joked, earning a light shove to his shoulder from the redhead. He laughed as he stumbled to the side, holding up his cigarette so that it didn't bang against the railing. "Right, sorry, of course it's interesting," he corrected with a cocky smirk. When he glanced at her, his eyes dropped to the bunch of flowers she primly held between her index and middle fingers. "Ah, so you noticed."

"Of course I noticed. You leave them for me all the time."

He flushed and scratched at the back of his head with a free hand.

"You work so hard. I just thought you could use a flower or two to brighten up your workspace," Sanji smiled shyly.

Nami rolled on her heels so that her elbows were now propped on the rail. She pressed her back against it. She flitted the flowers back in forth in front of her like a small white flag and regarded him with a flirtatious smile.

"You know, when a guy leaves a girl flowers, it's usually a nice big bouquet."

Sanji clenched the cigarette between his teeth as his cheeks brightened to a rosy hue.

Nami laughed loudly and nudged his bicep with her elbow. "I'm joking!" she clarified, then looked down at the clump of blossoms. "I appreciate the gesture. They always do make me feel better."

"Well, I'm glad."

A comfortable silence drifted between them. Grey-white smoke wisped before his face as he thoughtfully chewed on the end of the cigarette. Nami watched the ghostly tendrils kiss his defined features and pluck at his strands of blond hair. With the way his bangs hung, she couldn't read his expression, as it covered the majority of the right side of his face. Nami supposed she ought just to ask him outright.

"Hey, Sanji, do you like me?"

Sanji released a choking spluttering sound. They both watched with wide eyes as his cigarette fell out of his mouth and sailed several stories to plop onto the concrete sidewalk below. An elderly lady jumped as the still-lit bud landed in front of her, and she shook her fist at them and cursed.

"It was an accident, you old biddy! Get over it!" Sanji shouted over the railing before whirling around with a huff. He crossed his arms and peered at her through the corners of his eyes; his left side now faced her so that she could see the contemplative glimmer in his dark irises. He worried his bottom lip with his teeth, debating how to answer before he exhaled deeply through his nose. The lingering amount of smoke streamed from his nostrils before adsorbing into the air. "If we're bein' honest here, yeah, Nami, I do," he frowned and rubbed the back of his neck with a large palm. He cast his gaze up at the white ceiling of the balcony bottom above them. "I just didn't want to say anything because I figured you wouldn't give me the time of day."

"Because you flirt with everything that breathes?"

"I resent that! But yes," he huffed haughtily and tapped on the floor with to toe of his shoe. Nami giggled and waved the cluster of flowers about. Their scent mingled with the faint aroma of cigarette smoke. "You're an amazing, beautiful, outstanding woman, Nami—and I'm just… well, me."

"I don't see anything wrong with that," the redhead shrugged and turned to face the beach again. She smiled warmly as she watched the waves roll in and out, bubbling with white surf. "Sure, you flirt, but it's because you want to make everyone feel beautiful, right?" As she side-eyed him, Sanji's visible eyebrow crept up his forehead. Nami smiled wider and lolled her head onto her shoulder as she eyed the quaint bunch of blossoms. "I can't think of many guys that are so blatantly good and chivalrous."

He clicked his teeth as a pink hue rose to his cheeks again.

"Well, when you put it that way…" he smiled teasingly and bumped her shoulder with his.

Nami snickered and returned the gesture, and they spent a few minutes just knocking each other around on the railing. After they draped themselves back over the metal, faces flushed from breathy laughter, Nami hummed and tucked the plume of flowers behind her ear.

"I like you too, Sanji. I suppose all your kind little gestures have had their intended effect."

"You make it sound devious," he grinned and laid his cheek on his arms to flutter his long lashes at her. Nami snorted and flicked him on the forehead, prompting him to stand back up. "So, does this mean you'll go on a date with me?"

"That depends. What does Mr. Chivalry have in mind?" Nami teased.

He rolled his eyes, knowing perfectly well Nami was going to accept, but still grinned flirtatiously and ran a hand up her arm.

"Oh, I don't know… A steak dinner… A homemade tiramisu… maybe a bottle of wine," Sanji offered vaguely.

Nami's lips curled into a toothy smirk, and she snuggled up to him, tugging on the collar of his button-up shirt.

"Hm. This pleases me," she decided after a second of pseudo-consideration.

Sanji tipped his head back with a gravelly chuckle before looking down at her in adulation.

"Glad to hear it. Tomorrow at eight?"

