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foodieforthoughts · 4 years ago

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Sand and Stars - Chapter Six

Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC x OMC

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: 18+, fluff, implied smut, angst, mentions of war, military technicalities

A/N: We are back to Captain Sy and Sgt Liv and they are adorable together. But! It’s not always sunshine and rainbows, right? A big thank you to @thelastsock for being the best beta ever!

<Chapter Five

Title: Captain Six

“We have support from the locals. Not all of them. But plenty.”

Sy nodded in understanding as Liv informed him about their recent advancements with the villagers. She was dressed in her fatigues, her hair neatly tied in a bun and standing with her hands behind her back. She stood confidently beside Sy’s Lieutenant, the soft city girl disappearing under the strong demeanor of a soldier.

“They want to stay hidden for the time being. But they trust us.” Pepps added, his gloved hands holding the straps of his vest.

“It won’t turn out like the teacher from last year?” Sy asked, glancing from Pepps to Olivia. He remembered the horrible incident where the one person who had decided to help them had been charred to death. He had reached the school to witness a wailing woman and spectators watching as the burnt corpse was being taken to shelter by his brother. The deceased’s wife was shouting curses at them which still to this day kept ringing in Sy’s ears.

“Not currently.” The confidence in Liv’s voice had faltered, her tone dropping an octave. She looked at Pepps nervously with pursed lips.

The Captain let out a sigh. He rubbed his beard and brought his arms up to cross them over his chest. Glancing at the soldiers standing in front of him, he leaned back on his chair. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

Pepps picked up his gun from the chair and left the office, throwing a nod towards the Captain. Sy watched his Lieutenant walk out the door, leaving only him and Liv in the office. Away from prying eyes, Liv relaxed her shoulders and stood at ease. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she yawned while looking at Sy from the corner of her eyes.

An amused smile crept up on Sy’s bearded face. “Tired?”

Dragging another yawn out of her mouth, Liv smiled lazily at him. “I have been up since…I don’t know… Yesterday? Noon?”

“You had the night shift.” Sy remarked. He had noticed her posted at the barracks with Sloan as he was returning back to his room. She had been animatedly describing something to her comrade, laughing as Sloan had snorted in return.

“I could really take a nice massage.” She rubbed her neck while rolling her shoulders.

Sy smiled at his girl. He was absolutely enamored with the red-haired, gun wielding beauty. A week ago, he had finally kissed her tantalizing lips after agonizing over the thought for so long. He had felt his heart swell, hypothetical butterflies fluttering in his belly. She had tasted sweet; her soft supple lips had glided perfectly against his. The dipping sun had casted a soft glow on her face, making her hair shine like tendrils of lustrous copper.

“Come here.” He commanded with a flick of his hand. Liv raised an eyebrow at him with her hand resting on her neck. Sy tilted his head with a smile as he waited for Liv to move. With a moment of hesitation, she took slow steps towards him. In the week that had followed after their first kiss, they had stolen some more chaste kisses around the camp. Both of them, without voicing their choices, had resorted to keep their budding relationship on the down low. Even if two of their own Sergeants were parading around, openly declaring their love for each other, Sy and Liv could not risk that kind of behavior. They were leaders of their units after all. As much as Sy would love to kiss Liv out in the open, there was a decorum to maintain and Liv agreed.

“Close the door first.” Sy nearly chuckled as Liv’s eyes widened and she hurried towards the worn-out wooden door to his office. Swiftly shutting it close, Liv walked back to him. Sy glanced at her expectant eyes looking down at him. He spread his legs out on the chair and opened his arms, inviting her to sit on his lap.

Liv shook her head at him, rolling her eyes and gracing him with her beautiful smile before climbing on his lap. She straddled him, her hands circling his neck as Sy looked into her golden orbs. He placed a peck on her lips and brought his hands up behind her to work on her tensed shoulders. He pressed down gently on her aching muscles, which elicited a low moan from her. The mellifluous undertone of her voice stirred an arousal in his loins, her thighs rubbing against his crotch not making it any better.

“Now where would you get your massage back home?” He asked, distracting himself with releasing the taut muscles of their tension.

“There’s this place in Tribeca that I frequent when I am on leave.”

Sy felt Liv’s body ease against his as he kneaded his way through her back. He watched as she closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of relaxation. Her warm breath washed over his face as Liv let out appreciative mewls as he rubbed the aching spot behind her neck. She clutched his t-shirt tightly in her hands as he increased the pressure on the sore spot. Her hips jerked forward, rubbing against his groin making Sy take in a sharp breath.

“Easy there, little birdie.” Sy breathed out. He brought one hand on her cheek, stroking his thumb over her cheekbone and making her open her eyes to look at him. A glint of mischief danced in her whiskey-colored eyes matched by the quirk of her lips. She rocked her hips lightly against his whilst bringing her hand to caress the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

A shuddering breath escaped Sy’s lips as Liv’s crotch rubbed against his waking arousal. He brought both of his hands down to her hips, grabbing them tightly and stilling her from performing her ministrations on him. Her lips drew out in a pout, her bottom lip sticking out in disapproval.

Sy would have wanted nothing but to take her in his office. Fleeting thoughts about her sensuous, naked body sprawled beneath him had made him jerk off in the privacy of his room. Imaginations had run particularly wild when two nights ago, Sy had pulled Liv into the empty gym hall in the dead of the night. He had pushed her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head, capturing her in place. He was addicted to the feel of her hands on his chest, her lips on his and the breathy moans she elicited. Their chaste kisses had turned to a steamy make-out with tongue rolling against each other, hands grabbing at every inch of their bodies. He had kissed down her neck, pulling her shirt aside to run his warm tongue over her collarbone while Liv had palmed him over his shorts.

Sy knew they would have crossed the line if it wouldn’t have been for the night patrolling unit to come running down the stairs, just outside the gym.

“I think I should retire to my quarters.” Liv commented, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder. “I need a long night’s sleep.” She muttered against his skin, yawning again.

Sy ran his hand soothingly over her back. He held her close to his body, listening to her breathing as she drifted in and out of sleep. He was aware she was overworked. Besides running their main objective of fetching the food truck, she had also immersed herself in the work of the Special Forces. Liv made sure to go out to the village and speak to the inhabitants with Sy’s men, trying to understand their problems and sympathizing with them. To add to her schedule, Sy and Liv woke up early most mornings to catch the sunrise whilst drinking tea. It was like a routine for them and Sy wasn’t complaining. Although everything was sunshine and roses for them at the moment, he also wanted her to open up to him.

Sy had spilled about his entire life in front of her. He did not want to keep secrets from her, and he wanted to know hers. His life was like an open book to her now but all he could do was read the title of hers. Liv was a closed off person, hiding behind snarky comebacks and friendly banter. Sy had tried asking about her life back home, but all he could gather was that she had a younger brother and her parents, all residing in New York.

He listened to her snore lightly as her arms fell down from around his neck. She felt feather light against his body, her lean thighs resting effortlessly over his thick ones. He couldn’t let her fall asleep on his lap for the night, but he decided to let her take a quick nap for a few minutes.

“You are so comfortable.” She mumbled after a few minutes. “Like a life-size teddy bear.”

Sy chuckled softly. Liv turned her face on his shoulder and started peppering kisses along Sy’s neck. He breathed in slowly, goosebumps rising on his arms. His shoulders were circled by Liv’s arms again, her hands resting lightly at the back of his neck. She left a wet trail of kisses from under his earlobe to the crook of his neck. Sy closed his eyes as desire stirred within him. He felt her breasts press against his chest as Liv arched her back while blowing her hot breath on his warm skin.

“Liv,” he drawled her name out. His hands rested on her waist pulling her closer to him.

Sy wanted to give his all to her. He wanted her to be his in ways more than one. But he knew so little about her. He wanted to connect to her, mind and body. Sy understood he was seen as someone who would sleep around, whoring his way around town. He was anything but.

“I don’t know anything about you.” He whispered out loud stilling Olivia in his arms.

She pushed herself away from him to stare at him. “What do you mean?”

Sy took a deep breath. He knew he would sound like an insistent, clingy boyfriend if he barraged her with questions about her life. Maybe it was too soon for them, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to know her.

“I don’t know where you live and I’m not talking about the city.” He adds as her mouth opens to interject. “What about your family? Your friends? Your life outside the army?”

“Where is this coming from?” She tilted her head to the side and rested her hands on his chest.

“I told you about my first time in high school and so many embarrassing childhood memories. Things I haven’t told anyone before. Things people don’t expect me to remember.” He shook his head at himself, overwhelmed by his own vulnerability.

Olivia’s eyes softened as he blabbered about himself. She placed a hand on his cheek, gently rubbing his soft beard. “I feel honored to know such private details about your life. I’m not hiding anything.” He leaned against her hand, nodding in agreement. “Okay, so, I live in Brooklyn, not with my family. I have a whole of two friends outside the army and one distant cousin in Minneapolis. Schmidt is my best friend, as you must have noticed, and I didn’t go to college because I joined the army right after I graduated from high school.”

“You didn’t go to college?”

“Did you?” Her eyes widened at him.

Sy rubbed the back of his neck and adjusted in his seat. “I have a degree in political science.” He watched Liv’s mouth drop open and she blinked several times.

“Wow. You just got a whole lot sexier, Captain Syverson.” She leaned in to plant a kiss on his lips. “Lot more intelligent than silly me.”

Sy laughed at her silliness. He placed both of his hands on her cheeks and gazed at her, his eyes tracing every details of her face. His thumb grazed over her lips. He felt content with the new information about her life, but a particular question kept nagging him. “Were you with anyone before me?”

He watched as she shifted awkwardly on his lap. Her eyes dropped down to focus on his chest, her mouth pressing into a thin line. He looked at her with expectant eyes practically hearing the wheels turning in her mind.

“Everyone has a past.” She said, the mirth in her voice disappearing with her finger twisting in his t-shirt. “Let’s just say, for now, I shouldn’t have messed with someone’s feelings and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”

Sy could see she was uncomfortable talking about it. She refused to look him in the eye while she spoke, fixating on tracing circles on his chest instead. He brought his finger under her chin to make her look up. Her eyes held veiled emotions, silently pleading him to not coax her into talking about it any further. He smiled at her softly, nudging her nose with his.

“Okay.” He whispered, pecking her lips reassuringly. “Now you should go to bed. Food truck retrieval tomorrow.”

Sy let Liv climb off his lap, an emptiness filling his being at the loss of warmth from her body. He raked his gaze over the curve of her body as she stretched her arms above her head.

“See you in the morning?” She asked, walking towards the door. Her hand rested on the latch, waiting for his answer.

Sy nodded at her, watching as she opened the door and walked out into the corridor. The bustling sounds of the camp greeted his ears, bringing him back to the present, away from the cocoon he had with Liv.

That was twenty hours ago. The scorching desert heat beat down on him as they hurriedly drove to Camp Warhorse. Sy ached for those hours now. He wanted nothing more than to share more about her life. Engulf himself in her presence again. Comms blaring, commands coming from every direction. The SOS message from Echo team assigned to the food truck still rang in his ears.

"Chopper hit. We're under attack."

Sy’s heart was beating in his chest, thumping against his ribcage. Their engines roared as he pressed down on the accelerator, blowing sand as his tires skidded along the dirt road.

Blood chilled in his veins when the second message came through, clear in the chaos.

"Repeat, under attack. 3 wounded. 1 KIA."

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daedalusdavinci · 2 years ago

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never say i never do anything for the ask games. riddlebat or bruharv for the ship thing

iiim gonna do r/ddlebat bc bruharv has too many layers to just lump into the same post i think and also this is more likely to wind up in the r/ddlebat tag on accident

send me a ship and ill tell you

who hogs the duvet

bruce. the man needs his pressure and weighted blankets

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

edward. he texts bruce like. constantly. and its really annoying. hes been insufferable ever since he figured out bruce was batman

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

easily edward. bruce has the more extravagant gifts but edwards far more creative with it because he doesnt have the money to burn

who gets up first in the morning

maybe edward but its not like. by a lot. bruce refuses to wake up until late oclock every day and edward will wake up just to spend more time trying to cuddle his way into the blankets bruce stole in the middle of the night

who suggests new things in bed

edward bc he has less impulse control and will just say things and will especially say things if he thinks itll embarrass bruce (it never does)

who cries at movies

i think pixar movies get bruce. i think its just the burden he has to carry as a father. i dont think edward cries at movies often bc hes too conscious of the fact that theyre just fictional nonsense. crying is for his OWN dramatics

who gives unprompted massages

edward bc hes touchy and bruce isnt and bruce desperately needs it and its a good excuse to get his hands on him in a way bruce can deal with

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

edward gets really fussy. bruce worries, but not as much, and hes not as helpful. edward is also not necessarily that helpful but he hovers a lot and he tries

who gets jealous easiest

edward. he hates it when other people steal his things

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

we all know bruce listens to nirvana we dont need to get into all the reasons hes cringe we know

who collects something unusual

edward collects puzzles so??? but bruce has weird eccentric rich people collections probably so????????

who takes the longest to get ready

edward but not by as much as you would think

who is the most tidy and organized

im going to say bruce but less because bruce is and more because alfred forces him to be

who gets most excited about the holidays

bruce because its an excuse to rope his kids into spending time with him. jason you HAVE to come home for the holidays its the HOLIDAYS etc etc

who is the big spoon/little spoon

ofc edward is the little spoon have you seen him

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

they are equally nightmares it is quite literally the foundation of their relationship

who starts the most arguments

edward, largely because he talks more and also because he likes to say things that antagonize bruce in order to maximize attention

who suggests that they buy a pet

neither of them need to because bruces kids are dragging in new ones every month

what couple traditions they have

cases and puzzles

what tv shows they watch together

edward is personally responsible for getting bruce hooked on really bad detective shows that they treat with all the vitriol of a bad reality show. edward is also trying to get bruce into true crime with the same intentions but its not quite as successful

what other couple they hang out with

for absolute shits and giggles im gonna say selina and talia bc i think itd be great

how they spend time together as a couple

its a lot of antagonizing each other either like actually or playfully depending on if its enemies or enemies to lovers

who made the first move

edward. naturally.

who brings flowers home

bruce (he uses flower code and eddie nearly cries)

who is the best cook

edward LOL and hes not even that good

#asks #ashysiashy

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years ago

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Double Heart | Chapter Eight ~ Haldir

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Pairing: Haldir x OFC

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 3620

Warnings: Mild language, tw ptsd

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A/n Happy early Thursday morning! Hope you have a good day <3

Cosima’s right arm grips around me like a vice. Her left arm rests gingerly on her leg. Baranor did what he could, but I imagine it is still painful to move the arm around and irritate the injury. To jostle her as little as possible, I ride as smoothly as I can. Faervel seems to sense that he needs to put extra care into the force with which his hooves hit the ground. When we hit an unavoidable jolt, I hear Cosima’s sharp intake of breath and instantly regret causing her pain. At one point, the hand curled against my stomach begins to shake, and I want to stop the horse. I want to pause and look her in the eye and swear to do better next time. I’ll watch more, fight harder, move faster, keep her safe. I want to explain to her my revitalized resolve—nothing will get to her now. She doesn’t need to worry, because I’ll do better.

