#and also maybe bun and annalise

[townofcadence]

Some quick doodles of RP scenes I played around with! I have a couple more in mind since I'm always looking for an excuse to draw more friend OCs, but I'll save that for a part 2 :>

Chitterskit (first picture) belongs to @hallow-grove! Lock (middle pictures) belongs to @entropynchaos! Dwight (last picture) belongs to @arcanescholxr!

[lunarliza]

JJ Maybank Must Die | Chapter 5: Hair Dyes

fuckboy!JJ x Reader

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JJ Maybank is the island’s most infamous fuckboy- not that you ever cared. But when a group of tourist girls come to your surf shop crying to you about him, you agree to help them plot revenge. Sabotage is all fun and games, until you find that the playboy you were sworn to ruin happens to be falling head over heels for you.

Yes, this is based on John Tucker Must Die lol

note: sexual-like content ahead. also pls keep in mind that this is just a playful haha funny story, this stuff isn’t meant to be taken seriously at all 

“So are you a virgin?” 

You scowled at the phone perched on your nightstand. 

“No,” you lied, continuing to paint your big toe. 

Oddly enough, after the whole nature-calling theatre debacle, JJ not only apologized profusely when the movie ended, but he actually pursued you even harder the week following. The universe really did work in mysterious ways.

He quadruple texted you during the day, sent you funny pictures of him lallygagging around the town with The Pogues, and called you every night until you both fell asleep. 

At first you found it clingy as hell, but seeing JJ in the girl-filter or watching videos of him pranking John B sleeping had you entertained enough to actually respond. 

Tonight’s phone topic was 21 Questions, and like the fuck boy he was, ‘what’s your favorite color’ turned dirty in a matter of minutes. 

“What’s your body count?” you asked, actually curious about what that figure might be. 

“Hm,” you could hear him smacking his lips, “To be honest, I don’t really know.”  

“Are you serious?” 

“Well,” he spluttered through the line, “I stopped keeping count after like 30. If I had to give a range it’d probably be from 50 to 70.” 

Your nose crinkled. “Charming.” 

Just then, you heard your mom’s voice echo from the front door, “Y/n! Package came in for you!” 

“One sec,” you told the blondie on the phone and waddled down the hall on your heels, careful of your wet toes. 

Ripping open the box, you gasped at the rows of assorted lacy thongs Annalise ordered yesterday to be sent to your house. You forgot rich people could afford express shipping. 

“Everything good?” JJ questioned through the line. 

“Yeah, uh, just a little shocked at how big the, uh, water bottle I ordered is.”

Your hand clawed through the stash, feeling how nice the silk and lace felt. No surprise, it was also a very expensive brand. You considered keeping a few for yourself. 

“Hm, interesting,” JJ responded, “Anyways, continuing our game, do you have any kinks, like in bed?” 

You held up a red g-string, inspecting the tiny bows lining the crotch area. “Yeah, I have a few.” 

------------------------------- On your next day off, JJ invited you to go fishing with him and his friends. He picked you up early to grab some equipment from the store. Afterwards, you both sprawled on his bed, waiting for the others to arrive. 

“Hey JJ?” you asked, hand tangled in his gold locks while he played some game on his phone. 

“Hm?” 

“So do you remember the other night when we talked about our kinks?” you asked as seductively as your inexperienced self could. 

He immediately halted his game, a sly smirk danced its way across his lips. “Yeah...” 

“Well,” you bit your lip, “I do have this one that just really turns me on.” 

“I’m listening,” he piped, running a hand up and down your thigh. 

You put on your best amateur sex-minx face, blinking up at him. “It’s a little weird though.” 

He shifted positions so he laid between your thighs, kissing up your exposed stomach from your crop-top. “I don’t care. If it gets you wet baby, I’m all for it.” 

“Okay then... I actually have a present for you.” 

Sliding out from under him, you scrambled through your bag and pulled out the red g-string. JJ whistled from his bed in response, leaning back on his arms at the edge.

“That’s sexy as fuck,” he dragged you closer by the back of your thighs, “Try it on for me real quick, before the rest of the Pogues get here.” 

“Oh no no no,” you hung the underwear out to him, “It’s for you.” 

JJ’s mouth went agape, his eyes nearly exploding. “What the fuck y/n?! Are you kidding me?” 

You pouted and sulked away with a huff. “I knew it! I knew you’d make fun of me! I thought I could trust you JJ!” You covered your face and wailed like a child who couldn’t get her way. If this wasn’t your Oscar-winning moment you didn’t know what was. 

“Hey, hey, hey, wait,” JJ cooed, stroking his hand up your shoulders behind you. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t making fun of you, I was just a little shocked that’s all.” 

“But you think it’s weird!” you cried out, refusing to meet his eyes. 

“Well,” he scratched the back of his head, “I mean... you really want me to wear it?” 

You sniffled and nodded. 

“And this turns you on?” 

You nodded again, facing him. “I just, I think it’s so sexy when a man can embrace his sexuality like this you know?” 

“I guess... do you just want me to try it on?” 

“That’d be nice,” you rubbed the side of your arm, “Maybe you could even wear it today when we go out? It’ll be under your shorts so no one will see.” 

“Are you kidding me? N-” 

Your puppy-dog eyes stopped him dead in his tracks, threatening to burst into tears again. Boy, was this guy putty in your hands. 

He sighed, swiping the underwear from your hand. “Fine, but we do not mention this to any of my friends, got it?” 

You quickly shook your head with an excited smile, knowing damn well the thong was high-cut.

Minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, giving you a little show of his new undergarments. You had to admit, under all those baggy shorts laid a nice pair of perky buns. The sight of him trying to body roll on the floor made you fall back cackling at his Magic Mike attempts. 

Annalise definitely should’ve ordered a size up because his rising bulge was stretching out the lace that was clinging on for dear life. You had to shield your beet-red face. 

The ring of the doorbell sent JJ scurrying to find his pants while you walked to the front to answer it. In came his friends- John B, Kiara, and Pope- who you greeted just as the blonde sauntered out of his room as if nothing was fishy was going on. 

“So, who’s ready to hit the water?” John B asked as the guys gathered up the fishing equipment. 

You followed the herd out to the docks where the famous HMS Pogue sat. JJ walked a little ahead of you and Kiara, casually picking at the wedgie through his shorts. Kiara scrunched her nose in disgust while you snorted and had to bite your lip from bursting out laughing.

Riding along the marsh, you chatted with Kiara on the back deck while the boys casted the net at the front. She raved all about the new tarot deck she bought and even practiced some palm readings on you. You didn’t know her very well, seeing as she attended the Kook school, but you were glad she was easy to get along with. 

“So what’s the deal with you and JJ?” she asked out of nowhere. From the corner of your eye, you could see Pope do a discreet double-take at her question.

“Um, I’m not really sure,” you answered, “We’re just hanging out, I guess.” 

“Well, you’re the first girl he’s ever brought to hang out with us,” she revealed, “Or even really hung out with in general, for that matter.” 

A sharp gasp from the boys snapped you both out of your conversation. There, at the tip of the boat, was JJ bending over the net with the prominent lacy bows of his g-string exhibited for the world to see. 

John B and Pope doubled over cackling like a pack of hyenas. “JJ what the actual fuck!” 

The blonde whipped upright instantly once he caught on, hand flying to cover his backside. His entire face went the brightest shade of red. “Shut the fuck up! Or I’ll kill you both!” 

Pope fell to the wooden floor of the deck, trying to regain his breath from the laughter as John B doubled over on top of him. 

“Stop it you guys!” Kiara scolded at the boys who were practically in tears. She had to hold back a few giggles herself. “If JJ wants to wear that then let him! I think it’s,” she accidentally snorted, “I think it’s cool!” 

JJ fastened his shorts and began play-fighting the hyenas. Meanwhile you filled your girls chat in on the hilarious scene, trying to muffle your own snickering. 

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“You want to be a what when you grow up?” 

“A hairstylist,” you repeated through the phone. You hoped the pitch change in your voice wasn’t too much to give yourself away. Nevermind the fact that you knew nothing about hair as yours was always wet from surfing. 

“Uh okay,” JJ responded, “That was kinda unexpected but you do you I guess.”  

You slouched on the old-fashioned armchair in Annalise’s condo while your friends gathered around to listen in on yours and JJ’s call. A fit of snickers and shushes flew through the room as they tried to suppress their noise. 

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to practice on people for a while now. I need to have experience to get into this beauty school I’ve been looking at,” you went on, “Do you think I could try something on you tomorrow?” 

You heard him scratch through the line. “Uh, why me? You don’t have any other friends that you could do it on?” 

“Because JJ! You’re like the only blonde I know. And I really want to perfect my bleaching skills. C’mon please! It’ll only be like a shade lighter. You’ll hardly even notice,” you promised in your well-rehearsed begging voice. 

“I’m not sure about this one, Y/n. It seems a little risky. Pope and John B are still ragging me for the underwear.” 

“Hmph,” you took the phone and held it closer to you, “Come onnnn JJ! I swear it’ll be fine. Please just do me this teensy little thing. I might even return the favor.” Your voice sang at the last bit.

He hiked in a long breath. “F-Fine. Just promise me it won’t be noticeable!” 

“Promise!” you cheered as the quad around you erupted in their silent happy dances. “Okay I’m going to go now, see you tomorrow before Sarah’s birthday Loverboy!” You sent him air kisses through the phone and hung up. 

“Men are so easy!” Sophia drawled, taking a huge bite of her ice cream pint. 

“You’re getting so good at this y/n!” Arabella pretend to wipe away tears, “I’m such a proud mama!” 

Maia whisked into her room and popped out seconds later, handing you a bottle of squeeze hair dye. “Here it is. Use it wisely young grasshopper.” 

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You showed up to JJ’s house the next day. Thankfully, his dad was out a work so you had the entire house to yourself. Lord knows you needed it with the mild trauma you were about to put this boy through. 

You had JJ sit in the bathroom, away from the mirror with his head leaned back and eyes closed. Clumsily, you applied the dye like the Youtube video you watched the night before. Needless to say, you were getting it everywhere- on your clothes, JJ’s clothes, the counters. 

It was a disaster. But you played it cool, reminding JJ to keep his eyes shut or the dye will burn them. After wrapping his head in foil sheets and waiting 20 minutes, you bent him over the shower and washed everything out. 

Drying his still covered hair in the towel, you yanked it off him as he turned to the mirror and let out a deafening, ear-splitting shriek. 

“WHAT THE FUCK! OH MY GOD!” 

JJ looked like he was about to cry, horror-stricken, at his bright new bubblegum pink hair. 

“What the fuck is this?! What am I going to do?!” he paced back and forth in the clustered bathroom, “Sarah’s surprise party is tonight! John B’s gonna kill me if I don’t go! People can’t see me like this!” 

You bit your finger, glancing off to the side. “It was a mistake! I’m so sorry! It was supposed to be ash blonde but I might’ve gotten strawberry blonde instead.” 

JJ grabbed your shoulders, desperation drowning his eyes. “You have to fix this right now y/n! We have to be at the beach in an hour!” 

“You can’t bleach it again right now,” you protested, “You’ll fry your hair and then it’ll look like a bird’s nest!” 

“Then what are we going to do?! I can’t go outside like this!” 

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“Chug! Chug! Chug!” 

Throwing your head back, you finished the remains of the beer and tossed the cup into a nearby bin. The small crowd yelped as you threw your hands up. 

JJ crept up behind you and lifted you in the air, spinning you around. “Fuck yeah y/n!” 

You patted on the backwards cap on his head and he let you back down, pecking your cheek. 

Minutes before you guys arrived, he was able to rummage through is drawers for a hat big enough to stuff his Strawberry Shortcake hair into. Some specks still peeked out underneath, but, in the dark, you couldn’t really tell the island’s golden boy was now a pink poodle. 

The birthday girl, Sarah Cameron, skipped over to the group around you and thanked everyone for coming. She had her fingers linked with her new boo and party organizer, John B, as she hugged all her friends. 

You met her briefly after the big ‘surprise’ chant when she first arrived. When she referred to you as ‘JJ’s girl’ in front of everyone, you blushed and ignored her comment even though her and basically all the girls there were wondering the same thing. 

If only they knew. 

In your peripheral, you spotted your sabotage squad casually stroll into the beach and blend in with the pack of dancing kids. It was time to initiate Plan D. 

As the party progressed, you clung onto JJ side due to the fact that you hardly knew anyone there. You sat in his lap during a few drinking games and he even held you up while you did a keg stand. 

You were both dancing tipsy for a bit near the bonfire. His hands roamed your body while you pressed your ass to his crotch. You giggled when he bent over and kissed up your neck. 

“It’s getting kind of crowded now,” you mentioned at the growing swarm of people. Word probably got out about the party which definitely drew the hordes of tourists that were arriving by the dozen. JJ hummed against your skin. 

“We could get out of here for a bit,” you suggested, “Maybe go for a little dip in the water?” 

You felt his ears perk. He eyed you questioningly while you sauntered away from him and the throng of people, motioning for him to follow.

And he did. Just like a lost puppy. 