"Sorry, Romeo," Nami sighed exaggeratedly and pushed away from him to head to the sliding glass doors to her bedroom. She made a point to put a little extra sway in her hips as she walked. She paused on the threshold of the doors, pouting. "I still have my final."

"What a shame. How about I bring some wine-infused ice cream around eleven, then?"

"Now that is a date!"

Sanji snickered again and gave her a light wave as she slipped back into her bedroom. After she slid it shut behind her, she rested a moment against the frame, unable to control the giddy smile blooming over her features. She plucked the cluster of flowers from behind her ear and twisted it by the stem, chewing excitedly on her lip. It's a date, she thought happily.

She could study a bit more if wine-infused ice cream and a handsome man were on the line, if she were honest.

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revisionaryhistory · 4 years ago

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Three Days ~ 40

I got up to make banana bread for my niece. This chapter is just as sweet. Enjoy.

~*~Sebastian~*~

I woke up face down and naked on top of Emma's bed. I turned my head and could see Emma was also face down and naked. She was also using my lower back as a pillow with her arm under my ass. I have no idea how we got here. I remember the blonde with long hair trying to start shit. Then more shots. And more shots. We hadn't driven, so we must have taken an Uber back. I could see towels on the floor, so we must have showered. That's good because we both had to stink after all day in the sun. Her more. I stifled a laugh and felt Emma shift. I said, "Morning." My voice sounded like we’d been drinking all night or I’d started smoking again.

"Morning." Her voice sounded as rough as mine. She started to move then stopped. "I'm hugging your butt like a teddy bear. Interesting."

"Gotta admit, it's a first."

Emma joined me right way on the bed after planting a kiss on my ass. I rolled to my side, mirroring her, "Any idea how we got here?"

"Not really." She cringed, "I remember getting out of an Uber and barely being able to unlock the door."

"There's towels on the floor."

She leaned and sniffed my chest, "You smell nice and clean." Her eyes shifted between both our naked bodies. "Did we have sex?"

I laughed, "Oh, I doubt it." She laughed with me. I ran my hand down her side to rest on her hip, my eyes following. "I may always want you, but I think too drunk to fuck was a thing last night."

She smiled, her single dimple making itself known, "Always, huh?"

"Always." I went to kiss her, but was stopped by her hand on my chest.

"Oh no." She shook her head. "Something has crawled in my mouth and died." She climbed over me and headed to the bathroom. I heard her pee, flush, and turned the water on.

I knocked, "Can I brush too?"

She let me in and made room in front of the sink. We continued talking as we brushed. "How do you feel?"

"Not horrible. A little headache. My finger hurts. How about you?

"Dehydrated. Headache."

"We have brunch with your parents in two hours."

I looked at her in the mirror, "We can push it back. I don't want to cancel."

"No, Advil and some water and I'll be fine." She put her hand over her stomach. "I'll be hungry by then." She finished brushing her teeth, put her tooth brush away, and looked down my body. Emma's hand caressed down my chest to cup my balls. "You're very naked, Mr. Stan."

I almost choked on a mouthful of toothpaste. I spit and rinsed while she continued to fondle me. Thankfully, she waited to stroke my cock. I dropped my toothbrush in the sink with a groan. My hands ran down the silky skin of her back to her ass and I pulled her closer. I stopped a fraction of an inch from her lips, "You're very naked too, Ms. Marcum."

I kissed her and realized I was already hungry.

Two hours later we walked into Jill's Bistro and sat down with my parents. Mom was happy to see both of us. She'd texted me Friday morning to make sure we were still on and to tell me again she liked Emma. I was glad. I love my mom. While her approval of someone I'm going out with isn’t necessary, it is nice. Especially considering how much I liked Emma.

Mom did separate us for brunch. When we got to the table, she and Anthony were seated across from each other. I rolled my eyes as I hugged her, "Traitor."

Mom kissed my cheek, "I can talk to you both." She hugged Emma, "Nice to see you again."

"You too."

I pushed in Emma's chair and kissed her cheek before walking to the other side of the table. This was fine. We were both tall enough for me to stretch out my leg and touch hers. Yes, I am just that ridiculous.

Mom was on Emma's right and immediately noticed her finger, like any good mom would. Emma had left it uncovered to get some air. The blood was gone, but it was still red and looked like it hurt. She said it did. Emma told them about the game and I pulled out my phone to supplement with pictures and video. I smiled watching again, even more with the interest my parents showed. Eventually we talked about other stuff. Food was good. Dessert was incredible. It was a good time. I was still a little dehydrated and tired. Inside the CRV I looked at her, "Are you tired?"

"A little. Why? What do you want to do?" Her smile and the way she's looking at me. Damn.