But of course, I can’t do any of that.

And I definitely shouldn’t. It’s strange, feeling this strongly about the well-being of one measly human. But in truth, I’ve become quite fond of Cosima in our short time together. Maybe it’s because I don’t spend much time with humans, but I find her humor refreshing, her kindness captivating, and her wide range of emotions infuriatingly confusing. I can’t stop myself from seeking her out.

And I can’t stop myself from hoping she decides to return home with us.

I sigh. I should send her to ride with Orophin. I’m paying too much attention to her, thinking too much, allowing myself to become distracted. But the idea of sending her away, of distancing her from my care, makes me to tense. I have a feeling I would be just as distracted if she weren’t behind me. Inwardly, I remind myself to focus on my surroundings, putting it into the frame of keeping my companions safe. The closer we get to the Imladris border—and thus their border patrols—the lower the likelihood of us running into more orcs. As it is, we are too far away for Elrond’s patrols for comfort and I urge myself to remain vigilant. I can’t take any chances.

There’s a noise to my right—just pebbles dislodged by the quick feet of a rabbit, but Cosima’s human senses can’t find the source of the moment. She jumps, clinging even tighter to me, and looks around wildly, breath racing. Without thinking, I take one hand from the reins and wrap it around the hand she holds in a fist against my stomach.

Elves don’t usually engage in physical contact outside of family and romantic partners. At most, warriors will clasp each other at the elbow briefly to commemorate a job well done or to celebrate a victory. But she is human, I reason, trying to puzzle out my strange response. Humans touch each other all the time—they hug each other, hold each other, press kisses to the cheeks of those they care for. Part of comforting a human is offering them a physical lifeline, something tangible and solid that they can hold on to.

“It’s alright,” I try to soothe, not holding out hope that I’m any good at it. The wardens I’ve dedicated my life to don’t usually require soothing. “It’s just a rabbit—I saw it running off. It climbed over the rocks and caused a few of the smaller ones to fall down the hill.”

I wish I could turn around and face her. I want to look into her eyes, study her face, and see if my words have had any effect. I want to know that the fear has left her, see the relief of security smooth the tension in her brow.

She takes a couple deep breaths, and I encourage myself to take them with her. It never hurts to settle one’s heart. Then, a pressure against my shoulder blade. She’s resting her head there, I realize with a start. I stiffen automatically, not at all used to the contact. I try to relax. If it’s what she needs, I can try it. Once I get over the initial shock, I don’t dislike this feeling at all—in fact, it’s quite nice to be here for her like this.

“Okay,” she breathes. She sounds exhausted.

I weigh my options. Could we chance stopping early tonight? Would the rest result in quicker progress tomorrow? No, I decide, knowing the original plan is the best. Each of us will feel better once we are securely inside Elrond’s borders. If that means some discomfort now, so be it.

With that in mind, I push Faervel to go even faster, wanting to race towards Imladris with all haste.

{***}

I see the tension in everyone’s shoulders when we stop to make camp. Each of them carries the weight of this morning’s attack, the human’s most visibly. Since the moment Cosima left my horse, she’s been at Alexander’s side. I was right about human comforting tactics—his arm hangs around her shoulders and she lays her head against his chest. The sight is strange, and a little disquieting. Elves are so unused to seeing such blatant displays of physical affection.

For his part, Alexander also looks quite shaken. His hair, usually well-kept, sticks in all directions and his eyes dart from side to side constantly, never finding rest. He clings to Cosima as tightly as she holds on to him. While the rest of us are seasoned in the unpleasantries of battle, this is their first encounter with violence—that they can recall, that is.

I clear my throat, drawing the attention of the camp. “I will stand first watch with Baranor. Everyone else, get some sleep.” I address my brothers directly, then. “I will wake you at the halfway point.”

We waste no time. Baranor draws his sword and takes the East side of camp. I mirror his stance on the West. We found a relatively secure spot for the night — a small valley with a clearing of grass backed up to a rocky slope of mountainside. There is only one entrance to where the others sleep, unless someone were to jump from the rocks above. To prevent this from happening, Baranor and I pick points high enough that we could see any attempts to either enter our camp or ambush one of our watch stations. Before I know it, the sun sinks over the horizon and we are plunged into darkness.

{***}

Baranor wakes the others, and once Rumil comes to take my spot, I trek the short distance to the center of our camp. I lay on the now unoccupied mat next to the mountainside — across the small area, Baranor has already passed into sleep. Just as I stretch out, getting comfortable, my eyes meet Cosima’s.

She stares at the rock across the small cleaning from her, expression distant and glazed.

I call her name quietly, getting her attention without waking Alexander or disturbing Baranor. She should have nodded off hours ago. “Can you not sleep?”

She shakes her head and, even from here, I can see the exhaustion in her eyes. “It’s silly,” she whispers. I raise my eyebrows, hoping she’ll explain. “I know we’re relatively safe. I know there are always two people on lookout and I know you all have plenty of weapons. But I’m still so scared.” Her voice wavers. “I can’t remember a time in my life when I was attacked like that. Every time I close my eyes I see those…things.” She bites out the word, shuddering. “What were they?”

I sigh. I should have known she wouldn’t find peaceful rest in her current state. I prop myself up on an elbow, trying to make myself seem as assured as possible. My wardens tend to feel more confident when I seem confident—maybe it will help her, too. “They were orcs, some of the most evil beings in this realm.”

“And they wanted to kill us?”

“Yes.”

“Why? What did we do?”

“Nothing,” I shrug, at a loss for the reasoning of those foul beasts. “They are bred for evil, they desire it above all else. If they have the chance to kill, they will take it.”

She shivers again and throws a look over her shoulder towards the entrance of the clearing. “That’s terrifying.”

“They will not get that close to you again,” I swear. I really shouldn’t. I can’t say for sure—they’re no way I can be absolutely positive an orc won’t attack her again. But I do know that as long as it is within my power, I will do everything possible to make what I just said the truth.

She raises an eyebrow dubiously and I know that, even in her fearful and tired state, she sees through the logic in my statement. Even though I was just questioning the validity of my words, I find myself with the overwhelming need to prove them to her—and to myself. I stand, pulling my mat with me, and step around her, dropping the mat between where she lays and the entrance to the clearing.

“There,” I nod, laying back on my mat. “Anything that wants to get to you will have to challenge me first.”

Breath hitches in her throat. Her lip quivers, a shine glints in her eyes. I freeze. Oh Valar, where did I go wrong this time? But when she addresses me—albeit in a shaky voice—she sounds pleased. “You don’t have to do that.”

Relieved that she has one, accepted my offer and two, doesn’t seem to resent me for it, I smile. “It’s my job. Now, please close your eyes and try to fall asleep. I will wake you if there is need.”

She wavers for a moment and I put a hint of my Marchwarden sternness behind the gaze I level back. The edges of her lips quirk into a tentative smile and her eyes slide shut. She pulls her—my— cloak tighter around her shoulders and, in a voice so quiet I can barely hear it, whispers, “thank you.”

I settle on my back, keeping my sword and bow within easy reach, as I do every night. And, though I just told Cosima to go to sleep, I stay awake longer than I intend, watching the stars and listening to the sounds of the mountains. She was right—there is much beauty here. There is no civilization for miles, no hints of light to obscure the vastness of the constellations. As an elfling, I used to love staring at the stars. Even in my early days of the guard and battle, I would pass long nights gazing at the sky. When did I stop? When did the love of beauty for beauty’s sake leave me?

I hear the deep, even breaths indicating a human has fallen asleep and know that Cosima has finally given in to her exhaustion. I follow not long after, the soft light of the stars falling away behind my closed eyes.

{***}

The day is marked by easy travel. By my estimate, we will reach Imladris sometime tomorrow evening. It cannot come quickly enough.

Just as the sun is starting to set, we come across a small cave I have used in the past when traveling with various companies. Orophin sees it too and gives a triumphant call from his spot in the line. A cave means we can chance a fire, which means we can have meat tonight—if we can catch it.

About five hundred feet from the cave, I dismount, signaling for Orophin to do the same. I hand the reins to Cosima, give Faervel a quick pat, and raise my voice loudly enough for the others to hear. “We’ll make sure the cave is clear—the rest of you, wait here.”

The nerves, which seemed dormant in Cosima for the majority of the day, creep back into her features. Her hold on the reins tightens. I attempt to reassure her. “We’ll be back in five minutes. Stay with the others.”

I want to stay longer, to stay by her side until she feels safe, but I know it will be better for everyone once we’re settled in the cave. So I draw my sword and join Orophin at the yawning entrance.

The cave is too small to be used long-term, so it is commonly claimed by travelers who only intend to stay the night. The ceiling is plenty high for humans, but as elves, Orophin and I must take care not to stretch too high. In some places, I can feel the smooth rock graze the top of my head, dragging strands of hair out of place. But aside from that mild annoyance, no threats lie inside and I hurry to return to the others and give them the good news.

Rumil, knowing the expression on my face, grins and hops down from Roch, setting the horse to graze while he excitedly enters the cave to drop his packs. I roll my eyes, though not without fondness, at my brother’s exuberance. I quicken my pace, eager to settle the others for the night and go hunting so we can have a proper meal. As soon as I set Cosima’s feet on the ground and put Faervel to graze, I can go in search of rabbits or squirrels.

I am a few feet from Cosima when Alexander steps into my line of sight. He reaches his arms up to his friend. She smiles warmly at him, places her hands on his shoulders, and lets him ease her down from the horse. It’s a bit jerky, honestly, and I worry that her feet hit the ground with too much force. One has to be careful when helping another down from a higher place—if not, the person could suffer injury. Careless.

“Alexander,” I call. He looks put out but nonetheless inclines his head in my direction. “Leave your supplies in the cave and then meet me out here. I am taking you with me to hunt.”

He sputters. “What? No! I’m tired and I don’t even want to learn how to hunt. Take one of your brothers.”

I feel my eyes narrow. “Regardless if you would like to face the facts or not, you are in this world. And as such, you will need to learn skills to aid your time here, however long that may be. Cosima has learned how to care for the horses and ride and scout her surroundings. You will learn to hunt.” The human tries to protest again, and I raise my chin, none too pleased with having to justify my decision. “As long as you are under my care you will follow my orders. Am I clear?”

Beside him, Cosima’s eyes grow wide. She darts her gaze between myself and Alexander, watching our exchange. I raise an eyebrow at the man. It will not be me who breaks first. I have centuries of practice.

Predictably, Alexander cracks, breaking my gaze and nodding stiffly. He pulls away from Cosima and stalks into the cave, taking a few bags with him.

Baranor passes me on his way up the path—I’d nearly forgotten he was here. He lowers his voice to a volume the humans won’t detect. “He is not one of your wardens, Haldir.”

“As long as he travels in my company, he travels under my command,” I grit back, more frustration in my tone than is necessary. I work to push the emotion aside and stride forward, dealing with Faervel while I wait for Alexander.

Cosima hasn’t left. She stands, dwarfed by Faervel’s tall frame, gently brushing out his coat. There’s tension in her shoulders and I approach her almost hesitantly. I think I angered her.

She quickly confirms my suspicions.

“You didn’t have to be so rude to him.” She doesn’t take her eyes from my horse.

I purse my lips. I just need to make her understand. “He was being insubordinate.”

“Okay, but he’s not your subordinate,” she shoots back, voice rising in irritation.

I don’t quite know what to say. These humans don’t know how my job works, so their reaction is to be expected….But even Baranor commented on my behavior…was I wrong? Even if I did perhaps misuse my tone, I still can’t have someone openly refusing to do what I say. It’s a matter of security. Say he disobeyed me in the heat of battle? Someone could pay for his choice with their life. I can’t allow situations to pass now that would embolden him to disobey me later.

Cosima sighs, shaking her head. When she speaks, her voice is tight with disapproval. “I’ll finish the horses. You get to your hunt.”

I swallow. It seems I’ve angered her to the point where she wishes to cast me from her presence. I must respect that, then. “I will send Rumil to guard you.”

She nods once, still not looking at me.

I spare her one last glance then make towards the cave, feeling very unsure of myself. As Marchwarden, I’ve learned to make difficult, sometimes unpopular, decisions. People’s reaction to them usually doesn’t bother me…but something about the way Cosima wouldn’t even look at me, the frustration in her tone…it doesn’t sit well.

Rumil is already at the mouth of the cave, headed outside with a snack for Roch. I instruct him to stay with Cosima while I am gone, and he agrees easily. The two of them have been friends from the start. I’d wager he has never upset her as I have.

Alexander is waiting, too, looking annoyed. I try to remind myself to be nicer towards him, but can’t quite manage it. Something about his demeanor just irks me. But the hunting excursion will be good, I remind myself. It will allow me to get a better read on this human, to figure out where he stands and what his motivations are. With that in mind, I jerk my head to the rocks, calling him forward. “Let’s go.”

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I don’t take Alexander far, but we do have to leave the noise of camp to find animals suitable for food. The human trudges behind me, probably scaring away every rodent within a mile. Why must the race of man be so loud?

“Roll your foot from heel to toe when you walk rather than stomping down,” I instruct. To my surprise, he actually follows my advice. He’s still not as silent as an elf, but there is definitely an improvement.