Both of you moved to a secluded section of the beach. The waves were calmer, and the music from the party muffled against the sound of the water crashing. 

“What is your cute little ass up to now,” JJ teased as you peeled off your top to set on a rock, revealing a sexy push-up black bikini. Again, one of Maia’s. 

“Come on! Let’s swim for a bit,” you coaxed, slipping out of your shorts. He grinned when you backed towards the water.

Here goes nothing. 

Sultrily, you undid the back string of your bathing suit and flung it onto the sand. JJ’s lips parted slightly. You swore his spirit left his body for a moment. 

You bit your lip. Still locking eye contact, you discarded your bottoms next. 

Twirling your nude body around, ass in full view, you cocked your head back at the awestruck teenage boy. “What? Cat’s got your tongue? Are you gonna come in or just stand there?” 

You’d never seen anyone undress at the speed JJ did, sans hat and everything. “Oh my God!” you squealed at the sight of him stepping out of the pink thong you gave him, “I can’t believe you wear those still!” 

He darted towards you and the ocean, the smile on his face stretched all the way to his sculpted cheek bones. “Hey, you like them and they make my ass look good. It’s a win-win for everyone!”

You also couldn’t help but notice his, uh, junk that was swinging while he ran with you. One peep at it and everything clicked in your head as to why women were obsessed with him. It was a very pleasing sight. 

Knees deep in the water, his hands drew up your sides. He ogled at your bare body, radiated by nothing but the moon, and you shifted a bit to make sure his back was fully facing the shore. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped, resting his hands just atop the swell of your butt. “Fuck,” he purred, “C’mere.” 

Bending down, he crashed his lips onto yours, stroking up and down your backside. With one eye open, you peeked towards the rocks where two dark shadows hunched over and scurried away swiftly. 

Turning your attention back to the kiss, you briskly pulled away and splashed him before he could react. 

“Oh you wanna play huh?” he taunted and lunged at you while you playfully shrieked. 

You giggled as he picked you up, hand under your neck and knees, spinning you around a few times before dropping you at a slightly deeper end. You floated back up and splashed at him again with all your might. 

JJ swam towards you and wrapped your legs around his waist under the water, only your heads above the water at this point. “You’re so fun,” he gushed, kissing you again, a little more forcefully this time. 

You two stayed that way for a bit until you heard the kids from the party faintly singing ‘Happy Birthday’. 

“Fuck!” you shouted before scrambling out the water with JJ on your trail. You were able to pick up your bikini from the sand and pull it on. But once you got back to the rock, the only thing left was a single pink thong. 

“Where the fuck did our clothes go?!” JJ hollered, outraged. 

“Oh my God!” you joined, “Maybe some raccoons took them!” 

Not even bothering with your preposterous presumption, he held his hands up to his head in stress. “What the fuck am I gonna do? I have to go back through the party to even get to the car! And I have fucking pink hair!” 

“Uhh, maybe you could swim through the water past them? I could meet you on the other side with a towel.” 

“Okay okay! Just hurry!” he urged, hurrying back into the water in just the skimpy underwear. 

You jogged back to the party that died down by quite a bit. Only close friends remained. 

“Where’s JJ?” Pope asked as you surveyed the area, “He missed the whole cake. We were looking for a lighter for ages.” 

You merely shrugged. “Not sure, maybe he left for a bit?” 

Pope glanced around, confused until a voice- Sophia’s voice- shrieked from the sides. “Oh my gosh is that JJ?!”

A few gasps emitted from the crowd as Arabella and Annalise shone their flashlights at the bubblegum head perched on top of the water. 

“JJ what the fuck are you doing?!” John B yelled, “And why the fuck is your hair pink?!”

JJ looked as if he’d seen a ghost. He laughed sheepishly, “Yeah about that I-” 

Before he could finish, the tide pulled out to reveal the fuchsia g-string on his hips. John B face palmed himself and shielded Sarah’s eyes from the indecent scene. 

The party exploded in laughter, Pope and Kiara fell to their knees on the sand, joining the mass.

Middle fingers in the air, JJ dashed through the roaring flock and to the car. “Fuck you all! But happy birthday Sarah!” 

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note: hehehehhe. okay i had fun writing dis. pls msg me to be tagged!! 

chapter six

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[dirtykpopsnaps]

Brought Together by Dance - Jung Hoseok (soulmate au)

Warnings: None

Contains: Cute soulmates!Hobi and Y/N meeting

Requested: no

Words: 7, 470 (huh...my longest yet and it’s for my bias...this was not intended😂😅)

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I smile around at all of the little kids gathered before me. “Alright, guys, you heard Mrs. Melany, you can go,” I laugh lightly. As soon as I say this, all the little children start taking off their soft shoes as putting them away in their dance bags. Before long, Melany and I are alone in the room. Narrowing her eyes, she turns to me and playfully glares.

“Maybe you should teach beginner ballet. They actually listen to you,” she says. I laugh lightly, taking my soft shoes off and changing into my sneakers.

“I guess I just work well with little kids,” I smile. She rolls her eyes lightly at this explanation.

“Well, there’s that but they can also see your attachment when you dance,” she points out. I shrug lightly, nodding my head and smiling at her.

“Yeah...that could also be part of it,” I giggle.

When I’m done pulling my sneakers on, I look down at my ankle. Even through the light pink material of my tights, you can clearly see the outline of my attachment tattoo.

My soulmate attachment is a small tattoo at my ankle. It’s of a little ballerina dancer and, truthfully, it’s part of the reason that I started doing ballet in the first place. When I was very little, I would ask my mother what it was and one day when I was about four, I asked if I could start ballet. From that moment on, ballet and dance in general have been a very big part of my life. I don’t know where I would be if my soulmate attachment was any different.

From next to me, Melany also pulls on her sneakers after practice. “So, when’s the flight?” She asks calmly. I shoot her an excited smile.

“Early tomorrow morning. Like, *super* early, so I’ll be turning in early tonight,” I tell her.

“I want lots of pictures, okay? Especially if you get to meet that group. You know the kids would love them,” she reminds me. I nod my head lightly and stand up, hoisting my dance bag onto my shoulder.

“I will absolutely send you pictures, especially if I meet them. I’m honestly not sure what’s going to happen,” I explain, shrugging my shoulders.

Talking between ourselves, Melany and I leave the ballet studio. We wave goodbye to the receptionist, Annalise, then head out to the parking lot. We climb into the car together, ready to get takeout and talk for a little while. You see, Melany is my best friend. I met her in my first ever ballet class and we just grew closer and closer over the years. When Melany asked me to help co-teach the beginning ballet class at her school, I was so excited! I immediately agreed and I’ve been co-teaching classes with her for about a year.It’s one of my favorite parts of what I do.

Melany and I chat happily all the way to the Italian place that she decided on earlier. “Alright, my place or your’s?” I ask, putting the bags of food in the backseat of her car. Melany takes a moment to think before responding.

“Your’s. You have to go to sleep early tonight, plus I don’t wanna wake up Thomas with our talking,” she explains. See, that’s one difference between Melany and I. Melany’s already met her soulmate, Noah, and she has a 6-month-old baby boy named Thomas with him. I, on the other hand, have yet to meet my soulmate. I nod my head lightly and climb back into the car.

“Good call,” I say quickly.

Calmly, Melany drives the car back to my small apartment. When we get their, I grab the food out of the back and hand her my keys to open the door. Melany pushes the door open and lets me inside the apartment. I immediately walk over to the coffee table and set the takeout on the table. When I turn back around, Melany is sending looking at her phone. She must feel me looking, because she looks up at me again and smiles softly, “Noah was just asking where I was. Told him I’d be home in a couple hours and that we’re just talking,” she explains. I nod my head lightly and we both sit down to start eating our food.

Once we start eating, our conversation dies down a little bit. “Okay, Y/N/N, I know you’ve told me the story already, but *please* tell me again? It’s so cool!” She squeals excitedly. I laugh lightly at her excitement and oblige.

“Okay, so obviously, you know that I’m a professional dancer. I do ballet productions all over the world and stuff like that, you know that. Well, a few months ago, I got this call from this music company is Korea called BigHit. Apparently they’re kind of a big deal, so of course I was like ‘what’s up? What do they want?’. Well, the person who called me said that they wanted a professional ballerina for an upcoming music video for one of their groups called BTS. It’s not a major part, just a few scenes here and there within the video, but it’s apparently a pretty big deal. And, by some *miracle*, when they started looking for professional ballerinas, my name came up. So, voila,” I giggle. Melany sighs, leaning her cheek into her hand.

“You’re literally so lucky,” she sighs happily. I shrug lightly, shooting her a soft smile.

“I guess I am. It’s kind of a big deal and I’m pretty excited about it.” Melany shoots me a look.

“So...have you seen any pictures of the group?” She asks. I give her an odd look and raise an eyebrow.

“If you think I didn’t look them up immediately afterward, you obviously aren’t my best friend.”

Melany squeals excitedly, doing a little dance in her seat. “Show me, show me, show me!” She squeals. I laugh loudly and go into the search engine on my phone, looking up ‘BTS’. Search results start folding my phone, but I just go into the ‘pictures’ tab and find a good picture. “Okay, here’s a kind of recent one,” I say, flipping the phone to show her.

Melany looks at the picture, then back up at me. “Wow...they’re cute,” she says in surprise. I give her a wide eyed look.

“I know, right?” I respond. A few seconds of silence fall before she looks up at me again.

“What if one of them is your soulmate?!” She gasps. I roll my eyes and scoff at the idea.

“Ha, yeah right! Don’t get my hopes up, Mel,” I laugh.

“Well, they could be! You haven’t met your soulmate yet!” She points out excitedly.

“I mean, technically, yeah, one of them could be. But, I also don’t want to get my hopes up and then have them crushed,”

I tell her. She sighs softly, nodding her head at me.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

For a while, Melany and I just bounce between topics. She makes me promise to take lots of pictures in Korea and I agree without having to be pressured. She tells me a little bit about Thomas and what’s going on with him. We even talk about the class today and how our students are coming along. After about an hour, I look up at the clock. “Mel, I should probably be getting to sleep. I have to be up and at the airport by, like, 6 AM,” I groan. Melany makes a hissing sound through her teeth.

“Oh, yikes, have fun with that. See you in a couple weeks, Y/N/N,” she says, pulling me into a big hug before grabbing her things and heading out the door.

Once Melany’s gone, I throw out my take out container and take a shower. I take a little longer in the shower than usual, singing softly and letting the hot water soothe my aches from teaching dance all day. When I finally feel soothed enough, I turn off the water and grab a towel from the hanger on the wall. I quickly change into pajamas and then brush my hair. I brush my teeth immediately afterward and then climb into bed. I know that going to sleep with wet hair is a *really* bad idea, but that’s morning Y/N’s problem, not mine.

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After what feels like only five minutes later, my alarm starts blaring from my phone. I groan loudly, shifting around in bed to turn off the offensive noise. Peeling my eyes open, I stare up at the ceiling. After a few seconds, I groan again and sit up, climbing out of my warm covers. I walk into the bathroom and look into the mirror, sighing at myself. As I predicted, going to bed with wet hair was a bed decision. My hair is sticking up at odd angles and looks horrible. Sighing to myself, I pull a brush through it and just throw it up in a bun. I don’t have time to deal with that this morning.

I do my morning bathroom routine and walk back into the bedroom, pulling on the travel clothes that I had picked out yesterday morning. The travel outfit is a fairly simple one and one that I would normally wear if I didn’t have dance that day. It consists of a plain white t-shirt, my favorite dark blue flannel, ripped black jeans, and some black and white sneakers. Once I’m dressed, I check the time again and walk around my small apartment, checking to make sure that I didn’t leave anything I would need. I add my hairbrush and toothbrush to a small travel kit, then place them in the pocket of my carry on. When I’m sure that I have everything, I grab my phone, wallet, keys, and luggage and leave the apartment.

I order a Lyft to the airport and thank the driver when I’m finally dropped off. I grab my luggage and carry on out of the trunk and make my way into the airport. For the most part, my morning at the airport is just a bunch of running around. I need to check in my luggage, go through customs, and wait in *a lot* of long lines, but I finally make it to my terminal. While I wait for my flight, I grab a small breakfast from the little airport café right at my terminal and eat quickly. When I’m ready to just *wait forever* for my plane to start boarding, I sit down in one of the seats at the terminal and wait. I plug my earbuds into my phone and leave one earbud out so that I can hear if they start calling people to board. Calmly, I tap on Spotify and start playing the playlist of BTS songs that’s been recommended to me.

Honestly, ever since I got this job, I’ve been looking into BTS more and more. Now, I haven’t done a major deep dive information search on them, but I know the basics. I’ve learned their names and I know that Namjoon is the leader. I’ve focused a lot on listening to their music. Truthfully, I really do think that their music is pretty cool. A lot of it is really catchy and I won’t deny that I’ve had some of their songs playing through my head for the last few days. I’m actually pretty excited to have the opportunity to work with this group. This is a *really* big opportunity and it’s definitely a way for me to get myself out there a little more. Plus...how many people can say they’ve done something like this before?