Shaking my head, I said, "Nothing. I was thinking I was a little tired and figured you really must be."

"Wanna go home and lay on the couch? Read. It's your turn to introduce me to a TV show."

I laughed, "Yeah, it is. You need to turn in your lesson plans too." I remembered.

"Last week. Woo hoo!" She pumped both arms in the air. We were laughing when her phone rang. The CRV screen said, "Dad #2". Emma pointed toward the steering wheel, “Hit answer for me. The one on the left." I hit the button and the call connected. "Hey, dad."

A gravelly voice came through the speakers and my inner fanboy got very excited. My thought that Dad #2 was Ed proved true.

"Hey Emma. How was the tournament?"

"We won!"

"That's fantastic. Congratulations."

"It was fun. I'll send you pictures."

"Can't wait to see them. Did you hurt yourself?"

"Broke off a nail. Nothing major." She looked at me and winked. "I'm being well taken care of."

Thus far the conversation had been a quick back and forth. There was a noticeable pause before Ed started speaking again, "What exactly does that mean?"

"I'm seeing someone. He patched me up when I hurt myself."

I was thinking being a knight in shining armor would get me some points.

"Do you not remember the rules? Do dating before thirty. In the last two weeks have you miraculously turned thirty?"

Nope, no points for me. I'm also docking myself some points because I don't know how old she is. She's got a job and a condo. That’s old enough.

"No, I have not. Wait, he's over thirty." I held up some fingers. "Thirty-six."

"Was that supposed to make it better, Emma? Thirty-six. Fuck, he's not a musician too is he? 'Cause that requires paperwork."

"No, not a musician."

"What's he do?" There was a tone in his voice that told me he knew she was not telling him something.

"He's an actor."

"Not better. Should have never let you move to New York. Actors and musicians everywhere."

"I met him here." She was pointing down like he could see her. They were used to FaceTime.

“Yes or no. If I was to hang up and change to FaceTime would I see him?" He was giving her shit, but his affection for her was clear.

"Of course not, Daddy. I’m in the car. Answering FaceTime would be dangerous."

I let out a barking laugh. The tone of her voice was very Cher from Clueless.

"Ha! Thought so. What’s your name?"

I answered without pause, “Sebastian Stan. Nice to, well, meet you. Sort of."

"Sebastian Stan. S-T-A-N." I nearly laughed again. Fucking Eddie Vedder was Googling me. “That’s why your name sounds familiar. Marvel. What the hell are you doing in Beacon?"

"My parents live here. We met when I was helping them move." Yes, that's me sucking up. I pulled into her drive and put the CRV in park, waiting to cut the engine until we were done with the call.

Ed laugh, "I trust her that you're a nice guy, Sebastian, or she wouldn't have answered the call."

Emma laughed, "Very true. We're home. Now that you two have met can we continue the inquisition tomorrow night. He leaves in the morning."

"Sure. Harper has awards tomorrow, so wait until after school."

"I will. I can congratulate her. Give the girls and Jill a hug. I love you."

"I love you, too Emma."

Emma put her hand on my arm and leaned over the console to kiss me, "He'll have your phone number, address, and SAG member ID in five minutes. Ten tops."

We kicked off our shoes and headed to the couch. I sat down and she straddled my lap, giving me a kiss. I decided to tell her what I'd thought. "He was giving you shit, but I could tell he really loves you. He sounded more, I don't know, amused, than anything."

She smiled, her tongue sticking out between her teeth. "He was. He's a lot of fun. He did tell me I had to get prior written approval before going out with a musician."

"I don't think he would have signed off."

"Me either."

I kept my arm on her leg, my hand on her hip. My other hand went to her face to guide her in for a kiss. A very long, slow kiss. I kept my hand on her face, "I don't know how old you are."

"Twenty-eight. I'll be twenty-nine on November twenty third."

"Eight years."

She ignored my statement. "I have a confession." This was going to be interesting. "I said I wouldn't Google you, but I had already checked IMDB the day we met. You hadn't said your last name when you introduced yourself and I wanted to make sure you were you I thought you were. Your birthday's on there."

I smiled with how she wasn’t sure who I was, "You're so cute I want to squish you." I hugged her tight, rocking her from side to side.

She was holding onto me and laughing, "Can I look at Google images? I like looking at you."

I un-hugged her where I could see her face. "You can look where ever you want. Promise me you'll ask me about anything."

Her face said no before she did, "I want pretty pretty pictures not articles or gossip. I’m having too much fun getting to know you. I want to learn about you from you."