A silence settles between us. When he breaks it, there is a vulnerability in his voice I did not expect to hear. “Is Cosima really going to be okay?”

Baranor had assured me of the fact and I know from my years of battle that the wound is not severe, so I am confident in my answer. “Yes. I think more damage was done to her feelings than her arm. She takes things quite deeply to heart. It will take time for those scars to heal.”

I’ve offended him. He scoffs, expression morphing into a glare. “And that’s bad?”

Now, I grit my teeth. He seems always on the prowl for some reason to dislike me, and I don’t appreciate him twisting my words about Cosima to use against me. I throw his accusation right back. “I am not the one questioning her intelligence and calling her naive.”

“That’s taken out of context!”

“And in what context are your words favorable?”

He seethes, and I find a strand of amusement in the differences between our demeanors. I stand calm and cool as ever while he glares up at me, mouth pulled into a grimace, face going hot in anger.

“You know what,” he grits out, hands clenching into fists. “Don’t go on defending her. Don’t get too attached. Because after yesterday, I’ve got no doubt in my mind that I’m getting out of here. And Cosima’s coming with me.”

I scoff. “You cannot force her.”

“I won’t have to.” He exhales, an assured serenity settling on his face. For the first time since our argument began, I feel wary. “That attack broke whatever spell you all have put on her. She’ll leave willingly. I guarantee it.”

Maybe it’s the arrogant twist in his smile, maybe it’s the stress of the day finally hitting me, maybe it’s just because he’s been an ass since the day he arrived and I would like nothing more than to knock him to the ground and teach him to have some respect. Whatever the reason, I feel the cold dread creeping through my bones colliding with a white-hot anger that sears through my chest. It takes everything in me not to let the composed mask slip from my face.

Despite my efforts, Alexander knows he’s hit his mark. He can tell he’s gotten a reaction out of me, and this pleases him to no end. He waves a hand forward, gesturing to the wide expanse of the path before us. “Lead on, Marchwarden. People need to eat.”

I want to challenge him.

But that is not respectable behavior of a leader, nor polite treatment of a human under my protection. So I call on every ounce of maturity and discipline I possess and turn on my heel, continuing the hunt.

And though we have good fortune in our search and I should be pleased, I am too focused on Alex’s promise to share in the enjoyment.

Cosima choosing to leave is a very real possibility.

And that hurts me more than it should.

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just-a-creep-babe · 4 years ago

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I match you with: Jane the Killer

With how madly in love Jeff was with you, there was no way in hell you would’ve been able to get away without some kind of outside help

Jane, knowing and loathing Jeff after being one of his many (many) victims, knew what it would take to save you

She was able to free you & give you a safe place to lay low for a while, which is actually how your relationship began c:

After spending time with you every day, she started seeing why he was so enamored with you

But, of course, knowing what you’d just been through, she was reluctant to make any moves

Homegirl wanted to give you all the time you needed to heal, after all

So she kept her distance—pretending to ignore the way your smile made her heart flutter & the way your lips always seemed to draw her attention

Without realizing, she ended up overdoing it

She wanted to spare you both from her developing feelings, but in her attempts, she ended up being way too cold & aloof

It’s only when you confronted her about avoiding you all the time that she finally came clean :”)

She made sure you didn’t feel any pressure at all to be with her + made it abundantly clear that she just needed to get this confession off her chest

She‘s, admittedly, surprised and absolutely elated when you tell her you’re ready for a new relationship

She’ll take things at a ~snail’s pace~ from the very beginning to make sure you’re comfortable with everything

She’ll also make sure she knows all about your boundaries so she doesn’t accidentally cross any of them :”)

Highkey drinks her respect women juice every 👏single 👏day 👏so you can bet your tush she’ll give you all the space you need when ya need it

She’s a great listener too—always super attentive + great at empathizing & validating your feelings <3

She’ll do her best to fulfill your needs to make up for all of the bad relationships you’ve had to deal with in the past

*Cough* Jeff *cough*

She just thinks you deserve way better than what you’ve been given & wants to make it up somehow, y’know? 🥰🥰

She fucking adores how soft & sweet you look in the clothes you wear

Loves the mix of delicate and feminine with that classic, natural tone to it ☺️👌

You just have such a cute style—every time she sees you she has to resist smothering your face in lovely little kissies uwu

She admires how, after everything you’ve been through, you’re still not afraid of being yourself & experiencing vulnerability/emotional depth

While she typically listens to rock & heavier types of music, she’ll try to get into classical music for you—and whenever she’s too worked up or stressed & you’re not there to calm her down, she’ll put on a track that reminds her of you & it’ll immediately soothe her

You’re just so lovely, she loves you to bits 🥺✨

Loves lazy days where she’ll prepare some tea or hot chocolate and snuggle up w/ you on the couch under a big warm blanket while you play animal crossing

Because of how attentive she is, one way or another, whether you tell her or she finds out on her own, she’ll learn about your past with your eating disorder

She trusts that you’re much healthier now & can look after yourself, but she’ll still watch out if you start showing signs that you might be re-experiencing some symptoms

And she loves cooking healthy food with/for you so she can make sure you’re nice & full of them good nutrients ^^

She’s a pretty decent cook, but she does mess up sometimes, so she’ll either come to you for help, or y’all will just order takeout while watching some old-timey cartoons :3

It’s actually a Sunday tradition for y’all to wake up & enjoy breakfast while watching cartoons ^^

It’s a super comforting ritual; the stress of the week just melts away & you can both enjoy each other’s presence in peace <3

And after that, she’ll take you downtown to scour second hand shops & y’all will spend the day window-shopping/exploring out & about :>

If anyone dares to make misogynistic comments or try to flirt with you while you’re together, she will end them

Not in your presence though, ofc

No, while in front of you, she’ll just as easily shut them down & humiliate them so bad they’ll immediately regret it

Homegirl’s got some claws and she’s not afraid to show them, especially when your comfort is at stake

She wants you to be as happy & carefree as possible; even if she knows you can handle yourself & are mostly unfazed by what other people think, there’s no way in hell she’s gonna let others try to bring you down

She’s sUPER protective of you tbh

Although she can’t always hang around & watch anime w/ ya sometimes because of how busy she is, she‘ll always make time in her schedule to participate in some of the hobbies you enjoy ^^

She gets way too frustrated trying to sew and it’s actually kind of cute & funny when she tries lmfaoo, but like I mentioned, she enjoys cooking/baking & she also really likes drawing

Seriously, she loves art & is pretty skilled at it too!

She makes for quite the teacher ;)

And even though she’s got a personal vendetta against sewing, she’ll still encourage you by looking up cool patterns & designs for clothing inspiration to try out

Wants 👏to 👏see 👏you 👏flourish 👏

She’s sO damn proud of the progress you’ve made to get to the point where you are now

She knows things haven’t always been easy, which is why she’s always there for you & gives you as much time & attention as you need

She also does everything in her power to keep Jeff from finding you again

And if it ever came down to it, she’d fight tooth & nail to make sure you safely got away from him

Y’all honestly have bonded over similar traumas & bad experiences

She also hasn’t had it easy, so she understands what you’ve been through & can empathize really well to your experiences

Appreciates & admires your strength, bravery, confidence & optimism so damn much, you have no idea :”)

Overall? Best gf 🥺💞💗💖

NSFW

As I’ve mentioned, Jane takes things as s-l-o-w-l-y as need be to make sure you’re feeling alright before going any further

Sex is definitely not at the top of her list of priorities

She values your comfort & safety above all

So it actually takes a decent while until y’all get together in bed, especially if you don’t typically initiate things

And she’s extra careful, extra caring & extra attentive to your needs all throughout

Reassures you ~multiple~ times that you don’t need to go all the way & can stop anytime you want

She takes care of all your needs before even considering her own

Seriously just wants to make it the best experience she can for you <3

When she finds out it’s your first time with a woman, she can’t help but get some devious ideas for the future 😈

Wants to show you how much better than men women are at pleasuring ladies~

Ngl, she can get a little cocky about her skills in the bedroom, but it’s a well-earned attitude 👀

The more y’all sleep together, the less afraid/reluctant she’ll be & the more confident she’ll grow with the way she touches you

And if you wanna experiment with anything? She’ll gladly take suggestions uwu

You might have to do a bit of convincing before trying anything too rough though, because she doesn’t wanna hurt you

But, ya know, she also wants you to be satisfied with your sex life, so she likely won’t flat-out say no to anything

There will be safe words however

Also if you ever wanna do penetration, she’s killer with a strap-on, just sayin 👀💦💦

Highkey leans towards being dominant cause she likes the control

And also,, being too vulnerable isn’t her fave, y’know?

She would totes make an exception for you if ya wanted to be on top, but she knows you’re pretty submissive, so it works out perfectly 😘

She loves how cute you look all panting & flustered beneath her~

She gets a lot of pleasure and satisfaction from making you feel good, so you definitely won’t find her complaining if you’re a bit of a pillow princess 😉

Her aftercare btw? Bomb af ☺️☺️

Like,, because she knows you’ve had bad experiences with past partners, she’ll put sO much effort into assuring your happiness & comfort at the end of everything

So she’ll bring you a glass of water, offer plenty of cuddles & praises—hell, homegirl will give you a back AND foot rub if you ask for it

Just wants her princess to be happy <3

Loves you w all her blackened heart 😘

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta matchup #Jane the killer #jane the killer x reader

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago

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Title: Love, Maybe? {31}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Slow, Smoldering, Torturous Burn 😊, Slight angst

Word Count: 4K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 31: Amends

-Chris-

“Then you drizzle some of the chocolate sauce over the top, like this.” He raised the bottle into the air and squeezed some of the sauce out in an elaborate way. Ella giggled as he did it.

“Chawket, yayy.”

“Oh you like chocolate, so let’s add just a little more.” He squeezed a little more before putting the bottle down. “Then, we put some of our melted marshmallows right on top like so.” An extra dollop of the marshmallow plopped on top, and as it did he gave it a sound effect. “Pwak.” Ella laughed again and leaned closer to the plate and stared at his creation with wide eyes.

“Now we add the candy. What candy do you want? We have recess, M&Ms with peanuts because without is just plain chocolate; we also have some coconut shavings and jelly beans. You choose.”

Ella pointed to the recess and the M&Ms without peanuts. “I no wike eanut.”

“No?” She shook her head enthusiastically to showcase her absolute disdain for the nut. He smiled. “Got it.” he took up the bowl of peanut M&Ms and tossed it into the garbage, bowl, and all. “Who needs em’.” She smiled again, and he sprinkled a few plain M&Ms and diced up recess on top.

Once he was finished, he slid the plate in front of her and watched her. “Ta-da and just like that we have breakfast!”

Ella squealed and excitedly clapped her hands. “Weckfast, weckfast!”

“Try it. This is my first time making one of these for someone.” He handed held out her toddler knife and fork, but she bypassed it using her hands to grab a piece of the first half of the treat. Without missing a beat, she buried her face into the mountain of sugary delights and instantly moaned while her eyeballs crossed. He couldn’t help it and let out a hearty laugh; his hand latched across his chest as he heaved trying to catch his breath. When Ella pulled back everything below her nose was smeared with chocolate, marshmallow, and pieces of candy.

“I wike it!” Her shout was loud enough to wake the entire house, and that’s what made it even funnier.

“Oo twy da-da.”

He took a piece off the plate and followed her lead by biting into it. He moaned and nodded his head in agreement. “It’s still as good as I remember.” Ella nodded as she continued eating.

As he ate, he just watched her. He was still in the marvel stage. Everything she did he sat in awe at. Every word out her mouth he smiled at, every look she gave him just put him further and further under her control. He was entirely in love with this little girl, and it happened as quickly as it did with her mother. At the thought of you the memory of last night came flooding back to him along with every ounce of desire he felt for you.

He listened to her chatter and answered as much as he could. She jumped from topic to topic; first it was a bird she saw in the yard, then the tv show she’d just watched, then her excitement about her birthday, then parties, princesses, unicorns, and mermaids. It was incredible how intelligent she was. After thirty minutes she was on a clear sugar high as she danced around on the top of the island still completely covered in chocolate and marshmallow.

“Oh my goodness, what in the world is going on here?” You walked into the kitchen, still dressed in your pajamas. Just like that, his mind flew back to the night before. Your eyes were wide as you took in the state of the kitchen. His eyes were concealed as he took in the state of you. You were beautiful then, but now you had more dangerous curves and an even more sinfully seductive presence. He didn’t know if it was intentional or if it was just you.

“Mama! Mama! Wook, weckfast!” Your smile was so bright then you looked to the plate still on the island, and your eyes bugged out.

“Oh I see, chocolate for breakfast.” Your eyes landed on him and looked away from you and down to the plate.

“Twy it, twy it!”

You approached the island, and Ella sunk down to you. She grasped your cheeks and planted a kiss on your lips. “Mmm, yummy thank you.” Ella nodded and used your chest as a bracing point to stand leaving her tiny chocolate handprints on your shirt. You looked down and nodded. “Ah, double thank you Kristella.”

“Wecome!” You scoffed and looked at the plate.

“What is this?”

“Da-Da do it.”

“Oh, did he? What exactly did da-da do, or think he did?”

He opened his mouth at the subtle jab. “Oh, you have sugar-coated insults, huh?

You smiled and nodded then pointed to the handprints on your shirt. “Yeah, I have a lot of sugar.”

“You sure do.”

“I will have you know that I don’t think I did something. I actually did. This is what my mother made for me every year the day before my birthday for breakfast.” You nodded and examined his handiwork.

“Twy it mama. I wike it,” Ella said with a giggle. You took up a piece off the plate and examined it further.

“What is it exactly?”

“Marshmallow French Toast, with warm spiced chocolate sauce and, roughly diced gourmet peanut butter cups and multicolored Mars & Maurri confection cacao treats,” he responded in his best pretentious voice. Ella laughed loudly at him, and you couldn’t not smile though you tried.

“Cute Evans, very cute.”

“I try.” You smiled and took a bite of the French toast. He was interested in what you thought as the professional. Slowly you chewed as he and Ella sat on the edge of suspense, watching you for any indication to your thoughts about it.