Before I know it, I hear the hostess calling out people to board. I stand turn off my music and push my phone back into my carry on, standing up to join the growing line. Slowly, we make our way onto the plane and I search through all the isles, finally finding my seat. I put my carry on in the bag holder overhead and take my seat, settling in. It’s not long after that that the plane is in the air and I’m on my way to Korea.

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Suddenly, I feel someone shaking my shoulder lightly. I yawn softly and stretch up, looking at the person next to me. The person is sweet, smiling stewardess. “We’re here, Ms,” she says. I nod my head lightly and thank her, getting up from my seat. My whole body feels exhausted from the flight and I can already feel my least favorite part of traveling setting in...jet lag. Brushing off the tiredness, I grab my bag from the overhead compartment and step off the plane and into the airport. As quickly as possible, I go through everything at the airport again. I check in and make sure that everything is set up correctly before I’m finally able to leave and try to hail a taxi to my hotel.

Thankfully, hailing the taxi does not take a particularly long time. A taxi drives up and I’m able to give him clear (enough) directions to the hotel that I’m staying at. The drive is fairly short and, when we get there, I pull out the chunk of money that I brought for the trip. The driver can obviously tell that I don’t know how much money I’m actually holding, so he just chuckles lightly and takes a couple of the bills. I flash him a thankful smile and grab my luggage and carry on out of the trunk again, heading into the hotel. Finding my room in the hotel goes about the same way as the taxi and I suddenly feel very thankful that everyone I’ve met so far is so kind and helpful. The worker is able to direct me to the correct room and I thank them and wave softly before I head over to the elevator.

By the time I get to my room, I can already see the sunlight creeping up over the buildings and I sigh softly. Again, I’m very thankful that I was able to sleep most of the plane ride here. That doesn’t mean I’m not incredibly exhausted, but at least I won’t be dying of tiredness by the time I come back to the hotel tonight. For a little bit, I look around my little hotel room and nod my head. It’s nice. When I’ve seen everything that I can, I open up my luggage and pull out my squished dance bag. I set it on the bed and start filling it with some of the things I might need, like my pointe shoes, my soft shoes, extra tights, and deodorant.

Once I have my dance bag filled with things, I change out of my travel clothes and into an outfit more fit for dance. I was reassured that the company would have a costume made for me specifically for the music video, so I don’t need to worry about that. Calmly, I walk into the bathroom and fix my hair again, putting it into a nice ballerina bun. After what feels like hundreds of bobby pins and clips, I feel satisfied with my hair and grab my dance bag before heading out of the room.

Before I leave the hotel, I grab out my phone and walk up to the front desk again. “Hi, um, could you give me directions to...this address?” I ask, showing the receptionist the address I was given. She nods her head happily and starts pointing out of the door, doing her best to give me directions that I would understand. When she’s done, I thank her profusely and start walking in the direction that she told me. The directions were fairly straightforward, so I’m able to find the building without much trouble and I’m soon standing right in front of the biggest building on the street.

Slowly, I open up the door and walk into the building. The lobby of the building is large and there are people everywhere. A receptionist behind the desk catches my attention. “How can I help you?” She asks, tilting her head lightly.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m the ballet dancer that was contacted for BTS’s mv,” I explain. Immediately, realization frowns on her face and she picks up a phone, speaking into the receiver. When she’s done with the conversation, she looks at me again.

“They’ll be down in a moment to take you to the costume department, then you’ll be taken to the stage for the mv,” she says sweetly. I nod my head and thank her, looking around while I wait for whoever is coming to get me.

After a few moments, the elevator door opens up and a woman steps into the lobby. She notices me and waves me over. I hoist my bag up again and walk over to her. I see her eye my bag curiously and I feel a little nervous. “Sorry. I wasn’t sure what to bring, so I packed a dance bag,” I say softly. She chuckles lightly and smiles at me.

“That was smart. Unnecessary, but smart. Thank you for being prepared,” she says. I nod my head at her once, then look away again. She presses the button of the elevator again and we both wait in silence. I look down at the floor, resting my hand lightly against my dance bag.

When the elevator arrives, we both climb inside and she presses a button on the wall. I’m still looking down at the ground and feeling a little awkward when the doors open again. I look up and my jaw drops to the ground. This floor is decorated plainly, but there are rooms that lead off in all directions. Racks of clothes, shoes, and other accessaries are scattered all over the place. Each room has a small sign for what the room contains. The woman pays no attention and steps off the elevator, making her way through the floor and making sure not to touch anything. I follow after her and she leads me into a separate room. The sign on the door simply reads ‘extra costumes’ and I follow her inside the room.

The room inside is filled to the brim with racks of costumes. There are boxes of accessaries stacked on shelves and shoes lining the floor. She shifts through the room and comes back to me with a beautiful white and gold professional ballet costume. In her other hand, she pointe shoes of the same color. I search around the room once before looking back at her. “Sorry if I sound ungrateful, but are there soft shoes, as well?” I ask. The woman nods her head and points towards some shoes on the floor. I pick them up off the floor and nod my head. “Soft shoes are easier to walk in. I’ll switch to the pointe shoes when they ask me to,” I explain. She nods her head and flashes a soft smile before handing me the costume and leaving the room.

As quickly as possible, I change into my tights and the costume. I slip on the soft shoes and check my hair in the mirror. Before I leave the room, I put all my clothes into the dance bag and pick it up again. Once I’m ready, I pick up the pointe shoes and walk into the hall again. The woman smiles when she sees the costume. “You look very pretty,” she compliments. I flash her and soft smile.

“Thank you. This costume is absolutely beautiful,” I respond.

“Thank *you*. I worked very hard on it,” she says. With that, she gestures me to the elevator again and we both wait for it to appear.

When the elevator arrives, she stays on the elevator and gestures me out. This level looks large enough to be a warehouse. There are people hurrying around and fixing things. Some couches are pushed off to the side, far out of view of the camera. Several cameras are focused around different sets with props to make them look a certain way. A person comes hurrying over to me and I suppose he’s the director. He looks me up and down before smiling. “I’m going to guess that you’re Y/N?” He asks. I nod my head quickly. “Good! This way.”

Immediately, the man leads me passed several of the sets. I look at each one as we pass, but I’m only able to catch glimpses. He leads me up to a set that is made to look like a room. It’s intricately made and very detailed and there are people hurrying around to fix small things. I walk back towards the wall and set my dance bag against the wall. Curiously, I look around the whole area and my eyes suddenly are pulled across the room. On a different set of couches at the far wall, I see several men gathered around and talking. It doesn’t take me long to realize who they are. It’s BTS. They’re all gathered around the couches, obviously enjoying a small amount of downtime while something is being adjusted.

As I look at them, I see one of the members look up and point me out the the others. I take deep breaths and look back at the set again. I really *really* don’t want to bother them, no matter how much I want to talk to them. However, I’m not the one who starts the conversation. I’m watching the people ready the set for my part when I suddenly feel someone next to me. I turn my head towards them and my breath catches in my throat as I gasp. Jimin is standing right next to me, watching the set, as well. Slowly, he turns and smiles at me. “Hi, you must be, Y/N. We’ve heard them talking about you,” he says, sticking out his hand for a handshake. Taking a. Deep breath, I shake his hand and force a smile.

“Uh, yeah, I am. And you’re...Jimin,” I say, trying to be as calm as possible. He flashes me another sweet smile.

“I hope you don’t mind if I watch. I’d love to see you dance,” he says. I shake my head lightly.

“No, no, watch if you want to. I mean, it’s your video, anyway,” I say nervously.

Jimin opens his mouth to say something else, but I’m called over to the set. I send him an apologetic smile and hurry over to the man again. He gives me a few instructions, telling me what sort of mood they want from the music video. However, he leaves the dance movements up to me. “I’ve seen you dance before and I want to see what you come up with,” he says kindly. I nod my head and steady my breathing before everyone gets off the set. When I’m ready, I open my eyes and nod towards the men behind the camera. I hear the click of the camera as soon as it starts rolling.

Closing my eyes again, I block out everything around me. I block out the people and all the other sets. I block out all the intrusive and self conscious thoughts. I block out the thought that *Park. Jimin.* is watching me dance. I block everything out and I just let my body move the way that it wants. In my head, the small clip of music that they sent me plays through my mind on repeat. I choose movements that I think portray the feel of the music and then I hear someone yell “cut!”. I open my eyes again and get instructions from the director and cameramen.

For a while, this is how things go. Over and over, I retake the shot and remind myself of the small recommendations that they’re giving me. We eventually switch over to my pointe shoes and I do the same thing, blocking out anything that could bother me. When the cameras finish rolling, I step off the stage and dig down to take off my pointe shoes. Immediately, Jimin kneels down next to me. “That was gorgeous!” He compliments. I smile at him, chuckling lightly.

“Thanks! I’m just hoping it’s good enough for your video,” I tell him.

Suddenly, Jimin goes silent next to me. I look up at him and see that his eyes are trained on my ankle. Through the white tights, you can see the outline of my tattoo. “What’s...that?” He asks, pointing towards my tattoo.

“Oh, it’s my soulmate attachment,” I tell him calmly, pulling the soft shoes back on.

“Is that a ballerina doing a pirouette?” He asks, his voice slightly shaky. I look at him nervously, nodding my head.

“Y-Yeah? Is that important?” I ask nervously. Jimin’s eyes meet mine again and he takes a deep breath.

“Stay here. I need to go get someone,” he tells me. I nod my head and he immediately hurried off, running over to the other members of BTS.

I watch nervously as he has a very quick conversation with them. He keeps looking over his shoulders every few seconds to make sure that I’m still there. He says something and then suddenly several of the members jump off the couch. “You’re kidding!” I hear someone exclaim. My eyes go wide and my mouth goes dry. What is *hell* is going on? Immediately after this exclamation there’s more hurried conversation.

“Yes, I’m sure of it! Just come look!” Jimin defends himself, running off from the group and back to me. Several of the other members go chasing after him seconds later.

Jimin skids next to me and kneels down again, looking at my attachment. “What the hell is going on?!” I ask in shock, my mouth hanging open. Jimin’s bright and hopeful eyes look up at me again.

“I think we found your soulmate,” he says plainly. My breath hitches and I stare at him in shock.

“You’re kidding,” I say plainly, not wanting to believe it. Jimin shakes his head frantically at me and the other members kneel down around me. The other members make room and a member that I recognize as J-Hope sits down next to me.

“Can...Can I see your attachment?” He asks softly. I nod my head softly and shift my leg so that he can see my tattoo better.

For a few seconds he stares at it in shock. Then, very quickly, he yanks up the legs of his pants. On the same ankle as mine, in the exact same spot, is the exact. same. tattoo. I stare at his tattoo for several seconds, my mouth dry as I look at every little detail. Looking at this tattoo, there’s absolutely nothing that distinguishes it from the tattoo that I’ve spent my whole life looking at. Quickly, we both look up at each other break into huge smiles. “We’re soulmates!” I say excitedly, my heart beating wildly inside my chest.

“That’s...I honestly can’t even believe it,” he breathes, searching over my tattoo again.

“And to think...had I not taken this job, I might’ve never met you,” I say. He looks into my eyes again and flashes a bright smile.

“Hey, but you did take the job! And here we are, and we have matching tattoos, and we’re soulmates!” He says excitedly. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N,” I say, not able to force the smile from my face. He laughs lightly.

“Well, my name is Jung Hoseok, but everyone calls me Hobi,” he says.

Suddenly, I hear someone talking from the set in front of us. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. What’s going on here?” The director asks, his eyes flirting over the group of people gathered around Hobi and I.

“We found his soulmate,” Jimin explains. The director looks down at the two of us, his eyes searching everywhere that an attachment could possibly be. Finally, he sees the small tattoo on Hoseok’s ankle. His eyes immediately shift over to my ankle and he can just see the tattoo through my tights. He looks around at everyone else on the set.

“Then I think we should call it a day, we can continue with this tomorrow,” he says.

Calmly, I stand up and walk back over the wall, looking back at them. Is there any place that I can change?” I ask. Immediately, at the members point over to where they were sitting. There is a door just beside the couch and I nod my head, thanking them. I walk over to the door and head inside once I get there. Inside is a dressing room with clothing and makeup chairs scattered around. I set my bag down on the ground and quickly change back into the outfit I came in. When I’m fully changed, I pick up a hanger and hang the costume dress on it. I open the door and step onto the stage again, taking the costume and my bag with me.

When I step out, almost everyone has already left the stage. Everything is fairly quiet and I can’t even see any of the members of BTS around. I pout sadly, wishing Hobi would have stuck around when someone speaks up. “No need to pout, I’m over here,” Hobi says. I jump in surprise and laugh loudly when I see him sitting on the couch, waiting for me.

“God, I didn’t even see you there,” I laugh.

“What? Did you think I was gonna leave while my soulmate was changing? No! It’s taken me 26 years to find you, I’m not leaving you,” he smiles sweetly. My heart flutters at his comment and I giggle, holding out my hand. He chuckles lightly and takes it into his, entwining our fingers.