I dropped both my hands to her thighs. A week ago I didn't touch her like this. "That means more to me than you can possibly imagine."

Emma shrugged one shoulder, tilting here head toward the shrug, "I think you're gonna mean more to me than you can possibly imagine."

Jesus. Maybe twenty-eight is too young to be afraid to say shit like that. I want to know how she's so fearless.

"I have a pretty good imagination."

"We'll both have to wait and see."

A very nice moment was broken by my phone. Something told me to pick it up. FaceTime and I didn't recognize the number. Emma did, "Ed." She climbed off my lap. "I'm going to grab my tablet. Want me to get your book?"

"Yes, please, outside pocket of my bag."

"Be right back."

I answered and waited for Ed's face to show up. "She told me it would take you five, ten minutes max. You're late."

"Everything takes longer on Sunday." He smiled, "My wife tells me I can be intense and overprotective."

"I get it, she's one of your daughters. I think she's pretty special too." I hoped my sincerity played over FaceTime.

He leaned back on whatever he sat on, "If she's letting us meet, she thinks you're pretty special too."

I smiled and nodded, "I hope so." I heard Emma coming down the stairs, "Please tell me you're tougher than her other dad."

Ed laughed, "He's a cupcake."

Emma put her face next to mine where he could see both of us, "Do not scare him. I like him."

Ed shifted his attention to her, "Should you say that in front of him?"

"Don't be silly. He knows. I would never."

There it is! I’ve been waiting patiently and there it finally fucking is. I turned my head and pulled away to see her, "There's the southern accent I’ve been waiting for!"

Ed smirked, "Wait until she goes back to Georgia. You've got a good two or three days before she loses the accent. The harder she tries the worse it gets."

"Which is why I don't try."

Indignant, but still a little Southern. I snickered. She turned her head and kissed my lips. I winced, “Don't do that. I think I was winning him over."

A young female voice came through, "Is that Sissy?"

"Hi Livvy."

A teenage girl with long straight hair moved in beside her dad. She looked confused, shifting her eyes between us. She settled on me and her mouth dropped open, "Bucky?"

I loved when kids called me by my character, "Who the hell is Bucky?” A smile lit up her face, “How are you, Olivia? Emma’s told me a lot about you."

Attention back to Emma. "Sissy, you're dating Bucky?"

"I am."

Olivia's hand covered her mouth, "Oh shit!" She pushed her dad's shoulder, "Do not scare him off. I want to meet him. It's six months to Hawaii. Emma, you keep him happy and I'll make dad be nice. I love him." She was looking at me.

"Thank you."

Ed was glaring at me and holding up a finger. "One, Seb, I have a one daughter limit."

"I'm not willing to trade. I like the one I've got."

He smirked, "I'm starting to like you, but it could turn and I will find you."

"I'II try not to give you reason."

Another face came to the other side of Ed’s face. Obviously, his beautiful wife. She looked at me then Ed, "Have you two finished the pissing contest?"

Ed smile at his wife, love filled his face, "We've got a truce."

We stayed on FaceTime for a while longer and I was a little sad when we hung up. Emma stood up and I turned enough for me to grab and pull her over the couch into my lap. Her flailing and squeals made me laugh. I buried my face in her neck, kissing and tickling her. She tried to fight back and I held her wrists. Despite her wiggling I was able to kiss her. That stopped her. But I wasn't wanting serious or to sit here making out. I was still in fanboy mode. "I want to get on a plane and go to Seattle. That was so much fun, even the parts where Ed looked like he wanted to murder me. I got to see you with your family and finally," I looked to the ceiling and shook my fist, "got to hear your southern accent."

"We do have a lot fun together. Not that my parents and sister aren't fun, but it is different."

"Sure. I loved you telling Ed FaceTime would be dangerous. You two going back and forth."

Emma laughed, "We watch Clueless every New Year’s Day."

I punched my thumb and forefinger together, "Spot on."

She combed her fingers through my hair, "Do you realize me seeing you with your family is just as fun for me? Your mom sending you to the other side of the house and watching you two was great. You reverting to a little boy was amusing." She did the thing in my hair again. "And very sweet."

We like each other's family (at least the half I've met) and we like each other. Things are working out well. I rearranged her a little on my lap, "Can we catch up on some making out?"

"Absolutely."

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noncanonlove · 5 years ago

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Trust

This piece is a companion piece of Compromises and its predecessor Choices.

Draco tightened the knot down until the silk blindfold was snug, but still comfortable. He gently tapped the tails with his wand, satisfied now that they wouldn’t budge until he removed them.