“Well?”

Again, you smiled, then nodded. “I wike it.” He threw his hands in the air and shouted, Ella joined in as well. He stood and started doing the single ladies dance around you and the kitchen. You laughed, and it became louder as Ella did her best to imitate it as well. Ella was pretty good at it though.

“Dace mama, dace.”

“Yes, dance mama, dance.” From all the peer pressure, you began doing the same dance showing him how it’s done.

Soon the three of you were just dancing around the kitchen to no music whatsoever like complete idiots. Nothing felt awkward or forced. It was as if what happened last night didn’t change the context of your relationship. Whatever the hell that context was.

“Wife, you idiot! Wife is the context of your relationship.”

He looked between you and Ella, and he didn’t care one bit how he looked. This was what life was about. This is what his life was about—what it should have been about all along — you and Ella. You looked at him and smiled widely, it was the best smile he’d seen, and it made his stomach flutter.

“That’s new.”

Your mother walked into the kitchen and took one look around and laughed as well. “Maw-Maw, look, dace pawty.” She smiled and nodded.

“I can see that. you’re showing mama and da-da your dance moves?” She nodded.

“Paw-Paw and I were going to take a walk. Wanna come sugar?” Ella nodded again and held her arms out to her grandmother, who looked at her hands and scowled. “Oh, not today child, not today. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You lifted Ella off the island and put her onto the floor. As soon as you did, she bolted from the room. Your mother looked at the two of you and smiled then walked out the kitchen humming. He didn’t know why but he felt as if there was some sort of hint in the way she looked at him just before she disappeared. You hopped onto the island and finished the French toast.

“Seriously, it’s not bad. It will definitely give you diabetes if you eat this for breakfast every day, but tasty.”

“It was only a once a year thing. I thought why not make it a tradition with her—if that’s cool with--.”

“Definitely. She seemed to love it. She loves chocolate, and marshmallows, you hit it out of the park.” He smiled and took the last piece of French toast, leaned against the island beside you and ate. Still the silence didn’t become weird.

“Did you get good sleep?” You took a deep breath and sighed out, then nodded with a small smile on your lips--lips he’d had dreams about all night, those dreams were anything but innocent.

“Yeah. I don’t know when the last time was I slept past ten. Ella usually wakes me up with the sun.”

“Yeah, I saw her when I was on my way to my room. It must have been seven.” You nodded and licked your fingers of the chocolate and marshmallow. He saw a bit of it at the corner of your mouth, and without thinking, he brought his thumb out to swipe it away. Your eyes fell to his hand as he did it and then slowly rose up to his face. His eyes were focused on your lips and then moved up to your hypnotizing brown eyes.

“I’m—sorry you had a—a little—something.” It was as if the words couldn’t form, and all he could think about was your lips. He’d tasted them on three occasions now. He hadn’t had his fill. He wanted to taste more.

“I shouldn’t have—it was--.”

“Fine,” you whispered. He was a little surprised.

For a brief second, he recognized something in your eyes. It was something that spoke to him, something that reached out to him taunting him to come a little closer, go a little further. He trailed his thumb across your bottom lip, and the look returned, only this time it lasted for longer than a second. You didn’t move, or say “no,” you allowed it. His fingers were on fire, and that fire was quickly racing through his body. He could feel just where that heat was settling. He stood straighter, and his body moved on its own toward your lips. He needed to kiss you.

When your lips were mere centimeters apart, he felt your hands at his waist. The heat from them made him want so much more. He inched forward, and the first touch of your lips made him pause, but just for a moment before he pressed his to yours and took control. He nearly lost his shit right then; it had been so long. He’d dreamt of you for years, been haunted by your memories, then last night he’d come so close but still so far. As if it was as natural as breathing, his lips knew what to do. They knew how to claim yours, knew just the right amount of pressure to apply. He knew how you needed to be kissed.

In a matter of seconds, the kiss changed from slow and exploratory to intense and passion filled. His body came to life, and it wasn't the only thing to come alive. Your lips danced together as if they’d been doing it every day for the last three years. He recognized the breathlessness, recognized the tingle on his lips, the chill that resided at his spine, and the blazing heat that filled his gut. It had never been like this with anyone else—just you.

His tongue gently teased yours before it curled around his fighting him for control. A soft whimper escaped you. He stepped around coming between your thighs and cupped your jaws all to kiss you better. Your hand was now resting on his abdomen just at his belly button, you balled the fabric of his ribbed tank and groaned. Then he felt your fingertips press into him before you pulled back from his mouth. You rested your forehead against his and panted heavily.

“Oh my--,” you began.

“God,” he finished.” He was just as breathless as you. He brought his lips back to yours and pecked them once, then twice, and as he was leaning in for a third, your fingers served as a wall to separate yours form his. He looked at you, but your eyes were still closed.

“We—we—have to—shouldn’t.” Your words were staggered, whispered, then you shook your head slightly as you opened your eyes. They were glazed over and looked almost cloudy. “We can’t,” you continued.

Your lips were saying no, but everything else was saying yes. Your other hand still on his abs, your heaving chest, your hazed eyes. “Right?” You were asking him.

“In what world do I have the strength?”

He kissed you again, you didn’t move, or pull away, your legs hooked around him and pulled him closer. He delved his tongue into your mouth again and moaned onto you. His moan triggered your moan and a sea of emotions and need in him. He gripped the flesh of your thighs and pulled you to him. Your moan turned into a groan and he wondered if you’d felt his need for you, felt his hardness. You tore your lips from his and threw your head back.

“Shit!”

“Vixen--.”

“We—we should—stop,” you whispered on a panted breath. He almost missed it.

“Yeah. We should,” he added. You nodded but your legs remained hooked around him keeping him right where he was. When your lips pressed back to his you took control of the kiss. You grabbed his face and nibbled his bottom lip. He groaned and the feel of you sucking and teasing his bottom lip fed that fire in him so much that his hand latched onto your breast and palmed it. You began rolling your hips on him in a frenzy. He could feel the heat from your core and it drove him crazy. He pinched your nipple and you gasped loudly pulling your lips from his.

“Fuck—Chris we--,”

“Absolutely can’t. We should stop,” he finished while his lips kissed and sucked your neck. He latched his mouth onto the part of your neck he remembered drove you wild. As he did you bucked your hips against him.

“Vixen!” The shout of your name had you both pulling apart so fast, you’d think you were kids instead of grown adults. He turned his back and walked to the stove just as your father walked in.

“Hey uh—ehm. Hey dad.” He looked between you and Chris’s back once then shook his head.

“Your mother is asking about Ella’s bath mermaid?”

“Yeah, I’ll go help her with that. Thanks dad.” He could hear your feet as you walked out of the kitchen.

When he turned your father was still standing there. “Good morning, sir.”

“Good morning. I hear your breakfast was a big hit with the little boss.” He smiled and nodded.

“You’re doing a fine job son, an outstanding job stepping up. Keep it up.” He began walking out of the kitchen then he turned back. “Oh, about the other boss, remember Rome wasn’t built in a day. It was a long strenuous, complex, infuriating task. It wasn’t for the faint of heart, or the weak.” He gave him a small salute then walked off leaving him standing there to contemplate his words and to rehash everything that just happened.

One thing was for certain, he was now filled with even more desire than ever and just as many rising fears, and insecurities.

-Vixen-

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! You just had to kiss him huh. You just had to! Your colossal fuck up last night wasn’t enough, you just had to do it again. Not only did you do it again, but if your dad hadn’t walked in you would have fucked him, right there on the kitchen counter. What is wrong with you?”

You’d chastised yourself throughout your shower, and then as you dressed and now sitting in front of your mirror doing your hair, you chastised yourself again. You could still feel his lips and taste him. The chocolate and other sweets were a good mask, but you could still taste him. Your mouth recognized him; it was a taste that you’d missed. You didn’t even know you missed it until you got a taste of it again. God he tasted good. You wanted him as badly as you’d ever wanted him—maybe more. Last night’s accidental kiss nearly turned into sex against the wall of your daughter’s bedroom. Today’s on top of the kitchen counter with your family walking around the house. You couldn’t believe how close you’d come.

You took a deep breath and slowly let it out. You didn’t know if now that you’d had a taste if you’d be able to keep away.

“Why do I have to keep away? Why don’t I just give in?”

Groaning, you took a few breaths.

“Because if I give in even once, I may not ever be able to pull myself out again.”

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you did your best to keep the tears in. You barely pulled yourself together three years ago. It was the hardest thing to forget him and everything you’d felt especially with his child growing inside of you. Every day you prayed his face would fade; every day you prayed that Ella didn’t look a thing like him when she was born. Every day you wanted him there, then Ella was born with his eyes and those eyes didn’t change, didn’t turn a different color, they remained his. Then one day, you were able to flip a switch, one day, you turned into this woman.

“I’m still in love with him.” You said it as a whisper, afraid the walls had ears and would repeat it. You could no longer deny it, no longer pretend with yourself. Everything you felt in those kisses was the evidence. You closed your eyes and took some time to pull yourself together.

When you walked back downstairs, you heard voices as you turned the corner to the family room. Sitting on the couches were all of the older Evans siblings. You stopped in your tracks as all eyes fell to you. “Sorry, I didn’t know—I’ll go.” You quickly turned to walk out.

“We came to see you, Vixen,” Shanna informed. You stopped and clenched your jaw. You weren’t sure you wanted to stay or listen to anything they had to say so you kept your back to them.

“I know we’re probably the last people you want to see or talk to, mainly Carly,” Scott added.

“Nice touch Scott, what a way to have each other’s back, remember that oath?” Scott scoffed at Carly’s comment.

“Please, just five minutes,” Shanna finished. You sighed. You could see Ella outside in the front, dancing around and playing with Nexus and Dodger.

“Whatever you want, Vixen, if you’re not down for it; I’ll kick them out,” Chris began. You smiled because you could imagine it for some reason. Turning around you made sure to wipe the smile off your face.

“Okay.” You walked into the room.

“I’ll wait outside,” Chris began.

“No, you can stay.” He nodded and walked away to one of the windows creating distance between him and his siblings.

“Okay, I’ll go first because I was the one who was the most despicable,” Carly stated. She stepped forward with a remorseful look on her face. “I’m deeply sorry for my behavior and actions toward you yesterday. Not only were they uncalled for but they were unfair and downright rude. I was rude.”

You studied her and examined her body language as well as facial expressions. She looked as if she were being truthful, even sounded as if she regretted it. You wondered if she truly meant it or if she were trying to smooth things over to remain in her brother’s good grace.

You looked to Chris whose eyes were just on you. You picked up a slight eyebrow raise and the tightness of his lips; then, he gave a soft grin. He believed her; you could tell.

“I’m sorry. I got so gung-ho on the fact that you lied to Chris and hid his child that I didn’t see anything else. I didn’t take into consideration to look elsewhere like your words or actions since.

“We’re sorry also. We could have handled yesterday a lot better than we did. We’re all equally ashamed that we hurt you. We didn’t mean to,” Shanna finished.

You looked down and sighed again. You didn’t want to make this bigger. It wasn’t worth it. Everyone in this room had a part to play, but you wanted to move forward. This entire thing felt like a toxic cloud hanging over you, and you hated it.

“Look, I know how tempers can flare in a situation like this. I know how each of you are feeling or felt. I can empathize with each of you. Honestly, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about my actions and the situation I don’t want to keep duking this out with any of you. I want to move on. I want to move forward, and it would be great if you all could move forward with me.”

“And me. I’ve moved forward from anything in the past. I told you all that. I meant it,” Chris furthered

“Yes, we want to move forward,” Carly spoke up. You looked at all of them. They were nodding in unison.

“Good, I’m sure Ella would love to know her aunts and uncle.” All three of them smiled, but it was Shanna and Scott who came forward to hug you. You were so shocked you remained there.

“Wow. Okay.”

“Thank you,” Carly finished. You nodded.

“She’s outside if you want to see her. I have a party to finish planning.” They nodded and walked to the door, leaving you and Chris alone yet again.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“You didn’t have to do that, hell you probably shouldn’t have. You had every right to--.”

“What hold a grudge? No, I’m tired of doing that. I am so tired.” You sat in one of the chairs and rubbed your forehead. “I held a grudge against you for twelve months. Twelve long months, until one day, three months after Ella was born, she was crying her head off because of an ear infection, and I snapped out of it. I don’t know how or why, but I did. Grudges don’t do anything for me.”

“Why did you hold a grudge against me?” You took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“It’s not important. It’s in the past, and we’re moving forward. Remember?”

Chris stared at you as if he were trying to decipher what you weren’t saying.

“Vixen--,” Chris began before he was cut off by the sound of his cell phone ringing. He groaned, excused himself, and took the call leaving you sitting there.

“Got a call from the venue just now, they said everything is shaping up good and suggested a walkthrough for tomorrow morning,” Nexus informed. You nodded.

“Got it, thanks, Nex.” She nodded and sat on the arm of the chair you sat in.

“Wanna talk about it?” You looked out the window to see Ella standing in the middle of a sea of Evans, and she was showing off one of the toys Chris gave her. They all looked so happy being around her. It was heartwarming.

“I’m good. Everything is falling into place.” Nexus nodded.

“It is. Funny, you should sound happy about that, sound less stressed, more relaxed.” You nodded in agreement.

“The thing is, you don’t. You sound the opposite of happy, the opposite of relaxed, you sound and even look more stressed and unhappier than ever. Now I wonder what else still has yet to fall into place.” You looked at Nexus, but her face betrayed nothing.

“Fortune favors the bold, my beautiful, talented and sexy sister. The bold. It laughs at the meek.” With that she stood and walked out the room, leaving you to sit there, alone.