Calmly, he leads us through the hallways of the BigHig building again. We pass quite a few people on the way, but he ignores them and I do the same. I honestly just want to spend time with him right now. “So, tell me about yourself. Obviously, you’re a professional dancer. What brought you to that?” He asks.

“Well...our attachment, honestly. When I was little, I used to ask my mom about it and I apparently asked for ballet lessons when I was 4. Ever since then, I’ve loved ballet and dance in general. I co-teach a beginner ballet class with my best friend when I don’t have any jobs around the world and I love it,” I say. He laughs lightly.

“Our attachment is what got me into dance, too. Obviously, not ballet, but dance. I thought it was really cool and I always really loved the movements that you would see street dancers doing and I started teaching myself,” he shrugs.

Hobi leads me out of the BigHit building and onto the street. As soon as we leave the building, all eyes are drawn to us. I can feel everyone staring and I slowly start to feel more self conscious. Hobi knits his eyebrows together and looks at me curiously. “Is something wrong?” He asks. I look up into his eyes, then around at the street again.

“Everyone is staring at us,” I say quietly, squeezing his hand lightly. He sighs and nods his head.

“Sadly, it comes with the job. I wish there was something I could do about it,” he sighs. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to calm down and look up at him again.

“It’s alright, I’ll get over it. I’m just excited that I get to spend the day with my soulmate,” I say excitedly. He flashes a bright smile again and starts looking up and down the street.

“So, is there anything you would like to do? We have a whole day,” he says, his eyes landing on me again.

For a second, I think about all the ideas. “Can we...take a picture together? My best friend insisted that I needed to get a picture with you guys and she says I need to send her lots of pictures,” I explain. A huge smile breaks across his face and he nods.

“Absolutely!” He laughs. We walk a little further, looking for a place where we can step aside to take a picture together. Finally, we find a little divot that leads into an alleyway and we stand at the mouth of the alleyway. Hobi takes my phone since he’s the taller of the two of us and we squish together. “Make a silly face!” He says. I immediately pull a silly face and he does the same, snapping the picture.

Giggling, I take my phone back from him and look at the picture. “Oh, that’s beautiful,” I laugh, looking at the goofy faces that we both pulled.

“I like it! Especially this one, she’s such a cutie,” he jokes, pointing to me in the picture. I giggle and click into my messaging app on my phone. I quickly send the photo to Melany and type in a quick message.

To Melany🤞🏻: I found my soulmate!

As soon as the message sends, I turn off my phone and put it in the pocket of my bag. Hobi gives me a confused look and I decide to explain.

“If I don’t put my phone down, Melany won’t leave me alone until I relay *every. detail.* of what happened. I’ll do that later tonight. Right now, I just wanna hang out with my soulmate,” I say. Hobi nods his head lightly, then something seems to catch his eye.

“Have you had lunch yet?” He asks, looking down at me. I shake my head lightly.

“Nope. I got breakfast at the airport earlier, but I haven’t eaten in *hours*,” I say. He scrunches you his nose at the mention of airport food.

“Well, we should get some decent food into your stomach, like, now. There’s a little food cart down the street that has awesome food,” he suggests. I lick my lips at the mention of food.

“Sounds good to me, I’m starving.” Hobi smiles and leads me down the street to the food cart.

When we get there, there’s a short line waiting for food. Since I’ve never been to Korea before, Hobi reads off the menu to me and describes what the food is. I think for a few seconds before deciding what to have. “I think I’ll try some tteokbokki,” I say, looking at the collection of rice cakes on the cart. Hobi nods his head lightly and orders our food. Not thinking anything of it, I start searching through my dance bag for my wallet. As soon as I pull it out, Hobi gives me a look.

“If you think I’m letting you pay, you’re insane,” he dates plainly. I look up at him in shock for a few seconds before slowly pushing my wallet back into my bag. He laughs at lightly at the action and we stand against the wall while we wait for our food.

When our food arrives, Hobi hands it to me and we walk down the street together. As we walk, he’s points out little attractions here and there, telling me what he knows about them. “So, is this your first time in Korea?” He asks, taking another bite of his tteokbokki. I nod my head lightly.

“Mhm, but I’ve been to a lot of other places. I’ve been to Russia a couple times. A few years ago, I was in England. I had a job in Australia when I first started professionally,” I list off a few of the places I’ve traveled to.

“Where’re you from?”

“America,” I say plainly, taking a bite of the food again. At my answer, he sighs softly.

“That’s pretty far away,” he says softly. I sigh, as well, and squeeze his hand.

“Yeah, it is, but we’ll figure it out. My work isn’t really set in one place, so I could easily move here and start teaching a few ballet classes here,” I say nonchalantly. He gives me a surprised look.

“You’d do that?” He asks in shock. I laugh lightly, looking up at him.

“Um, yeah? Absolutely? Your life is here, Hobi, and so is your work. You’re my soulmate and we’re *literally* made for each other, so moving would honestly be nothing,” I shrug. A huge smile flashes across his face and he wraps me in a big hug. I giggle lightly, hugging him back.

As we walk along, he hums softly under his breath. “It’s kinda crazy that we finally met. I honestly never expected to meet my soulmate through work,” he laughs, shaking his head in amazement.

“Well, I guess we just got lucky like that. I definitely didn’t expect to meet my soulmate on this trip either, but here we are,” I giggle, rubbing my thumb lightly over the back of his hand. Silently, I look up at him and just stare at him for a little bit. The sun is playing off of his black hair and he’s looking around for something that the two of us can do together. He has these beautiful brown eyes which just light up when he smiles and I’m in amazement of how someone could be so gorgeous.

Although I’m trying to be subtle about my staring, I don’t seem to be doing a very good job. Hobi laughs, bumping my arms slightly with his shoulder. “What are you thinking about? Why do you keep staring at me?” He laughs, finally looking down at me again. I squeeze his hand lightly before answering.

“I guess I’m just...taking in my soulmate. I never knew someone could be so perfect and then there’s you and I feel completely knocked off my feet,” I smile. He laughs lightly at me.

“I sure hope you mean that in a good way. But, I understand what you mean. I can’t even fully describe it, but there’s just...something about you that is so perfect,” he says.

“Exactly! Like, I don’t know how to say it, but there’s just this feeling of ‘hey. this is your person’,” I giggle.

For a little while longer, Hobi and I walk down the street and just talk. Around 2ish, I decide to ask him something. “Do you just wanna hang out at the hotel I’m staying at? We can just talk and watch movies and order room service tonight,” I suggest. He smiles brightly and nods his head.

“That sounds like a really good idea,” he smiles. Calmly, the two of us turn back around and start heading back towards the hotel I’m staying at. I tell him the name of the hotel and he nods his head, looking up directions so we can find our way there a little easier.

When we reach the hotel again, I take his hand and bring him into the hotel. Hobi ducks his head a little bit so the receptionist can’t see his face, but she doesn’t seem to be paying us much attention anyway. I way softly at her in greeting, but she’s not looking in my direction, so she doesn’t respond at all. I click on the button for the elevator and we wait for a few seconds before the soft ‘ding’ tells us that’s it’s arrived. When we get in, I press the button for my floor and we wait while it slowly makes its way up through the floors. Finally, the elevator reaches the correct floor For a little while longer, Hobi and I walk down the street and just talk. Around 2ish, I decide to ask him something. “Do you just wanna hang out at the hotel I’m staying at? We can just talk and watch movies and order room service tonight,” I suggest. He smiles brightly and nods his head.

“That sounds like a really good idea,” he smiles. Calmly, the two of us turn back around and start heading back towards the hotel I’m staying at. I tell him the name of the hotel and he nods his head, looking up directions so we can find our way there a little easier.

When we reach the hotel again, I take his hand and bring him into the hotel. Hobi ducks his head a little bit so the receptionist can’t see his face, but she doesn’t seem to be paying us much attention anyway. I way softly at her in greeting, but she’s not looking in my direction, so she doesn’t respond at all. I click on the button for the elevator and we wait for a few seconds before the soft ‘ding’ tells us that’s it’s arrived. When we get in, I press the button for my floor and we wait while it slowly makes its way up through the floors. When it reaches the right floor, it stops and gives another little ‘ding’ to alert us.

When the doors slide open, I step out and start searching through my dance bag for my keycard. When I finally find it, I slip the keycard into the slot and give it a few moments for it to process before the ‘clock’ signals that it’s opened. He pushes down the door handle and I step inside, setting my dance bag down on the floor near the bed. Calmly, Hobi and I sit down on the bed together. I smile softly and cuddle up close to him. At my actions, he lets out a snort of laughter and wraps his arm shoulder my shoulder.

Leaning over, I grab the controller off the top of the nightstand on turn on the tv, flipping through some random channels that I can’t even read. “Can you read these to me, Hope? I can’t read them,” I say plainly. For a few seconds, Hobi is silent and I look at him in confusion.

“Did you just call me ‘Hope’?” He asks, tilting his head a little. I stare at him in surprise.

“Did...Did I? I didn’t realize it. If you don’t want me to, I can try and not do that,” I say softly. He shakes his head immediately.

“No, no, I like it, it’s cute. My stage name is J-Hope, so Hope actually fits pretty nicely,” he chuckles. Calmly, he starts reading through the shows that are playing and the description of them. I lean my head on shoulder, listening intently and deciding.

“So, what do you think we should watch? I don’t mind reading subtitles, either,” I say.

“You don’t mind?” He asks curiously. I shake my head lightly.

“Like I said, I’ve been to different places around the world and not all of them spoke English, so I’ve gotten good at reading subtitles,” I explain.

“Then I think we should watch The King of the Mask Singer, it’s a pretty good show,” he says, clicking on the channel. As soon as the show comes on, Hobi turns on the English subtitles so that I can watch, too.

For a while, Hobi and I just cuddle together and watch some shows. It’s mostly reruns, but we don’t really care. When the show gets a bit boring or during commercials, we talk about different things. We even kind of start a game of 20 questions, but we don’t stick to the ‘20 questions’ rule. We’re just sitting and getting to know each other a little better. When one of us wants to know more about the other’s answer, we ask them to elaborate and they do. It’s actually a very nice way to spend time, getting to know him. I couldn’t ask for a better way to get to know my soulmate and I’m truly interested in his answers.

A little ways into the show, I must fall asleep because when I wake up, Hobi’s shaking my shoulder lightly. “We should probably think about ordering food soon, sweetheart,” he tells me. I nod my head and get out the room service menu, asking Hobi to translate again. He chuckles lightly, but does so with ease. Yawning softly, I cover my mouth, then speak up.

“I think I might try seolleongtang,” I hum, curling into his side. Hobi chuckles and picks up the phone to order and tells the receptionist the order for both of us. While we wait, I begin to fall asleep again, but Hobi just keeps chuckling and bouncing his shoulder to wake me up.

When the food comes, we eat in silence and go back to watching tv after we finish. Hobi chuckles lightly and kisses my hair. “Now you can get some sleep, sweetheart. It’s pretty obvious that you’re really tired,” he jokes. I nod my head sleepily.

“Jet lag sucks,” I mumble. Hobi laughs, pulling his fingers through my hair.

“I know exactly what you mean. Get some sleep, baby.” He kisses my head again and that’s how I fall asleep.

[annalise-rosier]

survey.

Character’s full name: Annalise Josephine Rosier Reason for name and/or meaning of name: means “graced with god’s bounty”; chosen because her mother liked the name and it went well with her twin sister’s name of Freya. Character’s nickname: Anna (only called thus by Freya), Lise (if you’re lucky to be close enough to her) Reason for nickname: Freya couldn’t pronounce Annalise’s full name for the longest time, so Anna just kind of stuck.  Birth date: December 12

Physical appearance Faceclaim: Danielle Campbell Gender: female Height: 5′3 Build: slender, athletic Eye color: blue Glasses or contacts?: none Distinguishing marks/scars: a faint scar above her right eyebrow, received when she crashed into the quidditch stands while trying to show up one of the boys in her house.  Hair color: brown Type of hair: thick and wavy Hairstyle: usually wears it down, but has it up in a bun or ponytail when she’s focused on something Physical disabilities: none Clothing style: annalise likes to wear the latest fashions and keeps up with the trends far more than her twin sister does, which makes it a little easier to tell them apart if you know their differing personalities.  Make up: she doesn’t often bother with makeup since the twins were graced with very good looks from the genetic lottery. 

Personality Good personality traits: adventurous, outgoing, determined, friendly Bad personality traits: stubborn, holds onto grudges, selfish, shallow Mood character is most often in: playful, charming, mischievous Sense of humor: has a more wry sense of humor, isn’t amused by the obvious jokes, likes inappropriate humor enough to regularly scandalize her mother Articulation: annalise is a great conversationalist and has a gift for being able to talk herself out of trouble. she can spin any story to her advantage.  Character’s greatest joy in life: using her charm to achieve her goals Character’s greatest fear: being perceived as simple or stupid, being limited by the perceptions of others. Character is most at ease when: she feels like she’s winning the game. Most ill at ease when: she feels that someone else has the upper hand. Enraged when: her family is threatened, she is insulted, or someone underestimates her. Depressed or sad when: annalise pretty much never feels this way. Priorities: carving out a path for herself in this world. Life philosophy: power comes in all kinds of forms, and there’s power in making your life what you want it to be. Greatest strength: her ability to read the motivations of others and charm her way into any situation, her capacity for deep thought.  Greatest vulnerability or weakness: she cares more deeply than she allows herself to acknowledge, more deeply than is wise for someone in her position. 