He spun her around and looked her over. Jeans, a jumper, her favorite fall boots and her Gryffindor scarf. He inhaled secretly, silently, and caught a whiff of himself on her. Once he scrutinized her more closely he could just see a bit of a t-shirt underneath the jumper at the collar. Must be one of his, but he couldn’t understand why she was wearing it. Neither had gone anywhere since the day before last.

He looked over the loaded clothes hamper and peeked into the breast pocket of his coat, ensuring that the picnic basket was still there before shrinking and adding the hamper in there with it, charming the pocket closed afterwards.

She jumped slightly when he closed his hands around her shoulders, a grin shooting to her lips as he directed her through the house and out to the back yard where his broom waited. At the presence of its owner, it practically vibrated until he took it in hand. Hermione had went stiff as he mounted it and wouldn’t so much as budge when he went to guide her onto it.

“Draco Malfoy, is that a broom you’re trying to get me on?” she asked somewhat shrilly.

Great Merlin, she’d flown a thestral bare back to London and here she was afraid of a little broom ride with him. Well, according to Potter, with literally anyone, but still.

He dismounted, leaving the broom hovering next to them. He spun her to face him, his hands moving up to cup her face.

“Would I ever, ever let anything happen to you?” he asked quietly.

“Well no, but,” she said hesitantly, getting cut off by Draco, who knew better than to let her get anywhere.

“Would I not give my very life for yours?” he stroked her cheeks tenderly as he asked.

“Yes, of course you would,” she murmured, rubbing her nose against his before he pressed a kiss to her mouth.

“Don’t you trust me?” He replied, just as quietly.

“Of course I do,” she said, shoulders sagging.

If she’d seen the way he brightened at his win she’d surely have smacked him.

Draco took a brief moment to savor the victory as he turned her back into position to mount the broom after he got back on it.

He’d made good on his promise to her in the bedroom three weeks ago and admittedly life had gotten largely better and dare he say, almost to how he remembered it before all of this Veela absurdity had awoken inside him.

He could only imagine what Hermione really thought, deep down, about his need to have this be as close to a normal relationship as possible, but it was important to him. He’d never admit it even under threat of the cruciatus, but ever since his father had told him in detail about how one day he would court and woo a woman to become his wife he’d secretly been dreaming up plans for when the time came and there was no way he was abandoning them now. Hermione was worth courting properly regardless of the circumstances. At Draco’s request Lucius had recounted his own courting process, including as many details as he could remember. It was easily one of Draco’s favorite memories, how they’d sat before the fire together over tea and Lucius had become unusually unguarded.

He shook off the memories as he got himself situated.

Draco maneuvered her onto the broom in front of him, settling her as best as he could before he kicked off. Biting his lip not to laugh at her panicked squeal, but it was likely she felt it as his chest shook with it if the slap to the thigh was any indicator. He floated not five feet off the ground, pausing to get her sorted first.

He’d made to remove a hand from the handle but she’d grabbed his arm in a death grip once he’d lifted it no more than six inches.

“Hermione, let go of my hand, please,” he asked.

“But-” she was interrupted.

“I thought you said you trusted me,” he said, inflecting a bit of hurt into his voice, an old habit of his to soothe her into letting him have his way.

He could tell it was with great effort that she peeled her fingers off of his person, trembling like a leaf. He pressed a kiss of thanks to the back of her neck as he slid his arm firmly around her waist, bringing her tightly against him.

Apparently this was the right move because he felt her slowly relaxing against him infinitesimally. She laid her head back on his shoulder, still leaning snugly against him, and took a deep breath in and out.

He guided the broom higher in the air and looked at the view, saddened that she couldn’t enjoy the glorious fall evening. It made him resolve to take her on more broom rides until she realized that with him, at least, it could be a good experience.

She’d tucked her face against his neck and had been breathing him in during the ride, which pleased something within him. It was blissfully satisfying for Hermione to seek comfort in him, especially in that manner.

He’d guided them easily across the forest until he spotted the clearing he’d been to earlier in the day while she’d been out.

They touched down with ease, he helping her back to her own two feet before dismounting and propping it against the enormous old oak.

She waited quietly, tilting her head this way and that to try to determine if she could figure anything out about their location based on sound alone.

He unshrunk everything and set up the picnic, thrice charming the blanket to be cushioned before he turned back to her and removed her blindfold.

She gasped as she looked around the area. They were beneath an enormous, old oak tree in a large clearing surrounded by trees that had changed to a myriad of colors with the season and were slowly losing their leaves, some of which floated across the surface of the small pond. It was completely silent and so she guessed how far they were removed from anything. Her eyes drifted across the fairy lights that had been placed all along the branches above them as well as the trunk of the tree, then followed the large circle of wide, squat urns that were filled with bluebell flames.