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blognotfound · 4 years ago

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@mytalkingraccoon nominated me for this shit ugh

1. think of the last person who said i love you, do you think they meant it? he did, unfortunately i didn’t. 2. would you date an 18yr old at the age you are now? i mean i’m 18 so 3. when was the last you were aggravated and happy at the same time? like a month ago during s 4. would you ever smile at a stranger? yeah and i do cuz i’m a nice fucking person 5. is there someone mad bc you’re dating or talking to the person you are? not currently no 6. have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? yeah and i’ll link it 7. what exactly are you wearing right now? an old volleyball shirt and that’s literally it 8. how often do you listen to music? practically every waking moment 9. do you wear jeans or sweats more? jeans fo sho 10. do you think your life will change dramatically before 2014? i mean 11. are you a social or antisocial person? i’m a hybrid 12. have you ever kissed someone who’s name begins with the letter a? yeah and that was def a mistake 13. what about the letter r? no i don’t think so 14. can you drive a stick shift? yes but will i crash it? also yes 15. do you care if people talk badly about you? not really, just have the balls to say it to my face if you do 16. are you going out of town soon? no i don’t think so 17. when was the last time you cried? months ago 18. have you ever told someone you loved them? mhm 19. if you could change your eye color, would you? yeah maybe like a greenish color 20. is there a boy who you would absolutely everything for? my dad ig? maybe my guy bsf? 21. name something you dislike about the say you’re having. my skin is dry but that’s it 22. is it cute when guys kiss you on the forehead? i guess 23. are you dating the last person you talked to? nope thank god 24. what are you sitting on rn? the floor lmao 25. does anybody regularly tell you they love you? nope 26. have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have? who hasn’t 27. who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? my f*ckbuddy 28. do you get a lot of colds? no i have an immune system like the fucking navy seals 29. where is the shirt you’re wearing from? from my high school 30. does anyone hate you? probably? 31. do you have empty alcohol bottles hidden in your room? no i throw them away cuz i’m not a pussy 32. do you like watching scary movies? yeah sometimes 33. do you wanna get your tongue pierced? god no 34. if you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? i mean they all suck but sophomore year of high school ig 35. did you have a dream last night? yes it was a weird ass dream with bucky the winter soldier and ben hardy archangel ok 36. when was the last time you told someone you love them? two days ago 37. do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? god i hope not marriage is for the weak im sorry 38. do you think someone has feelings for you? yeah. feelings of hatred 39. do you think someone is thinking of you rn? yeah probably 40. did you have a good day yesterday? yeah it was decent 41. think back 2 months ago. were you in a relationship? no 42. in the next 48hrs, will you hang out with a girl? yeah my sister lmao 43. has anyone told you they don’t ever wanna lose you? yeah but i don’t think they meant it 44. what’s the best part about school? LEAVING lmaooooo 45. do you have any pictures on your facebook? pft who has facebook anymore 46. do you ever pass notes to your friends in school? no i just text them lmao 47. do you replay things that happen in your head? yes constantly it’s a problem 48. were you single last summer? nope 49. is anything in your life like it was 2 years ago? god no everything is different 50. what are you supposed to be doing rn? nothing?? i don’t think?? 51. do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? no i don’t have daddy issues 52. are you nice to everyone hahahhahahahahhaha 53. have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to? unfortunately 54. did you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat? yeah? what kinda question 55. are you good at hiding your feelings? sometimes 56. do you think you like someone? i do not 57. have you ever kissed someone who’s name starts with j? no i’m pretty sure i haven’t? 58. do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? boys, girls are too sensitive and too gossipy and too 59. has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry? LMAO YES AND THIS IS A FUNNY STORY BUT 60. do you hate anyone? no, i got no room in my life for h8 ;) 61. how’s your heart? i mean i got low blood pressure it could be beating a lil harder 62. is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? several things 63. have you ever cried over a guy? yes and i’m not ashamed 64. who is probably talking a load of crap about you rn? one of my exes maybe 65. are your toenails painted pink? no. oddly specific question 66. will your next kiss be a mistake? possibly? 67. do girls love it when their bfs cry? no?!?!?! what the hell 68. have your pants ever fallen down in public? no geez 69. who was the last person you were on the phone with? my dad 70. how do you look rn? fresh asf you already know 71. do you have someone you can be your complete self around? yes idgaf i’m myself around everyone 72. can you commit to one person? yeah 73. do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? yes and these questions are getting kinda repetitive 74. have you ever felt replaced? several times 75. did you wake up cranky? no 76. are you a jealous person? generally no 77. are relationships ever worth it? yeah and if you don’t think so your relationships have been toxic sry 78. anyone you’re giving up on? not rn 79. currently wanting to see anyone? yes, literally anyone. i’d like to see another human being 80. name something you have to do tomorrow. hydrate lmao 81. last person you cried in front of? oh geez it was 82. is there someone you’ll never forget? yeah i have a good memory 83. do you think the person you have feelings for is protective of you? i ain’t got feelings 84. if the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing rn? chillin& stuff 85. are you over your past? is anyone? 86. have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex? yeeeet yeah 87. is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to? mhm 88. if your fist true love knocked on your door with an apology and presents would you accept? AAHAHAHAHHAHA hellll nah 89. so the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3am, do you let them in? yeah they’re just coming over to f*ck again 90. have you ever liked someone who your friends hates? yeah 91. will you be in a relationship in 2 months? hope not 92. is there anyone you know with the name michael? probably shout out to micheal 93. have you ever kissed a matthew? ugh no but i’ve been tempted to 94. were you in a relationship in january? how was it going? yes& great! 95. were you happy with the person you liked in march? no i was not 96. is the last person you texted attractive? eh 97. who do you have texts from? my mom, my guy bsf, and my f*ckbuddy 98. if the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? “oh, cool!” (and also move on lmao) 99. have you ever kissed someone older than you? mm yeah 100. who’s in your pfp with you? no one??? 101. ever kissed under fireworks? yes i have ;) 102. has anybody ever given you butterflies? ofc lmao

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j-j-ehlby-writes · 6 years ago

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Meet Me at the Chalet || day one.

Eventual pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Jenessee Borosi)

Word count: ~5.7k (told you it’d be longer, but I promise they’re not all this long)

Summary (I suck at these): Jenessee goes on a solo vacation after the release of her first novel. She got a little more than she bargained for when she gets snowed in with her biggest celebrity crush.

Warnings: So much freaking fluff, swearing but blink and you’ll miss it, depressing thoughts (future chapter), mental breakdown (future chapter), Tom being Tom

night one. || day one. || day two. ||

The next day, the stillness greeted me. The same feeling I would get waking up on a Saturday afternoon after a blanket of snow coated everything for the very first time. Like the snow froze time, nothing moving or wanting to disturb the serenity. It’s one of those days where getting out of bed is optional. This feeling is exactly what I was wanting while on this vacation.

I could have stayed in bed all day, but my stomach protested pretty quickly after sleep left me. Climbing out of my comfy cocoon, I stretched every muscle, ridding it of any trace of tiredness. Gosh, I haven’t had this heavy of sleep in years! What are these mattresses made of? Magical clouds?

I took in my room. It’s a complete contrast to the lobby. Modern dark gray walls complement the black carpet. White faux fur rugs sit at each side of the King sized bed to contradict the dark. Clean white sheets adorn the bed with black and gray accents on the comforter and in the pillows. The windows and doors are framed with a natural light wood color to bring the modern touches down a notch.

Opening the black-out curtains revealed the floor-to-ceiling windows with the most picturesque view I’ve ever seen. Pine trees are covered with snow, weighing down every branch. The still falling snow is a mixture of tiny cotton balls and glitter. All of the white nearly blind me, my eyes not used to the light yet. But still, my heart swells. Vacation begins.

I quickly throw on the most comfortable outfit I packed: a dark gray cowl neck sweatshirt with black, white, and purple Zubaz. I slightly flinched when I took in my appearance in the bathroom mirror. Leftover make-up flecks were under my eyes. My make-up remover wipes are obviously not doing their job properly… I ran some warm water over my face to get rid of them. Putting my long, wavy hair into a braid was the last thing I did before leaving my solitude.

As I flipped on the light in the kitchen, I hesitated in the doorway. He wasn’t kidding about “top of the line.” Top notch stainless steel appliances: double ovens, 8-burner stove top, industrial sized refrigerator, and the biggest microwave I’ve ever seen. There were also all of the small appliances that anyone would need. If I were a chef, I would be in heaven. I almost don’t feel worthy enough to be in here.

Picking my favorite playlist, I dove into my own little world. As the music flooded the room, my body carried me throughout the expanse of the kitchen collecting every ingredient, utensil, and bowl I need to make French toast with strawberries. Jamming to just about anything that would pop up as everything came together.

Applause broke my reverie, my heart leaping out of my chest from fright.

Spinning around, clutching my chest I see the last person I ever expected to see. Leaning against the door frame with his long and lean body adorned in a white t-shirt, a black zip-up hoodie, and hip-hugging sweatpants, a book stuffed under his armpit, a charming smirk was plastered on his gorgeous bearded face… was Tom freaking Hiddleston.

What in the world is he doing at a small chalet in the middle of the mountains in the states when he could be at some luxury, private resort in Europe? How does he even have the time to be here? Doesn’t he have a huge movie coming out soon, play rehearsals, and two TV shows in the works that he should be out promoting? How does he have any time to do anything personal at all?

Although, as his fan, I’m proud he is finally taking some time for himself. He’s been busy nonstop since his first Marvel movie. He deserves to take some time for himself for some much-needed R&R. No screaming, no cameras in his face, no signing autographs- total privacy he so wants and deserves. That reason alone is why I will not make my admiration known, not right away at least. He does deserve all of the credit he is due, but I would like his vacation to remain a peaceful one.

He cleared his throat, “I apologize for scaring you, but I thought I should make my presence known before you were to go on.” He spoke so eloquently, it was hard to ignore the way his beautiful blue steel eyes radiate with restfulness this getaway has finally given him after so long. “And I must say, you have the most eclectic taste in music.” He added while stepping in.

His sudden movement snapped me out of my frozen state. “Well it never hurts to have a variety.” I turned back to the stove. “And don’t think that complimenting my musical interests gets you off the hook for giving me a heart attack before I got food in my stomach.”

“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it.” Even though my back was to him, I could hear the smile in his tone. “How can I make it up to you, then?”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” I flipped the piece of bread onto its other side, loving the golden brown color. I turned slightly back to him. “I thought you were leaving today.” I recall the guy yesterday mentioning the other guest was supposed to be departing this morning.

“Well, thanks to Mother Nature, my stay has been extended. Not that I’m complaining though. I wasn’t ready to leave quite yet.” He leaned back against the counter next to the stove, so he was in my line of sight. One thing I heard about him is he is one of those guys that loves eye contact, especially during conversations. His move only proves that is right.

“Why not?” I asked as my curiosity was piqued. Assuming he doesn’t want to leave yet because it means going back to his hectic schedule is reasonable, but one should never assume.

“It’s very serene here. I like it better than the alternative.” Another thing I heard was how notoriously private he is. He only lets the world see what he wants them to see, leaving aspects of him that he reserves only for his close friends and family. Same goes for his relationships. He lets people know what he wants them to, never revealing too much. He must feel that everyone only cares to know why he’s single or if he’s dating anybody. So to him, keeping his private life just that is important. He loves his fans, he’s said so on many occasions, but he deserves to have some form of normalcy in all of the chaos.

“Everyone deserves a little peace and quiet every now and then. Pressing pause on life is good for your sanity.” Plopping the finished piece of French toast on the plate, I turned off the stove.

I can absolutely understand why everyone needs the pause button. Being a writer it is nonstop meetings and phone calls about pages and storyline updates. Everyone is always rushing to meet the deadlines. The trouble is I’ve never been good with deadlines or peer pressure so publishing my first book nearly caused a meltdown. Hence the reason I am on vacation by myself in the middle of the mountains. Now everything is published and awaiting more reviews. My publisher already gave me a heads-up that they were mostly good and that’s all I needed. Criticism isn’t something I’m fond of either. Thankfully my agent, publisher, and editor all agreed to leave me alone while on this trip, so I don’t have anything to worry about. Plus, this gives me a chance to get inspired. Knowing the big guns would want another book proposal as soon as the first one was completed, I already gave them the sequel to my first. That satisfied them for the time being. Now I just have to think of my next project.

“You sound like you speak from experience.” He pointed out, detecting my hidden meaning. He’s perceptive… gotta watch out for that.

“You could say that.” I sighed, moving to chop the strawberries I want on my French toast.

“How rude of me,” He blurted, shaking his head in self-disappointment, “I never introduced myself.” I chuckled at his humbleness. Like he really has to introduce himself to anybody anymore. But being the ever-polite British gentleman, he feels the need to. He held out his hand to me. “I’m,” he paused, “Will.”

I tried to stop the smile that threatened to show but failed. He’s going to use an alias. I guess he wants to remain anonymous. Again, his actions make complete sense to me. When I was given the opportunity to publish my book, I decided to use a pseudonym. Anonymity was important to me as well. That way I could still go about my life without my name being out there. I used a compilation of my initials whereas he is using a shortened version of his middle name.

“I’m Jen.” I fold my hand around his, locking eyes with him. It’s in that moment I registered just how close he got to me. With our height difference, I was forced to look up at him in order to meet those bright blues. As gorgeous as they are in pictures, they’re even more mesmerizing up close. The small section of light brown contrasted the light blue inner iris and the dark blue outline framing everything perfectly. His eyes alone could make anyone’s knees go weak…

“It’s very nice to meet you, Jen.” He muttered, never looking away from me. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, so I transferred my attention to our still connected hands. His large warm hand swallowed my small cold one. Instantly his warmth spread up my entire arm, also sending shivers down my spine.

“The pleasure is all mine…” I brought my eyes back to his. They now had a hint of something in them I didn’t recognize at first. “… Will.”

Before I could get completely lost in his eyes, I pulled my hand out of his, immediately missing the warmth of it. I quickly resumed my slicing, needing something to keep me busy. “So, what are you reading there?” I asked needing to break the tension that was in the air.

“Erm,” He cleared his throat again, taking a step back, “A book my friend told me to check out.” He took it out from under his armpit gripping it with both hands.

“Lemme see.” I wiped my hands off before he handed it over.

My heart dropped. I recognized the cover right away. The one word title flashed across the front like a beacon. The cover art of a guy and a girl standing with their bodies touching, but their hands not letting themselves be connected, denying what they have… My book. He’s reading my book. “Deny by J.J. Ehlby.” I read out loud, careful not to give myself up. I pretended to skim the back cover before handing it back to him. “I didn’t take you for the romance type.”