Goals Drives and motivations: having a good time, living life to the fullest. Immediate goals: protecting her family, enjoying the status that her last name affords her. Long term goals: who the hell knows?

Childhood Hometown: London, England Type of childhood: comfortable, happy Most important childhood memory: Evan’s birth. Even with how young Annalise was, she could sense the tension growing between her parents, a tension that led to their split shortly after Evan was born. This tension caused Annalise to cling even more tightly to her siblings, and she vividly remembers the protective instincts she felt when she first laid eyes on Evan. She knew in that moment that she would do anything for him, anything to hold her family together. Annalise might not have been able to hold her parents together, but she’ll be damn sure to be the glue for her siblings.  Dream job: Annalise would secretly love to become a healer, but she’s not sure that quite fits with her image.  Religion: none

Present Current location: London, England Currently living with: her twin sister Pets: a brown spotted owl named Minnie (a name mostly chosen to annoy McGonagall), given to her at the age of 14 by her mother so that they could communicate from the vast distance between them. Sexuality: heterosexual Politics: she doesn’t really care, she just follows her siblings Occupation/education: columnist and reporter for witch weekly, hogwarts slytherin alumna Mode of transportation: prefers apparition, but floo and portkeys are fine too. 

Family Parent one: Victor Rosier Relationship with them: Medium / Annalise’s father has never been her favorite parent, and she’s never been quite as close to him as Freya was, but he always treated her like his little pet, and she learned to use that to her advantage. She senses he might be disappointed that she never fully entered the Death Eaters, but he doesn’t pester her about it.  Parent two: Elena Yaxley Relationship with them: Close / Annalise was always very attached to her mother, so the divorce between her parents and her mother’s move to America was harder on her than she ever let on to anyone (except maybe Evan). She gets the sense that her mother is also disappointed that she hasn’t made more of a stand in the war, but Annalise is too proud (and smart) to talk to anyone about the confusion she feels about her parents’ differing viewpoints.  Siblings: Freya and Evan Rosier Relationship with them: Annalise would do anything for her siblings. Freya is her other half, the second part of her soul, and Annalise tries hard to mold herself in such a way that she can stay as close as possible to Freya, even if that means squashing the contradictory feelings she’s inherited from their mother. She’s always been a little mother hen to Evan, wanting to protect him and empower him at the same time.  Other important family members: Bellatrix, Narcissa, Andromeda. Her cousins were important to her growing up, and though she doesn’t cling to them like she does her siblings, she still cares deeply about being close to them. 

Favorites Color: yellow Music: Her mother introduced her to Muggle country music once on a visit to America, and it’s a secret guilty pleasure she keeps for herself.  Food: She has a raging sweet tooth because Freya was always forcing baked goods on her, but she also loves a good burger.  Film: She once saw the Wizard of Oz with her mother and it struck a chord.  Drink: Something fruity.  Form of entertainment: Being with people, trying to understand what makes someone tick. Most prized possession: A locket given to her by her mother on her 17th birthday. 

Habits Hobbies: potions, tending to her magical plants, shopping. Plays a musical instrument? She learned piano as a child and still plays when the mood strikes.  Plays a sport? No. She wasn’t half bad at Quidditch, but she didn’t have the attention span to devote herself to training. How he/she would spend a rainy day: people watching at a favorite pub, writing a letter to her mother, joining her sister for a bake-a-thon, game night with her siblings. Spending habits: She spends without thinking twice about it.  Smoking/drinking/drugs?: Drinks casually with friends, but isn’t interested in drugs or drinking heavily. She doesn’t like the way they make her feel like she’s losing control.  Extremely skilled at: Getting people to share with her, manipulation, charming people even if they’re suspicious of her at first. Extremely unskilled at: Understanding her own emotions.  Nervous tics: Bites her lip, brushes back her hair

Traits Optimist or pessimist? Optimist. Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert. Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil. Logical or emotional? Emotional. Leader or follower? Follower. Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Disorderly & messy. Prefers working or relaxing? Relaxing. Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Confident. Animal lover? Of her owl at least. Tolerates her sister’s cat but dislikes the tendency to have fur all over her robes.

Self-perception How do they feels about themselves?: Annalise would say that she’s very comfortable in her own skin and confident about herself. She certainly projects the air that she has great confidence in her abilities, though deep down she resents her tendency towards shallowness. She has deep seated confusion about who she thinks she should be and who she would really want to be, but she’d rather project the confident and shallow air to protect herself from having to face that.  One word the character would use to describe themselves: Perfect. What does the character consider their best trait? Besides her gorgeous looks? Probably her charm. What does the character consider their worst trait?: A worst trait? Please, she doesn’t have one of those.  What does the character consider their best physical characteristic?: Her gorgeous hair or her enchanting doe eyes. What does the character consider their worst physical characteristic?: Again, there isn’t one. How does the character think others perceive them?: As a charming, flirtatious, well-dressed, fun woman. What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Why change perfection?

Relationships with others Opinion of other people in general: Annalise is fascinated by people -- she loves to understand what makes them tick, what motivates them, what keeps them awake at night. She thinks that most people are pretty dim about their own feelings and thoughts, but she loves being around them.  Opinion of the Scooby Gang: What the fuck is that? Does the character hide their true opinions and emotions from others? Yes. Even, and most especially, from herself. Most important person in character’s life: Her siblings. Best friend/s: [who are they, do they have one?]  Dating experience: Annalise has had plenty of casual relationships (how could she not, with her good looks and her penchant for flirting?), but she’s never considered herself ready for something serious. There’s too much life to live first. Romancing: Annalise wouldn’t be the one doing the romancing, that’s for sure. Anyone that wants her should be willing to work for it. 

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Making Changes: The Reception The Wedding Night {NSFW}

Summary: The wedding reception. The Earl asks a favor of Lady Annalise. Duke Richards shows up where he’s not wanted. Ernest and Angelina have their wedding night. (I’m serious y’all. I reached into the deep recesses of my mind for this one. It gets nasty.)

Warning: IT GETS NASTY! May contain offensive language.  I’M WARNING YOU NOW!!!!

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Word Count: 3804

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After the ceremony guests were led to another ballroom that had been set up for a reception. A chamber orchestra of thirty musicians were set up in the far-left corner. Staff wandered around with drinks and hors d’oeuvres.

Mr. Chambers smiled at Miss. Daly “The Earl certainly spared no expense.”

She nodded “I was involved in most of the preparations here. They were extensive.”

“Glad you got to enjoy this part of it then?”

Briar grinned “I’m glad I got to be by Angelina’s side. Mr. Woods invited me to the staff party afterward.”

“That should be fun. Are you prepare for our dance?” Bartholomew asked. It was tradition that the entire wedding party dance together.

The young maid blushed “I admit I’m not up to date with the latest dances but I will do my best to not embarrass you Mr. Chambers.” Bartholomew smiled gently and patted the hand that was hook at his elbow, “We’ll be waltzing. I won’t let you stumble.”

Briar smiled as Mr. Woods approached with a platter “Sausage roll Mr. Chambers? Miss. Daly?” Briar winked as she took one, “Thank you Mr. Woods.” The butler winked in return, nodded to Mr. Chambers and continued on his way. A little further down Angelina, Ernest, Garrett, and Annalise stood talking.

“How long have you all known each other?” Angelina asked. Ernest ran his thumb back and forth over her knuckles.

“Garrett and I have known each other a while. He’s the closest I’ve gotten to a brother. Our parents were quite close. Garrett’s mother, Dowager Saye, met the late Marchioness in London and then Anna was introduced to us.” Ernest explained. His lifted Angelina’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Angelina smiled.

Garrett nodded “Anna stuck a frog down my trousers a few hours after we were introduced.”

“You were being obnoxious!” Annalise bristled “You wouldn’t let me play with you and kept Ernest for yourself because ‘he’s a boy like me’!” she lowered her voice to mock a younger Garrett.

“Oh, that’s not how I remember it happening my love.” Garrett shifted so he was facing his wife, arms folded in front of him. Annalise mimicked his pose “Oh, and how do you remember it my dear?”

If smiles had not have been tugging at both their lips Angelina would’ve thought them to be fighting in truth. Ernest leaned over to whisper to her “They do this all the time. Often, I would just sit and watch. It’s…quite amusing.”

“I can tell.” Angelina whispered back before kissing his cheek. Ernest blushed a bit and squeezed her hand.  

Attempting to break up the mock argument Angelina spoke up ��Well what happened with the frog?”

Before anyone could answer, Annabelle hurried over “Excuse the interruption, we’re expected on the dance floor.”

The group nodded, Annalise gave her husband a gentle kiss on the cheek and a push towards Annabelle “Do well not to step on Miss. Parsons toes.”

Garrett grinned down at Annabelle as she took his arm “I would never.”

Vincent came to stand next to the Marchioness as the wedding party took to the center of the room.

“My lady, a pleasure to see you in such high spirits.” He said, inclining his head. Annalise smiled “Me? My Lord, you looked ready to float out of your chair during the ceremony.”

Vincent laughed as the musicians began to play a fast-up-tempo piece. The Viennese Waltz. Waltzing was still viewed as improper and intimate. Gasps of scandal worked their way through the crowd as the wedding party began dancing, it was seamless, effortless, beautiful. Even Briar, for all her self-doubt, was keeping up with an experienced dancer like Mr. Chambers. Nothing anyone said could take the look of joy from Angelina and Ernest’s faces as they twirled around the dance floor.

“Oh, they’re going to be talking about this for ages!” Annalise giggled.”

“My Lady Marchioness” Vincent began, the use of her full title caught her full attention, Annalise straightened her posture and turned to the Earl.

“Yes, my Lord?” she over lapped her hands on her belly, gently caressing it.

“I have…a request.” Vincent picked up a glass of sherry from a passing butler. “…As you know, there are certain, expectation for a mother and daughter on that daughter’s wedding night. However, Henrietta…”

“Looks as if she’s bitten into a lemon every time she sees Angelina?”  Annalise raised an eyebrow a smile teasing at the corners of her lips.

Vincent exhaled a laugh “Yes. I don’t want Angelina to…miss anything. Would you attend to her tonight?”

Annalise gave the Earl a gentle smile, her green eyes sparkling, “It would be my honor.” Tension drained from the man’s shoulders as the music ended. Vincent gave the Marchioness a deep bow and took his leave.

The wedding party, breathless and giddy, rejoined Annalise on a row of settees. Mr. Malcaster caught Miss. Sutton’s hand before she could sit, “Miss. Sutton, if I…could have a word. I, believe there are some things we need to discuss.” The two hadn’t spoken much other than to say hello, not for a lack of trying on Edmund’s part. Still, Theresa nodded “Very well Mr. Malcaster. We can go into a parlor.”

The two left and Annalise sighed “I hope they work things out. Countess Henrietta is going to ruin that man’s life trying to better it.” she shifted and laid her legs in Garrett’s lap. He slipped his jacket off and placed it over her legs, covering her ankles. “Garrett, no one cares about the ankles of a married pregnant woman.”

“Maybe not any man.” A smooth voice carried over the noise of the party. They looked up to see a young woman wearing a simple grey dress and her hair tied back in an unadorned bun. “I’ve always found your ankles quite appealing Annalise.” 

Annalise’s eyebrows shot upward “If it isn’t Lady Kathryn Emerson!” she righted herself and stood, pulling the woman into a tight hug. “I’ve missed you desperately, Katie!”

Annalise turned to the group and smiled “May I introduce Lady Kathryn Emerson. Kathryn, this is Lady Angelina Sinclaire.” The smiled disappeared “She was in her year of mourning. I didn’t think you’d make it, Katie.”

Kathryn nodded solemnly “I thought my reintroduction to society should be a happy occasion.” She turned to Angelina and Ernest and curtsied “I offer my sincerest congratulations and happiest wishes for you.”

“Thank you. It’s good to see you again Kathryn.” Ernest said

“It’s lovely to meet you. I’m glad you could make it.” Angelina began only to be interrupted by a voice that made her skin crawl. Ernest’s hand tightened on her own

“Ah, there you are Sinclaire. I couldn’t find you in all of this.” Duke Richards appeared behind Lady Emerson and Lady Annalise, almost shoving them out of the way, with Miss. Holloway on his arm. Garrett stood and caught his wife by her shoulders as she stumbled sending a dark look the Duke’s way. Lady Emerson rolled her eyes and decided to sit next to Miss Parsons, their hips brushing slightly.

“I’m sure you would have eventually, Your Grace.” Ernest said, trying to keep his voice even. After Garrett helped settle Annalise next to Angelina again, Annalise leaned over to the bride “Did you issue them invitations?”