It wasn’t dark yet, but she could tell that the area would be well lit even after the sun went down. Her eyes drifted to the picnic blanket he’d set up, feeling warmth bloom in her chest. It filled her in lazy tendrils and she couldn’t stop the stupid, happy grin from curling across her mouth. Her hand squeezed his and she decided that the broom ride had been worth it.

He could feel her happiness and appreciation tingle at the edges of his consciousness, basking in it before leading her to the blanket. They sat close together and he served her a small plate with a bit of all the offerings before pouring them wine.

They slowly ate, talking about any and everything. She regaled him of tales from Hogwarts, particularly of how they’d rescued buckbeak, to his exaggerated, plaintive sigh. She’d laughed hard at that, throwing hear head back with it, as if he could keep the grudge that long. He couldn’t stop his own silly grin as he drank her in.

He signaled her to excuse him a moment as her laughter began to die down. He retrieved a small stereo from behind the tree and charmed it on. The dulcet tones of Ella Fitzgerald and the accompanying 50′s jazz horns filled the area, to her great surprise. He returned to the blanket and offered her his hand, silently asking for a dance.

She let him pull her up before sliding her arms around his neck. Another smile curled her mouth as his warm hands rested on her hips, pulling her against him as they swayed, heads tucked against one another.

Many songs later she looked up and marveled. It was fully dark, but much to her earlier guess, the area was still well lit. She couldn’t stop the thought of how she hoped her wedding one day would look similarly enchanting, a dreamy expression drifting across her features. She felt something else too, a hint of power that told her that this area was rich in old magic. Sacred, something whispered in her mind and suddenly the date meant even more important to her. Nobody had ever done anything remotely like this before and it made her fall that much more in love with him.

“May I kiss you?” he murmured.

She nodded and then his hot mouth was pressed against hers, gently at first, then ever more hungry, as if he were a man starved. Her hands tangled themselves in his silky hair as his hands splayed across her back and held her against him.

He broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together as they breathed heavily.

“I would like to pleasure you,” he requested hoarsely.

She could only nod, stealing the opportunity to nip at his lips.

He walked her backwards over to where she discovered he’d summoned his favorite wood and leather wing back chair. Somehow, amongst the flickering lights and the fall foliage it looked like it belonged there, a throne drenched in magic.

He undressed her slowly, taking in the sight of her as if he’d never seen her before, paying each newly discovered area its due with his mouth and stroking hands. By the end, she was naked, small shivers running through her at the thrill of the situation.

He sat in a slouch, pulling her into his lap, situating her so that her back was to his chest, her legs draped across his thighs to hang along the outside of his. He pulled her hair to the side, his mouth exploring along her neck, nipping and kissing a range from her ear to her shoulder. His hands toured her reverently, up her outer thighs and sides, around her rib cage to cup her breasts and tease her nipples. He drunk in each and every groan, sigh and stuttering breath, watching her greedily.

“Put your hands on the arm rests,” he breathed against her.

She did as asked and he rewarded her by drifting his hands down across her quivering stomach, her pubic bone and along the tops of her thighs as far as he could reach. Her flesh was so sensitive from all of the focused attention he’d given her in combined with the old magic she still keenly felt. She watched under hooded eyes as his long, thin fingers drug trails up her inner thighs and across her lips. Her hips jerked against his when he parted her finally with one hand, stroking her exposed clit with the other before sliding down to her slit. She was already slick from his previous attention, to his immense pleasure. He gathered some on two fingers, returning them to her clit where he began to rub slow circles.

Her groans and keens spurred him to move faster, the one hand keeping her spread returning to toy with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples in turn between long, nimble fingers. She began squirming against his lap, making him hiss as she ground into his hard cock.

He nipped at her lobe again, “Let me pleasure you,” he requested hoarsely in her ear.

She made herself go limp against him, her knuckles white from gripping the arms. It was hard not to participate but somewhere in the back of her pleasure hazed mind she recognized this experience as a way to show that she trusted him as much as she professed to. She’d allowed him to undress her in a strange location, no questions asked and carnally pleasure her, asking her to rely on him to bring her satisfaction. Hermione had never been able to give up that much of her control before, ever.

Her moans turned to keens as he drove her ever closer to the brink. All it took to rip the screams from her throat and turn her vision white was a small bite to her shoulder, the action juxtaposing so sharply with all the other care he’d bestowed upon her. She’d expected him to stop but had to firmly stop herself from squirming against him again when he’d merely slowed down after she came back down.