“What type do you take me as?” He leaned his hip against the counter again, relaxing back into our conversation.

“More…” how do I want to describe this? “well-known and established novelists like Dickens, Tolstoy, Twain, and more importantly Shakespeare. You’re definitely into Shakespeare.” Everything I’ve heard about him mentions his love of Shakespeare. He also participated in a debate about Dickens and Tolstoy. His love of classic literature is something I admired about him. His ability to read, comprehend, and appreciate literary geniuses is rare and praiseworthy.

He chuckled at my obvious stereotyping of him. “Is it because I’m British?” He asked with faux offense attached.

“Yes.” I bluntly answered, only half-kidding.

He full-on laughed at my honesty. He threw his head back and threw his hand over his heart, taking after Chris Evans in that regard. Listening to his laugh echo through the empty kitchen was like listening to the most beautiful symphony. You don’t get to see this type of laugh from him often. It’s always that “hehe” kind of giggle. This was him not caring and letting go. What a sight it was.

I couldn’t help but join in. “Well, am I wrong?” I countered, fully knowing I’m not.

“No!” He choked out, trying to calm himself down. “No, you are not wrong about my love of Classical literature.” He adjusted his glasses back to the tip-top of the bridge of his nose. “But you are wrong about my liking of romance.”

“Oh?”

“I quite like it actually. Shouldn’t falling in love be the best feeling in the world?” I looked up when he didn’t continue. He was watching me like he wants me to understand what he’s trying to say, “That head over heels, my heart is yours and yours mine, can’t live without you, want to spend the rest of my life by your side feeling…” He trailed off, taking a step towards me again. “That heart-pounding, staggered-breathing, knee-trembling, soul-freeing feeling of true love…” His voice dropped a few octaves, losing its sturdiness, only coming out as a whisper by the end. He’s passionate about love, even though he doesn’t have that kind in his life at the moment. How that is even remotely possible is beyond me… His gaze was locked on mine, entrapping me. They were filled with longing and… what I concluded as recognition. Recognition of what? I haven’t figured that out yet… My heart was pounding in my ears almost deafening in the silence. “I quite enjoy reading about two people discovering that feeling.”

All I can think is “Thank God the counter is here” otherwise I would be in a puddle on the floor.

How can a conversation with someone I just met be this intense? How can we be so open with each other with barely knowing the others name? I feel like he’s giving me a look inside his heart but at the same time keeping those guards up that he’s built throughout the years. He’s wearing his heart on his sleeve and showing me everything he’s got right away…

I wrenched myself out from his trance and this time, I took a step away trying to put some distance between us. He may be ready to show me everything, but I’m not. My heart is surrounded by miles of barriers that will be virtually impossible to break down. “Okay, Romeo. I get it.” I sent him a small smile, showing him that I’m not shutting down completely like he might think. “You are a fan of romance.” I strolled over to one of the cupboards, grabbing the powdered sugar, bringing it back over to my plate. “Can I eat my breakfast now?”

“May I join you?” He politely asked, giving me pleading eyes like a toddler gives his mother when asking for a piece of candy or a cookie. Irresistible cuteness.

I stared at the pile on one plate and my prepared plate next to it. I was going to consume the entire lot myself… but I wasn’t about to turn down spending more time with him. I found him a plate, splitting my portion in half for him. A brilliant smile followed nearly knocking me over.

After eating in the dining room, I retreated back upstairs while he offered to clean up. I protested at first, but he insisted, feeling bad that he kept me from eating for longer than I wanted. He practically begged me to so who was I to say no?

I immediately went to my room, locking the door behind me. I rang my agent who was about to get an earful…

“I assure you, Jen, no one had any idea he was there. By all accounts, he was home in London.” She tried to calm me down after I ranted to her before she could even say “hello.” “This could be a good thing!”

“How? I’m supposed to be on vacation, relaxing. How can I do that with the most perfect human being on the planet in the next room?” I flopped back on my bed, eyeing my suitcase full of comfy pants, sweatshirts, and hardly any make-up. I never planned on seeing many people on this trip. The plan was to lock myself in my room for seven straight days before rejoining the world again. I can’t do that now knowing Tom is here. I don’t want him to think I’m a total hermit.

“You also went there to get inspired. With your second book’s first draft already in the editor’s hands, the instant that one comes out, the more they’re going to want. You got lucky with your first few novels already being completed before you even found a publisher, now is the time to get a head start on what’s next for J.J. Ehlby, a.k.a. Jenessee Borosi.”

I rolled my eyes at how predictable she is and for how she used my full name. “So you’re saying I should write a book about this.” I didn’t phrase it as a question for a reason. I’ve been working with her for a year now. She’s been good about not pushing me, but she can’t help it sometimes. I know she has people to answer to, but that doesn’t make it any easier.

“Just think about it.” She didn’t deny my indirect accusation. “That ‘After’ book was originally fan-fiction and it was turned into a movie.”

Again my eyes roll. “Being snowed in, in a secluded chalet in the mountains with one of the world’s most brilliant and most well-known actors? What do you think is going to happen? Because of our solitude, we’ll find something in the other that we’ve been missing in everyone else; that we’ll fall in love in a week’s time? That sounds like one of those cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies that are so unrealistic, they’re laughable. That’s not realistic, that’s a fantasy.”

Although… based off our conversation in the kitchen, that’s already not far off, at least for me. I’ve had a major crush on Tom for years prior to this. Only dreaming of being with him, never believing I would actually get the chance to meet him. Me falling for him isn’t completely far-fetched because I’m halfway there already. But him? No way.

“Just think about it.” She repeated before ending the call.

Think about it I did, but quickly came to the conclusion that I would not exploit Tom like that. This is his private time as much as it is mine. I will not expose anything he doesn’t want anyone else to know. I respect myself, my work, and above all, him too much to stoop that low to get my next book idea.

A knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts.

“Care to join me downstairs?” He asks as soon as I open the door.

“And do what?” I return, not really caring what he was to suggest. I will take every opportunity given to me to be in the presence of this beautiful man.

“We could read if you brought something to read. I know that’s what I will be doing. You could do whatever it is you like to do.” He rambled on nervously. It was adorable actually. What he had to be nervous about, I have no idea. Was he afraid I would say no? That I might have had enough of him already? Impossible. “I figured since we are the only ones here, and more than likely will be for the foreseeable future, we don’t have to-”

“I like to write.” I interrupted, my slight sadist side being fulfilled by his groveling.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. You can write, and I can read. We can do that… together.” He concluded, all nervousness starting to dissipate.

“Okay. Let me grab my stuff and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Ten minutes later we were sitting in a comfortable silence on the large U-shaped couch, Tom reading my book and me attempting to think of something to write about. However it proved more difficult than I was expecting. The only thing I could think of was him. How he was sitting just feet away, reading my book. I tried to determine where he was in the book depending on his reaction but was failing at that as well. He masked his emotions with a furrowed brow and straight lips. Occasionally that mask broke letting a chuckle slip out. He’s finding it amusing at least. That’s a good sign right?

“Having some difficulty?” He broke the silence, his eyes never straying from his page. Crap, he saw me watching him. I knew I wasn’t being stealthy, but he hasn’t looked up since we sat down. How could he know that I’m having a hard time getting started?

“You could say that.” I shifted my position, hoping that might make me more comfortable and by some miracle have something, anything come to me. Not only is it difficult having him here reading my book, it’s odd having someone else, period, around while I write. I’m always by my lonesome when doing so. I catch myself making some funny faces while writing. In order to skip any embarrassment by someone seeing them, I prefer solitude. That also doesn’t bring any outside distractions, like I can listen to music, stare off into space, talk to myself- do whatever it takes to come up with what I want to do next. “Writer’s block is rearing its ugly head.” He snickered, my book falling onto his lap. “This bitch is partially the reason why I’m on my solo vacation.” He set my book to the side, giving me his undivided attention, beckoning me to continue. “I thought a change of scenery might help some.”

“And has it?” He asked, seemingly fully invested in what I have to say. I squirmed in my seat, not used to this kind of attention. Growing up an only child with older and younger cousins who are focused on their little group, I was mostly alone. No one really paid attention to me. The adults criticized my decision to become a writer instead of a typical “9 to 5.” Also not having much in common with the next generation young ones, I kept to myself. Instead turning to writing as an outlet for my loneliness. I was extremely hesitant before getting published. My writing is like my diary. I didn’t know if I ever wanted anyone to see that far into my mind. But after rave reviews from my publisher, I decided to go for it. Even during the initial meetings with editors, they didn’t give me as much attention as Tom is giving me right now. To say it’s odd, but greatly appreciated is an understatement.

“It’s given me ideas but putting an idea to paper is more difficult than one would think.” I think back to my agent’s idea. I never said it wasn’t a good proposal, I just said it was cheesy and more than likely, overdone. Why would I want to do something that’s already been done multiple times? Yes, there are always different perspectives on the same story, but my argument stands.

He continues to ask me questions about writing, each more thoughtful than the next, shocking me to no end. No one has taken this much interest in my writing. Not even my publisher. What really throws me through a loop is how genuinely interested he is. Most people ask to be nice or are curious but drop the topic after one or two questions. Not Tom. His curiosity is refreshing and scary at the same time.

“Have you ever wanted to get published?” He asked one of the most common questions I would get. My answer still remains the same to this day.

“No.” He raised his eyebrows at my answer. Everyone who asks is always surprised by my confession. I shrug, “Since I started, it never was my goal. I wrote for me. I didn’t need anyone to read anything because that’s not who I wrote for.” I look at the pen in my hand and smile. It rests on the writer’s bump on my middle finger I’ve gained from many, many years of writing. I used to loathe it because it made my hand look funny, but I’ve learned to accept it because it makes me unique. “Having a pen in my hand feels as natural as breathing to me. Ever since I wrote my first “novel” in 5th grade, I’ve almost always been writing. Everyone I went to school with knew me as ‘the girl who writes a lot’.

As I got older, that’s when people started asking if I wanted to publish someday. My answer was always no, because I never thought I was good enough to and criticism and I don’t go hand-in-hand. I read a quote once that said: ‘Wanting to be a writer and not wanting to be rejected is like wanting to be a boxer and not wanting to get punched.’ It’s not the rejection that held me back. I know that’s par for the course, just like it is with acting. My fear was all of the negative criticism that my books were bound to get. I’m the type of person who could get 100 compliments and one negative remark and only focus on the one negative comment. That would stick with me longer than any of the good.” Because of that, I almost said no when I was offered to publish. I was urged to because of the concept I had. The publisher loved that it was never done before and all of the ideas I had from it, they practically begged me. So after a year of editing, it was published a month ago. I have yet to read a single review though. The only thing I heard was it was doing really well.

“I tried putting something online, but because it wasn’t fan-fiction or have any supernatural elements incorporated, it didn’t take off.” I shrugged off its initial failure. That’s what caught my publisher’s attention though. They liked the overall premise and once they heard what I planned on doing with it, they were on board. “Because you know, that’s all anyone under the age of 25 cares about nowadays.” Shrugging again like it was no big deal, I returned my blank pages in front of me, hoping words would have magically appeared while talking. No such luck.

“Have you ever written anything other than novels?” He questioned, taking into account what I’ve told him. Novels have always been my go-to. I just have had so much to say and so much to write that all of my works have turned into multi-chapter stories. “Have you tried a novella or just a short story?” I shake my head. I’ve seen and read short stories and one-shots on Tumblr, but never tried my hand at it. I guess I could try it… “I say, try that. See where it takes that beautiful mind of yours.”

My head snapped towards him. Beautiful? How could he think that if he’s barely scratched the surface?

He smiled sweetly at me, warming my insides more than I ever expected before opening my book back up.

As we returned to the silence, my mind raced at the possibilities. I logged on to Pinterest and looked up some writing prompts to see if anything sparked some ideas. It didn’t take me long before I found one and I was already 5 written pages in. It felt good to write again. Having the ideas pour out of my mind and onto the paper is an exciting feeling that only a writer can appreciate.

Soon enough the sun was setting and neither of us had moved since we sat down. It was a quiet afternoon that I was yearning for while on this trip. And to share it with Tom was just an added bonus.

I only paused when my hand started to cramp. Tom seemed to have noticed so he suggested we think about dinner. It wasn’t until he mentioned food that I realized how hungry I was.

He insisted on making dinner for us since I (unintentionally) made breakfast/lunch for us earlier. He didn’t know what he should make so I made a suggestion: pickle and bacon grilled cheese. He was intrigued by the idea, so he agreed. I tried to help but he shooed me away, telling me to grab a glass of wine and enjoy the show, only asking me how much bacon to use and how many pickles to cut up. He started asking questions about my upbringing to which I did the same. We both discussed the ways our respective parents divorces paved our lives into what they are today but didn’t get too deep or else I would have cried. I would need a lot more wine for that to happen. He at least found the positive aspects from his situation whereas I definitely haven’t. He credits his parents divorce for showing him human frailty and how he can be more compassionate in his understanding of it. With him being 12 when it happened, he was old enough to understand what was happening. I admire him for the way he has taken something tragic and turned into something positive. As if I didn’t know this already, but he’s a much better person than I am.

By the time he was finished making 4 sandwiches: 3 with pickles and bacon and 1 regular, in case he didn’t like my add-ons or in case we were both still hungry afterwards. He wound up loving it, even adding more to his plain one. He couldn’t believe he went so long without trying it and vowed never to go back to regular grilled cheese sandwiches. Mission accomplished.

“Are you going to get back to your writing now? You looked… rather inspired before. I didn’t want to interrupt.” He asked as he walked me to my room for the night.

We both cleaned up the kitchen, much to his protest. But I argued my point and he couldn’t say no. He told me all about growing up in Wimbledon with his sisters, going to an all-boys prep school to graduating with a “double first” in Classics at Cambridge and attending the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. I listened in awe of all he accomplished while I was still in elementary school, before I even discovered my passion for writing. He raved about the small projects he’s done since graduating, focusing on theater. I could tell he was purposely not mentioning Marvel or any other movie he’s done since gaining recognition, wanting his anonymity to stay that. I just listened while handing him dish after dish. Thankfully there weren’t very many, but we took our sweet time doing it. I loved hearing him talk. That accent could make anything sound interesting. But other than that, hearing the passion in his voice as he talked about the theater and how he discovered his love for acting by going as a boy was awe-inspiring. After he rambled, he apologized for only talking about himself while we were cleaning up. I of course didn’t mind, hating talking about myself so it was nice to talk about him and learn more about him from the source and not from the internet.