“I invited Miss. Holloway’s parents. That is probably why she knew of the date.”

Annalise scoffed “Duke Richards invites himself to everything.”

Angelina nodded and squeezed Ernest’s hand.

“Lady Emerson? Would you care to get a drink with me?” Miss Parsons stood “I should like to tell you about this new novel I’m reading.”

Kathryn stood “Sounds lovely!” the two women curtsied and excused themselves.

Duke Richards turned his gaze back to the ladies before him “Lady Annalise, how long has it been since we’ve seen each other? Truly you are a beauty like no other. Unfortunate you ended up married to a third son and not someone who could elevate you to a status worthy of your beauty.”

Miss. Holloway had the gall to giggle

Garrett opened his mouth to speak but Annalise stood up, eyes dark and her voice deadly cold “Your Esteemed Grace, it hasn’t been long enough since I have had the misfortune to be graced with your presence. I chose my husband, because I love him. He could have been a stable boy and I would have chosen him. I quite content with my title and status. Though, Your Grace, if you are truly curious as to the exact date and occasion we last met, I’d be happy to remind you. I think the Holloway’s would be most interested in the topic. As would most people here.”

“What’s she talking about?” Miss Holloway questioned. She attempted to remove her hand from the Duke’s arm but he held fast.

Duke Richards mouth flapped for a moment before he found the words to speak “I-You can’t…I’m a Duke! You speak above yourself!”

Annalise straightened her spine and looked up at him, he took a step back, “I am a Marchioness. In my own right. I am also willing to bet that I have more allies in this room alone than you do in this whole region. Have care how you speak to me, my husband and my family Duke Richards. Or you will find that we are all quite proficient with a sword.”  

The Duke pinched his lips together, face contorting in a scowl and turning near purple. He turned on his heel and dragged Miss. Holloway with him.

Annalise sighed and sat down again, looking pale, “This is why you don’t show up uninvited.”

This made the rest of them laugh. Soon Mr. Chamber arrived with Mr. Konevi and Prince Hamid. The men bowed.

“Please excuse me Your Highness, I’d curtsy but…” Annalise began

“She just finished giving Duke Richards a piece of everyone’s mind.” Garrett finished.

“Oh? I am very glad to here this then.” Prince Hamid laughed “Congratulations on your union Lady Angelina, Mr. Sinclaire. I wish you nothing but the best.”

The newlyweds nodded and smiled “Thank you Prince Hamid, that means the world.”

“Ah, I…” Prince Hamid’s cheeks darkened just a little “I didn’t realize that wedding gifts were not given to the bride and groom in this country until yesterday…and so, I had my footman take my gift to you to Ledford Park.”

Ernest and Angelina’s eyes went wide “You got us a gift?” He questioned

“Whatever is it?” Angelina asked

“I had to talk Prince Hamid out of getting an elephant or a tiger.” Mr. Konevi said

“That would have been interesting.”

“They wouldn’t have done well in this weather. The tiger perhaps but the elephant not likely.” Bartholomew said. Annalise nodded.

“When I received your invitation, I immediately sent word back home to have a chest carved. What is in it, is a surprise.” The prince grinned with the same mischievousness that Angelina had grown fond of.

Ernest and Angelina stood, Ernest held out his hand to the Prince who grasped it “Thank you Prince Hamid. Your presence here is a joy. You will always be welcome at Ledford and Edgewater.”

The party continued and Ernest and Angelina made their rounds. Greeting people with promises to make more formal visits. Baring Duke Richard’s unexpected appearance, it was a perfect day.

Angelina followed Annalise down a dim hallway of Ledford Manor, their way lit by a candle Annalise held. Briar trailed behind, once again in her maid’s uniform. Normally this was something that her mother would be doing. Preparing her for the marriage bed. Angelina had no mother. Her step-mother could stand the sight of her and her grandmother was…out of practice. 

Angelina took a deep breath as they approached a set of large doors. They entered and Briar set about lighting the other candles in the room. The room was large and housed a four-poster bed not unlike the one in her old room at Edgewater. The duvet was a rich cream color and matched the canopy. Angelina and Annalise sat on the settee at the end of the bed.

“Ernest explained everything to me. This will be your room. There’s a joined bathing room through there, on the other side of it is his room.” Annalise pointed to a door in the middle of the room “And your closet is over there” she pointed to the other side “And Briar’s room is through the closet.”

“We…won’t be sharing a room? I know Father and the Countess don’t share a room but…you’ve met her.” Angelina frowned.

“Met her?” Annalise laughed “We used to call her the Wicked Witch of Edgewater when we were younger.” Annalise took Angelina’s hands “Garrett and I share a bed. That is a conversation you will have to have with Ernest. Find out if he snores.” That made Angelina laugh.

“Now. Angelina. I’m here to answer any and all questions you have about your wedding night.” Annalise smiled “Ask away.”

“I’m nervous. Is it going to hurt? What should I expect?”

Anna thought “My mother told me that for her it didn’t hurt. She still bled as she was expected to, but it didn’t hurt. It hurt for me, but Garrett was so gentle. You must trust that Ernest would never intentionally hurt you. Do you trust him.”

“Of course!”

“Then you will be fine.”

Angelina nodded but still looked uneasy.

Annalise tilted the new bride’s head up so they were eye level “Another word of advice. You have more power than you know Angelina. Not just in the bedchamber but outside of it as well. You are the only heir to Edgewater. Command respect and it will be given. You’ve more grace and poise than half the ladies I meet on a daily basis. They’d be lucky to meet you. In the bedchamber, make yourself heard. If he does something that displeases you, tell him. He’ll stop. He loves you. He doesn’t want to cause you harm, of any kind.”

Angelina nodded sitting up a bit straighter “And what if I…like what he does?”

Annalise gave Angelina a smile that set her whole body in fire “Why, Angelina…You encourage him.” Annalise stood up, kissed Angelina on the forehead and headed toward the door. “Come along Briar. I can’t imagine Angelina will need you until tomorrow. I’ll do your hair for the staff party.”

Briar gave Angelina a quick hug and headed out.  

Shaking out her hands the young woman stood and walked over to the vanity to take her hair down from the intricate updo. The sapphire pins were gifts from the dowager countess, she’d worn them on her own wedding day. Thick black coils fell past her shoulders and Angelina sighed with relief.

“Would you like some help?” Ernest’s sounded at her ear making jump.

“Oh!” One of the pins slipped from her fingers.

Ernest chuckled “Forgive me, Angelina. I didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you heard me.” Angelina looked at him in the mirror fully prepare to scold him but stopped short when she saw him. His hair was its usual wind-swept curls but his jacket was gone and his shirt was unbuttoned revealing a patch of chest hair that was a shade lighter than that on his head. He looked so…unkempt…she liked it.

“Angelina?” Ernest looked down at her, the pin she dropped in his hand outstretched to her, “Everything alright?”

Angelina blinked “Yes. Perfectly.” She took the pin and smiled up at him “Thank you Ernest.” She stood and turned her back to him “Could you assist me with my dress?” she gave him a coy smile over her shoulder “It must’ve slipped Briar’s mind on her way to the party.”

It did not slip Briar’s mind. With the combined effort of the bridal party and Lady Annalise, Angelina had a beautiful set of underclothes she was eager to show Ernest.

“Very well.” Ernest took a few steps closer to her and began unlacing her dress. Then unhooking it. Finally, the material began to give and he was able to slide it down her shoulders. He kissed them “How long did it take—” he didn’t finish his sentence. As the wedding dress pooled at Angelina’s feet, he saw what she was wearing underneath. She wore a lacey corset that was somehow strapless, the tops of her breasts threatened to spill out and a pair of what looked like short trousers but equally lacey and cut to fit her curvy form.  

“Ernest?” her voice was small, nervous.

Ernest closed his eyes, took a deep breath, when he exhaled it came out a growl. He reached for her, his movements harsh and fast but his touch gentle.

He cupped her face “You have no idea what you do to me, Mrs. Sinclaire.”

Their lips pressed together and soon parted, tongues dancing not unlike their feet did only hour before. His hands moved from her face down her arms to roam her body.  He palmed her breasts through the corset making her moan. Her arms came around to grip at his shirt, trying to pull him closer. He pulled back, both of them panting to catch their breath.

He shook his head “This…isn’t how I wanted to do this, Angelina.”

“How did you want to do it?” She asked her hands on his shoulders. Ernest smiled down at her, bent at the knees and picked her up.

“First, on a bed.” He plopped her, rather unceremoniously on the middle of the bed and removed his shirt. As he turned to discard it, Angelina took the time to appreciate the firm lines on his back. When he came back, Ernest laid down on his side, propped up on his elbow.

“Second, I thought, since I’ve done this before, I could make you more comfortable.”

“How would you do that?” Angelina copied his position

“By letting you…explore.” Ernest said with a hesitant smile. He dug in his pocket and pulled out a length of silk.

“Explore…you? And what’s the ribbon for?”

“I thought you’d be more comfortable with the idea if you knew that I wouldn’t be able to do anything.”

Angelina chewed on her bottom lip and Ernest fought the urge to do it for her.

“Alright. I’ll do it.” she took the ribbon from him and tied his hands to one of the bed posts.

Angelina ended up sitting on Ernest’s chest and smiled down at him. She leaned in and kissed him which he returned. She kissed her way down his body stopping at his chest. She wondered…she kissed one of his nipples, gently scraping her teeth over it when Ernest hissed, and kissed it again.

“Was that bad?”

“No, that…” huff “…felt good.”

She smiled triumphantly and continued her way down kissing, licking and sucking, making him moan and gasp her name until she reached his trousers. Emboldened by Annalise’s words and her previous success Angelina unfastens Ernest’s trousers and works them and his underclothes off his legs and onto the bedchamber floor.

Seeing Ernest naked for the first time gave Angelina pause. Yes, he was handsome and beautiful but he was also…large. Angelina reached out and poked his member with her forefinger. It was hard and didn’t move with the force that she’d pushed it with. It had been warm however. Very warm. Angelina remembered what they’d done in the Library on Monday. She knew the basics of how tonight would work so if Ernest had done that, then she needed to…she wrapped a hand around Ernest’s erection and pulled gently upward. She was rewarded with a gently sigh from her husband. She looked up at him.

“Was that right?” the phallus throbbed in her hand. Ernest’s eyes were closed

“Move your hand lower and start from there.” He answered he voice tight with need.

Angelina did as she was instructed his hips started to move in time with her hand, his breath came quicker. Wanting to try something she’d read in the Kama Sutra, Angelina rubbed the tip of his member using the fluid there to coat the rest of it then lowered her mouth onto him.

“Angelina!” Ernest shouted her name and Angelina found herself smiling, getting a great satisfaction out of pleasing him…no, out of driving him to madness.

Suddenly Angelina heard the sound of fabric tearing and her lower half was being lifted up and Ernest’s tongue was lapping at her already wet folds. He sucked so hard on that small bundle of nerves Angelina couldn’t concentrate on what she was doing. The short trousers she was wearing were ripped off and Ernest added two fingers to his work.

Angelina removed Ernest from her mouth with an audible pop and cried out “Yes…Yes!!” her thighs quivered and the muscles in her lower stomach clenched. She gripped the sheets and her toes curled as ecstasy was upon her.

Ernest lowered her to the bed and turned her onto her back. “Angelina?”

“Hmmm?” she reached up and cupped Ernest’s face “Yes, my love?”

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.”

Ernest kissed her, deep and unyielding, as he positioned himself between her legs one hand teased a nipple sending thrills through her and the other guided himself to her entrance. He broke the kiss and he pushed inside of her the feeling at first pleasant, though the deep he went the more unpleasant it got. Something broke and tears formed in Angelina’s eyes. Ernest was immediately still.

“I love you. I love you. The pain will be gone soon. My sweet Angelina.” He peppered her face and neck with kisses until she sniffed

“I’m alright now, I believe.” She nodded “Yes.”

Ernest nodded and began moving, slowly at first, one hand balancing him the other going between them to rub that small bundle of nerves.

Soon Angelina began to moan. Ernest kissed and sucked on her nipples, moving faster.

“Oh Ernest, yes…more…please…yes! AH!”

“Angelina! Angelina!” Ernest moved in just a way that he found that same spot that made Angelina fall apart on Monday. She closed her eyes, legs tightening their hold on Ernest as ecstasy took her again.

Ernest’s thrusts became erratic and faster. Soon, he too reached ecstasy. Panting, he pulled back and looked down at her, both sweaty and unkempt. He smiled, she smiled. They laughed. He pulled out of her, and rolled to one side of the bed.

“I love you Angelina.”

“I love you too Ernest

Angelina opened her mouth to speak but closed it.

“What is it Angelina?”

“A-are you going to stay?”

“The night? If you’d like me to.”

“Yes, the night…but I’d also like us to share a bedroom…if that’s possible.”

Ernest picked up Angelina’s hand and kissed the inside of her palm “For you, anything.”

[helpisgotten]

I get that I'm probably not the best on here but here's my longest prologue. I'm just going to share it here because why not? Also I apologize beforehand if my writing sucks.