The hand on her breast drifted down to stroke her lips for a moment before he slipped two fingers inside her, experimentally feeling her from this angle until he found the sweet place that made her keen again, paying rapt attention to it as he pumped his fingers in and out.

“Draco,” she whimpered, the desire to squirm strong.

He shushed her soothingly as his fingers increased their pace until she screamed for him again, fluids rushing out to coat his fingers.

After she began coming down he slowed his fingers to a stop and gathered her up, cuddling her close against him.

“Thank you,” he breathed into her hair.

“I should be the one thanking you,” she said drowsily.

“Nonsense, this is the best evening I’ve had in years,” he gently insisted.

She merely hummed in appreciation and burrowed closer against him.

He drank her in for a while as she rested content in his embrace. Finally he silently summoned all of their things and his broom, shrinking everything and returning it to a pocket. He pulled out the silk covered portkey from a pouch that had been stuffed down next to the cushion and held out the bauble for her. She looked slightly relieved to not have to ride a broom in this state and touched the small glass orb, blinking when she suddenly found them back in their living room.

He didn’t give her a chance to stand, however, carrying her to bed and tucking her in, stealing one more kiss before she was gone to dreams for a while. He lay there beside her, head propped up on one arm as he watched over her.

So few people trusted him and it amazed him to no ends that she did entirely.

He rubbed at his sternum absently. He’d been drawn to the area every time he’d went flying but had found himself increasingly compelled to land there. Once he had given in, he discovered why. Old magic of the purer variety was concentrated there and it was what had drawn him in. He couldn’t think of a better place for this evening aside from there. It had helped anchor the bond they were building together. It would have happened anyway, but this was special and rare. Something he couldn’t not give to her.

He looked forward to feeding that voracious need for knowledge on the subject that would come roaring back to life tomorrow. He would also have to talk to her about returning there for other things but he had a feeling she wouldn’t mind. Part 4/? of the series is Reminders

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theysaywhatasadsight · 5 years ago

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The Perils of Love

A/n: A short imagine for @bucky-smiles ‘s bollywood writing challenge, my prompt was this song . This one was beta read by @nasarogers and @mcuspidey and @thebookwormslytherin

"So then, obviously, she smacks him because what else is she gonna do? Here the idiot is trying to woo her and she's trying to get funeral arrangements for her hamster ..." her hands waved about, bangles jangling. Almost every session went like this, an hour and a half where they would actually study and the last 30 minutes spent discussing random things. Y/N sighed and closed her notebook. "I fucking hate maths. Or anything that has both numbers and letters. Who thought it was a good idea, anyway?"

Peter didn't feel mentioning his fondness for algebra would win him any points from Ms. Liberal Arts. When initially she had approached him, asking for help studying maths, he had been confused as to why a photography major needed it. She had muttered darkly that she held the same beliefs.

He wasn't complaining, though. The only class they shared was the one subject she detested, but atleast he got to see her instead of his stupid textbooks.

Peter had tried to resist, of course, devoting his attention to getting a degree and a job (though his mentor had already promised him one, he didn't want to look undeserving of it) but the force that was YN YLN was unstoppable when it came to convincing.

Resist why, someone might ask. Studying with a pretty, intelligent girl had to have some benefits, right?

Benefits only if someone enjoyed longing and heartache, as if wishing for something that was forbidden. Nothing quite as dramatic as disapproval from anyone or interruptions in studies, it was clear that she wasn't very interested in him aside from as a study partner.

He had zoned out while she was playing with her phone, thinking about how patrols and studying had ripped away any hopes of sleep from him, when she looked up at him.

"I should go, right? Ugh, I hate doing this to you, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, uh, I was-uh not that you need to apologise- I think you, uh don't need my help anymore…"

She looked confused. "I-What?"

"I think we shouldn't study together anymore."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"It's not you, it's me."

"What the fuck?" She was plain pissed now. Snatching her books back, she stood, frowning. "Thanks for the help, I guess." And stormed away before he could say anything.

Head in his hands, he decided to call Tony.

"So you like this girl, and she asks you to help her study and then you decide to break it up...why?" Tony sounded sleepy and confused.

"Shit, is it 2 already? I thought you were awake." He deflected the question.

"You know I stay awake until 3, Pete. And answer the question. Why did you end it?"

"I-just, I don't know. This just friends thing is killing me."

"Then ask her out?"

"I'm telling you, she's definitely not interested."