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “We’ll see if I can get back into the swing of it.”

“Well I believe in you.” He smiled, stopping in front of my door. “I believe you can do it.”

“Oh yeah? How can you be so sure?” His confidence in me is astounding.

“Well, not to sound like a creep, but erm,” he hesitated, “I was watching you before.”

Dear Lord, why? Why did he have to watch me? He saw the faces I make, my staring off into space, and hand gestures I do to recreate the picture in my head… I’m mortified.

“You were so engrossed in what you were writing. I could quite literally see the wheels turning in your head as you were figuring out what to do next.” His tone was filled with as much awe as I did listening to him. “It was mesmerizing.”

Feeling the blush creep in, I looked away from his wonder-filled eyes. No one has ever found something I do “mesmerizing” or anything remotely interesting. So, why does he? Why does he out of all of the people in the world find me so worthy of that kind of praise?

As I sat on my bed after we said good night, I finally could comprehend everything that happened today. I spent the day with Tom Hiddleston. I had uninterrupted quality time with him. No pressure of being watched, judged, or rushed. We had a relaxing day enjoying each other’s company like we were 2 friends on vacation together.

Is he a friend? Or am I jumping the gun here? Would he consider me one after we get out of here? Would he want to keep in contact? Or would I just become a memory that fades as time goes on? On the other hand, why would he even want someone like me in his life? He’s probably got plenty of friends that would be much better company than me. People who he can have intelligent conversations with and go in depth about things I know nothing about. I’d bore him and he’d drop me. But being a gentleman, he’d do it nicely. So there would be that.

I’m not going to have any expectations when it comes to after this week. As far as I’m concerned, after we are clear to leave, we will go our own ways and never think about the other again… well, that’ll only be half true. There’s no way I could ever forget about him. He’ll be everywhere. Me? I’ll only be a memory. He’ll have no reminders of me. He’ll forget about our time together once he gets back to the chaos that is Hollywood. So I will enjoy his attention while I have it…

day two...

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crowned-ladybug · 6 years ago

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Marvin from the rivals au for that character thing or just in general bc I love him so much and I want to know more about him

This got so long, I’m so sorry. This is like 2k words bc if allowed to talk about this boy then i could talk Forever. Oops

(With the meme it’s here btw)

Occasional sleeptalker. Usually just incoherent babbling, andJackie finds it hilarious to listen to if he's awake for it

Can braid his own hair perfectly without any trouble. Fear him

Shows his love of certain ppl by buying them lil gifts but hatesthe confrontation and awkwardness of giving them to them so heusually just leaves them in places he knows they'll find them,usually with no indication that they're from him either

Colour codes Everything

Has his own way of organising things that makes sense to Him okaybut he can't really explain it to anyone else. It annoys poor Jamesonto no end bc he organises shit to help with his anxiety and MarvinKeeps Ruining It

His reaction to Chase and Jackie wanting to get up to impulsivefun shit is "sure, go ahead, just don't hinder whatever I'mdoing" (or sometimes he joins them) and Schneep is sodisappointed in him for not helping him keep them in check instead

Has a fuckin perfectly figured out skincare routine and he'sdragging all the others up with him

Generally v good at lazy/spa day kinda self-care

Has ADD (tho all the egos have ADD/ADHD tbh)

Chase has absolutely compared him to Mettaton X at some point andMarvin doesn't know how to react to that

Gets cold super easily and Hates It. Is an absolute lil bitchabout it and won't stop whining until he can get warm again(favourite way to do that is to cuddle Jackie, and he just goes allhappy and melty from it, but I still wouldn't try to talk to him if Iwere you. And Jackie is a good bf who puts up with Marvin's stupidcold hands and face)

Has two modes when cuddling btw, he either just lies peacefullywith someone (mostly Jackie) while having an arm draped over them orholding their hand or pressed up against them, or he turns into afuckin octopus. Good luck trying to get up, you won't succeed

Which has led to multiple instances of someone needing Jackie forsomething, only to find him unavailable bc he's completely trapped bya sleeping Marvin even if he himself is wide awake. But he enjoys ita lot too bc Hell Yes Affection and would never have the heart tomove him and wake him up

He's also p damn pointy so he's not really the most comfy personto cuddle but Oh Well

Also wakes up slow and says a lot of bullshit in the process (orstuff he'd normally filter out and not get to say, like sappy shit)

A flirty lil bitch

Knows Jackie blushes super easily and enjoys the fuck out of it.Constantly trying to figure out how little it'll take for him to beall red in the face (And he knows Jackie doesn't mind and he backsoff when he's told to. Don't worry. Consent is still there)

He on the other hand doesn't blush often so when he does it meanshe's Super Flustered

Ik i said this last night too but he knows how to dance and doesit p well tbh?? He used to dance a lot when he was a kid/teen butdropped it when he realised he was trans bc then he tried to be AsMasculine As Possible bc he felt like if he didn't he'd be "fakingit"

(Grew out of that eventually. He's so glad he did)

Insecure about more stuff than he would ever let you believe

Once he starts really caring about the other egos he tries So Hardto be good to them and secretly beats himself up sometimes for stillbeing an Asshole when he messes it up. Yeah it's angsty. He'd takehimself apart just to make it up to his friends for having been anasshole to them before

Not a morning person but he can still function if woken up early,he'll just make sure you know that he's Not happy about it

Very rarely gets dysphoric, really only if continously referred towith the wrong pronouns/gendered terms or if called his deadname

At some point he started shooting Jackie flirty looks while sayingbullshit in French (Jackie doesn't speak French) to fluster him butit got to the point where Marvin realised that if he wanted to keepdoing it he'd need to Actually Learn French instead of just spoutingthe same limited amount of bullshit all the time. And that's thestory of why he started studying a Whole Other Language

Likes flowers but knows fuck all about them

I don't think I'll ever properly type down how he got his scar sohere: before Marvin pledged alliance to the other egos, Anti alreadyassumed he would, and so he captured him and threatened to torturehim to get information out of him/possibly force him on his sideinstead. Marvin called his bluff and told him to fuck himself. Antigot angry, waved his knife a lil too close to Marvin's face duringone of his threats and ended up actually cutting him. Anti was superhappy bc holy shit I Did Something, and Marvin decided that he's hadenough and since he'd been saving his energy all this time, blew up acharge of electricity in Anti's face. He then proceeded to teleporthome (with the chair he was tied to still attached but uhh. That partof the story is a lil less dignified so shh)

Anti has had a special place in Hell for him ever since (and withthis I'm realising that Anti is actually p fuckin bad at his job??Wow)

Says he doesn't like his hair messed with. He's lying.

But you gotta be Special and Important To Him to have permissionto touch his hair (or a hairdresser I guess). But Jackie is one ofthose ppl so he can mess with Marvin's hair all he wants (he evenlearned how to braid hair just to surprise him and lemme tell you,Marvin was Absolutely v surprised) Stroke and pet his hair longenough and he'll go all melty

His teeth are a lil bit pointier than average (and Jackie is sofucking gay for that and I'm shaming him)

Used to write poetry as a teen. Don't bring it up, he'sembarrassed.

Shoves all his feelings and problems in a box and hides them inthe attic bc He Doesn't Want Them

Can sing okay but doesn't do it often bc it's not Perfect so it'sBad. Hums more often tho

He's scared of a bunch of stuff in horror movies (and triggered bysome) but No One is allowed to know that. He's glad most of theothers don't much like them either and thus they don't watch themtogether anyway. He really doesn't want others to see him scared bche thinks it'd make him look weak and ridiculous

(Yes, he double-standards himself vs other ppl a Lot. Being scaredor having bad mental health or messing up is only bad if he does it.But you didn't hear that from me.)

Pokemon is one of his biggest and longest-lasting hyperfixations

Holy shit I've never drawn him in a suit but my dudes he looks SoPretty in a well-fitted suit, Holy Fuck. Give him a lapel flower andit'll be Perfect. No one can resist that amount of charm

Knows how to walk (and even run and dance) in high heels but can'tfucking stand them (no pun intended, he just finds them reallyuncomfortable)

Will be stunned silent if anyone assumes he doesn't absolutelyAdore Jackie, both bc How Dare You and bc he's trying So Hard to be agood bf is he really That Bad at it?

Pressure is not his main stim but it's the best way to bring himout of a panic/anxiety attack and just ground him in general, espwhen he can't use his magic or doesn't think to use it. (He doesn'thave any weighted stuff so in others words: lie on him.) Once hecalms down enough he'll hopefully start doing his vital-readingmagic, which should help calm him more

(Also yeah, the whole vital-reading that I've probably talk aboutjust Way Too Much already but jic I'll mention it again anyway: hecan use his magic to read other ppl's vitals. It calms and comfortshim. He mainly does it to Jackie, who has given him blanketpermission for it)

Favourite stim is fondling with squishy things (like those foamanimal keychains??) and scraping stuff like candle wax or soap (itwould probably be chewing if he actually realised that that is aValid Stim but he Doesn't)

Has his own apartment for a while still after moving in with theother egos bc he doesn't expect it to last. He sells it about a yearlater

His job is being a magician too and doing his shows that bring inAbsolutely enough money for him to not have to get another job or doshows like every other night. Ppl don't know he has Actual MagicPowers which makes a lot of things easier for him

His masks are all self-made bc he didn't wanna chance lettinganyone else do it, and he's had many less fabulous ones before bc healways wants Better. The gold patterns on the one I've drawn him withbefore are covered in glitter. He has a couple other ones he usestho, all different styles and shapes and colours for the sake ofvariety. He always wears matching make-up (mainly eye make-up andlipstick) for his shows

The scoreboard on the fridge (a piece of paper where they trackevery time him and Jackie defeat each other in Anything At All) washis idea, but it was Jackie who drew the stick figure renditions ofthe two of them on it (so it was a joint effort, really. Yeah,ironic. Or typical)

Has no shame when it comes to PDA as long as it isn't suggestive,but Jackie is a lot less sure about it (esp when out in public) soofc he respects that

That also means that if Jackie decides to hold his hand in publiche gets So Fucking Giddy you have No Idea and also you wouldn'tbelieve it even if you saw

Speaking of giddy. If you manage to get him to start talking aboutJackie (not a hard thing to achieve tbh) he will get so happy andgiddy and excited and Will Not Shut Up okay. Or at least it'll takehim a While to realise that he's rambling and has completely shed hiscool exterior. He just really loves his bf okay and he kinda justwants everyone to know how great he is

Can remember names and face p well but numbers and dates? Nah son.You better believe he has to make memos and calendar entries on hisphone for Everything. He's glad he can remember his own birthday,almost everything else he just kinda remembers (so only as specificas season or month). He feels bad about it tho, esp when he has tocheck like twice a day coming up to an important date that yes, it'sstill two days away, he didn't miss it

Has the kinda handwriting that's v pretty to look at but is anabsolute Pain to try to read

#marvin the magnificent #marvelsepticeye #bc theres a bunch of that in there too #some other egos too but eh not gonna tag them #rivals au #headcanon #thank you btw!!!!#im v flattered that you love my asshole son so much #theenbywitch

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reifromrfa · 7 years ago

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Hi~ I have found your blog a few weeks ago and I didn't know how to write a request -_- And I was wondering if I could request RFA+minor trio dealing with MC on sugar rush ? Love your blog :3

Aww thank you! 😃 This was so fun to write, thank you for requesting it!!! 😀 I hope you like it! 😀

Yoosung

He’ll probably eat all those candies with you tbh ;;;

And then you’ll both be on a sugar rush ;;;

Super intense pillow fights!!!

You knock him back too hard and he falls off the bed but instead of getting worried, you both just laugh at loud

Omg you guys just cannot stay still

The most intense Tekken fights ever

With both of you mashing the buttons intensely while screaming and laughing and jumping up and down

Prank calls everywhere

“Hello?”

“HI JUMIN HI HYUNG HELLOHELLOFJAKLFL;AKDJFDWAITYOOSUNG I WANTED TO SAY HI I THINK HE HEARD YOU MC"

Jumin has to hold the phone away from his ear, you two are shouting so loud and stumbling over your words ;;;

And then you both come down from your sugar high

You guys end up in bed, beyond tired with headaches

But you cuddle against each other and manage to smile at each other before calling it a day

Of course, you guys would totally forget how worse you felt when you crashed and would most likely go on another sugar rush

“Hello?”

“ZEN HI ZEN HELLO RAINBOW UNICORN I’M A UNICORN TOO”

“CUT IT OUT YOU TWO!!! STOP EATING CANDY AND STOP BOTHERING ME!!!“

Zen

He’s rushing home from work because it’s movie night and he doesn’t want to keep his princess waiting

When he opens the door though you suddenly jump into his arms and shower him with kisses

“Whoa, babe~”

“Did you miss me that much?”

You would tell him about your day (in fast forward, because your brain was in super speed and your mouth had trouble keeping up at some point ;;;)

Zen sees the pile of chocolate wrappers in the trash can and a light bulb goes off in his head

He makes the popcorn with you but you couldn’t stay still for so long so you start singing the song from the musical he was working on

Omg his heart is melting because you knew all the lyrics and omg he loves your voice so much

He sings with you and you two do the actions and dance moves as well

Only you do an overly exaggerated version of everything because you’re so hyper

And he would laugh and melt on the spot because his girlfriend is so cute and adorable and PERFECT

When the movie starts, you made commentaries on everything and he would comment with you

He’s so happy to see you so excited and bubbly and happy and goddammit you’re so adorable he loves you so much and he would do anything to make you happy

When you start to get quiet though, he just smiles and pulls you closer, letting you lay your head on his shoulder

You manage to fall asleep right before the big finale and Zen carries you to bed and tucks you in

He makes a note to buy less chocolates because he doesn’t want you to eat too much and crash too often, but once in a while he’ll let you binge on sweets and he always makes sure he’s there to take care of you when you crash

Jumin

He comes home and is surprised to see you running around the house with Elizabeth the 3rd

Party music is blaring from his surround sound and his house is a mess

Did his eye just twitch?