     The gentle swish of her dresses end; the click of her heeled shoes on the flooring of her castle. Braided hair up into a dazzling bun. Long flowing sleeves, hair done to look amazingly. Oh how the shine bounced from her wavy brown hair, no wonder boys go after her. Rings from the family fitting onto her fingers perfectly, the heirloom pendant necklace she got from her mother. The dress she wore being a pale pink. Sleeves going down to her wrists, kind of puffy from the crook of her elbow down. This beautiful lace starting around her neck, going down her dress some. Shaped like flowers the lace is, pale pink in color the lace is. It went down her front, back, and sides, skirt of the dress being made from tulle, if that is even the right word for it.

     Her brown eyes scanned over other royalty, Queens, Kings, Princes, Princesses, Dukes, Duchesses. Eyes scanned her; her walk, the way she set her hand on the rail. How her curtsey seemed too perfect. Gaxes caught onto her hair, not a single strand being out of place. Her entire appearance made it out for other people to believe the fact, the fact that she does not belong.

     They take into account her wall, her actions, her talk, the way she moves, her hair's "perfectness". Kingdom's and Empires, all gathered under one roof for a night of fun. Drinking, feasting, eating, chatting, sleeping with someone from another Kingdom or Empire. Oh yes, that happens a lot. Some heirs to their parents crowns should inherit two kingdoms or empires, or, a kingdom and empire. No one says a word about it though. It would destroy many treaties and relationships if word got out.

     Grand columns of marble held the roof up. A second story of places to stand and look over the ball room she has entered. Wine flowing freely, slipping in to hands of some; responsible ones knowing their limit. Some... not knowing their own limit. The times of guards escorting royals out the door is astoundingly large. Even they like to let go of all sanity, whatever sanity they have left that is.

     "Princess, may I have this dance?" A male voice called out to the princess already in a bow, his hand extended for her to take.

     Who would be asking her of all people for a dance? Three glasses of wine in, she will surely step on his shoes, scuff them, ruin them someway. There will always be a way for her to embarrass herself infront of this man. Surely, all of what she believes cannot be true about herself, right? Right. She just needs to forget about her usual, clumsiness and tomfoolery for one dance, one dance with a, complete stranger. Yes, a complete stranger will surely make her forget about her usual antics.

     Once she was done contemplating her choices, her brown eyes glanced over, only to meet a well shaped chest. Knowing better to be in someone's chest like that infront of many others, she took her gaze farther up. Meeting a pair of grass green eyes. So light in color, looking to be full of life. Pale brown hair, tanned skin from being in the sun. A jawline that guys envy. This man, whoever he may be, can capture a women's heart this easily, could he capture a man's as well? As to not dwell on his sexuality any longer than she had already, she spoke.

     "Ah, I sincerely apologize for not speaking earlier. I may have been distracted by the chandelier above us." How much of a lie she has used this moment.

     "There is no chandelier above us." He chuckled, catching her in her lie. "You have not answered my question..."

     "Oh, ah, yes." She corrected herself quickly when it came up. "I accept your offer, what is your name?"

     "Bennet, Drew Bennet."

     "Get the archers ready Arthur!" Hogan bellowed to the other men, staring at the large beast infront of them all. "On my words!"

     Men rushed around, getting weapons ready; sharpening swords and arrows. Lighting arrows on fire, shooting them out at the danger. Weapons stuck in the meat and flesh of the enemy. Fire tickling up the sides of the building, they cannot escape this fire. The large brick gate they stood on stood has not a single chance against their enemy.

     Men were doing many things, writing short letters to their loved ones, taking their own life at the gate. Stripping themself of an piece of clothing, leaving it for someone to find with the hope of remembrance for the dead, for the ones who could not make it out alive. Some were eating their last meal before death. Some were saying good bye to their friends before death.

     "The beast is winning! The beast is winning!" One man cried out, shooting another flaming arrow at the beast. "We cannot win! I retreat!"

     "What are you doing! We need all of the men we have to defeat this-" The first man to speak turned his head around wildly, left, right, up, down; all of his soldiers, all of his men are fleeing. No one else is going to try to defend the gate, the town, the people, their families. Some have given their life to protect their kingdom! But no, most end up fleeing the fight. They are right. All of these men are cowards.

     He stared up, into the bright orange eyes of the enemy. His heart pounding against his chest, blood rushing to his ears. Legs beginning to quiver, mouth dropping to the ground. Weapons rendered useless, so he dropped them. The banging of his bow and arrow on the bricks below him did not bring to his ears. His fear took over him, legs quaking as if an earthquake was two bones surrounded in flesh and meat. Trying to stumble back from his fate, he shouted out something random. He was flamed down like the rest of them.

     The flames of the unknown beast took down the man. Killed remaining survivors of the village, painting an orange hue over it all. Hay lit on fire, animals died, babies died, everything and everyone is dying.

     The dragon smiled, huffs of smoke coming from her nose. Wings beating against the air, claws as long as oak trees dragging on the bricks. Tis not a human that broke through their defenses, tis a dragon.

     Running is fairly easy when they have been training for it, years of training. That, or he has been chased by bullies and shop owners too many times to count.

     "Get back here you little ruffian!" He called out, mocking the men behind him. So slow, can't even keep up with a Sixteen year old thief. "Never!"

     "I think never has come young boy." He stumbled backwards, landing on his behind. The bread he stole falling from his pocket. "Young thief."

     "I didn't want the bread for myself, I got it for my brother. And I'm not a thief, I simply borrowed it. Borrowed it forever, maybe." He glanced around for a second, before springing up, running for the opening of the alleyway. He was grabbed on the upper arm.

     "You are so infuriating." One man snapped at the younger guy, stepping closer to his skinnier enemy.

     He was waiting, awaiting for his face to be bashed in by a barrage of fists and feet. By his ribs breaking, his entire body screaming in pain. It's going to happen; bruises, cuts, scrapes, stab wound, slash of a sword or guillotine. His life is over, his entire life is over. He is going to die.

     "What are you doing to him?" A female voice could be heard, her eyebrow perfectly raised at the four of them.

     "Princess!" A gasp came from another man, two of them hoping she would not kill them all. "We were-"

     "About to harm a commoner boy? For stealing a chunk of bread; you are so corny, childish, ugly, rude, prudish, nasty..." She listed off insult after insult mouth quicker than a revolver. "Let him go. Right this instant or my father will have your head on the ground, detached from your body."

     The men took in what she said, and scattered. Rushing past her, leaving him against the wall. He still cannot believe she is infront of him, standing up to the three guys who could have killed him in moments. Glancing to the princess, who changed his fate, can't believe that this is even real. It feels so fake, imaginary.

     "Thank you?" Not knowing what else to say, it just came out, came out like a question.

     "Don't act like a question is your answer." She flicked her hand outwards, signaling for him to follow after her. "Are you ignoring me?"

     "Oh, never!" He got by her side in seconds. No one is going to ignore someone who has this much power is not to be ignored.

     "Now, follow me. We need to have a discussion."

     

     The scent of bread flowing through the bakery, going out the open door to draw in more people. Every person knows of this bakery, they know of the best bread in town coming from here. All of the sweets royalty eat come from this very building, made by her and her fathers hands. Rolled out, put in their containers, carted off to their desired destinations. Hands of the unknown touching the bread, passing it off to the next person. Feeding many, many mouths with their goods. They know of the name that this bakery goes by; no one can pronounce the name though, so complicated to do.

     Having not a single care in the world for her own safety, Annalise slipped her fingers in and out of the rich pockets. Looting, taking, no oone will notice their grandfather's watch be missing. Long nimble fingers moving quickly to get out of the area quicker. Guards are already on her tail for the last stunt she pulled; Annalise does not need to meet the royal guards three times in a week. It won't make her have a good reputation with others.

     She managed to grab three items, going over forty thousand coins easily, more than enough to get her by for some time. She does not need much food to survive on her own. Eating lightly for so long gets Annalise used to not having much food. Her poorer background may have a thing to do with it as well, but she will not share that information with anyone. Her background is for herself to know; for herself only.

     "Annalise!" Sarah skipped over to her best friend, metal jingling about in her satchel. The fruits of her labor can be heard clearly with every step she took. "What did you get? I got a few things over here. I got a necklace, a ring, a fan, a-"

     "Sarah. If you raise your voice anymore than you already have we will surely be caught. Your antics are what got us the surprise visit from the royal guard the day before?" Annalise calmed her friend down, showing her the three items she snagged. "Fourty thousand, in only three items."

     Her doe brown eyes widened at the sight of the three things Annalise held. "You got a ducheses coin purse, two diamond earrings, and a matching necklace? Annalise how did you manage to get the necklace, you would of been so close to a woman to snag this? You could have gotten caught when doing this."

     "We could have been caught easily every single day we went on the town to collect our prizes. Doing this for so long Sarah, you begin to simply not care for your own safety anymore. If we die we die. If we live we live then. No one other than fate himself can decide what happens to us. It's just unpredictable. Come on now, we need to walk otherwise..." Annalise moved closer to whisper, but didn't. Sarah got the hint Annalise gave her instantly. She nodded quickly, linking her arm with Annalise's. They began to walk down the street.

     Looking at them from a different point of view, no one could have guessed they stole from people and businesses to live, to eat, to keep their home afloat. Yes, Annalise and Sarah are poor. Very poor. The clothes they have are from their apprenticeship at the Taylor's shoppe. If they did not have the internships they have now; rags or being naked would be their two options of clothing. And they are not going to be naked.

     They kept the usual chatter and banter up as time passed. Feet moving in the same direction; at the same moments, in perfect sync. It is very questionable for how they can move like this. The two do not question it however.

     "Annalise, can we get a new loaf of bread? I am becoming a tad bit hungry now."

     "Sure, Sarah. We'll go get a loaf of bread."

     Fenway dodged the apple core thrown at his head, the constant laughter of the bullies infront of him loud and annoying. He took a step backwards, then turned tail to escape their wrath. Feet hitting the ground harshly as he ran to his cottage, his home, where father will surely make them leave him alone. Fairy tails are what he dreamed. There is no escaping them. 

     Swiftly navigating through the tall flowers, Fenway could see the top of his home in the distance. His feet were weak, legs shaking a little bit. No, he will not give out, he will not be weak.

     He gave out, he's weak.

     "Can't even run the entire way home Fenway. You are so weak in your bones it makes me laugh." Henry spat down to the side, finally catching up with him. Brown eyes stared down to the green ones filled with tears.

     Fenway kept his mouth shut, knowing better than to anger kids bigger than him; they will kill him if they wish to do so. Ruthless that twelve year olds can be.

     "You're still on the ground, huh? Still on the ground face first in the grass like the coward you are. Do you think you can fight back? Do you think you can? No one can beat me, no one can beat me! I am the greatest, the greatest person alive here. I am the king, the one that rules over everyone here! Everyone will kiss my feet, including you Fenway. You will be, my servant." His choice of words are always going to be demeaning, to have the tone or hint that he's better than everyone. It's his turn to be the bully.

     "You are a bully Henry, I apologize that your Dad left for war and never came back but that has no reason to make you angry with me." Fenway got from the ground, albeit he should not have after he spoke. "You need to talk about this to your Mum. Not take out your frustrations on me."

     Silence wiped their feet off on the welcome mat by the front door. Putting their fedora on the hat hook in the mudroom, Silence then began to take their shoes off. Shoes put in the right place, socks pulled off and chilling in the small hamper in the corner. Large winter coats hanging off wooden hooks built into the wall. Rain boots sitting on a mat under the winter coats. House slippers sat unused in their cube shaped storage units. Lights were off in the home, until now.

     Silence walked out of the mudroom, turning on all of the lights in the house. It began to make itself at home, popping a bag of popcorn in the microwave as they looked in the fridge for a soda. When they found a coke zero, they frowned, but shrugged. Silence can deal with a coke zero as a drink. The sound to get the popcorn out as soon as possible came; Silence put their drink on the counter to pull the bag out. Once the bad sat next to the soda, Silence looked through all of the cupboards, finding a round bowl to pour the popcorn into. One is set on the counter. Ah, the food is amazing.

     Aside from Silence taking it's time to settle in, the argument got worse between the two boys. Henry is getting more aggressive, shoving Fenway while the yelling occured. Fenway kept pushing against Henry's shove, which is why he has not fell to the ground. Fenway hoped that he would not loose the sudden confidence he gained in this moment. His confidence leaves quickly in different situations.

     "That isn't your concern!" Henry snapped. "My parents are none of your concern!"

     "Then why are you defensive?" Fenway raised an eyebrow to Henry. "You are so childish Henry."

     That made the first punch be thrown. Fenway's jaw began to bruise when Henry's fist connected. He used his left leg to kick at Henry's knee. He dodge the pity kick, tackling Fenway to the ground as the wrestling began. Flipping from Henry being on top to Fenway under him, then the other way around; grass being trampled by the constant rolling. Seeing this as a opportunity to run back home, Fenway pushed off of Henry to sprint again. Henry ran after Fenway, slamming him to the ground ten feet from his home.