Tony, reading a magazine of Pepper's while she slept beside him, smiled at his son's words, mirroring those he had confessed to Rhodey some odd 15 years ago. "And how do you know that?"

"Because...well leave it. I should probably go on patrol anyway."

"Sent a suit out. Get some sleep, kiddo, I can hear your yawning from here. And stop drinking that damn coffee, you'll ruin your sleep."

"I'm not as old as you, remember?"

"Oh yeah? Tell you what, I'll come visit on Saturday and we'll see who looks more dead. And don't worry about the girl, okay? Just don't be a dick. Don't tell your aunt I said that."

YN asked him to coffee once to just talk, after class ended, but he refused, pleading a test in Chemistry. She pursed her lips and said nothing.

As she walked away, all of his row turned to stare at him. Ever since they had started studying together, he had been the envy of almost every idiot there, some whispering nefarious rumours over his and her intentions.

"Did you two break up?" One of them whispered.

"You seem quite interested?" He whispered back, making all of them turn back to packing their things up.

She tried talking to him again when she ran into him in the hallway, but he got away citing a class he was late to.

Irritated, YN stormed up to his dorm, murder written on her face. His floormates, who liked to tease them normally, were scarce, probably terrified.

She knocked thrice at the door, jaw tight. At the lack of response, she knocked again. She fished out her phone from her jeans, cursing the company for making it so tight and herself for wearing it instead of her normal leggings. She called Peter again, determined to talk.

"So yeah, Vogue didn't exactly cover all the angst of the relationship. Jesus, half of it they made up." Tony sat on the bed while Peter lounged on the chair, poor posture and leg resting on the table. He merely hummed. While Tony's advice was great, he wasn't sure he really understood the situation.

"I just-you knew at some level Pepper would be willing to get with you, right? I don't think that's the case here."

"Shall I tell you a secret? No girl is willing to study a subject she hates, that too without break, for only passing a subject. Just so you know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have cooking duty today." Stark got up, stretching. "I really do feel dead, wow."

Peter rolled his eyes but got up to drop Tony off. They both heard the knock at the same time. It rang three times, and after a gap, again. He checked his phone, which showed missed calls from the girl he was dreading to talk to.

The door swung open and she was greeted by a face she'd only seen on TV. Tony Stark smiled at her, muttering an excuse me, walked away whistling. She tilted her head and looked at Peter, who had gotten up to close the door.

"Mind if I come in? Can I distract the scholar for two minutes?" Her voice was sugary sweet but her eyes betrayed her frustration.

"Sure, come on in." He opened the door fully. She came in, slamming it shut. She thrust the tiny tetrapack container she held towards him. Twisting it, he saw it was a juice box. Peter raised a single eyebrow.

"Since you want to act so childish." She snarked, stabbing a hole in her own capri sun. "You must be getting such good grades now that you're not studying with me."

"That's not the thing…" he looked away.

"Eye contact, please."

"Look, this just friends thing. I can't do it. I legitimately cannot. First of all, I hate maths, and second, even if I didn't, I can't focus on anything but you. Anytime you tell me about how cute that guy in psych is or how that girl in ethics helped you I actually go ballistic. Totally creepy, I know. I want you to be my girlfriend, but since that is not possible. That goddamn mole on your chin keeps following me, and I just wanna kiss you-" he was interrupted in his rant by her lips on his.

3 seconds later, she broke away, smiling from ear to ear. Peter was still in shock, made catatonic by the fact that YN HAD JUST KISSED HIM.

Before he could say anything, she was kissing him again, dragging him forward by the shirt.

Patting his pockets, Tony checked for his wallet to pay for the can from the vending machine when he realised he'd probably left it behind, showing Peter a photograph of Pepper he carried that was so old, it was ripping at the edges.

"Fuck." He turned around, hoping the kids wouldn't be fighting. He had enough white hairs trying to break up Morgan's kindergarten fights. No one had warned him kids would be so much trouble.

Except Pepper, of course. She really was the best.

Their fervent making out was interrupted by the door swinging open, Tony's voice drifting into the room.

"You seen my wallet? Can't lose that photo… Ms.Potts made sure every other copy was destroyed, I swear the woman is more vain than me-OH MY GOD OKAY I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT."

YN, turning around to lash the person interrupting with her fiery tongue tripped and fell when she saw who it was, dragging Peter, who she held by the shirt, down with her. They landed in a heap on the floor.

Tony grabbed his wallet, put a finger on his lips and walked away, closing the door behind him.

"Wanna get that coffee now or…?"

"I may have another capri sun. I'm too embarrassed to go out now."

YN laughed and pecked him on the cheek.

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