But as he watches you, he’s fascinated at your energy and he can’t help but smile

Then he notices the gift basket someone gave him and it looks as though you ate all the chocolates ;;;

But as you’re dancing and singing at the top of your lungs you notice him watching you from the doorway and your husband’s smiling at you

And you reach out your hand to him and he grabs your hand

He was not prepared for what happened next

You started dancing with him but not “proper” dancing noooo you were banging your head and gyrating against him and jumping around omg what kind of dancing is this where did you learn this???

“Jumin, loosen up!!!”

;;; MC i can’t dance like that ;;;

He can think of another activity he’d like to do with you while you’re hyper though…

He sets up his Zetbox and turns on Just Dance (ofc it’s Just Dance, what were you thinking? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

You kill him with perfect dance moves of course, and you laugh as he tries to dance in his suit

But he’s having so much fun with you; he never knew you were a great dancer but of course his wife would be good at everything

When you crash, he notices and picks you up in his arms and carries you to bed

Zen you’re not the only one who works out

And he would tuck you in and make sure you’re comfortable before turning in beside you

You’re more cuddly when you’re tired and he absolutely loves it

Of course he’d rather you not eat too much sweets but if you really want to, he’d ask you to have regular check-ups to the doctor, nutritionist and dentist; your health is still is top priority

Saeyoung

His fridge is stocked with Ph.D Pepper

So it was no surprise when you get a sugar rush from drinking too much ;;;

Saeyoung is finishing something for the agency but you just can’t stay still!

You reload your water gun and sneak up behind him

He’s surprised when you pull back his chair and he tilts backward, eyes wide and Honey Buddha Chips flying everywhere

“MC!!!!”

And then you’re spraying his face with water

IT.

IS.

ON.

Saeyoung is definitely set on vengeance but you’re so hyper that he can’t even get a clear shot; he misses you by inches but you manage to hit him every single time

Seriously this boy is so in-love with you right now

Even Vanderwood is impressed with your accuracy

Well, until he sees the mess you two made ;;;

“OY YOU TWO BETTER CLEAN THIDNDKALALSHLWLA” Oops he slipped on a puddle ☜(˚▽˚)☞

Even Saeran joins in the fun! But that’s because Saeyoung missed you and hit Saeran instead ;;;

You can’t stop laughing hysterically and Saeyoung laughs along with you because he just loves seeing you so happy

Of course he also feels guilty because he knows you’ll feel terrible in a while

And then in the middle of the water fight, you slip and fall on the ground

“MC! Are you alright?” Saeyoung rushes to you…but you’re still laughing

Although you can’t get up anymore because your eyelids have gotten really heavy

And he lifts you to the bed despite your protests

“Saeyoung I can still walk”

“No MC you can’t pressure yourself to walk after your crash! It’s bad for your teeth!”

WTF does that have to do with this???

He’s very goofy but he’s very caring and he makes sure you rest up

Also makes sure to stock up on water ;;;

Jumin hired him to do a photoshoot for his new confectionery store

And you decided to go with him

And of course you’re practically drooling at all the sweets in the store so Jaehee offers you samples

Of everything

Oh my God worse idea ever

You start feeling restless as V takes the shoot and you end up popping more candy into your mouth

And then you’re chatting up Jaehee nonstop

And when she had to do something you chat up Jumin and start joking around with him

You’re so hyper that everything he says seems funny and you laugh a little louder than usual

Which catches V’s attention

When he sees you laughing around with Jumin and talk animatedly with him, he gets a bit jealous but pushes it away because a. Jumin is his best friend and would never hurt him and b. he loves you and trusts you

Of course he still kind of wishes you would be that animated with him too

When the shoot is done you finally run up to V and kiss him on the cheek and start telling him how cool he is and how wonderful the photos turned out and he’s smiling because he’s never seen you this excited and happy

And you’re stumbling over your words but he’s just smiling at you, loving how adorable you are

On the way home you fall asleep in the car ride but he would just lean over and kiss your cheek as you sleep, having found out that you tasted every sweet that the shop offered

Would probably wait in the car with you even when you reach home because he doesn’t want to wake you up this cutie

Saeran

This guy loves ice cream

But he never gets sugar rushes

Unlike you ;;;

You tried to match his ability to eat loads of ice creams in a day and whew boy, he’s not ready for what happens next

You suddenly jump on Saeran’s back and cling to him as you’re on your date

;;; “MC get off my back!”

“Noooo I want to stay here, Saeran~”

Extra cute and hyper MC makes him turn red

You stay on his back and point to the places you want to go and he mutters complaints about how heavy you are but deep down he enjoys carrying you around

At some point though, you climb down his back and start running towards the sea

“MC! The beach is too far, we can’t walk all the way there!” ;;;

As if you were listening ;;;

He brings you to a place overlooking the sea and you both watch as the sun sets

And he glances at you to see a peaceful, lazy grin on your face

“I think all the sugar is gone now.”

“Good. Come on. Let’s go home.”

He’d hold your hand as you follow him sluggishly and he kneels down and offers his back again

You guys end up calling Saeyoung to pick you up though because Saeran’s also tired :)))

Vanderwood

You’re on a date and Vanderwood makes the mistake of buying you a banana split ice cream

Which you eat by yourself because he doesn’t like sweets that much

And he didn’t know it was going to be MASSIVE but you tell him you can handle it

He didn’t expect you to get a sugar rush ;;;

Oh dear God no

It’s like being with a female version of Saeyoung

You’re so hyper and you’re all over the place

He’s tired just by looking at you running down the street

Worse, you drag him along with you, pointing at all the shops and dragging him inside, only to run out again because you could not stay still

And oh my God you just said 4 words in a second like wtf

He cannot keep up with you ;;; Seriously, this secret agent is exhausted ;;; This is more exhausting than fighting off a dozen skilled men

“MC, for the love of God, let’s go home.”

But then as you’re heading to his car, you crash

And he notices that your energy level dropped from 500 to 20

“You shouldn’t have finished that whole ice cream by yourself,” he would tell you repeatedly

Yeah yeah, Mary Vanderwood the 3rd

But this man seriously cares about you

He isn’t very showy but he can’t let his lady walk all the way to the car like this

So he would carry you in his arms the rest of the way, his exhaustion forgotten

He thought you were too tired to notice, but you don’t miss the slight blush on his cheeks or the way he looked at you —like you were the only thing that mattered to him in this world

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#squad, contact, track and field, fragrance, and poison for the da group? and if you're up to it: photo album for all of them too c:

Gladly!! (from here)

#squad: who’s friends with who? what are the squad dynamics like?

The short version that I’d originally written ended up getting Really Long so how about I break this down alphabetically

FYFA: doesn’t interact much with Idina, though when they do talk she asks questions about magic; doesn’t interact much with Ilse, thinks she’s too uppity; initially didn’t like Kallian much but spends more time with her now that the Blight is over; immediately took a liking to Naoka during the Blight; doesn’t interact much with Sutton but likes her on the basis that Naoka likes her; warmed up to Theresa circa Broken Circle and has not ceased to be a nuisance to Tess since

IDINA: doesn’t interact much with Fyfa, though when they do talk she asks questions about Dalish life; doesn’t interact much with Ilse; likes Kal but didn’t spend much time with her until after the Blight; warmed up to Naoka slowly, and now likes her very much as a friend; gets along with Sutton; has been best friends with Tess since they were itty bitty, and it took them 18 years and a whole Blight to figure out they like each other

ILSE: doesn’t interact much with Fyfa or Idina, though she likes the latter more than the former; doesn’t interact much with Kal until they’re both close to their Callings, at which point they get along p well; hated Naoka at first, but they started to get along after she worked through her own Issues, and now the two of them are qps; doesn’t interact much with Sutton but enjoys her company well enough; thoroughly enjoys Tess’ company

SUTTON: doesn’t interact much with Fyfa; gets along with Idina; doesn’t interact much with Ilse but likes her on the basis that Naoka likes her didn’t pay Kal much mind until midway through the Blight, then reached out to Kal (and ultimately saved her life by doing so); hit it off immediately with Naoka, then after a rough patch between Redcliffe and Orzammar the two of them properly got together; good friends with Tess

And that was Still long lmao

The rest will go under a cut!

contact: how does your OC(s) feel about touch/physical contact? are they affectionate? if so, how do they display affection to others?

FYFA doesn’t like contact from people she doesn’t know, but if she knows you and likes you, she will find any reason she can to touch you. You know she likes you if she drapes herself over you like you’re furniture. She’ll call anyone on their bullshit, but when she loves someone, she’ll hug them afterward

IDINA enjoys some casual touch, like handshakes and an arm on the shoulder, even a quick hug if she knows who you are. She isn’t much of a cuddler until she loves you, however, and even then she prefers showing her affection in other ways, most often with words -- sweet nicknames and the like

ILSE finds touch to be too intimate for her liking most of the time, in particular because she’s very slow to trust people. When she and Naoka get together, though, it’s revealed that’s she liked cuddling while asleep. While awake, she’s more likely to share space and silence with someone if she likes them. If she’s smiling in your company, she trusts you; if she’s adjusting her schedule to suit you, she adores you

SUTTON loves contact but she’s very adaptable, and she quickly becomes fluent in the love languages of the people in her life. She loves picking people up to hug them bc she’s tall and buff enough to do so, but her three favourite people don’t like being picked up. It’s very tragic

track & field: which (if any) of your OCs are athletic? what sports to they play? which of your OCs would go HARD in P.E.?

All except for Idina are athletic actually! It isn’t that Dee dislikes physical activity, it’s that she vastly prefers just pain ol’ walking if she’s supposed to move at all

Ilse is the least athletic of the other three per say, but she’s both fit and competitive, and she would love contact sports like rugby. Fyfa likes being athletic for the sake of moving around, and she’s also competitive for the sake of competition; she’d probably genuinely love track and field tbh. Sutton regularly spends time at the gym with her buddies, and absolutely goes hard as hell during competitive sports. She’s mostly here to have fun, but she’s not having fun if she’s not giving it her all

fragrance: what do your OCs smell like?

FYFA has a perpetual herbal smell to her, no matter how long it’s been since she was in the woods. There’s a sharp accent to her scent that could be spice or could be blood. As she gets older, the smell of death clings to her sooner than it clings to the others, overtaking the herbal smell little by little

IDINA smells like petrichor; in the Circle she smelled more like flowers pressed in a book, both the pages and the flowers themselves, but after leaving the Circle she was outside as often as possible. When using combat magic, or while she’s feeling intense emotion, she smells noticeably of ozone for a while

ILSE’s hair requires lots of care, including various oils, to keep it curly and healthy in the dry heat of Orzammar. Most of those oils don’t have much scent since they’re largely nut oils, but one can notice a coconutty smell to Ilse if one is close enough

SUTTON usually smells of salt in one way or another: sea water and sweat are each viable culprits. She frequently smells like dog, too, to the surprise of absolutely no one

poison: vices/bad habits? what are they? how do they affect your OC?

FYFA, in Shay’s on words, will die on any hill she sees. She likes arguing for the sake of arguing; she’s very good at talking for ages about nothing at all, and also good at telling lies, both extravagant and plausible. This got her into all sorts of trouble growing up, which she delighted in

IDINA will do just about anything for sugar. Not only that, but she has a bad habit of making assumptions; this has led to more than one instance of her assuming something that Tess didn’t mean, and Tess hates it when people put words in her mouth, so that ofc went well. She also used to shrink under pressure, and while she’s gotten better at this with time, she still has a tendency to ramble and to restart her sentences when stressed or nervous

ILSE is deeply traditional, and she has a very hard time altering her course when she learns that tradition isn’t the most favourable path to walk. This makes her first six months on the throne strenuous for her and Naoka, who had stayed behind as her second and who had to frequently remind Ilse of their intended goal of rebuilding the society of Orzammar

SUTTON puts into motion nearly every impulse that crosses her mind if it seems like fun, consequences be damned. This has led to more than one painful rash, broken bone, and judging look. Again, though, consequences be damned

photo album: describe one of your OCs’ favorite memories.

FYFA: Eating berries with Tamlen and Merrill behind their shared aravel. Merrill was the only one among them to have vallaslin, despite being more than two years younger than her and nearly three younger than Tamlen; the two of them would be completing their hunters’ trial in a couple of days. But for now, the three of them were children, flicking rotten berries at each other’s faces, carding stained fingers into one another’s hair, tangling their legs together, laughing and carefree

IDINA: Those tentative steps she took on the shore or Lake Calenhad after stepping off the boat she, Tess, and Duncan had been in, before they reached the wild grass and flowers and she laid down among them. Years and years of waiting to be on this side of the lake culminating into this long moment, with her on her back, looking up at the grey sky through squinted, smiling eyes. When her eyes found Tess, she was smiling down at her, one of her rare and soft smiles that Idina had always felt were meant just for her; Idina had never felt so free

ILSE: That two-second-long period between the Assembly acquiescing to her and Tess’ pitch to make her Queen and Bhelen making an attempt on Tess’ life for it. The whole room was alive with sound, as the deshyrs celebrated the end of their indecision and politely (or enthusiastically) welcomed their future Queen; and her new friends were right behind her. For the woman who had spent the better part of the year in various states of Alone, this welcome was long-awaited

SUTTON: Standing with her mother on a cliff on the coast of the Waking Sea, watching huge waves crash into the rock face with such force that, even while standing several feet away from the cliff’s edge, Sutton and Eleanor’s clothing was soaked by the half hour mark. Eleanor did not lose her attachment of the sea after marrying into the land-locked Couslands, and here, watching and listening to the waves, humbled and small and yet at ease, Sutton understood why her mother loved and respected the waves

#God this took a long time to write out #Thank you Shay!! <3 #QR 'n A #sleepyspoonie #Warden #Mahariel #Surana #Aeducan #Cousland #Fyfa Mahariel #Idina Surana #Ilse Aeducan #Sutton Cousland #caps/#food mention/#cursing/

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