     He yelled out in pain, a rib or two being bruised in the process. Fenway kicked his legs, frantically reaching backwards to feel for Henry's hair. If he yanked on it hard enough then he will leave him alone? Henry smirked to himself as he grabbed a fistful of Fenway's hair, preparing to hit his face against the ground multiple times. At that exact moment though, he was screwed over. A small blue dragon came shooting from the sky, wailing itss war cry of a thousand kittens in the attempt to scare Henry off. Due to their younger ages, it did not take long for Henry to be scared.

     Fenway took massive breaths of relief at Henry's form getting further and further away from him. The calmness finally came, but he doesn't think it will last for long. His savior came at last, in the form of a baby dragon still growing.

     "Thank you, George. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You just saved my life." George growled out, smiling while his tongue lolled out of his scaly muzzle. He does like compliments, George does indeed.

     The small blue dragon could barely be considered blue. Pale blue scaes that could pass as white if just giving a glance to it. Claws a white color stained with blood from hunting mice and other small animals it could. Teeth small but sharp enough to get close to the bone. Wings that are probably the length of Fenway's arms, flapping up and down to keep him afloat. George's tail swishes back and forth as he's flying to balance himself out. Little patches of ice spotted on his scales, cold air puffing out of his nostrils. Ocean blue eyes being the darkest blue on George. Holding so many mysteries, calming, like the waves before the storm; knowing the calm fury that comes with water.

     "Come on now George, we need to get home." Fenway breathed out at last, signaling for George to follow him with a flick of his wrist. "Mum will have to clean us up."

     George flew a few feet above Fenway as the short journey to his home came to an end. He entered the front door of his home, George walking in after him. Barely being able to fit through the door; George is going to grow so, so much more in the near future.

     "Fenway! Did that Henry boy bother you again?" Ginny, his mother, came from their small kitchen area upon hearing her son enter home again. His roughed up form could only show hoe pained he truly felt. "You have so many bruises!"

     "Mum, George saved me though! Henry would have done much worse if he wasn't there to stop him. Aren't you glad I have someone like George Mum? Aren't you?"

     Ginny smiled, shaking her head at her young son and his odd friend. It's still unknown whether George will have fire or ice, possibly a completely different power or element. Maybe, perhaps, George would have both. Perchance it would be blue fire that George has. Who cares? They will all know eventually what his little power is.

     "George can't stay in home forever Fenway. He'll have to start sleeping outside your window now if he grows too big." Ginny ruffed his hair, then gently rubbing George as she grabbed a wicker basket. "Sorry to leave all of a sudden Fen, out to gather more corn and berries."

     Fenway nodded as his mother left out the door for that corn and berries. Now being home alone, he could finally go to his room and pull out his sketchbook to finish a previous sketch of George. He found his room rather quickly, rummaging about in his chest to find the sketchbook he worked so hard to get from the city. His hands grasped his leather cover; at last, his therapy. How he escapes the world without going to the forest with George. Fenway just, loves, this sketchbook of his. He really loves it with his entire life. If he had to be honest, Fenway loves this sketchbook as much as he loves George. Which already means, he loves this sketchbook and George beyond everything.

     His left hand held the pen he used to draw and shade with. Most people guessed he was right handed because, well, most people are right handed. Fenway has never met another left handed person in his life- besides his father. Father is left handed, but Fenway has no idea who his father is. It seems that Mum knows who Dad is, but she won't tell a single soul who he is. Fenway will find that out eventually, he will know who his Dad is before he dies, passes away, ceases to live, any alternative to saying before he croaks and just falls over, unable to wake up from it.

     "George, can you move right there so I can see your claws better? And can you put your foot on my leg? Thank you George." The small dragon moved over, setting a foot on his leg. The claws are super close up now, amazing.

     Dipping the pen in and out of ink as the page became filled with the shape, shades, and scales of his small friend. His round eyes, blue, his favorite color. Another reason why he loves George. Just so amazing in his eyes. Also, one handsome dragon to draw.

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     Fenway rolled to his left in his sleep, nearly falling off his bed. George picked his head up, seeing this, and going to push him back onto his bed. The dragon baby stood on his legs, nudging Fenway onto the bed. He huffed in a satisfied way when Fenway stayed still, sleeping leacefully once again. His best friend at last is comfortable, asleep. Safe from Henry, safe from the world. If only he could hope that to be a reality.

     Someone heard of Fenway's little dragon buddy George. Having a dragon familiar is unheard of, and leads to death for the person and their dragon familiar; because of a dragon's typical murderous tendencies. George is one of the most energetic and childish dragons Fenway has ever met. George is the only dragon familiar he has ever met, the only dragon he has ever met in his entire life. He's pretty sure that dragons are mainly extinct because of the mass killing of dragons decades ago. Because one tree catches on fire from an abused dragon all dragons deserve to die.

     With the location of Fenway and George being confirmed by Henry himself, they are no longer safe. People are on their way to kill George and Fenway. Holding massive pitchforks, fire arrows, swords, knives; what is coming for them is not the Royal Guard, tis an angry mob of people wishing death upon the two. No one wishes to see a dragon. Never again; they want dragons to die.

     Years ago, the first dragon familiar came to be. Breaking out from an egg and growing into a large black death bringer, it came out to be the most dangerous familiar ever known. Once that familiar hatched, more dragon familiars popped up everywhere. Elderly were getting dragon familiars, babies were getting dragon familiars, teenagers, people of all ages got these dragon familiars. Some dragon familiars grew to be the size of parrots, some growing to be the size of a small kingdom. Some being the size of a horse, some fitting in the palm of their hands. All sizes, all colors, all shapes of dragons came out, were documented, were seen, amazing. A rainbow of dragons. Lovely.

     His calm did not last forever. It is never going to be calm in his life, never going to be calm when there is a dragon in the house however.

     "Fenway!" Ginny threw his door open, charging towards his bed as the blanket was yanked off of her son. "Fenway get up this instant! Fenway!"

     Fenway did not listen to his mother, rolling onto his other side now to hopefully, "get rid of the dreadful noise" that wishes to disrupt his amazing slumber. She began to frantically shake them as the surrounding area lit up with yells. That finally seemed to wake him up; the yelling.

     "Mum what's going on, why is everyone yelling?" Fenway sat up, stretching and groaning as be blinked to get eyesight back. "Mum, what is happening?"

     "You need to get up. They're coming for you. You need to run and take George with you." Ginny threw some of his clothes into a sack that held food rations, tying the sack together as she opened the window in his room. "Fenway you need to leave and never turn back."

     "Mum why do I need to leave?" Fenway's worrying only grew as the sack hit him square on the chest. "Mum why do I need to leave? Please answer me!"

     "They figured out you have a dragon familiar. Dragon familiars are prohibited from living here Fenway. Having a dragon familiar will lead to your death if you do not do as I say and leave with George out your window this instant!" Ginny turned her glare to fix upon her son. "Leave Fenway. Whatever you do, do not come back here. Ever."

     "Mum I don't want to-"

     "Leave, now Fenway!"

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annalise hamilton (part one)

a/n : omg i know this isn’t that big of a deal but i have 11 followers and i can’t believe that many people enjoy my writing ahhh. and i know the prologue said how she felt about our fave guys but i wanna describe how she met them. summary : anna and hammy arrive and meet the one and only aaron burr … and also the revolutionary set warnings : uhhhh i don’t think any except language, oh and badly translated french word count : 1,285 • Annalise and Alexander got to America with pretty much nothing except for dreams of making it big. They were looking for a way to go to Princeton, but it didn’t go as planned, thanks to Alex’s short temper. Anna loved Alex, but god, he got on her nerves. First of all, he really needs to work on his anger management. He was always getting them glares from people in public and kicked out of places. Second of all, he was always talking over her. Believe it or not, Annalise had some pretty good ideas. People liked to over look her because she was a girl, and now Alexander? It was annoying. Third of all, he was such a baby at times. He always thought he was SO cool, when really all he was doing was making enemies. But enough of that. They were walking around, trying to find Aaron Burr. She had heard his name before, and not just when Alex was blabbing about him, but Anna didn’t exactly understand why he was so important. She could easily be as smart as him. And she probably already was. They reached the tavern where Alex said Aaron would be. As soon as they got inside, he went straight for a bald man in the corner. Anna caught up to Alex and gave him a look that said, “Hold on a minute.” Anna tapped on the man’s shoulder and said, “Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?” He took her hand and kissed the back of it and then looked at Alex and quickly responded, “That depends, who’s asking?” Annalise started to respond, but was quickly cut off by her brother who said, “Oh well sure, sir. I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service sir. I have been looking for you.” Actually both of the Hamiltons had been looking for him. “We have been looking for you,” Anna thought, “We. Not just you.” After enough of Alexander cutting her off, Anna walked over the the bartender to get a beer. “What’s a pretty little lady like you drinking a beer in this part of town?” A man a couple seats down from her asked. “I actually drink beer, wherever and whenever I feel like drinking it. And I’m sure I can handle myself just fine,” she spit back. Anna wasn’t your typical girl. She was interested in politics, fighting in the war, and definitely preferred wearing pants over dresses. Thank god she was distracted by three men that walked into the bar, laughing loudly. Instead of staying by the pig that was sitting next to her, she walked over to the new men, and caught their names on the way. When she walked up, she saw their blue coats and immediately knew that they were in the military. Maybe they could get a good word put in for her. She was getting ready to introduce herself when the man with a bun, who was called Lafayette, said, “Bonjour jolie dame, voulez-vous venir avec moi? Vous semblez très sexy et je pourrais il son petit ami.” Little did he know that she was fluent in French, so she fired back with a wink, “Eh bien, nous n'avons pas encore rencontré exactement, mais vous êtes assez attrayant que je pourrais le considérer.” His eyes widened as soon as she was done talking, then he said quietly, “I was not expecting you to speak French, um, I’m sorry about that. Forget what I just said please, I am Lafayette.” “I heard you say your name, and these are John Laurens, and Hercules Mulligan, right?” She gestured towards the two other men, who were looking very confused. They nodded and she continued, “I am Annalise Hamilton. I came from the Caribbean with my brother over there,” and she pointed towards Alex, who was still chatting away with Aaron, “but we want to join the military. I see you all are already in it. Do you think you could introduce me to the general?” She knew it was a stretch but she didn’t know how else a girl could get into a war. Hercules spoke up, “Yeah, Lafayette and him are close so I’m sure we could but do you really want to be in a war?” Of course you did. Being a girl doesn’t change that. John looked from Herc to Anna and said, “I wouldn’t doubt her. She looks pretty damn capable to me. Plus, she’s good lookin’. What’s not to like?” Anna felt her cheeks get hot, but she really couldn’t help it. John was cute. Not cute, hot. The way he smiled and the way the little curls that framed his face. It really made her helpless. “So he can flirt but I can’t?” The frenchman said. “Well,” Anna said laughing, “I believe you asked if I wanted to go home with you. Then you proceeded to tell me how I was sexy and you could be my boyfriend.” John and Hercules looked at him at started laughing. “You really said that?” Hercules was dying of laughter. “I’m just kidding Laf. You’re pretty sexy too,” Anna said. She didn’t see John frown when she said that, otherwise she would have felt bad. But there was no way that he could think she was pretty, so Anna was enjoying her time with three attractive men. Who knew? Maybe she would end up falling in love with one of them. (a/n : haha FORESHADOWING) Hercules saw John frowning though. He got up from beside John and went to the side of the booth that Lafayette was on. “Why don’t you sit next to John and we can all get drunk?” Herc said. Anna giggled. John pulled her next to him, and kept his arm around her shoulder. Hercules winked at John and Laf shouted, “Bartender, can we get some Samuel Adams for me and mes amies?” Soon enough, they all were laughing and talking, and being told to shut up by the neighboring tables. Anna had found some friends. And some good ones too. ~ But what do you know? Alex came over and ruined it. Well, not ruined completely, just ruined the moment. He walked over and said, “Anna, there you are, we have to go.” She just looked at him, then said, “Really Alex? Guys, this is my brother, Alexander. He talks. A lot.” Everyone seemed to think it was funny except Alex. All he was doing was glaring at Annalise. She started again, “Really big bro? I’m kidding. Aw, don’t get mad because I got friends before you did. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if you joined us.” The guys were all snickering until John said, “Yeah you can join us, but only if you pay for the next round.” This got more laughs from Anna, Laf, and Herc. “Whatever. Keep your hands off my sister,” Alex grunted. Anna and John didn’t realize that she was know leaning on his shoulder and they were holding hands. John started to let go of her hand, but she grabbed it back and said, “Don’t listen to him, all he will do to you is write a paper about how much he hates you.” Then, maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe she really wanted to but Annalise kissed John right on the lips. Everyone went quiet, then John smirked and kissed her back. Lafayette was clapping and Hercules was shouting, while Alex was rolling his eyes and muttering something about how Anna was too much of a flirt. Finally the bartender came over with more drinks and Anna and the guys all drank until they got kicked out. You could say Anna got a first good impression of America. • a/n : how was it? please, please, please let me know what you think, and don’t be afraid to send in requests!! also if you would be down with making a master list for me once i have more writing let me know.